Lu Xiaoxiao didn't pay attention to the movement behind him and was still digging the grave.
Lingnan sword cultivators have always had an inexplicable sense of responsibility.
For example, Lu Xiaoxiao brought Nandao back from the Nanyi River, so she had the responsibility to bury him.
So I was very angry when I saw Wu Dalong digging there.
But he didn't really beat him, he just buried his head in digging his grave.
Wu Dalong on the side raised his hand to wipe his sweat, subconsciously glanced to the side, and then froze there.
Lu Xiaoxiaoshang was talking to himself there: "Junior brother, junior brother, don't worry, I will dig the best grave for you. I guarantee that others will drool with envy when they see it in the future."
Wu Dalong poked Lu Xiaoxiao.
"What are you doing!"
Lu Xiaoxiao ignored him.
Wu Dalong thought to himself, I also want to know what I am doing. Am I hallucinating? Why did I lie on the South Island without breathing for several months after bringing it back to Lingnan? At this time, I suddenly held an umbrella on the edge of the cliff. Sitting up?
"Stop digging." Wu Dalong said dullly.
Lu Xiaoxiao kicked him to the ground.
"I asked you to dig a grave and grind, but I didn't ask you to dig yourself..."
Lu Xiaoxiao was also stunned and said the last two words very slowly.
"Buried."
Nan Dao was holding an umbrella, with his two swords beside him, and was looking at the two of them speechlessly.
Lu Xiaoxiao stood for a long time holding the hoe in a daze, then suddenly reacted, looked at Wu Dalong beside him, and kicked him into the dug grave again.
"Junior brother." Lu Xiaoxiao thought about his words, "Actually, the thing is like this, Wu Dalong was having a mental disorder today and said he wanted to try what it would feel like to be buried, so the grave he dug was definitely not to bury you! "
"Oh. I believe it." Nan Dao nodded, looking at the wooden board lying next to the dug grave.
Lu Xiaoxiao kicked the board into the grave again, not forgetting to dig up two hoe's of soil to bury it.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and did not dwell on this matter. After all, he was not deaf. He turned to look at the green mountains beyond the cliff and said slowly: "Is this Fengqiling?"
Lu Xiaoxiao subconsciously put the hoe behind him, but soon realized that it was not a sword, so he took it off again, threw it aside, walked forward and said, "Yes."
Then she looked at Nan Dao, who was silent at the side, hesitated a little, and said, "Junior brother, do you want to leave?"
Nan Dao looked back at this female sword cultivator, but Lu Xiaoxiao really didn't look like a sword cultivator when she wasn't carrying her sword.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, then laughed and said, "Senior sister, do you still remember the last conversation by the Nanyi River?"
Lu Xiaoxiao smiled softly and said, "Of course I remember."
Good dreams always come true.
When Nan Dao fell, he actually saw Lu Xiaoxiao coming from far away on the long street.
So many things are not difficult to guess.
While the two were still laughing, Wu Dalong seemed to understand something, struggled to climb out of the grave, and said, "It was our Tianya Sword Sect who came first!"
Lu Xiaoxiao kicked him again.
Wu Dalong huddled in the grave aggrievedly.
"Obviously I came first..."
Nan Dao looked back at Wu Dalong holding the wooden board in the grave, and said with a smile: "Good morning, senior brother."
Actually this is the afternoon.
There are countless clouds floating on the cliff in the red light of autumn.
But it doesn’t matter when.
The important thing is senior brother.
Wu Dalong threw the board away excitedly, crawled out of the grave, looked at Nan Dao with a smile and said, "It's good for you, junior brother."
Nan Dao picked up his sword from the side, looked around, and asked curiously: "Where should we go back from?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao fell into awkward silence.
Nan Dao looked at them strangely.
After a long time, Lu Xiaoxiao finally said, "Well, junior brother may not be able to go back now."
"What's wrong?"
"Cheng Lu, Si Broken Sword, is waiting at the mountain gate."
Nan Dao looked at the two of them in confusion.
The two of them then told some of the things that had happened previously.
Including how at the beginning, Tianya Sword Sect coaxed Cheng Lu to drink and broke his hand.
Until later, that is, today.
Maybe it was because he stayed in Nanyi City for a long time and remembered the beating he received at Mojian Cliff, and he still felt aggrieved.
Cheng Lu inexplicably went to Lingnan again, and sat at the door of Tianya Sword Sect, cursing her mother.
Although the Lingnan Sword Sect cannot be said to be monolithic, they are still unanimous in dealing with the outside world.
So when someone saw Cheng Lu going up the mountain, they told the Tianya Sword Sect the news.
So Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong were worried that the matter would be exposed, so they secretly carried Nan Dao's body to the cliff early in the morning.
But for some reason, Lu Xiaoxiao's head suddenly twitched, thinking that Nan Dao might be really dead, so he encouraged Wu Dalong to go back and prepare some things to bury for Nan Dao.
In this way, even if Cheng Lu asked, they could confidently say that Cheng Lu just made it up out of thin air.
It's a pure matter of slandering someone's innocence.
Unexpectedly, by coincidence, Nan Dao woke up while the two were still digging the grave.
"..."
Nan Dao only knew that Lu Xiaoxiao wanted to take him back to Lingnan Sword Sect.
But he didn't expect them to be so bold, even using the Liuyun Sword Sect's Four-Breaking Sword Cheng Lu.
Maybe they really can't accept the mediocrity of Lingnan Sword Sect for so many years.
But the matter was at this point, and the three of them could not go back, so they sat down on the edge of the cliff and watched the sunset in the sky.
Nan Dao sat quietly, holding an umbrella, facing the glow of the cliff, as if he was meditating, or as if he was not thinking about anything, just resting quietly.
So Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong also sat aside and said nothing.
After a long time, Nan Dao turned to look at Lu Xiaoxiao and said softly: "Senior sister."
Lu Xiaoxiao came over very attentively and said, "What's wrong, junior brother?"
"Nanyi City...what happened next?"
Lu Xiaoxiao sat back down with some disappointment, thought for a while, and said, "After I came back to the mountain, I stayed to recuperate from my injuries, so I don't know exactly what happened."
After all, he must know something, so Nan Dao didn't say anything and turned to look at the thirty-year-old senior sister quietly.
"After that day, Master Zhang... Xiaoyu... um... left Nanyi City and I heard that he returned to the north." Lu Xiaoxiao said while looking at Nan Dao's face. , the latter looked calm, Lu Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief and continued.
"Dean Qingxiang also took action, but the most important thing was that Brother Huaifeng of the Sword Sect inspired the Tonggui Monument. This inspired the sword left by His Majesty. Maybe he killed a big shot on the other side, but we don't know. Who is it? In short, after that, Huang Liang and the others did not retreat. After fighting to the death for several days in Nanyi City, they all died outside Nanyi City."
Lu Xiaoxiao said and recalled.
"On the last day, Nanyi City was almost undefendable. Senior Brother Huaifeng must have entered the avenue at that time. I even saw the sword that brought down the curtain of this war on the mountain."
Lu Xiao fell silent when he arrived here.
Wu Dalong, who had been silent on the side, took over the conversation and said slowly: "Almost 10,000 Lingnan sword cultivators have returned."
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at Wu Dalong blankly, but the latter rubbed his head and said with a smile: "Actually, it's the same. Lingnan sword cultivator always has to go to Nanyi City. Because if you don't go to Nanyi City, that city will be destroyed. , Fengqiling is a mountain range that spans the north and south of Huaian, and they will definitely come here."
"Actually, it doesn't necessarily mean that 70,000 sword cultivators died." Lu Xiaoxiao said with a smile, "Maybe many people see that Nanyi City is so good, so naturally they don't want to go back to this mountain. You see, The world is prosperous there, the lights are bright, the river is mighty, and there is laughter and noise. If it were me, I probably wouldn’t want to come back.”
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then followed Lu Xiaoxiao's words: "That may indeed be the case."
War is naturally cruel.
But Nan Dao couldn't say such a thing.
Because in this war.
In fact, the one who kills the most is him, the young man who acts like an outsider throughout the entire story.
An umbrella beside the river, a snowstorm, and a ten-mile sword intent.
Many people died in the wind and snow before they even set foot on the land of Huai'an.
Nan Dao turned to look south.
This cliff is actually not too high, so it is covered by green mountains, and he cannot see the ancient city that has stood north of Daze for thousands of years.
So I probably won’t see the scenery that Lu Xiaoxiao said he couldn’t bear to leave.
"What happened next? Is there peace in the world?"
"Peace in the world?" Lu Xiaoxiao laughed and said, "How can it be so easy to have peace in the world? After that war, many wandering swordsmen went to Nanyi City, saying they were going to Daze. Teach the southerners a lesson. But in fact, they are just talking. Everyone knows that the Wuguishen Cult seems to be returning to the human world, so naturally they don’t really want to go to that ancient land to fight and break blood. .So after eating and drinking in Nanyi City for a month, I left there."
"From what Senior Sister said, it doesn't seem like anything big happened."
"Because big things happened in Huangliang." Lu Xiaoxiao tilted his head and thought, but the thirty-year-old sword cultivator might not be able to act like a little daughter anymore.
"I heard from some of the swordsmen who traveled to Nanyi City that it seemed that the goddess appeared in Huangliang's false capital, so Huangliang was completely out of the control of Huaidu, and His Majesty stayed in Huangliang to accompany the emperor. I heard that on January 15th next year, we will build a temple to worship the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and rebuild ancient Chu? I’m not sure, after all, we’re separated by a vast swamp, and no one knows what’s going on over there?”
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Your Majesty, don't you care?"
Wu Dalong said slowly: "Your Majesty has disappeared for a long time."
Not even Cong Ren knew where Shenhe had gone, let alone a small sword cultivator like them who was hanging around in Lingnan.
"So Huaidu later transferred all the southern soldiers to Nanyi City. Now around Nanyi City, in the ten miles of green mountains, there are all human armies. It's a pity that after that battle, after those sword cultivators left, the entire area The green mountains of Daze are covered with miasma, and the army cannot pass through at all, otherwise the southern army should have appeared in Huangliang itself by now."
Nan Dao said softly: "Is there no end to the practice world?"
Lu Xiaoxiao shook his head and said: "The world of human cultivation has only ended twice. Those were thousands of years ago. Although I don't understand some things very well, I also know that if this world really causes trouble in Huai'an, The world of spiritual practice will all come to an end, and it can really only be a catastrophe, such as the battle between the two clans a thousand years ago, and it took a thousand years for the world to calm down before it regained its strength."
The world of cultivation here naturally refers to the three swords and three concepts or the emergence of some of their lower-level cultivation places, not just some small sword cultivators wandering to Nanyi City.
Of course, maybe Mojianya will never enter the world again from now on.
Just like Hangu Temple, it slowly disappeared into human history.
Perhaps it is true that talented people have emerged from generation to generation, each leading the way for a thousand years.
Nandao is still looking at the south quietly.
Lu Xiaoxiao turned to look at Nandao and said softly: "Junior brother, do you want to go back and take a look?"
Wu Dalong laughed at the side and said: "If junior brother really wants to go to Nanyi City, we can also move the whole sect to Nanyi City together, just like the Sword Sect in the world, becoming bigger and stronger and creating greater glory!"
"..." Nan Dao was silent, then shook his head and said with a smile, "It's just a look, there's no need to go back."
His friends may have left.
There may be only one little demon rat in town.
And what he was looking at may not actually be Nanyi City.
Maybe I just want to find a small town that disappeared mysteriously.
Although not far below Fengqi Ridge is Nanyi City.
But leaving naturally does not mean going to a very far place. Even if it is one mile apart but you never go back in your life, it is still leaving.
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong both breathed a sigh of relief.
Nan Dao looked around at the endless and quiet green mountains, and then said slowly: "Why don't you see any other sword cultivators in the mountains?"
After Nan Dao finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. After all, 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan originally came down the mountain, but only less than 10,000 came back in the end. It is normal to have some peace and quiet.
Lu Xiaoxiao said very proudly: "Because these are the mountains of Tianya Sword Sect and Xiaobai Sword Sect."
"?" Nan Dao turned his head in shock, and then saw Lu Xiaoxiao continuing: "Junior brother, although we Lingnan people are not good at practicing swords, there is not much else but the place is big. You must know that Fengqiling is The place that is said to stretch across the north and south of Huai'an, if it weren't for the fact that there are so few people, we wouldn't just call it Lingnan Sword Sect."
There used to be a small number of 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan.
Nan Dao didn't know what to say for a while.
Lu Xiaoxiao became serious and patted Nan Dao on the shoulder sincerely.
"Junior brother."
"Um?"
"The hope of the Lingnan Sword Sect rests with you alone!"
"Don't you mean that as long as I stay here for a while, I can just wander around like a teenager?"
Lu Xiaoxiao said confidently: "After all, you have come here, so you have to be greedy."
"..." Nan Dao stood up silently under the setting sun, holding a sword and an umbrella. He looked at the two people sitting on the edge of the cliff and said slowly, "Then what should I do?"
"Practice!" Lu Xiaoxiao clenched his fist and lowered it. "Until no one in the world dares to ask about your sword."
"Why don't people in the world dare to ask about my sword?"
"Look, Cheng Lu, who may still be scolding people at the Tianya Sword Sect, everyone knows that his sword is Si Po. But does anyone know what kind of sword his master Chen Yunxi is?"
"have no idea."
"Because no one dares to ask. If you ask, you will die. The Jianzong is famous for not attacking lightly or harshly."
"Then why does everyone in the world know that Congren Sect Master is the Karma Sword?"
Lu Xiaoxiao was also stunned and looked at Wu Dalong beside him, "Why?"
Wu Dalong looked confused.
"I don't know!"
Naturally, the three people on the cliff didn't know that the Cong Blade was called the Karma Sword.
Bai Fengyu, the former temple master of Qingtian Dao, spent the rest of his life asking this question.
The clouds on the horizon are melting away towards the mountains, until the tops of the mountains are endlessly brilliant.
"How long will Cheng Lu stay?" Nan Dao asked Lu Xiaoxiao without dwelling on the issue.
Lu Xiaoxiao frowned and said, "I don't know, maybe he will leave when he gets tired of scolding."
Wu Dalong opened his mouth. He wanted to say that he would go back and take a look, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in black short clothes walking towards this side with a sword on the mountain road not far away, but his expression changed.
"There is a mole, stop trading."
Wu Dalong said hurriedly, pulling Lu Xiaoxiao to run away.
Nan Dao turned around with a confused look on his face, and then saw Cheng Lu, the Sipojian whom he had met once before in the Xuandao Ping of Xuanxuyuan.
Nan Dao stayed quietly on the cliff holding an umbrella, looking at Cheng Lu's short hair that was parted to both sides.
But he couldn't help but sigh.
It's really dark.
Of course, I just lamented that his hair was dark and thick.
Cheng Lu walked to the cliff with the sword in hand, glanced at the grave pit nearby, and picked up the wooden board from there. She looked at Nandao with a strange expression, then threw it in and put her sword on the back of the cliff. Arrived behind.
Although people from Liuyun Sword Sect like to carry swords on their waists.
But that was just the impression left on the world by the relatively low-level outer sect disciples who had a sword behind their back that was difficult to unsheath.
If the realm is a little higher, it is natural to carry the sword on the back, then crouch on the ground and take it out of the sheath.
So handsome. So handsome.
Cheng Lu strapped his sword back and walked to Nan Dao. He looked around and saw the two people running away on the mountain road. He sneered: "These two bad guys can run pretty fast."
Cheng Lu would naturally not be polite when speaking.
It was because of people like Lingnan Sword Sect that he broke his hand while drinking, and even went to Mojian Cliff and was beaten by Qiu Xi'er.
Anyone else would be angry.
"Brother and sister should not be bad people." Nan Dao was silent for a while, looking at Cheng Lu under the umbrella and said.
Cheng Lu turned back and looked at Nandao. She didn't say anything. She just looked back and forth at Nandao for a long time, and then asked very strangely: "Are you really planning to stay in a place like Lingnan Sword Sect?"
Nan Dao said softly: "How about I go to Liuyun Sword Sect?"
"Ah, there's no need to be so polite. You'd better stay away from us, thank you." Cheng Lu said sincerely.
When Nan Dao abandoned his umbrella in Daze that day, Cheng Lu had actually rushed back from Mojian Cliff.
Cheng Lu played to the extreme, he didn't want to see such a snowstorm and sword light appearing in the Liuyun Mountains.
It was at that time that he understood why Uncle Cong Ren refused to let Nan Dao stay in the human sword sect even if he was beaten to death.
This is a fucking unstable bomb, whoever survives it will be ruined.
Only these whimsical and ignorant people in Lingnan want to do this kind of thing.
Cheng Lu looked at the two people who had run away on the mountain road, and she was really sincere in saving them.
Forget it.
Cheng Lu didn't think about these things. She looked back at Nan Dao and said, "Is this your own decision?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Yes."
"Fine."
Cheng Lu would naturally not force Nan Dao to go anywhere, and they had nothing to do with each other.
"But if Mo Jian Ya asks about it in the future, you must remember that this matter has nothing to do with me."
Cheng Lu said with a shrug.
"I don't want to be like some people who were stupid and had their legs broken and thrown off a cliff."
