Of course, Qingjiao will not look as sad as the teenagers.
After Nan Dao told her the news that her house had collapsed, the woman in red just calmly put down her chopsticks for the four little ones, then opened the door and walked outside the building, standing on the wind and snow corridor and watching quietly With.
Le Chaotian and the others also ran out staggeringly holding their wine glasses and lay upstairs watching.
Nan Dao looked at the four little Hele Chaotian who were stumbling around, and looked at the wine jars on the side with a strange look - both jars were empty.
Sure enough, people who get drunk after just one drink often end up drinking more than one drink.
During the time when he and Lu Xiaoer were away, it was estimated that these people started to indulge under the guidance of Le Chaotian.
Nan Dao also walked outside the door, and saw a group of people lying on both sides of Qingjiao, staring blankly at the small wooden house that was crushed by the heavy snow in the wind and snow. Except for Qingjiao, there were no one who could stand safely. There is only Zhang Xiaoyu.
Le Chaotian lay on the guardrail, raised his hand to move the money bags that had accumulated some snow on his head, and said with a vague smile: "You should blame senior brother for this, he knew clearly that it might collapse. But just don’t say it.”
Qingjiao turned to look at Nandao, probably remembering what Nandao said before when she was building a house, "I don't know if the snowstorm will be severe this year."
Of course Nan Dao also said it, but maybe he didn't say it so clearly.
It turns out that this year’s wind and snow are indeed very heavy.
Qingjiao looked at it calmly for a long time without saying anything. She just turned around and walked back to the building, picked up her sword, then went downstairs and walked quietly towards the collapsed wooden house in the wind and snow.
Lu Xiaosan blushed and hugged the wine glass. He looked at the woman in red in the snow and asked in confusion: "Is she staying there tonight?"
Whether a practitioner has a house to live in is not that important.
If it were in the East China Sea, in the Liuyun Mountains, the sword cultivators could sit freely in the stone forest, with their swords protecting their bodies, and the rain and snow in the human world would naturally be inaccessible.
But this is in Lingnan. Others live happily in small buildings, but you are building a bunkhouse in the mountains, and it will inevitably look a bit miserable.
The five little boys looked at the back of the woman in red and felt a little miserable indeed.
There are also some that I can’t bear.
Le Chaotian just laughed softly and said: "It was the snowstorm that caused her house to collapse, not us. If she really needed help, she wouldn't have just left quietly. If she didn't tell us, we Naturally, it’s hard to say anything. Unreasonable pity and sympathy for a sword cultivator can sometimes be misunderstood as insult or contempt. Senior brother, what do you think?"
When Nan Dao heard this, he subconsciously looked at Le Chaotian, only to find that he was not looking at him, but at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was standing with his sword behind his back.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Le Chaotian calmly, and then said slowly: "Yes."
Lu Xiaosan and the other four were already drunk. Even if they were not drunk, they were still confused. Only Lu Xiaoer turned to look at the sword cultivator in white who didn't say much tonight.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that what Uncle Musician said meant something.
Maybe it's just my own illusion.
Lu Xiaoer thought this way, because after Le Chaotian said that sentence, he raised the wine glass in his hand again - almost all the wine in it was spilled.
He drank the wine at the bottom of the glass boldly, and then staggered back to the stove in the building.
The four little ones also ran in. Lu Xiaoer glanced at Nan Dao on the side, and then at Zhang Xiaoyu not far away.
No matter what, there is always a distance of three feet between the two.
It is exactly the length of the mountain and river sword.
Lu Xiaoer looked at it for a while, then turned around and walked into the building. He sat at the door with his sword in his arms, and then pulled the door closed.
So the wind and snow were separated, and the excitement was also separated.
The wind and snow howled on the corridor. Some people held umbrellas and carried swords, while others just carried swords.
The two looked quietly at the woman in red who stopped in front of the collapsed wooden house.
"Why did Donghai Sword Cultivator appear here in Lingnan to stay?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.
Nan Dao said calmly: "Senior Ting Feng Yin asked him to stay here."
Zhang Xiaoyu then understood why.
After all, there was blood on his sword when he came.
"She doesn't seem to have built a very good house." Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled and said, "If I came here, I would definitely be able to build it better than her."
Nan Dao turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu and said slowly: "Senior brother, can you also build a house?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said proudly: "Back in Nanyi City, I played cards in order to make some money. I, Zhang Xiaoyu, did everything."
Nan Dao looked at him quietly while Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly as he spoke.
"It's a pity that you can't just build a house and settle down in this world."
"People in the arena involuntarily?"
Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked at Nan Dao and said, "Where did you hear this sentence?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said: "When I was free, I randomly read Chen He's biography and saw it. Senior brother, have you heard of it?"
"That's not true." Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile, "I just think it's interesting."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "So what kind of wind and snow collapsed senior brother's former house?"
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at Qingjiao, who was starting to clean up the remains of his wooden house not far away, and said calmly: "It's the wind and snow in my heart. The wind and snow in my heart are more cruel than anything else. The wind and snow in the world collapsed the house, you You can pick up the beams, sweep away the snow, and slowly build it back up.”
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Nandao and said softly: "When the storm in your heart collapses a house, it is often impossible to rebuild it. After you have seen something, it is difficult for you to find the love that was covered up by the hatred. With sincerity.”
Zhang Xiaoyu said, his eyes seemed a little sad and a little guilty, standing under the snowy eaves, looking deeply at Nandao, and said: "Sometimes I always think about that place at the top of Nanyi City. Will the sword become a storm that destroys something in my junior brother's heart?"
Nan Dao was silent.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned back, smiled softly, and said, "But junior brother, you also have a junior brother, which is a good thing."
It is a very good thing and a very happy thing.
Except sometimes I would be made miserable by the senior brother who said something.
Le Chaotian Le Chaotian, this is a name that makes it difficult to cool down the atmosphere.
Although Nan Dao didn't say anything more, the wind and snow under the umbrella became much less.
In my heart too.
The two stood quietly on the corridor outside the building.
Qingjiao had already cleared out all the broken pine trees and put them aside, and then began to build a shack that could barely shelter from the wind and snow.
A small figure walked out downstairs holding a lamp. It was Lu Xiaoyi, the senior sister of Xiaobai Sword Sect. As for the others, they were probably rolling around drunkenly by the fire with a smile.
Lu Xiaoyi held a small warm lamp and warmed his hands with the heat. Then he stood aside and helped Qingjiao illuminate the windy and snowy night.
Qingjiao didn't use any heaven and earth energy or sword power to disperse the wind and snow, but just built a shack within a few feet of those lights.
This scene in the wind and snow in the mountains is very much like the human world.
Maybe this is the human world.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it with admiration, then looked up at the snow-covered money bags hanging under the eaves, thought about it, and said, "Can you give me a few?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "This is junior brother's money."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "Forget it, if it's yours, I'll pick two of them like fruits."
"If you want to pick them, it should be no problem. Junior brother has a lot of money. A few months ago, he even carried them all to the top of the canyon and fell down to play."
Zhang Xiaoyu imagined that scene and smiled in awe: "That's really great."
Zhang Xiaoyu's reaction was not beyond Nan Dao's expectation. In Nan Dao's imagination, Zhang Xiaoyu should have this reaction.
This white-clothed sword cultivator, who played cards in Nanyi City for many years and then left gracefully, seems to be the same as before, but also seems to have changed a bit.
What was hidden changed.
In the past, Zhang Xiaoyu hid his anger and entanglement.
What is hidden now is joy.
So I became very calm and calm.
Just like the river went from the roaring spring to the lonely winter, the fish in the river also became silent.
So although Zhang Xiaoyu was amazed, he didn't reach out to pick up a few money bags. He just stood on the corridor with his arms folded and looked at the world quietly.
The room behind the two of them was still steaming, the lights were warm, and the drunken teenagers were having fun. Lu Xiaosan, Lu Xiaosi, and Lu Xiaowu were probably chasing Le Chaotian, asking him to sing a song for them.
Le Chaotian probably gave in in the end, so he ran downstairs and brought some things up with a bang.
Started to sing.
Probably very cheerful.
There was just a door between them, and the wind and snow were blowing, so I couldn't really hear the lyrics inside.
Nan Dao turned around and leaned against the guardrail with an umbrella, smiling softly as he looked at the silhouette inside.
Zhang Xiaoyu also turned around, looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Le Chaotian, he is probably really happy."
Nan Dao turned his head, but Zhang Xiaoyu had already turned around, jumped off the small building while holding on to the guardrail, stood in the wind and snow downstairs, looked up at Nan Dao, waved and smiled, and walked away into the distance. .
"Junior brother, I'm leaving."
Nan Dao looked silently at Zhang Xiaoyu who was walking away in the snow, and said softly: "Okay."
It was probably the swordsman in white who had disturbed Feng Xue, or maybe he heard the noise outside, so Lu Xiaoer opened the crack in the door and took a peek.
So Nan Dao heard the voice inside clearly.
"Fish are born wildly. Occasionally, in the dusty world, a white-clothed family. If there is wine, it is only poured on the soil of Nanyi. Who would be a young man? If you don't believe in it, you will become a close friend. You are not old yet with blue eyes and singing songs. Before you, wipe your hands All the tears of a hero. If you don’t see me, the moon is like water.”
"You must be drunk this night. Let him, Emei's ballads, are taboo in ancient and modern times. Why ask about your life experience so long? Just ignore it with a sneer. Think about it and regret it from the beginning. One day, your heart will be filled with thousands of kalpas, and later on, you will be afraid of fate. Guita life. However, the promise is important, you must remember it."
Nan Dao looked through the door that Lu Xiaoer had pulled slightly, and saw Le Chaotian lying in front of the stove, holding a pipa, playing it casually, and singing with drunken eyes.
Three young boys gathered in front of him, holding their cheeks in their hands, shaking their heads and listening.
Probably when he saw the young man holding an umbrella outside the gleam of light, Le Chaotian smiled softly, played his pipa casually, and said, "It's so windy and snowy outside, why don't senior brothers come in?"
Nan Dao nodded and walked towards the building. When he was standing in front of the door, the young man turned around. The sword cultivator in white had turned into a tiny dot in the mountain path and would soon be out of sight.
...
Even though the snowstorm has been falling for several days, there are still some pedestrians walking on the road in Nanyi City late at night holding umbrellas and wearing bulging clothes.
Some ice has formed on the river, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated, but the ice layer does not extend to the center of the river, where the river is still surging, carrying a few small boats from north to south.
The boy jumped off the guardrail and stepped on the ice by the river. The boy was not heavy, and the ice was very strong, so nothing happened when he jumped on it and then broke into pieces with a crash. The boy then fell into the river in embarrassment. story.
Hu Lu put the sword in his hand into the snow illuminated by the sparse lights on both sides of the bank, and then walked forward. After walking for a while, he stopped and looked at the small boat not far away.
There was a little mouse demon sitting at the head of the boat, cooking wine there.
As if waiting for something.
It seems to be just to keep myself warm.
Anyway, he sat quietly, looking expressionlessly at the young man Hu Lu standing by the river not far away holding a sword.
"I'm no longer in the north of the city, why are you coming here to sit with me?"
Before it got dark, at the gate of the Sword Sect in the north of the city, the young man holding the sword said sincerely that he could really kill rats.
So Shushu took a boat and went south.
On the roadside, the central man bought himself a pot of wine and cooked it at the head of the boat.
The money in the clay pot was used.
Shushu stopped saving money a long time ago and wandered around the Nanyi River all day, eating and drinking.
It's just that maybe he has been frugal for too many years, and there were many things he wanted to eat, but Shuashu didn't buy them because they were too expensive, so the jar of money was spent very slowly.
As the boat swayed, there was still a muffled sound inside.
If it starts to jingle one day, it’s really almost empty.
Hu Lu didn't care how much money Shushu had spent, and just stood quietly on the river snow holding the sword.
"Because I feel a little uneasy." Hu Lu said slowly, looking at the snow. "Maybe it's because the senior brothers told me too many stories, maybe it's because the snow is too gloomy..."
Shushu said calmly: "What does that have to do with me? After listening to some stories, the young boy began to think about it, and then everyone thought there was something wrong with it?"
Hu Lu was silent for a while, and then said softly: "You are right, but I just feel uneasy. I don't know as much as my senior brothers, and I don't see as far as they do, so I can't always see like them. Looking at things thousands of miles away. I can only come and see this Nanyi River."
Shushu stretched out his hand to light the fire by the stove, looked up at the heavy snow, and said with a sneer: "It turns out that Jianzong also knows how to be afraid."
"It's not Jian Zong who's afraid, but me." Hu Lu was very sincere. The boy's sincerity might be ridiculous, but he was full of sincerity.
People from the Sword Sect sometimes strike lightly or harshly.
This is especially true for the young men of the Sword Sect.
When a young man sees something, he is easily excited and excited, so with a sincere but paranoid sense of responsibility, he holds a sword to see the world.
So Chen Huaifeng hasn't visited it for a long time, but Hu Lu has been lingering here.
Shushu said calmly: "Then you should lower your attitude, like your senior brother."
"It's senior brother who feels guilty, not me." Hu Lu said calmly, "What's more, you should know very well why I came here again."
There is a jug of wine on the boat, but there are two wine glasses.
There was probably a friend of Shushu who drank with Shushu here.
So where did Shushu's friends go?
That's what Hu Lu thought.
When he was sitting in the Sword Sect, he once saw a blue bird flying away in the wind and snow.
After a long time, Hu Lu remembered something, but unfortunately the little kingfisher had disappeared.
So he came to the river again.
Shushu looked down at the fire and sneered, "So I can't have a bowl of wine with my friends to warm up?"
Hu Lu just looked at her calmly.
Shushu sat down leaning on the snow-covered boat canopy, looking at the snowstorm, and said calmly: "Of course I will, and I will definitely take revenge on you, the Sword Sect of the World."
Hu Lu stood there silently.
Yes, the word revenge is irrefutable.
"But I'm not a young girl. I can also see what Chen Huaifeng is worried about." Shushu said calmly.
Shushu, who looks like a little demon girl, has naturally lived for many years.
"Nanyi City is very calm now because it is waiting for a bigger snowstorm from the south."
Shushu looked at Hu Lu with great irony and said, "Why do you think I would tell the world about your Sword Sect's stupid thing under such circumstances?"
The wind and snow are blowing, Nanyi City is very cold, and Shushu's wine may have to cook for a long time.
Maybe boiling it hot may not be able to dissolve the snow in Shushu's heart and turn it into a peaceful stream flowing away.
"Who knows?" Hu Lu said.
He looked like he was arguing.
But when such words are spoken, it naturally means that they are at a disadvantage.
"I will not let mistakes happen for the sake of some so-called stability. I am Shushu, a little demon in the world, not a disciple of your human sword sect. I recognize and understand clearly who is at fault, so I have to start from the beginning. Who can get it back?" Shushu said calmly.
"If you really don't want it to happen one day, I will reveal those things." Shushu looked at the young man above the snow in the river, "Then, may I ask, why did your senior brother, your senior brother Huai Feng, not choose to die to apologize? ?”
Hu Lu stood there blankly holding his sword.
"I talk about guilt and struggle all day long. In the final analysis, I just unreasonably hope that the world will generate some shameful pity from the grief that I pour out to myself to excuse my stupid guilt."
Shushu raised his head and looked at the snowstorm quietly, speaking extremely calmly and indifferently.
"If he is really guilty and struggling, then why doesn't he die?"
Shushu lowered his head, looked at Hu Lu, and said with a sneer: "When you go back, remember to ask me a question."
"You Human Sword Sect, Chen Huaifeng, Zhang Xiaoyu, or more of the so-called senior brothers who walk around the world and look at the world, when will you unreasonable people be willing to die?"
