Traveling around the world in the form of sword light is certainly the fastest way to travel in the world, but after all, Daofeng is more suitable for traveling far in the world.
What's more, Chen Huaifeng was injured, so he naturally fell behind Mei Xiyu.
So when Mei Xiyu had already accepted some story arrangements in the mountain snow of Qingtian Road.
This disciple of the Sword Sect who brought trouble to Mei Xiyu is still walking around in the world.
It's like someone went out and got wet, but it wasn't until he came back and started cooking wine and sitting under the eaves that the rain that soaked him belatedly fell on the world.
Perhaps this is the tendency of those who practice Taoism to adapt.
If I should be exposed to the rain.
Of course there is no need to hold an umbrella.
In front of Chen Huaifeng, there was indeed a person caught in the rain.
That was a man holding a boat in an unknown river in the north of the world.
When Chen Huaifeng walked through a certain mountain and came here in the drizzle and dusk, this strange Taoist sitting at the head of a boat on the river appeared.
The snow on the human mountain has not yet melted, so when the rain fell on my body, it was filled with a bone-chilling chill.
Chen Huaifeng glanced at him with his sword behind his back, and then continued walking quietly. The Taoist did not speak, but sat quietly on the bow of the boat. The boat slowly followed Chen Huaifeng as he moved forward.
With snow and drizzle on the mountain, this scene looks quite weird.
After a long time, Chen Huaifeng stopped, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiaozhou beside him, and said, "Senior, it doesn't look like he is from Qingtian Dao."
If Qingtian Dao only refers to those Taoist temples in that mountain.
Then everyone can see that this Taoist has no connection with Qingtian Tao.
But what Chen Huaifeng was referring to was naturally not just the mountain.
Qingtian Taoist Temple is small, just some Taoist temples like dwarf bamboos in the mountains.
To put it bluntly, it is like many Taoist temples like dwarf bamboos in the north.
In a place that has been passed down for many years, there are always some disciples who have run away to create a new place of practice in the world. For example, the branches and leaves spread out.
That's why it's called Qingtian Dao, not Qingtian Temple.
The Taoist who looked a little older said calmly: "Yes."
Chen Huaifeng stood in the rain holding his sword and looked at the man quietly for a long time.
Although the Taoist priest at the head of the boat did not hold an umbrella, he was wearing a raincoat and was sitting on the head of the boat like a fisherman, fishing for the mountain rain.
The Taoist robe under the raincoat was plain, but there was nothing that could indicate his origin.
"Today's cultivation world should not pay attention to that kind of impulsive loyalty and mutual help. Even the Sword Sect does not, let alone the Tao Sect. Since the senior is not a member of the Qingtian Tao, what are you doing here?"
Taoist Zhoutou raised his eyes and looked at Chen Huaifeng, and said calmly: "As practitioners like us, we walk around in the world and have no fixed place. It is naturally difficult for the world to know what we want to do."
Chen Huaifeng said nothing.
Taoist Master Zhoutou stood up, and the raincoat draped over his shoulders slid down, completely revealing the Taoist robe. There were some white lines on the shoulders, like flowing clouds, but more like snow.
"But in the final analysis, the world is within the range of Yi - naturally he will not discuss rebellion with you. Therefore, the world can actually guess what people like us want to do."
As the Taoist's words fell, in the drizzle, the sword that had been quietly staying in Chen Huaifeng's arms suddenly unsheathed and flew away, carrying Haoran's sword intent, and suddenly fell into the river. .
Facing the sudden sword, the Taoist raised his hand in front of his chest. There seemed to be a wave rising in the divine sea. At the same time, the Taoist rhyme circulated around him, turning into a Taoist barrier, blocking the sword. .
The snow on the mountain was swaying in drizzle. The old Taoist priest was wearing a Taoist robe that was flying in the wind and rain. He saluted Chen Huaifeng, looked at the sword that was blocked by Daowen, and then raised his hand. The sword that once overwhelmed Mei Xiyu However, all the sword intent was rolled back, and the senior brother's sword was also thrust back into Chen Huaifeng's side.
The old Taoist said slowly.
"Songxue Temple, unknown Taoist, please."
...
Nan Dao also met an old man.
It was when I and Lu Xiaoer walked to the second peak of Xiaojiu Peak Sword Sect.
The sword-asking stele on the second peak is not in the valley in the mountain, but on the side of a thatched cottage on the mountainside.
This old man is not ninety-two years old, so he is naturally not the old swordsman who once sat in that snow valley and watched Chen Huaifeng and Mei Xiyu fight.
Lu Xiaoer originally thought that the old man sitting in front of the Snow Cottage Monument was a retired mountain ranger, but the young disciple who brought them here denied this theory.
"He is not a mountain patroller. I heard from my uncles. He is just an ordinary disciple in the mountains. He wanders around the world all year round. Sometimes he goes to see the temples in the north, and sometimes he goes to climb that high cliff."
The young disciple said with a smile.
"Maybe he got old and still accomplished nothing, so he returned to Lingnan, built a thatched cottage here, and guarded this monument every day, saying it was his sword."
"Sword?" Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and looked at the stone tablet in front of the old man.
This stone tablet is almost the same as the stone tablet on the first peak, except that it does not stand on the top of the valley. It is buffeted by high mountain wind and snow all year round. It looks more upright, but the writing on it has been worn away. .
The young disciple said: "Yes, he said this was his sword, so he stayed here all day long, using his own sword spirit and sword wind to polish this stone tablet. The uncles in the mountains would come over sometimes when they were bored. , drank two glasses of village wine with him, and then chatted for a few words, but most of the time, they ignored him. People in the mountains usually call him the old crazy uncle."
Nan Dao looked at the sword intent surrounding the old man in the snow-stormed stone tablet in the distance.
It is indeed the uncle.
These are some of the few sword cultivators in the middle realm of the small path in Lingnan.
Although Nan Dao couldn't tell the realm of the old sword cultivator, he was able to identify the levels of sword intent because he had seen the world in Nanyi City.
Ordinary practitioners often only practice at a higher level than the realm of sword intention.
Because if there is not enough vitality in the divine sea, it will be difficult for the sword intent to be cultivated to a higher level.
There are those rare ones whose sword intent is higher than their cultivation realm. Most of them have refined their own sword intent through the sword intent of their predecessors.
For example, Zhang Xiaoyu once sat by a bridge over a pond and refined his sword intention with the help of the sword intention left behind by the third generation master of the Human Sword Sect.
The young disciple probably secretly said that the old man was an old lunatic, so when he walked nearby, he laughed twice and left on his own.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer looked at each other, then walked through the windy and snowy path towards that place.
The location of the Wenjian Monument is not as spacious as the Wenjian Valley on the first peak, but it does look somewhat orderly. Lu Xiaoer used the sword in his arms to peel away the snow under his feet and looked under the snow. Some dead weeds emerged from the cracks in the rocks.
This should be the location of an ancient sword flat.
When the two of them were about to approach there, a sword suddenly came through the wind and snow in the thatched cottage beside the monument.
Lu Xiaoer's sword was in his hand, and he immediately took a step forward, unsheathed the sword, and faced the sword. However, no matter how much Lu Xiaoer was praised by the disciples of the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect, he was just seeing the point. The cultivation level of the environment.
Facing a sword from the Xiaodao realm, he was naturally powerless to fight back. The Xiwu Sword in his hand was instantly swung away and fell to the side in the snow.
The sword's power remained unabated and headed straight for the South Island.
Nan Dao frowned, but without drawing his sword, he lowered the umbrella in his hand.
Umbrellas and swords intersect, the sound is sonorous.
The sword intent flowed across the river, swinging into the wind and snow.
The sword turned back and landed in front of the Wenjian Monument.
Nan Dao straightened the umbrella in his hand again, then looked at the back of the old swordsman beside the stone monument not far away, and said slowly: "Senior, what do you mean?"
The old sword cultivator's voice came slowly from in front of the monument.
"Let's see if you have any ill intentions."
"Have it?"
"No."
Just as Nan Dao was about to move forward, the old man dressed in wind and snow in front of the monument raised his hand to support the sword and slowly stood up.
When Nan Dao saw this scene, he was stunned.
The old swordsman only had one leg, and the other trouser leg was empty, floating in the wind and snow.
Lu Xiaoer, who was picking up the sword and planning to fight to the death with the old swordsman who used the sword indiscriminately, was also stunned.
The old swordsman held his sword, limped towards the thatched cottage, and then sat down in front of the cottage.
And where he sat before, there were no traces of wind and snow, and the sight of a patch of autumn grass should have been the decaying autumn grass many years ago - the young disciple who brought the two of them here never said that the old man only had one. Leg thing.
A person's physical imperfections are often emphasized in the impression of the world.
Lu Xiaoer sheathed his sword, gave up his previous thoughts, and walked towards the thatched cottage with Nan Dao.
"Senior should have been sitting here for many years."
Nan Dao walked to the hut covered with Lingnan wind and snow, held an umbrella, looked at the old sword cultivator sitting in the snow beside the hut, holding a sword, and said slowly.
This old Lingnan swordsman looked at Nandao quietly with a calmness that was not characteristic of Lingnan, and then said slowly: "Yes, it has been many years, maybe it was the 970th year of Dafengli." ”
Nan Dao was a little surprised that the old sword cultivator had been sitting here for so many years - it seems that the story that the young disciple heard later that he came back after he was old and accomplished nothing was obviously not accurate.
Nan Dao looked at the old sword cultivator in front of the hut for a long time, then turned to look at the stone tablet that was polished extremely smooth by the sword's will, and said softly: "So, since senior is sitting in front of the tablet, why did you build such a thatched hut? "
A thatched cottage that I have never lived in is obviously a bit weird.
Old Jianxiu sat quietly under the hut, looked at the stone tablet and said, "Because I am looking for me, and the thatched hut is my image in the world."
Nan Dao turned to look at the old sword cultivator.
The old sword cultivator who had been sitting in front of the monument for many years said very calmly: "I am looking for me, so naturally I can't look for it out of thin air. The world of life is not like duckweed. There is always some place to stay. The world only sees people. I can't be sure whether he is still in the human world. Only when I see the thatched cottage will I know that he is in the human world. The so-called hometown is hard to leave, so I need something to keep myself in the human world. Only then can I know what I need. What kind of person can I settle down in this world?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "How to find it?"
“Grind a mirror that reflects yourself.”
Nan Dao looked back at the extremely smooth stone tablet.
Yes.
The young Second Peak disciple heard the wrong rumor again.
Maybe he didn't hear it wrong, it's just that this old swordsman sitting here has never said these things to others.
"There is water in the mountains, and there is a sword in your hand." Nan Dao said softly: "Why did it take decades to polish such a mirror?"
"The sword is moving, the water is moving, and the stone is the most silent and quiet thing in the world." Old Jianxiu sat in front of the hut and said slowly: "It carries thousands of years of human history, and it is more of a passerby than a passerby. , more distant than distant. My heart is not calm, so I have to restrain myself with quiet things."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "So why are seniors looking for 'me'?"
The old swordsman looked at Nan Dao and said calmly: "Do you know why I drew my sword at you in the first place?"
"Senior wants to see that I don't have any ill intentions."
"Yes." The old sword cultivator said softly: "How can the world have no malice? How can the world have no greed? When people see a big, round watermelon on the roadside, they will make a move to take it for themselves. Thoughts, even if nothing is put into action, but who can say that one has a clear conscience?"
Nan Dao stood there blankly.
"So I will tell you a lot of things." Old Jianxiu glanced at the young boy Lu Xiaoer who had been listening blankly, then looked at Nan Dao quietly and said, "We are the same kind of people."
Nan Dao naturally knew what kind of person he was talking about.
From the very beginning when the old sword cultivator said he was looking for me, Nan Dao already had a guess in his mind.
Twelfth floor.
"Senior, do you have any evil intentions?"
The old swordsman didn't answer the question, he just touched his trousers with the sword in his hand and said slowly: "This is my restraint."
That leg was cut off by the old swordsman himself.
"I failed." The old sword cultivator looked at the snowstorm and said calmly, "But I also understood something."
Nan Dao looked at the old swordsman and said, "What is it?"
"The realm of the trail is the realm of climbing the stairs." The old swordsman said calmly.
Nan Dao seemed to understand something.
Yes, the realm of the trail is the realm of climbing the stairs.
However, there are only nine realms in the world.
I want to compete with God.
You need to climb to a higher building.
The so-called path to immortality on the twelfth floor is naturally another path based on the path of cultivation in the human world.
The old sword cultivator does not have the talent to climb to the ninth floor, so naturally there is no need to ascend to a higher realm.
Nan Dao thought about what the young disciple said before—climbing that high cliff in the world.
"How did senior fail?"
Nan Dao looked at the old sword cultivator and said.
The old swordsman looked at the wind and snow in the world quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "I climbed the cliff and borrowed the sword's will to forcibly cut off some things. Then those hidden and blocked evil thoughts flowed back."
Although the young boy Lu Xiaoer could not understand the exchange between the two, he could still hear the frightening meaning in it. After a long silence, he softly said: "So the senior is really crazy. ?”
The old swordsman said calmly: "Of course he is a madman."
How could a swordsman who was so calm and restrained himself in front of an unpolished mirror be a madman?
Lu Xiaoer didn't understand.
The old sword cultivator looked at the two of them and said calmly: "At least in the first period - in the first ten years, I killed some fellow cultivators."
Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.
Lingnan has never known these things.
"Why?"
"Why?" Old Jianxiu chuckled and said, "Just like you coveting other people's watermelons on the roadside, the world just thinks about it, but I am the one who steals it and eats it. When you and others Standing on the edge of a high cliff, have you ever thought about pushing him down? At that moment of thought, it is difficult for the world to resist, but it will also be bound by all moral ethics in the world and will not do such a thing. But we won’t. We long to be real people, and real people are naturally neither me nor you, and are human beings who have abandoned all definitions. We will experience a period without any moral restraints in repeated forgetfulness.”
Lu Xiaoer stood in the snow in a daze.
"So you are from the twelfth floor."
It is rare to see people from the twelfth floor in the human world.
Unless he has become a madman.
The old sword cultivator in front of the Second Peak Sword Monument is such a person.
Nan Dao raised his hand and touched the young boy's head, and then said softly: "So senior has restrained himself?"
The old swordsman said calmly: "Go to the extreme of emptiness, keep quiet, and watch everything work together. I don't know whether I have really restrained myself, but my sword has not left the thatched cottage for a long time. "
Nan Dao listened quietly to what the old sword cultivator said.
The peach blossoms in the divine sea suddenly opened their eyes and looked up at the ancient scroll on the sky of the divine sea.
When the old sword cultivator recited those Taoist texts, the Taoist scroll slowly turned to a certain page in the wind of nothingness.
——
To the extreme of emptiness, keep quiet and sincere, all things are working together, I will observe them again. Husband, everything is in a cloud, and each one returns to its roots. In the final analysis, it is called tranquility, which means restoring life. Returning to life is called Chang, knowing Chang is called Ming. Not knowing what is normal, acting recklessly, and being evil. Know that Chang Rong, Rong is the public, the public is the king, the king is heaven, heaven is the way, and the way is long. Not in danger.
——
Nan Dao looked deeply at this old swordsman who used severed limbs to restrain his body and stones to restrain his mind. After a long time, he said softly: "Senior may not be able to become an immortal, but he may not be unable to achieve enlightenment."
When the old swordsman heard this, he finally laughed. He patted his sword and his empty trousers in the wind and snow. He couldn't help but chuckle. He kept laughing for a long time before looking up to the world outside the wind and snow.
"Whether you become an immortal or gain enlightenment, in the end you are not as good as a common man who walks freely among the fields and looks at his newly planted seedlings with a smile."
Lu Xiaoer said softly: "People walking among the fields sometimes look at the seedlings they planted with a smile, but many times they are worried about the rain."
Old Jianxiu said with a smile: "Worrying about the rain, isn't it freer and more peaceful than worrying about such an unknown thing?"
Lu Xiaoer fell silent.
Nan Dao stood in the snow holding an umbrella and said softly: "I don't know. But I will go and take a look."
The old swordsman looked at Nan Dao quietly without saying anything. He leaned on his sword and limped back to the Sword-Question Monument that had been polished extremely smooth and nothing was left. He sat down quietly. Come down.
It means the conversation is over.
Nan Dao didn't say anything else.
A stone tablet that had been polished away by an old sword was naturally nothing to look at.
Holding an umbrella, he turned around and headed back in the direction he came from.
After walking for a long time, the young boy beside him said softly: "Uncle is also from the twelfth floor?"
"Yes."
Nan Dao did not hesitate or hesitate. He spoke very calmly and with certainty.
It’s like I’ve already eaten today.
The little boy didn't say anything, just fell silent.
After a long time, the little boy's voice came from the mountain snow.
"I won't tell anyone."
"Um."
