When Nan Dao heard this, he was stunned for a moment, looked at Cheng Lu and said, "Senior brother, what do you mean by this?"
Cheng Lu sat down on the edge of the cliff, looked in the direction of the East China Sea and said, "Isn't this a fool who has a view of mountains and rivers? Hearing that Mojian Cliff invites swordsmen from all over the world, he jumped up the cliff and was beaten half to death."
Nan Dao was confused.
Qiu Xi'er invites swordsmen from all over the world, so he naturally knows.
But why is it a person who has a view of mountains and rivers?
Cheng Lu glanced at Nan Dao's expression and probably knew what he was thinking. He propped up his knees and supported his chin, and said with a sneer: "I heard that Yun Zhusheng is called Yun Zhusheng. It is said that he is related to the eleven disciples of Mojianya." A feud. I think it’s just a matter of stupid cultivation. Mojianya has never had more than ten disciples. The most, that is, the Sword Master’s generation, has ten disciples, Muyu.”
"Or maybe I think Mojianya is no longer good, and want to try to gain some fame in the world by using Mojianya's name."
Cheng Lu thought it was ridiculous, so she talked a lot.
"Just kidding, after Senior Sister Qiu said those words, there are so many sword sects in the world, but none of them have climbed up the cliff. Does he think that we are all trying to maintain our health like Senior Brother Huaifeng? Then it's not because we can't win the battle."
Nan Dao silently thought about the woman in the white dress who once spent all day reading and looking at flowers at Jingsi Lake.
Although it is only in the Xiaodao realm, it is the sword intent of the Cliff Master realm.
Naturally, it was impossible for any swordsman of the same realm to beat her.
Nan Dao was still thinking, but Cheng Lu suddenly turned his head and looked at Nan Dao meaningfully.
Nan Dao looked down at himself. Although he had been asleep for several months, he was still clean and there was nothing strange about him.
"Senior brother, what are you looking at?"
Cheng Lu looked at it for a long time, then smiled softly and said, "I suddenly remembered that the man who watches mountains and rivers is actually not that bold."
Nan Dao was confused.
Cheng Lu turned around, looked at the bright clouds in the sky, and said with a smile: "At least he is not bold enough to write a love letter to senior sister."
"!"
Nan Dao's eyes widened and he stuttered for a moment while looking at Cheng Lu's back.
"You, you, you... peeked at my letter!"
Cheng Lu stood up, looked at Nan Dao's flushed face, patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Junior brother, it's not embarrassing for someone to peek at your letter. What's embarrassing is that you can write a wrong word in a love letter. Come."
"..."
Nan Dao raised his hands to cover his face and turned around, facing Qingshan, feeling infinitely ashamed.
Damn it.
Why does everyone know that he is a father-in-law?
Cheng Lu said sincerely: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you write the wrong word, but you just missed thinking about the word. This is a fatal mistake."
"Thank you, senior brother, for your teachings. I will definitely study hard..."
"Come on, I'm optimistic about you." Cheng Lu encouraged Nan Dao by patting her on the shoulder, and then walked down the cliff.
Nan Dao looked at Cheng Lu's back and stopped him.
"Senior brother."
Cheng Lu turned back and looked at Nan Dao with a confused expression.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said softly: "I heard that my name is on the Liuyun Sword Sect's hunting list?"
Cheng Lu said calmly: "Yes, I added it, but I didn't know it was you at that time."
"Why?"
Nan Dao looked at Cheng Lu quietly.
The evening wind blows all over the cliff.
Cheng Lu turned around and walked among the fallen leaves in the evening breeze.
"Master asked me to add it, so you don't have to worry, junior brother. Many people's names in the world are on it, even my own is on it. As long as no one is willing to take the order, it may not be regarded as a disguised list. "
"Someone took it and tried to kill me several times."
Nan Dao thought of the person from He Zong who had disappeared for a long time.
"Yes, people from the He Sect. Those people are lunatics. I heard they even assassinated Shenhe." Cheng Lu walked calmly on the way down the cliff, raising her hands to stroke the blades of grass that poked out of her head. "So they are unreasonable, and you, junior brother, can't be unreasonable either."
Nan Dao watched Cheng Lu's leaving figure in silence, then remembered something and asked a very strange question.
"Is the bounty generous?"
"?" Cheng Lu suddenly turned around and looked at Nandao on the cliff from a distance, then smiled and said, "It's quite rich. It's a broken sword called Jue Li."
"Judgment?"
"Four-foot Judgment, the sword of the Seventh Disciple in Tsing Yi, is said to be the best swordsman in history. He has many sword moves at Mojianya, such as Cloud Breaking the Moon, Chaotic Red Flying across the Swing, and the ultimate skill of the world, They were all made by him. Later, the eighth disciple in Tsing Yi, the Demon Ancestor, held them on the cliff and watched the human world for decades."
Qing Yi is naturally the number one person in the world.
But he is not the best swordsman.
This man who has been sitting in the human world for decades has never drawn a sword in the human world.
Cheng Lu smiled, looked back at Nandao, and said, "So do you think this bounty is huge?"
"Senior brother, don't you want it?"
"I don't want it. The sword from Mojianya is not that easy to hold. I'm not Master Congren, so I can't be shy about using such a sword." Cheng Lu turned back and said softly, "We know that the He Sect The people later left Nanyi City, but the sword was not given to them because we knew you were not dead."
"People from the He Sect also know."
Nan Dao fell silent.
So why did I never see that person again?
Is it because of Zhang Xiaoyu?
"Thank you, senior brother." Nan Dao said softly.
"You're welcome. Come on, junior brother. Maybe one day, I will feel that I am worthy of using such a sword." Cheng Lu was already far away in the green mountains.
"Maybe I will come find you."
Nandao remained silent on the cliff for a long time.
It turns out that it's not just the human world that's not at peace.
There is a bit of chill in the dusk evening breeze, it is the autumn wind.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and looked at the grave pit beside him. After looking at it for a long time, he picked up a hoe and buried all the new soil dug out, and then inserted the wooden board at the head of the grave.
It wasn't until he finished all this that he saw Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao walking back from a distance, holding hands and looking around.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and looked at the two of them quietly.
"Junior brother, you can't blame us for this situation. Who knew there was a mole in Lingnan? Don't worry, we will go back and find out the damn mole right now, and let him farm the land for us for ten years."
Lu Xiaoxiao said angrily.
"..." Nan Dao was speechless.
But all three of them knew that Cheng Lu naturally had no ill intentions.
If people like Cheng Lu were really malicious, they wouldn't just sit in front of the Tianya Sword Sect and curse.
Wu Dalong looked at the grave that had been covered with soil. Because it was not compacted, it really looked like a person was buried in it.
"Junior brother, what are you doing?"
Nan Dao looked at the grave quietly and said softly: "This is good."
What's good?
Wu Dalong was a little confused.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Nan Dao silently.
Is it because of Zhang Xiaoyu’s sword?
Maybe just one.
Maybe Nan Dao really didn't think much about it and just filled a grave.
Nan Dao said nothing, holding an umbrella and carrying a sword, and followed the two of them down the cliff.
The three of them crossed the mountain road and walked through the pass under the cliff.
Then they came to a very quiet mountain canyon. The valley road was full of autumn red maple trees. The road was clean and looked like there were some sword marks, as if someone had cut them out little by little with a sword.
There is a cool evening breeze in the gorge. Maybe this is the reason why there are red maple trees on both sides, but there are not many fallen leaves on the road.
It wasn't until we exited the valley that we saw a narrow mountain path going down.
There is a clear stream flowing slowly beside the road, and there are many vegetable fields beside the stream.
The lowest point is the appearance of the Sword Sect on the mountainside.
In fact, there is no sword sect at all, just some scattered old two-story blue buildings hidden in the jungle.
"This is the Tianya Sword Sect." Lu Xiaoxiao stopped on the mountain road and pointed at the small green buildings below the mountain stream.
Then he turned around and pointed at some faint red buildings in the distance.
"That's the Little White Sword Sect over there."
"Why is Xiaobai Sword Sect the Red Mansion?"
"The Tianya Sword Sect is not in Tianya either." Lu Xiaoxiao said innocently.
"..." Nan Dao fell silent.
Wu Dalong on the side argued: "The Tianya Sword Sect is because our swords are in Tianya."
"Ah, yes, so you are the poorest in Lingnan."
If the swords are thrown away, you will naturally be poor.
Wu Dalong also fell silent.
The three of them walked down the mountain path, feeling a bit happy as the cool breeze blew from the mountain.
This is probably the silence that Nanyi City cannot have.
The bottom of the mountain trail is naturally not the foot of the mountain. It still belongs to the top of the mountain. If you want to really go down the mountain, you still need to walk a long distance down.
After all, Cheng Lu, who scolded Shan, didn't really go to Tianya Sword Sect to scold him.
It was just on the stone steps leading down from the mountain gate - the same stone steps where I broke my hand after drinking too much.
When Nan Dao was about to walk down the mountain path with a clear stream flowing down the side, he suddenly turned back and looked to the north.
What’s after over the mountain?
It’s just mountains.
He didn't know why, but he remembered Cao Weiying's words.
How strange.
Nan Dao thought like this, and followed Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong to the end of the mountain road.
When we got here, it looked pretty decent. After all, it was an old sword sect with a history of many years. Although there are no famous big names, even if the world lives for a thousand years, it can still be arranged properly.
So there are bluestone paths extending to both sides.
To the left is the Tianya Sword Sect, and to the right is the Xiaobai Sword Sect, which is farther away.
Lu Xiaoxiao turned around and looked at Nandao and said, "Where do you want to go, junior brother?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "I'm a little tired today."
Although I had just woken up, I was indeed a little tired.
Lu Xiaoxiao naturally knew what Nandao meant, and was not disappointed. He just smiled and said, "Okay, junior brother, rest here for the night. I will take you back to Jianzong tomorrow."
Wu Dalong was unhappy when he heard this.
"What does it mean to go back to Jianzong? I should go to your Jianzong."
Nan Dao had a headache. He held an umbrella and walked alone along the bluestone path toward the small building.
The two argued for a long time before realizing that Nan Dao had left alone, so they quickly followed him.
Passing through the paths shaded by green trees, there is a rather clean courtyard-like existence. About a hundred feet away, those small buildings are at the end of the path on the edge of the courtyard.
As Nan Dao looked around, he always felt like he was imitating the human sword sect.
But it is normal to think about it. After all, it is the Lingnan Sword Sect, which can also be called the Ring of Human Sword Sect sword cultivator community.
As soon as Nan Dao walked onto the courtyard, he saw a young man walking out carrying an ugly-looking sword and holding a musical instrument with many strings.
The two looked at each other across the stage, both stunned for a moment.
Nan Dao thought to himself, could this be the leader of the Tianya Sword Sect?
Why does he look younger than Wu Dalong? He shouldn't be an old man?
Wu Dalong saw Nan Dao's appearance from the side, then looked at the young man who came out over there, and said with a smile: "This is a new disciple I recruited before, a few days later than you, well, that is my junior brother, his name is. ....”
Before Wu Dalong finished speaking, the young man across the courtyard laughed and said in a gentle voice: "My name is Le Chaotian, the music of musical instruments."
As he spoke, he also plucked the instrument in his hand.
Nan Dao looked at the young man strangely, but the junior brother couldn't say that sentence.
Is there a junior brother here?
Or a person who looks about the same age as Chen He?
But the young man named Le Chaotian didn't have so many worries. He looked at Nan Dao and said seriously: "Senior brother finally woke up from his sleep."
Nan Dao hesitated for a while, then said awkwardly: "Well, hello, junior brother."
It's a little bit out of context.
Nan Dao felt that if this was a confrontation, his momentum would definitely be at a disadvantage from the beginning.
But there probably weren’t that many weird confrontations.
Le Chaotian was very adaptable to being called junior brother by a young man. He walked over with a smile and looked at Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao each calling them senior brother and senior sister.
Then he looked at Nan Dao, raised the instrument in his hand, and said, "Hello, senior brother."
What should senior brother do?
Nan Dao thought for a while, followed Zhang Xiaoyu's example and patted Le Chaotian's shoulders.
"well then, good luck."
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong smiled secretly beside them.
Le Chaotian looked at the two of them and said, "Senior sister and I are probably tired from hiding from the Si Po Sword today. Why don't we go to rest early and I'll take senior brother for a walk."
Lu Xiaoxiao and the two were indeed tired.
But I was tired from digging graves, and I was driven all over the mountain by Cheng Lu for a while. I was really tired, so when I heard Le Chaotian's words, I hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay!"
The two of them walked across the courtyard to the small green buildings.
Don't ask Lu Xiaoxiao where to go.
She had to keep an eye on Wu Dalong.
Le Chaotian watched the two leave, turned back to Nan Dao and said with a smile: "Senior brother, if you are not used to calling me junior brother, you can call me Chaotian."
Nan Dao held up the umbrella and hesitated for a while, then said, "Let's call him Junior Brother."
After all, you have to adapt.
If you live in the world of spiritual practice, you will always become a senior brother one day.
After thinking about it like this, Nan Dao seemed to have adapted a lot, and continued: "Where are you going to take me, junior brother?"
Le Chaotian walked along the courtyard with his musical instrument in his arms and said with a smile, "It's just a leisurely walk."
"If you don't take me to see the master..." Nan Dao couldn't say the word "master" this time.
Le Chaotian looked back at Nandao, thought for a while, and said: "You don't need to call me Master, and Senior Brother Dalong and the others don't call me either. Either they call me an old man, an old madman, or a lazy fool."
"..." Nan Dao was speechless, followed Le Chaotian and asked, "Why?"
Le Chaotian walked with the instrument in his arms and said, "Because he thinks about hiding the sword all day long, and then he comes here with a wave of his sword."
"Isn't this nice?"
"It would be great if it really succeeded." Le Chaotian said with a smile, "It's a pity that he has been hiding the sword for many years, well... The Tianya Sword Sect has been hiding the sword for many years, and so far none of them has been found. .”
When Nan Dao heard this, he looked at Le Chaotian who was always smiling and asked in confusion: "Then what are you doing here?"
Le Chaotian clapped the things in his hands and said, "It's quiet here. The place I used to stay in was too noisy, and people would throw things at me even if I tried to play a piece of music."
"That's it." Nan Dao nodded with sudden realization. "Then what is this?"
"Honghou." Le Chaotian turned back with the Honghou in his arms, looked at Nan Dao and said with a smile, "This is the Honghou."
Nan Dao was a little skeptical at first, but when he saw Le Chaotian's eyes glowing when he turned around, he really believed it. He just wanted to find a quiet place to play music.
What kind of person can still have a bright light in his eyes when the dusk is almost over?
That must be someone who loves it.
Le Chaotian looked at Nan Dao's thoughtful expression, then smiled, and without going any further, he sat down on the circular steps at the edge of the courtyard and patted the place next to him.
"Let me play one for senior brother."
"good."
Nan Dao sat over and turned around to stare at Le Chaotian and the konghou in his hand.
Le Chaotian coughed twice, cleared his throat, faced the dusk clouds over the mountains, and then raised his hand to pluck the strings.
In the autumn wind on a mountain, countless red leaves blow from the valley behind the mountain and fall to the sky and the earth.
The sound of music rose up.
Le Chaotian smiled slightly, and while playing, he sang softly and gently:
Shu Miao walked ten miles at night.
I picked up the poem bag and threw away the clothes bag.
The road is slippery in the cold weather and the horseshoes are stiff.
It turned out to be Xie Lang, who came to see off Li Lang.
At first, the strings were plucked very slowly, as if they were singing slowly, and the music was sung very gently.
However, in the second half, Le Chaotian was still smiling, but his eyes were brighter and the movements of his hands became faster. The music sounded higher, the wind seemed to be blowing all over the mountain, and the red leaves fell to the world.
Sing:
Drunk and talking about articles.
He knocked down the neighboring wall and pushed down the bed.
Onlookers clapped their hands and laughed wildly.
...
At this point, the music was probably at its peak, but Le Chaotian did not sing any more. He turned back and looked at Nandao with a smile, and said softly to the sound of the music all over the ground:
"It doesn't matter if you are sparse, and it doesn't matter if you are crazy."
Then the music stopped.
The mountains are covered with fallen leaves, and the wind is constantly blowing.
...
Onlookers clapped their hands and laughed wildly. It doesn't matter if you are sparse, and it doesn't matter if you are crazy.
...
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian blankly and asked, "What is the name of this song?"
"A plum blossom."
"Junior brother plays so well, why did he get hit by someone?"
"They were jealous of me because I played so well."
Le Chaotian said with a smile.
Nan Dao chuckled softly and said: "It may indeed be like this. Is there anything else, junior brother?"
Le Chaotian stood up with a smile while holding the harp, and said: "Senior brother wants to hear it. I will play it to him another day. It's getting late today, so I'll take you to see the old man first."
"..."
Only then did Nan Dao realize that the dusk was only a little far away.
That twilight hangs on the edge of the night.
It's like holding a preserved egg up to the light, and a dark orange light flows in that corner.
Well, the night is a big preserved egg.
Nan Dao thought like this, stood up, and left with joy.
