The three of them sat by the sweet-scented osmanthus forest for a long time.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Nan Dao, who was sitting on the edge with his legs crossed and a sword on his back.
"So, junior brother, have you decided where to live?"
Nan Dao glanced at Le Chaotian, thought for a while and said, "Junior Brother Le wants to build a house in the canyon on the mountain. I'll live there too."
Lu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it, it seemed that this was indeed a good decision.
Otherwise, come to Xiaobai Sword Sect from Nandao, and feel sorry for Wu Dalong, that fool.
But let Nan Dao go to Tianya Sword Sect, then he might as well come to Xiaobai Sword Sect.
Watching your neighbor get better is even more uncomfortable than your own decline.
Oh, damn it.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought with shame.
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoxiao who lowered her head inexplicably. He thought she was a little disappointed. When he was about to say something, he saw Lu Xiaoxiao raised his head again and said with a smile: "That's good."
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment, thinking that Senior Sister Lu had come out of her depression so quickly?
Lu Xiaoxiao said with great interest: "When are you going to build a house? Wu Dalong and I will help you."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Senior sister teaches my nephews to learn swordsmanship on weekdays, and senior brother Wu has many trivial matters. Senior brother and I can do such small things."
Lu Xiaoxiao hesitated for a while and said, "That's okay. If you want to help, you can stand by the canyon and call us, but the voice may have to be louder. It's windy in the mountains and you may not be able to hear us sometimes."
Le Chaotian glanced at the sword behind Nan Dao and asked with a smile: "Can senior brother's sword fly so far?"
Nan Dao nodded.
Le Chaotian then looked at Lu Xiaodao: "In fact, it doesn't have to be so troublesome. Besides, it's a lot of shouting."
The young man with a gentle voice pointed to his throat, chuckled and said, "It's not good for your throat."
Lu Xiaoxiao patted his head and said with a smile: "I forgot, junior brother likes to sing some songs on weekdays, mainly because we are used to singing like this."
The three of them chatted about trivial matters.
The morning breeze gradually brings some warmth, and the autumn sun gradually rises in the sky.
Nan Dao stood up holding an umbrella, looked at Lu Xiao and said, "Then I'll go back with Junior Brother Le to prepare some things."
Lu Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "I'll come see you again in the afternoon."
"good."
Nan Dao and Le Chaotian walked down, passing through the white osmanthus trees and red flowers, and walked in the direction they came from.
When passing by the waterfall and clear pool, Nan Dao subconsciously looked up again.
Le Chaotian saw Nan Dao's steps slowing down, looked back at Nan Dao, and asked curiously: "What are you looking at, senior brother?"
This may be an interesting picture.
Under the light of the waterfall, the young man holding the black umbrella raised his head and looked up. The gentle young man who was a head taller than the young man next to him lowered his head and said what his senior brother was looking at.
Nan Dao withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and said, "I'm just curious about where the source of this waterfall is."
"Is there a problem?" Le Chaotian asked.
Nan Dao said: "I just feel a little weird."
Le Chaotian then looked up at the waterfalls, and then said with a smile: "Senior brother, you can explore them carefully in the future."
"Um."
Nan Dao didn't hesitate anymore and walked down the waterfall holding an umbrella.
"Actually, I have a question too."
Le Chaotian walked behind Nan Dao, avoiding some splashing stream water, and said softly.
"what is the problem."
"Senior brother, why are you always holding this umbrella? Even when you were sleeping a few days ago, you never let it go."
Nan Dao walked forward calmly, but this question still reminded him of something, so there seemed to be some fine snow in the green mountains in front of him.
Nan Dao has discovered the pattern of those fine snows, blinked his eyes, stopped thinking about those things, and then said slowly: "Because there is wind and snow in the world, I am holding an umbrella for everyone."
This sentence is very interesting.
What if it were an unsmiling middle-aged man hiding in the mountains all day long?
Then the world will most likely think that this is a secluded Daxiu who hides some darkness in the world.
But when a young man carrying two misaligned swords said this, there was always something mysterious about it.
It's just that Le Chaotian, the junior brother who came for free, looked at Nandao very seriously, as if he was convinced, and he didn't forget to say the previous sentence.
"That senior brother is really working hard."
Nan Dao looked back at Le Chaotian and saw him looking down at him seriously. He smiled and said, "I was just talking nonsense."
Le Chaotian just smiled, raised his hand to touch the gourd silk around his waist, and said, "It's okay to talk nonsense, at least it can be regarded as a reason."
The two of them said nothing more. The young man held the umbrella and the young man held the gourd and headed forward.
Until they returned to the courtyard of Tianya Sword Sect, the two of them looked at the green mountains in the distance.
You may not be looking at what you want to see, but maybe just to ease your mind.
The mountain breeze is like water, maybe the fallen leaves are fish in the water, swimming towards the courtyard.
The two of them looked at each other quietly for a while. There was some faint sound of gold and iron in the small green buildings at the end of the path behind them. It should be that Wu Dalong was busy forging iron.
Le Chaotian turned to look at Nandao and said, "Go to the canyon?"
"good."
The two then walked through the bluestone path and went up the mountain road.
So Nandao once again entered the narrow Luofeng Canyon that we passed yesterday.
The canyon is not as clean as yesterday. The sharp ground is covered with fallen leaves. Perhaps the morning dew is too heavy and cannot be blown away for a while.
In the evening, the water vapor on the leaves will be dried, and then it will turn into red and fly away across the sky.
Luo Feng can also be regarded as Feihong.
Yesterday, the sky full of red leaves that passed over the umbrella-holding boy stationed at the valley mouth was really impressive.
Nan Dao couldn't help but curiously guess whether the seventh senior brother Mojianya mentioned in the world had ever stayed here.
Le Chaotian carried the ugly sword and stood side by side with Nan Dao at the mouth of the valley, blowing in the wind, looking at the distant mountains and the brilliant autumn sun, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that senior brother is not senior sister."
"?"
Nan Dao looked back at Le Chaotian, wondering what he meant.
"Standing side by side among the thousands of fallen leaves at the mouth of the valley, listening to the autumn wind and looking at the world, naturally it would be interesting to be Senior Sister." Le Chaotian said with a chuckle, and added, "Of course, I am not talking about Senior Sister Lu, and I am not necessarily talking about Senior Sister Lu. The senior sister who really exists, but at such a time, there should be such a senior sister who exists in the image, gentle, graceful and touching, her opening should be soft, preferably wearing a red dress, standing in the clear air of Taniguchi. I am sad, but I don’t want to dampen your interest, so I look at this scene with a smile.”
"..."
Nan Dao thinks that idle people probably all have one thing in common: they like to think of fancy things.
Chen He also liked to think this way.
But what Chen He thinks is different from Le Chaotian.
Chen He's imagination often flows in the fireworks of the world, such as in alleys or long streets.
Le Chaotian was different. His thoughts were ethereal and alluring.
But it's all good stuff.
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian repeatedly, making this gentle young man confused. But Nan Dao actually just suddenly suspected that Le Chaotian was Chen He who changed his gender after carrying the sword.
Nan Dao stood at the mouth of the valley, but he thought of Qiu Xi'er.
But she was cold and indifferent in a white dress.
Damn it.
Why did I subconsciously use Le Chaotian's sentence pattern?
Nan Dao then turned around and began to look at the canyon seriously.
The canyon is straight, like a sword path. Maybe a sword once passed through here, and the dripping blood turned into a red maple.
Looking up, although it is not as open as below, there is no shelter. The canyon wall is slightly sloping, and there should be some woods at the top. Occasionally, there will be fallen leaves flying.
The sky is clear in the canyon, and it is best at dusk and clouds.
Nan Dao was still watching, but Le Chaotian over there was minding his own business, sitting on the edge of the valley, holding a gourd and blowing there.
It should be a bright and relaxing tune.
It's just that it's naturally impossible to sing this kind of wind instrument again, so Nan Dao didn't ask him what he was playing. He just waited until the song was over and said, "Junior brother, don't you want to build a small building? I don't know where is the best place." "
Le Chaotian put down the gourd, looked at Nan Dao and said with a smile, "Isn't it right here?"
Nan Dao looked thoughtfully at the location of the valley entrance where the two of them were.
This can actually be regarded as a cliff edge.
There are stone steps excavated going down that lead to the mountain road from where you came, and behind you is the long but straight canyon.
Maybe it's really good, Nan Dao thought.
There are red maple trees on both sides of the canyon. You can build a small building there, but it is really not as open as here.
Nan Dao thought of the scene Le Chaotian mentioned again.
The evening breeze at the mouth of the valley and the clouds on the horizon are especially beautiful when the mountain wind blows through the canyon.
Independent small building, so gentle.
"It seems that junior brother has already thought about it." Nan Dao said softly.
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Yes, but it's a pity that my sword is not good. Building a small building requires cutting down a lot of trees, so I have to wait."
Nan Dao stood aside holding an umbrella and said with a smile: "That's it."
Although the decision is very simple, whether it is cutting down a tree or many things, it is extremely complicated.
The two of them originally thought that they really didn't need Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao's help.
But when it came time to actually take action, I still found a lot of troubles.
For example, how to structure a small building and how to treat wood.
The two looked at each other.
So the Parrot Island in the South Island went down to the top of the mountain.
It was not yet afternoon, and Lu Xiaoxiao hurriedly dragged Wu Dalong up, still holding a hammer in his hand.
He originally thought something was wrong with the two people on Nandao, but after Lu Xiaoxiao arrived, he discovered that something was indeed wrong with them.
After all, they didn't know anything and didn't want to live in a thatched cottage, so they ended up here.
But fortunately, the sword cultivators in these mountains often know a little bit about everything.
Wu Dalong, who was carrying the entire Tianya Sword Sect forward, was even more outstanding among them.
This thirty-five-year-old man, who had been learning swordsmanship in the mountains since he was a child, but had not had many leisurely days, had no intention of refusing. He just smiled and put down the hammer in his hand, and started busy planning the small building for the two of them. .
Lu Xiaoxiao also walked over and planned the platform at the mouth of the canyon with Wu Dalong.
Although there is enough space to build several small buildings, in Le Chaotian's words, too many will not look good.
On the cliff at the entrance of such a high valley, the small building is independent and full of charm.
So Le Chaotian was talking about his shooting direction, while Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao were drawing the baseline. Nan Dao thought about it, crossed the canyon, and went to the top of the mountain to chop down trees with his sword on his back.
Lu Xiaoxiao saw Nan Dao's back, raised his head from behind and asked, "Where are you going, junior brother?"
"Cut down the tree."
"Oh, remember not to cut down some random trees. After you leave the canyon and walk south for a while, there is a cedar forest. You can cut down those trees."
"good."
...
I continued cutting down the South Island until the afternoon, because I had to hold an umbrella in my hand, which was not easy to hold, so I had to drag one back one at a time.
In fact, Nan Dao could also directly use his sword to send them over, but he was afraid that if he accidentally confiscated them, it wouldn't be very nice to have them stabbed down the mountain by his senior fellow apprentices or Le Chaotian, who loves to play music.
So Nan Dao carried his sword on his back and held an umbrella, and honestly dragged the chopped trees towards Maple Leaf Canyon.
When they returned to the canyon, Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao were still busy, while Le Chaotian was leisurely sitting on the edge of the ground with his sword on his back, blowing the cucurbit flute with a smile.
Nan Dao placed the tree with the treated branches at the mouth of the canyon, waiting for Wu Dalong to teach him how to deal with it after he finished it.
Then he looked at Le Chaotian who was leisurely on the side, but before he said anything, Le Chaotian smiled and said: "I also wanted to help, but when I helped my senior brother to play the ink line, it went straight wrong, so the senior brother wouldn't let me. It’s over.”
"..."
Nan Dao actually suspected that Le Chaotian was being lazy on purpose.
After all, a person who makes no mistakes or omissions when playing a piece of music will not be able to play all the lines crookedly.
"Then help me get the chopped tree back." Nan Dao said helplessly.
Le Chaotian did not refuse. He took off the cucurbit silk from his waist and hung it on a maple tree at the mouth of the canyon. Then he followed Nan Dao towards the other end of the canyon with a smile.
The two worked hard all afternoon before dragging back all the trees.
Nan Dao suddenly understood why the steps at the entrance of Jianzong were smashed by Shushu. He would use his sword to chip away at those stones.
Human world, human world.
Of course, you have to do something yourself to be happy.
Nan Dao was very content to sit at the mouth of the valley and rest in the wind. Le Chaotian took off his gourd and blew it.
Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao have almost finished the most basic arrangements, and then they just need to finish the wood.
So the four of them sat at the mouth of the valley and rested together.
“Is there any paint left on the mountain?”
"I don't remember, but those red leaves under the laurel tree can be used to make dye."
"Why red?"
"The red color represents the Lingnan Sword Sect's prosperity from now on."
Nan Dao was silent while listening to the conversation between Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong.
He turned to look at the two of them and said, "Will these wood be eaten clean by insects after a long time?"
Wu Dalong said with a smile: "If you were to build a house in the secular world at the foot of the mountain, you would indeed need to do some anti-corrosion and insect-proofing, but here you don't need to do it."
"Why?"
Wu Dalong said: "Because there is a sword cultivator living inside, naturally there won't be so many worries."
Wu Dalong had been busy all day, but he was in a good mood, so he kept smiling.
Perhaps because he built a small building on the mountain for Nandao, this young man is equivalent to being from Lingnan.
"Especially someone like Junior Brother who will become a great swordsman in the future."
Wu Dalong added with a smile.
Nan Dao laughed softly and said nothing more.
Of course the senior brother will know more than him.
Especially when it comes to things like building a house.
Wu Dalong then discussed many details with Lu Xiaoxiao.
The orientation was naturally determined, leaning against the cliff at the edge of the canyon and facing the setting sun over the green mountains of the world.
But there's still a lot to be finalized. For example, since it is a small building, it will naturally have more than two or three floors.
Nan Dao kept talking to the two of them.
Le Chaotian didn't care about anything. He hugged the gourd and blew it all afternoon.
Lu Xiaoxiao tugged his ear midway. The gentle young junior brother didn't show much anger. He just said with a smile that since he was a junior brother, he should naturally enjoy the right of being taken care of and being lazy.
At this point, Nan Dao probably understood why Le Chaotian called his senior brother so simply yesterday.
But it's not a big deal.
So the four of them sat happily on the edge of the cliff, watching the dusk and resting.
The red leaves all over the mountain were swept out by the evening wind, passed over the four people, and fell down the mountain.
Lingnan Sword Sect is actually quite good.
Nan Dao looked at those scenery and felt so relaxed.
He leaned back, holding an umbrella and holding his hands. He didn't look like a swordsman at all.
Just a teenager.
Although Nanyi City is good, that ancient city where all the rivers flow together inevitably has many undercurrents. It was just suppressed by those Sword Sect brothers.
Sitting in these mountains, there are many bright lights missing.
But the mountains are full of fallen leaves.
It's quite spectacular.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the two junior brothers with bright eyes.
So I happily rode the sword wind back to Xiaobai Sword Sect and brought back some home-brewed wine.
The four of them sat on the mountain and drank happily.
After all, Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao still had to take care of matters in the Sword Sect. After drinking for a while, they left first.
So only Nan Dao and Le Chaotian were left on the cliff at the mouth of the canyon.
"It's great to have a senior brother!"
Le Chaotian only drank a little wine, then lay back on the fallen leaves on the ground with his hands on his back and smiled.
Nandao quietly looks at the autumn dusk on the horizon. Perhaps the dusk is the most beautiful and most beautiful.
Of course it’s good to have senior brothers.
Nan Dao just thought about it briefly.
Didn't go on.
Then he looked at Le Chaotian aside and changed the topic.
"Junior brother, have you started practicing?"
Le Chaotian nodded and said: "I have practiced some cultivation before, but the realm is not high. I just know the water realm."
Nan Dao said softly: "Zhishui is not low either."
Le Chaotian turned his head and glanced at Nandao, then turned back and said with a smile: "In this life, you have seen mountains and water. Naturally, that is enough."
Nan Dao nodded thoughtfully.
It turns out to be laziness.
Just thinking about it, Le Chaotian stood up, took off the sword that was uglier than his Peach Blossom Sword from behind, held the sword and stood under the dusk at the mouth of the valley, looked at Nan Dao and said: "But there is more to learning the sword. Some, when will senior brother teach me how to learn the sword?"
Nan Dao looked back at the long and narrow canyon where there were not many fallen leaves left by the wind.
Although it was getting late, it was not yet nightfall.
So I walked towards the canyon holding an umbrella.
"Now you can."
