The first floor is full of wine.
The door upstairs has been closed long ago, leaving only a little ventilation space. The fire is strong and the hot pot is boiling, so the faint green in the wine becomes like the color of spring.
A group of brothers and sisters were sitting on the floor by the fire, which probably gave them a sense of family members as they sat idle under the light.
Le Chaotian escaped from the five little ones, so Nan Dao was squeezed next to the five little ones. Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan looked at Nan Dao who was drinking wine longingly, their eyes brightened and they licked their lips.
"Uncle Master, I want to drink too."
Nan Dao wanted to say what children drink, but when he thought about it, he seemed to have started drinking very early, but he forgot why he drank.
So he hesitated a little, took a cup, and said, "Drink less, or your master will definitely beat me tomorrow. She used to keep asking me to drink less."
"It's okay, we drink it secretly and quietly, and we will never let her know."
Lu Xiaosan said with a smile.
"..." Nan Dao still poured a drink for each of them.
There wasn't much wine left in the jug, so Nan Dao took the jug to the side, added wine to the jar, and put it back on the stove to heat.
The five little ones were holding wine glasses, taking small sips while stretching their heads to pick up food in the hot pot.
He looked completely satisfied.
Qingjiao drank the glass of wine as soon as it was poured. Naturally, there was no need to talk about any rules. Looking at the five young boys over there who were greedy for wine and hot pot, the woman in red stood up. He tied up his long hair and helped a few people add food to it.
Le Chaotian watched with a smile, and then sipped the wine like the five little ones.
With this kind of attitude outside, even if you are not said to be sitting at the same table with dogs, it is probably not far off.
But the smiling junior brother naturally didn't care about this. After taking a few sips, he put the wine glass aside, put the snowy cabbage into the pot, stirred it a little with chopsticks, and then picked it up. stand up.
There are still a few vermicelli sticks on the cabbage leaves that have been cooked for a long time - this is probably what Le Chaotian is most satisfied with.
Nan Dao clearly saw that after Le Chaotian picked up the chopsticks, his eyes lit up brightly.
It seemed that many years ago, when he was a boy, he had picked up such a chopstick of cabbage vermicelli.
Le Chaotian ate the whole piece of cabbage in one bite with great satisfaction.
Even if it is dipped in some chili pepper that Zhang Xiaoyu put in, it is still delicious and satisfying.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Le Chaotian put down his chopsticks, picked up the wine and took another sip.
Everyone looked over and saw this young man who was passionate about playing music, sighing with great satisfaction.
"The most satisfying place in the world is the spring of spring in the deep mountains."
The light red hotpot in front of me was filled with bubbles, shiitake mushrooms were bobbing, cabbage was blanching, and pairs of chopsticks were staggered like paddles on a wave boat.
And outside that unclosed door, the mountains were immersed in the wind and snow.
It probably does have some meaning of spring coming from deep mountains and old snow.
Lu Xiaosan said with a smile: "Uncle, are you drunk? Why are you only saying these two sentences today?"
Le Chaotian was probably a little drunk. While holding some cabbage in the steaming pot, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a proud smile: "I'm free to talk, so naturally I'm happy to say a few words."
As soon as these words came out, Qingjiao, who was used to being cold, couldn't help but chuckle.
In fact, being used to being cold and cold seems a bit mean to this woman in red who has changed a lot.
It's just that she herself may not have a temperament that can become enthusiastic, so she stays there a little indifferently.
Le Chaotian smiled drunkenly and said, "I probably have a few words to say."
Zhang Xiaoyu and Nan Dao turned to look at the young man who was already a little drunk before he had finished drinking.
"How drunk is the young man holding a cup with a warm smile? How drunk is he with red mud and wild mash? The most satisfying place in the world is a spring in the deep mountains and old snow."
Le Chaotian finished reciting to himself, then clapped his hands and smiled, saying: "Wonderful, wonderful!"
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "Do you have a name?"
Le Chaotian tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "Let Chaotian Nan You Guan Wu'er eat hot pot."
"..."
Nan Dao was silent.
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "Junior brother is very interested."
While eating hot pot, Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Le Chaotian, Le Chaotian, if you are not in a good mood, you will not call me this name."
Everyone was eating hot pot happily.
After Nan Dao drank a few glasses of wine, he put down his chopsticks and stood up.
Le Chaotian looked at Nandao with drunken eyes and asked, "What do you want to do, junior brother?"
Nan Dao walked downstairs and said softly: "I'm going to see Senior Sister and the others."
Lu Xiaoer also put down his chopsticks, followed, and said, "Uncle and I will go together."
Nan Dao looked back at Lu Xiaoer, remained silent for a while, and said, "Okay."
...
The two teenagers, one large and one young, left the small building.
The wind and snow all over the mountains have not stopped, and the world is already invisible everywhere.
Looking back at the small building where the hot pot was cooking and the lights were warm, just as Le Chaotian said, this is the most wonderful thing in the world.
Although there was an umbrella in the South Island, Lu Xiaoer did not go under the umbrella. He just followed with a hat in the wind and snow, stepping deeply into the snow.
Nan Dao looked back at the young boy and said, "Come under the umbrella."
Lu Xiaoer shook his head and said seriously: "There are many stories under Uncle Master's umbrella. This is what Senior Cao Weiying said. I may not be able to afford it. It is better to be exposed to the wind and snow."
Nan Dao smiled softly and said, "Actually, it's not that serious. But why are you following me?"
Lu Xiaoer carried the Xiwu Sword on his back and said softly: "There must be someone by your side, Qing... If that woman doesn't come, then I will."
Qingjiao stayed in the canyon because she heard Feng Yin say that there were uninvited guests in the mountains and asked her to protect Nandao.
Lu Xiaoer naturally knew about this.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, and then said on the mountain road, "Is it just like this?"
Lu Xiaoer seemed to be hesitant, but looking at the young martial uncle holding a black umbrella who was standing in front of him, he still said slowly: "Martial uncle should have a good relationship with senior Cao Weiying. I can guess that he teaches What is the meaning of my sword? No one would teach others such a sword for no reason. Since I have learned it, I naturally have to protect my uncle."
Nan Dao chuckled softly and walked forward holding an umbrella.
"But this is unfair to you. You can learn that sword, but it doesn't matter what Cao Weiying means. Since you called me uncle, I have to tell you, Lu Xiaoer, you are learning swordsmanship just for yourself."
Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything else, he just followed Nan Dao quietly in the snow with his sword on his back.
After a long time, Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Isn't learning the sword to take care of the world?"
Nan Dao pondered for a long time, and then said slowly: "Maybe it is true, but Lingnan can't take care of the world now, it can only take care of Lingnan. The same is true for you and me. We are not people who can take care of the world, so we can only take care of the world first." Keep yourself in mind, maybe in the future, but that’s for the future.”
Lu Xiaoer thought for a long time in the wind and snow, and then said softly: "Okay, uncle."
But the little boy still followed Nan Dao.
Nan Dao didn't say anything else. He walked down the mountain road and went to the Tianya Sword Sect to take a look. Those small green buildings were deserted. Wu Dalong should still be at the Xiaobai Sword Sect.
So the two of them walked towards the Xiaobai Sword Sect along the path that was almost indistinguishable due to the thick snow.
Lu Xiaoer was more familiar with the road, so he walked to the front of Nandao, leaning on the Xiwu Sword, to identify the direction of the trails in the wind and snow.
After walking for a while, Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Uncle."
"Um?"
"What's that story?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "What story?"
"It's the great swordsman who you all call his senior brother who came today."
Nan Dao just said calmly: "It's just some stories about people who can't help themselves."
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a long time, and then said: "When my uncle was brought back from Nanyi City by Master, he was injured by a sword and fell into a deep sleep. I don't know whether he is alive or dead. Is it him who did it?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Yes."
Lu Xiaoer looked back at Nan Dao and said slowly: "Why don't you hate him, uncle?"
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, looking up at the vast snowstorm in the world, and then said slowly: "Because I have seen his pain and his hesitation - this is a very complicated story."
Nan Dao said softly, he didn't know if Lu Xiaoer could understand.
But while talking about these things, he was thinking about the man named Liu Sanyue.
Also on the tomb mountain, I heard many things said by Chen Huaifeng.
So probably because of all these things, Nan Dao didn't have such deep hatred and could continue to face the sword cultivator in white calmly.
People's current choices will of course include all the winds that have blown along the road they have traveled in the past.
All the first choices will determine the final choice even if it takes tens of millions of years.
Just like the wisp of wind that blows through the tip of a hunter's nose when he stands on the top of the mountain and draws his bow.
So the trajectory of that arrow's life will carry the will of that wisp of wind.
Naturally, the young boy Lu Xiaoer could not understand Nan Dao's emotions. He just said seriously: "If it were me, I would not forgive him."
Nan Dao looked at the young boy walking in front. Lu Xiaoer in the winter snow was wearing the same big-eared hat as Lu Xiaosan.
When walking quickly, the little boy's hat flaps would jump up and down.
It seems to be the same.
But it's different.
Lu Xiaoer is much calmer than Lu Xiaosan, and he thinks more - probably because he has to bear more expectations.
"That's why you're called Lu Xiaoer, and I'm called Nan Dao." Nan Dao said softly.
Of course, the name has no special meaning. The biggest meaning is that it is used to distinguish each other.
Just like you are you and I am me.
Instead of you being me, I am you.
That's what Taohua loves to say.
The small white waterfall in the heavy snow is still flowing, with a very strange layer of waterfall ice condensed on the surface, but underneath, there is still gurgling water.
In the midst of such heavy mountain snow for several days, this clear stream coming from the high cliff remained unfrozen, which was obviously extremely rare.
But it seems very reasonable.
Because that stream comes from a certain boy's big lake.
The two passed under the waterfall, and then passed through the red leaf forest covered with snow and falling all over the ground. The snow in the forest was not much thinner. Occasionally, there were a few leaves or broken branches stuck in the snow. .
There were lights on in a courtyard of Xiaobai Sword Sect.
Amidst the red and white, it looks quite warm.
There were also some whispers, but the two teenagers in the wind and snow could not hear them clearly.
So the two of them waded across the snowy river and walked towards the yard.
"division....."
Lu Xiaoer passed through the large square of Jianzong and ran outside the courtyard. Just when he was about to call Lu Xiaoxiao, he saw the young uncle beside him shaking his head strangely and saying silently. gesture.
The young boy quickly stopped talking and looked at the young master uncle in confusion.
The young uncle took a few steps forward on tiptoe, and then secretly opened the courtyard door.
A beam of warm light came out from the yard and shone on the young man's face.
The young boy didn't see anything because he was standing behind the young uncle, so when he saw the extremely strange expression on his uncle's face under the warm light, he felt extremely puzzled.
What did Uncle Master see?
The young boy crept over with his sword in hand.
Then he froze there.
I don’t know how deep the snow is in the courtyard.
There was a small stove burning under the eaves. Beside the stove, two figures were sitting cross-legged under the eaves, happily eating a small hot pot.
Lu Xiaoer probably understood why Nan Dao's expression was so strange.
The most satisfying place in the world.
The old snow in the deep mountains is like a furnace of spring.
It turns out that there is more than just a spring in the little red building outside the canyon.
It’s available here too.
...
"Qingjiao should have gone to have hot pot with junior brother and the others."
Lu Xiaoxiao picked up a piece of fried tofu soaked in red oil from the pot and looked at Wu Dalong while eating it and asked.
"Yes, I specifically asked her to help carry things there, otherwise junior brother and the others would have to worry about how to call her." Wu Dalong laughed.
Lu Xiaoxiao nodded, and poured the tofu into it again. The white and tender tofu was cut into cubes, and fell into the pot and floated up and down with the boiling red soup. It was very tempting, Lu Xiaoxiao Swallowing while watching.
“Which do you think is better, Le Chaotian’s vermicelli and cabbage hot pot, or the red oil tofu hot pot?”
"..." Wu Dalong refused to answer. He just took a bite of the fried tofu and ate it with big mouthfuls.
Then Lu Xiaoxiao hit him on the head with chopsticks.
"Say it."
"Tofu Tofu." Wu Dalong chuckled.
Of course Wu Dalong makes the tofu himself.
When I went shopping at the foot of the mountain before, I bought some soybeans and salt brine. As a thirty-five-year-old man who has carried the Tianya Sword Sect forward for so many years, he naturally knows how to make tofu. When he passes by, he will also make some and sell them down the mountain.
The two of them lit a fire and ate hot pot in the snowy night deep in the mountains and chatted.
But the matter of Zhang Xiaoyu was not mentioned.
When Wu Dalong came, Lu Xiaoxiao was sitting alone in the yard, staring at Feng Xue in a daze.
Although Lu Xiaoxiao has been thinking about Le Chaotian's hot pot scene for a long time, since Zhang Xiaoyu is here, she obviously won't go.
Wu Dalong didn't persuade her, he just sat with her under the eaves for a while, and then asked her if she wanted to eat hot pot?
Lu snacks.
So the old man went back to Tianya Sword Sect and brought a small hot pot and some ingredients. Lu Xiaoxiao ate hot pot for two in Xiaobai Sword Sect together.
This hot pot is far less lively than the one above the wind and snow, but it is quiet and has a quiet warmth.
The two of them ate slowly, but found that the courtyard door opened at some point.
Wu Dalong was still stretching his neck in the pot, and Lu Xiaoxiao kicked him.
"Did you not close the door tightly?"
Wu Dalong turned around and took a look, and found that the door was indeed a little open. He scratched his head and thought for a while, then said, "It's closed. It might have been blown open by the wind. I'll close it."
As he spoke, the old man put down the chopsticks in his hand, wrapped himself in clothes, walked through the path in the courtyard, walked to the door and looked around, but saw no one.
There were just some footprints in the snow.
Wu Dalong glanced down, said nothing, closed the door and walked back.
"What were you looking at just now?" Lu Xiaoxiao asked while taking out the boiling tofu from the pot and looking at Wu Dalong.
"It's nothing, two rabbits just ran into the Sword Sect."
Wu Dalong chuckled and sat across from the hot pot again.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xiaoxiao knocked him on the head again.
"Then why are you standing there in a daze? You're going to be caught and cooked in hot pot!"
Wu Dalong rubbed his head and chuckled, "I've already run away, forget it."
"Then when you stole my rabbit and ate it, why didn't you think about it and let it go?"
"...A good man doesn't mention how brave he was in the past... Oops, that's wrong, that's because he was young and ignorant. Oops, ouch."
...
The young boy and his young master hid under a certain sweet-scented osmanthus tree of Xiaobai Sword Sect.
Wu Dalong's screams could be vaguely heard through the wind and snow.
Lu Xiaoer asked very puzzledly: "Uncle, why do you think Master likes to beat Uncle Wu so much?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Maybe your Uncle Wu deserves a beating."
Lu Xiaoer: "......"
Naturally, the young boy didn't believe such nonsense.
The two of them stayed under the snowy tree for a while, thought about it, and decided to go back to the small building.
So he stepped on the heavy snow in the mountains and headed towards Luofeng Canyon.
The two teenagers ran down quietly in the late night wind and snow, but like innocent dogs on the roadside, they got a stick for no reason, so they walked back to the canyon through the mountain road with a sad look on their faces.
Just after they finished walking the mountain road and stopped on the snow flat outside the canyon, the two knew that someone might be more sad-Qingjiao's cabin finally opened tonight after days of heavy snow. In this vast mountain snow, I was crushed.
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Very lonely and silent outside the wind and snow canyon.
The two teenagers stared at each other.
The whole mountain was silent.
There was still a lot of laughter in the small building not far away.
