As autumn comes to an end, Le Chaotian begins to look forward to the snow all day long.
Of course it’s not snow that I’m looking forward to.
But hot pot.
Since I said at the beginning that I wanted to have hot pot during the winter snow, then even if I eat it the day before it snows.
Not to mention one day, one moment in advance, one breath in advance, is a kind of blasphemy to that hot pot.
It's a pity that Fengqiling is more southerly, and the snow that can make Le Chaotian enjoy a cabbage and vermicelli hotpot is destined to take a long time to come.
But Lu Xiaowu still goes to the lake every day to carry the name of the sword on his back.
Well, after all, if you go again, you will be a dog.
But the only thing that puzzled him was why he was delayed due to various things every day, either walking halfway to go fishing or getting lost while walking. However, he became more and more tired, but the poetry in his mind became more and more exciting. .
And isn’t Lu Xiaoer fishing with him every day?
When did you hit the mountain?
Lu Xiaosan's little head was filled with doubts.
It's a pity that he asked everyone and didn't get an answer.
The house of the woman in red, Qingjiao, was built. It was a small wooden house in the shape of a box. This surprised everyone. After all, no one from Nandao went to help. She just sat at the mouth of the canyon, peeling. The house is built of wood. They even patiently laid a lot of pine boards underneath, which made the house look like a 'box' rather than a 'joint'.
But it's not like I ignored it completely.
For example, Lu Xiaoyi would sometimes bring her some water, and from time to time he would drop drawings that looked like ghost drawings. I don't know if it was Lu Xiaoyi's intention. What Wu Dalong meant should be impossible. If this thirty-five-year-old man wanted to help, he wouldn't beat around the bush like this, and the senior brother should use his junior brother's ideas as a guide.
So the old man was just planting vegetables diligently, and then striking iron, but now he was the one throwing the sword in.
However, compared to before, Wu Dalong is more motivated.
After all, if you throw in more swords, the Tianya Sword Sect will become stronger in the future.
Wu Dalong was not very good at naming swords, so he would often come up to him with his sword and ask Le Chaotian to name him.
Le Chaotian also happily engraved the names in those songs.
Something like Feng Liushuai, Luhua, Tingzhou, etc.
One time, I even took a green pepper when I looked at the woman in red downstairs who was quietly looking at the drawings to build a house.
It's just that he regretted it after taking it out. It wasn't that he was afraid that Qingjiao would hit him, but he just felt that he was at a loss. If Tianya Sword Sect becomes the leader of swordsmanship in the future, wouldn't it be helping Donghai Sword Sect spread its reputation?
Unfortunately, it was too late to regret, Wu Dalong had already sent the sword to the end of the world.
However, Le Chaotian thought of something very interesting.
If it is true as Qingjiao said, someone is coming to murder Nan Dao.
Then, in a desperate situation, Nan Dao called out not only the people, but also the sword.
As Le Chaotian spoke, he looked at the woman downstairs and smiled.
Perhaps hearing the voice here, Qingjiao turned back and glanced calmly upstairs, and Le Chaotian obediently shut up.
And Lu Xiaoxiao.
Lu Xiaoxiao.
It’s been a long time since I practiced sword practice.
In fact, I haven't practiced since I came back from Nanyi City.
The little white flower that she spent her entire youth blooming in the divine sea has withered.
So I no longer wanted to open it up.
He was just busy in the Little White Sword Sect, cooking, washing, and cleaning the courtyard and paths for the five little ones.
The sword that she had fought with at the top of Nanyi City had some rust when it was pulled out from under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree by Lu Xiaosi.
Although it was later sent to Wu Dalong's sword-making platform for another beating, it probably would never have that kind of shine again.
The light shines on Lu Xiaoer's Xiwu and Lu Xiaosan's Unheard Bell.
Also on the peach blossoms of the South Island and the happy butterfly love flowers.
Nan Dao and Le Chaotian sometimes went to Xiaobai Sword Sect to see Lu Xiaoxiao. They saw this thirty-year-old woman sitting comfortably on a small stool under the osmanthus tree, smiling and looking at the swordsman who was practicing. Five little ones.
So the two of them returned to Luofeng Canyon with great regret.
Le Chaotian and Nan Dao are also making rapid progress.
At the beginning of October, Le Chaotian was able to penetrate twenty fallen leaves, and Nandao was already very close to what Qiu Xi'er had mentioned as the beginning of the world's fastest sword - the most he ever passed through was ninety with one sword. A fallen leaf.
It was a windy evening.
Thousands of fallen leaves were flying throughout the canyon.
Nan Dao stabbed out with his sword, but it left a blank space among the fallen leaves.
It was like someone had wiped a clean stroke in the twilight that was covered with fallen leaves.
Le Chaotian was sitting under the maple tree, looking at the clouds in the sky through the blank space, and then he saw the woman in red outside the canyon turning her head in surprise and quietly looking at the man holding the umbrella under the umbrella. The young man standing with the sword, and the maple leaves burning on the sword.
It wasn't until the second strong wind came that Le Chao finally heard the words falling into the canyon through the twilight leaves - What a sword!
Of course, senior brother's sword is a good sword.
Le Chaotian sat under the tree very proudly, as if he had thrust out the sword.
Otherwise, why would I learn swordsmanship from my senior brother, instead of learning from you, a man who dresses in warm clouds and lives far away in the cold mountains?
After that sword strike, Qingjiao and Nan Dao tried their sword again.
In that sword test, Nan Dao still lost.
But his sword intention has reached the white-clothed realm.
The sword comes out one mile away, and within ten miles, it is white.
Although this realm comes from the name of a certain cliff master of Mojian Cliff many years ago.
But the sword cultivator in the world still gave it another interpretation.
The sword will travel ten miles, and the clothes will not be stained with blood.
It's for white clothes.
One mile of white clothes, ten miles of sloping bridge, hundreds of miles of green lotus, thousands of miles of cliff masters, the sword in front of you and the peace of the world, this is to sit and guard the world.
After sitting in the human world for decades, Jingpotian left in one day.
It's for Tsing Yi.
Starting from white clothes and ending in green clothes.
This is the way of the sword that Mo Jian Ya left to the world.
What about inclined bridges?
Le Chaotian was sincerely thinking about Qingjiao and asking for advice.
Riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge, the building is full of red sleeves.
Naturally, he is well-known among young people.
Then Qinglian wandered around the world.
Until the cliff owner returns to the mountain.
Le Chaotian listened to Qingjiao's interpretation and rarely clapped his hands and smiled in front of the woman in red.
It's really wonderful.
Qingjiao just sat calmly in front of the wooden house.
What's so wonderful about you?
That's your senior brother's business.
Le Chaotian is confident and confident.
Senior brother is wonderful, so of course junior brother is also wonderful. If senior brother is poor, junior brother will also have to look sad.
After a brief exchange of words, the two parted ways again.
So Qingjiao is probably preparing to wander around the world?
No one on the mountain knew it.
So the time came to the fifth day of October in the year 103 of the Dafeng Calendar.
.......
Nan Dao sat down under Xiaolou's money bag with a sword on his back and an umbrella, with pen and ink in front of him.
Probably he is writing to his husband again.
Le Chaotian was playing music at the side and secretly glanced at the pensive young man.
Nan Dao wrote much faster this time, and his handwriting became more beautiful. During this period of time, Nan Dao was not only practicing swordsmanship, but also studying and practicing calligraphy seriously.
Le Chaotian sneaked over and took a look. This time he wrote very smoothly——
Sir, I still miss you today.
Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and it is also the day I entered Taoism, so I will take advantage of today to write some trivial matters to my husband.
A sword cultivator from the East China Sea came to the mountains, named Qingjiao. I wonder if Sir has heard of her name.
I'm ashamed that I lost to her twice.
I won't lose next time, sir.
I don’t know if it has snowed here, sir, but it hasn’t snowed here in Lingnan yet. I hope the snow will come soon, because my junior brother has been clamoring for hot pot all day long.
...
This is the third letter I have written to my husband. But I haven't received a reply from my husband, which sometimes makes me feel a little disappointed.
Sir, if you are not busy, can you reply to me?
Thinking of you again, sir.
South Island.
...
After Le Chaotian finished reading it secretly, he scratched his head and sat back down in confusion.
Ever since I suddenly added the sentence "The moonlight is beautiful tonight" last time, my senior brother's writing seems to have become more and more charming.
When did he become so good at writing love letters?
Is he really a genius?
Le Chaotian turned to look at the boy who was folding the letter paper seriously, and suddenly felt as if he had met him too late.
If only he had met his senior brother earlier... he would still be lonely.
Le Chaotian sighed deeply.
Nan Dao folded the letter paper and put it in his arms, then walked over, carried the large bag of money behind Le Chaotian, and went downstairs.
"Senior brother, are you going to send a letter?"
Le Chaotian looked at Nan Dao and asked.
Although this question seems a bit redundant.
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Yes, junior brother, do you want to go too?"
Le Chaotian shook his head and said, "No, I was just thinking that senior brother could ask Hongdou downstairs to help deliver it."
Although he knew her name was Qingjiao, Le Chaotian sometimes just liked to call her Hongdou.
Nan Dao looked down at the corner of the letter in his arms. He didn't know what he thought of. He smiled shyly and said, "It would be better to be more sincere in sending it yourself. Besides, are you familiar with her?"
Le Chaotian listened to Nan Dao's words about sincerity and said with a smile: "Best regards, senior brother."
Nan Dao then walked downstairs holding an umbrella.
Just when he started walking on the mountain path, he heard footsteps coming up from behind him. Nan Dao thought he was happy and said with a smile without looking back, "Junior brother, why did you change your mind again?"
The person behind him was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "I am not your junior brother."
It was a cold female voice.
Nan Dao turned around and saw Qingjiao, dressed in red, holding a sword and standing on the mountain road.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Qingjiao said calmly: "What are you going to do?"
"Send a letter."
Qingjiao walked over with her sword in her arms, stopped behind Nan Dao, and said, "I'll go with you."
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and looked at her for a long time, then asked, "Why?"
"I heard from Senior Feng Yin that there might be danger in the mountains and asked me to protect you. Since you want to go out, I will naturally follow you." Qingjiao said very calmly.
"good."
Nan Dao didn't say anything else. He held an umbrella, turned around, and continued walking down the mountain.
Probably because there was nothing going on today, when Nan Dao walked through the mountain gate, he saw Wu Dalong sitting on the steps again, wondering what he was thinking.
"Senior brother."
Nan Dao called Wu Dalong.
The latter turned around in surprise and was a little confused when he saw Nan Dao and Qingjiao approaching.
"What are you going to do?"
"Go and listen to the letter sent by Feng Xi."
"oh."
Wu Dalong glanced at Qingjiao again, and probably understood something. He nodded with a smile and said, "Go, remember to come back early and don't delay on the way. I heard that there are some weird people in Lingnan recently."
"Well, okay, see you later, senior brother."
Nan Dao nodded and walked past.
After entering October, those mountains slowly turned green and yellow. Even if some trees are evergreen all year round, it is difficult to cover up the more withered colors.
The morning dew in the mountains has not dried yet, and there may be frost in a few days.
Nan Dao was thinking as he walked with a bag of money on his back.
The woman in red's calm voice sounded beside her.
"You seem to like walking to catch up." Qingjiao said.
Nan Dao said calmly: "Is it strange to walk?"
Qingjiao looked at Nan Dao quietly and said, "It's not surprising, it's just that we are practitioners, sword cultivators, and have the fastest way to travel in the world."
"I've only heard of people walking on earth, but I've never heard of people flying on earth. That means people are still mainly about walking."
"Are you a human being?"
"do not you?"
Qingjiao fell silent, and then said softly: "Yes."
So the topic of walking ended in a hurry.
Of course, walking is not just a normal label for the world.
It can also be a gesture of sincerity.
It would be a little weird if the sword light crossed the green mountain all the way and then handed the letter to Lingling Pavilion.
But leaving is different.
The young man got up early in the morning, sat upstairs and blew in the wind, and wrote a letter seriously to the gentleman far away.
Then I picked up my luggage, stepped on the October wind and fallen leaves, climbed over the green mountains and green waters, and went to a far away place to hand the letter to the messenger, and then waited for it to be sent to a farther place. So amid those endless expectations, I waited with longing for a reply.
The sun in the world has always become very slow, and so does the pace of walking on the green mountains.
A quickie in the story.
It was actually a lot of long waiting.
Nan Dao just thought like this, and there was no woman beside him to explain these things.
So we climbed all the way over the green mountains, passed by many Jianzong Mountain Gates, and stopped by the Tingfeng Stream.
Nan Dao had already been to Tingfengjian Sect once, so Tingfengyin did not take him to the top of the mountain this time. He just smiled and nodded expectantly, and then continued to talk to others about the wind in the world.
The green peppers stayed.
So Nan Dao went up to the Fenglai Cliff alone.
After crossing the hanging bridge between the cliffs, we stopped in front of Lingluo Pavilion. Some disciples must have heard the news and stood waiting outside the pavilion with their swords on their backs very politely. Then they refused the bag of money from Nan Dao.
"Senior brother's affairs are Lingnan's affairs."
The young disciple of Tingfeng Sword Sect said with a smile.
Nan Dao said softly: "Thank you."
Then turned and left.
"It's still a thousand feet down the cliff. It's too high to go up."
"Uh-huh."
...
When I returned to Tingfeng Creek, Qingjiao was standing quietly by the stream, listening to Feng Yin talking about some interesting things in the world.
Seeing Nan Dao coming back, Qingjiao also left the stream.
"Are you going anywhere else?"
Nan Dao glanced at the streamside. Probably nothing major happened in the world, so Ting Feng Yin was chatting and laughing, and he didn't have the airs of a sword cultivator at all.
However, Nan Dao suddenly remembered something, walked towards Ting Feng Yin, bowed and asked two questions.
One is the whereabouts of Zhang Xiaoyu, and the other is the news of Qingtian Dao.
It's just that there is no news about the two things Nan Dao asked.
So Ting Feng Yin naturally had no answer for him.
Nan Dao then carried the bag of money and continued to go back.
Qingjiao followed him, glanced at Nandao several times, and then slowly asked: "Why are you asking about Shanhe Temple and Qingtian Dao?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "This should have nothing to do with you."
Qingjiao said calmly: "It's inexplicable that you ask without asking about the sword. It's always easy for people to think that you want to switch to Taoism."
In fact, this sentence is not accurate.
In the final analysis, except for the witches and ghosts in the world, all the practices in the world are just cultivating the Tao.
"I also asked about the sword."
"Will the world still recognize Zhang Xiaoyu as a sword cultivator?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "If you don't admit it, it has nothing to do with me."
"Why?"
"He is my senior brother."
Qingjiao fell silent.
Before that battle, Zhang Xiaoyu was the senior brother of many sword cultivators in the world.
But after many stories happened, Zhang Xiaoyu was just a disciple of Shanhe Guanshan Sect.
That dispute was just a dispute between the Shan Sect and the Guan Sect of Shanhe Temple.
Qingjiao said nothing more, and the two of them walked quietly towards the Tianya Sword Sect.
It’s just that maybe I’ve only walked it once, and it’s still the path that Le Chaotian led.
When we went back, Nandao took the wrong mountain trail.
After walking for a long time, I didn't realize something was wrong until I saw the stone tablet inscribed with the Lame Deer Sword Sect in front of the mountain gate.
I shouldn't have passed by here.
It's just that Nan Dao didn't know where he went wrong. After thinking about it, he decided to move forward and see if he could find someone to ask.
The mountain is huge and seems to be very noisy.
Qingjiao on the side raised his eyebrows and said, "It turns out that there is such a place for cultivating demons in Lingnan."
Nan Dao looked back at Qingjiao in surprise, only to see Qingjiao say calmly: "I heard that the Demon Lord died in Fengqiling a thousand years ago. His body was a lame deer. This place is also called the Lame Deer Sword Sect, and The surrounding demon aura is strong, so it can only be a place for little demon sword cultivation."
If the evil spirit was so strong a thousand years ago, it would probably be a place of considerable disputes.
But now it is Dafeng calendar thousand and three years.
All Souls' Day has been held countless times, so naturally something like this won't happen.
"Senior sister is right."
A young man's voice came from under the mountain gate in the distance. Of course, since this is a place where demon cultivators gather, it doesn't matter whether he is a young man or not.
Just look at it.
Nan Dao turned around and found that sitting on a tree under the mountain gate was a young man in orange clothes who was smiling and neatly groomed.
"Are you lost?" The young demon sat on the branch of the ancient mountain gate tree and swayed his legs, looking at the two of them and asked.
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Where should Tianya Sword Sect go?"
The young demon looked at the two Nandao people in surprise and said: "It turns out that you are from the Shuipiao Sword Sect. Sorry, I made a mistake. You are from the Tianya Sword Sect. Then go back two steps on the road you came from. Then just go to the other side."
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, we are all relatives in Lingnan." The young man sat on the branch, lay back against the trunk, and said with a smile.
Nan Dao turned and left.
Before leaving, Qingjiao looked at the young man and said, "What are you doing here, watching the wind?"
The young demon raised his head, looked at the October sky, and smiled melancholy softly.
"I'm waiting for someone."
