It is November 22, one thousand and three years in the Dafeng calendar.
The snow has not stopped for three days. According to Lu Xiaoxiao's idea, Lu Xiaosan was asked to stay in the canyon for the past few days and wait for the snow to melt before reciting the name of the sword.
But maybe it was because Lu Xiaoer had already learned a lesson and no longer needed to go, which gave Lu Xiaosan a sense of urgency. He resolutely refused the request. During the few days of heavy snow, he was still trudging through the heavy snow. In the mountains and forests, go to the big lake where the grass is fireflies.
Such an arduous task naturally fell on Nan Dao.
It was snowing heavily in the mountains, and the sky was gloomy. Nan Dao held an umbrella and held Lu Xiaosan's hand as he walked through the snow in the canyon where a section of his calf had been lost.
Of course, for Lu Xiaosan, it was snow that had reached his knees.
This young boy, who was only eleven years old, was holding the hand of Nan Dao, a master who was not much older than him, while stepping on the snow with great interest.
"The snow is so heavy this year, uncle." Lu Xiaosan, carrying Bu Wen Zhong on his back, looked at Nan Dao excitedly and said. The two big earlobes on the hat the young boy was wearing were like big dog ears. His head kept shaking.
Lu puppy's big ears.
Nan Dao nodded, looked at the confusion everywhere, and said with a smile: "Yes, I have never seen such heavy snow before."
"I want to build a big snowman, taller than Uncle Musician!" Lu Xiaosan chuckled, "and then paint its face like a puppy."
Le Chaotian is indeed the tallest person in this green mountain.
As for Nan Dao, Nan Dao is just a teenager, so naturally he won’t be very tall.
As Lu Xiaosan said this, he remembered something. He tilted his head and looked at Nan Dao under the umbrella, and asked, "Uncle, you must be sixteen years old."
Nan Dao paused in the snow, perhaps because the snow was relatively deep there, so he looked down at the snow under his feet, pulled out his feet, then raised his head and walked forward calmly.
"not yet."
"When will that take place?"
Nan Dao walked quietly under the umbrella until he walked out of the canyon, then he looked up at the snow-filled sky and said calmly: "I'm leaving at the end of December."
Lu Xiaosan scratched his head, and then realized that he was scratching his hat. He put his hand under the hat and scratched it, and said, "Is that the last day of this year?"
"Yes."
Lu Xiaosan exclaimed: "Is it such a coincidence?"
Nan Dao looked at the snowy mountain peaks for a long time, and then said softly: "It's not a coincidence, I just forgot."
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment and said, "What do you mean you forgot?"
Nan Dao chuckled and lowered his head, looking at the forest in front of him. The traces of the forest path yesterday had already been covered by heavy snow.
So I had to take a new path.
Fortunately, this mountain forest is not long, but not long after walking, the boy and the young boy came out.
Nan Dao stopped at the edge of the forest, looking at the clear stream still flowing in the heavy snow, and said softly: "Forgot means not remembering, just like the road we just walked, you know yesterday We walked through, but we couldn't find those footprints, so we had to find a new starting point and a new exit when entering."
Lu Xiaosan understood now and said with a smile: "So the first day of every year is regarded as the beginning, and the last day as the end. I want to do the same!"
The two continued walking along the stream. Perhaps because of the stream, the roads on both sides were slippery due to snow and ice. Nan Dao took off the Peach Blossom Sword behind him and asked Lu Xiaosan to use it as a crutch, slowly walking. Walk forward slowly.
"Why do you do this too?"
Nan Dao asked curiously.
Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "Because it looks like a story."
"..."
Lu Xiaosan said enthusiastically: "Look, if someone asks me, I will tell him that my birthday is June 13th, but it is very ordinary. But if I say, at the end of this year, the last day, it will be When I was twelve years old, would others think you were a very mysterious person with a lot of stories?"
Nan Dao smiled helplessly: "Then you have to ask your master if he is willing to celebrate your twelfth birthday at the end of the year."
Lu Xiaosan's dream of mysterious fantasy was shattered instantly.
The biggest enemy of the five little ones when they were young was Lu Xiaoxiao, not one of them.
Even Le Chaotian sometimes had to succumb to Lu Xiaoxiao's lustful power.
Lu Xiaosan sighed while walking on the road. After climbing up the mountain cliff with difficulty, the painful suffering under the Sword Lake came back to Lu Xiaosan's mind, so the young boy sighed even louder. .
Lu Xiaosan sighed and sat down on the edge of the cliff by the stream. There was also snow here, just like the human world.
But after taking that step in front of me, it will be the scenery of February and March, and it will become popular in the world.
Nan Dao did not rush Lu Xiaosan.
This young boy is the one who truly carries the hope for the rise of the entire Tianya Sword Sect and the Xiaobai Sword Sect.
But along with it came an extremely painful period.
It can be seen from Lu Xiaosan's sad look.
Every time Lu Xiaosan came here, he would sit on the edge of the cliff for a long time. Lu Xiaoer used to sit with him, but after Lu Xiaoer learned a sword and returned, Lu Xiaosan could only sit here alone every time. Sit down.
The mountains are covered with flying snow, which is as wide as the eye can see.
Not even a bird could be seen, everything was dormant in silence.
"Uncle Master, who is that person who calls Cao Weiying?"
Lu Xiaosan suddenly looked back at Nan Dao and asked.
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "He is a very powerful person."
"How powerful?"
How powerful it is is an extremely vague proposition.
So Nan Dao thought for a long time and said, "Maybe as long as he thinks about it, there will be no disputes in the world."
Lu Xiaosan took a deep breath and said, "Is it so powerful? Then why are there still disputes in the world?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Because he doesn't want to. I don't know why he doesn't want to. Maybe he's too lazy, maybe he doesn't want to bully children."
Lu Xiaosan sat quietly on the edge of the cliff for a long time, and then suddenly asked: "Uncle Master, will he be so powerful in the future?"
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment and said, "Me?"
Lu Xiaosan turned around, looked at Nan Dao seriously and nodded.
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Yes."
"Okay!" Lu Xiaosan suddenly jumped up and said.
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaosan strangely and said, "What's so good?"
Lu Xiaosan said with a smile: "It means that when others ask who is that person standing so tall, I can pat my chest and proudly say - that's my uncle!"
Nan Dao smiled softly and said nothing.
"certainly......"
The little boy stepped on the snow and returned to the cliff. The big dog ears on both sides of his head were jumping up and down, looking silly and cute.
Lu Xiaosan stood on the edge of the cliff and struggled to pull out the Buwen Zhong behind him, pointing towards the sky in the wind and snow.
"I, Lu Xiaosan, also want to become a very tall swordsman in the world!"
The little boy shouted very loudly.
Then he took a step forward, stepped out of the cliff, and disappeared into the world.
Nan Dao stood there holding an umbrella and laughing softly. He originally planned to go back and pick up Lu Xiaosan later, but he remembered another question, so he also walked towards Tianshang Town.
After experiencing the initial pain, Lu Xiaosan was now very determined. He carried his sword and crossed the cloudy cliffs. He took off his winter clothes while running in the spring light, and then picked up one of them when it got tired from playing in the sea of flowers. The little native dog, who was about to take a rest, jumped all the way under the sword lake.
"Plop~"
"Woof woof woof!"
Cao Weiying was drinking by the lake. I don’t know if Lu Xiaosan did it on purpose. When he jumped into the lake, he specifically chose Cao Weiying to be next to him and splashed the old boy with water.
It's just that those so-called lakes are just sword intentions. Cao Weiying didn't care. When the mountain wind blew, he turned into a fish with sword intentions and jumped into the lake again.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and walked to Cao Weiying and sat down next to him. He looked at the big lake in front of him and asked, "How much has he carried?"
Cao Weiying lazily leaned against the peach tree behind him, raised his head and drank wine, and then said: "I don't know, there are still many."
Nan Dao somewhat admired Lu Xiaosan's perseverance.
"Not long ago, Chen He came here." Cao Weiying suddenly said.
Nan Dao turned his head, looked at Cao Weiying for a long time, and said, "What is he here for?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Walking around like you."
Nan Dao chuckled softly and said: "Who said your Tianshang Town is so comfortable? It's snowing heavily outside, but your place is still like this. Everyone who sees it wants to come in and have a good time."
Cao Weiying smiled contentedly and said, "That's natural."
"There's a lot of snow in the south...Lingnan this year. Will there be any problems?" Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying and asked.
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "What's the problem? Someone is probably a fool because of the heat and wants to see the snow."
"?"
Nan Dao looked confused.
However, Cao Weiying picked up the wine gourd in her hand and turned it over. While the wine was sloshing around, she knocked on the edge of Nandao's umbrella, knocking off a lot of the thick snow accumulated on the umbrella.
"You were carrying such thick snow and didn't you even notice?"
"The umbrella was too heavy and I didn't notice it."
Nan Dao said truthfully.
This umbrella is indeed very heavy. The so-called lightness is only relative to the weight of the world's people holding it.
"Do you want to try it?"
Cao Weiying smiled and shook her head and said, "No need."
Nan Dao just said it casually, but he didn't really want to see if Cao Weiying could pick up the umbrella.
The two sat by the lake for a long time. Nan Dao seemed a little hesitant. Looking at the young man in Qing Shang drinking beside him, he hesitated to speak.
Cao Weiying glanced at him sideways and said, "What do you want to ask?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then took down the two swords behind him and laid them across his knees.
"If I had such a sword in my heart and could travel eighty thousand miles around the world..." Nan Dao said softly, "Would such a sword exist?"
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "Not to mention the sword in the heart, even the wind in the heart can blow to the world eighty thousand miles. Is there any wonder?"
Nan Dao frowned and looked at Cao Weiying and said, "How to go?"
Cao Weiying smiled slightly and said: "Walking in your heart."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Have you finished leaving?"
Cao Weiying chuckled and said, "It's already finished."
"where is it?"
"It's in my heart!"
Cao Weiying still smiled slightly, but her tone was very sighing - it is in my heart!
Nan Dao looked down at the two swords on his knees. Perhaps he felt that he should understand what Cao Weiying meant. After thinking for a long time, he slowly said: "I have two swords on my knees. One is called Peach Blossom and the other is called Parrot. Continent, they are made of iron and sharpened with sword intent. They can be three feet in front of me, or they can be miles away from me. When the sword is drawn, they are hot, and when the sword intent is carried, they are hot. , they are cold. One is blue-black and thick, and the other is as slender as flowing light."
Nan Dao said softly: "This is the sword in my hand. It can be described. But the sword in my heart, I don't know how to describe it. What cannot be described cannot be driven. Such a sword, it has What’s the use?”
——Cao Weiying looked at Nandao for a long time, then stood up with a smile and walked casually along the lakeside, stepping on the peach blossoms. After walking for a while, he turned back and looked at Nandao, as if he wanted to say something.
Of course Cao Weiying didn't stand up. He just sat by the lake with a smile, took a sip of wine, and said this.
Nan Dao sat there in a daze, staring blankly at the young man in Qingshang next to him.
"Am I leaving? What am I going to say to you?"
Cao Weiying looked at Nan Dao and asked with a smile.
Nan Dao sat in silence. He wanted to say that Cao Weiying did not leave, but just sat quietly under the tree and took a sip of wine.
But Cao Weiying did leave, leaving a question in Nan Dao's mind - what on earth did he want to say?
Nan Dao tightly grasped the two swords on his knees. It seemed that millions of thoughts were pouring into his mind, but he couldn't say anything. His lips and teeth were clumsy and his speech was mute, like a newborn baby. He saw the majesty of the world, but there was nothing. Describeable.
At that moment, the young man seemed to be hit by a strong wind and submerged by the sea.
However, everything passes through the soul and nothing can be retained.
It's in my heart!
Everything seems to be contrary to common sense, but also as it should be.
"Of course the sword in the heart is something that can be described and driven." Cao Weiying said softly.
Nan Dao raised his head and stared blankly at the young man in Qingshang.
Cao Weiying also looked at Nandao for a long time, then stood up with a smile and walked casually along the lakeside, stepping on the peach blossoms. After walking for a while, he turned back, looked at Nandao, and said softly: "When I have time, I will go see the person who told you about the sword in my heart."
This is not the sword in the heart, but the sword in the hand that already exists and is described.
The Sword of the Heart's Cao Weiying didn't say anything, but she had already killed a young man.
Nan Dao nodded, stood up, held his sword and umbrella and walked towards the outside of Tianshang Town.
"good."
...
There was a lot of wind and snow on the mountain road.
So Zhang Xiaoyu's journey was very bumpy.
Even the Shanhe Sword behind him was taken off and used as a crutch to support him all the way up the mountain.
In such heavy snow, Lingnan is very quiet, but on the mountain road ahead, there are people standing there waiting quietly.
White hair on the sideburns, listen to the wind and become independent.
Naturally, it was Tingfeng Yin from Lingnan Tingfeng Sword Sect.
The wind blowing to the south only brought the snow, but no one knew that there was a young sword cultivator in white in the snow coming from the north.
"Why did senior brother come to Lingnan today?"
Tingfeng Yin looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was walking on the mountain road holding his sword, but he bowed with the sword and called him senior brother.
Of course, it doesn't matter whether you're polite or not.
What matters is holding the sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked at the sword in Ting Fengyin's hand.
The sword has no name, although the name Ting Feng Yin is somewhat famous in the world.
Then he looked up at the snow-covered mountains.
There are many hidden sword intentions in the wind and snow.
Maybe it was a sword cultivator with white hair on the temples like Ting Feng Yin, or maybe it was a younger sword cultivator who had seen blood together at the top of Nanyi City.
In short, those sword intentions are hidden in the wind and snow.
This is the most common road of the Tingfeng Sword Sect, under the Tingfeng River, to Lingnan.
This is how Zhang Xiaoyu walked.
So the sword cultivator in white pulled out the sword in his hand and knocked the wet mud from the snow on a rock on the side. Then he said softly: "I thought Lingnan would be different from other places in the world."
Tingfeng Yin smiled softly and said: "Of course it is different. For example, we will still call you senior brother, but some things cannot stop there."
"for example?"
"For example, my senior brother's current status is that he is a watcher of mountains and rivers."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly and said, "So that's it, so what are you doing here? Stop me?"
Ting Fengyin said slowly: "Senior brother is coming, of course we can't stop him. Lingnan is not the East China Sea, and there is no one who can stop him. But we must always be vigilant."
Zhang Xiaoyu took out a letter from his arms. There were bamboo leaves on the envelope, and there was also a sword intention from Mojian Cliff. He looked at Tingfeng Yin who was standing in the wind and snow in front of him with his sword, and said calmly: " The one at Mojianya asked me to deliver a letter to the mountain."
Ting Fengyin was silent for a while, put away the sword in his hand, and stepped away from the road. The sword intention in the wind and snow slowly dissipated.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked forward with his sword in hand.
It wasn't until he passed by Ting Feng Yin that the Lingnan swordsman with increasingly white hair on his temples stood in the wind and snow and said softly: "Will senior brother come back?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped in front of Ting Fengyin, then laughed softly: "I can't come back."
Ting Fengyin fell silent.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked slowly in the wind and snow.
"It's just something in the temple, it shouldn't make it impossible for senior brother to look back."
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped and looked back at the sword cultivator sitting by the Lingnan stream, listening to the news of the world.
However, he didn't say anything, he just glanced at him, then turned back and continued walking on the snowy mountain road.
I just didn't know what I was thinking of again. I looked at the wind and snow in front of me and said, "I heard that there are some people from Heavenly Hell in the mountains."
"Yes."
"good."
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly.
The heavy snow in Lingnan is still falling, and I don’t know when it will continue to fall - there is rarely such a long period of heavy snow in Lingnan.
Ting Fengyin looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator moving forward in the snow like a screen.
I don't know if it's my imagination.
Zhang Xiaoyu's shuriken seemed to have disappeared.
But Tingfeng Yin didn't think too much, nor did he look again. He carried his sword and headed towards Tingfeng Creek on the other side.
It snows heavily in Lingnan, so naturally no one listens to the wind or hears the story.
But you can also tell some stories to yourself.
