Hu Lu stood at the gate of Jianzong holding his sword, with a melon-skinned head on his head, silently looking at the section of Nanyi River outside the gate of Jianzong.
There is heavy snow in the world, and Nanyi City is already completely white.
In the wind and snow, a small boat slowly rowed up on the still-running river, and then stopped at the entrance of Jianzong.
The girl Shushu, whose brim was covered with snow, stood at the head of the boat, quietly looking at the young man under Jian Zong's brim.
"what are you doing here?"
The girl Shushu's voice was very cold.
Passing through the flying snow, it fell into the ears of the young man under the eaves.
Hu Lu looked down at the snow at her feet, perhaps searching to see if she could find some words that fell like snow.
Unfortunately, nothing was found. Maybe it was just snow.
So the young man raised his head, looked at this little mouse demon that he had been unfamiliar with for a long time, and said calmly: "See if you are still in the river."
Shushu put down the penny in his hand, sat in the snow at the head of the boat, and said slowly: "What if I'm not in the river?"
Hu Lu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "That's unreasonable."
Shushu sneered and said, "What makes sense?"
"The principles of the Hejian Sect." Hu Lu said very seriously. He walked down the steps of the Jianzong with his sword in his arms, stepped on the crunching snow, and stood by the ferry at the entrance of the Jianzong. His head was covered with snow. The crumbs looked very funny, but the young man looked calm. He stood in the snow holding his sword and looked at the little demon Shushu quietly, and his eyes fell on the bamboo pole next to Shushu.
"You can't beat me now, so I can stand here and speak some truth like my senior brothers."
In other words, Shushu cannot defeat Hu Lu.
Even if he is a gourd, a melon rind, or a young boy whose hair has been cut and rubbed.
But he is a disciple of the Human Sword Sect.
Shushu looked at Hulu quietly for a long time, then turned to look upstream of the Nanyi River. If he held a boat and went up a distance, he would be in the north of the city, and he could leave the city.
After leaving the city, you can go all the way north, to the north, and to some places further north.
There are certain Taoist views.
You can listen to some stories.
Shushu looked at it quietly for a long time, then turned around and looked at Hu Lu, a young man who was gradually becoming like himself, dressed in snow-colored clothes.
"What if I don't want to talk about Sword Sect's principles?"
This young man pulled out the sword in his hand three inches in the heavy snow, and the sword's intention swayed through the wind and snow. Although it was not as powerful as his senior brothers, it was still very powerful.
Hu Lu drew his sword, stood in the wind and snow, looked at the little mouse demon in front of him, and said seriously: "I have been in a bad mood recently because my senior brother has not come back."
The sword in his hand was returned to the sheath with a clang, and the young man held the sword and looked at the snow.
"Don't mess around, I will really beat you to death."
...
When Nan Dao came out of the canyon, he happened to see the swordsman in white wiping his sword with snow on the mountain road.
On the familiar white clothes, the blood stains had turned into black spots. So he sat there, swept away the snow on some mountain stone steps, and crossed the sword that had some blood on it from nowhere. On his knees, he held the snow from the side and rubbed the sword blade carefully.
The scene in front of him reminded Nan Dao subconsciously of the image of the swordsman in white sitting on the steps at the door of the Sword Sect in the rain one day a long time ago, seriously repairing the stone steps that were broken by rats.
So Nan Dao held an umbrella and fell silent.
Qingjiao probably noticed something was wrong. She walked out of her cabin with a sword on her back, looked at Nan Dao standing on the edge of the canyon, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Nan Dao shook his head.
So Qingjiao walked over and saw the sword cultivator in white sitting on the mountain road wiping his blood with snow. Maybe he was thinking about something, but the sword behind him was humming softly.
Qingjiao lifted up Hongyi, took down the sword behind her, and held it in her hand. The sound of the swords stopped.
"Dao Dao Sword Cultivator."
Qingjiao said softly.
Nan Dao, who had been silent all this time, spoke softly at this time: "It's nothing, it's just my senior brother."
Qingjiao turned around and looked at Nandao for a long time, then returned to the cabin and sat down with the sword in hand.
Zhang Xiaoyu finally wiped away the blood, held his sword on the stone steps, then stood up, turned around, and looked towards the mountain road.
There is no such thing as tears of guilt.
This white-clothed sword cultivator went to the temple and the cliff. He just put the sword behind his back, then looked at the young man holding an umbrella on the cliff, waved his hand, and said with a smile: " Junior brother."
Nan Dao didn't respond. He just stood there, but he began to think inexplicably.
When did this disciple of the Human Sword Sect start calling him junior brother?
Nandao still remembers that it was March 4th and it rained lightly in Nanyi City.
But he couldn't remember the moment.
Nan Dao did not respond.
So Zhang Xiaoyu's hand slowed down as he waved, and then slowly dropped down.
Only then did some sadness seem to flow out in the wind and snow.
Nan Dao watched quietly, and then said softly: "Long time no see, senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly in the heavy snow covering the entire Lingnan, and then walked up the mountain road.
The thick snow under my feet crunched loudly.
Zhang Xiaoyu finally walked onto the mountain path. Nan Dao stepped back three feet, and then looked at the senior brother he had not seen for a long time without saying a word.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, nor did he care about the three-foot distance that Nan Dao retreated.
His Mountain and River Sword is three feet long.
Of course, there are some things that just don't mean you don't have to care about them.
I believe in my senior brother, but that doesn't mean I still believe in my senior brother's sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu watched for a long time, swept the snow off his shoulders, and then sat down on the edge of the cliff outside the canyon.
So Nan Dao also sat down three feet away.
If the wind and snow are hazy enough.
In fact, this cliff can be regarded as a snow-covered cross-bridge on a certain river.
So the two of them sat on the bridge and talked about many things in front of the passing sunset.
It's a pity that the wind and snow were not hazy enough and did not stop, allowing some sunshine to shine through the gloomy sky.
So the cliff is just a cliff.
The snowy wind in the canyon behind me was howling.
It was also the first time for Zhang Xiaoyu to come to the mountains in Lingnan.
At this time, I was looking around at the wind and snow in the human mountains. Lingnan was high and low, and this place was in the middle, so some of the wind and snow went downwards, and some of the wind and snow climbed up the mountains in the distance. The top of the snow-capped mountains , and sometimes you can catch a glimpse of a lost lone bird passing by in a hurry.
Fengqiling.
The mountains lying on the pillow of the Yellow Mountains are naturally a place of outstanding scenery on earth.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "Lingnan is indeed a good place."
Nan Dao turned his head, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu beside him, and said slowly: "Senior brother can also stay."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and sat there shaking his legs. The snow on the cliff fell rustling down, fell into the blurry flying snow, and then fell into the stream below. middle.
"I can't stay. For people like me, if I don't look for trouble, the trouble will come to me on its own." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly. Although what he said was not very pleasant, the words were full of meaning. There is also a sense of freedom and ease.
Maybe it was because he saw that the junior brother who had been stabbed by him was still living well in the world, living in the green mountains.
Zhang Xiaoyu was indeed in a good mood.
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Besides the relationship between Huangliang and Huaian, are there any other troubles in the world?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Of course there are, and there are many of them. They are like things buried in the snow. They will not come out until the snow melts."
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly, and then said slowly: "Senior brother, have you ever worried that you will do something wrong?"
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Nan Dao and said, "Why do you ask this?"
Nan Dao turned back, looked at the snow falling on the mountain, and said calmly: "It's nothing."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't ask any further questions.
He had only once asked a certain question.
By the clear stream in the apricot forest of Xuanxuyuan, I asked Nan Dao - what if the person I wanted to kill with my sword was kind.
The two of them were talking and then fell silent again.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "Junior Brother's Sword Intent has entered Bai Yi?"
Nan Dao nodded and said: "Yes, my husband said at the beginning that if I could get into Baiyi, I could climb the cliff myself, but now I still need to stay here."
What are you doing here? Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care. But he remembered the problem on the cliff, then smiled softly and said, "There's no rush."
Nan Dao turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu.
"Not urgent?"
He didn't know what this meant.
"Even if you go now, you still won't be able to go up the cliff." Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.
"Why?"
"The white clothes of Mojian Cliff are not the white clothes of the human world." Zhang Xiaoyu said with some regret.
Nan Dao turned his head and looked towards the north of the human world.
"When can that happen?"
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "You have to be on the inclined bridge in the world to be considered white."
Nan Dao fell silent.
That may indeed be a long time coming.
Cultivation is naturally a long and boring thing.
This was the sigh that Nan Dao had when he was in Nanyi City.
He is naturally a person with extremely high talents in the world. Even if the God of Grain is chopped to pieces with a sword, he still has a cultivation speed far beyond that of ordinary people.
But it was still boring.
So sometimes, Nan Dao can indeed understand why Le Chaotian thinks about eating, fun, and sleeping all day long.
How can practicing spiritual practice be as fun as being a worldly person?
Zhang Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the snowy cliff with his arms folded, and said with a soft smile: "But for someone like Junior Brother, it shouldn't take too long."
I don't know why, but Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and then suppressed his smile - as if it was blown away by the wind and snow, but he was extremely calm.
"The great road is the end of human cultivation and the beginning of other stories."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the world quietly and reached out to catch a piece of flying snow. The snowflake fell into his palm and turned into a puddle of water.
"Actually, if you walk slower, you might be happier."
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly and said slowly: "Senior brother, do you want me to walk slower?"
Zhang Xiaoyu retracted his hand and said softly: "It's just a sigh. How I want to go is my own business, but if it were me..."
Zhang Xiaoyu might have wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and just looked at the world with a soft smile.
"That's all."
The two sat there quietly. After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu took out the letter from his arms.
There is green bamboo on the envelope, which has the meaning of sword.
Naturally, no one can see what is written there.
Zhang Xiaoyu was naturally curious.
Just thinking about it, I guess the reason why Qiu Xier left that sword intention was to prevent him from taking it apart and peeking.
Nan Dao looked at the letter in Zhang Xiaoyu's hand and seemed to guess something. It was obviously a snowy winter day, but the boy's hand holding the umbrella suddenly started to sweat a lot.
The calmness that I had pretended to have before was somewhat difficult to maintain. I subconsciously stretched out my hand, but then retracted it in a panic, and said uneasily: "Is this it?"
Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked at Nan Dao's performance. He chuckled and said, "Of course I didn't read the letter that senior sister gave you. I don't know what was written in it."
Nan Dao wiped the sweat from his hands on his clothes, then stretched out his hand and said sincerely: "Give it to me!"
Zhang Xiaoyu held the envelope and said softly: "You seem to have forgotten something."
Nan Dao took a deep breath and said seriously: "Brother, please give me the letter."
Zhang Xiaoyu heard the words "Senior Brother" and then handed over the letter with a smile.
Nan Dao took the letter and read it back and forth several times to make sure Zhang Xiaoyu didn't peek at it. After all, Qiu Xi'er's sword intent was still sealed on the green bamboo leaf.
Although he was very nervous, Nan Dao was not in a hurry to open it. He just stuffed it into his arms, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Thank you, senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "You really should thank me. In order to make this delivery more atmospheric, I came directly from the East China Sea."
As Zhang Xiaoyu said this, he inexplicably thought of the waiter at the small wine shop in Donghai.
Facing the wind and snow on the mountain, the swordsman in white continued: "Do you know how many mountains I have climbed and how many rivers I have crossed? You don't know. You only care about whether your husband writes to you. "
Nan Dao was silent.
But Zhang Xiaoyu, who said this, had a bit of the flavor of the Nanyi City period.
Zhang Xiaoyu said, then looked at Nan Dao and said, "Don't you want to see it?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Don't look now."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said, "That's really a pity."
It's a pity that I couldn't peek into some secrets between my junior brother and senior sister.
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was still sitting there, and said slowly: "Senior brother, are you busy?"
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "It's okay now. What's wrong? Do you want my help to send a letter back?"
Nan Dao shook his head and said: "If you are not busy, you can stay here for a few more days. I have a junior brother here who wants to have hot pot every day during the heavy snow. It should be almost done now."
"Hot pot? Junior brother?" Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and looked at Nandao blankly, and then looked at the woman in red sitting quietly under the snowy wooden house not far away. That definitely couldn't be it. Not to mention men and women, it was the sea of stock. The taste of swordsmanship makes it impossible to learn swordsmanship in Lingnan.
Then he looked towards the small red building behind them.
In the wind and snow, it was impossible to tell whether there was anyone inside.
Nan Dao was about to explain to Zhang Xiaoyu.
Then I heard someone coming up from the mountain path humming a tune.
It was Le Chaotian who held two jars of wine in his arms.
"New fermented wine from green ants, small red clay stove. It's snowing in the evening..."
Le Chaotian raised his head and saw the two people sitting by the cliff. He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Can you have a drink?"
Zhang Xiaoyu's brows twitched, and he turned to look at Nandao, and then back at Le Chaotian, who was walking up in the snow with two jars of wine in his arms.
"Yes, junior brother."
Le Chaotian smiled softly, walked up, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Senior brother's senior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Yes."
Le Chaotian didn't care about Zhang Xiaoyu's attitude. He smiled and walked towards the small building with two jars of wine in his arms. He said with a smile: "Brother, I have to wait for a while. Everything is not ready yet."
"good."
Nan Dao stood up holding an umbrella, turned around and looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "Where did this wine come from?"
"Senior Brother Wu bought it before and asked us to go down and carry the wine. I originally wanted to ask you, Senior Brother, but you ran away to be lazy, so I had to go down and carry the wine myself." Le Chaotian placed the two jars of wine. Outside the building, he looked back at Nan Dao and sighed and said, "Senior Brother, you are so bad, how can you let Junior Brother do such a thing? I am exhausted."
"..." Nan Dao was silent. He just watched Le Chaotian rest there for a while and then moved the wine upstairs. He asked curiously, "Are we going to have hot pot tonight?"
Le Chaotian's voice came from the building.
"The snow should get heavier tonight, that's what Senior Brother Wu said."
After a while, Le Chaotian's figure appeared on the small building. He stood on the corridor of the small building, looking at the snow with his head tilted, thinking for a long time, and said softly: "Maybe it's just the right time."
After Le Chaotian said this, he disappeared into the small building again, wondering what was busy inside.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, without waiting for the next step, and turned back to look at Zhang Xiaoyu.
"How does Senior Brother know that he is Junior Brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the cliff, smiled softly, and said, "If it weren't for my junior brother, I wouldn't be so happy."
If senior brother thinks about too many things, it will naturally be difficult for him to be happy.
Only junior brother doesn't have to think about anything. If anything happens, he can just put it aside and call him "senior brother".
Only then can I happily hum a tune and walk in the snow.
While the two were still talking, Le Chaotian in the small building stretched out his head again, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Senior brother, go down to the Sword Sect and bring up those bowls and chopsticks!"
"..." Nan Dao was silent for a while, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, and said softly: "Senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked at Nan Dao, thought for a moment, and said, "To be honest, I am actually deaf. Junior brother, what do you want to say? Why can't I hear?"
Nan Dao was silent, holding an umbrella and walking down the mountain path.
He had forgotten that when Zhang Xiaoyu was in Nanyi City, he was famous for losing cards and defaulting on his bills.
So if sometimes the senior brother also cheats, then there is nothing we can do.
