Of course, even though Lu Xiaoer worked so hard to plan such a hot pot, when he shouted and returned to Xiaobai Sword Sect, he was still beaten by Lu Xiaoxiao, but not as badly as he was beaten by Lu Xiaosan last time. It was so miserable, it was just a few slaps on the buttocks.
The reason is actually very simple.
Lu Xiaoxiao had originally forgotten about them eating hot pot, but Lu Xiaoer's sudden mention reminded her of it again, so she decided to give it a beating first.
Then Lu Xiaoer pulled him up to see the evidence that Le Chaotian smashed the hotpot.
The fine snow has turned into fluffy snow.
When the two of them walked up, Qingjiao sat on the wooden corridor holding her sword and looked over there. Then on the other side of the small building, Le Chaotian sat holding a small hot pot in front of the floor that had been covered with a thin layer of snow. There, drunkenly but with a smile, he was tapping the hot pot in his arms. Nan Dao sat aside with an umbrella and a wine pot. There was a lot of hot pot soup pouring around the two of them, and the smell was rich and quite tempting. people.
Lu Xiaoer immediately jumped out, holding his buttocks, pointing to the dents and holes in the hot pot, and said, "Master, look, this is how Uncle Musician smashed it."
Sure enough, when Lu Xiaoxiao heard this, he walked towards Le Chaotian who had fallen down from upstairs and was sitting in the snow, and snatched the small hot pot from Le Chaotian's arms.
Lu Xiaoer was secretly happy, now it's your turn to be beaten, uncle.
However, to the young boy's expectation, Le Chaotian was not beaten.
After Lu Xiaoxiao took the small hot pot from Le Chaotian's arms, the drunken young man looked back at Lu Xiaoxiao and said blankly: "Senior sister?"
Lu Xiaoxiao took the chopsticks from his other hand and put the two things aside. While supporting him, he sighed and said: "You, you, you are such a big person. Why are you still acting like a child?"
Le Chaotian was helped up by Lu Xiaoxiao. He was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Senior brothers and sisters are all here, so naturally I am a child."
Nan Dao was drinking wine on the side, and when he tasted the taste of these words, his eyes widened, thinking that something was wrong, it was so wrong.
Sure enough, Lu Xiaoxiao looked over, glared at Nan Dao, and said, "You don't know how to take care of your junior brother."
Nan Dao nodded quickly, hung the wine bottle on his waist, walked over, stretched out a hand to support Le Chaotian, and said, "Okay, okay."
However, Lu Xiaoxiao was hit on the head.
Several people helped Le Chaotian upstairs and laid him down in front of the stove.
Lu Xiaoxiao called Lu Xiaoer twice more before walking downstairs. He also told Lu Xiaoer to remember to go back early because the snow was heavy.
Lu Xiaoer said in frustration.
It wasn't until Lu Xiao's figure walked away that Lu Xiaoer looked suspiciously at Le Chaotian, who was sleeping happily with a pillow in front of the stove.
"Uncle Master, Uncle Master, you play music?"
I called several times but got no response.
Lu Xiaoer squatted down at the side, looked at Nan Dao who was leaning against the door, drinking and looking at the snow, and said, "Is Uncle Musician really drunk?"
Nan Dao looked back, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know."
Lu Xiaoer stretched out his hand and poked Le Chaotian's waist for a long time, but he just fell asleep in front of the stove.
The young boy looked at it for a long time, then sighed, stood up, walked over and picked up his Xiwu Sword, stood by the door for a long time, and said with a sigh: "Why didn't Uncle Musician get a beating? "
Nan Dao smiled and said, "Maybe he is a junior brother."
A junior fellow apprentice who is innocent and unconcerned with worldly affairs is certainly lovable.
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "If I had known, my name would have been Lu Xiaoliu."
Lu Xiaoliu is naturally the youngest.
He probably won't get beaten either.
In short, the two of them planned hard tonight. Le Chaotian did not get beaten, but the two of them did.
Quite frustrating.
What a pity.
Lu Xiaoer went downstairs with his sword on his back, returned to his original appearance, and left in the snow upright like a senior brother.
Not long after, Le Chaotian probably got really drunk, but he suddenly turned over and sat up.
"Senior brother."
Le Chaotian looked at Nan Dao pitifully.
Nan Dao looked back at Le Chaotian and guessed that he probably wanted to vomit.
After all, if you fall from a building, you will inevitably feel upset. The reason why you can persist until now is probably because Le Chaotian is a practitioner.
Nan Dao put down the wine bottle and came over to help Le Chaotian. Together they walked to the corridor outside the building and helped him lie down on the guardrail.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Le Chaotian to plummet.
The downstairs was a mess due to vomiting.
After probably vomiting for a while, there was another gust of snowy wind, and he woke up a little from the wine. Le Chaotian did not go back to sleep, but lay on the guardrail, tilting his head and looking at Nandao with a smile.
"This hot pot is probably what senior brother wanted to do."
Nan Dao shook his head and denied it righteously.
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
Le Chaotian turned his head, lying on the guardrail and looking at the night mountains that were gradually turning white with a smile.
"Actually, if it was Lu Xiaosan, I might actually believe him, but he is Lu Xiaoer, so his behavior is naturally suspicious."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and said, "So you just took advantage of it?"
"No." Le Chaotian said sincerely, "I overate the hot pot in the middle and really forgot about it, but when my senior brother suddenly asked me to drink, I came to my senses again."
"Then I drank two glasses of wine and forgot about it again."
"Hahaha." Le Chaotian smiled happily and said, "The one who knows me is my senior brother."
Nan Dao also chuckled softly there.
After a while, Nan Dao turned to look at Le Chaotian and said, "What's the point of regretting what's behind the young man?"
"What?" Le Chaotian turned his head in confusion and looked at Nan Dao and asked.
"It's the part you talked about when you were drunk, sitting on the guardrail and cooking a small hot pot." Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "You're in the ninth year of the twelfth lunar month and so on."
Le Chaotian probably also thought about it and said, "I forgot."
"forget?"
"That's right." Le Chaotian said matter-of-factly: "When you are drunk, your interest will naturally rise, and you will spit it out from your heart. When you wake up, who can remember what was behind it? It is easy to force it to continue. It’s better to let the dog’s tail continue like this.”
Nan Dao said softly: "That's right."
The two chatted on the corridor for a while, and Le Chaotian yawned, staggered back to the building, hugged a pillow in front of the stove, looked back at Nandao with a smile, and said, "Senior brother, see you tomorrow."
Nan Dao smiled, walked over and helped him pull the open door up a little, leaving only a small hole for ventilation.
Not long after, Le Chaotian's breathing calmed down.
The junior brother who was optimistic about the world and flew towards the sky never snored, but just slept peacefully.
The woman in red from Donghai who had been watching outside for a long time also returned to the cabin. In the night snow, a warm orange light came out of the window.
Nan Dao drank the wine in the pot, then hung it on the money bag above his head, sat down with his sword in his arms, and began to cultivate his sword intention.
The white clothes borrowed from Feng Xue were naturally not his own.
...
Le Chaotian will not be able to see Nandao tomorrow.
Early in the morning, Nan Dao carried his sword on his back and held an umbrella, walking with Qingjiao in the snow towards the Tingfeng Sword Sect.
After defeating Qingjiao in the wind and snow yesterday, Nandao could indeed confidently send the letter to Mojianya.
But when I was walking on the road, there was something strange about Lingnan these days.
When passing by some sword sects, the sword cultivators I saw often had solemn expressions on their faces, walking with their swords in their hands in the snow.
There are still sword intentions circulating in the sky. Just as Lu Xiaoxiao and the others said, this mountain closure may not last until next year.
When we walked to Tingfeng Creek, there were still many sword cultivators surrounding this place, but the atmosphere didn't look so harmonious.
The sword cultivators were separated on both sides of the Tingfeng River, looking as usual. However, if you look closely, you will find that the sword cultivators on both sides are quite different.
One side's sword intention has a lot of demonic power, but the other side only has sword intention.
Today, on the creek bridge, there was not only Ting Feng Yin, but also two other men and one woman.
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't recognize him, so he glanced at Qingjiao beside him.
"The younger one is Gu Shanhong from the Jinghong Sword Sect. The other two are, one is Sang Shanyue, the master of the second peak of the Xiaojiu Peak Sword Sect, and I don't know the other one. He should be from a certain peak among the Xiaojiu Peaks. Peak Master."
Qingjiao knew some of them, but not all of them. After all, she was a sword cultivator from the East China Sea, not a sword cultivator from Lingnan.
"Gu Shanhong, Sang Shanyue." Nan Dao had never heard of these names.
However, the atmosphere here was very heavy, so the two of them stopped not far away, watching curiously like some wandering sword cultivators.
The two listened for a long time before they understood what they were doing.
The Lame Deer Sword Sect incident naturally not only fermented in the world outside Lingnan, but also caused many disputes in Lingnan, which had always been united.
Even though Ting Feng Yin and the others had dissipated the news about Qingtian Dao in advance, Lingnan still inevitably became chaotic.
Demon cultivators from various sword sects stood up one after another, hoping to stay together for warmth.
This situation is obviously something Lingnan does not want to see.
Once the demon cultivators get together, they will easily have many unnecessary conflicts amidst some disturbances.
That's what this creekside gathering is trying to solve.
But so far, the two parties still have not reached a consensus.
While the two of them were watching, some more sword lights came one after another from the horizon and landed on the bank of the stream.
Apparently, they should be the other peak masters of the Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect, whose realms range from the Third Little Path Realm to the Seventh Little Dao Realm.
In Lingnan, which is so big, there is not even one great sword cultivator.
The two sword sects, Jiufeng Sword Sect and Tingfeng Jinghong, were generally the backbone of the entire Lingnan. Therefore, when all these people arrived, the chatter by the stream became much quieter.
After all, many of those demon cultivators by the stream are from the Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect. When the master of their own peak comes, they have to restrain themselves.
Although Tingfeng Yin, who has more than just gray hair at the temples, is not the oldest and the most advanced among the masters of the Sword Sect, he is the most prestigious in the entire Lingnan. After all, I sit by the Tingfeng River all year round and tell Lingnan the stories of the world going south and north.
Ting Fengyin was standing in the middle of everyone, looking at the demon cultivators in Xinan, and said slowly: "It is very inappropriate for you to be like this. At this time, everyone in the world is watching Lingnan and the south. If there is chaos within Lingnan first, the world will only become more chaotic. That is not what we or you want to see."
Among the demon cultivators in Xinan, someone said softly: "Of course we understand what Master Fengyin said, but the current matter is not a question of whether Lingnan will be in chaos or not."
The man paused for a moment, looked at the sect leaders of the various peaks, and said slowly: "It's a crisis of trust."
"Of course we don't want the Monster Clan to hide in the human world like they did in the past, never settling down, but the current situation has no choice but to do this. The world has never experienced the experience of the Monster Clan back then, when everyone was shouting and beating, and they were living in the dark yellow. It is naturally difficult to understand our worries about the mountains. The Demon Lord once said that when all demons go north and cross the world, they do not want to be heroes for future generations, but to be mortals for future generations."
The man said softly: "This is how we are now. We don't want to be heroes in the chaos, but we must always be prepared. If - if everything is really like those rumors in the world, the Sword Sect in the world begins to happen. Due to the changes, we must think about whether the demon clan in the world can still live in the world like mortals as before."
Tingfeng Yin looked at the man quietly and said, "What's your name?"
"The seventh peak demon cultivator, the grass bears seeds."
The wind is shaking its leaves and the grass is bearing its seeds.
Probably a grass demon.
Tingfeng Yin said softly: "Yes, the grass naturally has to bear its seeds, so that it can leave hope of continuation in some unprepared mountain fires, but."
Ting Fengyin looked at the demon cultivator named Cao Jiezi and said slowly: "You are just like us, you are still rice in the field, not abandoned tares. If the mountain fire is coming, we will only live and die together. But if the mountain If the fire doesn't come, wildfires will start in our own fields, which is something no one wants to see."
Cao Jiezi said softly: "Of course we understand what the seniors said, but the seniors still haven't made it clear how to let the world know and make us believe that we are rice, not tares."
"Jinghong Tingfeng, the nine peaks in the south of Lingnan and the heads of the various sects are all here." Gu Shanhong said slowly.
Cao Jiezi sighed and said softly: "The world will not care about the voices of the sect leaders."
"In Nanyi City, the dean of the prime minister once came out and scolded my mother."
"Yes, it is precisely because Dean Qingxiang once came out to speak out that we can stand here so peacefully. We need a voice that the world is willing to listen to." Cao Jiezi stood in the snow by the stream and said softly. .
The second snow in Lingnan seems not as heavy as the first.
But it was far heavier than the first snow.
The stream was full of wind and snow, and everyone stood against the snow.
It had been raining all night, and there was a sudden crunching sound in the snow that had not covered my shoes.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
A young man carrying two swords on his back and holding a black umbrella walked towards the stream in the snow.
That is the existence that everyone knows but has never bothered, known as the hope of Lingnan.
Although many people have never seen Nandao, when they saw the black umbrella, they already knew who he was, so no one said anything. They just watched the young man walking quietly and stopped by the stream. He seemed to have something to say. Want to say.
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella, standing by the stream, looking at the people listening to the wind chanting on the stream bridge, and also looking at the demon cultivators in the south of the stream.
The whole river was silent, and countless eyes fell quietly on the young man who suddenly walked out.
"On the fourth day of March this year, for the first time, I left the small town where I had lived for fifteen years and went to Nanyi City." Nan Dao stood by the stream and said calmly.
"On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, I entered Taoism. There must have been people in Lingnan who had seen that scene."
The whole river was silent, no one answered.
Those who were at the edge of the sermon at the time may not have been by the stream, or they may have died outside Nanyi City.
Nan Dao waited for a long time but didn't get a response. He probably understood something and looked at the snow in the stream with some sadness.
"In early April, I will become enlightened." Nan Dao continued to say softly, "I know this seems to be talking in a dream, but it is indeed the case."
"Then in early April, something happened to me, and I fell asleep for six months. It wasn't until September that I woke up on the back cliff of Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect."
"That's when I became enlightened."
Nan Dao looked at the demon cultivators quietly, and then said softly: "As I stand here today, I am already a cultivator in the Rain Watching Realm, maybe not very high. But I walked here, but I am ignorant, I walked here with a lot of confusion and confusion, even including those days in coma, it only lasted more than nine months."
Everyone by the stream had some shock on their faces. They only knew that the hope of Lingnan was in the Tianya Sword Sect, but they never thought that he would leave so fast, and even have already completed most of the journey of sword cultivators in Lingnan. The way to climb.
Nan Dao didn't pay attention to the expressions on the faces of the sword cultivators and demon cultivators, and just continued to speak calmly.
"Actually, at the beginning, I never thought that I would come to a place like Lingnan. As the world says, Lingnan has love, but that is stupid. So I don't want to mention such things as love. Making a promise with love will eventually be spent in the process of the love fading away.”
Nan Dao looked at the group of sword cultivators standing in the soft snow, and said calmly and sincerely: "That's why I talk about kindness."
"Back at Nanyi City, when I was drinking my sword, it was the people from Lingnan who brought me back."
"When I was ignorant and blew some wind to the north, it was Lingnan who helped me carry it down."
Nan Dao held the umbrella in his hand tightly, then pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword from behind, placed it in front of him, and quietly picked up a stream of wind and snow.
"I don't know what kind of person I will be in the future, but as long as I live in this world, I will be a person from Lingnan."
The blue-black peach blossom sword was inserted backhand into the snow of the stream.
The river is full of swords, and the mountains in the world are full of snow.
The young man held his sword and umbrella, standing quietly in the snow of the stream.
"In the future, if there is wind and snow in Lingnan, the South Island will take care of it and shoulder it."
