Le Chaotian stood in the dusk at the entrance of the canyon, looking at the young man walking towards the canyon with a sword on his back and an umbrella. His eyes were clear and he said with a smile: "Okay."
Then he took off the cucurbit silk from his waist again and hung it on the maple tree at the mouth of the valley. Then he tightened the cuffs of his trouser legs and followed Nan Dao towards the canyon.
The two of them reached the middle of the canyon.
The twilight flowed in from the beginning and end of the canyon. The clouds overhead cast red light in the crevices of the canyon, and the mountain wind blew countless red maples flying.
Nan Dao walked forward for another ten steps before he stopped and raised his hand. The Peach Blossom Sword behind him was taken out of its sheath by the sword intention and fell into his hand. Looking at the blue-black sword with several gaps, Nan Dao Dao suddenly felt that he was very lazy and said softly: "The first sword I learned was the flower-piercing sword that my husband taught me."
"Flower sword?" Le Chaotian looked at the fiery red leaves all over the gorge, and also drew the sword from behind.
Le Chaotian must have never learned a sword. He stumbled when he pulled it out. He still bent forward to pull it out. He looked very clumsy. However, Le Chaotian didn't feel embarrassed. He looked at Nan Dao with a smile and said, "It's okay." I have never learned a sword, which makes my senior brother laugh."
"Junior brother, if you don't have the will to sword yet, it's better to tie the sword around your waist on weekdays." Nan Dao is now very able to adapt to his status as a senior brother, and looked at Le Chaotian seriously and said.
Le Chaotian smiled and said, "Okay."
Then the young man untied the scabbard behind him, put it aside, bowed to Nan Dao, and said, "Senior brother, please enlighten me."
Nan Dao's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the sword wind surged around him, rolling up many fallen leaves. In an instant, he crossed the distance of about ten steps and stopped in front of Le Chaotian.
The gorge is filled with silence.
Le Chaotian stared blankly at the green-black sword that stopped between his eyebrows. It not only came in an instant, but also passed through dozens of fallen leaves.
"Senior brother's sword is so fast."
When Nan Dao heard this, he couldn't help but feel in a trance, looking at the admiration in Le Chaotian's eyes.
Suddenly, he remembered the young man who picked up this sword by the Jingsi Lake, but couldn't wear a single flower.
It turns out that I have really come a long way on the path of sword cultivation.
Nan Dao lowered his sword and looked at the fallen leaves on the sword. Then he laughed softly and said, "This is a very slow sword."
Le Chaotian raised the sword in his hand and looked back and forth, extending it forward and then retracting it.
"Then senior brother must have seen a faster sword. Is it your husband's sword?"
Nan Dao raised the sword again, and drew the sword against the umbrella rib. The sword screamed away, and the fallen leaves slowly fell at his feet.
"Yes. That's true, the fastest sword in the world." Nan Dao said with a chuckle.
Le Chaotian did not ask who the gentleman from Nandao was. He just smiled strangely and said, "There is a secret hidden in senior brother's smile."
Nan Dao suddenly turned around and said firmly: "Junior brother is wrong."
"Ha ha."
Le Chaotian smiled happily from behind.
Nan Dao was a little embarrassed, so he never turned around. After a long time, the laughter stopped, and Le Chaotian's very sincere voice came from behind.
"So can this sword be taught?"
Nan Dao quietly looked at the sky outside the valley, and then said softly: "It should be teachable, not to mention, you call me senior brother, I am embarrassed not to teach you."
Nan Dao said, turned around, raised the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand again, thinking about what Qiu Xi'er had done when he taught him, and stretched out his hand towards Le Chaotian.
"What does senior brother want?" Le Chaotian asked with some confusion.
"Give me your sword."
"Oh." Le Chaotian didn't ask why, he turned over the sword that Wu Dalong had given him and handed over the hilt.
It looks very particular.
Nan Dao didn't say much. He took the sword, left his Peach Blossom Sword where it was, inserted it in front of Le Chaotian, then turned and walked towards the other end of the canyon.
"Are we going to change swords to compete?"
Le Chaotian looked at Nan Dao's walking back and asked.
"No, you wait here first."
Naturally, Nan Dao wanted Le Chaotian to carve words on the sword.
It's just that his strength is not enough to make Le Chaotian's sword burn at such a short distance, so he has to go farther.
This kind of burning is naturally different from sword fire.
The sword fire is the vitality of heaven and earth ignited by the sword's intention, which is attached to the sword body.
The burning of the sword is the green fire that comes from the collision and friction with this world.
Nan Dao held the sword and walked to the other end of the canyon. Here, looking up, he could pass through some mountain roads and see the cliff where he had almost been buried.
Nan Dao looked at the cliff, then smiled, turned around with his sword in hand, and faced the dusk coming through the canyon.
In the divine sea, the energy of heaven and earth surged together with the sword intention, all attached to the long sword in his hand. Then, holding the black umbrella, he clenched the long sword, and the sword wind swept through the canyon, and the sword passed through the canyon.
Until it stopped in front of Le Chaotian.
Countless green fires leaped above the long sword.
The blade of the sword seemed a little soft, far less soft than my original Peach Blossom Sword.
But engraving a word should be enough.
Nan Dao put away the sword in his hand, held it with his sword intention, and brought it to Le Chaotian. He said softly: "Junior brother can give his sword a name."
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows, and then he probably understood what Nan Dao was going to do. He pulled out Nan Dao's Peach Blossom Sword from the ground, looked at Nan Dao with a smile, and said, "What should I name it?"
Nan Dao looked at the sword and said, "Junior brother, it's fine if you like it, but it can't be too sloppy, like a little flower or grass. Maybe in the future, when you hold the sword and climb into the clouds, the world will know your name, so it has to sound nice."
Le Chaotian laughed, then held the Peach Blossom Sword and quickly carved three words on the sword.
Dielianhua.
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian strangely.
Le Chaotian's figure smiled gently and said: "Is it only allowed that senior brother's sword is called Peach Blossom?"
Nan Dao took his sword from Le Chaotian and said slowly: "No, I was just thinking about what this is."
Le Chaotian just smiled without saying anything, rubbing his hands and waiting in front of the butterfly love flower.
"When can I hold this sword?"
Nan Dao looked at the green fires that were gradually extinguished and said softly: "Let the wind blow for a while."
Let the mountain breeze blow for a while.
"Okay." Le Chaotian said with a smile, looked at Nan Dao and said, "So how should we start with the sword just now?"
Nan Dao raised his sword and stabbed into the mountain wind casually.
When she sheathed the sword, there were already many maple leaves on the sword.
"That's it, start by piercing the flowers...and piercing the leaves."
Le Chaotian looked up at the red sky that filled the canyon, thought for a moment and said, "It sounds like it's not difficult."
The Butterfly Love Flower still hadn't cooled down, so Nan Dao threw the Parrot Island behind him to Le Chaotian.
Le Chaotian caught the sword in a hurry, and then looked at the cold light on the sword and couldn't help but admired: "What a sword! This is really a good sword!"
The sword Cao Weiying gave him would not be too bad.
No matter how bad the sword is, if it falls into the sword lake in Tianshang Town, it will be polished by the light of thousands of swords and tempered by countless sword intentions, and it will naturally become a very unusual sword.
Nan Dao still remembers when he and Tao Hua tried their swords at the bottom of the lake and broke the sword with a lot of grass.
However, in terms of the number of swords, Cao Weiying is the biggest landowner in the world.
Of course he won't care about anything.
"You use this sword now. When your sword cools down, you can use your own sword."
Although Le Chaotian admired the good sword, after standing in the canyon and stabbing Luo Feng with his sword, he looked at the several pieces of Luo Feng on the sword and said with a smile: "Forget it, try this sword. alright."
As Le Chaotian spoke, he carefully wiped off the fallen leaves on the sword and handed it to Nan Dao's hand.
"Why?"
Nan Dao looked down at the sword in his hand, then looked up at Le Chaotian.
Le Chaotian had already returned to the Dielianhua, but he sat down, hugged his knees and waited, saying, "Senior brother's sword is so good, I'm afraid that I will dislike my sword after using it."
Nan Dao remembered what Qiu Xi'er said back then - there is no nameless sword in the world, and only the sword that has been practicing swordsmanship for a lifetime is the best sword.
"Junior brother does have the heart to practice swordsmanship."
"Is it possible that Senior Brother doesn't have one?"
Le Chaotian was very curious.
Nan Dao lowered his head and looked at the two swords in his hands quietly, and then let go of the Peach Blossom Sword.
Hold the parrot island.
There was some fine snow faintly appearing in the eyes, and then it fell on the sword body with endless cold light in Youtiao Island.
So there seemed to be some sounds of wind and snow in the maple forest of the canyon.
Nan Dao stood in the canyon holding an umbrella, and then calmly sent out his sword.
The sword was covered with wind and snow, but it made the twilight a bit colder.
Le Chaotian listened to the sound of the wind in the gorge, and the sword intentions that seemed to fall not far ahead with fine snow, his eyes brightened, he clapped his hands and said: "This sword is good! Senior brother, this sword is good, this sword Whoever teaches me brother, I want to learn this sword!"
Nan Dao put away his sword and stood up, saying softly: "No one taught me this sword."
Maybe it’s the Fengxue Sect, maybe it’s the Fine Snow Sect.
Nan Dao thought calmly, bent down and picked up the Peach Blossom Sword.
Le Chaotian chuckled and said, "So this is senior brother's own sword. What's its name?"
Some of the fine snow in the South Island has subsided, but there is still a lot of frost and snow on Parrot Island in my hand.
"Xixue, it's called Xixue."
Nan Dao said calmly that this was a sword he learned from the story of that day in Nanyi City on April 3, the year 103 of the Gale Calendar.
The two swords in his hands were released and returned to their sheaths by the sword intention.
Nandao crossed Le Chaotian and walked toward the mouth of the canyon.
"This sword is great!" Le Chaotian squatted in front of his Dielianhua, admiring.
"I don't want to teach anyone this sword." Nan Dao said slowly, holding an umbrella and walking away. "Also, junior brother, your sword is already cold."
Naturally, Nan Dao's sword was not just for being handsome.
The fine snowy sword intent flew away in the wind and landed on the Dielianhua, but it quickly cooled down the sword.
The mountain breeze refuses to come too often.
So we had to stir up a fine snow.
Le Chaotian then lowered his head and looked at the sword inserted in the canyon. The sword had been burned from the inside out, so it looked a little mottled.
It's a different kind of ugliness.
The Sword of Swordsmanship was probably like this in the beginning.
The cold light naturally comes from the sword's will.
Le Chaotian raised his hand to hold the sword, but took a breath.
When he let go of his hand, the hilt of the sword quickly absorbed the moisture from his hand, condensing some handprints.
Le Chaotian sighed and said, "How good this sword lesson is for me."
But sighing with regret, Le Chaotian adapted for a while, then stood up with his sword in hand. Standing in the canyon, facing the fallen leaves in the valley, he began to practice the leaf-piercing sword.
Nan Dao was already sitting at the mouth of the valley, quietly watching the dusk on the green mountains.
Even in autumn, not all trees will turn yellow.
For example, pines, cypresses and green locust trees.
The green characters of those green mountains are still lush and green.
Therefore, the scene of green mountains knowing that autumn is approaching, and red clothes illuminated by the water, can probably only be seen in mountains covered with maple leaves.
Nan Dao sat at the mouth of the valley for a long time. Le Chao Genius walked out of the canyon with sweat on his face. There were four maple leaves on his sword. He proudly handed the sword to Nan Dao. He felt a little melancholy at this inexplicable thing. The young senior brother smiled and said: "Senior brother, look."
Nan Dao naturally saw it.
How many flowers did I wear on the first day?
Nan Dao doesn’t remember anything.
But he still remembered that he didn't know anything at that time, and it was very difficult to find the angle of the sword in the forest of white magnolias.
So Nan Dao smiled softly and said, "Junior brother is amazing!"
It is indeed a heartfelt admiration.
Le Chaotian could also hear it, so he hung the sword on his waist with great satisfaction, then took off the cucurbit silk under the maple tree and hung it there together with the sword.
It looks quite presentable.
The day in this world is coming to an end.
Le Chaotian sat next to Nan Dao, hugged the cucurbit flute and started to blow.
"Is this Die Lianhua?"
After Le Chaotian finished playing a song, Nan Dao looked at him and asked.
Le Chaotian put down Hu Lusi and said with a smile, "Yes, senior brother, do you want to hear it?"
Naturally, it’s not the music that’s being listened to, but the lyrics.
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "That's okay."
Le Chaotian then pulled out the sword from his waist, picked up the wine that the previous few people had not finished, and took another sip. Then he handed the wine bottle to Nan Dao with a smile, coughed lightly, and looked down at Nan Dao. The wine flask in Dao's hand plays the sword gently and sings.
Hold the wine to persuade you to get drunk.
Qingrun Nanlang is also He Lang's son-in-law.
Remember Chaitou Xinli City.
Don't give your share to your neighbor in the east.
...
After Le Chaotian finished singing a song, he raised his head to look at the green mountains and glowing lights, and sang loudly:
Looking back at the beautiful land of Huaidu.
Thirty years ago, I was handsome and romantic.
To look for old things in the human world.
The flowers and branches are missing a name.
After singing the song, Le Chaotian put away the sword in his hand and looked towards the world with a smile.
Nan Dao tilted his head and looked at this junior brother who was more than ten years older than him, and asked in confusion: "How old is junior brother this year?"
Thirty years ago, I was handsome and romantic.
Le Chaotian looked back at Nan Dao with a smile and said, "This is someone else's libretto."
I see.
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Then if it were junior brother's lyrics, what would it be like?"
Le Chaotian thought for a moment and said, "Then it wouldn't be so satisfying."
"listen?"
Le Chaotian smiled and said, "Okay."
So he played the sword again and sang.
——
Poetry in March is like drunkenness.
The soft willow breeze is the way to look back.
Leaning against the window and listening to the chirping of orioles, it's still the same as ever.
Youth is not free when you are running around.
Pick up the powder petals at leisure, and the fragrance will be thick in your hand.
How sad is the spring peach? A little chill touches the branches.
——
Nan Dao turned to look at Le Chaotian and said, "It sounds like the lyrics of a young man."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Yes, the boy's lyrics are naturally immature and youthful. Senior brother should have never studied poetry, otherwise he would be able to see many fallacies."
Nan Dao scratched his head and said, "That's true, as long as it sounds nice."
"Hahaha." Le Chaotian smiled happily, looking at the world and flicking the sword in his hand casually.
The two sat idle at the mouth of the valley until the sky turned into a large transparent egg again.
Nan Dao suddenly felt a little hungry, so he stood up, carried his sword on his back, walked through the steps outside the valley, and headed towards the mountain road.
There was no shadow of the small building in the canyon, so it was impossible to live on it. Le Chaotian also followed the south island downwards. The sword on his waist collided with the gourd, making a very leisurely and clear collision sound—— There is the sound of swords and the sound of gourds.
Then the insects and birds all over the mountain began to make a noise, and then became quiet again.
The mountain road is like water, illuminated by the starlight above.
But such water has no sound.
The clear stream not far from the road has a gurgling sound.
Nan Dao walked along the mountain path and looked back at Le Chaotian, who was walking while letting his sword and gourd collide.
"Junior brother always seems to be very happy."
"Because living in the world is always a happy thing, not to mention hiding in a mountain like this. I can sing freely, and my senior brothers are willing to listen. It is naturally the ultimate happiness in the world."
Le Chaotian said with a slight smile.
It's probably just like his name.
"Where did junior brother come from?"
"north."
Nan Dao nodded thoughtfully. In fact, he had already guessed something before.
Leaving aside the issue of accent, the word Huaidu in the lyrics of the song can explain something.
Of course, Le Chaotian must have changed the lyrics.
Otherwise, the phrase Qingrun Nanlang would not have appeared.
"What's it like in the north?" Nan Dao asked casually while walking on the mountain path holding an umbrella.
"North!" Le Chaotian thought as he looked up at the stars.
"There are winds, snow, and sand in the north, and there are many Taoists who come and go in the mountains, but most of them don't care about anything. They don't ask much about the poverty of the world, and they don't bother to see the prosperity of the world. Well, in short, it's better than in the south. There’s a lot of excitement.”
"Is it more lively than Nanyi City?"
"Yes." Le Chaotian smiled softly. "Senior brother, if you have any ideas in the future, I can take you to the north to have a look."
Nan Dao slowly walked down the mountain path and said, "Let's talk about it later."
You have to take a walk in this world.
but not now.
The things Lu Xiaoxiao entrusted were too heavy, and Nan Dao felt a little melancholy for a moment.
"good."
Le Chaotian didn't say anything.
The two stopped at the foot of the mountain road, quietly looking at the peaceful world under the mountains in the starry sky.
Le Chaotian took off the sword and gourd from his waist and stuffed it into Nan Dao's hand.
"?"
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian, who looked around, and then walked along a path by the stream not far away.
"Senior brother, wait a moment. I'm going to steal some cabbage and use it to make hot pot at night."
"..." Nan Dao was helpless.
Why is everyone staring at Wu Dalong’s little cabbage?
Not long after Le Chaotian left, he came back smiling and holding several small cabbages.
"Walk."
Le Chaotian was so happy that he probably flew towards the sky.
