The wine shop was exceptionally peaceful.
Nan Dao didn't ask whether the sword really fell outside the pass, he just looked at the wine bottle in front of him calmly.
Seeing this, Cao Weiying looked at Nan Dao and said, "Aren't you curious about your junior brother?"
Nan Dao didn't know why, but he remembered the hot pot scene in the Tianya Sword Sect's little brothel.
And that sentence, senior brother, see you tomorrow.
Then he sighed softly: "I'm not curious."
"Why?"
Nan Dao turned to look out the window and said calmly: "Because he is the real junior brother and I am the false senior brother."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "So that's it."
With a sword in his heart, he chopped off the white plum blossoms outside the pass.
Naturally, it is not something that ordinary people in the world can do.
But as Nan Dao said, Le Chaotian is a true junior brother. So even if Cao Weiying himself said about the existence of such a sword, Nan Dao didn't go into it further.
The two sat and chatted for a while, but the peach blossom wine on the table began to exude a slightly intoxicating aroma.
Nan Dao looked at the pot of wine on the table, thought for a moment, and said, "Peach blossom wine and peach blossom wine should not be the same thing."
"Yes." Cao Weiying said, taking the jug off the stove and setting it aside to cool down a bit. "Peach blossom wine is wine made from peach blossoms, and peach blossom wine is naturally wine made from peach blossoms."
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying and said, "I have never drunk peach blossom stuffed wine."
Cao Weiying smiled and said, "I'll make some brew then, and I'll treat you to a drink when you come next time."
"Is your wine good?"
Nan Dao was a little worried.
Cao Weiying opened the lid of the wine pot, looked at the peach blossoms inside that had been boiled out of color, then lifted it up, turned over the cups on the table, poured two glasses of wine, and said with a smile: "It's better than this crudely made one." Peach blossom wine must taste good. What’s more, a person who has been drinking wine for so many years is naturally the best in the world at making wine.”
Nan Dao said softly: "Indeed."
The two of them were drinking by the window, the spring scenery was bright and the shadows were long.
After a long time, Cao Weiying looked at Nan Dao who was sitting across from him and said, "Did you find a familiar feeling?"
Nan Dao looked at the wine in the glass and said slowly: "There is some, but not much."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "You are very lucky to have some. The stars and rivers move, the world changes, and the time in the world is just a passer-by, let alone the worldly people like you and me?"
Nan Dao looked out the window quietly and said, "In this case, how can you know who I am?"
"As time goes by, there are thousands of thoughts. The former me and the latter me cannot talk about each other at the same time. Naturally, it is only me who is like me, not me who is me."
Nan Dao pondered.
Cao Weiying looked at the spring light on the long street, smiled slightly and said: "But it doesn't matter whether it looks like me, whether it is me, or not me. It doesn't matter."
"What's most important?"
"Flying spring flowers, newly brewed peach blossoms, the most important thing is not to let them down."
Nan Dao turned to look at Cao Weiying. The young man in Qingshang just smiled softly and looked at Renjian drinking the newly brewed peach blossom wine.
Nan Dao said softly: "That's true."
So the two drank all the wine in the pot.
The two teenagers walked out in the spring light with a hint of drunkenness.
Walking out of the town and passing through the sea of flowers, they happened to meet Lu Xiaosan climbing ashore after reciting the sword names and holding the little native dog in his arms.
The young boy looked at the two people walking side by side in the sea of flowers and was stunned.
"Why is Uncle Master here too?"
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and looked at the many peach blossoms flying in the spring breeze. He thought for a while and said, "Why can't I be here?"
This question stumped the young boy.
Lu Xiaosan scratched his head for a long time, not thinking whether he should be there or not, but suddenly he had an idea and looked at Nan Dao and said, "Uncle, your question is unreasonable."
"Why are you being unreasonable?"
"It's like when you meet Master on the road and say hello to her, Senior Sister, have you eaten? Then Master replies to you, why should I eat?" Lu Xiaosan said with a proud smile, "This is deliberately looking for trouble and being unreasonable. .”
Nan Dao was surprised when he looked at Lu Xiaosan who was analyzing things clearly.
Is he really a genius?
Cao Weiying didn't want to embarrass this young boy who had memorized the name of a sword for a day, so she smiled softly and said, "He came to me for a drink."
Lu Xiaosan nodded with satisfaction.
This is right.
The answer to "Have you eaten?" is definitely not "Why should I eat?"
The answer to why my uncle is here is definitely not why I can’t be here.
So the reason why Cao Weiying was in the town was probably because he suddenly wanted to tease the old dog.
Questions and answers about worldly matters are inherently interesting.
When Lu Xiaosan saw that Nan Dao was here, he was not in a hurry to go back and sat down in the sea of flowers with the little native dog in his arms.
"By the way, uncle, senior, I've almost memorized the names of the swords there."
Lu Xiaosan said happily.
Cao Weiying smiled and said, "It's okay, I still have a lot to write."
Lu Xiaosan took a deep breath, turned around with the little native dog in his arms, looked at the peach tree in the distance, and decided not to pay attention to this annoying senior for the time being.
Nan Dao and Cao Weiying also stopped in the sea of flowers.
Nan Dao probably remembered something, looked at Cao Weiying and said: "I have a sword, but I don't understand it. I want you to show it to me."
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine and said, "What sword?"
Nan Dao didn't say anything and took a few steps forward. The Peach Blossom Sword behind him came out of its sheath in the spring breeze and fell into his hand.
Cao Weiying looked at the Peach Blossom Sword in Nan Dao's hand that seemed to have some frosty and snowy meaning, but she raised her eyebrows and stretched out her hand to Lu Xiaosan.
Before the young boy understood what this meant, the Bu Wen Zhong he was carrying on his back made a clanging sound and dragged the cold light into Cao Weiying's hands.
In the sea of flying flowers on a bright spring day, the young man in Qingshang raised his head and took a sip of wine, and then looked at Nandao with interest.
"please."
Nan Dao stood not far away, in front of Hengjian, and then closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again.
But suddenly there was a lot of fine snow flying in the world.
Fine snow and falling flowers are flying together.
The spring light is the same color as the sword light.
Nan Dao stabbed out with his sword, and countless flying snow fell on the world.
The sound of swords echoed in the sea of flowers.
Cao Weiying held the gourd, and without hearing the bell, he casually placed it in front of him and stopped Xixue from Nandao with a sword.
Although the Peach Blossom Sword was stopped, countless snow particles were trembling where the two swords met. The sword intent was wrapped in the fine snow, and it flew across the grass for Ying, cutting off countless flower stems.
Cao Weiying raised her hand to pick up the sword, pushed back the Peach Blossom Sword, and threw the Buwen Zhong in her hand to the young boy who was sitting blankly. Then she smiled and said, "This sword is not bad."
Nan Dao said softly: "I know it's true, but I don't know where this fine snow comes from."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "Xixue naturally comes from the sword."
Nan Dao looked at the world of Yunya in the distance, with the sound of snow in his eyes.
"I see that there is also fine snow in the world."
"Because you have a sword in your eye."
Nan Dao turned back to look at Cao Weiying, remained silent for a long time, and then said softly: "There is also a sword in my divine sea."
Cao Weiying said calmly: "Of course I know."
Of course Cao Weiying knows a lot about everything.
"Where does that sword intent come from?"
Cao Weiying looked at Nandao quietly for a long time and said softly: "Come from the sky."
Nan Dao put the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand into its sheath, stood under the umbrella and looked at the fine snow in the world quietly, and then headed toward the Sword Lake with the sword on his back.
"No wonder this sword is good."
Nan Dao's voice was very calm.
Then I stopped by the lake and looked at the sky full of fallen flowers on the flat lake in spring.
"So this is an anchor?"
Cao Weiying also walked to the lake, leaving only a young boy holding a native dog in the sea of flowers, his eyes widened as he recalled the sword just now.
The young man in Qing Shang smiled softly and said, "Yes."
Nan Dao sighed softly, looked up at the umbrella on his head, and said, "It seems that I am indeed shielding the world from the wind and snow."
"Maybe so."
"Will the fine snow get heavier and heavier until it turns into a blizzard?"
"Depends on what you think."
Nan Dao said nothing more, raised his hand to pick many peach blossoms from the tree, and stuffed them into his arms again. Then he headed towards the trail that was submerged in the clouds and mist.
"I am leaving."
"Um."
It wasn't until the figure of the young man holding the black umbrella disappeared into the distant mist that Cao Weiying turned around and looked at the young man Lu Xiaosan in the sea of flowers.
"Your master uncle has left, why don't you leave?"
Only then did Lu Xiaosan come to his senses. He left the little native dog holding his sword and chased towards Nandao.
"Uncle Master, wait for me and teach me how to use the sword!"
...
Ting Fengyin stood on a high mountain cliff somewhere in the south of Lingnan, quietly watching the Taoist priest and sword cultivator walking away one after another.
A sword wind fell towards this high cliff.
It's Gu Shanhong.
Gu Shanhong watched the two people go away, and then each turned into sword light and Daofeng and left. He smiled softly and said, "Do you think Mei Xiyu will push Chen Huaifeng into the river in the future when he is not paying attention?" Drown."
Tingfeng Yin said with a smile: "How do I know, but if I were Mei Xiyu and was labeled like this for no reason, I would probably do this."
The two kept laughing on the cliff.
When Chen Huaifeng suddenly acted like this, Mei Xiyu indeed became the biggest unlucky guy in this story.
After laughing for a long time, the two of them fell silent.
"Lingnan probably won't have anything good to say in the eyes of Qingtian Dao."
Gu Shanhong sighed softly and said.
Ting Fengyin said slowly: "Maybe, but Qingtian Dao also knows that such a story is naturally not directed at Lingnan. Even if they really have any dissatisfaction, it will fall on the human sword sect and Chen Huaifeng, so Mei Xiyu simply left in the end and did not cause trouble to Lingnan."
Maybe he felt that there was no need to argue with a practice place like Lingnan, which was not popular in the practice world.
But today he heard that Feng Yin or Gu Shanhong, or among the Xiao Jiufeng Sword Sect, there was a sword cultivator who had broken through the Nine Realms.
Mei Xiyu would not leave directly like this.
If you stand low, sometimes you really have no choice. Mei Xiyu naturally understands this truth.
Gu Shanhong nodded, looked at the smoke cloud that was broken after the sword light left in the human world, and said softly: "I don't know if Senior Brother Chen can return to the south after leaving this time."
Although Qingtian Dao is silent.
But there are indeed many disputes with the Human Sword Sect.
Ting Fengyin was silent for a while and said: "Junior Brother of the Human Sword Sect of the Human Sword Sect, do you really think they are in Nanyi City?"
Gu Shanhong seemed to understand something and said softly: "Yes, the garden in Nanyi City is just a mountain gate. The human sword sect is naturally in the human world. In the human world, there are many senior sword sect brothers who have not entered the human world in the past."
The Human Sword Sect is naturally the smallest Sword Sect in the world, just a garden in the city.
But the Human Sword Sect is also the largest Sword Sect in the human world, and that garden is just a mountain gate to enter. Passing through the mountain gate and then entering the human world is the Sword Sect in the human world.
"Baimo Jianzhong's snow sweeper is in the north. I heard that he even beat up a certain uncle from Qingtian Dao and helped him sweep the snow." Ting Fengyin said calmly.
Gu Shanhong just laughed softly and said: "It's very arrogant, but after all, senior Zhong Saoxue didn't put a hat on Qingtian Dao, nor did he really run to the green mountains next to Huaidu to find that person Taoist temple, so actually think about it, Chen Huaifeng, who is maintaining health in Nanyi City, is even more arrogant."
"Maybe it's not arrogance, it's just that when doing certain things, they change their gentle attitude and are too decisive, not giving others a chance to hesitate and consider." Ting Fengyin said softly, "But I have to admit that sometimes their decisions are indeed It’s right, it’s just that it doesn’t give you an opportunity to practice.”
Gu Shanhong stood on the cliff, holding his sword and smiling in the wind.
"If my master were Cong Ren, I would probably give him even less face."
"Yeah?"
"no."
The two shook their heads and laughed.
"How is that young man from the Tianya Sword Sect?" Gu Shanhong looked at Ting Fengyin and asked.
"It's nothing. When Chen Huaifeng asked, I didn't answer, so they knew Lingnan's attitude." Tingfeng Yin was very calm.
Gu Shanhong turned back and looked in the direction of Tianya Sword Sect.
"Are we really going to hold on to that boy?"
Gu Shanhong might not have heard as many wind noises as the wind chants, so he was a little hesitant.
"Of course." Ting Fengyin said with certainty.
Gu Shanhong sighed softly and said, "I always feel that there will be some trouble in the future."
Listening to Feng Yin, his hair seemed to have grown more white on his temples. He stood in the snowy wind on a high cliff and said softly: "A thousand years ago, the demon tribe came from Huangliang across Daze. When they came down the mountain from Lingnan, they were killed by four human sword sects. Senior brother blocked the outside of the city with a table of mahjong, and the seniors of the Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect stood at the foot of the mountain crying. After I heard this story once when I was a boy, I will never forget it."
"At that time, I was thinking that if I could become a swordsman, I would win them all."
"And now, the hope of the Lingnan Sword being seen by the world is right in front of me. I must consider whether this is the only opportunity I have in this life."
"I believe that Lingnan can be famous in the world in the era of retro-style swordsmanship, and the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect has contributed a lot. It is our duty to rebuild the glory of Lingnan."
Gu Shanhong was silent for a long time and then said softly: "Actually, I feel very embarrassed."
Tingfeng Yin, who had always been gentle, smiled very openly and said: "Anyway, no one can hear me in the wind and snow in the mountains."
In another high mountain wind and snow, an old drunkard dressed in white said the same embarrassing words.
It was also the wind and snow in the mountains, and no one heard it.
Just say whatever you like.
Who was not a teenager once?
Gu Shanhong chuckled softly and said: "That's true, but the four senior brothers of the Human Sword Sect you mentioned are..."
Ting Fengyin said softly: "Yes, they are the four senior brothers Cong Ren and Shenhe. It was the four of them who brought up the trend of card playing in Nanyi City."
When Gu Shanhong heard these words, he felt that he really heard the sound of card playing day and night in Nanyi City again. He sighed and said, "Those four are really sinners through the ages."
"Actually, that can't be said. Without them, Zhang Xiaoyu probably wouldn't have known that Hongzhong could also be used as a sword, but there was one thing that made Lingnan very embarrassed. Because the sword of Hongzhong appeared for the first time, Lingnan It’s a backdrop.”
Listening to Feng Yin felt helpless.
Gu Shanhong smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, the world will not remember these things in the future. They will only remember that the thousands of reds in Nanyi City turned into sword light, and the witch ghost path was used as the background."
The two stood on the top of the mountain and laughed softly.
After laughing for a long time, he fell silent when he heard the wind roar.
Gu Shanhong looked at him with some confusion.
"Chen Qingshan has also come to the south."
Ting Fengyin said softly.
"Hezong Chen Qingshan?"
"Is it possible that it's Shanzong Chen Qingshan?"
Although Chen Qingshan was once a member of the Shanhe Guanshan Sect, that was several years ago.
Gu Shanhong was silent for a while and said, "Are you here for that young man in the mountains?"
Ting Feng Yin said softly: "It would be too exaggerated for a Taoist cultivator like Chen Qingshan to kill a young boy. Although the He Sect is indeed very extreme sometimes, Chen Qingshan probably can't hold back this face. After all, he was once a mountain People from the sect always have to take care of their face."
Gu Shanhong was a little confused and said, "Then what is he doing?"
Ting Fengyin said calmly: "He came to kill Zhang Xiaoyu."
Gu Shanhong was silent for a while, and sighed softly: "A place like Shanhe Temple is really not like a Taoist place. The Sword Sect is not as outrageous as them. Anyway, either the disciple wants to kill the master, or the senior brother wants to kill the junior brother."
Ting Fengyin said softly: "It is always easy to have some problems in places that are too high. For example, the Taoist sect before the rise of Jian Zong..."
Gu Shanhong stood on the high cliff and listened to Ting Feng Yin's words. Even though he was a sword cultivator in the sixth realm of the human path, he felt a chill in his hair.
"Yes, the Taoist sect lived in seclusion more than a thousand years ago, but countless people died. Even after a thousand years, I still feel extremely frightened when I hear such a story."
Many years ago, the Taoist sect had numerous major repairs, hiding in the mountains, practicing for a lifetime, but often chose to drown themselves in the washbasin one morning.
Until later, a certain Mojian Cliff Master named Nan Yi appeared and told the world a story.
Later, Baiyi killed all of them on Jianya on the Eight Hundred Gates, and Hangu Temple also disappeared from the world.
As the Taoist sect declined, stories like that spread among the world gradually faded out of the public eye.
The most feared death.
Nature is unknown.
No one knows what those Taoists who have been cultivating for their entire lives, standing on high places in the world, saw something when they were washing their faces in the early morning, so they drowned themselves in half a foot of water in such despair.
"That's why we stand low and have infinite hope."
Ting Fengyin said softly.
For example, Lingnan.
