The sword-asking stele left on the first peak is located 1,200 feet below the top of the first peak.
It was a valley, and the sword pavilion, the master of the first peak, stood in the snow on top of the valley.
Shen Qingmai did not appear, perhaps still busy with many chores after Lingnan closed the mountains.
It was a disciple from the Fengxue Jianping who had left the customs realm. He led the two people from Nandao to this valley through the snowy path.
"Actually, sometimes, we will come here to have a look." The nineteen-year-old swordsman, carrying his sword on his back, swept away a snow-covered branch, walked into the valley, and looked back at Nandao with a smile. Said, "But that was all when I first started learning swordsmanship."
The disciple named Yuan Sanzhou sighed rather sadly as he walked.
"It's a pity that after learning swordsmanship for several years, those young men probably lost their energy and began to know what position they were in, so they practiced swordsmanship in that position."
The valley is very large, but also very empty. There is some snow on the slightly sloping valley walls and rocks, but because of the angle, there is not as much snow as in the valley, but some thin slanting wind snow. If the sky is bright If it were bright, it would probably look like some fine and crystal clear sand and gravel. However, the wind and snow had not stopped and the sky was hazy, so there were only some dead vines hanging there.
"If senior brothers had come earlier, we could actually see some senior brothers practicing here."
Yuan Sanzhou led the way and spoke casually.
"It's a pity that there are not many people in the mountains now. Those sword flats are enough, so no one comes here."
Yuan Sanzhou stopped in front and looked towards the open snowy world at the end of the valley. He lowered his head again and looked at the withered colors in the snow that was broken under his feet. He said softly: "The moss has grown on the stone." It’s so thick.”
People in Lingnan probably don't talk about how many people have died in the past, but sometimes when they see those places that no one cares about, they will say a few words, the stone moss is so thick.
Neither Nan Dao nor Lu Xiaoer said anything, but just stopped behind the sword cultivator.
Yuan Sanzhou stopped there for a long time, then turned around and said with a smile: "In front of you is the Sword Asking Monument."
Nan Dao and the others naturally knew that the Wenjian Monument was ahead of them. Although the monument was not big, only about half a person tall, it would not be buried by the wind and snow.
So this sentence is probably just a sentence used by Yuan Sanzhou to change the topic.
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Okay."
The three of them continued walking forward.
The sword-asking stele is at the end of the valley. The sword-asking stele was erected by later generations, so naturally it has nothing to do with the seventh senior brother Mojianya.
So Nan Dao walked and looked around.
Above the huge valley, the first peak's main sword pavilion stood quietly on the edge of the Snowy Mountain, looking quite lonely.
"Did Senior Brother Jianya and Fengzhong Sword Cultivator ever discuss anything?"
Nan Dao lowered his head and looked at Yuan Sanzhou in front of him and asked.
Yuan Sanzhou smiled softly and said: "Of course we don't know what happened more than a thousand years ago. The masters in the mountains at that time did not care about the arrival of such a sword cultivator. I heard that he did say something, but There is no record left, maybe it was just a casual conversation, the only record is that he used a sword to defeat the leader of the first peak at that time."
Nan Dao said softly: "Destroying with one sword is not an amazing thing."
Yuan Sanzhou stopped and said slowly: "But it is indeed true."
Lu Xiaoer, holding his sword on the side, asked in confusion: "Why?"
Yuan Sanzhou said in amazement: "Because that senior brother at that time had not yet practiced cultivation, and the peak master of that generation was also a person who had entered Taoism. The cultivation world at that time did not yet have a detailed division of cultivation realms, so it was also No one knows what realm the peak masters of that generation were at that time, but based on the usual situation from Lingnan, they should probably be around the initial realm of the small path today."
The young boy Lu Xiaoer exclaimed in shock: "How is that possible?"
Nan Dao was not as surprised as Lu Xiaoer.
The sword that cut through the narrow path of the human world came from the hand of that senior brother.
Before entering the Taoist path, it seems that there is no such amazement.
Nan Dao was thinking about this, but he looked at Lu Xiaoer beside him.
This young man probably still doesn't know what kind of sword he learned from the young man in Qingshang in Tianshang Town.
Yuan Sanzhou naturally didn't know what Nan Dao was thinking, but he just watched Lu Xiaoer say softly: "You should have heard about the four-foot break and the killing of many practitioners."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment.
Yes.
Naturally, most sword cultivators in the world know this sentence.
Four feet of separation is the sword of the seventh senior brother of Mojianya.
The reason for the four-foot sword is that when facing those Daxiu swordsmen with thousands of miles of sword intent, the three-foot sword was a bit stretched, so the four-foot sword was used.
It is worth mentioning that the great cultivator with a thousand-mile sword intent that he faced back then was later his third senior brother, Qinglian.
That was also the last dance of the retro-style swordsmanship facing the swordsmanship.
After that dance, the swordsman holding Jue Li climbed up the cliff and became a swordsman.
Yuan Sanzhou said softly: "So it is naturally possible."
Lu Xiaoer said nothing more, holding the sword in his arms and staring blankly at the valley that had been silent for thousands of years.
The valley is full of wind and snow, and no trace of those sword-asking sessions from thousands of years ago can be found anymore.
However, the world seems to be full of traces of those who asked for swords.
It is in every sword made by the sword cultivator.
Whether the clouds break through the moon, the flowers make shadows, or the red colors fly across the swing.
Even if it is a quick sword in the world and a line in the world.
These sword styles are full of traces left by that senior brother Wen Jian.
Nan Dao looked at the snowstorm in the valley, and then said softly: "No wonder people in the world still call me senior brother after thousands of years and countless generations."
He is probably the elder brother, teacher and father.
The Seventh Senior Brother is not the founder of human swordsmanship.
But he was the one who made the whole world of sword cultivation enter another world.
Mojian Cliff Mojian Cliff.
South Island looks back to the east of the world.
That sword cliff is indeed higher than everything in the world.
The three of them walked forward until they stopped at the edge of the valley, in front of the sword-asking monument erected by descendants.
The monument is naturally an ordinary stone monument. It has been standing on the edge of a high valley cliff for thousands of years, and has long been eroded by rain and snow.
Only some writing can be vaguely seen.
Yuan Sanzhou swept away the ice and snow on the monument for the two of them.
——In the thirteenth year of the New Calendar in Huai'an, the swordsman Jue Li went up the mountain... to ask for a sword... The sword's intention cannot penetrate four feet... The power of his sword is unstoppable, and it may be Jue's sword. The meaning of separation is the meaning of defeat...
Scattered here and there, there are actually no unknown stories.
It's just a simple and unusual story.
Nan Dao stood quietly in front of the monument.
On the side, Yuan Sanzhou looked at Nan Dao with some anxiety and said, "Senior brother?"
Nan Dao came back to his senses, looked at Yuan Sanzhou and said, "What's wrong?"
Yuan Sanzhou smiled and said, "I'm worried that senior brother will be disappointed."
Nan Dao naturally understood what Yuan Sanzhou meant.
In such a place where Senior Brother Jianya has left traces, people in the world will inevitably have some extravagant hopes of finding opportunities.
But Nandao didn't come here for the so-called opportunity, he was just curious about this senior brother.
Maybe to him, this shouldn't be a senior brother.
He is the one who wants to climb the cliff.
That is, the Seventh Master.
The contemporary cliff master Qiu Shui is the daughter of the previous cliff master Hong Yi. Hong Yi is the daughter of Bai Yi. Bai Yi is the nine disciples of Mo Jian Cliff Qing Yi of that generation.
After all, he is indeed an ancestor.
When Nan Dao was thinking this, he suddenly remembered that his umbrella seemed to have several sword intentions from Mo Jian Ya, which came from Qiu Xi'er.
Yuan Sanzhou and Lu Xiaoer both looked at the young man under the umbrella curiously, wondering why he suddenly squatted down in front of the monument.
Nan Dao squatted in front of the monument, lightly touching the umbrella, and the sword wind suddenly rose in the valley.
Yuan Sanzhou and Lu Xiaoer both took a few steps back in a panic.
But on top of the black umbrella, a sword intent suddenly circulated, and then fell into Nan Dao's fingertips.
"Senior brother, what is this?"
Yuan Sanzhou stared blankly at the rather sharp and powerful sword intention in Nan Dao's hand, wondering what he was going to do.
Naturally, Nan Dao did not intend to use the sword intentions of Mojian Cliff to try to elicit some sword power that had been silent in the past.
That is naturally unrealistic. After all, when the seventh brother went up the mountain, he had not yet climbed up the cliff, so naturally he would not react to the sword intent coming from Mojian Cliff.
The sword intent stayed on Nan Dao's fingertips for a moment, then landed on the stone tablet. Then the entire stone tablet suddenly exuded an extremely sharp meaning, standing majestically in the wind and snow.
Nan Dao looked at the stone tablet quietly, and then said softly: "Although I didn't come here for opportunities, I can still leave some opportunities for the First Peak. This sword intention comes from Mojian Cliff, my husband, That woman may be the next generation of Cliff Master."
Nan Dao turned to look at Yuan Sanzhou, who was dazed at the side, and said with a chuckle: "If someone can realize something from this sword intention in the future, it will be the opportunity of the First Peak."
Only then did Yuan Sanzhou understand the meaning of Nandao, and said softly: "Yes, this is probably what the hope of Lingnan means."
Nan Dao stood up and turned around to look at the windy and snowy world outside the valley. In the wind and snow, there was a vast expanse, with mountains covered with snow and swords picking at the frosty wind.
After looking at it for a long time, Nan Dao said softly: "I told Lu Xiaoer back then that the hope of Lingnan will only be in Lingnan."
Lu Xiaoer stood aside holding his sword and looking at his uncle, the boy's uncle.
Yuan Sanzhou smiled softly and said, "But there must be someone who lights the fire first."
Nan Dao looked at this junior brother who was four years older than himself and said, "I have already lit the fire."
Yuan Sanzhou was stunned for a long time before he realized that Nan Dao wanted to be the first to test the sword.
After hesitating for a long time, Yuan Sanzhou said softly: "Let's leave it to the junior brothers who will come later."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and said, "Why?"
Yuan Sanzhou smiled softly, looking at the wind and snow outside the mountains, at the wind and snow in Lingnan, and also looking back at the old wind and snow in the valley.
"Lingnan still has a long way to go. My youthful spirit has been smoothed out, so why not just be a conservative person? Senior brother should know that the world is always changing with the old and the new. Although our generation looks the same I am young, but I have been drinking from the wind and snow for almost ten years, and my mind has finally become dull and cold."
Yuan Sanzhou said softly: "There has to be someone to keep things old."
Nan Dao said slowly: "I thought it would be your master and the others."
Yuan Sanzhou smiled and said: "They are old people, and we are the old-fashioned people."
As the nineteen-year-old sword cultivator spoke, he walked to the edge of the valley and looked at the snowy sword flats at the foot of the mountain.
"We are the last generation, the purest Lingnan sword cultivators."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes."
When you go high, you inevitably forget about the human world.
Lingnan sword cultivator, who has always lived in the world and watched the wind and snow in the world, is naturally the purest practitioner in the world.
"Then let's start spring next year."
"Um."
After the beginning of spring, there are naturally many stories.
But for Lingnan, it is just some stories about the alternation of old and new.
The three of them started walking back.
Yuan Sanzhou carried a sword on his back, but his steps were much more brisk, and he was still leading the way for Nan Dao and the other two.
The wind and snow were very strong, and in a short period of time, the traces of the arrival were already lightly covered.
Naturally, Nan Dao was holding an umbrella, and Lu Xiaoer was also wearing a hat with dog ears. Only this First Peak disciple, who was not wearing anything, simply walked in the snow.
His hair turned white due to the snow, and he looked very much like the old-fashioned people he mentioned.
But of course he didn't have this idea.
When he led Nan Dao and the others here, he practiced sword practice in the wind and snow in Jianping, so naturally he would not bring anything to cover the snow.
The three of them walked along the way they came. Yuan Sanzhou turned to look at Nandao under the umbrella and said, "I heard that senior brother is the one who wants to go up the cliff?"
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Yes."
"when?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Of course, you can only go up the cliff when you can."
This sentence seems like nonsense.
But it is the most realistic portrayal of sword cultivators and that high cliff in the world.
Naturally, only those who can climb the cliff can climb the cliff.
Yuan Sanzhou turned back, looked down at the mountain snow at his feet, and said softly: "Actually, I also want to see the East China Sea, but when I think about it, what if I get there and can't even climb the lowest steps? It would be too embarrassing. So after thinking about it, I gave up the idea."
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "I thought you would stay in the mountains if you wanted to be conservative."
Yuan Sanzhou said with a smile: "Of course it's impossible. Being conservative is just guarding some things from the past, and it's not like trapping yourself in the mountains. In fact, there are many people in Lingnan wandering around the world every year, and then when the New Year is about to come, again Come back in a hurry."
Nan Dao said: "So that's it."
Yuan Sanzhou didn't know what he thought of, but he tilted his head and looked at the young boy Lu Xiaoer aside.
"Are you going home for the New Year?"
"Um?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at Yuan Sanzhou and didn't know what he meant.
Yuan Sanzhou smiled and said: "The junior brother before was the one who asked you how your practice was going. He wanted you to come to the First Peak to celebrate the New Year and asked about some of the details of your practice."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned and said, "Why does he ask this?"
Yuan Sanzhou couldn't help but smile and said, "When spring comes next year, I can go back to the village and brag about it with the villagers."
The little boy was suddenly speechless, and then said: "I went home to celebrate the New Year last year. I won't go back this year, but I won't come to the First Peak either. I want to celebrate the New Year with my master and the others in the Sword Sect."
"Okay then." Yuan Sanzhou said with some regret.
It can be seen that Yuan Sanzhou probably also has the idea of going back to the village at the foot of the mountain to brag with others.
The three of them left together.
...
There were two people standing quietly under the snowy eaves of the main sword pavilion above the Wenjian Valley on the first peak.
One is Shen Qingmai, the leader of the first peak, and the other is Sang Shanyue, the leader of the second peak.
Although Shen Qingmai didn't go to see Nan Dao, he wasn't very busy either.
Nan Dao listened to what Feng Xi said was very useful.
The wind and snow in Lingnan are still falling, and the wind and snow in Lingnan have stopped.
When they passed those sword flats from the South Island, Shen Qingmai and Sang Shanyue were already standing under the eaves of the sword pavilion and watching.
With such a young man, they naturally didn't want to interfere with anything.
Maybe it's like what the old sword cultivator and Mei Xiyu from the second peak said - talking about life and ideals are all nonsense, and it's obviously an extremely bastard's behavior to still mislead others when you are 70 or 80 years old.
Of course, this does not mean that the old man's story is meaningless.
To put it informally, it is called an old story, but to put it more formally, it is called history.
Every old swordsman is, of course, at the tail end of history.
Everyone will become a tail.
Maybe it's like what Le Chaotian said.
Give the young man courage, and give yourself perseverance.
Only then can the world continue to trial and error and get back on track, moving upward.
The two of them looked at each other quietly for a long time, and it was not until Nan Dao left the sword intention on the sword-asking stele that there was finally some sound under the silent eaves of the sword pavilion.
It was moss-like, as if there had been silence between the lips and teeth for a long time, and a moss-like, low voice that was accustomed to silence was born - probably he also wrote a sentence when he was young, such as "It wasn't until the moss on the lips was kissed that they realized that they were silent." How long did it take for such a vulgar poem to have such a name?
"Is that the sword intention of Mojianya?"
Sang Shanyue nodded and said softly: "It should be."
Shen Qingmai said slowly: "So when you walk around the world, you probably walk on the road of Mojian Cliff."
"The world has long been a Mojian Cliff." Sang Shanyue said with some emotion, "Lingnan should have been a Mojian Cliff a long time ago."
Mojianya brings the way of swordsmanship to people, just like Hangu Temple brings the way to the world.
There are countless places of practice in the world. Of course, Hangu Temple is one of them.
Therefore, the Jianzong said that it was probably Mojianya.
This is the shadow.
Also seeds.
Until everyone has gone very high and far and never seen the world again.
Maybe the whole world will go well and far, and we will never see the weak self who struggled in the wind and rain of the years.
"Going up." Shen Qingmo said softly, "It's good."
Hope is endless, and those who have hope are happy.
Sang Shanyue agreed very much, so she didn't say anything else about Shen Qingmai's words. She just looked at the three people in the snow and wind in the valley below.
"What's that disciple's name?"
"I didn't remember it before, but after April, I remembered that his name was Yuan Sanzhou."
"I came out of seclusion at the age of nineteen, and I am already doing very well in Lingnan. Will he be the leader of the first peak in the future?"
"No, the Peak Master of the First Peak will be handed over to his future junior brothers." Shen Qingmo said calmly, "He is suitable to be a mountain patroller."
Sang Shanyue said slowly: "Will Lingnan still have mountain patrols in the future?"
Shen Qingmai looked at the entire snowy Lingnan.
"Yes, until the stories of old Lingnan are completely forgotten."
