Nan Dao discovered that since that day when he and Le Chaotian stood on the edge of the canyon and had a conversation and played a piece of music for him, the woman in red from the East China Sea, Qingjiao, often sat on the cliff above the canyon all day long. I don't know what I'm thinking about. I don't practice swordsmanship or cultivation. I just sit there with my sword in my arms, watching the world become colder day by day.
Of course Nan Dao asked Le Chaotian what he said at that time, but Le Chaotian just smiled mysteriously and said twelve words.
Talk about life, talk about ideals, present facts, and make sense.
Seeing that he was happy and didn't want to say anything, Nan Dao naturally didn't bother to ask.
It's just that sometimes when I get up early in the morning, I see Qingjiao holding her sword alone, walking upward in the winter wind passing through the canyon, and it's hard to avoid being a little puzzled.
So I asked it myself.
"What did junior brother tell you?"
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and asked Qingjiao walking towards the other side of the canyon through the faint morning light.
Qingjiao stopped in the canyon, wondering what he was thinking. Then he looked back at Nandao for a long time and said slowly: "It's just some ideals in life."
Nan Dao frowned, why even Qingjiao said this.
Could it be that Le Chaozhen was really talking about life and ideals at that time?
Nan Dao was still meditating there, but Qing Jiao turned around, continued walking in the dim light of the morning mist, and said calmly, "Instead of being curious about this, Nan Dao, it is better to practice for a moment longer and get a few more swords."
Nan Dao stood there, quietly watching the back of the woman in red as she left. For some reason, he felt that she seemed much calmer.
Everything from his expression to his thoughts seemed to have calmed down.
This is very different from before.
When she was building a house, she still looked up proudly. Even when she was sweeping the floor, she probably had a sense of needless to say, of course I am a human being.
Until after that conversation.
Nan Dao stood quietly for a long time, without thinking, and glanced at the maple leaves in the canyon.
There are fewer and fewer fallen leaves.
So he drew his sword from behind and began to pierce the leaves in the canyon.
Green peppers go all the way up.
It wasn't until he reached the top of the cliff that he stopped and sat at the place where he was happily scattering money. Many dark copper coins were scattered among the withered yellow grass.
Qingjiao lowered his head and picked one up, then held it in front of his eyes, quietly looking at the entire world through the small hole.
After watching it for a long time, Qingjiao threw it down the cliff.
But he sighed and looked at the sword in his arms.
"In this world, there are people who want to be canonized as saints again, Qingtuan."
Qingtuan is the name of the sword.
Of course the sword cannot speak, it can only reason.
So in the entire canyon, there was only the sound of the wind breaking as the young man below drew his sword.
...
The old dog that Chen He named the town brought back two puppies from nowhere.
One is khaki, the other is heather gray, round and squeaky, and they run around the town with their ears clasped all day long, very happy.
After the old dog was brought back, he no longer cared about it. He just lay down on the street and slept in the sun, letting them run around all over the world.
So he was spotted by Lu Xiaosan who came from afar. When the old dog was not prepared, he secretly picked one up and took it with him to the lake to memorize the name of the sword.
Lu Xiaosan has thought about many painful times in the world before.
Later I realized that I still thought too superficially.
What's the most painful thing?
It's just that you clearly know the source of all the pain, but the next day you forget everything and run here jumping like those two puppies.
Lu Xiaosan's eyes had lost the clear stupidity unique to Lingnan.
Ah, why are there always tears in my eyes.
Because someone is not a human being!
Lu Xiaosan stole the khaki puppy just to teach him a lesson.
Grass is firefly, grass is firefly, although I may not be a human, but you are a real dog.
Lu Xiaosan sat under the Sword Lake, holding the dog patiently, and thoughtfully named it Cao Weiying.
"Come on, learn from me, bastard."
Although this sentence was not long, since Cao Weiying was a dog, Lu Xiaosan decided to teach it word by word.
"Grass."
"Woof!"
"Grass."
"Woof!"
"..."
After teaching for a long time, Xiaoxiao Caoweiying still didn't learn a word.
Lu Xiaosan sighed and lay down under the big lake.
Thousands of long swords hang high above the head, and the light of the swords is like the light of the sky.
At first, Lu Xiaosan was still worried, always worried that they would fall down, but later he discovered that as long as you don't call them by name, they will stay there quietly.
Sometimes I don’t need to call you by name.
For example, sometimes Lu Xiaoer would come down to see Lu Xiaosan when he got tired from practicing up there.
At that time, there were always one or two swords that would move strangely.
Maybe it’s the reason why the sword chooses its owner?
But Lu Xiaoer didn't ask for it.
He already has two swords, one is the nameless sword given to him by Lu Xiaoxiao, and the other is the Xiwu sword given to him by Cao Weiying.
After all, humans only have two hands.
In fact, for the people of Tianya Sword Sect, one sword is too much.
It's best not to bring a sword. Just when you think I don't have a sword, the sword comes from the end of the world and scares you.
Lu Xiaosan thought wildly there for a while, and the little native dog Cao Weiying was already jumping up and down to chase a carex leaf rolling on the ground.
I haven’t memorized a single word today.
It's better to hold on tight and go back to rest early after carrying it. Be sure to sleep until about three o'clock in the morning!
Lu Xiaosan sat up with a sigh and walked towards the center of Jianhu Lake.
As soon as the young boy arrived there, many swords swarmed towards him.
So the little boy started to carry it with his head shaking.
"The spring grass is like silk, and the locust trees have low green branches."
"When you are pregnant and return home, my concubine is heartbroken."
"If you don't know Chunfeng, why should you enter the Luo curtain?"
"Haa~"
The little boy yawned, then closed his eyes and continued to carry it.
"Spring grass is like a green pond..."
Then gradually it became - "The grass is firefly green pond, the locust mulberry has low green branches..."
After thinking about it for a long time, he realized that he had no idea what the hell he was carrying. Lu Xiaosan shook his head, sat cross-legged, held his head in his hands, and started to carry it again.
Spring grass is as green as silk...
Carrying it on his back, Lu Xiaosan's eyes lit up, and he looked at the little native dog still jumping over there with surprise - the blade of grass was already stuck to its ears.
An idea came to mind.
Could it be that I really am a genius?
Lu Xiaosan ran over, picked up the little native dog, and then took the moss leaf from its ear.
Then he put the little native dog down and put the piece of moss leaf on its belly.
Lu Xiaosan looked at the little native dog religiously.
"Success or failure depends on this! Lu Xiaosan!"
Then he raised his right index finger to his lips, bit it in one bite, and then used his finger as a pen and the belly of the little native dog as a desk, and began to write quickly.
Don't come back!
Don't come back!
Don't come back!
This is a trap!
Tianya Town is the biggest lie!
Cao Weiying is an old dog!
Lu Xiaosan scrawled this bloody book full of blood and tears, and then hid it in his arms.
Then he ran back and memorized the sword names honestly.
A hole opened in the grassland of Sword Lake, and Lu Xiaosan got in as usual, and then surfaced.
Lu Xiaoer was sitting there holding his sword and practicing. He didn't know what kind of sword he was learning. He had been here for so long and he hadn't even used the sword once. He just sat there.
Ah, sit happily!
Jealousy changed Lu Xiaosan beyond recognition.
This kind of Lu Xiaoer is already like Cao Weiying, an old dog with no mercy. Oh, no, it's a puppy.
Two dogs, one old and one small!
Lu Xiaosan climbed onto the shore as if nothing had happened.
Cao Weiying was drinking wine under the tree and looking at Lu Xiaosan with a smile.
"Have you finished memorizing today?"
"Um."
"Come back and listen."
"The grass is...spring grass is like Bisi..."
Lu Xiaosan almost memorized it wrongly, but fortunately he reacted, otherwise Cao Weiying, an old dog, would most likely throw himself into the lake again.
Memorized all the way.
Cao Weiying smiled slightly and said: "Very good, your senior brother still needs a little more time, you should go back first."
"good!"
Lu Xiaosan realized that he was too excited, coughed twice and said with a sigh: "Okay."
Then he lowered his head and hugged Buwen Zhong and stepped onto the stone path.
After walking slowly and leisurely for a long time, looking back, everything was covered by the heavy fog, so Lu Xiaosan ran away.
Run all the way to the top of the mountain.
Sure enough, the door here has been reopened, and a gap is hidden in the heavy fog.
Lu Xiaosan reached out and touched the grass blades in his arms and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked back at everything hazy in the distant mist and sneered.
Farewell, cage!
Take one step forward and walk into the gap.
Lu Xiaosan reappeared on the high mountain cliff in Lingnan, and then ran along the clear stream without looking back.
This is the feeling of freedom, this is the feeling of flying!
Lu Xiaosan was so happy that he stuck out his tongue, shook his head and drooled like a puppy.
Panting all the way, I ran down the mountain road and walked on the road where the cliff was invisible when I looked up.
Lu Xiaosan forgot a lot of things again.
Why do I feel itchy in my chest?
Lu Xiaosan reached out and dug in his arms, and finally took out a blade of grass.
Blades of grass?
Blades of grass!
Lu Xiaosan felt a little dizzy.
My head feels so itchy, I need to grow a brain!
Lu Xiaosan quickly opened the folded blade of grass, and there was a line of blood words on it.
Very happy. It’s decided, you should love and practice! that's all.
Lu Xiaosan was instantly full of energy.
Yes, that’s it!
Today is also a day full of energy!
...
A burst of extremely wanton laughter came from Tianshang Town.
...
Lu Xiaosan's tragic story was told to him by Cao Weiying when Nan Dao went to Tianshang Town to look for Cao Weiying to drink.
This young man in green clothes laughed while drinking.
Of course you can clearly see the story of the story under the lake.
When Lu Xiaosan was writing something, not only Cao Weiying, but also Lu Xiaoer saw it.
This kid looked like a human and had a bad heart. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to hold back his laughter on the way, so he simply pretended to be still practicing and let Lu Xiaosan go back alone.
As soon as Lu Xiaosan left Tianya Town, Lu Xiaoer held his sword and kept laughing by the lake, almost causing his energy to flow backwards from laughing.
so!
Nan Dao came to a conclusion.
Never believe my brother!
When Lu Xiaosan later stepped into Tianya Town, he realized that those things had been manipulated, so he tried every means, such as deliberately reciting a few more offensive words when reciting poems.
Putting it all together, it becomes something like Tianya Town is a trap.
It's a pity that as soon as you leave that place, it will change.
What has become - Lu Xiaosan, have you forgotten your ambition to rise with Lingnan?
After struggling a few more times, Lu Xiaosan gave up on this idea and continued to carry the book and teach the dog.
It's a pity that the little native dog named Cao Weiying has not learned to say a word of grass yet.
This is Lu Xiaosan's biggest ambition.
Lu Xiaoer was not as happy as Lu Xiaosan thought.
At least I don’t sit happily all day, I sometimes stand up – after all, my legs will get numb after sitting for a long time.
Lu Xiaoer was actually quite confused.
So far, he doesn't know what this young man in Qingshang wants to teach him. He just lets himself sit, practice, and then feel the sword in front of him.
A sword is a sword, what else can it be?
Lu Xiaoer thought so.
But he still did it honestly, but after so long, he still didn't feel anything. Lu Xiaosan was in pain, at least he had memorized so many sword names. In the future, when he saw the mountain and became a Taoist, he would speak with sword light from the end of the world. Lu Xiaoer was really a little scared.
But there are benefits.
At least his sword intention is very condensed.
Maybe it was because he was sitting by the lake - Cao Weiying told him that this entire lake was formed by the condensed sword intention.
Lu Xiaoer was shocked for a long time, looking at the young man in Qingshang who was smiling and drinking beside him - this was probably the tallest person in the world.
"What about other lakes?"
Lu Xiaoer, however, remembered that when he came down from the mountain, he saw other large lakes farther away in the fog.
Cao Weiying just smiled and said, "That's right."
"There are swords in those lakes too?"
Lu Xiaoer suddenly felt that Lu Xiaosan might be trapped in this for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, Cao Weiying shook his head and said, "It's only found in this lake."
Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief.
But Cao Weiying still hasn't said the name of the sword she learned.
One time when he came to Nandao, Lu Xiaoer asked this young master uncle whom he admired very much. He remembered that the young master uncle seemed to be silent for a long time, and then he chuckled and said, "It's a very good sword."
"How good is that?"
Nan Dao didn't say anything, he just went to drink with Cao Weiying in the sea of flowers.
There was also a faint sound of cursing.
Thinking about it, it must be very good, otherwise the uncle wouldn't be so jealous that he would scold his mother.
Lu Xiaoer thought this way, and then started practicing again.
That is indeed a very good sword.
It's so good that even Cao Weiying doesn't dare to teach Nan Dao.
Hanging on a thread and deciding on a thought.
Such a good sword is only suitable for mediocre people to learn.
...
Of course, Cao Weiying didn't just squeeze these two young boys.
Sometimes I would take them to the town for a walk, drink some wine, and eat some delicious food.
There are also swords in the town.
This is the conclusion Lu Xiaoer came to after looking at it for a long time - if the salted fish-like thing carried behind those people is indeed a sword.
I heard that these swords were forged by the lakeside by the best swordsman in town, the man carrying the ugliest fish on his back.
Lu Xiaoer went to see it once.
After that time, he never felt that his uncle Wu's sword was ugly anymore.
Compared with the swords in the town, Wu Dalong's sword is simply superb.
As for Lu Xiaosan.
Lu Xiaosan was not as interested as Lu Xiaoer in looking around.
I just hugged the native dog called Cao Weiying and walked on the road sighing.
Lu Xiaoer didn't really add insult to injury, so he took Lu Xiaosan to the lake.
Lu Xiaoer, who was clearly a young boy, probably felt a sense of responsibility as a senior brother. He stood calmly by the lake with two swords on his back, patting Lu Xiaosan on the shoulder.
"Junior brother, don't give up, hope is ahead!"
"But senior brother, I'm in so much pain, I really can't finish it!"
Lu Xiaoer tilted his head and thought for a long time, then hugged his junior brother and said slowly: "Junior brother is in pain because you shoulder the hope of the rise of Tianya Sword Sect and Xiaobai Sword Sect."
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Is that so? I hope it's not Senior Uncle?"
Lu Xiaoer remembered the conversation on that twilight autumn cliff a long time ago.
The hope of Lingnan will only be in Lingnan.
So Lu Xiaoer faced his junior brother's confused and expectant eyes, thought for a long time, and pieced together such a sentence with difficulty.
"Uncle Master is the star that lights up Lingnan."
"We are the ones holding the fire forward."
Lu Xiaoer was very satisfied that as a young boy, he could say such words. He nodded and looked at his junior brother.
"Junior brother, come on!"
"Um!"
Lu Xiaosan nodded solemnly.
Then the two young boys with swords on their backs ran back and snatched Cao Weiying's roast chicken and ate it.
Cao Weiying sat on a bench on the street, looking down at the roasted chicken that in a blink of an eye only one chicken foot was left, and fell into deep thought.
However, Cao Weiying still finished eating the chicken feet with a smile, then held the wine gourd and followed the two of them towards the sea of flowers outside the town.
After the young boys had eaten and drank enough, they lay down in the sea of flowers and played with the little local dogs with chicken bones.
After playing for a long time, Lu Xiaosan walked towards Cao Weiying.
He said very seriously: "Can you give me this... little local dog?"
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "Yes, but you have to change his name."
Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said, "No problem, after I finish carrying it and take it out, I'll call it Happy."
Of course the little local dog can be called Le Chaotian.
I bounce around all day long and am happier than anyone else.
It’s just that the butterflies in the sea of flowers don’t like it very much.
The young boy's lament is naturally temporary.
Today, Lu Xiaosan finished memorizing the sword names early, and was encouraged by his senior brother, so he did not think about returning to Lingnan, so he hugged the little native dog and rolled in the sea of flowers. Go away.
Lu Xiaoer sat there looking like a senior brother.
Cao Weiying sat opposite Lu Xiaoer, drinking wine and looking at the two of them with a smile.
Lu Xiaoer looked at his junior brother for a long time, then looked at Cao Weiying, and then asked with some confusion: "Why are seniors smiling so happily?"
Cao Weiying chuckled softly, stood up with the wine gourd in hand, and walked towards the peach tree by the lake while drinking.
"Because the best time of year is March. Once it's gone, you will never come back."
Lu Xiaoer was a little confused and stood up, carrying his sword and stroking the flowers, and headed towards the lake.
"But senior, March has already passed for a long time!"
"Yes, so my boy has passed away for a long time."
Yes, my boyhood has passed away for a long time.
