But magnificent is never an absolute word.
How to look at it is often the decision of the people themselves.
Le Chaotian stood for a long time, but found that there seemed to be no movement in the South Island behind him. When he turned around, he saw this young senior brother holding an umbrella, looking at the sword in his hand, standing in the twilight of the stream with a surprised expression.
"Senior brother?"
Le Chaotian turned around and walked towards Nan Dao. The gourd on his waist collided with the sword. Perhaps the sound woke Nan Dao up. The young man holding the umbrella raised his head and smiled before Le Chaotian could speak again. Said: "Nothing, I was just in a trance."
"Oh." Le Chaotian also followed Nan Dao's example and drew out his sword and thrust it into the stream.
Unfortunately nothing happened.
Nan Dao glanced at him and said, "Junior brother, you don't have sword intention yet, so naturally you can't make this clear stream come alive."
Le Chaotian laughed again for some reason. He pulled out his sword and shook the water off the sword. He laughed for a long time before saying, "This movable type is very useful."
Just now when Nan Dao inserted the Peach Blossom Sword with sword intent into the stream, the sword intent leaped all over the stream, and the cliffs were stirred by wind and clouds. It really seemed as if it had come alive.
Nan Dao did not say that everything in the world is not dead.
He felt that he had not reached that state yet.
So he just returned the sword to its sheath and said, "I'm just glad that those sword intentions didn't really leave Qingxi."
Le Chaotian thought about it at this time and found that it was indeed the case. If the sword intention of Manxi was really coming towards the two of them, in this case, he and Nan Dao would probably suffer a lot.
Thinking about it, Le Chaotian still restlessly held the sword and wandered around the stream. The stream was clear and shallow, with many light white pebbles at the bottom. The pleats shone in the dusk, and the water rippled. I don't know where it came from. From the beginning, it was divided into two directions, one going downwards and the other heading towards the cliff.
If it hadn't been for the sword falling from Nandao just now, no matter how you look at it, this would be just a quiet stream.
"Maybe there is a spring hidden down here?"
Le Chaotian held his chin and said.
Nan Dao didn't reply. Le Chaotian looked back and saw that Nan Dao was already carrying his sword and starting to return along the original path.
"Senior brother is not looking for you anymore?" Le Chaotian asked.
Nan Dao turned to look at Qingxi beside him and said softly: "I'm not looking for you anymore."
"Why?" Le Chaotian followed.
Nan Dao slowly walked down the cliff with his sword on his back under the umbrella, and said softly: "What if it really comes from the sky?"
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "It does seem to make sense. If it really comes from the sky, we naturally have nothing to do. If it doesn't come from the sky, it is the Manxi Sword Intent just now. Maybe it will find the end, which one Senior Daxiu is refining his sword in seclusion, so he will be fine after being beaten, but he might even lose his life."
Nan Dao didn't speak, just walked in front holding an umbrella.
Le Chaotian looked at the sword on Nan Dao's back, and then thought of Manxi's sword intention just now, but he said with a smile: "Senior brother, when can I have sword intention?"
Nan Dao looked back and saw that Le Chaotian's sword was still hanging on his waist and the gourd silk. He looked like a scholar who picked up a sword by the roadside, not like a swordsman at all.
If the junior brother can't do it, then it must be the senior brother's fault.
So Nan Dao remembered that he had forgotten about the sword intention. He looked at Le Chaotian with some guilt and said, "I will teach you when I get back."
"Okay." Le Chaotian still smiled slightly.
There was no desire at all, as if that was the way it should be, he was just taking advantage of the situation.
Nan Dao always felt a little strange, but he couldn't explain it, so he turned his head, looked at the road under his feet, and asked: "Where do you plan to go after your sword is completed?"
Le Chaotian looked up at the sky from behind, and said with a smile: "What happens after the sword is completed, we will talk about it after the sword is completed. Where are you, senior brother?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "We will talk about it after the sword is completed."
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Junior brother, what are you laughing at?"
Le Chaotian laughed for a while, then stopped laughing, and stopped by the mountain stream. He looked at Nan Dao seriously and said, "Senior Brother, what does Jian Cheng mean?"
When Nan Dao heard this question, he thought deeply and also stopped.
Twilight in the human world and high mountains.
The two stopped at the mountainside. It might be higher or lower. People in the mountain probably couldn't see clearly.
It may be heading up the mountain, or it may be heading down the mountain, and the person who stopped is not sure.
So what is Jiancheng? Nan Dao suddenly became suspicious.
This is a question that I have never thought about before.
When he concentrated his sword intent, he raised his head and glanced at the sky under the umbrella.
Does that count as sword success?
Nan Dao doesn’t know.
So he stopped by the mountain stream for a long time, and Le Chaotian stood aside quietly, looking at Nandao without saying anything.
After a long time, Nan Dao said softly and uncertainly: "Maybe it's satisfying?"
Le Chaotian stopped looking at Nandao, looked up at the evening clouds in the sky, and said with a smile: "Perhaps it is true that the sword is perfect. In the world of swordsmen, if you can pick up two taels of cold light with one sword, you are already the best in the world. If you can still If you want to move forward, you can only enter Taoism and practice, but not everyone can get straight to the point. Just like Mojian Cliff, everything is there, but there is no way out. So in fact, being able to see mountains and rivers is of course extremely lucky. If everything goes well, I will be contented with just one third of the human world."
Nan Dao continued walking down and said softly: "What junior brother said today is different from that day."
Le Chaotian smiled and said, "What's the difference?"
Nan Dao said slowly: "Everything is going well. We are just fighting for three points. What if everything is in trouble?"
Le Chaotian smiled softly and did not answer. He just said: "It's getting late and it might rain. Let's go back quickly."
Nan Dao didn't ask any more questions.
The two of them headed in the direction they came from.
When passing through a certain deep forest, still walking by the stream, Nandao suddenly felt a little moist in the air.
Looking up, the cliff covered by clouds and mist is above the sky, and it seems extremely far away.
Le Chaotian also raised his head and looked up at the sky, but he seemed to not see anything. He curiously asked Nan Dao: "What are you looking at, senior brother?"
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Can't you see the cliff we were on before?"
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "Cliff?"
Nan Dao fell silent, said nothing more, turned around and walked away in the direction he came from.
He probably understood why Lu Xiaoxiao and the others had never mentioned the source of the Xiaobai Waterfall.
.....
It started to rain when the two of them were walking halfway. Nan Dao was holding an umbrella, so he was naturally not afraid. He just looked back and saw that Le Chaotian behind him was still walking slowly behind with Hu Lusi in his arms.
Although a lot of rainwater in the mountains and forests was blocked by leaves, some still fell and dripped on Le Chaotian's body.
It's a pity that this junior brother doesn't seem to care about these things, he just looks up at the sky, as if looking at something.
"What are you looking at?"
Nan Dao asked with some confusion.
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Senior brother said that he was holding an umbrella to protect the world from the wind and snow..." Le Chaotian lowered his head and looked at Nandao.
"I want to see where the snow is."
Where is the wind and snow? Where is the wind and snow?
Nan Dao smiled bitterly, turned around, and ignored him, walking on his own, and said: "The wind and snow are on the other side of the mountains and the sea."
"There is nothing but wind and snow on the other side of the mountains and the sea?"
Le Chaotian asked looking at Nan Dao's back.
Nan Dao thought to himself, what are you asking about? I just said it casually. It seems that there is something on the other side of the mountain and the sea.
So he didn't answer and went straight away. Maybe if he got caught in the rain, this junior brother would be more restrained.
It’s better to concentrate on making music and enjoy music.
Nan Dao thought so.
Until we almost returned to Luofeng Canyon, the rain had not stopped yet, but was getting heavier and heavier.
Nan Dao wanted to bring Le Chaotian in.
It was a pity that this junior brother was a head taller than me. He hid under an umbrella and felt uncomfortable again, so he walked alone in the rain.
It would be cool if he could have some wine, but unfortunately he would only take a sip if he had wine. What's more, the thing hanging on his waist is not a wine sword, but just a cucurbit silk.
But there was no wine, so Le Chaotian also picked up the cucurbit flute and followed Nan Dao step by step, blowing randomly in the rain.
Nan Dao took back his words in the middle of the song, "It's better to concentrate on making music."
Returning to the small building at the entrance of the canyon, Le Chao Tian put down the gourd on his waist, walked upstairs in a wet manner, sat down cross-legged on the corridor, held his sword, and looked at the melancholy figure who was still downstairs. Nan Dao said very seriously: "Senior brother, it's time to teach me how to possess sword intent."
Nan Dao walked up holding an umbrella and looked at the puddle of autumn rain under Le Chaotian, feeling infinitely silent.
Fortunately, there was a strong autumn wind at the entrance of the canyon, and even if it was really wet, a few evening breezes after the rain stopped would leave nothing behind.
"Junior brother, what do you think is meaning?"
"Ideas." There was still a curtain of autumn rain hanging on Le Chaotian's eyebrows. Although it was dripping, he answered Nan Dao's question very seriously.
"Yes." Nan Dao said softly, and took out the sword from behind. The sword still didn't have a scabbard. It was still wrapped in some rags. Nan Dao looked at the sword quietly. Then those fragile restraints were untied, and the sword light filled the building in an instant, "The sword intention is the thought of holding the sword."
"My husband taught me this."
"So when you don't have the thought of holding a sword in your heart, even a piece of rag can safely wrap such a sword with cold light in it."
Nan Dao said softly, raising his hand to touch the sword body of Yiaozhou Island, and countless sword intentions in the divine sea fell on the sword body.
Then the autumn rain that filled the building with the wind was suddenly cut off by those swords and fell sparsely to the ground.
"But when you have the thought of holding a sword in your heart, nothing can stop it, so the sword can only be unsheathed."
The autumn rain hanging on Le Chaotian's eyebrows was also driven away by the sword intention. The sword wind filled the building, which was very cool. He looked at the young senior brother sitting opposite and the sword in his lap surrounded by the sword wind.
"So this is the sword's intention?"
"This is the sword's intention." Nan Dao said calmly, "To be precise, the sword's intention is an invisible thing, just like the killing intention."
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what are those transparent fish we saw?"
"That is the trajectory of the heaven and earth's vitality condensed by the sword's will."
That's why sword intent needs to be cultivated in the vitality of heaven and earth.
Le Chaotian laughed softly and said: "It seems that what Jian Zong cultivates is indeed idealism."
Nan Dao heard this word for the first time, and was stunned for a moment. He had forgotten what he had said to Le Chaotian just now, and subconsciously asked: "What is idealism? Isn't this what Taoism is like?" ?”
Le Chaotian turned to look at the curtain of autumn rain outside the building, and said with a smile: "This is a difficult problem to describe. It is probably the difference between thinking about everything and everything that can be thought about. Taoism follows a materialist route. "
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "I don't understand, but doesn't the Sword Sect's cultivation method come from the Taoist sect?"
Le Chaotian thought for a while and said: "That is indeed the case, but the method of sword intention is not."
The way of sword intention comes from Mojian Cliff. Of course Nan Dao knows that. Qiu Xi'er told him about it when she taught him how to learn the sword.
But it turns out that sword intent and practice are two different things.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "It seems like you don't need my teaching."
Le Chaotian chuckled softly and said: "I have heard some sayings. Sword cultivation is naturally the same as cultivation. It needs someone to lead me in. I always need my senior brother to tell me how to condense the first ray of sword intent."
Nan Dao sighed softly, thinking about what Le Chaotian said that thinking is everything, and said slowly: "Just thinking."
"think?"
"When you hold a sword in your hand, you also have a sword in your heart, so the thought comes. The thought is stored in the vitality of heaven and earth, and then the sword intention comes."
"How can I have a sword in my heart?"
Nan Dao tilted his head and thought for a long time, then looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Look at the sky?"
Le Chaotian chuckled and said, "Don't look."
"Why?"
"It's too far. It needs to be closer."
Nan Dao thought sadly, then looked at the sword on Le Chaotian's waist and said, "No, look at me?"
Le Chaotian laughed, and the remaining water droplets on his brows were shaken off.
"What do you want me to do, senior brother? Do you want me to kill senior brother?"
"Think about all the people who hit you when you played a tune?"
"I'm too lazy to argue with them."
Nan Dao sighed, turned to look outside the building, and said, "How about taking a look at the green mountains and the human world?"
Le Chaotian thought about it seriously for a long time, and then said: "It seems okay."
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian curiously and asked, "Why is it okay to just look at the human world?"
"The world is good, the world is wonderful, the world is croaking!" Le Chaotian chuckled and stood up holding his sword.
I looked at it three feet and leaned against the railing, so the autumn rain all over my body fell on the unsheathed Dielian flower in my hand.
Nan Dao looked at the junior brother standing on the railing in front of him in surprise, and suddenly felt that there was something fierce about this junior brother who was always smiling.
Nan Dao stood up with some disbelief holding Yingyingzhou in his hand, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Junior brother has been found?"
Le Chaotian smiled and said, "I found it."
Nan Dao stood there in a daze.
Things like sword intent naturally have nothing to do with cultivation talent.
It is the intention to hold the sword and the intention to kill.
In the autumn rain all over the mountain, a mottled sword with dull light was unsheathed, and there was a weak sword intention flowing on the sword body.
This is the most initial thought. When it leaves the sea of the gods, it will be tempered by the vitality.
Nan Dao looked at the Butterfly Love Flower for a long time, and then looked at the young man who was looking at the sword in his hand with a smile.
"Junior brother should be more than just beaten."
Le Chaotian raised his hand and put the sword into its sheath, and said with a smile: "Yes, some people hit me, some people want to kill me, some can be ignored, some can't."
"Is it just because junior brother plays the music so well?"
"Just because of that."
"So if everything is difficult?"
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "If everything is difficult, then just strive for ten points."
"Didn't you say that three points means you are undefeated?"
"Invincible by three points." Le Chaotian's expression calmed down, his voice was still gentle, like a young man wandering around a small town, but the meaning of his words was not gentle, on the contrary, it was extremely sharp, just like the sword in his hand.
"Ten points is freedom."
Nan Dao stood quietly by the railing of the small building holding an umbrella, listening to the not gentle sound of the autumn rain. He thought for a long time and said slowly: "Junior brother was once a Taoist, but I remember the Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox." There is a sentence in it..."
Before Nan Dao finished speaking, Le Chaotian had already taken over the words.
"My husband doesn't fight, so no one in the world can fight with him."
The junior brother, who was a head taller than the boy, turned to look at him with a smile.
"So I came to learn the sword."
All logic is self-consistent here.
It seems a little unreasonable.
But Nan Dao didn't say any more.
After all, the sword cultivator is really unreasonable.
So he turned his head and continued to look at Qiu Yu, then he laughed and said, "Yes."
Le Chaotian also smiled and said: "Of course, senior brother."
The autumn rain gradually calmed down at this time.
There was a sound of footsteps coming down the mountain road.
The two of them turned around to look, but it was Lu Xiaoxiao who was holding an umbrella and holding a food box.
Lu Xiaoxiao walked up to the entrance of the valley and looked at the two people standing on the small building leaning on the railing. He was stunned for a moment and said, "What are you doing?"
Nan Dao glanced at Le Chaotian who was standing aside, then turned back and said, "Of course it's to see the rain. What are you doing here, senior sister?"
Lu Xiaoxiao lifted the food box in his hand and said, "Senior Brother Wu went down the mountain this morning to help carry the coffin. The master sent a big hen. I stewed it all afternoon and brought some to you two."
"Okay!" Le Chaotian said with a smile and words of exclamation. "Sister, that's great!"
Lu Xiaoxiao came up with a food box, squatted down next to the two of them, and opened the food box. Inside was chicken soup stewed with a layer of butter, and some stewed chicken.
"I want to eat chicken drumsticks." Le Chaotian hung the sword on his waist, leaned over, and took a fancy to the chicken drumstick inside.
"..."
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoxiao were silent at the same time.
Le Chaotian looked at Nan Dao and said sincerely: "Although you are younger than me, senior brother, senior brother,"
Before Le Chaotian finished speaking, the hand that had previously held the sword had already grabbed the chicken leg, put it in front of his nose, sniffed it contentedly, and then took a hard bite.
The small building was filled with Le Chaotian's vague words.
"Junior brother should eat chicken legs!"
I want to eat hot pot, I want to eat grilled fish, I want to eat chicken legs.
I'm a junior brother, and I'm going to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Le Chaotian eating chicken legs. For some reason, they always felt that he seemed very strange today.
Maybe it's happiness, maybe it's something else.
But after all, such things are not a bad thing.
At least Nan Dao was indeed kept busy by Le Chaotian.
I even forgot the story I heard in the afternoon.
