Nan Dao may be wondering whether his husband has received the second letter, or when the third letter will be delivered.
So he didn't hear the simple conversation that followed.
Otherwise, you might think of some stories about Nanyi City.
For example, how a certain little demon rat was melancholy talking about the past.
But since I didn't hear it, it was just a wind that had never blown by my ears.
Nan Dao didn't ask Qingjiao what he was doing when he stayed behind for a while. He held an umbrella and carried money, turned back amid the sound of clattering, and then walked back on the right road.
The two walked for a long time and finally saw the familiar mountain peaks and canyons.
It was still early, so Nan Dao was not in a hurry. He walked slowly, then looked at Qingjiao aside, and said slowly: "Why did you agree to Senior Ting Feng Yin's request?"
"That's my business." Qingjiao said very calmly.
Nan Dao chuckled softly and said: "Of course I know it's your business, but it's not just your business. If you want to stay in Luofeng Canyon, and we can't defeat you, there's nothing you can do, but at least you have to know something. reason."
Perhaps because the letter was sent, Nan Dao was in a good mood, so even though the woman beside him looked cold, he was still smiling.
But Le Chaotian is right.
A cold person like this can easily make the atmosphere very bad.
So when Qingjiao walked on the mountain road holding her sword, letting the winter wind blow her red clothes into chaos, she didn't speak for a long time.
Nan Dao's smile also disappeared.
Just walking quietly.
It wasn't until they reached the stone steps of the mountain gate that Qingjiao said calmly: "Because I want to kill someone, and he is hiding. Senior Ting Feng Yin may know his whereabouts."
When Nan Dao heard these familiar words, he remembered something from a long time ago. He was silent for a long time and asked, "Who are you going to kill?"
Qingjiao said calmly: "Why do you ask this?"
Nan Dao walked up the stone steps with a smile and said softly: "I was afraid that you would wait until the end to tell me that the person you want to kill is named Nan Dao."
Qingjiao frowned and looked at the young man walking towards the mountain gate carrying a large bag of money. He always felt that at that moment, he seemed a little sad.
But Qingjiao didn't ask about the story behind it, and just said slowly: "No, his name is..."
Qingjiao didn't finish her words. The boy holding the black umbrella didn't care who she wanted to kill.
So when the word 'no' was uttered in the wind, Nan Dao calmly said: "That's good."
So Qingjiao didn't say any more, she held her sword and looked back at the rolling green hills, and then also walked up the stone steps.
The two of them didn't find Wu Dalong renovating the stone slabs on the mountain path until they reached the back of the mountain gate.
"Senior brother, why did you do this suddenly?"
Wu Dalong raised his head and looked at Nandao and said with a smile: "This small road has not been repaired for many years. It looks a bit unattractive. Let me do it, lest many disciples come in the future and see these missing heads." Young Wei’s stone steps underestimate our Sword Sect.”
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "It really needs a good renovation. Do you need help?"
Wu Dalong immersed himself in his work, waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, junior brother, please go back to the canyon."
"okay."
Nan Dao walked over holding an umbrella.
Qingjiao held her sword and said calmly: "People from the Sword Sect don't practice swords. They spend their days either watering vegetables or forging iron, or they are busy with trivial matters like this here. Southern sword cultivators...Lingnan sword cultivators are indeed not promising."
When Nan Dao heard that Qing Jiao originally planned to beat the entire southern sword cultivator to death with a stick, he just remembered the human sword sect who was playing cards in Nanyi City, so he changed his mind temporarily. He couldn't help but feel a little funny, so he looked at her and said: "You are no longer from Donghai since you left Donghai?"
Qingjiao raised her eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "It's not interesting. When you go up the mountain, you can be called a mountain person, but you are also a mountain person. When you leave the world, you can be called a heaven person, but you are also a human being. After practicing the sword... there is even a personal character on the sword. , look up at the sky and forget that you are still on the ground?"
The long sword in Qingjiao's arms whistled softly, and the fallen leaves were blown away in all directions by the mountain wind.
Nan Dao was thinking about the first beginning, the first night in Nanyi City and Xuanxuyuan.
What Mr. Mei said to him - as a practitioner goes up, he doesn't care about the world.
He thought it was wrong before, because what he saw was that those great cultivators in the world were still living like the common people.
But now I know.
It is indeed the case.
What I saw was just gentlemen, just the human sword sect, and the Lingnan sword sect.
So he faced the sword wind all over the mountain and the woman in red who had been defeated twice without any chance of fighting back. He said calmly: "It turns out that it's not just my junior brother who doesn't like you, I do too."
After Nan Dao finished speaking, he held an umbrella and headed towards the mountain, carrying a bag of money that clattered with the ups and downs of his shoulders.
Qingjiao stood on the mountain path in silence for a long time.
The sword was not unsheathed.
...
The day Nan Dao returned from delivering the letter.
Qingjiao stood on the mountain road for a long time.
Maybe he was looking at the mountain gate and wondering what the difference was between the inside and the outside.
Maybe I am looking at this mountain and wondering whether I am a mountain person or a mountain person.
Maybe he was looking at his sword to see if there was really a character on it.
So when she came back the next day, she brought a broom and swept away the fallen leaves and debris around her wooden house.
Take the shadow of the small building where the first ray of skylight falls in the morning as the boundary.
On the other side of the shadow, there were green peppers with fallen leaves, but they didn't even look at them.
Le Chaotian, who rarely got up early, saw this scene before he started playing a little tune. Then he chuckled to Nan Dao and said, "She learned very quickly. Not only did she learn to sweep the floor, but she also learned how to sweep the door by herself." It’s snowing before, don’t worry about the frost on other people’s tiles.”
Nan Dao has been cultivating his sword intent in the corridor, and naturally he has been watching it all morning.
He said softly: "Perhaps it was already possible, but I just forgot on purpose?"
Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment, then looked at Nan Dao and said with a smile: "Senior brother can already think of things that I can't think of."
Nan Dao thought to himself that I am not stupid.
I'm just a teenager, just immature.
I'm not stupid.
Even if you are really stupid, you can still learn a lot of things slowly.
Nan Dao didn't speak, so Le Chaotian looked at the water vapor that quickly dissipated in the air as he spoke, and said with great anticipation: "Brother, we are getting closer to that hot pot."
Nan Dao was silent.
But Le Chaotian became distressed again.
"How long will it take for Hongdou to leave? If we really eat hot pot by then, should we call her or not?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, this was indeed a very serious question.
The two thought for a long time, then looked at each other in confusion, then looked downstairs at Qingjiao, who was sitting quietly on the wooden corridor blowing in the wind. After looking for a long time, they still had no answer, so they sat upstairs and stared at each other.
In the end, they simply gave up and carried their swords on their backs and went to the canyon to practice their swordsmanship.
Nan Dao is still practicing the quick sword in the world.
Le Chaotian was sitting aside, with Die Lianhua on his knees, mumbling something.
Hot pot, hot pot, hot pot...
After coming here for a long time, Le Chao Tian calmed down and started wearing maple leaves along with Nan Dao.
Soon Lu Xiaoer and the others also walked up the canyon. Lu Xiaoer may have seen the mountains recently, and his confidence soared. He Le Chaotian, full of confidence, came to a sword test.
As expected, he was beaten violently by Le Chaotian.
Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaoer who had his sword knocked off. He put away his sword and stood up. He smiled proudly and said, "Xiaoer, how dare you, a ranger, to come and confront Sujue? Do you think senior brother? Did I get so many beatings in vain?"
Since he had that sword intention in the lake, Lu Xiaoer has become a bit like a swordsman. He raised his hand and took the sword back into his hand. He looked at Le Chaotian and snorted softly: "Thirty Years River. .....”
Le Chaotian covered his ears and turned around to leave.
So it once again became a sword test between Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan.
Because Lu Xiaosan didn't see the mountain, there was no vitality stream in the divine sea, so those fallen leaves became a matter of effort.
After a long time, the two of them walked towards the outside of the canyon.
Lu Xiaowu kept mumbling: "You won't get lost today, will you? I, Lu Xiaosan, must memorize those sword names and become a great swordsman in the world."
Nan Dao and Le Chaotian stood in the canyon, looking at the two young boys, smiling constantly.
Lu Xiaosan has naturally come back with many sword names on his mind.
Every day in Xiaobai Sword Sect, Lu Xiaoxiao would praise Lu Xiaosan in various ways, praising him as a rare genius in the world, and then ask him what poem he had written today.
So Lu Xiaosan, who was dizzy, got lost in the praise, and forced himself to memorize all the sentences in his mind.
It is said that a collection of poems has been compiled, called the Broken Leaves Collection.
The name was chosen by Le Chaotian, because he chopped leaves in the canyon every day and scattered them all over the ground, so he naturally thought of this name.
The two of them looked at the back of Lu Xiaosan, the little hapless guy, and smiled in a manner that was not at all like a master's uncle.
Probably when Lu Xiaosan knows the truth in the future.
Nan Dao and Le Chaotian have really become what they said at first, and their uncle is about to jump out and become the villain.
Le Chaotian looked at it for a long time, but felt a little melancholy.
Since the old man left, they haven't activated the sword marks on a large scale for a long time.
The old man fished for fish, but without one person, the sword test with ten people would not be able to start.
I really want to beat my senior brother again!
Le Chaotian looked at Nan Dao aside.
Nan Dao looked at him strangely and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Le Chaotian laughed and said, "Nothing, nothing. I was wondering when I would see my senior brother's sword pass through a hundred fallen leaves."
Nan Dao looked down at the maple leaves on his Peach Blossom Sword.
The temperature of the sword body is extremely high.
Those maple leaves slowly burned on the sword, and then fell to the ground.
Then the blue-black sword blade underneath was revealed.
The various gaps on the sword that were pried out by Zhang Xiaoyu and cut by Ximen were much smaller at this time.
The sword may be a little lighter, maybe it's just my imagination.
Nan Dao shook off the remaining ashes on the sword and said softly: "Maybe it will be soon."
Le Chaotian said with great anticipation: "Okay, then I'll wait to see Senior Brother's sword."
The two chatted for a while, and when they turned around, they found a man dressed in red standing not far away, holding a sword on his back and looking at the sword marks on the ground that had just been stimulated, looking somewhat interested.
Naturally, a cold person is not cold to everything.
Such people are called messy people.
Le Chaotian chuckled and pulled out his sword, walked to the other side of the canyon where there was a ray of skylight, looked at Qingjiao and said, "How about it, do you want to have a falling leaf sword test?"
Qingjiao didn't mean to draw the sword, so she stood there looking at the sword marks and said calmly: "Although it can be seen that this is something with restrictions, but even so, you will not be my opponent."
Le Chaotian had no intention of arguing, so he put away his sword and walked out.
"what are you going to do?"
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian from behind and asked.
"Go and see if Senior Brother Wu's cabbage is well taken care of. Don't let a frost hit and freeze everything."
Le Chaotian's mind was now filled with hotpot. He had finally calmed down, but was interrupted by two little ones passing by. He had no intention of practicing his sword anymore.
Nan Dao looked at Qingjiao who was still next to the sword marks, remained silent for a while, and said, "Do you want to have a fight with me?"
Qingjiao said calmly: "Are you sure you can beat me this time?"
Nan Dao frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
The corners of Qingjiao's lips moved, but she quickly regained her composure, turned around, and walked towards the outside of the canyon.
"When you wrote the letter yesterday, your junior brother was watching and subconsciously read it out."
The young man stood in the canyon holding the sword, his ears turned red.
...
Le Chaotian didn't know what happened next in the canyon. He didn't even know if he really read out Nan Dao's love letter yesterday.
When the young man was ready to kill him with his sword, Le Chaotian was still squatting in the vegetable field talking happily to Xiaobaicai.
Xiao Baicai, Xiao Baicai, you must be strong, but you can't freeze to death in the wind and frost before the heavy snow comes!
If any of you can't make it through, just tell me and I'll dig you out and hide you in advance.
Although the bok choy hot pot is still fresh and delicious, if you really can't survive it, I can only make it taste a little sicker.
...
Le Chaotian thought about it for a long time. When Wu Dalong came, he almost thought it was the little cabbage that had become a spirit.
Subconsciously, he must activate the sword technique and say something like, "Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday's day." Those who disturb my mind will have many worries today. 'Sword names like this.
Fortunately, just after he read the word 'abandon me', Wu Dalong realized that it was this kid named Le Chaotian squatting in the ground.
Le Chaotian was also shocked.
Think about it, you can talk to Xiaobaicai calmly, if you can't get through it, just talk to me.
Then suddenly, a sword with cold light was inserted in front of him.
How much psychological harm will this cause to an old boy!
Fortunately, after being startled, Le Chaotian also saw the word 'abandon me' on the sword.
This was the first poem that the unlucky Lu Xiaosan memorized.
Le Chaotian liked this song very much.
If nothing happens, he will stand on the edge of the cliff and play a song and sing.
So the noisiest swords in Sword Lake shuttled back and forth between Tianshang Town and Lingnan every day.
Regarding this matter, Cao Weiying can only say that he did a great job.
Le Chaotian looked at the word "abandon me" on the sword at this time. When he turned around, he saw Wu Dalong who was also startled standing at the edge of the vegetable field.
The two said in unison: "What are you doing here?"
Wu Dalong said: "Let me see if there is anything to steal the cabbage."
"I..." Le Chaotian originally wanted to say that he just came over to see if they looked good, but when Wu Dalong said those words, Le Chaotian knew that he probably couldn't say these words.
If you say it, the yellow mud will fall off your crotch.
So he tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said, "Me too!"
Wu Dalong: "..."
Le Chaotian pulled out the abandonment sword in front of him, stood up and slipped out of the vegetable field.
Wu Dalong smiled helplessly from behind.
Le Chaotian climbed the mountain path toward the canyon, singing as he walked——
Baby cabbage, the ground is yellow~
Two or three years old, no mother~
Then, as soon as he walked into Luofeng Canyon, before he had time to tell Nan Dao what had just happened, he saw this young man holding a black umbrella standing on the other side of the skyline, pulling out his sword with a loud sound.
"How about a falling leaf sword test?"
Le Chaotian frowned, feeling something was wrong.
So he held the Abandoned Wo Sword in his arms and ran back.
However, the mighty sword wind blew Le Chaotian back into the canyon.
"Junior brother, please!"
Le Chaotian was beaten violently by Nan Dao again.
After Nan Dao beat Le Chaotian, he put away his sword and returned to the small building.
Le Chaotian was left sitting on the ground among the fallen leaves with a blank look on his face, raising his hand to sweep the maple leaves above his head.
What happened in the canyon when I went to see Xiaobaicai?
Le Chaotian sat for a long time without thinking about it, so he walked out holding the two swords.
Nan Dao is on the corridor on the second floor of the small building, surrounded by sword intent. He should be cultivating sword intent.
The woman in red, Qingjiao, was also on the wooden porch of her wooden house, looking down at the sword, wondering what she was thinking.
Only Le Chaotian was frightened when he saw a little cabbage. He returned to the canyon and was beaten by his senior brother again. He sat at the mouth of the canyon with a sigh and looked at the mountains in the early winter of the world.
"What is the human world?" Qingjiao's voice suddenly appeared behind Le Chaotian.
Le Chaotian looked back at Qingjiao, tilted his head, thought for a while, and said, "I don't know."
The woman in red stood on the edge of the cliff, remained silent for a while, and said, "Do you not know, or do you just don't want to say it?"
Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "I really don't know."
"Why?"
"People in the mountains don't know the whole mountain, and the same is true in the human world. It's hard to describe the human world clearly. Even if you spend your whole life carefully writing down everything you see, you still can't describe it. It’s the people inside, it’s harder to see clearly.” Le Chaotian said softly, “Only those who think they are not from the world will blindly and generally give crude and superficial definitions of the world.”
Qingjiao was silent for a long time, but this time she seemed very sincere.
"How do you know I think so?"
Le Chaotian flicked the two swords on his knees and smiled softly: "Because many practitioners think so."
Qingjiao quietly looked at the young man on the edge of the cliff who was playing a sword and seemed to be singing some tune at any time. After looking at it for a long time, he asked a very strange question.
"Where are the upper-level practitioners?"
Le Chaotian said calmly: "How do I know? Everyone has their own ideas and persistence."
As he said this, the young man smiled softly and threw the abandon-me sword down the mountain.
"But I know that practitioners all want to go up."
"Who wants to look down at the world."
"Who is the saint?"
This woman who was evaluated by Le Chaotian as wearing warm clouds and living in the cold mountains far away stood there in a daze, looking at the young man in front of her in disbelief.
But before she could ask anything, Le Chaotian had already handed her the gourd silk in his hand.
"Can you play a tune?"
"meeting."
"A little more relaxed."
"good."
Then the sound of music rose from the canyon.
Singing happily while fencing in the sky——
Whoever abandons me will not be able to stay as I was yesterday.
Those who disturb my mind will have many worries today.
The long winds send autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.
.......
The cold light comes from the sky and the stream below the mountain.
Falling on Yaping.
It also fell into the human world.
Qingjiao was dressed in red and just stood there in a daze.
