Le Chaotian did have insomnia that night.
So I stood on the corridor late at night and blew the wind.
According to convention, during this kind of plot, a man in black should run out, step on the eaves of the small building, and say things like, "What are you waiting for?" Why haven't you done anything yet?
Although there could be, there really isn't.
Le Chaotian stood boredly in the night wind.
I just didn't know what I was thinking of, and suddenly I laughed - I was really thinking of something happy.
So I walked back to the building, brought up a lot of thread and small bags, then carried the drum up, sat with my legs crossed in the autumn wind, and began to put money into the bags. Each bag was seven-quarters full, and then I filled it with thread. They tied up all the bags, and then hung them up one after another under the eaves outside the building like rice dumplings.
After finishing this, Le Chao Genius took a few steps back with satisfaction, admiring his masterpiece. The autumn wind blew, and the money bag was hanging under the eaves, but it was not loud enough.
Le Chaotian then stepped forward and raised his hand to sweep over.
Clatter.
Wonderful, wonderful!
Le Chaotian subconsciously touched the cucurbit silk at his waist, and just thought about it. Playing music in the middle of the night was either pretending to be a ghost or wanting to be beaten. So he let go of his hand again, yawned and went back to sleep.
As for the remaining half a drum of money, I didn't bother to collect it.
After all, it's just a small amount of money, not worth mentioning.
When I got up the next day, it was raining lightly in the mountains. Le Chaotian walked out in a daze, and then saw Nan Dao standing on the corridor, holding an umbrella and tilting his head, holding the money bags with his hands.
"Ah, what is this sound?" Le Chaotian walked out knowingly, then stood at the door, smiled and asked himself, "Oh, it's the sound of happiness, senior brother."
Nan Dao turned back to look at Le Chaotian, raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you do all of this last night?"
Le Chaotian thought for a while and said: "Maybe it was done by Lu Xiaoer, maybe it was done by Lu Xiaosan, or maybe it was done by their future junior brother Lu Xiaofeng, maybe it was you who was sleepwalking last night and came here to do it. of."
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "So that's it."
Le Chaotian didn't say anything, he held his chin and looked at the drum beside him.
Nan Dao asked curiously: "What are you thinking about?"
Le Chaotian thought for a long time and said, "I want them to ring too."
"..." Nan Dao was silent, but he was thinking subconsciously.
As I thought about it, I felt something was wrong. Why am I thinking about this? Nan Dao shook his head and sat down on the corridor.
"It's time to cultivate your sword spirit, junior brother."
Nan Dao took off the Peach Blossom Sword and put it on his knees.
Le Chaotian looked on, but said with a smile: "I won't practice today."
Nan Dao turned to look at the junior brother who was leaning against the wall and watching Qiu Yu in the world, and asked, "Why?"
"Such a gentle autumn rain is the perfect time to be lazy and sleep."
Le Chaotian said with a smile.
Nan Dao ignored Le Chaotian and immersed his thoughts in the divine sea.
After a while, he still couldn't calm down, so he opened his eyes again. Le Chaotian beside him was busy - busy preparing a comfortable sleeping environment.
A layer of mattresses and a quilt have been laid out on the corridor. There are butterfly flowers and cucurbits on the side. There is also a heater that I don’t know where he moved from. After all, it is late autumn and the temperature in the mountains is slowing down. Falling slowly.
After finishing this, Le Chaotian raised his hand and plucked the money bags under the eaves again, listening to the crisp sounds, and then lay down comfortably on the corridor, hugged the heater and huddled into the bed, smiling and talking to Nan Dao said hello.
"See you in the afternoon, senior brother."
"..."
...
The sound of mountain rain lulls people to sleep.
So when the rain stopped, Le Chaotian woke up.
"Yinqin, it rained in the middle of the night last night, and I have to live a cold life again. Senior brother." Le Chaotian climbed out of the bed, lying on the railing and looking down, maybe he saw the green and white cabbages under the canyon.
Nan Dao opened his eyes helplessly and saw Le Chaotian standing there, rubbing his eyes and stretching.
"I want to eat hot pot, cabbage and vermicelli hot pot!"
"Then you're going to talk to Senior Brother Wu. What do you want to say to me?"
"Then you must tell your senior brother. After all, you are the one who brought us freedom."
"Didn't you spend so much money before? They are busy throwing away their swords, so they will definitely not care about you. You can just go and pull out a few."
When Le Chaotian heard this, he thought it made sense, so he lay on the railing and looked down again. After looking for a long time, he turned back and said lazily: "Forget it, the water is too cold today and it is difficult to cook the hot pot. Let’s eat it next time.”
"..."
Nan Dao turned his head, thinking what to do with that hot pot meal in winter?
Of course, if it can be done, do it. If it's difficult, I'll see...
Nan Dao didn't think about it any more.
But before he entered the state of cultivation, Le Chaotian was shouting downstairs again.
"Brother, I want to eat fish. Let's go fishing!"
Nan Dao took a deep breath.
Who is that fifteen-year-old boy?
Le Chaotian screamed downstairs for a while and then lost his voice. Nan Dao saw him walking towards the canyon and thought he was going to practice swordplay, so he didn't care anymore.
But not long after, Le Chaotian came back with two bamboo poles cut from somewhere and dragged them all the way downstairs.
"Senior brother..."
"good."
Nan Dao didn't wait for Le Chaotian to finish what he said, he put away his sword, held up an umbrella, sighed, and walked downstairs.
Le Chaotian simply chopped off two bamboo sections, without even peeling them, and just looked at Nan Dao with a smile.
Nan Dao sighed, forget it, after all, he is a senior brother.
So he took out his Peach Blossom Sword and began to cut the branches on the bamboo pole.
When it was halfway cut, Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan also ran up.
"Wuhu~Uncle Master, do you want to go fishing? I want to go too!"
Lu Xiaosan said excitedly.
"..."
Nan Dao felt that going to Lingnan was the wrong decision.
When I was in Nanyi City, I wandered around all day long, and there were a bunch of gentlemen and senior fellow students covering me, so I wasn't much more comfortable than now.
Just listening to the words of senior brother and uncle in his ears, Nan Dao could only sigh and go to chop bamboo again.
After working for a long time, the four of them finally prepared their things.
Lu Xiaoer stole the fishing line from Lu Xiaoxiao's sewing box when he went back.
Lu Xiaosan went to pick up earthworms in the vegetable field.
The bamboo poles were cut from Nandao.
Do it faster, do it faster, it’s a joy to do it.
Four teenagers, one big, three small and one small, started walking towards the stream in the mountain - Le Chaotian could be considered a teenager.
The autumn rain, which Le Chaotian called gentle, had just begun to stop. When you look up, you can't see the sky. There is still hazy water vapor in the mountains. The leaves all over the mountains are dripping with water, maybe it has fallen to the lower layers. The leaves may have fallen on the clothes of Le Chaotian and the other three.
Nan Dao suddenly remembered that he had imagined such a scene when he was very young.
Those imaginary sword cultivators live in such mountains. After the drizzle, they hold their swords and walk among the green mountains, not knowing where they are going.
But no matter where I go, it won't be like this. One person carries a fishing rod and goes fishing in a mountain stream.
The four of them walked along the stream upstream of Xiaobai Waterfall for a long time, and finally found a turning point where the water flow was quite gentle.
Continuing forward, we have to go up to the high cliff mountain that we forgot about when we came back.
Nan Dao thought he was going to really go fishing up there. He wondered if Le Chaotian and the others would look at the fish in their hands in a daze when they came back - assuming they could catch it.
But since it is here, there is no need to risk going there.
This section of the stream is far away from the high mountains, so naturally it won't be very fast. Moreover, the water channel is very wide. There are blue stones at the bottom of the stream and also on the stream side. It is very suitable to sit on. Further down, there is the section on the side of Xiaobai Sword Sect that will turn into Xiaobai Waterfall.
As soon as Le Chaotian saw this section, he felt that this was the most suitable place. Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan originally wanted to go deeper into the mountain to see if there was any better place, but when they saw that the two uncles had stopped, they decided not to Go again, pick up the fishing rod and look for fish everywhere by the stream.
Naturally, there are not many fish in mountain streams, especially those from top to bottom, but there are always some swimming in the water. When you stand by the stream and look inside, it looks like a black fish. The shuttle drifted over.
The few people quickly selected the place they thought was the most ideal. Nan Dao randomly found a place downstream, put the bamboo poles on the rocks and ignored it.
After a brief period of noise, Manshan fell silent.
Nan Dao looked upstream. Lu Xiaoer was about ten meters above Nan Dao. He was sitting there upright, holding his sword and not squinting. Did he know that he looked good?
Lu Xiaosan was lying on the stone, rubbing his hands excitedly and staring at the movement in the water.
Le Chaotian was sitting alone on the other side of the stream, very lazily. He probably wanted to eat fish, so he pinned his hopes on the three people from Nandao.
While Nan Dao was still watching, he found that the fishing rod he had thrown carelessly had started to move, and there was some surprise on his face. But just as he was about to lift it up, he remembered what Le Chaotian said about his senior brother.
So I simply ignored it and allowed the fish to break free from the hook and take the bait away.
Nan Dao felt that if he really caught this fish, such a scene might appear in the future.
Le Chaotian stood in the canyon, with his back to the deep dusk, and raised his hand to call Lu Xiaosan.
"Tell Lao Nan that I want to eat fish."
Then he was forced to carry the fishing rod and fish for him to eat.
Cruel, too cruel.
Nandao no longer cared about the fact that there was nothing on the hook.
Just sitting there, pretending to be fishing, but actually raising the fish with sword intent.
They are all fish anyway.
South Island started to fish in this autumn mountain fishing.
Lu Xiaoer secretly glanced at Nandao who was sitting upright, thinking that he was indeed the hope of Lingnan. It seemed that he still needed to practice his Qi cultivation skills. From today on, he would sit under the Xiaobai Waterfall for one more hour every day. .
Speaking of which, sitting under the Xiaobai Waterfall and washing his sword was a sword-practicing method that Lu Xiaoer was proud of.
Every day after returning from Luofeng Canyon, Lu Xiaoer would sit under the waterfall, holding a sword in one hand and holding it horizontally in the waterfall in front of him.
This is to practice your ability to hold a sword.
Even when it was washed away by running water, the sword in his hand still remained motionless.
But in fact, this method was a sword-training method used by the Liuyun Sword Sect more than two thousand years ago.
The Liuyun Sword Sect is a murderous sword. Naturally, if you want to ensure that the sword is in your hand, there is a way to wash it with running water.
But after the Great Dao came into being, it was gradually abandoned.
Lu Xiaoer naturally didn't know this, he just withdrew his gaze and stared at the fishing rod in his hand quietly, just like a swordsman who must look at his own sword before drawing out his sword, and then look at the person.
Lu Xiaosan, on the other hand, probably felt a little bored during the long wait, and he was just pretending to be a fool.
It wasn't until the end of the day that the four of them prepared to go back.
"Senior brother, have you caught a fish?" Le Chaotian looked at Nandao and asked expectantly.
Nan Dao said sincerely: "No, what about you, junior brother?"
"nor."
The two looked at the two young boys.
Lu Xiaoer caught one, and Lu Xiaosan caught four.
Le Chaotian and Nan Dao both looked at Lu Xiaosan in shock.
Is he really a genius?
However, Lu Xiaosan, who was proudly holding the fish, probably didn't know yet that he was already being targeted by Le Chaotian.
——Tell the third child that I want to eat fish.
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian from the side and kept smiling.
Le Chaotian asked strangely: "Senior brother, why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing, I remembered something happy."
"..."
The four of them packed their things and were about to go back.
Lu Xiaoer saw something strange. He pulled Nan Dao and said, "Uncle Master, what's on your hook?"
Everyone looked at Nandao's fishhook.
Of course there are no fish on it.
But there is a peach blossom.
Peach blossom?
The four of them stood there with their eyes wide open.
...
The four of them studied it for a long time, but they didn't know where the peach blossom came from. Only Nan Dao vaguely thought of many things.
But it was getting late, so the four of them decided to go back first and wait to ask Lu Xiaoxiao and the others tomorrow before making a decision.
So the four people picked up five fish and headed towards Luofeng Canyon.
"Senior brother, you won't have messed with anything dirty, right?" Le Chaotian said while lifting two fish and carrying the fishing rod while looking at Nandao.
Nan Dao frowned and said, "What unclean thing?"
Le Chaotian tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "The old people in this world like to scare children the most, such as a piece of peach blossom hanging on your fishing rod. At first, no one took it seriously, until... .....”
Le Chaotian's voice gradually dropped, and his expression became strange.
"Suddenly one day, a female ghost in red appeared behind you."
Nan Dao was okay, after all, he had really seen a ghost - Hua Wuxi.
Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan heard Le Chaotian's voice lowered, so they subconsciously moved closer. Who would have known that this old boy suddenly said such a sentence to you, which directly caused trouble for the two of them.
Lu Xiaosan stepped on Le Chaotian and ran into the canyon with the fish in hand.
Le Chaotian stood behind and smiled as he watched the two of them run in. He just chuckled.
"Junior brother, why are you scaring them?"
Nan Dao said rather helplessly.
Le Chaotian was about to say that he would give them some courage training.
Then they saw Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan running back with fish in their hands. Their faces were pale, as if they had really seen something bad.
Le Chaotian just sneered and said, "You still want to scare me?"
Then he lifted his legs and walked towards the canyon.
Nan Dao was about to ask the two young boys what they had seen, when he saw Le Chaotian also hurried back and took Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan's hands.
"Master Nephew, let's go back to Jianzong through the small road."
"good!"
Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan ran away after Le Chaotian without looking back.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and looked back at the three figures walking down the path, thinking with a strange expression, are you really addicted to playing?
Naturally, Nan Dao would not believe anything weird.
So I walked straight into the canyon holding an umbrella.
Then as soon as he entered the canyon, Nan Dao let go of the fishing rod in his hand and grabbed the Peach Blossom Sword behind him.
Countless maple leaves are flying.
A woman in red clothes with a sword on her back and her hair tied up, with her back to the South Island, stood calmly in the ray of skylight in the canyon.
At this point, Nan Dao finally understood why Lu Xiaoer and the others never looked back.
"My name is Qingjiao."
When Nan Dao held the Peach Blossom Sword and stood at the mouth of the canyon, the woman in red slowly said this sentence, then turned around and looked at Nan Dao quietly.
"Coming from the East China Sea."
Nan Dao pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword, stood under the umbrella and frowned at the woman in red named Qingjiao - she was young, her realm was unknown, but her sword power was very strong, maybe she did come from the East China Sea.
"What are you doing here?" Nan Dao held the Peach Blossom Sword and looked at her warily.
The woman in red didn't speak, she just looked down at the sword marks at her feet, and then said slowly: "Senior Ting Feng Yin asked me to protect you, but before that..."
The long sword behind the woman in red suddenly unsheathed, with a cold sword light under the moonlight, hovering around her, like a woman in red standing in the deep sea, with a silver fish swimming around her.
"I want to see your sword."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then said: "Okay."
It was obviously not possible to say yes. When the sword was unsheathed, the woman in red named Qingjiao was already stepping on the fallen leaves and heading towards the South Island.
Nan Dao also held an umbrella and held a peach blossom sword, heading towards the woman.
The two walked toward each other along the canyon under the cold moonlight.
When the distance between the two was less than ten feet, the sword wind blew across the gorge, and Nan Dao suddenly accelerated and thrust forward with a sword.
Between ten feet, it's just an instant.
Qingjiao also raised her hand and grasped the long sword that was just spinning in front of her.
However, instead of stabbing, he held the sword with both hands, his body sank slightly, and slashed the sword in front of him.
A cold light appeared under the moonlight.
The canyon was filled with the sound of swords.
Countless leaves gradually fell.
Nan Dao stood there holding the sword. Although the sword in his hand was still there, it was cut open and hung diagonally to the ground.
Qingjiao glanced at Nandao, then calmly sheathed her sword.
"Your level is not bad, but your sword intention is too weak, and you don't even have white clothes."
This sentence is very plain, as if it is just an objective evaluation.
But no matter how you listen to it, there is a sense of irony in it.
"If this is the so-called hope of Lingnan." Qingjiao turned around in the moonlit canyon and headed back in the direction he came from.
"Then there really is no hope for Lingnan."
Nan Dao stood there quietly and put away the Peach Blossom Sword.
His sword intention is indeed not strong, especially compared to his own cultivation level, so he can only bully Le Chaotian and others.
But sword intention is different from cultivation.
This is not something that can be accomplished overnight.
So Nan Dao had no excuse.
Qingjiao walked all the way out of the canyon until he stopped at the mouth of the canyon beside the small building.
Nan Dao thought she would leave, but he didn't expect that she just looked at her quietly for a long time, and then said slowly:
"Where do I live?"
