The stream was full of wind and snow, and everyone stood quietly in the snow.
The meaning of shouldering the wind and snow in Lingnan is naturally very simple.
No matter what happens in the world.
Lingnan should be in the same league.
Either they are all rice, or they are all tares.
If anyone has a problem.
Then you need to ask him about Nandao's sword first.
The demon cultivator named Cao Jiezi was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Okay."
Lingnan is a very simple place.
So some snowstorms also ended easily.
When the young man under the umbrella did not stand and watch from a distance for the first time, but walked into the wind and snow with everyone, the storm subsided.
This is what it means to open the door and find the mountain.
Listening to the wind chanting, he stood in the snow on the creek bridge. He looked away from the young man, looked at the people standing by the creek, and said softly: "Go back."
So the mountain of sword cultivators slowly dispersed.
The only people left by the stream were Ting Feng Yin and the Donghai sword cultivator who was holding his sword and watching from a distance.
It wasn't until everyone left that Qingjiao stepped forward with her sword in hand, saluted Tingfeng Yin, and said, "How is the situation in the East China Sea?"
Ting Feng Yin said softly: "The East China Sea is okay, the high cliff is right there, so there won't be any chaos for a while."
Qingjiao hesitated for a while, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask, and just said: "Thank you."
Tingfeng Yin waved his hand to express that it was just a small matter.
Only then did everyone look at Nan Dao who had drawn his sword by the stream and was wiping the slush off the sword in the snow.
The peak masters of Xiaojiu Peak all looked at the young man under the umbrella in amazement.
"It turns out that you have really entered the state of watching the rain."
The leader of the second peak, who Qingjiao said was a middle-aged female swordsman named Sang Shanyue, looked at Nan Dao with a sigh and said.
Although the state of enlightenment and rain-viewing is not considered a major cultivation in the human world, in Lingnan, it is naturally not a low state.
As Sang Shanyue said this, she saluted Nan Dao and said, "I need to say sorry to you."
Nan Dao wiped his sword, glanced at her, and said, "Senior, what do you need to apologize for?"
Sang Shanyue said softly: "When Lingnan made some decisions about you, I was the one who opposed it."
It was April, when Lu Xiaoxiao stumbled back to Lingnan from Nandao, where his life and death were unknown.
Nan Dao said softly: "Actually, at the beginning, I didn't believe in many things myself."
Sang Shanyue just said sincerely and freely: "No matter what, I still need to let you hear this apology. It should make me feel better."
Nan Dao looked at her for a long time, then smiled softly and said, "Okay."
This Xixue rally was quickly resolved due to Nan Dao's participation.
But after all, the Lords of the Nine Peaks still needed to go back to deal with some disturbances, so they didn't say anything. They just greeted Nan Dao sincerely and in amazement, and left in a hurry.
When leaving, Nan Dao remembered what Wu Dalong had said about the seventh senior brother Mo Jian Ya, and talked to them about it.
The leader of the first peak was another person whose name was unknown at the beginning on the creek bridge. Of course, Nan Dao later learned his name, Shen Qingmo, a very down-to-earth name, probably Silent Qingmo.
Shen Qingtai told Nandao that the Seventh Senior Brother had indeed visited the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect in Lingnan. However, when the Seventh Senior Brother traveled to Lingnan, he had not yet climbed up the cliff, so he did not leave anything behind. There were probably only a few places left by descendants. The Monument of Asking Swords probably means that the Seventh Senior Brother once went to Lingnan to ask for swords.
Nan Dao didn't care.
"Of course I have no intention of visiting the ruins of our predecessors and learning some shocking swordsmanship. I'm just quite curious about the story of such a senior."
"I'm just afraid that if you have expectations, you will get nothing in the end." Shen Qingmo said softly.
Nandao knows it well.
Then all the peak masters left.
Only Gu Shanhong from the Jinghong Sword Sect and Tingfeng Yin from the Tingfeng Sword Sect were left on the bridge.
Gu Shanhong didn't say anything, and kept looking at Nan Dao with a smile, which made Nan Dao feel a little uncomfortable.
Tingfeng Yin sat down on the creek bridge, picked up the wine bottle that had always been a scenery on the creek bridge, shook it towards Nandao, and said, "Want to drink?"
Nan Dao naturally has a wine pot on his waist. The pot is full of peach blossom wine, which he cooked himself when he got up early in the morning.
So Nan Dao shook his head, patted the wine bottle on his waist and said, "I have it myself."
Tingfeng Yin smiled and said, "What kind of wine?"
"Peach blossom wine made by myself."
Gu Shanhong was a little curious, "Where did the peach blossom wine come from in the cold winter months?"
Nan Dao walked up to the creek bridge with a wine pot and said: "It is probably a branch of the peach tree of the Human Sword Sect. I planted one. In the Tianya Sword Sect, if the two seniors are interested, they can pick some. Make wine.”
When a human swordsman walks around the world, he probably always has to drink wine to help him enjoy his life.
So Gu Shanhong and Ting Fengyin were obviously very interested.
The sword behind Gu Shanhong turned into sword light and disappeared into the snow after Nan Dao finished speaking. Not long after, he picked out many peach blossoms and came back.
"Brother, I want to make some wine."
Probably because the Lingnan incident had calmed down for the time being, this relatively young swordsman was quite interested, and he immediately wanted to listen to the wind and cook wine.
Nan Dao had a headache when he heard that senior brother's voice. He looked at Ting Feng Yin, and sure enough, the latter held his forehead, and then used the light of his sword to get the stove and the wine pot from Feng Lai's cliff. Then he sat in the snow on the creek bridge, pouring snow and making wine.
Nan Dao had wine himself, so he sat on the creek bridge and drank first. Then he looked at Qingjiao and said, "Do you want it?"
Qingjiao calmly shook her head and just sat down with her sword in hand.
Tingfeng Yin was boiling wine and looking at Qingjiao and said, "You seem a little disappointed?"
People who are good at listening to wind are probably also good at observing colors.
Qingjiao probably had some of these emotions, but when he said them, he was still quite calm and indifferent.
"Yesterday I lost to Nan Dao."
The two people who were making wine with smiles were stunned for a moment, looking back and forth at the young man drinking under the umbrella and the woman in red sitting quietly.
"Drinking and losing?"
Ting Fengyin raised an eyebrow and said.
"I lost the sword test." Qingjiao said calmly, "He has a sword, but I am not as good as him."
Gu Shanhong chuckled softly and said: "The state of climbing the tower is inferior to the state of watching the rain. I think about that sword, I am very proud."
Nan Dao was drinking wine on the side, but asked curiously: "What is the state of climbing a building?"
Gu Shanhong chuckled softly and said: "It is the realm of the small path. Hearing the path is like looking for plum blossoms, seeing the path is like climbing a building. When you climb the stairs and see the great road, it is the realm of self and no self."
This was the first time Nan Dao heard something like this and he sat aside holding a wine bottle.
"Which one is higher or lower?"
"There is no superiority or inferiority between the two." Gu Shanhong said softly, "When you enter the realm of the great road with me, you view the Tao with me. Everything is colored by me, so you enter the human world. When you enter the realm of the great road without me, you view the Tao with me. Taoism and Taoism are nothing but selflessness.”
"In today's human world, we can compare the view of mountains and rivers with the lack of a single school. Li Shanhe has a very famous saying, saying that the Tao of the world gave birth to me, not me gave birth to the Tao. For example, a mother gives birth to a son, and the son is naturally not the mother. The two flow together. But they are not homogeneous, so of course the great road is not me, and I am not the great road, so naturally there must be me in the great road. But if there is a missing door, then the heaven and earth coexist with me, and all things are one with me. Since I am the Tao, the Tao is me. . I look at things and forget about them. This is the origin of the saying that destiny is three feet away - destiny is inaccessible because I still have me in my heart. From the perspective of my destiny, it will naturally interfere with it. , has always led to endless changes within three feet, and it is unpredictable. Only by looking at destiny can we get the closest answer."
Gu Shanhong said, but he laughed softly, glanced at the snow in Lingnan, and said: "In fact, the world has always recognized that there is a third realm."
Nan Dao said in surprise: "What is it?"
Tingfeng Yin said with a smile: "The third type is the uninhabited land in Lingnan. Because no one enters the avenue."
"..."
Nan Dao and Qing Jiao were both speechless for a while as they laughed at themselves.
The place where there is no one is perhaps the human world.
Gu Shanhong laughed self-deprecatingly and said: "In fact, whether it is a saint or sitting in the human world, they are just some titles for the realm of the great road."
The sword cultivator in red from the East China Sea was silent for a while and said, "What about the sword cultivator in Qing Yi who is the final state?"
"Qing Yi." Gu Shanhong looked up at the sky above the snow.
"That's a person from heaven. What does it have to do with the human world?"
I don’t know where he came from, he was born like an abandoned child, and was led by an old beggar and walked around the world for nineteen years. After one year on the cliff, he became invincible in the world, and then he broke through the sky and disappeared without a trace.
Like a stream of light passing through the world, it comes and goes suddenly.
Probably people like Qing Yi can only be heavenly beings.
Everyone subconsciously looked up at the sky.
The wind and snow in the world are just like when Qing Yi left the world many years ago.
Snow is rarely seen in Huangliang Nantuo.
But after all, I saw it twice.
Once Qing Yi left the world, it snowed heavily for three months.
Once, the Styx River rolled back, and the entire Huangliang and Youhuang Mountains were caught in the snow.
This is why the phrase "Chu dogs bark when they see the snow" comes from this.
The peach blossom wine gradually boils.
Gu Shanhong lowered his head again and sniffed the aroma of peach blossom wine, which is rare in winter.
Qing Yi is a heavenly being, but Gu Shanhong is not. He is just a small human being in Lingnan who has no chance to connect with the great road.
So the aroma of that pot of peach blossom wine is naturally more alluring than looking at the sky.
So he couldn't wait to take the jug from the stove, poured a glass of wine, and sat on the bridge, warming the wine while his hair was white with snow.
Tingfeng Yin, who had already turned white without being exposed to snow, looked at the two people from Nandao and said, "What are you doing here today?"
This may be more appropriate to ask at the beginning.
It's just that the chat may have gone too far, so I just said it now.
Nan Dao took the letter from his arms and said, "Send a letter to Mojianya."
Tingfeng Yin took it over with a smile and said, "You'd better not write anything provocative in your letter to Mojianya. A place like Mojianya cannot be provoked in this world."
Although Lingnan cannot afford to offend Qingtian Dao, after all, Qingtian Dao is a place of cultivation in the human world, and it will eventually give a place like Lingnan some face.
Mojianya has never looked at the human world, and will not give face to the human world.
Huang Liang probably had a deep understanding of the city that was destroyed by the Demon Ancestor's casual sword.
Nan Dao sat under the umbrella and tilted his head and thought for a while, then took a sip of peach blossom wine and said softly: "Maybe there will be some things that cause trouble, but I think this is something that the world cannot handle, but I can handle it."
Writing a love letter to the woman in the white dress from Mojian Cliff is naturally a huge source of trouble.
As for why Nandao thinks he can handle it.
Probably it was also because of the courage Qiu Xi'er's reply letter gave me back then.
Love really requires courage to face the six-eyed flying fish.
Now that the letter has been delivered, the rest will naturally be left to Lingnan Lingluo Pavilion. Nandao did not stop any longer. He hung the wine bottle on his waist, stood up, said goodbye to the two people who were drinking in the snow, and said goodbye to Qingjiao. Let's go together in the direction we came from.
Gu Shanhong just sat there, quietly watching the two people leaving, and then chuckled: "I thought he wouldn't stand up today."
Although what happened today was not intentional, when Gu Shanhong saw the hope of Lingnan approaching, he still had some thoughts.
He originally thought that the young man under the umbrella would continue to stand under the umbrella as usual, watching the wind and snow in the world like an outsider.
I just didn't expect him to come out so easily.
They summoned the masters of the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect's peaks to prepare for the worst and forcefully suppress the commotion of these demon cultivators.
But things didn't come to this.
After listening to Feng Yin talk about those rice and tares.
The young man walked out holding an umbrella.
Lingnan needs a sword that can truly be seen and convinced by the world.
That's the South Island.
Not an isolated island in the south.
It is the sword-raising island in Lingnan.
Ting Fengyin was not surprised at all. He just drank the newly brewed peach blossom wine, thinking about the conversations that day in Luofeng Canyon of Tianya Sword Sect, and said slowly: "This is the meaning of Lingnan's all-out effort."
Gu Shanhong turned back, sipping the peach blossom wine, and said softly: "But the only pity is that in the end, he will still be the one who sharpens the sword in the future."
Tingfeng Yin smiled and said: "But in the future, people in the world will naturally remember that he came from Lingnan. The opportunity that the Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect did not seize back then, we will naturally seize even more tightly now."
When Brother Mo Jian Ya Seven walked through Lingnan, people at that time probably would not have thought that a person who walked out from the core of ancient swordsmanship with four feet of separation in his arms would make the whole world... Swordsmanship has undergone such a big change.
Gu Shanhong listened to Ting Feng Yin's words, raised his eyebrows and said, "How can I hold on tighter?"
Tingfeng Yin thought for a while and said, "Does it count to fall out with His Majesty?"
It was natural to fall out with His Majesty.
But Shenhe probably won't come to liquidate anything in person because some people from Hell died in Lingnan.
Gu Shanhong looked into the snow.
The mountains in the south of Lingnan are closed, so naturally there are still many people from the Hell who are trapped in these mountains, drinking in the wind and snow, which is very miserable to think about.
So Gu Shanhong drank for a long time, and then said softly: "I'll do it."
Ting Feng Yin said softly: "You didn't come, you didn't come, it was the wind and snow that froze them to death."
Gu Shanhong smiled and said: "That's the case."
So the long sword behind the leader of the Jinghong Sword Sect turned into sword light and flew away through the wind and snow, missing its destination in the vast mountain snow.
After the sword light left, the two sat on the bridge and looked at each other quietly for a long time.
Then Ting Feng Yin sighed softly and said: "It seems that we are going to learn bad things too."
Gu Shanhong also had some sadness in his expression.
"Yes, when I realized what senior brother was thinking, I didn't feel anything was wrong..."
The upper reaches of the human world.
The world is despicable.
That's probably it.
"There is life and death, there is giving and there is gain." Ting Fengyin said softly, "That's it."
The two of them did not continue on this topic.
There is a bright red color still looming in the snow in the distant mountains.
But it wasn't blood, it was just a woman in red from the East China Sea.
Gu Shanhong glanced over there, then looked back to Feng Yin and said, "Chen Qingshan is in Shanyue City, Lingbei. Why didn't you tell her about this?"
Ting Fengyin raised her eyebrows, looked at Gu Shanhong and said, "Tell her?"
Gu Shanhong looked at Ting Feng Yin's expression and suddenly understood something. He chuckled and said, "Yes, of course I can't tell her."
Naturally, I can't tell her such a thing.
Chen Qingshan is a cultivator of Shanheguan Dao, while Qingjiao is just a swordsman cultivator of the Donghai Trail.
Got it, probably dead.
After Gu Shanhong figured it out, he looked at the peach blossom wine in the snow in front of him and said softly: "It's probably been a long time since I drank fresh peach blossom wine. I was a little drunk, but I didn't understand it for a while."
Practitioners will naturally not get drunk.
It's just that probably because the three stages before entering the Tao, Qi Sense, Entrance into the Body, Zhou Tian, and the last stage Zhou Tian, were called alienation many years ago, people often don't like to show too much difference from the rest of the world.
People get drunk.
So practitioners should also know how to do it.
It’s not just the demon clan that wants to be a human being.
The same goes for practitioners.
So Gu Shanhong was probably really drunk.
He was so drunk that when the sword light returned with blood and hung on the creek bridge, he thought it was the bright red azalea in March.
So he picked up the sword, looked at the blooming azaleas on the sword, then put it in his arms, wrapped it in the plain robe, clamped it hard, and then pulled it out little by little. .
The cold light on the sword was once again as clean as a clear stream at the foot of March Mountain.
Just sleeves full of rhododendrons in full bloom.
It's like a lush rhododendron bush nestled beneath a stream.
Gu Shanhong faced the bright red azaleas blooming on his arms and sleeves.
"Brother, I'm obscene."
Gu Shanhong's voice was very calm and indifferent.
That kind of calm and indifferent tone in front of the prosperous azaleas of blood in the drunkenness, but it happened to be so sober that it was chilling.
There are no azaleas on Ting Feng Yin's sleeves, but the white hair on her temples is like a sword, stabbing upwards.
The white-haired sword points upward.
but.
"I'm obscene too."
Tingfeng Yin quietly looked at the sword in Gu Shanhong's hand and the red flowers on his cuffs, and said calmly.
Both of them were probably downwardly mobile.
So no one said anything more.
They quietly soaked in the snow, drank peach blossom wine, and then left.
