For things like this, it was natural not only to call Lu Xiaoxiao over, but also to the Tianya Sword Sect.
So not long after, Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong came towards the canyon together.
But these two people alone are naturally not enough.
Nan Dao hurriedly told the story, and then asked Wu Dalong to find the old man of Tianya Sword Sect. After all, this old man who did nothing all day long was the leader of Tianya Sword Sect.
Naturally, the old man would not go down the mountain to see a girl.
Instead, I am sitting alone on the steps of the mountain gate, maybe thinking about the story of youth, maybe thinking about the story of middle age, maybe even more lonely, thinking about the story of old age.
The thousand-year story of the Tianya Sword Sect can actually be read simply in the old man's lifetime.
When Wu Dalong found the mountain gate, the old man was sitting among the fallen leaves and moss, tilting his head and looking at the green mountains in the distance.
Beyond the green hills are still green hills, endless mountains.
He couldn't remember the last time he left Qingshan.
It must have been a long time ago.
Of course, there is no real mockery of Tianya Sword Sect in Lingnan. It is a place where everyone is dreaming and no one will mock anyone.
But the old man didn't want to go out.
The people of the Tianya Sword Sect will feel more ashamed the older they live.
Maybe the hope is too heavy, maybe the hope is too far away.
When you go out and look at the green mountains, you will feel that your years are empty and your whole body is tired.
So the farthest place is just at the mountain gate. Sit here and think about what kind of young boy walked in with a longing for everything.
And then being trapped here for the rest of his life - the thousand-year story of the Lingnan Sword Sect can actually be read simply in the Tianya Sword Sect.
So he grew old and died.
"So I grow old and die." The old man thought sadly and said to himself.
The old man was sitting on the stone steps, his legs were crossed, and his hands were held passionately at first. When he was about to die, he opened his fingers again, and sadly dropped them on his knees. Maybe he had brought them with him. There is something about falling - like trying to catch something, but with empty hands pointing towards the sky.
It was like an old man was telling his story to a non-existent young man, while using his body to express his regrets.
"That's it."
The old man was talking to himself.
So at this time, Wu Dalong came over. This thirty-five-year-old man who was busy all day long called his master happily like a child.
"Master, Master, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time!"
The old man looked back at Wu Dalong, somewhat confused as to where the joy on Wu Dalong's face came from.
"What's wrong? Chao Tian'er threw money away again?"
Wu Dalong chuckled and said, "No, it's a better thing than throwing money."
The old man was startled, stood up on his knees, and looked at Wu Dalong in surprise.
"Senior brother has entered the avenue?"
Wu Dalong was silent for a while, looking at his master with a complicated expression.
"Why can't you guess something better?"
After sitting alone at the mountain gate for a long time, the old man looked away a little. He turned around and looked at the green mountain. His eyes were turbid, and the fire that once burned has been extinguished. Maybe it was extinguished a long time ago, but A body, following the inertia of a lifetime, just continues to move forward.
"Could it be that the Tianya Sword Sect's sword has been found?" The old man said mockingly, "How dare I think about such a thing?"
Wu Dalong stared blankly at the old man in front of him who had been called an old man and an old madman for many years. Then he raised his hand and wiped his eyes and said:
"Why can't it be?"
The old man suddenly turned his head.
There seems to be a sword wind blowing from the green hills.
...
After all, neither Nan Dao nor Lu Xiaoer could truly understand the deep emotion of some stories.
So when they saw Wu Dalong, who seemed to have been crying, leading the old man up the canyon, they all couldn't agree with him.
Apparently I just found some swords!
Lu Xiaosan thought as he stared at the two people walking into the canyon.
A group of people were in the canyon, quietly looking at the five swords.
Finally, the old man spoke first.
He looked at Nan Dao and said with a complicated expression: "How did senior brother find these swords?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said softly: "Maybe it's because I own one of the swords."
The old man's eyes fell behind Nan Dao. The Parrot Island was still wrapped in the wine flag.
It turns out that what looked familiar at that time was really more than just familiar.
"where are they?"
"Tianya." Nan Dao said softly: "They are in Tianya. The masters of Tianya Sword Sect are right, but they are also wrong about something."
"what?"
"When these swords were sent to Tianya, they had no names." Nan Dao looked up at the old man and said slowly, "So they can't find their way back."
When the old man heard this, he was silent for a long time, with countless emotions flashing across his face, but in the end it just turned into a sigh.
"So that's it."
Turns out that’s just what the fuck it is.
The old man became more and more angry as he thought about it. He squatted in front of those swords and cursed his mother.
"What the fuck, why are you so stupid!"
Le Chaotian patted the old man on the back very kindly.
"Okay, okay, don't be angry, haven't you found it?"
Then Lu Xiaoxiao grabbed his ears and mentioned him aside.
The old man cursed for a long time before he pulled out one of the swords. He looked at the word "Youyue" on it, then looked at Nandao and said, "Is it okay to call it by its name?"
Nan Dao nodded.
The old man calmed down and looked at the sword in front of him quietly, and then said softly: "Youyue."
This sword was thrown into the pool by an unknown master in an unknown year. The sword screamed in an instant, and it flew away, dragging the cold light through the fallen leaves in the canyon, and then quietly returned to the old man's hand.
"good."
The old man said very gently.
"good."
The old man said several good words, then broke off the connection with the sword and let it return to the middle of the swords. Then he looked at the two young boys, Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaoer.
"So what are you going to do? Senior brother." The old man no longer looked like before, but he still called Senior Brother Nandao.
Nan Dao also looked at Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan, and said calmly: "I want to find two people to go to that sword lake... from the end of the world to bring back those sword names."
Although the old man sits in the sword-throwing pool all day long, he certainly doesn't know anything about the things on the mountain. When Nan Dao said this, he nodded and said: "It's okay to be a junior or a junior."
"But they are from the Xiaobai Sword Sect."
"Just let them learn the swords of Tianya Sword Sect."
When the old man said this, he looked at Lu Xiaoxiao.
Lu Xiaoxiao smiled softly and said, "Of course it's no problem."
It's not even a problem.
When Lu Xiaoxiao was in Nanyi City, the five little ones were learning swordsmanship from the old man and Wu Dalong.
"What about your identity?"
Nan Dao glanced at Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan and asked such a question softly.
The old man smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, they are all Lingnan swords."
There are only independent ancient trees in the world.
There is no solitary weed.
Before Lingnan truly became what they hoped for.
There will never be so many differences.
Nan Dao said softly: "Okay."
Then he put away all the swords in front of him, leaving only the Xiwu and Buwenzhong swords.
Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan looked at Lu Xiaoxiao, who just nodded, and then each of them took one - Lu Xiaoer's was Xi Wu, and Lu Xiaosan's was Bu Wen Zhong.
When the two held the two swords, sword wind blew in the canyon.
Countless maple leaves were flying, but they did not go towards the small building. Instead, they were like guiding leaves, heading towards a certain stream.
Lu Xiaoer remained silent for a while, holding his sword and following the sword wind coming from the clear stream.
Lu Xiaosan followed closely behind.
Nan Dao handed the swords in his hand to the old man. The old man held them in his hand, looked at them sadly for a long time, and then gave them to Wu Dalong.
Wu Dalong was a little confused.
"What are you doing for me?"
"Sword Sect will have many disciples in the future, you can give it to them."
The old man finally calmed down, but the youthful light in his eyes was probably gone, so he spoke very calmly.
Wu Dalong seemed to have thought of that day.
The thirty-five-year-old man smiled happily, held his sword and headed towards Tianya Sword Sect.
"Okay, Master."
Lu Xiaoxiao chased after him.
"Leave a few swords for me. Your Tianya Sword Sect owes us so many swords, and it's time to pay them back."
"Return two handles first, and pay back the rest later!"
Wu Dalong said very stingily.
There is a high probability that Lu Xiaoxiao will be beaten up if he catches up with him.
Only Lechaotian Nandao and the old man were left in the canyon.
Le Chaotian looked back and forth between Nan Dao and the old man for a long time, then stood up, raised his hand to pick off the gourd silk hanging on the tree, and headed out of the canyon with a smile.
"I'm going to talk to that swordsman named Qingjiao about life and ideals."
If we have a good time talking, we might even talk about love and peace.
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian strangely and said, "Are you not afraid of her anymore?"
Le Chaotian chuckled and said: "No matter how scared I am, it is still my small building, and I am the owner. I can't work hard to build a building and let her take it. What's more, it's just a green pepper, even if she is I’m going to have a good chat with Hongdou too.”
Who is Hongdou?
Nan Dao felt a little baffled.
Le Chaotian was blowing the gourd flute and carrying his sword, planning to go find Qingjiao and talk about something.
I just don't know if his kendo, which he hasn't practiced for long, can make the arrogant-looking woman in red listen to his reasoning.
So only Nan Dao and the old man were left in the canyon.
Nan Dao couldn't adapt to the sudden seriousness of the old man, so he simply sat there holding an umbrella and saying nothing.
The old man looked at Nan Dao for a long time, and then sat down next to Nan Dao.
"Thank you, senior brother."
"..." These were probably the most helpless words Nan Dao had heard in the entire Lingnan.
But he still accepted the sentence "Senior Brother", and probably thought of a lot of things in that "Senior Brother" sentence.
So the young man under the umbrella looked at the old man beside him very calmly and said, "Since you call me senior brother, as a senior brother, you must do something."
The old man laughed and said, "Senior brother is indeed right."
The autumn wind is blowing in the canyon, and it is already the end of September. Although the beginning of winter does not mean that the snow is coming, the chill is always inevitable.
This is especially true for some older people.
So the old swordsman next to him - he probably forgot that he was a swordsman before, he was just an old man guarding something.
So the old man sat in the autumn wind, wrapped himself in clothes, looked at the fallen leaves, and asked: "So where is the end of the world?"
Nan Dao thought for a long time before he said: "We are at the end of the world."
The old man said thoughtfully: "So that's it, yes, people are at the end of the world." The old man said, sighing and smiling.
"People are at the end of the world, how can the sword be far away?"
"I don't know how Master and the others came up with the idea. Maybe they had really been to that part of the world before they had such an idea. But by the time I came to me, when that young man went up the mountain, the idea of the Tianya Sword Sect had already been It has become a kind of human nonsense.”
Nan Dao said softly: "You think it's nonsense, why do you still stay in Tianya Sword Sect?"
When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but smile.
Of course everyone has limitations.
For example, the founders of the Tianya Sword Sect were Lingnan sword cultivators who never engraved sword names, so they never realized the importance of sword names. Maybe they had spent countless nights thinking hard about why those swords were no longer inscribed. Not coming back either. But they never thought about the reason why there should be a name on the sword. Until Wu Dalong's generation, they still didn't realize it.
The same is true for the South Island.
So the old man smiled and said: "I know you can't understand it, but senior brother, you have to know that the vast majority of sword cultivators in Lingnan have no choice. We will never let high hopes become hope. When you have high hopes, With the dream of practicing swordsmanship, when you stop in front of the mountain gate, you have to think about whether you want to stop here or try your luck elsewhere. Maybe if you miss it, you will never have something like this again. Chance."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, seeming a little disappointed, and said softly, "I thought you would be an extreme idealist to help Tianya Sword Sect continue this dream."
The old man said slowly: "That will happen later."
The old man only said this, without explaining how he went from being a longing young swordsman to what he was like later.
Maybe it's because the years leading up to the ideal have been talked about so many times by the world, so no matter how you talk about it, it will only be clichés.
The two of them sat quietly under the maple tree in the canyon.
After a long time, the old man looked at Nan Dao and said expectantly: "Senior brother, do you know any other sword names?"
Nan Dao sat there with a sad expression.
I am a father-in-law, how do I think about this?
Just looking at the expectant eyes of the old man beside him, Nan Dao still thought for a long time, but he remembered what Cao Weiying said earlier.
So he stood up, held an umbrella and stood under the skylight of the canyon, and said softly: "The strong wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building."
...
Tianshang Zhenjian Lake.
Cao Weiying stood there smiling and drinking. Sword lights appeared above the sword lake, passing through the cloud cliffs and fog, and they didn't know where they were going.
"Okay, okay, great." Cao Weiying held the gourd and almost clapped her hands in praise.
Then he looked down at the thousands of sword lights in the lake, and said with a sneer: "Did you see, whoever makes the loudest noise, I will tell them their name first, so that you can go outside and have some fresh air to sober up."
Then the sword light all over the lake fell silent.
Wan Jian cowered and didn't dare to say anything.
Cao Weiying nodded with satisfaction, then hung the gourd around her waist and sat down next to the peach tree, leaning on the trunk.
Very satisfied and started to sleep.
This was probably the most sound sleep Cao Weiying had had in a thousand years.
In the world, there is only the distant noise of the small town, the whispers of flowers and plants, and the gentle breeze.
...
The old man looked at the several long swords that were dragging their sword light towards the canyon, and exclaimed: "That's great!"
Maybe they are also imagining when Lu Xiaoer and the others really become successful.
Standing on a green mountain, the scene of thousands of sword lights coming from behind.
So his eyes were full of satisfaction.
Nan Dao didn't look at the sword lights, but looked back at the old man.
This old guy was stunned for a moment.
"Senior brother, what do you want to see me do?"
Nan Dao tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Generally, when the story ends here, people like you will most likely have a smile on their face after saying how nice it is, close their eyes, and the peace will disappear. I have to keep an eye on it, otherwise when Senior Brother Wu asks me how you died, I won’t even know."
"..."
The old man laughed dumbly, then stood up and said softly: "I have never had any disasters or illnesses in my life, and I am not a seriously injured person who hangs his breath waiting to see something. Naturally, I will not die as soon as I close my eyes. "
Nan Dao chuckled.
"So if you think about it from another perspective, in fact, many things have been consumed in a long life." The old man said as he walked out of the canyon, and then stopped in front of the mountain road going down.
Outside the small building on the other side, Le Chaotian and Qingjiao were standing there, talking about something.
It's just that whether it's the voice over there or the voice here, it's probably blown away by the autumn wind.
Only people nearby can hear it.
Nan Dao stood aside with an umbrella and listened quietly.
"So whether I can see you today or not, I won't have so many thoughts."
The old man finally said with some relief.
"It's better to be able to see him after all. After all, there are less regrets." Nan Dao said softly.
The old man smiled and said, "Yes, so I really have no regrets."
"Sounds like you're leaving."
"I really have to leave." The old man sighed. "Standing on the green hills, I probably missed a lot of things. It might as well go back and take a look."
"So fast?" Nan Dao looked up at the sky. It was still very early, the sky was bright, some autumn clouds were floating comfortably, and the mountains below were surging like ocean tides in the autumn wind.
"It will be dusk if you wait any longer."
The old man's words are very charming.
So Nan Dao didn't say anything else, and quietly watched the old man walk down the mountain road in the autumn wind.
Until halfway, Nan Dao thought of a question and looked at the old man's back without nostalgia.
"What's your junior brother's name?"
The old man waved his hand and said coolly: "Where is it?"
"Where?"
"The human world." The old man replied with a chuckle.
The old man called He Suozhi.
I got off my horse and drank your wine, and asked you where you were.
So he drifted away like a wise man.
But in fact he did not achieve enlightenment.
Got nothing.
I just left Qingshan with satisfaction and returned to the world.
The rest are the stories of some teenagers.
