Le Chaotian and Qingjiao were still talking outside the small building, and they didn't know what they were talking about.
Nan Dao didn't listen. He just stood quietly on the stone steps where the old man left, looking quietly into the distance.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt as if he had heard someone say such a sentence in a dream.
After boarding the boat on the other side, I will enter reincarnation and become a sentient being.
Is that so?
What is the other side, is it attainment, or is it just reaching one's ideal spiritual state?
Nan Dao felt that he didn’t know.
I am only fifteen years old, how can I know?
While Nan Dao was still thinking about these things, Wu Dalong walked up the mountain path. Seeing that Nan Dao was the only one here, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Where is the master?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Let's go."
Wu Dalong stood there blankly and asked, "What do you mean by leaving?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Maybe go back to being a human being? Do a lot of things that I missed when I was a teenager, middle age, and old age. I don't know. Anyway, that's probably it."
"You mean he went down the mountain?"
"Yes."
Wu Dalong finally understood. The thirty-five-year-old man looked panicked and was jumping on the spot anxiously, as if he was about to cry, with some crying in his voice.
"Master, Master, why did you leave!" Wu Dalong pulled his sleeves and wiped his tears while running down the mountain. "You might as well wait while I pick two small cabbages for you to take with you!"
Wu Dalong chased down the mountain.
So Wu Dalong's urgent and reluctant call came from all over the mountains and plains.
"Master~"
"Master~"
"Why!"
But maybe He Suozhi has gone far away, or maybe he is old and deaf, and he really can't hear such a distant call.
Therefore, from those vast green mountains, there was no free and easy answer after a life of depression - the human world.
...
Master, Master.
Where are you headed?
...
Nan Dao watched the scene quietly at the mouth of the canyon.
Some people drifted away, while others chased after them, crying and jumping like children.
Maybe it will catch up, maybe not.
The conversation between Qingjiao and Le Chaotian finally ended. Le Chaotian walked proudly towards the small building, while the woman in red, Qingjiao, carried her sword and headed towards Nandao.
"You need to find a place for me to live again." Qingjiao said looking at Nandao.
After Qingjiao asked that question last night, Nan Dao was silent for a while and told her, then you can live in the small building.
But maybe Qingjiao's attitude was too cold and arrogant, maybe it was because yesterday she stood in the canyon and shocked Le Chaotian and the others. Le Chaotian firmly refused to let her live in the small building.
I just don’t know what Le Chaotian said.
Anyway, Qingjiao agreed and ran to find Nan Dao.
Nan Dao thought for a long time and did not mention where he would live. He just asked, "Why did Senior Ting Feng Yin ask you to come here?"
Qingjiao said calmly: "I didn't ask."
Nan Dao was silent for a while under the umbrella and said, "You can build a house by yourself by the canyon."
Qingjiao frowned and looked at the young man in front of her for a long time, and then said slowly: "Okay."
Nan Dao said nothing more, turned around and walked towards the small building.
Le Chaotian was blowing the cucurbit flute in the small building, making a whining sound. The money bags kept swinging in the autumn wind, making trivial noises. When he saw Nan Dao coming up, Le Chaotian asked curiously: "Old man, let's go." Already?"
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Yes."
Le Chaotian seemed to sigh a little and said, "That's a pity."
Nan Dao looked at him and asked, "What's such a pity?"
"Although this old man squats in the sword throwing pond all day long, it is quite interesting. Before Junior Brother came, I played music in the Sword Sect every day. Senior Brother Wu was watering vegetables and forging iron. The Five Little Ones and the others would come over sometimes, causing harm. Hit me, and then go to harm the old man. Then you will see an old man chasing five little kids all over the mountain, saying things like bullying me because I am old and weak."
Le Chaotian said, looked at Nan Dao again, then smiled and said, "That's right, senior brother has basically never had any dealings with him, so I probably won't have this feeling."
Nan Dao said softly: "It's okay, actually a little bit."
Some stories can reveal the whole story at a glance.
Le Chaotian smiled and said: "That's good. By the way, I heard Senior Brother Wu shouting something before. Is this the old man's name? When I asked before, the old boy just laughed and said nothing. , I’m so angry, why should I even guess something?”
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes, it's a nice name."
Le Chaotian thought so too, so he took off the sword in his hand, sat in the corridor in the autumn breeze, played the sword and sang.
I got off my horse and drank your wine, and asked you where you were.
You are dissatisfied with your words, so you return to sleep in the south mountain frontier.
But don’t ask again, the white clouds are endless.
...
The Tianya Sword Sect's sword was finally found. It was supposed to be a happy thing, but as the old man drifted away contentedly, the mountains became more melancholy.
Nan Dao listened quietly, but couldn't help but chant a few words softly along with Le Chaotian.
"Get off your horse, drink your wine, and ask you where you are. What kind of music is this?"
Le Chaotian chuckled and said, "Farewell."
Different from those songs in the past, today's songs are very clear and clear.
So is the song title.
It's just a farewell.
Nan Dao thought to himself that it was a pity that he was a father-in-law.
Otherwise, when Chen He left, he could have sang something to him.
Thinking of this, Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian with some envy.
Junior brother is still awesome!
The two sat quietly for a while in the winding autumn wind, and then watched Qingjiao, who had been standing on the edge of the cliff for a while, turn around and walk towards the canyon.
Probably really going to build a house.
"Junior brother, what did you say to her?"
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian and asked.
Le Chaotian smiled slightly and said: "Talk about life, talk about ideals, present facts and reason."
Nan Dao also learned what Le Chaotian said: "Junior brother, I believe it very much."
Le Chaotian laughed.
"It's actually very simple. I lied to her and said, did you see those sword lights in the canyon? I made them. Then she was silent for a long time and then agreed."
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian with raised eyebrows and said, "Does she believe such a clumsy lie?"
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Junior brother, think about it, if you saw countless sword lights falling in the distance, and you ran over to take a look, you found that there was only a little kid there, but that kid told you that these sword lights It's all caused by him. If you don't leave, he will kill you. Are you afraid?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "It seems to be true. After all, there is always a slight possibility, but it is still a bit nonsense."
"That's right." Le Chaotian couldn't help but smile, and said very seriously, "It's best not to be unreasonable when talking to sword cultivators - because the better you explain the reasons, the more they will think you are guilty. , so I won’t reason with you.”
Nan Dao was silent for a while, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Actually, I am Qing Yi."
Le Chaotian seemed to say sincerely: "Junior brother, don't scare me, I will really believe it."
"..."
It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. Anyway, it's just a small talk between brothers and sisters.
Nan Dao walked downstairs holding an umbrella.
"Where are you going, junior brother?" Le Chaotian asked, looking at Nandao.
"Go and see if Lu Xiaoer and the others are lost."
Nan Dao said.
After all, that high mountain cliff is still a bit far away.
Le Chaotian did not go with Nandao, probably because he was afraid of being caught reciting poems.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and walked toward the back of the canyon alone.
There was some sound of swords in the distance.
When Nan Dao got closer, he realized that Qingjiao was cutting down the tree there.
Maybe there is a big difference between sword cultivators in the East China Sea and those in the South.
Southern sword cultivators, whether they are Lingnan or human sword sects, like to do everything themselves, and they probably enjoy being in the human world.
So when I do something, I always align myself with the world.
So when people chop down trees in Nandao, they hold their swords and chop them down one by one.
But green peppers are different.
Probably the East China Sea Sword Sect is close to Mojian Cliff, and the people in Mojian Cliff always hold their heads higher than the sky. So this woman in red stood very sternly in the autumn wind and delivered the sword spell. The long sword behind her was unsheathed with the sword intention, and she passed through the woods neatly and neatly. Many of them looked quite strong. The tree fell in the forest.
Nan Dao stood below and watched quietly in the sword wind. Qingjiao also saw Nan Dao and said nothing.
"You're going to build a house out of just these pine trees?"
Nan Dao suddenly said.
Qingjiao glanced at Nandao and said calmly: "Is there any problem?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then walked towards the distance and said, "No problem, I'm just wondering whether the wind and snow this year will be serious or not."
Qingjiao probably felt that the South Island was a bit strange, so she ignored it, landed, and carried the trees with the sword wind to the other side of the canyon.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and walked all the way towards the high mountain cliff. There were some fallen maples everywhere, which should be the traces of Lu Xiaoer and the others. They didn't disappear until they were almost at the cliff at the end of the clear stream. .
What is different from the previous visits is that Manxi Sword Intent is very active here today. Perhaps this is the reason why several swords came out of here one after another.
Nan Dao walked to the edge of the cliff at the end of the stream, looking at all the scenery falling downwards, but he also felt a little frightened.
Even though he already knew that the door to Tianshang Town was below, Nan Dao was still a little panicked when he was about to jump.
I don’t know how entangled Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan were when they stood here.
Nan Dao stood there and looked at it for a long time, then he held the umbrella tightly, his swords behind him murmuring softly, ready to unsheath them at any time, and take Nan Dao with him. Only then did Nan Dao stand in the approaching dusk and step out of the cliff. .
Take one step.
The scenery of the world has changed.
Standing in the cloudy cliff, Nan Dao inexplicably remembered what Cao Weiying said.
Behind the mountains are indeed just mountains.
This is not Tianshang Town, but looking at the scattered peach blossoms falling on the ground, they should not be far from the big lake in Tianshang Town.
Maybe this is among those hazy and mysterious cloud cliffs that I have seen many times in the South Island.
But after falling here, the sense of expectation for mystery gradually disappeared.
It's just mountains, just fog, just cliffs illuminated by the sky.
Nan Dao stood on the cliff, looking back at the direction he had stepped in. There was still nothing there, no fluctuations, and no gaps.
It's like wandering between heaven and earth and accidentally breaking into a dream.
Nan Dao stood here and watched for a while, then held an umbrella, pushed away the clouds and mist, and headed down the mountain.
The mountain is steep, with occasional woods and some hidden pavilions in the middle. There is nothing in the pavilion, only the silence after the frost, and some scattered and lost wine gourds. Perhaps Cao Weiying once drank here.
When we walked down the mountain, a stone path hidden in the fog appeared. There is a stone tablet beside it, just like the one outside Tianshang Town.
There are two words on the stone tablet.
Jingting.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and looked at it for a while, then walked along the stone path.
Passing through the stone path that I had thought about walking through several times, I found the familiar big lake that surrounded half of the town.
Nan Dao stopped at the end of the stone path and looked back at the mountains that were once again obscured by clouds and mist.
Yes.
It’s really just a mountain.
Nan Dao walked out of the stone path. Cao Weiying was not under the peach tree. Sitting under the tree was Lu Xiaoer, with a sword on his knee and his eyes closed, not knowing what he was doing.
Lu Xiaosan disappeared.
Grass is firefly....
Cao Weiying should be sleeping in the sea of flowers nearby.
The sound of hissing was long and crisp, and he sounded like he was sleeping soundly.
Nan Dao didn't know what Lu Xiaoer was doing, so he couldn't disturb him, so he held an umbrella and waded through the sea of flowers, stopping next to Cao Weiying.
The young man in Qingshang lay happily on his back in the sea of flowers, holding the gourd in his hands and pressing it on his chest, as if he was afraid of being stolen. A lot of petals had fallen on his body, and it seemed that he had been sleeping for a long time.
How can you sleep so soundly!
Nan Dao sat down on the side with an umbrella, and looked at Cao Weiying sleeping so comfortably, which made him feel a little sleepy.
Of course Cao Weiying slept soundly. He had never slept so soundly since the swords that scared Dahu earlier.
If the Tianya Sword Sect knew that Cao Weiying had stolen so many of their swords, they would probably crawl out of their graves and give Cao Weiying a few blows.
But if Cao Weiying knew which idiot did this, he would probably have to beat him to death and drag him back from the River Styx and beat him to death again.
A thousand years, a thousand years.
The tinkling sounds at the bottom of the lake never stopped.
Nan Dao Mikusa was jealous of Hotaru sleeping so soundly, but she didn't wake him up. She just wandered around for a while, and then returned to the peach tree next to Sword Lake.
Lu Xiaoer sat with his sword across his knees and was focused on it. Even if he walked back and forth to Nandao twice, he still didn't wake it up.
Nan Dao initially thought he was sleeping, but took another look.
Um?
This kid has seen the light of day?
Even the sword intention was there, a faint sword intention stopped on the sword in his lap, and vitality surged around him.
Is he really a genius too?
Of course there are many geniuses in the world.
Naturally, Lu Xiaoer was not ranked.
Nan Dao looked at it suspiciously for a long time, then became curious again, where is Lu Xiaosan?
Of course Lu Xiaosan had nothing.
Lu Xiaoer practiced under the peach tree, and Lu Xiaosan was sent to the Sword Lake under pain.
At the beginning, this kid was quite novel.
Wow!
It turns out there is no one else.
Wow!
The sky is full of swords.
Wow!
Those swords were still coming towards him.
Wow!
How long will I have to carry it?
After being surprised, Lu Xiaosan finally realized this cruel fact.
No, I don't want it, I'm just a kid. I don’t want to be a great swordsman, I will starve to death here!
Lu Xiaosan hugged his baby and ran away without hearing the bell. Unfortunately, the water plants on the ground beneath him had blocked his way back. Lu Xiaosan dug hard at the ground, but it only took a long time, and there was no possibility of leaving.
And those swords followed relentlessly behind them, as if they were saying - dear little boy, what is my name!
Lu Xiaosan ran around on the mossy ground angrily.
No, I don’t want an endorsement!
Uncle Master, come and save me!
...
The story at the bottom of the lake was naturally not visible from Nandao. Although I had thought about going down to take a look, I was afraid that Lu Xiaosan would be so absorbed in reciting poems there that he would suddenly be frightened by his own appearance.
That is really a heinous crime!
Nan Dao was thinking this, but he didn't know that there was a sad little boy at the bottom of the lake, waiting for him to appear like an unparalleled hero on the colorful clouds. So I sat under the peach tree by the lake, waiting for Cao Weiying to wake up.
Cao Weiying slept soundly, so when she woke up, she was also very happy. She was so happy that she drank for a long time before stepping on the fallen flowers and walking to the lake.
Nan Dao was looking at the peach tree in trance.
"Why are you here again?"
Cao Weiying looked at Nan Dao and asked.
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer who was standing aside and said, "After all, I am their uncle, so I always have to come and take a look."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "It seems that I underestimated you. I thought I was just a senior brother, but I didn't expect that I would become a senior."
Nan Dao also laughed softly.
"What were you staring at this peach tree just now?" Cao Weiying thought of Nan Dao's actions just now and asked suspiciously.
"I built a small building with my junior brother on the mountain. I always felt that there was something wrong with it, so I wanted to see if I could move the peach tree."
"..."
The grass is silent for fireflies.
"You kid, you set your sights on my tree as soon as you came here? You dug up the tree, where will I sleep?"
"In the sea of flowers, didn't you sleep soundly?"
"There are bugs in there."
"There are also ones under the trees."
Cao Weiying was silent for a while and said, "Then when it grows a second one, you can dig it out again."
Nan Dao looked up at the tree full of peach blossoms, and saw through the ghost flower that looked like a firefly at a glance, and said: "It won't bear fruit, where can the second one come from?"
Cao Weiying just looked at Nandao quietly. After a long time, she slowly said: "Do you really want to dig it up?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "If you are willing..."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly, stood by the lake and drank wine, and said: "It doesn't matter whether I want it or not, this is your tree."
Nan Dao thought of that hazy dream.
In the dream, I seemed to be standing by the lake, and then Cao Weiying climbed on top of me, cutting with big scissors.
So I touched my ears subconsciously.
"I always feel that you are bluffing me." Nan Dao said.
Cao Weiying shrugged.
Nan Dao did not continue to struggle with the peach tree. Cao Weiying's attitude was very strange, which made him feel that there was a big problem.
So he looked at Lu Xiaoer and asked, "What is he doing?"
Cao Weiying looked back at the young boy sitting under the tree and said lightly: "I plan to teach him a sword."
"Is it also Drunken Sword?"
"no."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "That is the best sword in the world."
