Nan Dao also became a little guilty.
After all, Senior Brother Wu was still doing his best to help the two of them build a small building this afternoon.
"That's not good."
Le Chaotian walked forward on the bluestone path with the cabbage in his arms, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Lu said that although Senior Brother Wu doesn't let us touch the cabbage he sells down the mountain for money, we can go secretly, Senior Brother Wu won’t care.”
"Uh, why?"
"Because the money from the sale was only used to buy sword-making stuff. Once the sword was made, it was thrown into the water. It would probably just bubble up, so we might as well let us eat it secretly. Just don't let senior brother see it. That's good, oh, but we can't let Master see it. Once, Senior Sister Lu's disciple, Lu Xiaoyi, came to steal some cabbage. Senior Brother Wu turned around and pretended to look at the fallen leaves, but the old man saw him and chased him. At the door of Xiaobai Sword Sect, there was a person who had been scolding me for a long time."
"..." Nan Dao was silent, looking at Le Chaotian who turned back to talk to him, and the old man not far in front of him.
As Le Chaotian spoke, he felt that Nan Dao's expression was a little strange. When he turned around, he saw the old man staring at the two of them.
Le Chaotian laughed awkwardly and said, "Ah, Master, why are you here?"
As he spoke, he looked down at the cabbage in his arms, thought for a moment and said, "I said these cabbages became sperm and ran down on their own. Master, do you believe it?"
The old man ignored Le Chaotian and looked at Nan Dao, who was holding an umbrella and remaining silent behind Le Chaotian.
"Senior brother, are you hungry?"
Both of them were stunned for a moment.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Yes."
The old man turned around and shouted to Wu Dalong, who was banging iron in the depths of the Sword Sect: "Dalong!"
Wu Dalong may have been frightened, but he ran out shirtless with a hammer in hand.
Then he saw the three people on the bluestone road.
There are also those little cabbage plants that are still covered in mud.
After thinking about it, why are the two junior brothers so unlucky? The master caught them.
Wu Dalong frowned and thought about how he should rescue the two junior brothers.
Then the old man hit him on the head.
"Why are you standing there? Didn't you see that your uncle is hungry? Go and pull out a few more!"
"ah!"
Wu Dalong stared blankly, then realized that the uncle the old man mentioned was most likely Junior Brother Nandao.
"oh."
As Wu Dalong said that, he put down the hammer and went to pull cabbage from the vegetable field by the stream above.
"No, these few are enough." Nan Dao looked at Wu Dalong and said with some embarrassment.
Wu Dalong stopped and looked back at his master. The old man said with a smile: "Okay, senior brother, if you don't eat enough, just go ahead and pull it out."
"Okay." Nan Dao seemed extremely concise and concise when facing this crazy old man.
The old man turned around and left with a smile.
The three of them stood on the road, looking at each other.
Wu Dalong sighed, looked at Le Chaotian holding Xiaobaicai and said, "Be careful next time...it's best to take Junior Brother Nan with you."
Le Chaotian smiled and said, "Okay."
Wu Dalong did not leave, but took the small cabbage from Le Chaotian's hand.
"I'm going to wash the dishes. How are you going to eat, junior brother?"
“Hot hotpot!”
Le Chaotian said firmly.
"good."
Wu Dalong took Xiao Baicai to the back of the courtyard.
So after tonight, several brothers from the Tianya Sword Sect gained their freedom because of Nandao.
The hot pot is not rich.
It was in the small building where Nan Dao stayed last night.
Most of the iron weapons from Tianya Sword Sect were used by Wu Dalong to forge swords. This hot pot was bought and hidden by Le Chaotian down the mountain some time ago.
The three of them sat around the hot pot, with the autumn wind blowing in the mountain night, and the blue flames on the pieces of charcoal at the bottom of the hot pot kept shaking.
There is a sharp top in the middle of the hot pot. Because the hot pot Le Chaotian bought is not a new one, it has a yellowish color due to the smoke. There are only some aged vermicelli that Wu Dalong found somewhere in the pot ring, and some are sprinkled on it. Paprika, cooked until sizzling.
Le Chaotian was not willing to add chili pepper to it at first.
However, the three of them rummaged through Jianzong and couldn't find any other seasonings. Chili peppers were already extremely valuable, so they could only watch with resentment as Wu Dalong sprinkled the chili peppers in with a smile.
The cabbage has been washed and set aside.
Although Le Chaotian was not happy with those floating chili peppers, such a cabbage and vermicelli hot pot meal was extremely rare in the mountains.
It’s rarer than meat with some game in it.
So he grabbed the chopsticks impatiently, picked up a large handful of cabbage, and pressed it down. Then he sat cross-legged next to him, holding the chopsticks with both hands horizontally, huddled in front of his chest, while licking his lips, eyes glaring. Staring brightly at the heat that was constantly escaping from the pot.
"It smells good. It smells good."
Le Chaotian muttered something.
Without even saying the third word, he put his chopsticks in, picked up a piece of hot cabbage, raised it above his head, tilted his head and stuffed it into his mouth.
Maybe it was because it was too hot and spicy, but the autumn breeze filled the building with the sound of Le Chaotian's tongue turning the cabbage with saliva.
Wu Dalong swallowed.
How can this kid eat so well?
Looking towards Nandao, the boy holding the umbrella also looked puzzled.
A piece of cabbage dipped only in chili powder, Le Chaotian felt like it was a delicious dish.
Then he put down his chopsticks with a red face but was extremely satisfied, licked the soup on his lips, and Le Chaotian stared at the two of them blankly.
"This, isn't this right? Why don't you eat it?"
Wu Dalong smiled and said, "I was scared by you."
"Hahaha." Le Chaotian smiled happily, picked up the chopsticks and reached into the hot pot.
"Cabbage and vermicelli hot pot is the best hot pot in the world."
Le Chaotian spoke vaguely.
Nan Dao and Wu Dalong seemed to be infected by Le Chaotian and joined the battlefield.
Unfortunately, in the afternoon, there wasn't much wine left that Lu Xiaoxiao brought, and the three of them just drank a little.
But it can also be said that I am having fun.
After blanching the cabbage, the three of them began to destroy the vermicelli again.
Extremely satisfying to eat.
Although practitioners do not need to eat.
But the appetite and appetite should still be satisfied.
Wu Dalong wiped his mouth, looked at Le Chaotian who was sitting on the corridor outside the building, and said with a smile: "You should tell a story next."
Le Chaotian sat on the corridor holding his sword, blowing the autumn wind and said, "Yes."
Wu Dalong and Nan Dao also sat out.
The autumn wind is all over the mountain, and there are endless fallen leaves.
"The story begins here."
"It was a winter in the north." Le Chaotian said with a smile. "It snowed so heavily that we were all locked up in the mountains, so we huddled in the room, warming the fire and simmering hot pot. There was nothing to eat, so we could only eat vermicelli. Cabbage. Listening to the howling wind and snow outside, I ate cabbage hot pot for many days."
Le Chaotian said this briefly without saying anything more.
Wu Dalong was stunned and asked: "What happened next?"
Le Chaotian lowered his head, flicked the sword in his arms, and said with a soft smile: "No more."
"..."
The shirtless man and the boy holding an umbrella in the autumn wind were speechless.
"What kind of story is this?" Wu Dalong said.
"That was when I was a teenager, maybe eleven, maybe ten, or younger. I don't remember much." Le Chaotian said with a smile, "This is indeed not a very good story, but it's just A picture in my memory - howling wind and snow, a house full of fire, and a steaming hot pot."
"It's a very simple thing, but it has made me remember it for many years. Maybe this is the magnificent power of time?" Le Chaotian said with a smile.
"Then who are we you are talking about?" Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian and asked.
"We are who we are, it can be me and others, or it can be me and my senior brothers." Le Chaotian said while looking at Nandao. "The words "we" in this story are not important. What is important is me and the hot pot in my memory."
Nan Dao still couldn't understand, but Wu Dalong, a thirty-five-year-old man, finally reacted, patted Le Chaotian on the shoulder and said with a smile: "That is indeed a very good thing."
Le Chaotian smiled softly.
The three of them enjoyed the autumn wind in the corridor of the small building for a long time.
"Senior brother's cabbage is not easy to grow." Le Chaotian stood up with a smile, hung the gourd and sword on his waist, and walked downstairs, "Let's have another meal in the winter."
"Okay." Wu Dalong said with a smile.
Le Chaotian walked downstairs, while Wu Dalong and Nan Dao packed up the remains of the hot pot.
Junior brother naturally has the benefits of being a junior brother.
Then the sound of playing swords came from the path downstairs, as well as the lyrics of a young man with a gentle voice singing.
"The reeds are all over Tingzhou, and there are shallow streams in the cold sand. Twenty years have passed since the south tower. The boat under the willow is still not stable. It will last a few days, and it will be Mid-Autumn Festival again."
Nan Dao walked outside the building holding a rag and stuck his head out.
Le Chaotian was playing the sword and singing as he walked.
"The yellow crane cuts off the head of the river. Are our old friends still here? The old mountains and rivers are full of new worries."
When Nan Dao saw Le Chaotian, he seemed to know that he was watching. He raised his head and looked upstairs with a smile.
"I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out to be different. I was a young man traveling."
Le Chaotian put down his sword, and the sword and gourd made a crisp collision sound, like the end.
"Senior brother, see you tomorrow."
Le Chaotian said with a smile, lowered his head and walked towards his small building.
Nan Dao held the rag and looked at Le Chaotian with a smile and said, "Okay."
This junior brother is really a wonderful person.
Nan Dao thought so.
...
Nan Dao had a dream that night.
I dreamed that many years later, I was sitting in a snowstorm with some strangers, eating hot pot.
Still cabbage vermicelli.
I seemed to be enjoying myself very much.
It seemed that I was very melancholy after eating.
Maybe it’s because there’s missing a junior brother who is holding the chopsticks tightly and waiting for the cabbage to be boiled with bright eyes?
So Nan Dao left his seat and heard someone singing in the wind and snow.
Lu Ye Man Ting Chau......
When Nan Dao woke up leaning against the guardrail on the second floor, he felt a little melancholy.
The sky is already very clear.
Lu Xiaoxiao and Le Chaotian were sitting by the road downstairs, probably discussing the small building in the canyon.
Wu Dalong should go do other things.
Nan Dao walked down holding an umbrella.
Then I heard Le Chaotian giving Lu Xiaozhi his request.
"It is necessary to have a spacious pavilion with wind coming from all directions. You can also make some movable doors. You can sit there and play the piano on weekdays. You can also close the door when it is windy and snowy, and happily light up the stove and heat the hot pot."
"Why do you suddenly think of hot pot?"
"Because we were eating cabbage hotpot last night."
"!" Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Le Chaotian and Nan Dao sadly.
"You guys are eating hot pot without calling me?"
Le Chaotian smiled and patted his head and said, "Sorry, I forgot last night. I must remember to call senior sister next time. If senior sister doesn't come, none of us will use chopsticks."
"If you forget, I will tell the old man that you secretly eat cabbage." Lu Xiaoxiao said angrily.
"Hahaha, Master has already said that we can eat cabbage as we like."
Just kidding, the freedom brought by the South Island is certainly not false.
"..."
Lu Xiaoxiao talked to Le Chaotian for a while, and then pulled Nan Dao towards Luofeng Canyon.
The three of them planned at the entrance of the valley for a long time before Wu Dalong came up with many things.
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong began to work on the foundation. Nan Dao and Le Chaotian began to follow Wu Dalong's request, using their swords to cut the fir trees brought back yesterday, preparing to make some of the most important beams and columns.
In the middle, the old man also climbed up the canyon and hesitantly. Looking at the four people who were busy, he probably wanted to think about how to let the senior brother do such a thing. He just opened his mouth and looked at the four people who were busy there happily. Nan Dao and Le Chaotian didn't say anything. They just picked up some unwanted branches and walked back.
Wu Dalong asked curiously: "Master, what are you going to do with this?"
"This is the place where senior brother will live. I wonder if these branches will be rare treasures in the future. Take them back and trim them. Maybe they can be used as swords."
"..."
The four of them fell silent.
So he lowered his head and kept busy silently.
After finishing the fir trees, Nan Dao went on to cut down the trees.
Le Chaotian was not idle this time. He followed Nan Dao out of the canyon, found a rather thick beech tree in the mountains, and took it back to deal with it.
This tree is naturally the main beam of the entire small building.
In the afternoon, Lu Xiaoxiao went back to the Little White Sword Sect, and Wu Dalong also had some trivial matters to deal with with the Sword Sect, such as going back to help the old man cut the branches into sword shapes, so he also left Luofeng Canyon.
Nan Dao and Le Chaotian still stayed above, getting some wood needed for the small building.
The two of them knew nothing about it, so they could only do such simple things according to Wu Dalong's request.
The foundation of the small building has been laid.
Just wait for some materials to be prepared and let the omnipotent Wu Dalong build it.
Le Chaotian wandered around the foundation of the small building again.
Nan Dao, who was holding his sword and blowing the wind to refine his sword intention, opened his eyes and looked at Le Chaotian, a little curious about what he was doing.
"Junior brother, what are you looking at?"
"I was thinking that just a small building standing at the mouth of the valley seemed a bit monotonous, so I thought about planting some trees."
Nan Dao stood up holding an umbrella, and followed Le Chaotian as he looked at the mouth of the valley for a long time. It was indeed like this.
"Junior brother, what kind of trees are you planning to plant?"
Le Chaotian turned back and looked in the direction of Xiaobai Jianzong.
"The osmanthus tree at Senior Sister Lu's place?" Le Chaotian held his chin and said, then shook his head, "No, it's too delicate."
Nan Dao thought of the huge peach tree of the Human Sword Sect.
It's just a peach tree that has been in bloom for a thousand years, and there is only one peach tree in the world.
What's more, it belongs to the Human Sword Sect, who dares to take it?
But Le Chaotian was also thinking about himself and said: "Peach trees are fine. I want a very lush and tall peach tree with peach blossoms blooming all day long."
"..." Nan Dao was speechless.
Could Le Chaotian have really set his sights on the most famous peach tree in the world?
But Nandao suddenly remembered another peach tree.
Beside the big lake in Tianshangzhen, where the grass is like fireflies, a peach tree suddenly appeared.
It is also very big and has flowers all the time.
Cao Weiying is definitely much easier to talk to than Cong Ren.
After all, I know him better.
Unfortunately, I no longer know how to enter that town.
I don’t know if Cao Weiying is still in Nanyi City.
In the past two nights in Nandao, I tried to enter Tianshang Town, and even tried to shout that shameful sentence - I want to go to Laogou Town.
It's just a pity that since Chen He left, he has never gone in again.
The two thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out what kind of tree they should plant, so they shelved the idea for the time being.
Le Chaotian was a bit lazy in everything he did as a junior disciple, but he was very diligent in practicing swordsmanship.
Junior brother, of course you have to be diligent in your cultivation.
Otherwise, the senior brothers would not pamper this laziness in other ways.
While Nan Dao was still thinking about it, Le Chaotian had already gone to the canyon with his sword hanging on his waist.
The gourd silk hanging on the maple tree at the mouth of the valley kept swaying in the wind passing through the gorge.
Like a large orange bell.
Occasionally when it is blown askew by the wind, maybe the mountain breeze will also play some tunes, but it will make the gourd whine gracefully.
Nan Dao tempered his sword intent at the mouth of the valley for a while, and then went to the canyon amidst the whining sounds that sounded from time to time.
Holding the Peach Blossom Sword, he accurately pierced dozens of fallen leaves in the countless mountain winds that passed through the gorge.
Le Chaotian then stopped and stood aside with his sword in hand, watching Nan Dao's gesture of drawing the sword very seriously.
"Senior brother also needs to practice?"
Le Chaotian asked with a smile when Nan Dao stopped.
Nan Dao nodded, looked at the nearly fifty fallen leaves on the sword, and said slowly: "I haven't learned this sword yet."
Le Chaotian looked at the layers of fallen leaves on Nandao's sword, and then at the few sparse leaves on his own sword, and smiled helplessly: "It seems that this sword has a great reputation in the world, otherwise senior brother's sword It’s already so fast, it’s not like I can’t get started yet.”
Nan Dao put his sword against the umbrella frame as usual, wiped away the fallen leaves, and said softly: "Yes, because this is the basic sword style of Mojian Ya."
It can also be said to be the basic sword style in the human world.
However, by the standards of the human world, passing through fifty fallen leaves with one sword without any sword intent can be regarded as an extremely exquisite swordsmanship.
Mojianya comes from the human world and goes up to the sky.
Naturally, it represents higher requirements.
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows, then squinted at the dusk in the world and said with a smile: "So it's such a good sword."
Nan Dao also chuckled softly.
Thinking about what Qiu Xier looked like when he taught me.
"of course."
Not just swords.
It can also be a person.
The sword wind in the gorge rises again.
The gourd silk in Taniguchi was blown by the wind, making a whining sound.
