Nanyi City at the foot of Fengqi Ridge.
Chen Huaifeng is also a person who listens to the wind.
It's just that this young man who once had wind in his arms and dreams in his heart has already turned into a thirty-two-year-old man.
The old man walked to the top of Nanyi City when dusk had just begun to rise in the sky. Carrying his senior sword with the words "Ying Ying" scrawled on it, he quietly looked at the miasma in the south.
Not long after the war ended, the entire Yunmeng Daze was shrouded in heavy fog again. A junior brother once went to that Daze and walked along the old roads among the green mountains. However, it was full of ancient The poisonous miasma is the sword's will to protect the body. If it is forced to cross the big swamp, it will cause considerable damage.
So when those wandering sword cultivators arrived, they just scolded their mother happily in Nanyi City for a few days, and then left in anger.
But Chen Huaifeng stood at the top of the city with his sword behind his back, not to look for some more feeling of despair - on the long street of Nanyi City behind him, there was an older man drinking wine and a gentleman with a solemn expression, who were approaching here. Come.
"I thought you would go to the north of the city."
The Prime Minister took a sip of wine, walked to Chen Huaifeng, and handed the wine bottle to him.
Chen Huaifeng, who has always liked to keep in good health, seems to be less and less resistant to drinking, so when the minister asked for it, he took a sip, and the sound of the wine falling into his stomach seemed to have a particularly charming sloshing feeling.
"It's just listening to the wind. It's the same wherever you listen." As Chen Huaifeng said, he nodded towards Mr. Ming next to the Prime Minister, "Mr. Ming."
Mr. Ming smiled slightly, while the minister on the side glanced sideways at Chen Huaifeng.
Chen Huaifeng smiled and returned the jug to the Prime Minister, but he refused to give it to him.
The prime minister could only say dullly: "What? You stopped keeping in good health and started drinking?"
Chen Huaifeng turned around and looked at the mist in the distance, and said, "It doesn't matter if you take a few sips in your spare time."
After hearing this, the prime minister was no longer depressed. He leaned against the wall and looked at the sky. While drinking wine, he said: "I thought so at the beginning, so one sip today, one sip tomorrow, and then one drink today." One pot tomorrow.”
Chen Huaifeng said with a smile: "That's because Dean, your years are too long, a thousand years, just thinking about it makes me feel panicked for a long time. I, Chen Huaifeng, really don't want to live that long."
"Don't you learn from your master?" Qing Xiang looked at Chen Huaifeng curiously.
This Sword Sect disciple who was already thirty-two years old but still felt that a thousand years was too long just laughed softly and said, "If you don't learn from him, he is a junior brother and I am a senior brother."
Cong Zhongxiao didn't have many disciples back then, except for Kamigawa Qiushui who were not true disciples. Among the Sword Sect back then, Cong Ren was indeed the junior disciple.
"Senior brother, if you have to worry about your junior brother's affairs while you are still alive, you will inevitably be too tired. It is not good to live for too long."
Chen Huaifeng looked at Dusk with a smile and said.
Maybe that's why.
The next generation of sect masters of the Human Sword Sect will always be junior disciples.
Cong Zhongxiao was the youngest disciple of Xieqiao back then.
Hu Lu is also the youngest disciple of Cong Renxian.
The senior brother is too old and will die from exhaustion, but the junior brother is still young and is suitable to carry the banner of Sword Sect and continue to move forward far.
"That's really a pity." Qing Xiang said with some regret, "Although when you were in the courtyard, you said all the time that I would die early if I drank, but I still want to be with you in a few hundred years. You talked about drinking."
Chen Huaifeng couldn't help but smile and said: "Maybe there won't be so many taboos after I die. Dean, just bring 10,000 bottles of wine and I will drink it for you."
"Tsk, tsk, that's such a waste. Who would bring so much wine to the grave?"
The prime minister said with regret.
After listening to the two talking here for a long time, even the somewhat serious Mr. Ming started laughing.
So when Mr. Ming laughed, Chen Huaifeng fell silent.
If this was a gathering of three friends, obviously this situation would be extremely awkward.
But the three of them are not exactly friends.
A lonely person like Mr. Ming probably has no friends. Many of Qing Xiang's friends are dead, except Cong Ren.
Chen Huaifeng is a junior with excellent talent.
The three of them came to the city to hear the news.
Many winds coming from the north.
Then there was the autumn wind coming from the north where the leaves had fallen and turned yellow.
"Zhang Xiaoyu lost, Chen Huaifeng, as a senior brother, do you feel guilty?" Qing Xiang looked at Chen Huaifeng seriously and asked.
Chen Huaifeng stood quietly in the wind, thought for a long time, and said: "There will be many, but I didn't stand so high at the time. I am just a senior brother in the small Dao realm. I am not only responsible for Junior Brother Zhang, but also for many Junior Brother Responsible - he has touched too many cards, and I don’t know where the sword will fall when it is fully formed."
Chen Huaifeng did not say that even if he did not choose to watch from the tomb mountain at that time, he would not be Gongzi Wubei's opponent.
Unless he uses that sword in advance, it is a sword designed by the Tiangong Department of Huaidu City, powered by the river water of Nanyi City, and equipped with the sword intention of the Divine River.
But at that time, Chen Huaifeng didn't know what kind of thing it was, let alone leaving it in Nanyi City. This was unimaginable anxiety.
Is this a sword?
That day, the entire Nanyi City was like a stretched crossbow.
This is an arrow.
But that sword shot at the Styx man, and that arrow shot into Chen Huaifeng's heart.
It reminded him of many of his wrong judgments.
So it became a deep guilt.
The Prime Minister and Mr. Ming could naturally feel Chen Huaifeng's emotions, so they just sighed and said nothing.
"Who would have thought that junior brother's goal has always been just to see mountains and rivers."
He said nothing.
Chen Huaifeng didn't ask anything carefully.
The three of them stood quietly at the head of the city in the evening breeze, especially Mr. Ming, who had been at the head of the city that day, feeling extremely emotional.
"Since Zhang Xiaoyu lost, now is indeed a good time."
Chen Huaifeng glanced at Mr. Ming on the side and asked, "Junior brother told you a lot of things that day?"
Mr. Ming said softly: "Of course not, it's just some things that onlookers can naturally see clearly - I kept thinking later on whether it was because I was at the top of the city that Zhang Xiaoyu's sword was so decisive. "
Chen Huaifeng turned around and faced north like the Prime Minister, leaning against the city wall.
"We don't know whether the view of mountains and rivers is right or wrong." Chen Huaifeng said softly, and then shamelessly extended his hand to the Prime Minister on the side.
The prime minister was speechless for a long time, but he handed over the wine bottle and muttered: "You have saved so much money to buy several houses in Nanyi City. Remember to buy wine yourself next time."
Chen Huaifeng smiled and took a sip of wine. The liquid passed through his throat and swayed in his stomach.
Charming indeed!
With this thought in mind, Chen Huaifeng returned the jug to the Prime Minister and walked towards the city.
"Since junior brother has made this choice, as a senior brother, I naturally have to help. It's just that the Human Sword Sect can only stay silent about this kind of thing, so I have to trouble the dean and Mr. Ming."
"I have a house in the east of the city. I have a lot of money hidden in it. Dean, you can take some away."
Chen Huaifeng chuckled and turned to look at the Prime Minister.
"It can be used as part of the renovation funds for the second Xuansheyuan in Huai'an."
When he said such words, the prime minister found him more charming than anything else.
The late autumn wind, evening mountain clouds, and dusk moon are all worth mentioning in front of such a generous Chen Gouqi, no, Senior Brother Chen.
Even the wine in the pot is the same.
...
"Junior brother, I have good news!"
After a trip to the Little White Sword Sect and vividly telling Lu Xiaoxiao about the three hundred thousand Qingjia who were beaten to a bloody head, Wu Dalong still felt that it was not enough, so he happily ran up the Luofeng Canyon.
After a while, Nan Dao, who was planning to practice his sword in the canyon before dusk fell, finished listening to the story and looked at Wu Dalong with a strange expression.
Wu Dalong knew something was wrong as soon as he saw this expression.
Haha, he said, "Well, I won't bother you. I'm leaving first."
He turned around and ran down the mountain road just like Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan.
Le Chaotian, who was resting under the maple tree and playing cucurbit flute, looked at Wu Dalong's leaving figure, then looked at Nan Dao, who was standing in the canyon with a sword and a strange look on his face, and asked with a curious smile: "Brother, what's wrong? , do you really know that Beitai guy?"
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella for a while holding his sword, nodded, and continued to wear Luo Ye again.
"It was."
Nan Dao said it very plainly.
When Le Chaotian heard these words, he became energetic, hung the cucurbit silk on his waist, and then ran to the vicinity of the South Island with his sword in his arms. He looked at the young senior brother holding an umbrella and wearing fallen leaves in the evening wind, smiling. Said: "Tell me?"
However, Nan Dao suddenly turned around and stabbed Le Chaotian with a sword. This sudden sword strike shocked Le Chaotian. Fortunately, the sword did not really fall, but just stopped in front of him, and the umbrella-holder holding the sword The young man just stood in the dusk and looked at him quietly.
Le Chaotian thought to himself, is there really a big story about turning against each other and stealing love?
When Le Chaotian was thinking this, Nan Dao chuckled softly, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Are you thinking about the hateful story behind it that makes friends become once again?"
"......Is not it?"
Nan Dao smiled and took back his sword, stood under the umbrella, and looked at the sparse dusk outside the long canyon.
"Although you can have those bad street stories, you really don't have this one." Nan Dao smiled while recalling some of Kasuga's stories, but raised his sword again.
"tell me the story."
Le Chaotian sat in the chaotic flying red where the evening breeze and sword wind met, looking at Nandao expectantly.
Nan Dao looked at the fiery red maple leaves on the sword and said softly: "It's a short and juvenile story."
Youth can be a noun or an adjective.
The two teenagers met in the rain, then had some lazy socializing, drank a drink that symbolized leisure, and then basked in the soft spring afternoon sun and planned some wonderful stories.
Until the parents of one of the teenagers broke the legs of both of them.
Nan Dao told the story very easily.
Le Chaotian, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help laughing while holding the sword in his arms when he heard the story of wearing flowers that was planned seriously but interrupted in a hurry.
"Hahaha, this is too much like two little kids planning to steal the watermelon from their neighbor's field. But before they could succeed, they were dragged back and beaten by their family members. Hahahaha, senior brother, have you ever been so stupid before? "
Nan Dao didn't care about Le Chaotian's words. He was indeed stupid in that story, and he sounded stupid.
"There's just something about it that's not going as well as it should."
The last time Nan Dao thought about the word unsatisfactory, it was during the snowstorm in Nanyi City.
It was sad and sad at that time.
It's a lot calmer now.
I probably also understand some of the reasons why everything is not inevitable.
"So did you kill Hua Wuxi in the end?" Le Chaotian paid attention to this issue.
The meaning on the sword in Nan Dao's hand suddenly appeared, and the sword passed through the canyon and stopped not far away.
The sword is covered with fallen maples, I don't know how many there are.
"Kill." Nan Dao looked at the maple leaves on the sword, which looked like many red flowers. The sword used to be covered with white flowers, maybe stained with blood. Nan Dao said calmly and calmly, "Kill two times, the first time he used some witchcraft to come back to life, but the second time he probably won’t survive.”
If you can live with this, then there is no point in holding this umbrella by yourself.
Le Chaotian also looked at the maple leaves on the sword and said softly: "Senior brother's sword intention seems to be much sharper, but he is still upset?"
Nan Dao put his sword against the umbrella rib and slid it from the end to the tip. The sound of the sword was heard all over the canyon. Many leaves fell on the ground, and were blown by the wind and rolled out of the canyon.
"It should be settled, but I sometimes think about it." Nan Dao raised his hand and accurately put the Peach Blossom Sword into its sheath, and then stood silently in the canyon.
Le Chaotian waited for a long time, but did not wait for Nan Dao's next sentence, so he urged: "What are you thinking about?"
Nan Dao thought for a while, then tilted his head and looked at Dusk with doubt.
"If I hadn't argued with him over things and called him a dog because of some young boy's angry thoughts at the beginning, there wouldn't have been these unpleasant stories later."
When Le Chaotian heard this, he laughed and said, "Who knows?"
Le Chaotian may have thought that Nan Dao regretted fighting with others.
But Nan Dao was just thinking about the story after letting go of the umbrella that day.
The wind and snow are strong, and the swords are shining all over the fields.
Many people died.
Not just those from Huangliang.
A place like Nanyi City, with a radius of ten miles, would naturally not be empty of people.
When Nan Dao thought of this, he stopped thinking about it.
He held an umbrella and walked towards the outside of the canyon until he reached the small building outside the canyon. Unfortunately, there was still no senior sister that Le Chaotian mentioned was standing in the falling maple, waiting for Nan Dao to come over and watch the dusk together.
Le Chaotian should have forgotten his idle remarks long ago, and was just blowing the gourd silk and wandering outside the building.
"Is Huaidu really that strong?" Nan Dao once again mentioned the original story.
Le Chaotian blew for a while and said with a smile: "Why, are you worried about your former short-lived boy friend?"
Nan Dao shook his head and said, "I'm just curious."
Nan Dao has never seen the appearance of 300,000 Qingjia, and does not know what their origin is, but it should be very difficult to make many Lingnan Sword Cultivators and people in Nanyi City feel resentful about their rebellion. Unusual.
Le Chaotian smiled and said: "Although I don't know much about things over there, there has always been a saying in the world."
"What?"
"Sophora japonica can overwhelm half of the cultivation world."
Nan Dao turned to look at Le Chaotian, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't believe it."
Le Chaotian tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Then, guess why the great cultivators in the world have to pay respect to the human world first before fighting?"
Nan Dao fell silent.
"Because of Kamigawa?"
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "There are some factors, but there are many other reasons, such as Huaidu Tiangong Division, Tianjing and many other reasons."
Naturally, Nan Dao of Tian Prison knew about it, but based on the useless performance of Tian Prison in Nanyi City, he never believed how strong this force was. What is the Tiangong Division?
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "What is Tiangong Division?"
"The prototype of the Tiangong Division was first formed during the period of Li Asan, the Empress of Huai'an. It was a division that conducted a series of studies based on worldly mathematics and miscellaneous knowledge. As the name suggests, the Tiangong Division means ingenious work." Le Chaotian was very happy. He said in amazement.
"That is the entire human world, the pinnacle of the secular world!"
"Is it that exaggerated?" Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian suspiciously.
Le Chaotian laughed softly and said: "You have to know that 300,000 Qingjia came from Qingtian Road, which is in the green mountains near Huaidu. 300,000 Qingjia were beaten to a bloody head. They didn't even You didn’t even fart, what do you think?”
Nan Dao had never seen the sword that was used behind the Tonggui Monument when Chen Huaifeng used Bai Fengyu's half-curtain wind and rain in the snowy Nanyi City.
Using the entire Nanyi City as a crossbow and the force of the flowing water as a string, he could strike with one sword and it would be unstoppable.
It was the creation of the Tiangong Division thousands of years ago.
Everything is based on the book left by Li Queyi.
Nan Dao looked up to the north, and then said softly: "It seems that the world is much higher than I thought."
"That's natural." Le Chaotian said with a smile and walked towards the small building, maybe because he wanted to play the erhu.
However, Nan Dao suddenly remembered something and looked at Le Chaotian's back with some difficulty. It was not until he was about to enter the small building that Nan Dao said coquettishly: "Junior brother, can you write?"
"?"
Le Chaotian turned around with a confused look on his face, looking at the confused boy scratching his head under the umbrella.
"Yes, what are you going to do?"
"I...want to write a letter to my husband. After all, I have been staying in Lingnan for so many days..."
Le Chaotian looked at Nandao suspiciously for a long time, and then said: "Brother, why don't you write it yourself? Are you illiterate?"
"No!"
Nan Dao said decisively.
"Absolutely not, junior brother, my handwriting is just too ugly, that's all!"
Le Chaotian looked at Nan Dao up and down, and then his eyes fell on the peach blossom sword behind Nan Dao.
The writing was very sloppy, and I could only barely make out the word "peach blossom".
Le Chaotian looked carefully for a long time this time before finally discovering it.
Is the word "peach blossom" missing?
Le Chaotian probably understood something, and while holding back his laughter, he nodded and said, "Okay, I believe it."
It’s not that I know it, it’s that I believe it.
It means a lot. It means a lot.
Nan Dao can naturally hear this perfunctory meaning.
But he still forced himself to pretend not to hear it, and said with a sullen face: "Then please help me write it down, junior brother."
"Ok, no problem."
Le Chaotian walked upstairs.
There is a lot of wanton laughter in the wind blowing from the canyon to the world.
