That is the best sword in the world.
Nan Dao listened to Cao Weiying say this with a smile, but turned back to look at Lu Xiaoer blankly, and said in disbelief: "Is his talent really that good?"
However, to Nan Dao's surprise, Cao Weiying shook his head and said slowly: "His talent is not bad, but it is not good either."
"Then why do you let him learn what you said is the best sword in the world?"
Nan Dao couldn't understand it.
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "Have you ever seen people fighting on the avenue?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and remembered the battle he saw with the old swordsman of the Human Sword Sect at the top of Nanyi City.
So he nodded.
"I've seen it."
Cao Weiying said softly: "That's why people with good talent cannot learn this sword. If you have good talent, you will inevitably enter the avenue. Once you enter the avenue, if you stand too high, many things will easily escape your control. For example, you don't know when. Your accidental sword will fall into the world, causing unpredictable consequences."
In fact, for Lu Xiaoer, this was an extremely cruel sentence.
In those understatement words, it was already destined that he would not be able to enter the avenue.
Fortunately, he can't hear now, otherwise when he was still a teenager, he would have known the fate that could be seen at a glance.
It is undoubtedly a desperate thing.
Nan Dao asked in confusion: "Aren't you going to be a gift to the world?"
Cao Weiying said calmly: "No one should be polite to this sword. The whole world will punish you when they see it."
Nan Dao finally understood something. He looked at Cao Weiying blankly and said, "The unique skill of Mojianya is the best in the world?"
"Yes."
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at the young boy sitting quietly by the lake for a long time.
The human thread appears only once in the human world.
That time, Emperor Huai who once broke through the River Styx almost died there.
This is a sword that only exists in the rumors of sword cultivators in the world.
But in the future, maybe it will be shown to the world again in the hands of this young boy.
"What did you teach him to do with this sword? Who do you want him to kill in the world?"
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying in confusion and asked.
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "Such a sword cannot really disappear in the world. I originally planned to teach you, but Nan Dao, your way up is too long, so I dare not teach you. , so I had to teach the boy you sent me."
On the eaves of the small town, Cao Weiying said with a smile - It's great to learn swordsmanship, do you want me to teach you?
This statement is certainly true.
Unfortunately, after all, there are too many worries in the world.
So in the end, Cao Weiying just taught Nan Dao the drunken sword.
"As for who he wants to kill," Cao Weiying said softly while drinking, "it depends on you."
Silence fell on the edge of the sword lake. Nan Dao looked up at the peach blossoms flying all over the lake and said with a wry smile: "You are really indifferent. You taught him this sword, and all the pressure came on me." , I haven’t even understood myself yet, so I have to worry about what kind of person such a young boy will become in the future. Grass is a firefly, grass is a firefly, you really deserve to die!"
Cao Weiying was scolded, but she still laughed.
The two stood by the lake and watched for a long time. Lu Xiaoer was still immersed in his own divine sea.
"Where did Chen He go?" Nan Dao asked, looking at Cao Weiying.
Cao Weiying tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said: "I don't know, he probably sells tofu somewhere in the world and lives a happy life. He hasn't been here for a long time. He did come here once a few months ago and asked me where did you go."
"What did you say?"
"I said that after you die, every April, remember to burn some paper for you."
"...Is he serious?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "He is not a fool."
The implication is that Nan Dao is probably a fool.
Nan Dao suddenly stood there speechless.
In the skylight of the cloud cliffs in the distance, there were several sword lights flashing through, which should have come from the human world. Suddenly, they submerged into the big lake - quite a feeling of being a thief.
It should be the swords that Nandao forgot in Luofeng Canyon.
"Are those the swords that left before? Will they come back on their own?"
Nan Dao asked curiously.
Cao Weiying sighed and said: "Yes, if no one takes them and tempers them with sword intent, they will slip back. After all, it is better to be outside than inside."
Nan Dao remembered what Cao Weiying had said when he gave Parrot Island to him - they were too noisy and always fighting.
Finally I understand why Cao Weiying is so keen on giving away the sword.
"But it's fine now." Cao Weiying smiled happily, "Finally someone came to remember their names. They were afraid of being taken out, so they stayed at the bottom of the lake honestly. It was rare that they had a good sleep today. Sleep!"
Nan Dao was silent.
After a while, there was some movement at the bottom of the lake.
Then the young boy Lu Xiaosan crawled out from the bottom of the lake in embarrassment. As soon as he saw Nan Dao, he cried loudly: "Uncle, take me away quickly. I can't finish carrying it. I can't finish carrying it at all!"
Lu Xiaoer was also woken up by Lu Xiaosan's cries and howls. When he opened his eyes, he thought something had happened. He pulled out his sword and looked at Lu Xiaosan, who looked helpless and fell into the trap. meditation.
"What happened?" Lu Xiaoer looked confused.
At that time, he and Lu Xiaosan walked to the cliff together, stopped there and did not dare to move forward, and then were swept down by a gust of sword wind.
Then he appeared in this weird human world.
Lu Xiaoer called it Tianya Town.
Since the swords of the Tianya Sword Sect are all here, it is naturally called Tianya Town.
Then, they saw the young man in Qingshang who was about the same age as their uncle.
The young man looked at the two of them with a smile. He originally wanted them to go to the bottom of the lake together, but for some reason, he changed his mind and only let Lu Xiaosan go, while Lu Xiaoer was left under the tree. Let him break through the situation first.
Then, he was awakened by Lu Xiaosan's howling ghostly voice.
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaosan in front of him at this time. He thought of the long sword that filled the lake, and probably felt Lu Xiaosan's pain. He said with a strange expression: "It's nothing. Maybe your junior brother is tired."
"oh."
Cao Weiying was drinking wine at the side and said with a smile: "You can go back, just remember to come back tomorrow."
Lu Xiaosan looked at Cao Weiying's smiling face and said angrily: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. I'll come back tomorrow. I, Lu Xiaosan, am a dog!"
Cao Weiying just smiled and walked towards the town while drinking. She was probably almost finished drinking and was looking for someone to get a drink.
Nan Dao thought about the stories after leaving the cliff, and said with a soft smile: "Okay, tomorrow won't come."
Lu Xiaoer was a little confused and said, "It's quite nice here!"
Maybe the joys and sorrows of the world are never the same.
The three of them walked through the stone path and climbed up the cliff. Then they stepped out and appeared on the high mountain cliff in the south of Lingnan.
"Really, Uncle Master, I will definitely not go there tomorrow. You can trick Uncle Musician into coming here. He likes to make music anyway."
Nan Dao just smiled and said, "Okay."
Probably He Caowei Yingle Chaotian and the others learned bad things.
The three of them went down the mountain.
Until you reach the place where you can see the cliff when you look up.
Lu Xiaosan rubbed his head, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Where did we go just now, uncle?"
Nan Dao looked up at the cliff and said softly: "Fishing."
"Where's the fish?"
"Didn't catch it."
Lu Xiaosan finally remembered something, patted his head, and said solemnly: "Uncle Master, fishing is good, but you can't miss the business. I want to go to the end of the world you mentioned to recite poems and become a great swordsman!"
Saying this, he started to walk back.
Nan Dao grabbed him and said, "It's too late today, let's go tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow..." Lu Xiaosan hesitated. He was extremely looking forward to it, and he was a little impatient to see what the sword that the Tianya Sword Sect had thrown in a thousand years ago looked like. He just looked up at the sky - he thought Nan Dao was looking at the sky.
It's really late. And I'm very hungry, so I have to go back and see if the senior sister has prepared a meal.
So he had no choice but to nod his head and said, "Okay, let's go tomorrow."
The same is true for Lu Xiaoer.
The three of them walked on the mountain path in the gloomy twilight.
"Uncle Master."
"Um?"
"Why do I feel a little dizzy, and there are some strange sentences in my head?"
"Oh, that's because you are about to embark on the road to becoming a great swordsman, and it is caused by the popularity of poetry."
"So that's it, I can't wait to memorize the poem!"
...
Wu Dalong failed to catch up with the old man in the end.
In the green mountains at dusk, the old man was like some dead leaves falling from a high place, blending into it and never being seen again.
So he came back dejectedly and sat at the mountain gate, just like the old man does today.
Wu Dalong's expression was a bit complicated, as if half of him was happy because the Tianya Sword Sect's sword was finally found, while half of him was sad for his master's sudden departure.
I didn't even have time to pick a few cabbages that were growing happily for my master.
Of course it’s not just Chinese cabbage.
But at that moment, he could only think of Xiaobaicai.
It was probably like every time he walked a long mountain road and went back to help his family with the fields, and when he got up before dawn to go back to Jianzong, his mother would rush over with her clothes on.
Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Wait a moment. I'll get you two persimmons to eat on the way.
Chinese cabbage and persimmons are naturally the same.
Always find a reason to stay a little longer.
Wu Dalong sat there with a sigh.
Lu Xiaoxiao also came over, holding a few swords in his hands that he had stolen from the Tianya Sword Sect when Wu Dalong was not around.
When the whole green mountain was echoing Wu Dalong's shouts.
Lu Xiaoxiao knew what happened.
That old man really left so simply!
Lu Xiaoxiao sat down next to Wu Dalong, holding the sword in his arms and thinking sadly.
Then he bumped Wu Dalong's shoulder and asked, "Have you caught up with him?"
Wu Dalong sighed and said: "No, probably because he is afraid that you will come after him to collect debts."
Wu Dalong, who was always very busy on weekdays and seldom joked, started to joke at this time.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked down at the stolen swords in his arms, thought about it, and stuffed them into Wu Dalong's arms.
"Forget it, you should keep these swords for yourself. When you are really developed in the future, it will not be too late to return them." Lu Xiaoxiao said sincerely.
Wu Dalong didn't say anything, just nodded.
He naturally knew that Lu Xiaoxiao was going to steal the sword, so after receiving a beating, he climbed up the canyon to find Nan Dao.
But what's the point?
Wu Dalong didn't know why, but he suddenly thought about this.
The people who lost their swords are gone, so what’s the point of striking iron by yourself?
The cabbage grown can only be used by Le Chaotian to make hot pot.
Wu Dalong was a little uninterested, so he wanted to imitate the old man's example, sighing and spreading his hands.
It's a pity that he didn't feel as sad as the old man in waiting for a long time.
So the imitation is very poor.
So he was knocked on the head by Lu Xiaoxiao.
"What are you showing your hands to? Do you think you are a little bear?"
Wu Dalong turned to look at Lu Xiaoxiao, wondering if Tanshou had something to do with Little Bear?
But looking at Lu Xiaoxiao's vicious expression, he still didn't ask.
"I was just thinking that if Master gets hungry on the road, it might make him feel better if he brings two small cabbages with him."
Lu Xiaoxiao retracted his hand, turned to look at the dusk that was about to sink completely, and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. I wanted to comfort Wu Dalong, but looking at him sighing, I felt a headache.
So he stood up and walked towards the mountain.
"I don't care about you anymore. Just sit here. When the time comes and you freeze to death, I will ask the second and third servants to go to the head of the Tianya Sword Sect, take away your family property, and spread your ashes."
Lu Xiaoxiao scolded Wu Dalong heartily while walking on the stone steps.
Wu Dalong sat there and listened, but he laughed.
Of course Lu Xiaoxiao would not do such a thing.
Probably because he felt much better after being scolded by her, Wu Dalong followed him holding the swords.
"Then I will ask Junior Brother Le to snatch your position as the leader of the Little White Sword Sect."
"you dare!"
"..."
The two of them walked all the way up, and then stopped on the mountain road at the same time, looking back at the direction where the old man left.
The night there is swallowing up the last twilight.
"Do you think that after the old man leaves, will he want to taste the cabbages in the vegetable field? After all, he has never eaten any of them after growing them for so many years."
Wu Dalong asked slowly.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and said, "Maybe. Maybe when he was walking in a certain vegetable market in the human world and buying vegetables, he would brag to others that your cabbage is not good. When I was in the mountains, I had a disciple. , his name is Wu Dalong, and the pak choi he grows—the best pak choi in the world!"
The two laughed and walked towards the mountain.
Tianya Sword Sect has a new sect leader.
There is also a new beginning.
So the old, repetitive and monotonous stories will gradually be forgotten by this green mountain.
...
Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan went back to Xiaobai Sword Sect.
Nan Dao and Le Chaotian stood on the small building and looked down.
There are a lot of pine logs piled downstairs.
The woman in red, Qingjiao, was sitting on a rock at the mouth of the dim canyon, quietly peeling off the bark of the tree with the sword in her hand.
After arriving here, it became normal. It was not what Nan Dao imagined. The sword was so powerful that it was all cut there in a blink of an eye.
It's probably the kind of thing that requires proficiency.
The people of the East China Sea Sword Sect are naturally not as good at everything as the people of the Lingnan Sword Sect.
Not to mention being as proficient in everything in the world as the diligent Wu Dalong.
So this work was carried out very slowly.
It looks a bit desolate.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Junior brother, why don't you allow her to live in the small building?"
Le Chaotian casually swayed the gourd silk around her waist and said with a chuckle: "Because she looks too cold. When such a person appears in some situations, it is easy to make the atmosphere bad. If she can let go of that cold look She looks aloof and arrogant, it doesn't matter where she lives. But for you, senior brother, she said she was entrusted by Ting Feng Yin to protect you, why do you still treat others like this?"
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and said calmly: "Because junior brother doesn't like her. Also, she didn't tell me why."
Le Chaotian chuckled softly, put down the cucurbit in his hand, looked up at the money bags above his head, stretched out his hand to fiddle with it, and listened to the swaying sounds. He seemed to be in a good mood and said, "Senior brother, actually you only need to say the previous sentence That’s it.”
"..."
Nan Dao was silent.
Le Chaotian chuckled and said, "Senior brother, you must remember that only by taking your junior brother's ideas as the guide, you are a qualified senior brother."
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian, who used his junior brother's name to play rogue every day, sighed and said, "What if junior brother wants senior brother to die?"
"Why would junior brother want senior brother to die?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "I used to have a friend who liked to read biographies, and there were many plots like this in it."
Le Chaotian nodded and said thoughtfully: "It's such a great imagination. I never thought about killing my senior brother. I'll give it a try next time."
"..."
Le Chaotian looked at the speechless Nan Dao, laughed again, and said seriously: "Of course I am joking, junior brother will naturally not want senior brother to die. Unless he is no longer junior brother. I have heard stories like that. I said it, but when something like that happens, they can't be described as senior brothers."
Nan Dao listened to Le Chaotian's words, pondered for a while, and said: "So in fact, the relationship in the world is eternal when it exists, and it always abides by the sincerity of all emotions and principles. The so-called exceptional things are nothing more than those that no longer exist. That relationship.”
"Breaking exception is a word that does not exist." Le Chaotian said with a smile, "It's just a momentary thought between existence and non-existence."
Nan Dao looked up at the sky where the moon was no longer visible and there were only many stars, and said softly: "Such a topic seems a bit heavy."
Le Chaotian leaned on the railing, lazily blowing the dying autumn wind, and said with a smile: "I just sighed suddenly."
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian for a long time, chuckled and said, "Junior brother seems to have stories too."
"Hesuozhi, the old man, has a story, Lu Xiaosan also has a story, everyone has a story. When you are alive in the world, you will have a story. When you hear the first exclamation when you are born, the story begins, until the time of death, and finally A grain of dust that was kicked up fell on the grave, and maybe the story would end." Le Chaotian looked up at the sky, "Everything in the world is a story."
"Indeed."
"So senior brother."
"Um?"
"Can you tell this story?"
"I have no idea."
