The heavy snowfall that lasted for several days in the south ended in the early morning of the second day after eating hot pot.
The four little ones except Lu Xiaoer probably slept until noon because they drank too much with Le Chaotian last night.
When Le Chaotian saw that Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao were not seen, he led Lu Xiaoyi and others through the snow in the mountains that was up to their calves, and returned to the Xiaobai Sword Sect.
Lu Xiaoxiao was already up and shoveling snow in the yard.
It must have been shoveling all morning, and a lot of open space had been shoveled out of Jianzong's Guishuping. The shoveled snow was piled under the trees, like big buns.
Le Chaotian stopped at a snowpack under the tree. He was probably a little curious about how Lu Xiaoxiao could shovel so much snow in one morning, so he looked at it for a long time, but did not ask about it. He just said something else with a smile. thing.
"Senior sister, why didn't you come to eat hot pot last night?"
Lu Xiaoxiao said without raising his head: "I'm catching a cold."
"Why do you get up so early in the morning to shovel snow when you're cold?"
Lu Xiaoxiao glared at Le Chaotian and said, "Am I feeling better today? If you are free, help me shovel the snow, so that Xiaoyi and the others can practice their swordsmanship."
Le Chaotian said sincerely: "Sister, I really don't want to be lazy. Look at the cold weather, why not let the snow become natural and let Xiaoyi and the others rest for a while?"
Lu Xiaoyi and others on the side nodded in agreement.
Lu Xiaoxiao sneered and stood the shovel in his hand in the snow with a clang.
Le Chaotian spread his hands helplessly to Lu Xiaoyi and the others, then turned around and ran away.
Lu Xiaosan was very brave, and he walked towards the yard without hearing the bell on his back.
"I have to recite the name of the sword in the afternoon, so I need to go to sleep first... Ouch, ouch."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiaoxiao raised his ear.
...
When Le Chaotian ran back to the canyon dejectedly, Lu Xiaoer was practicing his sword in the snow of the canyon.
The sword wind surrounding him prevented the young boy from falling when he stepped on the thick snow. He drew his sword with grace and grace, flipping and leaping like a fallen leaf blown by the wind on the snow.
Nan Dao was sitting in the snow under a tree nearby, with the energy of heaven and earth surging around him, and his sword intention wandering around. He should be cultivating his sword intention.
As for Qingjiao, she has disappeared. Looking at the deep footprints in the snow in the canyon going to the other end, she probably found some more wood to build her cabin.
After the snow, the mountains were quite peaceful. Apart from the sound of Lu Xiaoer practicing his sword, there was the sound of Wu Dalong diligently forging iron from the Tianya Sword Sect below.
Le Chaotian poked his head around the mouth of the canyon and took a look, then planned to go back to the small building to catch up on his sleep. After all, he drank too much last night and his head was still dizzy today. If it weren't for sending Lu Xiaoyi and others back, Le Chaotian would have Too lazy to get up.
On such a snowy day, it is still comfortable to open the small door half open and sleep by the fire.
As for why you open half a small door, it is naturally to tell yourself that the snow outside is too thick and suitable for sleeping, so under this psychological suggestion, you will sleep more soundly.
Le Chaotian knows this well.
It was a pity that after taking two steps, before crossing the snow at the mouth of the canyon, I heard Lu Xiaoer's voice coming from the canyon.
"Uncle Master."
Le Chaotian looked into the canyon. The young boy who was practicing swordplay in the snow had stopped and was standing in the snow with his sword in hand, looking over here.
This also made Le Chaotian sure that he was calling himself and not Nandao.
"Um?"
Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaoer with confusion.
"I want to try the sword with my uncle again." Lu Xiaoer said seriously.
When Le Chaotian heard this, he shook his head and said: "Forget it, it's so stupid to fall down in such thick snow. Isn't your Uncle Nan right next to you? You can find him."
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "I can't beat Master Nan."
Le Chaotian was unhappy when he heard this. He looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "You mean you can beat me now?"
Lu Xiaoer stood coolly in the snow and said, "Thirty years..."
"...."
There is a saying, if it weren't for the fact that Lu Xiaoer was wearing a winter coat made by Lu Xiaoxiao himself, which looked a bit bloated, this sentence would actually be quite interesting.
But there is a taste, and the despised Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaoer with a smile and said: "You are finished, young man."
Of course, Le Chaotian's Die Lianhua was not with him, but in the small building. So as Le Chaotian's words fell, the long sword flew out of the small building and landed in Le Chaotian's hand.
Although Le Chaotian's sword intention appeared quickly, it was not very strong because it was rarely cultivated. Therefore, the sword swayed rather than appearing suddenly like Nan Dao.
Perhaps Lu Xiaoer's words stimulated Uncle Le Chaotian. The young man walked toward the canyon with his sword in his hand with a smile. He casually pulled out the sword and threw the scabbard aside handsomely, sticking it in the snow. , while looking at Lu Xiaoer, he said: "You are really finished, young man!"
In the winter snow canyon, the uncle and the nephew were facing each other. Because the fallen leaves were covered with heavy snow, the sword test between the two was just the kind of sword test that had been practiced in the world for thousands of years.
The one who loses is called senior brother.
Of course, between these two uncles and nephews, there is no such thing as the latter. After all, no matter whether he wins or loses, he is giving Lu Xiaoer a super promotion.
Lu Xiaoer was very good at pretending. He stepped lightly on the snow and raised his sword in front of him. Le Chaotian didn't even think of saying "please", but he took a good posture and said "please" first.
Le Chaotian didn't care at all. He stepped on the snow pit with his sword and walked towards Xiaoer Lu step by step.
Naturally, Lu Xiaoer would not underestimate his lazy uncle, who was lazy. After all, he was also a master who knew the water realm. But he had just seen the mountain. He raised his sword with a solemn expression and looked at Le, who was walking towards him. Towards the sky.
When the distance between the two was less than ten feet, Lu Xiaoer took a step forward, raised his sword and stabbed forward.
"You stupid little boy." Le Chaotian said with a smile, and then he also accelerated and came towards the snow with a sword.
The appearance and posture are very similar to the Xixue sword from Nandao. The only difference is that Nandao's sword has snow on it, while Le Chaotian's sword has snow on it.
That's why he came here to pick up the snow. He slashed across the ground with his sword, picking up a lot of snow flakes. Then, the sword intent surrounded the sword body, but it directly picked up the snow as well as the sword.
Lu Xiaoer stabbed with his sword and was blinded by the snowflakes. When he came back to his senses, the sword in his hand had been tilted away by Le Chaotian.
Le Chaotian stopped in front of Lu Xiaoer with his sword, and the snow on the sword had melted.
It was dripping with water.
Naturally, it is the fast sword that can create high temperatures and melt those snow flakes.
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, and he had already lost before he could react.
It wasn't until Le Chaotian laughed proudly, sheathed his sword and turned to leave that Lu Xiaoer blushed and said, "You are cheating!"
Le Chaotian walked with a smile on his face and said, "What kind of trick is this? If you don't make use of the snow on the ground, how can you still blame me?"
Lu Xiaoer held his sword and wanted to argue, but he happened to turn around and saw Nan Dao had opened his eyes and looked here.
"Uncle Master, you are playing tricks on me. You clearly agreed that it was a sword test, and this old boy is disturbing me by picking up snow!"
Nan Dao looked at the people walking there happily, then smiled softly and said, "If it were me, I wouldn't do this."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, looked at Nan Dao and said, "What will Uncle Master do?"
Nan Dao stood up and walked towards Lu Xiaoer. Behind him, Yuyaozhou unsheathed his sword and stabbed Lu Xiaoer in his hand. The sword was not fast, so Lu Xiaoer turned sideways and gave way. , and then he opened his eyes wide in astonishment and watched as his uncle, a master with a fast sword, clenched the black umbrella in his hand.
The black umbrella fell down with the sound of howling wind, and then stopped in front of Lu Xiaoer's eyebrows.
Nan Dao is naturally a serious swordsman.
But what he uses most often, besides wielding a sword and wielding a sword, is also to smash an umbrella against his body.
Especially the latter one is almost always tried and true.
Ximen's knife had made holes under the umbrella.
"Not all sword trials are based on fairness like the fallen leaves sword trial." Nan Dao took back his umbrella and his sword, and said calmly: "Only if you can win a sword trial in the world, you can win." Be reasonable."
Lu Xiaoer stood there blankly.
But Le Chaotian walked away with a smile and said: "Look, let me just say this is not a fool's errand. Even during the Fallen Leaves Sword Test, your Uncle Nan often picked some fallen leaves to interfere with me."
"..." Lu Xiaoer was speechless.
"You are already familiar with the sword cultivator's pretentious ways." Le Chaotian turned around with a smile, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "But young man, you still have a long way to go before the sword cultivator's despicable ways. !”
The young boy sighed deeply, then walked out of the canyon with his sword on his back.
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer's retreating figure and asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"
Lu Xiaoer said softly: "I went to Xiaobai Waterfall to fetch water."
The little boy is calm, but he learns and uses it.
Le Chaotian stopped at the mouth of the canyon with a smile, and was quite pleased to see the back of Lu Xiaoer holding his sword in the snow.
There were some rustling sounds from the other end of the canyon.
The two of them looked back together and saw the woman in red who had gone out early in the morning, dragging a large bundle of wood back.
This time she learned wisely.
Those trees that had been bent or broken under the weight of the snow were discarded, and those trees that were still unbroken after days of heavy snow were chosen.
So this time the cabin will probably be much stronger.
But this time she was also cautious, and when she passed by Nan Dao, she asked sincerely.
“Are these trees okay?”
Nan Dao looked at it twice, nodded, and said, "It should be okay, but if you are worried, you can ask Senior Brother Wu for advice. He knows more than us."
Qingjiao nodded and said, "Okay."
Then he dragged those trees through the canyon, and then piled them next to the damaged cabin. Then he picked one, dragged it in the snow, went down the mountain road, and really went to Tianya Sword Sect. .
Le Chaotian walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the woman in red dragging a long tree away. He was a little surprised and said, "I thought she wouldn't ask."
But think about it, after all, as a cultivator, he can be regarded as an upper-class cultivator in the human world. It would be a shame to build a house twice in a row and it was crushed by heavy snow. It would be a shame to spread the news.
Not long after, Qingjiao dragged the tree up the canyon again, with a slight smile on her face.
"Senior Brother Wu said that these trees can be used."
When Le Chaotian heard Qingjiao's words about senior brother, he raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. He yawned and walked towards the small building, saying: "If you're sleepy, just keep the paper tent warm. If you're full and you're not tired of the sweet mountains and vegetables, go to bed." "
Nan Dao walked out of the canyon holding an umbrella. He looked at Qingjiao sitting in the snow and carefully handling the trees. He thought about it and said, "Want to help?"
Qingjiao looked up at Nan Dao in surprise, but saw that the young man under the umbrella didn't look like he was joking. He was silent for a while and said, "No need."
"Although I don't know whether what you said is true or not, it can be regarded as helping me after all." Nan Dao said.
Qingjiao peeled off the bark of the tree with his sword, and said calmly: "That's not helping you, but helping Senior Tingfengyin. In the end, this is just a deal between me and Senior Tingfengyin. If you help me cover it, House, then I will owe you a favor. If someone really invincible comes, I will not be able to leave."
Nan Dao said nothing more, holding an umbrella and turning back to the canyon.
It's just that he didn't cultivate his sword intention, nor did he practice his sword. Instead, he sat there and stared at the thick mountain snow covering the world in a daze.
"You seem to be worried?" Qingjiao, who was peeling the bark of a tree next to the wooden house at the entrance of the canyon, raised his head and glanced at him, and then said calmly.
Nan Dao looked down at the sword on his lap and said softly: "Yes. Because I don't know if I did something right or not."
"I don't know if it's right, why should I do it?"
Nan Dao tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know either. Maybe I was in a bad mood at the time and thought of it, so I did that."
"What's up?"
Qingjiao asked.
But after waiting for a long time, he didn't even wait for Nan Dao's answer. When he raised his head, he found that the boy had stood up again and walked towards the other end of the canyon.
Qingjiao frowned and looked at the boy's back, but she didn't know what happened.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and silently walked through the snowy roads until he reached the cliff with his own small grave.
Even that grave mound had been deeply covered by snow, and only some protrusions and the stone slab that had been buried a lot by the snow could be seen.
Nan Dao looked quietly for a while, then walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down alone.
Sitting here and looking at it, it is true that there are gray heads everywhere in the world.
There is a vast expanse of white snow everywhere. Although the wind and snow have stopped, it will probably take a long time for the snow to melt.
Nan Dao sat quietly for a long time, and then took out the letter Zhang Xiaoyu brought from Mojian Cliff from his arms.
The envelope was as clean as the snow. There is a green bamboo leaf on the seal, with a sword intent on it.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, then raised his hand and touched the bamboo leaf. When the extremely sharp sword intent touched Nan Dao's fingertips, it turned into a soft sword intent fish, and then fell into the hand and submerged into the black umbrella.
So when the wind blew, the envelope in his hand was blown away.
Nan Dao picked the envelope in his hand, and then took out the piece of paper.
The content of the letter is very simple.
Only one word.
good.
Nan Dao looked at the word quietly, remembering what he had written in his third letter, and then laughed softly.
He just smiled and looked a little sad, holding the letter and sitting on the edge of the cliff.
Staring at the snow-capped mountains in a daze.
Sir, what should I do?
Of course people cannot live rationally forever.
There will always be times when he will think of that sword.
So I will do something that I will regret later.
The mountain breeze in the world is silent and the snow is silent. His husband is far away in the East China Sea, so naturally he will not give any answers to the young man's doubts.
So the young man put the letter away, carefully put it back in his arms, drew out the Peach Blossom Sword, stood on the high cliff, and began to draw the sword towards the mountain snow in the world.
Maybe moving the body cannot calm the mind.
Therefore, even though there were gusts of sword wind on the cliff, and the sword light flashed, it stirred up countless snows that were already silent, and flew on the cliff, like withered white plums.
However, the sword gradually took on the color of snow.
It is the sword of fine snow.
The sword comes out and the wind and snow reappear in the world.
It also represents the reappearance of the storm in the heart of the South Island.
So when the sword of Xixue almost hit the young boy who climbed up the cliff, Nan Dao woke up and hurriedly sheathed his sword.
Lu Xiaosan stood there in shock, his forehead covered with sweat.
"Uncle, were you distracted just now?"
Lu Xiaosan raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said with some fear.
Nan Dao looked apologetically at Lu Xiaosan, who was scared to death, and said, "Sorry, remember to call me next time."
"Yeah." Lu Xiaosan nodded hurriedly, but he caught a glimpse of the tomb next to it. He walked over curiously and pushed aside the snow.
Then I saw the name of Nandao.
Lu Xiaosan was just as stunned as Lu Xiaoer before.
"This is......"
Nan Dao returned to the cliff and sat down in the snow, saying, "Your master dug it. She thought I was dead and wanted to bury me."
"..." Lu Xiaosan remained silent with a guilty conscience. Then he looked at Nan Dao, who was sitting on the edge of the cliff looking a little melancholy, and said, "Uncle Master, he doesn't seem to be in a good mood?"
Nan Dao didn't say much, just nodded.
"No wonder." Lu Xiaosan said, sweeping the snow aside, and then sat down, looking at the pure white snow all over the mountain, and said slowly, "Master sometimes does it when he is in a bad mood. Sitting by the sweet-scented osmanthus forest above Jianzong. If it were me, I wouldn’t. If I’m in a bad mood, I’ll just go make a fuss and run around for a while, and then I’ll forget why I’m in a bad mood.”
Nan Dao looked at the young boy on the side. Lu Xiaosan was indeed the most naughty of the five little ones from the Little White Sword Sect, and it did seem like something he could do.
"Aren't you afraid of getting beaten if you make a scene?"
Nan Dao asked curiously.
Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said: "It's good to be beaten. Master won't really hit me anyway. As long as you hit me, you will no longer think about why you are in a bad mood. Instead, you will think about how I want to secretly beat Master tonight." The sugar bowls were all replaced with salt.”
"..."
Of course, it is also possible to cover all the wind instruments of Le Chaotian with mud.
This has happened before.
But later it became less frequent.
You probably also discovered that if you mess up Le Chaotian's instrument, he won't be angry at all and will just come back to tease you in a roundabout way.
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaosan who was grinning beside him, and thought to himself, should he do something like this?
