Looking Through the Mirror

He wandered for a long time, alone with a sword and a green flute, trekking thousands of miles across mountains and rivers.Looking at the sky and clouds, listening to the wind and rain, folding the peach blossoms and willows in March, and wading across the lake in midsummer, the arms stretched out to the water brushed the wind and lotus by the boat.After the autumn maple and winter snow, it will be another year when spring comes next year.

There is a gourd hanging around his waist, and when the wind and rain come, he looks like wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat. From a distance, he really looks like a wandering knight in a storyteller's mouth. Dead, leisurely and unrestrained.

It's just that what's in his gourd is not wine, but tea.He can't do such trivial and elegant things as smelling the fragrance and drinking tea, so naturally he doesn't have the slightest interest in the contents of the pot.But the strange thing is that he would take it off his waist from time to time, lift it to his ear and shake it gently, as if there was a tide rising in the pot.

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He seems to be dissociated from the world, but walking in the world of mortals.When I was free, I sat down and played a song slowly.If there happened to be a breeze blowing by at this time, and the shadows of the trees were whirling under the feet, the rustling sound seemed to be echoed softly by someone.

He stopped his movements and listened for a moment, wondering if he really heard something, the knot between his brows slowly relaxed, and he laughed softly.After laughing, he stood up again, put the wine money on the table, pressed down on the bamboo hat, turned and left.

The blond man was resting in this inn with his wife and daughter. He seemed to feel something when they passed by. He turned his face slightly and glanced at the sword on his back from the corner of his eye. And then, the long knife came out of its sheath for half an inch, and after a while, the cold light made the master carefully retract it back into the sheath for no reason.

It seemed that he was just an ordinary passer-by who happened to meet on the way, rather than a returnee who had made friends with him in martial arts.

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He still returned to the mountains.

In the depths of winter, the long night is silent, the snow is falling quietly, being swept up randomly by the wind, and burying the winding footprints on the ground.He sat outside the wooden house, and the warm yellow light of the fire shone on the snow and fell into his eyes.Hearing the dead branch being crushed with a crackling sound, he picked up the gourd at hand and tossed it lightly.

"Give it back to you, Mu Xue." He closed his eyes and leaned back, and fell on a piece of rotten wood he used as a chair. He opened his eyes and looked at the vast sea of ​​stars above his head, and said, "I heard the wind, and I smelled the wind." Mei Xiang, I knew you were here."

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