Of course Lingnan would not stop Yun Zhusheng.
Lingnan cannot stop Yunzhu from growing.
When the young man who looked extremely weak coughed up blood and crossed the sword barrier from Xiaojiu Peak, stepping on the mountains in the wind and snow, Ting Feng Yin was listening to the wind by the stream. Gu Shan Hong was looking at Feihong from the top of the mountain.
As for Nan Dao, he was taking Lu Xiaoer to the first peak of Lingnan Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect.
Qingjiao didn't come today, and Le Chaotian showed little interest in walking in the snow to find a sword. Only the young boy Lu Xiaoer, after hearing that Nan Dao planned to go to the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect, followed him with his sword on his back.
The first peak among the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect is located further north of Qifeng Mountain, among the mountains closer to Lingbei.
As the longest existing sword sect among the Lingnan sword sects, the history of First Peak can be traced back to nearly two thousand years ago.
The First Peak may not be the oldest among the sword sects in Lingnan history, but it is among the oldest and still exists.
The mountain gate of the first peak is located a hundred feet up the mountain. There are four mountain gates. I heard that in the past, when the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect was still quite famous, there would be a master uncle stationed at the mountain gate all year round, responsible for assessing and registering some disciples who went up the mountain.
It's just that this scene has not appeared for a long time.
When Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer went up from the west gate of the first peak, the gate, which was probably built many years ago, was dilapidated and collapsed, and was buried in the wind and snow.
Thinking about the other three mountain gates, even if they didn't become like this, they probably wouldn't be much different.
The story about the first peak mainly comes from the narration of the young nephew next to me.
"At the beginning, I also wanted to come to the first peak." Lu Xiaoer followed Nan Dao with his sword in his arms, and said with regret while stepping on the snow under his feet that had lost a section of his calf.
Nan Dao looked back at the young boy behind him and said, "Then why didn't you come later?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said: "Because when I was walking near the Xiaobai Sword Sect with the small wooden sword on my back, I saw the master sitting alone on the edge of the cliff in a daze. I thought, this person looks so lonely. My family In a small village at the foot of Lingxi Mountain, I subconsciously thought that after I left, my mother would be like this, inexplicably alone in a daze."
Nan Dao listened quietly.
The little boy sighed and said: "So when the master saw me and asked me, do you want to learn the sword, I nodded subconsciously, e=(′o｀*))) Alas, into Xiaobai Deep as the sea, from now on the Nine Peaks are passers-by.”
The young boy didn't know where he learned these words, but ever since Lu Xiaosan started going to Jianhu to recite poems, everyone seemed to have taken on the air of a poet.
As Lu Xiaoer spoke, he tilted his head and thought, and said: "But if I had really walked all the way here - I probably wouldn't have met you, Uncle Master. It would have been like the ones I met on the way here. Those swordsmen, like a person who had nothing to do with him, looked at the uncle walking past with curiosity."
Nan Dao chuckled softly, passed through the broken mountain gates, walked upwards, and said: "But you may meet more people. There are many people in the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect. I heard from my senior brother that there are many people in Nanyi City. Before the battle, there were approximately 30,000 sword cultivators in the Nine Peaks."
Nan Dao sighed as he spoke.
Eighty thousand sword cultivators came down the mountain, leaving 70,000 people outside Nanyi City.
The pain in war stories always seems to be easy to realize in hindsight.
Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything else. The two of them looked up at the Jianzong Snow Mountain where there were probably only a few hundred people left. They always felt a sense of loneliness in the wind.
But in fact, Lingnan never mentioned those stories himself.
Many things can be seen in some relics.
For example, there are countless broken swords on the Fenglai Cliff of the Tingfeng Sword Sect.
The two of them walked quietly. In the snow in the mountains ahead, a small wooden hut suddenly appeared on the side. In the snow in front of the hut, there was a man who looked to be in his forties sitting with his eyes closed and holding a scabbard.
It seemed that the sword cultivator was not waiting here deliberately, because when the sound of the two Nandao people stepping on the snow woke him up, the sword cultivator opened his eyes and looked at the two of them with some surprise.
"who are you?"
"Xiao Bai Sword Sect Lu Xiaoer, this is my uncle. We want to go up the mountain to have a look. Please forgive me if we disturb you."
Nan Dao was about to say something, but Lu Xiaoer on the side stepped forward first, saluted the man with his sword in his arms, and spoke solemnly.
Lu Xiaoer was naturally worried that Nan Dao didn't know what to say, because in the past, this young uncle always seemed unwilling to address himself as a Lingnan sword cultivator, so he simply said it first.
Nan Dao turned to look at Lu Xiaoer beside him, then smiled, bowed in the same way, and said: "Tianya Sword Sect Nan Dao, I have met my senior brother, and when I was listening to Feng Xi, I had already gone up to the mountain with him. Peak Master Shen mentioned it."
Lu Xiaoer looked back at Nan Dao in surprise, and then laughed happily happily.
The sword cultivator in front of the wooden hut looked at the somewhat strange uncle and nephew with great curiosity, not knowing what was going on.
It was probably because the nephew spoke before his uncle that the sword cultivator felt a little displeased with this handsome young man.
I probably think this is a pushy little kid.
So he looked at Nandao, then froze, and said with some uncertainty: "Guanyu Realm?"
In a place like Lingnan, no matter what time and place, a boy who looks like a man watching the rain will probably always attract people's attention.
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes."
The man's expression became gentle, and he chuckled and said, "I probably know who you are, and I deserve to be called senior brother."
Lu Xiaoer seemed to have remembered something and said, "Are you a mountain ranger from Jiufeng?"
The mountain ranger nodded coldly.
Lu Xiaoer didn't care about the mountain ranger's attitude, he just thought of him as someone who served food to others.
The two misunderstood each other, but neither of them paid attention to the other.
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "Actually, I should call you senior."
The mountain ranger looked at Nan Dao and shook his head in self-deprecation and said: "I have been practicing for more than thirty years, and I have just entered the first stage of the trail. I have climbed the third level of the building. How can I be worthy of the title of senior?"
"Senior brother went to the mountains to learn swordsmanship at the age of ten?"
The mountain patrolman smiled softly and said: "I just learned some rough swordsmanship. The sword in my hand may not even be able to defeat the little nephew next to you."
Nan Dao said in surprise: "Why?"
The mountain patrolman pointed to the empty scabbard in his arms and said: "Because the Jiufeng mountain patrollers do not practice swords, they only practice sword intent. They patrol the mountains with their swords."
Nan Dao seemed to understand something. He looked up at the swords above the wind and snow and said, "The sword that seals the mountain is the sword of senior brother?"
The mountain ranger smiled and said, "It's the sword of the senior brothers."
Naturally, there cannot be only one person patrolling the Nine Peaks.
"Senior brother, is it possible that he has been staying in front of the house like this?"
The mountain ranger shook his head and smiled and said: "Of course not. Sometimes when I get tired from sitting, I will get up and dance with my swords leisurely, or take a walk in the rain and snow in the mountains with my swords."
When Nan Dao heard this, he suddenly remembered the scene he had had before.
After the new rain in the green mountains, there was a sword cultivator walking in the mountains with a sword, not knowing where he came from or where he was going.
Maybe it doesn’t really have to be where it has been.
Just walking around and patrolling the mountains.
The three of them were chatting, but the expression of the mountain ranger sitting in front of the hut suddenly changed, and then his face turned pale quickly visible to the naked eye. In the wind and snow, a sword came back and fell in the snow in front of the hut.
Seeing this change, the two people from Nandao changed their expressions. They raised their hands to hold their swords and looked in the direction of the sword that cut through the wind and snow.
However, the world in Fengxue was quite peaceful, and nothing seemed to happen.
"Nothing." The mountain ranger raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, pulled out his sword from the snow beside him, and put it into its sheath.
Nan Dao looked back at the mountain ranger brother and said, "What happened?"
The mountain ranger looked up with a pale face and said, "It's just that someone forced their way into the mountain."
Nan Dao frowned and said, "Isn't it okay to forcefully enter the mountain?"
The energy of heaven and earth surged around the mountain ranger, and his breath became a little calmer. Then he smiled and said: "Those who can force their way into the mountain, Lingnan generally has no way. We mountain rangers specialize in the way of sword intention, and even our sword intention can't stop it. If you stop them, no one else will be able to stop them. What’s more.”
The mountain ranger looked at the weak sword in his arms and said softly: "This may be a Taoist cultivator."
When the mountain ranger told these helpless stories, he just smiled without regrets or self-deprecation.
As if already used to it.
"I guess it's just my bad luck. Maybe Jianguang happened to be patrolling that place and bumped into that Taoist."
"Taoist?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at the mountain ranger and said in confusion.
Perhaps it was the decisiveness of the young man when he drew the sword that made the mountain patrol feel better. At this time, he was not as cold as before. He nodded and said: "Yes, my sword intention hit his Dao Yun. Only then will he be knocked back and turn back."
The mountain ranger said, looked at the two of them, smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, this kind of thing is very common, probably just passers-by."
Nan Dao lowered his hand again, stood under the umbrella and looked at the mountain ranger and said softly: "Senior Brother, thank you for your hard work."
The mountain ranger said slowly: "It's just sticking to it, it's not hard work."
Probably because of the word "persistence", with some emotion, the mountain patrol said with regret: "If Lingnan could not be obsessed with the sword in his hand and look more at the world when the great road was first born, it would not have become what it is now. Looking like this, the mountain patrolman specializes in the art of swordsmanship, which is probably to make up for the regrets of the past."
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes."
The mountain patrolman smiled, looked at Nandao and said, "It's a good thing that you can get out of the useless place of Tianya Jianzong and come to Xiaojiu Peak. Naturally, Xiaojiu Peak may not be of any help. To your place, but after all, it is difficult to achieve greatness by working behind closed doors. Only by seeing the world can you have the spirit of everyone. When you leave Lingnan in the future, you will also need to go to the world more. The way of the Seventh Brother Mojianya probably came from this. "
Nan Dao took the lead and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for your teaching."
The mountain patrolman said, but then looked at Lu Xiaoer aside, and said quietly: "There is one in the five thousand words of Qingniu - I always have three treasures, hold on to them. The first is compassion, the second is frugality. , The third saying is that you don’t dare to be the first in the world. Kindness makes you brave; frugality makes you broad; you don’t dare to be the first in the world, so you can become a leader. A young man can naturally have an edge, but having an edge and showing it are two different things."
There are countless "Qingniu Five Thousand Words" in the world, and the mountain rangers have seen it, so it is certainly not a strange thing.
It's just that those great techniques often cannot be used by others.
Lu Xiaoer was a little confused. He didn't know why the mountain ranger suddenly said this to him.
Just looking at this Jiufeng sword cultivator who was in his forties, he didn't seem to have any ill intentions. The young boy still bowed sincerely and said, "Junior, I will teach you."
The mountain ranger looked at the two of them with a slight smile, pointed toward the mountain, and said, "Let's go up the mountain."
The two nodded and walked towards the mountain in the wind and snow. After only walking a short distance, Nan Dao looked back at the mountain patrolman and said, "What's your name, senior brother?"
The mountain patrolman smiled and said, "Liu Xunshan."
"Xunshan patrol?"
The mountain ranger shook his head and said, "Xun is looking for mountains."
The two of them seemed to be playing a riddle.
But when the mountain ranger shook his head, Nan Dao naturally understood that it was not the ranger he thought.
I came here looking for mountains and finally patrolled them.
That's probably it.
The two continued walking up the mountain for a while, and then Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao and said, "Why does Uncle Master want to know his name?"
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "I'm asking for you."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned and said, "Are you asking for me?"
Nan Dao thought about the attitude of the previous mountain ranger and said, "Because there is some misunderstanding between him and you. If you know the name, you can go to him to resolve the misunderstanding in the future."
Lu Xiaoer held his sword and walked in the snow for a while before he finally understood.
"Does he think I'm a good person?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Maybe."
Lu Xiaoer turned around and started to go down the mountain, saying, "That won't work. I have to go and make it clear to him."
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "You're going now, aren't you just complying with his words?"
Lu Xiaoer sighed and said, "Okay then."
Although the little boy did not hold an umbrella like Nan Dao, he still wore a dog-eared hat made by Lu Xiaoxiao. His dull look was quite interesting.
Like an aggrieved little dog.
Nan Dao looked at him, thought for a moment, and said, "Actually, I have something to tell you."
Lu Xiaoer looked up at Nan Dao and said, "What does Uncle Master want to say?"
"Knowing its glory and guarding its disgrace will be the valley of the world." Nan Dao said softly.
The valley will last forever, and it means knowing and guarding it.
Lu Xiaoer understood. He held his sword and looked at Nan Dao, nodded vigorously, and said, "I understand, uncle."
Nan Dao said nothing more.
In fact, this sentence was said by Taohua.
The two walked along the snow-covered stone steps for a while, but finally appeared some silent buildings in the snow.
Stretching between the mountains and forests on both sides, it is full of sword pavilions with snow hanging from the eaves.
The once extremely prosperous Sword Sect was now quite lonely and silent in the wind and snow.
Only by standing in those vast silences can we probably understand that the story that happened outside Nanyi City was a bit cruel.
Nan Dao held his sword and umbrella, standing on the mountain road, quietly looking at the sword pavilions.
Lu Xiaoer also watched silently.
If it weren't for the fact that the young boy had not yet entered Taoism and was too young, Lu Xiaoer would probably have appeared on top of Nanyi City to meet the war coming from the south.
Maybe he'll die there, maybe he won't.
The two looked at each other quietly for a long time, and then headed higher up the mountain again.
After walking for a while, when we reached nearly a thousand feet, there were finally some voices on the first peak.
It was some sword flats in the snow. The two of them stood on the mountain road and looked over there. They saw that there were still some sword cultivators on the sword flats, practicing their swords against the snow, or tempering their sword intentions with the wind and snow.
Lingnan is certainly not a secular place.
Although this huge mountain range has many of the same characteristics as the rest of the world, it is also a land of sword cultivation with a very long history.
A square of snow and sword light scattered many of the few people walking along the way.
Some Jiufeng disciples who were closer saw the two people on the mountain path. After hesitating for a while, they sheathed their swords and walked towards this side. They stopped in front of Nan Dao, bowed and said, "Senior brother."
When Nan Dao heard this sentence, senior brother, he was suddenly stunned for a moment.
Then he looked at the young swordsman in front of him, who was only in the Jianshan realm, but he also reacted.
Yes, he is indeed a senior brother.
In the eyes of most sword cultivators in Lingnan, a sword cultivator in the Guanyin realm like himself is indeed a senior.
It's just that during the past period of time, either in Nanyi City or Luofeng Canyon, Nan Dao didn't realize that he could be a senior who walked in most places of cultivation in the world.
Nan Dao looked at the swordsmen in the wind and snow, those swordsmen who practiced hard despite the snow but still had no place in the world of practice. He sighed softly, looked back at the Nine Peaks swordsman in front of him, and laughed softly. He smiled and said, "Junior brother."
Nan Dao may finally be able to accept the title of senior brother and junior brother calmly.
Le Chaotian, the scoundrel junior brother, certainly contributed a lot.
Lu Xiaoer on the side was holding his sword upright and saluting.
"Hello, uncle."
The young boy with handsome features said that he was a master, which made the sword cultivator in the mountain realm feel at a loss for a moment.
Nan Dao smiled and said, "This is my nephew, Lu Xiaoer."
"Oh, that's good."
The sword cultivator said awkwardly while holding the sword.
Although he doesn't know what's good about it.
But finally some words.
After thinking about it, the sword cultivator probably thought that he should act like a master uncle. He fumbled and took out half a piece of pear candy from his arms. He stretched out his hand and handed it to Lu Xiaoer and said, "Master nephew, do you want to eat it?" Tang, how are you doing with your sword practice? Have you felt the Qi during your practice?"
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "Thank you, I don't eat sweets, my sword practice is pretty good, my sword intention has been cultivated for a while, and my practice has reached its peak."
Take a look, what do you mean by someone else’s child?
Every question and every answer is well-founded and confident.
The sword cultivator was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lu Xiaoer in amazement and said, "How long have you been practicing?"
Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Actually, it's been a long time. I've been going up the mountain for more than a year, and I've been practicing for almost a year."
In terms of progress in the early stage of sword cultivation, it is naturally not as good as that of Taoism. Because you have to practice swordsmanship and visualize the seeds of sword intent, the time is naturally not as sufficient as Taoism cultivation.
The sword cultivator just kept sighing - giving birth to a child should be like Master Lu's nephew.
Nan Dao just laughed softly from the side.
The sword cultivator probably wanted to exchange some pleasantries at first, but after meeting Lu Xiaoer, he felt a little ashamed and went to practice in the wind and snow of Jianping.
Of course, giving birth to a child should be like Lu Xiaoer.
As for the South Island, it's probably only a dream.
Nan Dao's words about carrying snow for Lingnan by the stream have spread throughout Lingnan. Except for those who are quite lonely, everyone naturally knows how short a time it took for this young man to reach the state of enlightenment and rain-viewing.
After being amazed, I also felt that it was natural.
This is the hope that Lingnan has been waiting for for thousands of years, and it should be so.
The sword cultivators thought so.
