The second snowfall in Lingnan fell on the mountains in the afternoon of December 9th.
Nan Dao sat upstairs, watching the fine snow that began to fall slowly in the dusk, and took a swig of wine from the pot. Then he hung the wine bottle on the money bags tied happily above his head, and picked up the Peach Blossom Sword and Yingying Island from the side - he was just drinking, not practicing or cultivating sword intent. was set aside.
Le Chaotian probably smelled some snow in the wind, so he walked out of the building holding a pillow, then looked at the thin white snow on the blue-gray mountains and raised his eyebrows.
"How long is today?"
Nan Dao held two swords and was carrying them behind his back. When he heard Le Chaotian's question, he said calmly: "It's been nine days."
Le Chaotian said softly: "The mountains really last longer than time."
"It's not just the years that last, it's just junior brother. He sleeps every day, so he doesn't know how long the years last."
"Senior brother who drinks every day, do you know how long time has passed?"
Le Chaotian turned around and looked at Nan Dao with a chuckle.
Nandao drinks a lot of wine these days. The smell of wine lees floats in the Tianya Jianzong, and the smell of peach blossom cooking wine floats in the small building in the canyon.
Nan Dao glanced at Le Chaotian, then looked up at the wine bottle hanging above his head, and said, "Junior brother, this feels like a frog in a well sitting and watching the moon."
Le Chaotian looked at Nan Dao and said, "How?"
"Not everyone in the world gets drunk after just one drink." Nan Dao walked downstairs with a smile on his face.
Le Chaotian: "..."
Naturally, Nan Dao's drinking capacity is not the best, but after all, he is a person who has been drinking for so many years, so he is still much better than Le Chaotian. Especially if you drink it slowly and slowly, from early morning to afternoon, you probably won't become drowsy.
But sometimes drinking in a hurry is really not enough.
Le Chaotian could refute anything, but when Nan Dao said this, he really had nothing to say. After thinking about it for a while in the corridor, he couldn't figure out how to refute his young senior brother, so Le Chaotian gave up. He just looked at Nan Dao's back walking downstairs with some curiosity.
"Senior brother, are you going to practice swordsmanship?"
"no."
Nan Dao's calm voice came from downstairs.
Le Chaotian turned around and lay on the railing curiously, and Nan Dao quickly walked out of the small building. It had rained a few times earlier, so there was some water on the cliff outside the canyon. The young man's figure was cut into several pieces in the water, rippling, and stopped in front of the peach blossom in the fine snow.
It's a plant, not a branch.
Because the peach blossom at the beginning had sprouted many branches in all directions, the wooden vat seemed to have turned into a wooden pile base, carrying a cluster of quite prosperous peach blossoms. So the branches are too thin, so it can only be regarded as a peach tree. But calling it a peach tree was too much, so it was called a peach blossom. It’s a flower, not a tree.
The previous rains knocked down many peach blossoms.
Nan Dao stood in front of the peach blossom and looked at it quietly for a long time. Then he looked up at Le Chaotian upstairs and said with a soft smile: "Junior brother will definitely be very happy when spring starts next year."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "I am very happy now."
Nan Dao smiled, but without saying anything else, he crossed the peach blossom and headed towards the cabin on the other side of the canyon.
In the realm of sword intention, from Xieqiao to Qinglian, it is naturally a long process. Qingjiao was originally cultivating sword intent, but she probably noticed the fine snow on the earth. At this time, she was sitting on the wooden porch of the cabin, quietly watching the snow slowly falling on the world.
Hearing the footsteps beside her, the woman in red turned her head and saw Nan Dao walking towards him with a sword on his back and an umbrella.
"Send a letter?"
Qingjiao looked at Nandao and asked.
Nan Dao shook his head, held an umbrella and stopped outside the wooden house, and said softly: "It's too late to send the letter today. When I come back, it will probably be snowing at night. It will be too troublesome."
Qingjiao turned around, looked at the soft snow outside the mountain, and said, "Is that tea drinking?"
Nan Dao smiled and said: "I won't drink tea today. Today, I want to try my sword."
Qingjiao turned her head again and looked at Nan Dao quietly for a long time. Then her eyes fell on the sword behind Nan Dao and said slowly: "Why?"
Nan Dao looked at the fine snow in the world and said slowly: "It's snowing today, I'm probably a little confident."
Qingjiao looked at the sword on her lap. The name of the sword was Qingtuan, but it had a sharp and heavy chill that did not match the name of the sword.
"Watching the rain in white clothes seems to be still not enough." Qingjiao said calmly, "If you lose, you may not be able to explain to your husband."
Nan Dao chuckled softly and raised his hand to touch his chest.
"I've already written the letter."
Qingjiao raised her eyebrows and looked at Nandao.
The young man under the umbrella continued: "It is written in the letter that on December 9th, I defeated the woman in red from the East China Sea."
Qingjiao looked at Nan Dao quietly for a long time, then raised his hand to hold the sword, stood up, faced the fine snow in the world, and said calmly: "Okay."
Those skylights in the canyon are still twilight.
Although the ground of the canyon is very flat, there are many sword marks after all, so the winter rain is scattered in it, falling in the twilight that has not been covered by the second snow in Lingnan, it looks like a streak. The long sparkling river.
Fine snow passed through the cracks in the top layer and fell very sparsely in between.
Le Chaotian saw Nan Dao and Qing Jiao talking for a while by the wooden house, and then headed towards the canyon. He felt a little weird, so he walked downstairs holding his sword. When they entered the canyon, the two of them were already standing in the canyon.
Le Chaotian, who realized it later, said with some surprise: "It turns out that senior brother wants to try the sword."
Nan Dao looked back at Le Chaotian, who was standing by the canyon holding Dielianhua, and said, "Yes."
Le Chaotian smiled and ran to Qingjiao's cabin, brought a small wooden stool and sat at the mouth of the canyon.
"Brother, come on!"
Nan Dao nodded, stood in the canyon holding an umbrella, and then quietly looked at the woman in red standing at the other end of the canyon.
Le Chaotian felt that this scene was somewhat similar.
That night when he and Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan were telling ghost stories, it seemed to be such a scene, but it was night and the cold moon was shining brightly.
But now it is dusk, the twilight is pouring, and the snow is falling.
When Le Chaotian thought of the word "Xixue", he raised his eyebrows.
His eyes fell on the Parrot Island behind Nan Dao. This sword still had no scabbard, but it had some orange light coming from the top of the canyon. The other Peach Blossom Sword was in the scabbard, and Can't see clearly.
Although Le Chaotian didn't see anything, he still clapped his hands and smiled.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
Qingjiao stood at the other end of the canyon, looking at Le Chaotian who was sitting on a small bench clapping and laughing, but frowned, then looked at Nandao, and said lightly: "Please."
"good."
Nan Dao stepped on the stagnant water of the sword mark in the canyon and walked calmly towards Qingjiao.
Fine snow is falling in the canyon, and residual rain is also dripping. Although there is a sound, it gives people a particularly peaceful feeling.
Then the slight sound of treading water broke the tranquility.
Every time Nan Dao takes a step, the sword intention behind him becomes stronger.
The sword wind gradually rose in the canyon.
It comes from the Parrot Island behind the South Island, and also from the Qingtuan in Qingjiao’s arms.
As the distance between the two became closer and closer, those sword winds blew the fine snow, like catkins flying in spring.
The sky is light and the sunset is flowing, and a thin line of snow is falling.
Nan Dao suddenly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the Youtiao Island sword behind him. With a loud sound, he drew the sword out. Then, like a swallow chasing the sunset, he instantly passed through the thin line of snow in the canyon and appeared in In front of Green Pepper.
The sword in the starting hand is both ordinary and unusual.
What's unusual is that it's just a straight thrust with a sword.
What's unusual is that this sword is very fast.
The sound of cold light piercing the snow was still behind him, and the sword had already appeared in front of Qingjiao.
Fortunately, Qingjiao was in the canyon and saw Nandao's sword piercing the leaves in the dusk. She also praised it highly. When she saw Nandao holding Yiaozhou, Qingtuan had already unsheathed it and dragged the sword. Across from Hong Yi.
So when the sword came suddenly, Qingjiao had already been chopped down with one sword.
The South Island is indeed no longer the South Island it was when Green Pepper first met.
A slash of the sword was like the crashing waves on the shore.
However, Nan Dao's sword only fell three points, instead of being chopped away.
The sound of swords filled the gorge, and the fine snow in the canyon was all in the sound of the two swords intersecting, showing a ripple shape, and then spreading out.
It wasn't the sword intention or the sword wind, it was just the sound of the two swords intersecting and the fine snow swaying.
Nan Dao used his strength to lower his sword. Qing Tuan kept sliding down the sword body of Yiaodu Island, making a crisp sound of gold and iron. When the intersection point slid from under the sword grid to the tip of the sword, Nan Dao Dao suddenly took a step back, withdrew his sword, and then moved away again, but he imitated Qingjiao's sword and slashed at an angle.
Qingjiao calmly raised her sword, picked it up, and the two swords intersected in front of her again.
The sword intention on the sword finally came into contact with the two swords.
The sword wind spread across the gorge wantonly.
Sitting on the small bench at the end of the canyon, Le Chaotian's clothes were flying, and the innocent peach blossom behind him was dripping with pink pistils.
Le Chaotian glanced back, then moved the small bench and sat in front with his sword in his arms, blocking the sword wind.
Even though the Canyon Sword Intent has become quite restless at this point, it is still a battle of retro-style swordsmanship.
Even though the world now places more emphasis on the sword's will, no sword cultivator can truly break away from the core of the retro-style swordsmanship.
The word sword has a sharp edge and a person.
A sword can travel a thousand miles, but it must be held three feet across.
The two swords intersected, but it was a rare stalemate.
Qingjiao's eyes fell on the umbrella in Nan Dao's left hand, then he raised his other hand, holding the hilt of Qingtuan's sword with both hands. He let out a light drink, sword intent flowed around him, and then slashed away with his sword.
Le Chaotian squinted at this scene, but chuckled and said, "It's really unreasonable. Senior brother didn't even smash the umbrella, but you actually used two hands."
The sound of swords in Manxia was clear and clear, but this sword slashed Nan Dao back far away.
Qingjiao glanced at Nandao, then looked at Le Chaotian, stood with the sword in hand, and said calmly: "It's not my problem that I can't use two hands."
Nan Dao naturally knew, so he didn't say anything. He held the black umbrella in one hand tightly and held the sword in the other. He steadied his body and glanced at the fine snow in the canyon. Then the peach blossoms in the sea of spirits opened their eyes and looked at those The stream of vitality suddenly flowed backwards, wrapping around the Parrot Island in his hand. The momentum on the long sword instantly surged, and then the boy quickly crossed the fine snow again.
This sword is faster than the previous one.
Before Qingjiao even said the word "good", she hurriedly raised her sword, dressed in red clothes, and stood in the canyon, but she also took a step forward.
Among the sound of wind in the gorge, there seems to be some more sound of waves.
The accumulated water on the ground illuminated by those twilight lights seemed to have really turned into a surging river, and the gorge was full of sword lights, like big waves washing away the sand.
The Jingtao Sword Sect is located on the bank of the Tongtian River in the East China Sea, so it is naturally the sword of the river.
The wind and rain stirred up the waves, and a sword stirred up the waves.
The figure as graceful as a red butterfly faced Nan Dao's sword with a rather turbulent sword force.
The sword's intention was to kill, and neither of them was overly motivated, so the fight over the sword still only ended over the sword.
The fine snow rolls down, and the wind and rain hang over the eaves.
Nan Dao was once again struck backwards by a sword.
Qingjiao didn't stop at this time. He stood on his toes and twisted on the canyon ground, jumped into the air, and slashed the green ball in his hand horizontally in the fine snow before slashing it down again.
Nan Dao's hurriedly retreating figure began to stabilize, and he had to face the sword again. The two swords intersected, and the sword fire burst out, and then extinguished in the force of the sword wind.
Just in the state of watching the rain, facing the green pepper at the beginning of the trail, it is naturally difficult to conceal the decline.
Qingjiao held the sword in both hands, and with full sword power, she leaned towards the young man under the umbrella in the canyon.
Naturally, it is impossible to stop the Jingtao Sword with one sword. Although the mighty sword intention from Jingtang Sword Sect has not left the body, it is attached to the sword body, carrying a huge force, and Yu Xixue Between the ups and downs, he once again headed towards the Parrot Island carrying the remaining twilight.
Nan Dao looked at the sword solemnly, naturally knowing that this sword could not be repeated, so the sword roared again in the canyon, and the Peach Blossom Sword, which had been quietly staying in the horse's scabbard, finally came out of its sheath and turned into a sword. A blue-black shadow suddenly passed through the fine snow and shot towards Qingjiao.
Naturally, South Island only has one hand to use.
But he has two swords.
He could have more swords if he could.
Qingjiao looked at the unsheathed Peach Blossom Sword behind Nan Dao, but she had no choice but to stop her sword movement and retract the sword to block the sword.
The Peach Blossom Sword intersected with the Qingtuan Sword, and then quickly turned back. At the same time, the Parrot Island came out of Nan Dao's hand, dragging the cold light, and stabbed Qingjiao again.
Nan Dao raised his hand to catch the Peach Blossom Sword that was chopped back by Qingjiao, and the sword in his hand suddenly felt a lot heavier.
The Parrot Island is naturally an extremely agile sword, while the Peach Blossom Sword is much thicker and simpler in comparison.
The young man caught the sword under the umbrella, and followed the stream of light in the dusk snow with the same sword move.
Come with both swords.
The sword intent circulated around Qingjiao's body, and the vitality surged in the divine sea, but it turned into a stream of light. He instantly avoided the cold light of Parrot Island, and then appeared in front of Nan Dao. Thousands of sword lights came from top to bottom. .
It's like a pandemic that reaches an extremely high level, and then rushes out of the cliff in a mighty way, like the Milky Way falling down, with overwhelming momentum.
Le Chaotian held the sword at the end and looked at the sword with raised eyebrows - this Donghai sword cultivator didn't know how to use it seriously.
Nan Dao probably has no time to think about whether he is serious about it or not.
That sword was like falling from the sky, forcing Nan Dao to get out of the way the moment the two swords hurriedly touched each other.
At the same time, driven by the sword, the Parrot Island hurriedly turned back and stabbed Qingjiao behind him.
However, this junior Dao sword cultivator from the East China Sea was already surrounded by sword intent.
When Parrot Island fell three feet behind him, it was difficult to advance any further.
Nan Dao held the sword and was slashed away, but his face was a little pale.
The sword at this time has naturally already broken away from the category of retro-style kendo.
The momentum of that sword, even though Nan Dao had been cut back, did not stop and continued to move towards Nan Dao.
With this sword strike, Nandao seemed to have no retreat.
Unless he uses the black umbrella in his left hand to face him, just like he faced those swords in the past.
But not in the South Island.
He just held the umbrella and sword in his hands tightly, and then raised his eyes to glance at the thin line of snow in the canyon.
Le Chaotian also saw Nan Dao's movements and raised his eyebrows to look at the fine snow in the world.
The fine snow is still fine snow, but it has become a lot heavier.
However, what if a young man who has only attained the Taoist Rain Viewing Realm and the Sword Intent White Clothes Realm takes a look at this fine snow on earth?
Le Chaotian sat on the small bench, narrowed his eyes, and thought of the sword Xixue in Nandao.
Le Chaotian narrowed his eyes, but the young man watched the sword coming over the cliff from the stormy waves, inserted the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand into the canyon, and then closed his eyes.
In the Divine Sea, a chill was gushing out from the clear stream, and countless fine snows were flying in the entire Divine Sea sky.
When the young man opened his eyes again, there was more than just snow in the world.
There is also fine snow in the eyes.
At the same time, the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand, which looked like a burnt blue-black sword, also began to have specks of fine snow on it.
When fine snow meets fine snow, it becomes a more powerful fine snow.
In the fine snow, the speed of Qingjiao's sword dropped significantly.
It's like the wind and snow have frozen everything.
Qingjiao felt the surging chill around her body, and there was a lot of sword intent in the fine snow.
However, this red-clothed sword cultivator from the East China Sea didn't care.
Even if there is fine snow in the world, even if there is fine snow on the sword.
After all, the realm of sword intention is very different.
White clothes are naturally white clothes.
But when the young man opened his eyes and pulled out the green-black sword from the canyon ground, Qingjiao's expression suddenly changed.
Yes.
White clothes are naturally white clothes.
But there is also a gap between white clothes in the world.
When Nandao used the fine snow in the world to attract the fine snow in his eyes.
On the peach blossom sword, which was like frost condensing at the bottom of a deep pool, the sword intent spurted out instantly.
Just white clothes, not just white clothes.
Only when you wear white clothes can you see white clothes.
The young man standing in the fine snow seemed to be wearing that white coat.
Therefore, the young man's white clothes are not the realm of white clothes in the world, but the realm of white clothes in Mojian Cliff.
A thin sword of snow comes with countless sword intentions.
The fine snow in the gorge rolled back toward the woman in red from the East China Sea.
Qingjiao sheathed her sword and retreated, standing in the canyon, looking at the Xixue sword that stopped in front of her, and said calmly: "You can send that letter tomorrow."
