Nan Dao stood in the fine snow that was getting bigger in the canyon, took back the Peach Blossom Sword, looked at the snow flakes on the sword, and nodded.
Yiaozhou, which was shaken away by the sword intent around Qingjiao, also returned to Nandao's side.
In this sword test, Qingjiao naturally did not deliberately give way to Nan Dao.
Probably there was some, because the boy wrote down the ending of this sword test in advance, out of anger.
But in short, although this is not a life and death battle, Qingjiao still doesn't retain much.
"This sword of fine snow is much stronger than I thought." Qingjiao said slowly while looking at the young man in front of him who was wiping the snow shavings off his sword with fine snow still in his eyes.
Nan Dao put the Peach Blossom Sword into the horse sheath behind him, then raised his hand to hold Ying Yu Zhou, and said softly: "It's just a sword to take advantage of the situation."
It's just that only Nandao can borrow this kind of sword power.
Nan Dao held Parrot Island in his hand, raised his head, and looked through the edge of the umbrella at the snow that gradually obscured the twilight in the canyon sky.
Qingjiao also looked up at the line of snow and said slowly: "If it is a matter of life and death..."
Perhaps he was still a little dissatisfied after all, and a little arrogant as a swordsman.
But the young man in front of him looked up at the sky. Yingyingzhou relaxed his hands and calmly reached out to pick up some fine snow, interrupting Qingjiao's words.
"In the battle of life and death, no one can win against me."
"If I wasn't afraid of death."
This is what Nan Dao realized after seeing the sword light in the snowstorm outside Nanyi City.
Qingjiao looked down at the blood cut by the fine snow in the young man's palm and fell silent.
"Yes." Qingjiao said softly, then walked out of the canyon holding the sword.
The boy hid under the umbrella to avoid the wind and snow.
If he doesn't want to hide, he will pull all the people around him into the wind and snow.
Le Chaotian walked over with the sword in his arms, looked at Nandao for a long time, and then said with a soft smile: "Senior brother seems to understand the use of the Xixue sword."
Nan Dao lowered his head and said softly: "Yes."
"when?"
Le Chaotian was very curious.
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Maybe I determined something in someone's dream. I probably figured out something after drinking for a long time."
If the fine snow were an anchor.
Then naturally you can borrow something from it.
This sword test with Qingjiao was firstly about what was mentioned in the original letter, and secondly, of course, it was to verify something.
Nan Dao quietly looked at the blood on his palms and the soft snow outside the umbrella.
Some things are scary.
But he is very calm now.
Calm enough to accept everything.
"What are you doing?"
A young boy, Lu Xiaosan, skipped in from the other side of the canyon carrying some snow flakes, holding a small native dog in his arms. I looked at the two people standing in the snowy canyon with great curiosity.
Le Chaotian turned his head and said with a smile: "It's nothing. Why did you come back late today? Where did this dog come from?"
Lu Xiaosan ran over and stopped in front of the two of them, holding the little native dog in his arms and laughing.
"Senior said that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and asked me to carry it again next year, and by the way, let me enjoy this..." Lu Xiaosan stopped as he spoke, and then said with a smile: "Uncle, I will definitely not be here Speaking of you, this dog’s name is actually Lu Xiaoer.”
It was only after Lu Xiaosan finished speaking that he stopped drawing his sword.
Lu Xiaosan tilted his back and looked behind Le Chaotian, only to find that his senior brother Lu Xiaoer had just walked to the mouth of the canyon. Hearing Lu Xiaosan's words, he simply pulled out the Xiwu Sword.
"Haha." Lu Xiaosan laughed awkwardly and said, "Senior brother, you heard wrong. I meant this dog's name is Lu Xiaoyi."
Lu Xiaoer walked towards this side, sent the sword back, looked at Lu Xiaosan with a sneer and said, "I will tell Senior Sister."
Lu Xiaosan's face fell instantly.
"Then what's its name?"
Le Chaotian and the others didn't speak, they just looked at Lu Xiaosan quietly.
Lu Xiaosan sighed, hugged the dog and walked around a few people.
"Mistress, let's go and ignore these lunatics."
"Woof woof."
The little local dog probably thought the name Lu Xiaosan was too stupid, so he barked twice in aggrieved tone.
So a big dog wearing a hat and an earlobe in the canyon hugged a small native dog and left the canyon in a depressed manner.
Lu Xiaoer held the sword in his arms, feeling the remaining sword power in the canyon. He looked at Nandao with Parrot Island hanging beside him, frowned and asked, "What just happened, Uncle Master?"
Lu Xiaosan just happened to come from Tianya Town, while Lu Xiaoer was practicing his sword intent at Xiaobai Waterfall. Suddenly he felt the surge of sword intent above the canyon, so he came in a hurry.
Nan Dao shook his head and said: "It's nothing, just a competition with Qingjiao."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, looked at Nan Dao and asked curiously: "Who won."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Of course your uncle wins."
The young boy, who was still frowning and looking a little solemn, smiled brightly after hearing these words.
"good."
Nan Dao looked at the young man Lu Xiaoer who usually acted calmly and said, "Why are you smiling so happily?"
Lu Xiaoer looked back at the woman in red standing with a sword outside the wooden house, looking at the snow quietly, and then said slowly: "Because she said bad things about Lingnan before."
Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "Maybe I just couldn't get used to the atmosphere in Lingnan at that time."
Now, Qingjiao would naturally not say those words.
Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Uncle Master won her argument. One day, I will also reason with her."
Naturally, the young boy has not forgotten what the woman from the East China Sea said that day by the sword throwing pond.
Le Chaotian smiled and patted Lu Xiaoer on the shoulder and said, "Come on, young man!"
This time, Lu Xiaoer did not quarrel with Le Chaotian, but just nodded while holding his sword.
Nan Dao raised his hand and held the Parrot Island behind him, looked at it for a while, and then walked out of the canyon.
"What are you going to do, senior brother?"
Nan Dao waved the Parrot Island in his hand and said, "Ask my senior brother to make me a scabbard."
Le Chaotian didn't catch up, but just headed towards the small building.
"Uncle Master, do you want to try the sword again?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at Le Chaotian from behind and said.
Le Chaotian waved his hands lazily and said, "It's snowing, so it's better to warm up by the fire in the building. By the way, have you picked up the small hotpot that you threw away last time?"
Lu Xiaoer shook his head.
"I don't know. It seemed that it was lost far away last time and rolled down the mountain. How about letting Master Wu knock on it again?"
Le Chaotian turned around and looked at Lu Xiaoer with a slight smile and said, "This is not about asking your uncle to knock on you again. Do you think that if your master knew that you had lost the hot pot, would he beat you to death?"
Lu Xiaoer: "..."
The sound of Lu Xiaosan being beaten was still there.
"You threw the hot pot."
"The three of us had hot pot together."
Lu Xiaoer sighed and looked at the fine snow in the sky. Fortunately, the dusk had not completely faded away, it was just hidden behind the snow, so the sky was not particularly dark.
Anyway, let’s find that small hot pot first.
Lu Xiaoer sighed and gave up the idea of going back to practice swordsmanship. While complaining about Le Chaotian, an uncle who was bad at playing music, he walked towards the back of the canyon with a frown on his face.
...
Nan Dao's plan to climb the cliff next year was still only mentioned to Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong. Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong probably didn't mention it to anyone, so naturally Le Chaotian and the others didn't know about Nan Dao yet. of these plans.
Just watching Nan Dao and Qingjiao try their swords, it felt a little sudden.
When Nan Dao came back from the Tianya Sword Sect, he happened to bump into Lu Xiaoer, who was sitting at the mouth of the canyon, helpless, carrying a broken small hot pot.
This is an extremely rare thing.
The ones who are more emotional are usually Lu Xiaosan and Le Chaotian. Lu Xiaoer imitates Nan Dao, often holding his sword and drilling somewhere, then staying there quietly.
Therefore, Lu Xiaoer with such a sad look is indeed rare.
"Why are you like this?" Nan Dao looked at the broken hot pot in Lu Xiao's hand and didn't know what happened.
Lu Xiaoer sighed and said: "When we went to the hot spring last time, Uncle Musician asked Master to get a small hot pot. We had a hot pot meal there. When we came back, we happened to meet Master guarding the mouth of the canyon, and then we I lost it, and my uncle asked me to find it, but when I found it, the hot pot had been broken. If master knew about it, I would probably have to eat fried meat with bamboo shoots."
Nan Dao looked at the little boy sitting in the snow with pity and said, "If it were someone else, I might be able to deal with it, but if it's your master, I probably can't do anything."
"e=)) Alas."
The handsome young man squatted there with a sad expression on his face, hugging the small hot pot that had been smashed into pits, and kept sighing.
Nan Dao looked up at the snow, thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Can this hot pot still be used?"
Lu Xiaoer looked down for a while and said, "It should be okay? The damage is on the chimney."
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "Let's go have a hot pot first."
Lu Xiaoer looked at his uncle with a blank expression. If Nandao wasn't much smaller than Le Chaotian, Lu Xiaoer almost thought that he was deceived and mistook Le Chaotian for Nandao.
"eat hot pot?"
Nan Dao leaned close to Lu Xiaoer's ear and said: "So, so, so, so."
"...."
Lu Xiaoer was speechless.
What is the difference between this and not saying anything?
However, Lu Xiaoer still carried the hot pot and headed towards the small building with Nan Dao in the second snow in Lingnan.
Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment when he saw the two men walking up carrying a small hot pot under the snow.
"What are you going to do?"
Le Chaotian very cautiously hugged Die Lianhua and shrank towards the stove.
There was no way, the way Lu Xiaoer was holding the hot pot and gnashing his teeth always made Le Chaotian think that this kid would put the hot pot on his head.
However, Lu Xiaoer did not do this. He just glanced at Nan Dao, put the hot pot aside, sat down next to the small hot pot, and sighed: "The small hot pot has been smashed like this, it seems that it is inevitable no matter what. A beating."
Le Chaotian chuckled twice.
Lu Xiaoer continued to sigh and said, "You have to get beaten anyway. It's better to get a good beating than to go hungry."
Le Chaotian was stunned, not knowing what Lu Xiaoer was going to do, and then he heard Lu Xiaoer say sadly: "Uncle, I want to eat hot pot."
Le Chaotian was still a little hesitant at first, not knowing what this boy wanted to do, but when he heard about eating hot pot, he subconsciously licked his lips and his eyes lit up.
"good!"
Le Chaotian deeply agrees.
Probably because he felt guilty for cheating Lu Xiaoer, he had always been used to lazily waiting for others to get things done, but he became more diligent.
I took the initiative to fetch water, and then ran downstairs to find some leftover ingredients. The temperature in Lingnan was very low these days, and the snow had just melted not long ago, so those leftover from the last heavy snowfall The hot pot ingredients are not bad, just a little missing.
But it doesn't matter. Anyway, today is just a small hot pot prepared for the brave man Lu Xiaoer who died generously. Naturally, there is no need to prepare so many things.
After doing this, Le Chaotian lay beside the stove and picked up the coals from the big stove, adding them to the bottom of the small hot pot.
After everything was ready, the three of them sat down around the small hot pot that was moved to the door.
Because of the charcoal fire, the hot pot heats up a bit slowly.
Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaoer's resentful eyes, sighed, patted the young boy's shoulder and said, "Master nephew, it's all uncle's fault that made you want to be beaten like this, but don't worry, wait. When you come back, uncle Shi promises to treat you to a more delicious hotpot."
Le Chaotian said it so sincerely that even Lu Xiaoer almost believed it.
Fortunately, Nan Dao, who was aside, was looking at the soft snow outside the door, and coughed twice because he probably suddenly felt the wind and cold. For practitioners in the Rain Observation Realm, it is probably reasonable for them to get a little bit of the wind and cold after they have watched the rain too much.
Lu Xiaoer came to his senses, so he cooperated with Le Chaotian and nodded hurriedly.
"Uncle, there's no need to blame yourself. It's just a beating. It's nothing."
The two talked nonsense for a while.
The hot pot slowly heated up.
Le Chaotian probably felt a little guilty at first, and didn't use his chopsticks much. He just saw Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao having a great time eating there, so he put those guilts behind him, took the chopsticks, and took big bites while eating. Eating happily, just like this decapitated meal, ah, hot pot, was not prepared for Lu Xiaoer, but for him Le Chaotian.
Lu Xiaoer did feel a little sad after eating, looking at Le Chaotian and Nan Dao.
Looking at Lu Xiaoer's appearance, Nan Dao chuckled softly, then looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Yexue hotpot, it's better to have some wine."
Le Chaotian was eating happily at this time, his mouth was full of oil, and he forgot what he was doing. He said with a smile: "Senior brother is right."
Nan Dao walked to the corridor, took down the wine bottle that he had hung before, opened the lid and took a look. Fortunately, in the afternoon, he had not finished drinking the peach blossom wine in the bottle, and there was still half a bottle in it. .
Taking the wine pot and walking to the hot pot, Lu Xiaoer's eyes lit up. He probably guessed what Nan Dao was going to do. He stood up and said, "I'll get the wine glass."
The little boy happily ran to find a wine glass and poured a glass for each of the three of them.
Sit and watch the snow fall, eat hotpot at leisure.
Probably the bliss of life.
So there was no need for Lu Xiaoer to persuade him to drink. Le Chaotian started to drink while eating hot pot and looking at the soft snow outside the building.
"It's wonderful! It's wonderful!"
Le Chaotian drank a gulp of wine, his face became a little drunk, and he looked at the soft snow outside the building with a smile.
"Watching swords, drinking wine, listening to the snow, sitting and eating hot pot with my brothers and nephews, all the pleasures in the world are nothing more than this."
Le Chaotian took another sip of wine, tapped the rim of the hot pot casually with his chopsticks, and said happily.
"Uncle Master is right, Uncle Master is absolutely right." Lu Xiaoer nodded aside and took a sip from the wine glass in his hand.
It was as if this was really just a casual hotpot meal.
Nan Dao was at the side, taking a swig from a wine bottle and looking at the two of them with a smile.
Lu Xiaoer is naturally an extremely smart person. The matter has reached this point and he already knows how to do it.
The young boy looked at Le Chaotian, who was quite drunk, and at the tattered hot pot in front of him, but he thought of what to do.
After almost finishing the hot pot, Le Chaotian also drank two glasses of wine and was already swaying.
Knocking a string of pearls on the dental plate, Yushan's intestines were in chaos before he fell down. This was probably the case. However, Le Chaotian obviously did not have his intestines in chaos first. He just had a charming smile on his face, and he seemed to be leaning forward without falling over.
Lu Xiaoer was still picking at the hot pot soup. Although the hot pot had ulterior motives, eating hot pot was naturally joyful. It was just that all the remaining ingredients from last time had been eaten, and he only picked up a solitary one. Vermicelli, so he put the vermicelli into his mouth, then put down his chopsticks, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Uncle Master."
"Um?"
Le Chaotian turned his head drunkenly.
"Didn't Uncle Master say that he wanted to play music with a hot pot last time?" Lu Xiaoer said with a smile, "I just listened to Uncle Master knocking a few times and thought it sounded very good. Why don't Uncle Master play it seriously and completely?" How about playing a tune for this snow?”
Le Chaotian was so excited that Lu Xiaoer was shocked and thought he had discovered his intention.
But this uncle who got drunk after just one drink, after drinking two drinks, slapped his head and said, "Yes, yes, yes, watching swords, drinking wine, listening to the snow and eating hot pot, naturally the music cannot be missing. Waiter, take my Fang Tianhua Come on Qin."
"Uncle Master, it's hot pot, hot pot."
"Ah, yes, yes." Le Chaotian said. He was not afraid of being burned. Practitioners are indeed not afraid of being burned. He took the hot pot over, held it in his arms, and started to knock it with chopsticks.
Lu Xiaoer said, "Uncle Master, it's too stuffy here. It's better to go out, sit on the guardrail, and play with the snow. It's definitely better."
Le Chaotian turned his head and looked at the fine snow on the mountain night in confusion, and said with a smile: "The one who knows me is the waiter!"
So he held the hot pot in his arms, held the chopsticks, and staggered to the corridor, then sat astride the railing on the second floor, looking at the fine snow in the world, raised his hand to knock the hot pot in his arms, and the sound of music started, and he said with a smile:
"In the ninth year of the twelfth lunar month, I had a drink with my brothers and nephews, and they were very happy. I sang to them: See the spring flowers as peach blossoms, watch the frost and snow as the cold moon. The vastness of the world is bright with articles; the copper furnace of music is like a haze when drunk. ; The brilliance comes and descends one after another. Therefore, we invite the immortals to ride the wind, and the gods and ghosts to ride on the clouds together. When we sit with the mountains and rivers, we should not regret the young people..."
What comes next, I don’t know.
I was drunk so drunk that I probably moved too much, but with an ouch, I dropped the hot pot together.
"Bang!"
Hearing this voice, Lu Xiaoer threw away his wine glass and didn't bother to take the sword. He ran downstairs happily, holding up his hands like a waterweed moving with the current in the stream, and ran happily down the canyon.
Running and shouting.
"Master, Master, Uncle Musician smashed the hotpot!"
