Nan Dao was sitting cross-legged on the corridor of the Little Red Building, concentrating his sword intent as usual.
The Yuanqi River in the Divine Sea has become extremely strong, crossing the large lake at the intersection and rushing towards the still unformed Dao Sea in the distance.
The stream of sword intent swam around like a fish of silver light in the deep blue sea.
Nan Dao sat by the stream for a long time, and then walked towards Daoshu.
After being released from seclusion and becoming a Taoist, Nandao has actually not seen his own Tao sea and Tao trees for a long time.
Probably because there are so many years in the mountains.
After walking for a long time, Nan Dao finally crossed the prototype of the Dao Sea, which had gradually gained some depth, and stopped in front of the Dao tree.
Looking up, the tree is full of white flowers. Many of them have absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth and turned into small green Tao fruits, which are hanging on the branches and hidden among the flowers.
When the wind of the divine sea blows by, it looks like many green bells in flowers.
It's just a pity that there is no sound, it just keeps wandering.
Maybe it's because of the great sound.
When Nan Dao was thinking this, he suddenly heard a soft chirping sound.
He initially thought it was the sound of the green Dao Fruit, but after listening carefully for a long time, he realized that the sound did not come from the divine sea, but from the outside world.
When Nan Dao opened his eyes, he saw Peach Blossom on his knees and Youtiao Island around him humming incessantly.
Looking up at the sky above the mountain snow, there were many sword intentions swimming around, seemingly forming an invisible network, and then slowly fell silent.
Nan Dao lowered his head and looked at Qingjiao downstairs. The woman in red, who had been quietly building her own cabin there, now also held her sword and looked at the sky quietly.
"what is that?"
Nan Dao looked at her and asked.
Qingjiao looked at it quietly for a long time, then lowered his head again, drilling holes in the peeled wooden pillar in front of him.
"The mountains in Lingnan are closed."
Nan Dao frowned, but inexplicably thought of Zhang Xiaoyu who arrived last night.
"Closing the mountain, why?"
Qingjiao calmly drilled the hole in the wooden pillar, then put it aside, picked up another wooden beam, looked at it for a long time, and began to sharpen the tip - it should be larger than the hole so that it can be embedded in it. Will fall off. Although tools such as the ink cartridge angle are not used, a sword cultivator in the small Dao realm has a very good eye. It is rare to be able to deflect the ink line like Le Chaotian.
"I don't know. It can't be because Lingnan is about to produce its first Dao sword cultivator. I guess something happened." Qingjiao said calmly.
Although this sentence is a bit harsh, it is also true. If one day, Lingnan really has the first Dao sword cultivator, I think they will really choose to seal the mountain.
Nan Dao sat on the corridor of the small building and looked at the sky quietly. On the snowy mountains in the distance, there were still swords and swords shooting out from time to time, and then scattered in the sky like fireworks.
Le Chaotian was probably awakened by those movements. He yawned and walked out. He leaned on the guardrail and tilted his head to look at the Jianyi fireworks above the mountain snow.
"Hey, there's such a big movement, maybe they're arresting someone in the mountains."
Le Chaotian said with a smile, then turned to look at Nandao and said, "When your senior brother came yesterday, there seemed to be blood on the sword. It couldn't be that he did something crazy."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "I don't know."
Le Chaotian looked at it with a smile for a while, and then muttered: "Hide in the small building and form a unified body. Take care of the southeast, northwest, and winter. Take care of the winter, summer, and spring and autumn."
The junior brother who was lazy in winter walked around the building a few times, then walked down with a piano in his arms, swept the snow on the edge of the cliff, then sat down and played and sang lazily.
"The flying fairy is about to come down, and the water palace is dressed up early. The delicate and shy are afraid of the knowledge of spring. They cross the white dragonfly and the Tianmen is not yet dawn. The colorful clothes are in disorder, the muscles and bones are clear and beautiful, the moon is on the plum eaves, the wind is on the willow bridge, and the world is red and dusty."
"The heavy doors are closed, forgetting the mountain valley. Drinking wine and chewing Qionghua, letting the drunkenness come, the jade mountain will fall. Silently speaking, at this twilight period, outside the hut and in front of the jade hall, everything is romantic and good."
Nandao has long been immune to Le Chaotian's habit of playing and singing everywhere, and just quietly looked at the continuous mountain snow.
After a long time, Nan Dao stood up with his sword on his back and walked downstairs.
When he walked downstairs, Le Chaotian strummed the strings freely and hummed leisurely, "Everywhere is romantic."
However, Qingjiao looked up at Nan Dao, who was walking down with an umbrella, and asked, "You want to go out?"
Nan Dao thought for a moment and said, "I'll go to the Sword Sect and ask my senior brothers and the others."
Qingjiao didn't say anything, she lowered her head and continued to work on her cabin.
The snow just started to stop today, so there was no sign of melting, but it was not as soft as before. Nan Dao held an umbrella and walked in the snow, heading down the mountain road.
After passing through the paths with hanging snow on the branches, Nandao stopped in the yard of Tianya Sword Sect. Wu Dalong held a hammer and stood on the edge of the yard looking at it. Hearing the footsteps in the snow, he turned to look He came over and said with a smile: "Junior brother, why are you down today?"
Nan Dao looked up at the sky and said: "Qingjiao said that the mountains in Lingnan have been closed. I wanted to ask my senior brother to see if he knows anything."
Wu Dalong shook his head as expected, looked at the sword lights in the sky in the distance, and said: "It has been snowing for days, and I haven't gone out..."
Wu Dalong seemed to have thought of something, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Are you worried that it's Senior Brother Zhang's problem?"
Nan Dao didn't speak, just stood there quietly.
Wu Dalong patted Nan Dao on the shoulder, smiled, and said, "Senior Brother Zhang is a great swordsman from the Human Sword Sect. If this matter is really related to him, the Little Jiufeng Sword Sect will not choose to seal the mountain. Because it’s impossible to keep him.”
Nan Dao looked at Wu Dalong and said, "Little Jiufeng Sword Sect?"
Wu Dalong explained: "The nine sword sects scattered among the peaks in Lingnan have existed longer than Mojian Cliff. They have always been the most important part of the Lingnan sword sect. At the time, there were about 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan. Thirty thousand people come from these nine sword sects. Generally, Lingnan sword cultivators refer to them as Xiao Jiufeng. However, after the battle in Nanyi City, there should only be a few thousand left."
Nan Dao recalled the scene he saw at the Tingfeng Sword Sect.
There are only a few disciples left in such a large sword sect, including Can Jian Lingding and Gao Ya Gufeng.
Probably just listening to the wind in the world, he also died in the world.
Wu Dalong was probably also feeling a little emotional. He looked at the sword lights in the Xueji sky and said softly: "The Little Jiufeng Sword Sect was actually glorious back then, but that was when it was just born in the human world. Sword cultivators still regard the ancient style of swordsmanship as their standard. The era of the core.”
Probably just didn’t catch up with the wave of the avenue.
So Lingnan became what it is now.
However, Nan Dao inexplicably remembered his original guess and asked: "Is the Seventh Senior Brother Mojianya whom the world calls born in Lingnan?"
Wu Dalong smiled with some regret: "If he was really born in Lingnan, Lingnan would not be what it is now. He is a figure more famous than the Sword Sect Xianqiao in the world. Most of the sword-grinding cliff sword styles come from But he may have indeed visited Lingnan before going up the cliff, because it has always been recognized in the world that the Seventh Senior Brother was a knight-errant swordsman, a master of the core of retro-style swordsmanship and the way of swordsmanship. Such a person, when he was young, Naturally, you have to go through the world of swordsmanship before you can become the first person in the world of swordsmanship. If you are interested, you can go to the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect in the future."
"Yeah." Nan Dao nodded.
The two of them looked at the Tianya Sword Sect's courtyard for a long time before Wu Dalong turned around and headed towards the path leading to the sword-making platform.
Nan Dao looked at Wu Dalong's back and asked, "Senior brother, are you still forging swords?"
Wu Dalong said with a smile: "It's snowing in the world, there is nothing to do, except forging swords, there is probably nothing to do."
Major events in the world of spiritual practice have nothing to do with people like Wu Dalong, and he can only form a small part of major events in the human world.
That’s why it’s called Xiao Xiao Jian Xiu.
Small nature has small benefits.
Zhang Xiaoyu should be very envious.
Not long after, the clanging sound sounded again in the Tianya Sword Sect.
Nan Dao left the Tianya Sword Sect holding an umbrella. He looked up and thought that Qingjiao was probably still busy building a house, otherwise he would still have to live in the shack built yesterday tonight, so he didn't go up to call her again. , turned around and walked towards the mountain gate alone.
Qingjiao has probably become the person she despised at the beginning, the person who doesn't practice swordsmanship but just repairs the house every day.
Of course, building a house does not conflict with spiritual practice.
Only when Nan Dao walked near the mountain gate, he found that the woman in red was already walking quietly under the mountain gate.
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows, looked at her and said, "When did you come?"
Qingjiao looked back at Nandao and said calmly: "Just now."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then reached out and flicked his Parrot Island backwards.
The sword body trembled, and the sword intent spread.
Only then did Nan Dao discover that there were some slight sword intentions everywhere in this green mountain. If you weren't careful, you would disturb Qing Jiao.
So what she said about the blood stains under the mountain gate was probably true?
Nan Dao retracted his hand and didn't say anything. He looked at Qingjiao and said, "I'm going to Tingfeng Creek. I might not be able to come back until very late. Are you sure you don't want to go back and build your house first?"
Qingjiao said calmly: "Without that wooden house, I wouldn't have frozen to death."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, said nothing more, and walked on the snow on the stone steps holding an umbrella.
It has been snowing for several days, but the mountain road is not easy to walk. Although the world is peaceful, the snow everywhere is white, and it feels a bit dizzying after seeing too much.
The entire Lingnan was extremely peaceful. I don't know if it was because of the snow or the sword light above the mountain snow.
The two walked quietly among the mountains and snow.
"Why are you going to listen to Feng Xi?"
Qingjiao walked in front and said calmly.
Nan Dao was walking slowly behind, holding an umbrella. From time to time, snow would fall from the branches, fall on the umbrella, make a dull sound, and then slide down again.
"I want to know why the mountain is closed."
Qingjiao turned her head and looked at Nandao for a long time, and then said slowly: "You look very uneasy."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Yes."
Qingjiao didn't ask any more questions, just walked calmly in front.
After walking for a while, the woman in red, holding a sword and walking in the snow, said calmly: "When you enter the realm of enlightenment, you can burn the energy of the divine sea and use the power of the sword to transform into sword light and go away."
Nan Dao looked at the woman in red who stopped in front and said, "What are you talking about?"
Qingjiao looked back at Nandao and said, "I'm afraid that if you want to escape then, you will be obsessed with walking all day long and forget the speed that a sword cultivator should have."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "I always feel that you are hinting at something."
Qingjiao turned back, continued walking forward, and said calmly: "It's just a kind reminder."
Nan Dao stepped on the snow and said: "Lingnan is a very good place. Although it seems to you, the Donghai Sword Sect, that they have delayed their practice due to various things, but this may be the reason. The joy of being human.”
Qingjiao said slowly: "So your uneasiness is just because you are worried about what will happen to Lingnan?"
Nan Dao walked in silence for a long time before slowly saying: "Yes."
It's just that, yes, it's always a little unconvincing.
But neither of them said anything, and walked quietly in the mountain forest covered with snow.
Although he did not transform into sword light, he finally stepped on the sword wind, and it was not as slow as Nan Dao imagined.
At noon, the two of them arrived near the snow-covered Tingfeng Creek.
Although the stream is not frozen, the water in the stream has a somewhat blocked feel. It is not gurgling, but silent.
There were already many sword cultivators by the stream, but Ting Feng Yin was not there, so the sword cultivators were looking around.
Nan Dao and Qing Jiao stood on the edge and listened quietly, carrying their swords on their backs.
People couldn't wait and began to speculate on many things.
For example, Zhang Xiaoyu came to Lingnan to ask for swordsmanship and accidentally killed Tingfeng Yin.
The more daring ones are guessing that the long-lost Shenhe appeared in Lingnan, but the serious injury has not healed, so Lingnan suddenly closed the mountains.
There are all kinds of weird things.
...
Of course Ting Feng Yin will not come.
He is at the foot of the southernmost mountain in Lingnan.
There was a man in black robe holding a sword.
Di Qianjun, the Southern Dispatcher of Heavenly Prison, was seriously injured by Lin Erliang because of Heavenly Prison's self-examination and has only recovered to this day.
This sword cultivator from the fifth realm of the small path, who was born in Liuyun Sword Sect, stood quietly at the foot of the mountain, looking at the Lingnan sword cultivator who came from the sixth realm of the small path from Lingnan.
"I need to know the reason why Lingnan is closed."
Although Di Qianjun's level of strength is not as good as Ximen's, his background is far stronger than Ximen's.
Behind Ximen, apart from the small Five Swordsman Sect, there is only Heavenly Prison to rely on.
But Di Qianjun is different. He comes from Liuyun Sword Sect, one of the three major sword sects in the world, and he is also the southern dispatcher of the entire Heavenly Prison.
Therefore, the confidence and meaning of speaking are naturally different.
Ting Fengyin stopped in front of Di Qianjun and said calmly: "This matter is of great concern. Even the Heavenly Prison cannot reveal even a little bit about it."
Di Qianjun pressed his sword and looked at the leader of the Tingfeng Sword Sect quietly, and then said slowly: "I have reason to believe that Lingnan wants to trap those people from the Heavenly Prison who are still in the mountains."
Tingfeng Yin smiled softly and said, "Lingnan didn't let them go up the mountain."
"What's the point of clinging to such a young man and even involving the East China Sea Sword Sect?"
"Whether you mean it or not has nothing to do with today's matter."
"The Heavenly Prison has killed dozens of people in Lingnan."
"Lingnan didn't take action." Tingfeng Yin said calmly, "I know that His Majesty is behind Heavenly Prison, but Lingnan didn't take action. Whether it was the people from Donghai Sword Sect or Senior Brother Zhang, they were not from Lingnan. They killed people in Lingnan. People, it will only be regarded as a demonstration and conflict in the spiritual community and has nothing to do with Lingnan."
Tingfeng Yin looked at the sword held tightly at Di Qianjun's waist.
The Liuyun Sword Sect's sword comes out when it comes out, and when it doesn't come out, it doesn't come out. It doesn't mean to intimidate people even three inches out of the sheath.
The way of the sword, which comes from killing people, is naturally decisive.
But he didn't care and just looked at Di Qianjun calmly.
Di Qianjun pressed his sword with an indifferent expression and said slowly: "The mountains in Lingnan are sealed and the entire south is divided. You have to give a reason."
"Of course I know the responsibilities of the dispatcher. The southern part of Heavenly Prison is dispatched. The Lingnan area is naturally extremely critical. However, the forces in Heavenly Prison are intertwined. I can't trust Heavenly Prison on this matter."
Tingfeng Yin said calmly.
But before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed under the mountain snow.
Di Qianjun's sword had already appeared in front of Tingfeng Yin. However, with a loud sound, Tingfeng Yin's sword quickly flew out on its own, carrying the sword's intention, and smashed Di Qianjun's sword extremely powerfully. Stopped.
Sword intent flowed across the foot of the mountain, and there seemed to be a strong wind blowing in the snow, blowing the clothes of the two men.
Ting Fengyin raised his hand to hold the sword and knocked Di Qianjun's sword away with one strike.
"Although I Tingfeng Yin is not a prominent figure in Lingnan Kendo, he has been immersed in the realm of Qinglian for many years."
Ting Fengyin stood at the foot of the mountain holding the sword, looking at Di Qianjun and said calmly: "If the master of dispatch wants to conquer people with the sword, he is thinking too much."
Di Qianjun looked at Tingfeng Yin quietly in front of him.
The white hair on the temples is slowly creeping up. The Lingnan sword cultivator who usually always smiles and chats by the stream is extremely tough at this time.
Di Qianjun kept looking at it for a long time, but he also read a lot from Ting Fengyin's extremely determined attitude.
As a South Island, Ting Fengyin would not be allowed to completely ignore Tian Yu's attitude.
"Let the people from the Heavenly Hell in Lingnan come down from the mountain."
"Lingnan didn't let them go up the mountain."
Tingfeng Yin still said calmly.
The two stood quietly at the foot of the mountain looking at each other.
"This matter is more serious than the matter on the twelfth floor that Tianyu is obsessed with." Tingfengyin looked at Di Qianjun and said calmly, then sheathed his sword and turned towards Lingnan. "Master dispatcher, please come back."
Di Qianjun remained silent for a long time behind him.
The Lingnan Sword Sect, who has always been gentle and gentle and lived like everyone else, has such a strong attitude now, which is naturally very strange.
Therefore, the dispatcher of Heavenly Hell, who had always been fierce and indifferent, fell into deep thought when he looked at the vast snow-covered mountains.
What is happening in these rolling mountains lying quietly in the south?
Based on Lingnan's consistent temperament, such a thing may only be related to the general trend of the entire human world.
Di Qianjun looked at it for a long time, then turned around and walked through the thick snow towards Nanyi City.
