When the news from the northern mountain reached the southern mountain, it was already September 21, 1003 in the Gale Calendar.
The mountains seemed a little more yellow in the dusk.
When Wu Dalong came back from helping people at the foot of the mountain, he looked up and saw Lu Xiaoxiao washing clothes for the five little ones under the Xiaobai Waterfall. So he went over and sat by the pool and hesitated for a long time, until Lu Xiaoxiao's clothes were gone. She stopped washing and just stared at him, and then she brought up the matter with Lu Xiao.
"Senior Brother Zhang lost."
This sentence at the beginning is a bit confusing.
But Lu Xiaoxiao figured out who Wu Dalong was talking about from Wu Dalong's somewhat heavy words. He lowered his head and rubbed his clothes, and after a long silence, he said, "Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu?"
Lu Xiaoxiao seemed to ask knowingly, but Wu Dalong still repeated it.
"Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu."
"Who said that? Why did he lose? Who did he lose to? Didn't it mean that he had left Nanyi City a long time ago?"
"People from the Tingfeng Sword Sect." Wu Dalong scratched his head and said, "Anyway, when I came back, I passed by their Tingfeng Creek and saw a lot of people around there. I also ran over to see what happened recently. Nothing happened."
Lu Xiaoxiao was not curious about this. Wu Dalong supported the Tianya Sword Sect alone and would often go there to inquire about some news about the world in order to make some money from it.
"What did they say?"
Wu Dalong thought for a while and said: "They were already halfway through their speech when I went there, so I only heard a little bit..."
While the thirty-five-year-old man was still chattering, Lu Xiaoxiao had already picked up a small stone and threw it over.
"Cut the nonsense."
So the old man honestly talked about the scene at that time——
There were many people gathered around the stream in Qiu Shan, walking down the stream. Some were sword cultivators carrying swords on their backs, and some were from nearby villages and towns at the foot of the mountain.
Wu Dalong walked along the old trees beside the stream whose leaves turned into bright yellow.
There is an old wooden bridge in the stream, and a man is sitting cross-legged on it, listening to the news brought back by the sword cultivators of Fengjian Sect.
"Senior Brother Zhang sat alone in Shanhe Town with his sword in hand for several months. Perhaps out of fear of the strength of this genius sword cultivator in the world, no one came down from Shanhe Watch for months."
"So on the early morning of September 16th, Senior Brother dressed in white clothes and snow, raised his sword and went straight to the Mountain and River Temple. Standing in front of the gate, he held his sword and saluted three times, and then said loudly: "The Human Sword Sect, swordsman Zhang Xiaoyu, special Come to the meditation and ask questions, and please feel free to give me some advice from fellow Taoists!'"
"However, in this world-famous mountain and river temple, there are many people standing behind the gate, but no one dares to answer. Senior Brother Zhang knocked on the door three times, but still no one dared to respond, which makes him a little annoyed."
"Then the Mountain and River Sword behind him unsheathed loudly, and the sword fell straight down like a star river, cutting open the gate. After the dust settled, the man in white clothes stood under the autumn sun, looked at the Taoists in the temple with a sneer, and said - —”
"You guys are retreating but not retreating and not fighting. What do you mean?"
"At this time, the whole temple was silent. After a long time, a young Taoist, Li Shi, the number one in the Taoist sect of Shanhe Temple, sighed, raised his palms in the temple and saluted again, and then faced the battle with sadness."
"After half a breath, he was driven back by Senior Brother Zhang with a sword."
"Senior Brother Zhang left in waning spirits and said: 'The Taoist sects in the world have not been prosperous for a long time.'"
.......
Lu Xiaoxiao listened to Wu Dalong's description, looked at him suspiciously and said, "Isn't this a win?"
Wu Dalong sighed and said: "Although Senior Fengyin said this, everyone here saw him sitting on the wooden bridge and was already bursting into tears with grief."
Of course a story is a story.
So the sword cultivator with white hair on the temples sat cross-legged on the stream bridge, amidst the flying yellow leaves of the stream, telling the most youthful stories, but showing the saddest emotions.
Of course Zhang Xiaoyu lost, and he should have lost miserably.
Otherwise, the Wind Sword Sect, a sword cultivating place that always likes to inquire about human news and listen to people in Lingnan, would not even want to tell the real story.
The clear pool under the Xiaobai Waterfall was very silent, and the autumn wind was blowing. Lu Xiaoxiao raised his head and looked towards the north.
Unfortunately, there are mountains to the north.
So nothing can be seen.
"Senior Brother Zhang lost to Dao Sect Li Shi..." Lu Xiaoxiao said softly, "So this means that Jian Zong lost to Dao Sect?"
Wu Dalong smiled bitterly and said: "How do I know so much? Maybe they do have this idea? After all, that is Senior Brother Zhang."
Zhang Xiaoyu's name is naturally extremely famous in Nanyi City and Lingnan Sword Sect.
This young man in white from the north, as the only young man in white who has learned the Cong Blade Half-Move Cause and Effect Sword, is naturally recognized as a senior by the entire Lingnan.
But the senior brother went to the north and lost to Shanheguan Li Shi.
For the entire Lingnan Sword Sect, this is naturally a hard fact to accept.
However, Lingnan did not, as Cheng Lu thought, first write off Zhang Xiaoyu's identity as a swordsman - maybe because Zhang Xiaoyu learned swordsmanship in Nanyi City, maybe because Lingnan Sword Sect has never been proud. .
So they would rather make up a nice story.
Lu Xiaoxiao lowered his head, rubbing his clothes with some discomfort in his heart, just like what Wu Dalong said, that was Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhang of their Lingnan Sword Sect.
But soon Lu Xiaoxiao thought of another question.
"Junior brother... do you want to tell him?"
Wu Dalong shook his head in distress and said: "I don't know. I mainly listen to you. The relationship between junior brother and senior brother Zhang seems to be very complicated. I don't know whether to tell him this news - maybe he will be very happy. , maybe he will be sad?"
Lu Xiaoxiao was still hesitating, but the two of them suddenly heard a very calm voice coming from above the waterfall.
"I would be devastated."
When the two heard this voice, they felt that something was wrong. They raised their heads and saw a young man carrying two swords on his back and holding a black umbrella standing on the edge of the cliff where the waterfall fell from above in the dusk, looking calmly. To the horizon.
Lu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, thinking about the scene he saw in the wind and snow at the top of Nanyi City, and asked with some hesitation: "Why?"
Nan Dao looked back at the sword behind him and said calmly: "Because I am also a sword cultivator."
The two people beside the pool were startled for a moment before they realized that the sadness Nan Dao was talking about had nothing to do with Zhang Xiaoyu.
It's only related to the identity of that sword cultivator.
"But this does not mean that Jian Zong has lost to Dao Sect." Nan Dao squatted down on the edge of the cliff and said while looking at the water on the cliff, "Zhang Xiaoyu can't do it, and Mr."
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong didn't know who the boy's husband was.
But from such sentences, it is not difficult to guess who Nan Dao wants to talk about.
Mojian Cliff, Qiuxier.
A small Dao realm has already mastered the sword intention, and he has traveled thousands of miles to practice swordsmanship.
But the world doesn't think it's weird.
Because of course Mojianya's sword will always be faster and higher than the world's swords.
It's just that these words are still just ordinary things.
Lu Xiaoxiao always felt that there was still something unfinished in Nan Dao's words.
What else should there be?
Lu Xiaoxiao looked expectantly at the young man on the cliff.
"If you can't do it, sir." Nan Dao stood up and looked higher up the waterfall. "And I."
Lu Xiaoxiao's eyes were instantly filled with brilliance, not twilight, but richer and more dazzling than twilight.
The same thing happened to the boy in her eyes.
When did he say such a thing?
Lu Xiaoxiao thought so.
Of course Nan Dao always says this.
It's just that most of the time, it's always sad and sad, so those words are naturally drowned.
Maybe it's because he became a senior brother.
The two people beside the pool were thinking wildly, and a voice came from above.
"Brother, have you finished reading?"
It is the sound of joy.
Wu Dalong then looked at Nan Dao curiously and asked, "Why are junior brothers here?"
In the past few days, Nan Dao and Le Chaotian have been testing swords in Luofeng Canyon. Don't tell me, this thing that Le Chaotian came up with is quite interesting. Wu Dalong and the others also participated in it several times with their five little ones. Big melee.
Including the old man, five people on each side, across the river... and across the canyon skylight, we had several five-on-five fair competitions.
In fact, it's not too fair. After all, the old man only cares about the swords that he left without returning them. He is a pure fisherman.
However, it also caused Nan Dao to suffer a lot - the ultimate sword test method of pressing the line that he was proud of, fell behind after being harassed by Lu Xiaoxiao and Lu Xiaoer from Le Chaotian's side. , and for a time there was a situation where he was suppressed and beaten by Le Chaotian.
Faced with this situation, Nan Dao could only look at the old man fishing on the sidelines and shouting to his senior brother to come on, with a look of helplessness on his face.
What pig-nosed fellow Taoists are you?
Nan Dao lowered his head to look at the clear waterfall and said slowly: "When I heard my senior sister mention this waterfall earlier, I thought there was something wrong with it. Now that I thought about it, I wanted to take a look."
Lu Xiaoxiao then remembered that he had mentioned to Nan Dao once that he had caught a cold after practicing swordplay under the waterfall.
"It seems to be just a little cold. Junior brother, do you think there is any problem?" Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the young man above and asked.
Nan Dao shook his head and said, "I don't know. Junior Brother Le and I are still studying it. I'll go up there and take a look first."
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong nodded.
It wasn't until the boy left in the forest that Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other in confusion.
Who knows Nandao will just appear here.
Lu Xiaoxiao lowered his head and continued rubbing his clothes.
"Do you think Junior Brother is really sad or fake?"
"Why do you care so much?"
"..."
...
Nan Dao held an umbrella and walked to the converging streams above in the dusk.
Le Chaotian was standing by the stream, holding his chin and looking at the water. The scabbard on his waist was hanging with the cucurbit silk, and the Butterfly Love Flower was stuck in the stream.
Nan Dao walked over. Le Chaotian turned back and looked at Nan Dao with a smile and said, "What were the senior brothers talking about just now?"
Nan Dao shook his head and said calmly: "I didn't say anything, just chatted a few words."
Le Chaotian looked at the stream that was made up of many small streams and said softly: "Actually, I heard a little bit."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Then you still ask?"
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Because I want to hear my senior brother say it again. If Zhang Xiaoyu can't do it, there will be sir. If Mr. can't do it, there will be me."
"..."
Le Chaotian just looked at Nan Dao with a smile.
But the young man immediately changed the story.
"What are you doing with your sword in here?"
Le Chaotian smoothly pulled out the sword and said, "I want to see if there are any fish in the water."
"Fish?" Nan Dao asked strangely, "What does this have to do with fish?"
"Of course there is." Although the voice of this young man with a gourd silk hanging around his waist was gentle, his expression was beaming. He held the sword in his hand and said happily, "If there are fish, then You can take it back and bake it."
I just fucking eat eat eat eat eat.
Nandao: "..."
Le Chaotian looked at the sword in his hand and let out a sigh.
Nan Dao turned around and looked over.
I could see that the mottled butterfly love flower in Le Chaotian's hand was exuding waves of chill.
Autumn rain is of course chilly.
Especially after another rain this morning.
But it wouldn't make Le Chaotian's sword start to feel cold.
What's more, Lu Xiaoxiao was still washing clothes downstream. If it was really ice water, the senior sister would have asked Wu Dalong to wash it.
Le Chaotian smiled when he saw those chills, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Now can I learn from my senior brother's fine snow?"
Le Chaotian is obsessed with the sword Xixue in South Island.
Nan Dao didn't answer. He pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword from behind and tapped the Dielian Flower lightly.
There seemed to be some breaking sounds.
The two of them looked at the bottom of the sword together. In the twilight light, there seemed to be a lot of dust-like things floating down.
Those were the fine pieces of ice that were shattered by the strikes of the two swords.
Le Chaotian stopped joking at this time. He looked at those things and asked, "What is this?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, put the Peach Blossom Sword back into its sheath, and walked along the clear stream.
"Sword Intent."
Le Chaotian stood by the stream, quietly watching the young man's back holding an umbrella and leaving, but he laughed and said, "Senior brother."
"?"
"This is good."
Nan Dao looked back at Le Chaotian, wondering what he meant.
Le Chaotian looked up at the glow in the sky, smiled softly, and said: "The scene where senior brother turned around gracefully just now is very good. As a sword cultivator, it is natural for people to raise their heads. There is also the senior brother's sentence that was full of questions but also understated. 'Um?'."
As Le Chaotian spoke, he put the sword back into the scabbard on his waist, clapped his hands and said with a smile, "This one is even more wonderful."
Nan Dao sighed, ignored Le Chaotian and continued to walk forward.
Le Chaotian smiled and followed.
"where are we going?"
Nan Dao looked deeper into the mountains and forests and said, "Go and have a look at the end of the stream."
Le Chaotian was probably still thinking about some weird things, but he didn't say anything else. He just flicked the gourd on his waist and walked forward with Nan Dao.
The stream of Xiaobai Waterfall and the stream of Tianya Sword Sect naturally do not flow in the same direction, so they go upward in different directions. The two of them walked all the way up through the mountains and forests. It seemed that they had gone a long way, but then they Walked out at another very unfamiliar cliff.
This side is extremely open, much higher than the Luofeng Canyon side. Looking to the right of the cliff, you can see the walls on both sides of the canyon, as well as the small cliff with the tombstones. Continue Looking down, you can still see a bright red color on the side of Tianya Sword Sect's Little Brothel and Xiaobai Sword Sect - the waterfall falls between Xiaobai Sword Sect and Tianya Sword Sect. The stream goes up, but it goes to such an extremely high and far mountain ridge. !
Most of the mountains in Fengqiling are not very high, but there are some that are higher, nearly a thousand feet high.
Maybe not here.
However, some drifting clouds and mist can also be vaguely seen.
Nan Dao stood on the edge of the cliff, a little shocked and silent at the same time.
Twilight is everywhere in the world, and the rays of light are flowing into the sea of clouds.
Naturally, such scenery will not leave anyone silent.
What makes Nandao silent is that the clear stream that followed all the way still has no end.
In other words, there is no end.
Nandao originally thought it would be around the top of the mountain, but it slowly turned into a trickle until it was buried under some fallen leaves or rocks.
Or maybe there will be a clear spring gushing out, sending out those streams.
but none.
The clear stream that gurgled downwards went up against the current and made a big detour in the Fengqiling Mountains. After reaching this cliff, it continued forward and fell on the edge of the cliff.
Then it was blown away among the green mountains by the evening wind.
Le Chaotian obviously noticed this scene and said with a strange expression: "A stream without a source?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Maybe."
Then he held an umbrella and squatted down by the cliff stream. He pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword from behind and stretched it towards the stream that was falling downwards.
The streams that were blown by the evening wind from the mountains scattered into mist and fell to the world. When they fell on the blue-black peach blossom sword, there was a faint sound of the sword.
Nan Dao seemed to understand something. He stood up and looked back at the clear stream. Many sword intentions rushed out from the divine sea and attached to the Peach Blossom Sword. Then he let go and let it fall into the stream.
The moment the sword touched the stream.
The cliff is full of sword wind.
The three swords were ringing in unison.
Le Chaotian took a few steps back, and the sound of Die Lianhua's sword fell down. Nan Dao still stood by the stream, letting Parrot Island sing softly, and just quietly looked at the straight sword in the stream. Peach Blossom Sword inserted.
The stream is full of drizzle, with countless small ripples and some jumping water drops, as if there are many small fish cooling the water.
What kind of fish are there in such a stream?
Naturally, it is the fish with sword intent.
The Manxi Sword Intent was awakened when the Peach Blossom Sword with the Nandao Sword Intent fell into the stream.
The sword wind on the cliff continued. When Le Chaotian, who originally took a few steps back, saw the scenes around the Peach Blossom Sword, he raised his sleeves to block the wind and walked back towards the stream.
As for Dielianhua.
It can bark if it likes.
The two looked at those sword intentions, looked at each other, and remained silent in perfect agreement.
Then they looked up to the sky together.
Under the twilight sky, there is a sea of clouds disturbed by the sword wind, and there are high cliffs with clear streams gurgling.
"Could it be that the water from the great river really comes from the sky?"
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said while pressing the sword on his waist.
Although there is just a clear stream here.
But if there is a clear stream, it does not necessarily mean that there cannot be a big river.
Nan Dao didn't speak, but quietly pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword from the stream.
The sword wind all over the cliff stopped, and the disturbed clouds and mist gathered again, still surrounding the cliff, as if they were covering up some old past events.
Le Chaotian seemed to no longer pay attention to those things, and walked towards the edge of the cliff. He stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands on his hips and looked at all the people under the mountain with a smile.
Just like Youhuang Mountains and Xiaoqingshan are both mountains, but they have completely different scenery.
Both the spiritual world and the secular world are both human beings, but they are also different.
They can stand taller and go further.
Then I saw an even more magnificent scenery.
