Naturally, Lu Xiaoxiao didn't really hit him hard. At least when he came back from Nandao, Lu Xiaosan was still dawdling in the canyon, kicking the snow under the trees and talking about how he had been beaten today and didn't want to Go memorize the name of the sword.
Lu Xiaoer was practicing his sword on the side. When he heard this, he turned to look at Lu Xiaosan and said sincerely: "Junior brother, you'd better go, otherwise master will really spread your ass when he knows you didn't go tonight." ”
Lu Xiaosan sighed, picked up the shoes he had accidentally kicked off, shook off the snow inside, put them on again, stopped next to Lu Xiaoer, and said: "By the way, senior brother, what kind of sword have you learned?" ?”
Lu Xiaoer suddenly turned around, and the Xiwu Sword in his hand stopped in front of Lu Xiaosan. This kid was startled, thinking that his senior brother was trying to kill him.
But Lu Xiaoer just frowned and said, "I don't know either."
Lu Xiaosan looked at the sword in front of him and said, "Then this is it?"
"This is Uncle Master's sword. Don't you look at it every day?"
"How can Uncle Master's sword be so slow? I can even see you turning around."
"I'm not an uncle."
"That's true."
Lu Xiaosan nodded thoughtfully, then took out his Unheard Bell, took a step forward and stabbed with his sword.
Then we walked to the end of the canyon.
Then he raised his head, looked at the mountain trail outside the canyon, and said to himself: "Since we have come here, let's go and memorize the name of the sword for a while. Well, that's right."
As Lu Xiaosan said this, he put away his sword and headed towards the high mountain snow cliff in dejection.
Lu Xiaoer stood in the canyon and looked back at his junior brother. He probably thought of something interesting, but he stopped there holding his sword and laughed for a while. When he turned around, he saw Nan Dao and Qingjiao standing on the cliff outside the canyon.
"Uncle Master." Lu Xiaoer held his sword and saluted.
Nan Dao looked back at Lu Xiaoer with a normal look on his face, and then nodded. He didn't see anything strange at all.
Lu Xiaoer then continued practicing his sword in the canyon.
Nan Dao and Qingjiao stood outside for a long time. Qingjiao looked back at the cabin he had rebuilt, thought for a while, and said, "Do you want tea?"
Nan Dao turned his head and glanced at Qingjiao. He didn't know what she meant, but after thinking about it, he said, "Okay."
So Qingjiao walked into the wooden house, brought out a small stove, placed it on the wooden porch outside the house, and then took out two small benches.
Nan Dao looked at Qingjiao, who was playing with the stove, and then turned to look at the two newly made small benches, but he was lost in thought.
"When did Senior Sister make these two benches?"
Qingjiao drew out her sword and dug out a large piece of snow in the snow outside the wooden corridor that had not been harmed by the young boys. Then she poured it into the pot on the stove and lit the firewood in the stove with the sword fire. He sat down on the small bench in front of the stove and said slowly: "It was done last time. I don't know how to make the stove. I went down to find Senior Brother Wu to get it."
Sword cultivators naturally cannot make human stoves and teapots, and the products they make may not taste like humans.
Such things naturally require craftsmen to make them.
Although Wu Dalong is not the best swordsman, he is probably the best craftsman in Lingnan.
This can be seen from the small building he and Lu Xiaoxiao built for Le Chaotian.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then walked to the wooden corridor, held an umbrella and sat down on the small bench with his legs crossed.
"You are a guest today."
When Nan Dao stepped onto the wooden corridor, Qingjiao turned her head and looked at Nan Dao and said.
Nan Dao looked at the small wooden corridor below him, thought for a moment, and said, "It is indeed true."
Although the wooden house is small and this is not the East China Sea Sword Sect, this small wooden house was built bit by bit by Qingjiao himself.
Qingjiao thought for a while and said, "I am also the first guest."
Nan Dao asked in confusion: "Why the first one?"
"Because this is the first house I own in the world." Qingjiao turned to look at the cabin and said.
"Did you always live in the mountains in the East China Sea?"
"The house in the East China Sea is not mine, it belongs to the Jingtao Sword Sect." Qingjiao looked at the fire gradually rising in the furnace and said slowly, "There, I was just a traveler and a passer-by. Here, I am Owner."
"Then I am still a passer-by." Nan Dao said.
"Isn't that a small building?"
"That's junior brother's idea." Nan Dao was silent for a while, "I still have no idea."
Qingjiao sat in front of the stove, thought for a while, and said, "If you have an idea, what should it be?"
Nan Dao looked up at the world. The mountains were covered with snow, but the snow had begun to reveal many sporadic black spots.
Just like some ideas are hidden, but after the snow falls, the clues will eventually be revealed.
"It's like a young man, with mountains and rivers resting on water, and the world leaning on spring." Nan Dao said softly.
"The mountains and rivers are leaning against the human world. It sounds good." Qingjiao looked at the human world and said slowly.
"Of course it's good. They're all good." Nan Dao lowered his head and said calmly, "But that has nothing to do with me."
Qingjiao fell silent, probably thinking of the fine snow she saw in the mountains again.
The edge of the furnace mouth with dark brown rust was flickering with red and yellow flames, and the blackened teapot on the furnace began to make some sizzling sounds.
The smoke is light white.
So does water vapor.
Nan Dao looked at the mist-like smoke and water vapor and felt that it must be the youthful spirit.
But the person hiding under the umbrella could only be the painful stove on the road.
As a result, the youthful energy was evaporated bit by bit.
So the young man sighed.
"Do you know why I cried on the mountain trail?"
Qingjiao was silent for a while and said, "Because of guilt?"
Nan Dao shook his head slowly, and then said softly: "I just looked at the snow in the mountains and felt that the world was clean, but I was turbid, like an unsociable turbid river that covered the clear streams in those mountains. Let the world become filthy."
Qingjiao turned to look at the boy beside her, and then said calmly: "Maybe it's because your heart can't calm down. It's hard to keep things clear when they are flowing."
Nan Dao smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Then how can I have peace of mind?"
Qingjiao was silent for a long time, then turned and walked into the wooden house, took out two cups, placed them on the corridor, and poured one cup each.
"I don't know, let's have a cup of tea first."
"good."
So the young man picked up the wooden cup filled with boiling hot tea and became quiet while waiting for it to cool enough to drink.
Le Chaotian walked up at this time and looked at the two people drinking tea sitting on the small bench in the wooden corridor. He was surprised, then walked over and looked at the clean tea in their cups. He smiled and sat down beside the wooden corridor.
"What a cup of tea. Do I have a cup?"
Qingjiao said: "Of course there is."
So he took out another cup and gave Le Chaotian a cup.
Le Chaotian sat there with a smile on his face, holding a cup of steaming tea, watching the snowy world go towards the evening.
"The snow and clouds are flowing across Cangshan Mountain at dusk, and sitting in the hut is so amiable."
Then the young man looked at the boy beside him and said with a smile: "Brother, you have to find love before you can calm down."
Le Chaotian also heard something while walking on the mountain road.
It's like waking up someone from a dream with one word.
Nan Dao sat there in a daze, turned to look at Le Chaotian beside him, and asked: "What do you love?"
"How do I know what senior brother should love?" Le Chaotian said with a smile, "If you like flowers, go plant flowers, if you like mountains, go look for mountains, if you like snow, go walk in the snow - there is always something to live for. Things that can make you happy, living is to make yourself feel that you are a human being, rather than letting others evaluate you. Practicing swordsmanship for the sake of practicing swordsmanship is just an inferior move after all."
"If you really don't know, then start by looking. You can also look at the sky when you live under an umbrella. You can look down at the snow and be blessed by the abyss. There is nothing you can't do."
Outside the cabin, Le Chaotian's gentle yet boyish voice sounded in the dusk and snow.
"If it can be like this, it will be great, senior brother."
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian who was sitting on the edge of the wooden corridor, holding a tea cup and walking in the snow, and said softly: "So this is what junior brother has always wanted to teach me?"
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "Otherwise, senior brother, do you think I just want you to laugh?"
Nan Dao laughed softly.
After the three of them finished drinking, the young man held an umbrella and headed toward the top of the canyon.
Le Chaotian originally wanted to go back upstairs, but was stopped by Qingjiao.
"Junior brother."
Le Chaotian looked back at Qingjiao and said with a smile, "Sister, is there anything else you want to say?"
Qingjiao looked at the young man walking in the canyon holding an umbrella, then turned back to look at him for a long time, and said softly: "Junior brother is here just for him."
Being able to say that the words "junior and brother" are as pious as a senior can only happen between two people in this canyon.
Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "Maybe yes. But why can't it be me who wants to see the human world?"
Qingjiao was silent.
Le Chaotian stepped on the twilight in the snow and walked towards the small building, smiling to himself and speaking loudly.
"In my life, I lived south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River. I loved Linfeng music the most. Sun Lang smiled and sat down to sing Frost Bamboo."
...
It seems that there is indeed Linfengqu in the world.
But Le Chaotian was sitting in the small building playing the flute by himself.
So walking around the world, maybe just to find a Sun Lang who plays the wind tune to me?
...
Nan Dao walked all the way to the place where he happily threw coins. The two cliffs were covered with white snow. In the gap below, the sky light fell, illuminating the young man practicing his sword. The sword light picked up the dusk, like kumquats rising and falling in the world. .
Nan Dao held an umbrella and sat down on the edge of the cliff.
Above the mountains and snow in the distance, the rays of sunlight flow like streams, and the smoke and clouds are gentle. It seems that the splendor of the world is indeed nothing better than the snow shining at dusk.
Snowy streams gurgled in the mountains, and occasionally winter birds, unable to withstand the cold, cut through the smoke clouds and headed south.
The evening breeze and clouds surround the piccolo, blowing the world away.
Nan Dao quietly looked at all the people under the cliff.
Not thinking anything, just watching.
There are white clothes hanging around him.
Taohua appeared next to Nandao at some point.
He did not hold a sword, but stood with his hands behind his back, blowing the evening breeze, and was speechless with the young man who raised his head.
After a long time, Nan Dao finally spoke softly: "Have I ever liked anything before?"
Taohua faced the world and said calmly: "Yes, you used to love drinking peach blossom wine the most."
Throughout my life, I was an independent person and loved peach blossom wine the most.
Nan Dao tilted his head and thought, it seemed that was indeed the case, but it had been a long time since he had drunk a pot of wine with peach blossoms in it.
"Yes, if I didn't like peach blossoms, how could I have a face with only peach blossoms?"
Nan Dao chuckled.
He pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword from behind and placed it in front of him.
If this sword comes to the world many years later, and the world looks at it with such a green and black appearance, they probably won't understand what such a sword has to do with the name Taohua.
But its name is indeed Peach Blossom.
Nan Dao looked at the words he had carved on the sword with his own hands.
Peach blossom.
"My heart must be set on me."
Nan Dao said softly.
Taohua said calmly: "Yes."
Perhaps at this point, Nandao truly understood what I meant.
So he put the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand back into its sheath, then stood up and headed down the cliff.
Taohua didn't ask, she just quietly disappeared on the cliff.
I want to drink a pot of peach blossom wine in Nandao.
There is heavy snow in the world, and there are only two places where you can drink peach blossom wine.
There is a pool of Sword Sect in the human world.
A heavenly Zhenjian Lake.
South Island heads towards Tianshang Town.
...
Cao Weiying did not sleep in the sea of flowers today, but played with the old dog in the town.
So Nan Dao searched for a long time before he saw the young man in green clothes squatting next to the old dog under the archway at the end of the long street at the entrance of the town.
"Why are you here?"
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying and said.
Cao Weiying was teasing the dog and said, "Then where should I be?"
Where it should be is always a false proposition.
No one is where he should be and where he shouldn't be.
So Nan Dao did not continue to ask.
Cao Weiying teased the dog for a long time, which made the old dog a little upset. He turned over and lay down with his back to Cao Weiying. Cao Weiying stopped, stood up, and looked at Nan Dao said: "What are you doing here today?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Shouldn't I come today?"
Cao Weiying laughed softly.
The two of them walked casually along the long street of the town.
Nan Dao then remembered that he had not walked through this town for a long time.
The town seems to be much more lively than before. Pedestrians are still walking leisurely. There is the sound of forging in the distance, and the aroma of food wafts from the street to the end of the street. It is probably stewed radish and stir-fried meat with green pepper. Someone is starting to stir-fry on the street. Tea leaves, but unfortunately the aroma of tea could not overpower the aroma of those foods.
There are still all kinds of flying flowers and fallen leaves in the town, and occasionally a few pieces of light red and green fall on the black eaves in the wind.
"The town seems much bigger." Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying and said.
"Of course the town will be big." Cao Weiying smiled slightly and looked at the pedestrians sitting on the fallen stone slabs to rest on the street.
Of course the town will be big.
Just like those flashes of red that break the bones in spring.
It slowly became lively and rushed.
Nan Dao thought like this, and many things began to come alive.
Cao Weiying looked at Nan Dao aside and said with a smile: "You seem to have some sadness that hasn't dissipated in your brows."
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and said slowly: "Yes, because sometimes it is inevitable that you will do something wrong."
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "You will do the wrong thing, which means you will do the right thing. You will only know after doing it."
Nan Dao nodded quietly and said nothing.
"You should want a drink."
Cao Weiying raised his wine gourd and shook it.
Nan Dao glanced at the wine gourd in Cao Weiying's hand and said, "That's true, but I want to drink peach blossom wine."
Cao Weiying narrowed her eyes, looked at the spring scenery in the town, and said with a smile: "Peach blossom wine, it is indeed okay, but no one in the town likes to drink this kind of wine. You have to pick peach blossoms yourself."
"I've already picked it."
Naturally, Nan Dao has already picked an armful of peach blossoms.
Cao Weiying tilted her head and looked at Nandao for a long time, and then said: "It seems that you have been coveting it for a long time."
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "Yes, it's been a while."
The road from Lingnan Cliff to Tianshang Town.
The two of them happened to arrive at the door of a wine shop, so they walked in.
When Nan Dao walked in, he was stunned. The owner of the wine shop was also a young man in green clothes. Nan Dao turned to look at Cao Weiying beside him.
Cao Weiying just laughed softly and said: "This human world is not complete yet, so some of the hidden things are temporarily in my own appearance."
"Are they you too?" Nan Dao thought about the words "There are countless grasses in the world like fireflies."
"Sometimes it is, sometimes it's not."
"When not, when the wine they make tastes terrible."
"..."
Cao Weiying asked the shopkeeper of the wine shop to bring a small three-legged stove and put it on the table. He also brought a copper pot, poured wine into it and added peach blossoms. The two sat by the window and looked at Lin Lin. The window is filled with spring scenery, and peach blossom wine is being cooked.
"Why do you want to drink peach blossom wine today?"
Cao Weiying drank the wine from her gourd and looked at Nan Dao and said.
Nan Dao said softly: "Because I suddenly realized that my life is very messy and I want to find myself. I heard Peach Blossom say that I used to drink Peach Blossom Wine the most, so I came to give it a try."
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "What if I can't find it?"
Nan Dao looked at the small stove beside him. Steam was slowly floating on the stove. It had naturally been warmed in advance. It was not unusual to warm wine in spring.
After looking at the jug for a long time, Nan Dao said calmly: "If you can't find it, then look for something else. Junior Brother said that you must always find happiness to be at peace."
Cao Weiying chuckled and said, "That's true."
The window faces the long street, and people are coming and going in the spring light. It is clearly a lively scene, but it is quite quiet like a picture scroll.
Nan Dao looked at the young man in Qing Shang sitting across from him with a leisurely smile, but he remembered something and asked: "Didn't you say last time that you wanted to visit my junior brother?"
Cao Weiying turned around, looked at Nan Dao and said with a smile: "I've seen it."
"Have you seen it?" Nan Dao was a little curious. "when?"
"When he cut down the white plum blossoms outside the pass with one sword in Lingnan."
