The wind and snow are rustling.
Le Chaotian was holding a heater in his hand and was carefully looking after the peach blossom in the snow downstairs. I am afraid that there will be too much snow on one of the peach blossom branches, causing the branches to be crushed.
Ever since the peach blossom sprouted many new branches, Le Chaotian began to have strong hopes that it would grow into a real peach tree.
Being given a day off by Cao Weiying, Lu Xiaosan had nothing to do and was warming up on the stove downstairs, holding his chin and looking at Le Chaotian.
"Uncle Master, you look around and you don't see any tricks on these peach blossoms. What are you looking at?"
Lu Xiaosan was very puzzled by Le Chaotian's behavior.
Le Chaotian hugged the stove top in the snow and walked around the peach blossom for a long time. Then he returned downstairs three times, patting the snow on his body and pinching the face of Lu Xiaosan who was sitting with his chin on his side. , said: "What does a little brat know?"
Lu Xiaosan was looked down upon and obviously unconvinced. He raised his hand and took away Le Chaotian's hand. He hummed and said, "Then I want to hear what you know about making music?"
The young uncle stopped shouting and returned to the most classic stage of making music.
Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan who was obviously resentful, thought for a moment, and said: "If you are a person who likes to cook, do you want to see the ingredients on the ground suddenly turn into dishes in the pot, or do you want to Be yourself a little bit..."
Lu Xiaosan interrupted Le Chaotian and said, "I don't like cooking, I like making trouble."
Le Chaotian said: "Okay, okay, then if you want to plug my gourd silk with mud, you want to plug it bit by bit with your own hands, and then hide there and wait for me to blow it and get it dirty." Covered in mud, or was it that my Hulusi was suddenly covered in mud, and then I blew myself all over in mud?"
Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "Then I will definitely block it myself."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Yes, so I have to take care of it myself. When it grows up, I can proudly tell the world that I planted it."
Lu Xiaosan suddenly realized it and said, "So that's it."
Le Chaotian still looked at Lu Xiaosan with a smile, took the cucurbit silk from his waist, and said, "So when did you cover my cucurbit silk with slush?"
Lu Xiaosan laughed awkwardly and said, "How did my uncle know when he was sleeping earlier?"
Le Chaotian sighed and said: "You also know that I make music. I touch this thing every day. You stuffed so much slush in it, how can I not touch it out?"
There was something in Le Chaotian's sigh that this child was quite smart, but a bit stupid.
Lu Xiaosan scratched his head and said sincerely: "Be careful next time. Next time I will use cotton wool mixed with powder."
Le Chaotian knocked Lu Xiaosan on the head with the gourd silk in his hand, "Next time, I will let your master play it directly."
But even if Lu Xiaoxiao was allowed to blow it, Lu Xiaosan would still be blocked if he should.
Le Chaotian cleaned up the mud in the gourd silk, walked upstairs, and said, "Are you still learning piano today?"
Lu Xiaosan will naturally not forget his original idea, playing the harp on a high cliff and bringing thousands of swords.
That's why I ran to the canyon despite the snow.
It's just that Le Chaotian had been tinkering with those peach blossoms before, so he was warming himself by the fire and waiting.
Hearing what Le Chaotian said at this time, he didn't even care about the stove that he had worked so hard to move. He followed Le Chaotian and walked upstairs, saying with great certainty: "Let's learn the piano. While playing the piano, I summoned Wan Jian. Just think about it. exciting."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Is there a possibility that it would be more exciting for you to stand on a high cliff and play the flute?"
When Lu Xiaosan thought about it, it seemed that it was indeed true.
"But Uncle Master, can I recite the name of the sword while playing the flute?"
Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment and said, "Probably not."
Lu Xiaosan sighed.
There was something in this sigh that even though this uncle was quite smart, he was a bit stupid.
The uncle, uncle and nephew stood in the building and stared at each other.
Then he pretended that nothing happened and walked towards the corridor outside the building.
The piano was placed on the corridor.
This snow has been falling for a long time and is still going on.
What I see before my eyes is that there is no Lingnan anymore, just wind and snow.
Le Chaotian hung the cucurbit silk beside the money bags above his head, and sat in front of the piano, seriously teaching the young boy how to play the piano.
Although Lu Xiaosan had been very confident in what he said before, he still kept his eyes on the wind and snow outside.
Looking at all those white things in a daze.
It wasn't until Le Chaotian coughed several times that Lu Xiaosan came back to his senses and turned his head, only to see Le Chaotian looking at him with a half-smile.
"What are you doing?"
Lu Xiaosan rolled his eyes and said, "I think the wind and snow are too strong, and I'm worried that Senior Uncle Nan and Senior Brother will not be able to find their way back."
Of course he was not thinking about this, but thinking that maybe a snowbird would suddenly pass through the wind and snow, and suddenly hit the corner of the eaves, and then he would happily run down to pick it up, and then Roasted and eaten.
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said: "So that's the case, but I'm curious, is it your senior uncle who makes you drool with worry, or your senior brother that makes you drool with worry?"
Lu Xiaosan hurriedly turned around, raised his hand and wiped it on his mouth very quickly, and said righteously: "Uncle, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?"
Le Chaotian just sneered.
Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said, "I will never be distracted. Uncle, please continue. You continue."
Le Chaotian didn't really mean to be serious with Lu Xiaosan, so he raised his hand to touch the strings again.
Just when his ten fingers began to touch the piano in front of him, Le Chaotian's expression changed, and his fingers suddenly pressed on the strings as if they were out of control.
The sound was shrill, and the whole building was in an uproar.
Lu Xiaosan hurriedly covered his ears and said aggrievedly: "Even if I was distracted just now, there is no need for you, uncle, to punish me like this..."
Lu Xiaosan was halfway through speaking, but he stopped in a daze.
Le Chaotian, who was sitting in front of the piano, looked extremely pale, and blood was dripping from the corners of his lips, dripping on the strings in front of him. Those white strings soon turned bright red.
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a long time, then looked at Le Chaotian who was bending over the piano and coughing, and said timidly: "What's wrong, uncle?"
Le Chaotian raised his hand to cover his lips, coughed for a long time, and then put his hand down. He looked pale but calmly sat in the wind and snow corridor, looked at the world and said softly: "It's nothing."
Naturally, Lu Xiaosan could see that Le Chaotian's current condition was very bad, so he stood up in a hurry and said, "I'll go find Master to show you."
Le Chaotian shook his head and reached out to hold the corner of the young boy's clothes.
"No, it's not a big deal. I'll be fine in a while."
Lu Xiaosan stopped, looked at Le Chaotian hesitantly for a long time, and then sat down suspiciously.
"Uncle Master, are you really okay?"
Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "It's really okay."
Although he said it was nothing, his pale face and shocking red lips were obviously hard to believe.
However, because of Le Chaotian's insistence, Lu Xiaosan did not leave and sat down next to Le Chaotian. After a while, he remembered something and stood up and said, "I'm going to bring up the stove from downstairs. "
Le Chaotian sat in front of the piano, coughing and nodded.
Lu Xiaosan hurriedly ran down and quickly ran up again.
But he wasn't the only one who came.
The Donghai woman who was sitting in front of the wooden house concentrating on her sword also walked up with a confused look on her face.
Although Lu Xiaosan and the others were not very familiar with Qingjiao, they also knew that this very cold Donghai Sword Cultivator was the person with the highest cultivation level in this mountain snow. Therefore, when Lu Xiaosan saw this situation, he still called her Come over.
When he saw Le Chaotian, who was sitting on the windy and snowy corridor looking quite miserable, he looked extremely solemn and said slowly: "What happened?"
Le Chaotian faced the wind and snow and said calmly: "Someone came down the cliff with a sword."
Qingjiao stood there in a daze.
Donghai Sword Cultivator naturally understands better than others the meaning of carrying a sword down a cliff.
Lu Xiaosan scratched his head and said with a confused expression: "What's going down the cliff?"
Le Chaotian chuckled softly, raised his hand and pressed it on the bloody piano again.
"Nothing, let's continue."
...
Somewhere in the north, by the Dongyu River.
The unknown old Taoist from Songxueguan stood on the bow of the boat wiping the blood from his lips. He quietly looked at Chen Huaifeng who was also coughing up blood on the river bank. He was silent for a long time and said softly: "You are very lucky."
Chen Huaifeng turned his head to look in the direction of the East China Sea, looking at the twilight snow-covered mountains that were stretched away with fine black spots in the rain. Then he turned back and picked up his sword from the side. , said calmly: "Yes, but maybe you are lucky."
The old Taoist priest from Songxue Guan just calmly sat down on the bow of the boat, picked up the coir raincoat on the boat, and did not argue with Chen Huaifeng about a story that could not lead to a fight. He said slowly: "There are many big and small rivers in the world, and we will meet again."
Chen Huaifeng quietly watched the boat sail away without saying anything.
Then he turned around and continued to look quietly at the distance beyond the rain and snow in the world.
What time is it today?
Chen Huaifeng held his sword and thought there for a long time. After a long cough, the surging waves in the divine sea finally subsided.
Chen Huaifeng then also remembered what day it was.
It is December 15th, one thousand and three years in the calendar of Dafeng.
Chen Huaifeng remembered this day, turned around and continued heading north.
...
When did that sword break?
I heard it’s March 15th this year?
Yes, it was All Souls' Day. Mojian Ya, who had never participated in the baptism of All Souls' Day, on that night, after Bai Yuyao of Qingtian Road baptized Nanyi City with one finger from the north, a sword called Qiu Shui's sword was broken there, and he tempered the swords for the sword cultivators.
The black-robed swordsman from the Human Sword Sect hundreds of years ago was sitting quietly on a snowy mountain somewhere, with the black, but also blood-colored sword across his knees.
The black is the sword body, and the blood is the damage caused by the waves of the Dao Sea that surged instantly when someone went down the cliff with the sword.
The sword of the man on the cliff was naturally broken.
So which sword is she carrying?
The image of a sword appeared in the mind of the black-robed sword cultivator. Naturally, few people in the world had seen that sword, so what the black-robed sword cultivator imagined might not necessarily be what that sword looked like.
But it was just like this, when he started thinking about the sword on the cliff, it was just a thought.
There were some fine cracks on the black sword lying across his knees.
Those cracks spread upward along the hands pressing on the sword blade.
The sword wind that filled the mountain seemed to want to blow up the black robe, revealing a face that had not been seen in the world for hundreds of years.
The black-robed swordsman let go of his hand and stopped thinking.
Only then did the sword intent, sword wind, and the cracks spreading on the sword body stop.
The black-robed swordsman quietly looked at the wind and snow in the world.
This wind and snow blew from south to north, from east to west, but it never had any direction.
But the light is coming.
Under the cracks in the sword caused by that thought, there was a faint cold light.
Yes, the dawn is coming.
The black-robed swordsman looked towards the East China Sea, and then looked further beyond the East China Sea.
Perhaps he was worried that his gaze would be too hot and attract some attention, but with just a quick glance, the black-robed swordsman withdrew his gaze.
After sitting quietly for a while, the black-robed swordsman raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, stood up, and walked towards the snow-capped mountains not far away.
There is a grave there.
A grave that has been dug for some time.
It was mostly filled with snow.
The black-robed swordsman stood in front of the grave, looked at it quietly for a long time, and then inserted the sword in his hand in front of the grave. The snow on the grave was blown out by the sword wind, turning into the third snowstorm in the world, sweeping across Looking at this snowy mountain.
The black-robed swordsman lay down quietly.
"Be quiet, she is here."
The black-robed swordsman said to himself, then put his hands on his chest and closed his eyes peacefully.
The wind and snow quickly covered this grave.
Of course you can't hide, but you have to be sincere.
Only in this way can we ensure that the woman who has been standing on the cliff for a thousand years will not have other thoughts after entering the human world.
...
There are many more graves in the world.
But there is none outside the customs.
In front of the Taoist temple by the river outside the pass, the young Taoist still stood quietly in front of the white plum blossoms, looking at the plum blossoms.
He didn't cough up blood, and there was no surge of divine waves.
Everything is there as usual.
But he can naturally feel the throbs of the human world.
So sometimes he looks at the plum blossoms, and sometimes he looks at the human world.
When looking at the plum blossoms, he was very close to the human world, so close that he could hear the sound of many swords.
When he looked at the human world, he was far away from it, and all the wind and noise were blocked within the barrier that represented the human world.
The Taoist looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the white plum trees trembling in the wind.
Then some blood began to ooze from the corners of his lips.
Looking at the human world, it naturally represents people outside the human world.
Looking at the white plum blossoms, you are a human being.
When the man with the sword went down the cliff, no one was spared. Boundless wind and waves began to surge in the divine sea.
Maybe I really want the world to be quieter.
The Taoist thought this way, so he calmed down and sat down in the snow in the stream, no longer looking at the human world or the plum blossoms.
...
At that moment in the human world, all the cultivators of the Great Dao fell silent.
But Wang Xiaoer didn't.
Wang Xiaoer once opened a wine shop, but he forgot that he had opened a wine shop. Instead, he opened a noodle shop to a well-known reputation.
There is no snow or rain in the East China Sea, just a quiet evening. The sea breeze blows in the town, clouds hang on the sky, and the mountains in the distance are brilliant.
Wang Xiaoer had a rare moment of leisure, sitting at the door wearing a thick brown winter coat, like a big fat bear, with his legs crossed and eating melon seeds.
Then he saw a person walking on the streets of the small town. In the twilight, a waterfall of white hair was flowing. The twilight stretched to the moist and clean streets. His clothes were flying like clouds in the sea breeze of the town, and he stepped on them. A woman with a pair of snow-like white shoes.
So damn good looking.
Wang Xiaoer thought so.
I thought it was someone’s little daughter-in-law.
But looking at the simple-shaped long sword in the woman's hand, Wang Xiaoer took back this idea and changed it to which sword fairy's daughter-in-law was this?
Of course, the human world has not seen autumn water for more than a thousand years.
So when the woman who seemed to be hiding the tail of the Styx calmly in her eyes walked to the noodle shop, Wang Xiaoer was still thinking wildly.
The woman's voice that came out of the clean and warm dusk was very calm and pleasant.
"I heard the noodles you cooked are delicious."
Qiu Shui looked at Wang Xiaoer, who was eating melon seeds with his legs crossed, and said, "Bring me a bowl."
Wang Xiaoer looked at the woman with white hair as white as snow in front of him. He was stunned for a long time before he realized what he was saying, "Okay, okay."
Then he turned around and ran into the wine shop, spilled the handful of melon seeds on the table, and ran into the kitchen.
Wang Xiaoer was in a daze and had random thoughts, but naturally he didn't have any unreasonable thoughts about a fairy descending from the sky, so he was cooking noodles in the kitchen honestly.
But while waiting for the water to boil, he opened the kitchen curtain and peeked into the wine shop secretly.
Then he froze there.
The woman with white hair and orange clothes who didn't know where she came from put her sword on the table and sat quietly by the window of the wine shop, looking at the dusk outside the window while nibbling on the handful of melon seeds she had just thrown away.
Wang Xiaoer's fairy image was instantly shattered.
How can any swordsman like to eat melon seeds?
The Sword Immortal may not like eating melon seeds, but he definitely likes to lie in a sea of flowers and snore longly to sleep.
Wang Xiaoer put down the curtain very melancholy and concentrated on eating the bowl of noodles.
For some reason, he prepared this bowl of noodles very carefully. When adding the seasoning, he squinted his eyes and checked the quantity carefully.
So this bowl of noodles took a little longer than usual.
When Wang Xiaoer went out with the bowl of noodles, the woman had finished eating the melon seeds and was looking at the world quietly.
Wang Xiaoer didn't ask any questions, carefully placed the steaming noodles on the table, and then reminded the woman.
"Your noodles are ready, but a little hot. Please eat slowly."
The woman turned back, nodded, then picked up the chopsticks on the side, tapped them on the table, and then picked up the noodles and started eating.
When Wang Xiaoer saw this, he nodded with confidence. There is no such thing as a sword fairy eating noodles. He should just look better.
Wang Xiaoer planned to eat melon seeds outside the door again.
But I heard the woman suddenly say: "How long have you been sitting here looking at the human world?"
Wang Xiaoer turned around and saw that the woman was picking up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, but she didn't put it into her mouth. She just turned her head and looked at the twilight waves in the sea breeze.
Wang Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "I've been watching it for many years and I'm tired of it."
Qiu Shui looked at the human world quietly and said softly: "But I haven't seen it like this for many years."
Wang Xiaoer stood there in a daze.
My brain, which had been a little sluggish due to melon seeds and warm wine in the winter, finally came to its senses.
However, nothing could be said.
He just stood there with his mouth wide open.
