In late autumn, nothing in Lingnan really withers.
It's just that the temperature in the entire mountain range is slowly decreasing.
Le Chaotian walked into the canyon and sat down under the maple tree next to Nandao.
Lu Xiaoer was having a real man battle with Lu Xiaosan at the sword testing place over there.
Of course, no matter how many fallen leaves they wear, it is actually meaningless to the two of them.
They have no vitality streams to unlock.
That's why it's called a real men's fight. The leaves fell all over the ground and no one cared about it. The two of them went back and forth holding swords and entangled each other.
It's just that Lu Xiaoer finally got the better of him and knocked Lu Xiaosan's sword away with a single stroke of his sword.
He stood there very handsomely, his long sword pointed downwards, pointing diagonally at the dusk.
"Junior brother, I win."
The tone was very flat and very pretentious.
Lu Xiaosan was so angry that he couldn't win, so he picked up the sword with a groan and ran to Nandao and Le Chaotian.
"Uncle Master's butt is healed?" Lu Xiaosan asked, seeming to be very concerned.
Le Chaotian felt that this boy must have evil intentions, after all, he had been running to the small building to mock him.
So I just nodded.
Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said, "Now that Uncle Master is well, when will he give away money again?"
Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "Go and convince your master first, and ask her not to pull my ears, and I will let go."
Lu Xiaosan: "..."
Lu Xiaoer also walked over with his sword in hand and bowed uprightly to Nan Dao and Le Chaotian.
"Good afternoon, uncle."
Nan Dao's sword intent dispersed, and the floating Parrot Island around him fell down to his knees. He looked at Lu Xiaoer and asked, "Should we be able to see the mountains this winter?"
Lu Xiaoer himself was not sure, so he thought for a moment and said, "I don't know."
But he asked curiously: "How long did it take for Uncle Master to see the mountain?"
Nan Dao held his swords on his knees, looking at Lu Xiaoer with a smile in the autumn wind of fallen leaves flying all over the gorge, and said: "When I open the door, there is a mountain."
This is probably the most pretentious thing in the world.
Qingyi was not able to open the door to the mountain.
Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan both looked at this uncle who was holding an umbrella in shock.
Lu Xiaoxiao and the others have never told these things, so naturally they don't know.
When they heard Nan Dao say it in such an understatement, they were all shocked beyond measure.
If Le Chaotian said such things, Lu Xiaoer and the others would naturally not believe it. After all, Le Chaotian talked nonsense all day long.
But this is what Nan Dao said.
Lu Xiaoer was shocked for a long time before he finally calmed down. Through the attitude of master and others towards this uncle in the past, he was finally able to understand a little bit.
“It turns out that this is what Lingnan’s hope means.”
Lu Xiaosan nodded in agreement.
The two of them looked at Le Chaotian aside.
"Where's Uncle Musician?"
Le Chaotian tilted his head and looked at the dusk, thought for a long time, and said, "I forgot."
The two young boys naturally didn't believe it.
After all, there was already a mountain in front of the South Island. It was difficult for Le Chaotian to say anything more shocking, so he simply said he had forgotten it.
The little boy thought this, and then looked at Le Chaotian with a smile.
Perhaps it was the smiles of the two young boys that irritated the uncle who made the music.
Le Chaotian pulled out his Dielianhua with a loud sound, placed it across his knees like Nan Dao, looked at the two teenagers with a smile and said, "I remembered."
"How long?" Lu Xiaosan asked expectantly.
Le Chaotian chuckled: "I am the mountain."
The gorge was filled with silence, and the late autumn wind blew the fallen leaves away lightly.
As soon as these words came out, Nan Dao on the side turned to look at Le Chaotian under the tree.
Le Chaotian looked at Nan Dao and said, "Senior brother, what do you want me to do?"
Nan Dao turned around with a smile and said, "It's nothing."
After being stunned for a while, the two young boys realized that this kind of thing was naturally bragging.
Seeing the mountain is like seeing the road.
Le Chaotian's words are basically equivalent to saying that I am the great road.
"Forget it, people who make music still like to talk nonsense."
Le Chaotian became a tuner again.
And it was Lu Xiaosan who said it.
Le Chaotian looked at the two young boys who were about to leave and said, "Why do you believe it when senior brother says it, but you don't believe it when I say it?"
Lu Xiaoer turned around and looked at the young uncle under the umbrella with brilliance in his eyes, and said very proudly: "Because uncle is the hope of Lingnan, are you, uncle musician?"
Le Chaotian thought for a while and said: "Then I am indeed not, but I feel that I am the hope of the world."
Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan turned around and left.
No more nostalgia.
Le Chaotian sat under the maple tree, watching the two young boys leaving in the twilight falling above the canyon, and couldn't help but chuckle.
After laughing for a long time, he saw Nan Dao looking at him.
"Junior brother, are you serious?"
Le Chaotian smiled and shrugged and said: "Of course it's fake. No one deserves to be called the hope of the world. The hope of the world can only be in the entire world."
This sentence is exactly the same as what Nandao said to Lu Xiaoer that day.
The hope in the world is only in this world.
The hope of Lingnan lies only in Lingnan.
External objects cannot be inevitable.
So everything is within oneself.
Nan Dao was still thinking, but Le Chaotian mentioned another thing.
"I heard from Lu Xiaosan that there have been some rumors in the world recently."
"Wind?"
Nan Dao turned to look at Le Chaotian, wondering what he meant.
"It's probably a story that happened in Nanyi City. Lu Xiaoxiao wasn't allowed to tell us what he happened to hear." Le Chaotian looked at the rich orange light in the canyon, thinking about what Lu Xiaosan said - but It was suddenly clear who the mole was who had informed Cheng Lu that day when Nan Dao woke up.
It turns out to be your boy.
Le Chaotian smiled softly and continued:
"The story is that in April, a young man killed countless Huangliang people with a sword near Yunmengze. However, when he returned to Nanyi City, he was killed by a disciple of Shanhe Temple named Zhang Xiaoyu. .On top of the city, the disciple also said something——"
“There is no need to explain things to the world when we act with a view of mountains and rivers.”
Le Chaotian imitated Lu Xiaosan, Lu Xiaosan imitated Lu Xiaoxiao, Wu Dalong imitated Ting Feng Yin, and I don't know who imitated Zhang Xiaoyu's words that day.
Nan Dao listened silently.
Le Chaotian continued: "Listen to them, if it were before, if such a thing happened, those people from the Sword Sect would naturally not believe it, but it happened that Zhang Xiaoyu went up the mountain with his sword, but lost to the Taoist Sect. As a result, the Sword Sect began to deny Zhang Xiaoyu’s identity as a member of the Sword Sect. This story happened to spread during this period, so some people in Lingnan began to refuse to recognize Zhang Xiaoyu as a disciple of the Sword Sect. identity."
So Zhang Xiaoyu naturally became a member of the Taoist sect and had nothing to do with the Sword Sect.
As Le Chaotian spoke, he looked at Nandao and said, "Senior brother should be the young man beside Daze in the story."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and then said calmly: "Yes."
"It seems like Shanhe View is really annoying!" Le Chaotian said with a soft smile.
"Shanhe Guan is yes." Nan Dao calmed down and said softly, "But senior brother is not."
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows, looked at Nan Dao and said, "You almost died with that sword, senior brother."
"Yes, but no."
Nan Dao put it succinctly.
He almost died, but his senior brother didn't.
Senior brother, if it’s not, it’s not.
This is something that does not need to be explained to others.
Le Chaotian also saw what Nan Dao meant, stood up with a smile, walked in the dusk, and said: "If a senior brother is good, then he is not. Senior brother, do you believe in your senior brother so much?"
"Um."
"So, senior brother." Le Chaotian turned around and looked at Nandao with a gentle smile. "Can I trust senior brother in the same way that senior brother trusts senior brother?"
"..."
Nan Dao was speechless for a while.
This sentence is indeed a bit confusing.
I don't know what was going through Le Chaotian's mind to speak like this. If Le Chaotian knew what Nan Dao was thinking, he would definitely feel unjust to death. It was clearly you who played the word game first.
When Le Chaotian saw that Nan Dao was silent and did not answer, he walked out feeling a little disappointed.
Until we were almost at the mouth of the valley.
The young man's voice came from the silent canyon.
"Can."
Le Chaotian smiled and said, "Okay."
Didn't ask why.
If it’s not senior brother, then it’s not.
If you are a senior brother, you are a senior brother.
...
The entire Lingnan knew that Nandao was located in Tianya Jianzong.
But no one asked, no one looked.
It's like he doesn't exist, just let him stay quietly in the mountains.
But the mountain on earth remains motionless.
Listening to the wind stream collects news from all over the world, and there are also many news blowing to the world from here.
Ximen is also considered a celebrity in Lingnan.
Although there are many swordsmen in the world, there are not many swordsmen in the world of cultivation. Ever since Mojian Cliff crushed Hangu Temple, swords have also surpassed some strange weapons.
Ximen is rare.
What's more, he and Cheng Lu had a battle on Fengqiling.
In that battle, Cheng Lu, who underestimated the enemy, had a strand of hair chopped off.
So when Ximen was walking in the dusk with a broken knife on his back and stepping on the fallen leaves by the stream, the sword cultivators naturally moved out of the way.
Tingfeng Yin, who was telling people stories on the wooden bridge, smiled softly and looked at Ximen Wudao who was walking towards here. He said to the people on the side: "Today's story will end here, and we will pick up the next one tomorrow."
So all the sword cultivators left with regret.
Ximen didn't pay attention, just walked forward with the knife on his back, and then sat down by the stream.
Although Ting Feng Yin has not entered the latter three realms, he is still a senior after all, so Ximen did not go up the bridge, but just sat by the stream under the bridge.
"Master Ximen came to Lingshang for something?"
Tingfengyin sat with his sword in the stream wind, looked at Ximen with a smile and asked.
Simon didn't speak or raise his head, he just looked at the yellow leaves falling from the trees on both sides of the stream.
Ximen didn't find it strange that Ting Feng Yin called him "Sir". Ting Feng Jian sent people to inquire about the world's news, and the replacement of Heavenly Prison in Nanyi City, which was just around the corner, was not a secret.
It has been almost seven months since Ximen took over the Heavenly Prison of Nanyi City.
Even in some small towns in the world, anyone who meets Ximen will call him Sir Ximen.
Simon is strange.
Nan Dao was not dead, and was in Fengqi Ridge. However, for more than six months, no news came out from the mountains.
Could it be that the entire Fengqiling could really keep everyone secretive?
So Ximen sat by the stream, looked at the clear stream, looked at the fallen leaves, listened to the autumn wind in the mountains, and thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.
So he raised his head, looked at Ting Feng Yin, and asked sincerely: "How did Lingnan manage to hide such news for so long?"
Ting Fengyin smiled softly and said, "What news is Master Ximen talking about?"
Ximen did not beat around the bush and said calmly: "The matter about Nandao in Fengqiling."
Ting Fengyin chuckled, pulled out the sword from behind, and picked up a leaf on the edge of the small bridge in front of him.
"Who is Nan Dao?"
Ximen quietly looked at the sword in the hand of this swordsman with white hair on the temples, but not that old. The sword was three feet long, and the range of the sword was only three feet in front of Ting Feng Yin. But sometimes, You can pick things further away.
Ximen looked back at the knife behind his back.
This sword has been broken for a long time and has never been recast, so it is very short.
There is also some phlegm in Ximen's lungs. This is the hidden wound left by Shanhe's finger, which has not healed yet.
So the seven realms and six realms are not important.
"Senior has been sitting by the stream listening to the wind for decades. It's impossible that he wouldn't know who Nan Dao is." Ximen said softly.
"I really don't know." Ting Fengyin said sincerely, "If I tell even half a lie, I would rather not enter the Dao for the rest of my life."
Ximen looked up to the sky and sighed, but he didn't have the nerve to say that seniors can't enter the avenue.
It's one thing to laugh at yourself, but it means another thing to others.
Ximen sat silently by the stream, the dusk was flowing in the sky, the mountain breeze was roaring, and someone on the bridge was still carrying fallen leaves.
After a long time, Ximen said softly: "I thought the Lingnan Sword Sect wouldn't be as tough as it is now after 70,000 sword cultivators died."
Ting Fengyin said calmly: "Even if 70,000 people die in Lingnan, there will still be 10,000 people after all. What's more, 70,000 people have died in Lingnan. We must be tougher and give some face to the world. .”
Ximen said softly: "What if I don't give it?"
Ting Fengyin laughed and looked at Ximen quietly.
"If the world doesn't give Lingnan face, Jianzong won't give the world face."
Simon fell silent again.
The sword sect that Feng Yin mentioned was naturally not the Lingnan sword sect, but the sword sect in the entire human world.
All swordsmen in the world.
"I once suspected that the reason why Lingnan's 80,000 sword cultivators came down from the mountain was for this matter."
Simon said softly.
When Ting Fengyin heard these words, he looked solemn for a moment. The long sword left his hand and floated around him, and the sword wind filled the river.
"Please Sir Ximen take back these words."
Ximen raised his head and looked outside the stream. Lingnan was much deserted than before. He was silent for a while and said apologetically: "I made a mistake."
The sword wind in the river gradually dissipated, and the sword that listened to the wind fell back into the hand again.
"The Lingnan Sword Sect came down the mountain just for Nanyi City, Lord Ximen."
"Yes."
“Since Lingnan has something to lose, there must always be something to gain.”
"So senior has admitted that Nandao is on the mountain?" Ximen looked at Tingfeng Yin quietly.
Tingfeng Yin just said calmly: "What I said is our reputation in the world."
"Is this sophistry?"
"Just the facts."
Ximen was speechless.
But when he faced such a thing, there was really no doubt about it.
When those Huangliang witches and ghosts approached Nanyi City, the entire Lingnan blocked Nanyi City.
They were the ones who stood till the end.
If the Jian Zong in the world is not in Nanyi City, then the sentence that the Jian Zong does not give face to the world can only be heard.
But the Human Sword Sect is in Nanyi City, and that sentence is the biggest constraint of Heaven Prison.
After sitting silently by the stream for a long time, Ximen stood up with a knife on his back, looked at Tingfeng Yin on the bridge, and said softly: "Seniors, of course, have the facts of seniors, but not only seniors have it - Heavenly Prison is ordered by His Majesty, It is also true to arrest the disciples of the Twelfth Floor of the World. Lingnan can hide them and say nothing, but the Heavenly Prison will find them on their own."
Ximen turned around and headed down the mountain.
"Of course it's serious not to give Jianzong face."
"But I won't give your Majesty face."
"will die."
Ting Feng Yin didn't say anything, but Heng Jian sat calmly on the creek bridge.
...
Le Chaotian was upstairs leaning on the railing and blowing in the wind. It was not until night fell that he sat down, took off the gourd silk from his waist, and blew while laughing.
Probably because I laughed so hard, it sounded just as unpleasant as Lu Xiaosan's.
Nan Dao was awakened by this sound, and the sword energy around him gradually dissipated. He looked at Le Chaotian strangely and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"I remembered happy things."
Le Chaotian did not continue to play, and sat there playing with the cucurbit flute.
"What a happy thing."
"My wife has given birth to a baby."
"...Do you have a wife?"
"No." Le Chaotian said with a smile, and then looked at Nan Dao's speechless expression and said confidently, "Can't I have a wife and have children without a wife? Although I don't have a wife now, maybe I will have one in the future? "
"Then how can she give birth to a baby now?"
"Give life to others!"
Nan Dao didn't know how to proceed for a while, so he could only hold his sword and remain silent.
This is a sentence that no one can follow.
Nan Dao was silent for a long time before looking at Le Chaotian who was still smiling there.
"Junior brother."
"?"
"I think your thinking is a bit dangerous."
Le Chaotian smiled and said, "It's just a joke."
"...so what were you laughing at earlier."
Le Chaotian chuckled softly and said, "I was wondering if Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan would really think what I said was true after they went back, and then stay up all night and come back the next day with panda eyes."
Nan Dao said: "You don't believe that kind of thing yourself, let alone others."
Le Chaotian said seriously: "Actually, when I said it at the time, I believed it with excitement."
When I open the door, there are mountains.
I am the mountain.
Uncle Master is the hope of Lingnan.
I am the hope of the world.
Anyone else would have deceived themselves into believing it for just a moment.
Nan Dao looked at his junior brother with a soft smile and said, "Then why didn't you believe it later?"
Le Chaotian sighed and said: "You still have to be down-to-earth in life. If you are always daydreaming, it is easy to be unable to sleep at night."
Nan Dao thought about those words in the dusk and said with a smile: "It seems that junior brother will have insomnia tonight."
"Yes."
