The young man held a black umbrella and stood by the Spring Lake where peach blossoms were blooming. He raised his head and stared blankly at the thousands of sword lights hovering in the world.
What boy wouldn’t love such a scene?
No wonder Lu Xiaosan was so exhausted from memorizing the names of swords every day, yet he still persisted in coming here to memorize them for so long.
Nan Dao thought so too, so after a brief moment of confusion, he laughed softly.
Cao Weiying looked at him with her head tilted and said, "Why are you laughing?"
Nan Dao returned the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand to its sheath, and raised his hand to lightly touch the Cold Light Sword in front of him. When the young man's fingertips touched the sword named Qin Xin, the sword could not help but make a soft sound. Then, countless sword intentions circulated, and then turned into sword light and shot into the cloud cliff in the distance, and then fell back in front of Nan Dao amidst the lingering sword sounds.
"I wonder if that silly boy Lu Xiaosan would faint from excitement if he saw this scene."
Cao Weiying held the gourd and took a sip of wine. She thought about it seriously and said, "Probably."
Nan Dao chuckled and held the returned Qin Xin sword. He looked at Cao Weiying aside and said, "What are the other handles of this sword?"
Cao Weiying looked at the sword in Nan Dao's hand, thought for a moment, and said with a soft smile: "I have taken the Huandan Wushiqing early, and the Qinxin Sandiao Dao has just been completed."
Nan Dao thought for a long time, then looked at Cao Weiying and said, "So how did you separate them into sentences?"
Cao Weiying smiled and summoned a sword with only one word on it.
morning.
Cao Weiying carved the word "morning" on the sword for Mr. Ying, but it was probably not to remind him to hurry up.
Cao Weiying showed Nan Dao the sword in her hand and said, "Look, it's carved like this."
Nature is unrestrained and you can carve it how you want.
You can engrave one word, you can engrave one sentence, or you can even engrave each word separately.
For example, the word "sorrow" can be engraved with two swords, one is called autumn and the other is called heart.
But this is probably an issue that needs attention.
That's why Nandao asked this question, otherwise I would always think that some sword names would be weird.
The young man looked down at the Qin Xin Sword in his hand. Probably because of the sword in his hand, the long sword that had just come out of the sword lake also started to have a lot of fine snow on it. The young man's hand moved slightly, those The fine snow fell to the feet, turning into a slight snowstorm in the peach blossoms.
"Do I really want to hold so many swords at the same time?"
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying aside, and then his eyes fell on the wine gourd in his hand.
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "Of course you can, but there are not so many peach blossom brews for you to drink in the town."
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "It's okay not to drink peach blossom wine."
Cao Weiying raised her eyebrows, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Do you have a good drinking capacity?"
Nan Dao said softly: "It should be okay."
Cao Weiying chuckled and handed over the wine gourd in his hand.
"please."
...
Countless grasses in the world are fireflies.
Cao Weiying was just a name that the young man picked up casually.
Then the South Island can naturally turn grass into fireflies.
Therefore, Tianshang Town can also have countless young men lying drunkenly in the sea of flowers holding snow-snow swords.
Nan Dao was still sitting under the peach tree, holding Cao Weiying's wine gourd and drinking wine.
Probably just like what Cao Weiying said who went to the human world, this gourd is the magic weapon of Hu Fu's fairy family. So when you want to drink it all, you can drink it all, and when you don’t want to drink it all, you can drink it to the end of life and death.
The wine in Hululi is no longer peach blossom wine.
Nan Dao drank a lot of wine inside.
There are wines from Tianshang Town, which are poorly made and smell of roasted wine, there are wines from the south where the drizzle is falling, there are wines where the wind and sand are strong in the north, and there is also some kind of bitter wine that has the meaning of time.
Some are wine and some are water.
For example, the water of the East China Sea, the water of the River Styx, the rain in the sky, and the spring water on earth.
After Nan Dao drank, he could no longer tell what was wine and what was water.
So I don’t know which one is me.
It was Nan Dao who was drinking.
Still drunk and confused, I grabbed a sword and ran to Nandao, where I was sleeping in the sea of flowers.
Maybe it’s the East Island, maybe it’s the West Island, maybe it’s even the North Island where I might write poetry.
So the young man held an umbrella and drank until the world was glorious and the lake was clear.
After drinking, countless wind and snow fell on this spring town, forming a spring snow.
The town is in the snow, the peach blossoms are in the snow, the sword lake is in the snow, and the clouds and mountains are also in the snow.
And snow is in spring.
Spring is also in the peach blossoms.
The peach blossoms fell and the grass turned into fireflies with a smile.
Cao Weiying looked at the drunken boy with a smile.
Perhaps suffering comes to the world just to turn it into romance.
Romantic world, world in wine.
The young man held the gourd, raised his sword, stepped on the snowflakes flying in the spring, and staggered towards the Sword Lake. It was not until he stood on the cloud cliff of the Sword Lake with an umbrella and a sword that the young man stopped, raised his head and shouted He drank the wine in the gourd, then turned around, hung the wine gourd on his waist, faced the lake of sword light and wind and snow with drunken eyes, and said softly: "Please."
Cao Weiying was still just sitting by the lake with a smile.
But above those spring lakes filled with sword light, wind and snow, a figure of a man in white slowly appeared.
Naturally, Nan Dao's sword was not to invite the young man in Qingshang sitting by the lake, nor was it his own heart in the sea of gods.
But all the frustrating stuff.
It's just that such a thing naturally can't draw a sword.
So probably only you know yourself best.
When Taohua said the word "please" in Nandao, she appeared on the sword lake, looked up at the windy and snowy sky, and then raised her hand to hold another sword.
Three stacks.
The three-layered path in the heart of the piano has just been completed.
In order to relieve all the things that cannot be relieved.
In the wind and snow, a young man came with a sword.
Peach Blossom greeted him with a sword in hand.
When the two swords intersect, there is a sonorous sword sound, a brilliant sword light, a mighty sword intention, and a calm wind and snow.
There are three stacks in the heart of the piano, which can be separated by one touch.
Peach Blossom dragged the sword away, and the blade of the sword drew flat on the lake. Waves of ripples were dragged in the lake of falling snow and falling flowers, and then the sword came forward with a pick of snow.
The young man holding the umbrella seemed to have found many things in his drunkenness. He held the umbrella tightly in one hand, and held the sword of cold light in the other hand to welcome it. In the cross-flow of sword intent, he swung the sword away, and then like the wind. Like a flying flower, the sword drew a snow-white mark on the lake surface and slashed towards the peach blossom.
Taohua calmly raised her sword and tilted it, leaving only one toe on the big lake. When the edge of the sword passed in front of her, she quickly returned to her straight body. The sword was fixed on the big lake, and thousands of sword intentions circulated and swung away. Thousands of ripples appeared on the windy and snowy Sword Lake, but countless sword lights and sparse shadows fell sideways in an instant.
What a white dog.
The young man calmly let go of the sword in his hand, held the wine gourd, and drank a mouthful of bitter wine of unknown age into his throat. Then another young man appeared in front of him, raised his hand to hold the sword, and walked away through the light of the sword and the wind and snow.
This sword determines victory or defeat.
The young man held the sword and stopped in front of the empty peach blossom in his hand.
Thousands of sword lights fell on the black umbrella and dispersed.
But the young man drinking behind him quietly dispersed. The wine gourd fell into the lake, floating up and down, and headed towards the lake shore. Then it was picked up by another young man in Qingshang and drank with a smile.
Two figures stood quietly on the sword lake.
Then the peach blossoms dispersed, leaving only the drunken boy looking at the spring wind and snow soberly.
...
"So you win." Cao Weiying looked at the young man holding a gourd and drinking wine in front of him with a smile.
Nan Dao sat drunkenly under the peach tree and said with a soft smile: "Yes, and then the peach blossoms dispersed, leaving only the drunken boy watching the spring wind and snow soberly."
The sword light above the sword lake comes from the narrative of this drunken boy.
This is the sword in the heart that can travel eighty thousand miles around the world or stop on the lake with the sword wind sweeping across it.
"So why don't you chop it off?" Cao Weiying said with a smile, "Cut off the inner self, climb the tall building in the world, and leave in the state of selflessness."
Nan Dao sat under the umbrella, took a sip of wine, and looked towards the large lake beside him. The wind and snow on the lake were quiet, the sword light was hovering, and nothing happened, as if a youthful kendo battle really took place there. .
"I can't cut it down." Nan Dao said softly.
There's no reason, I just can't cut it down.
The sword in the heart is hovering in front of Taohua, which means that it is still not the time to strike out with the sword.
Cao Weiying just smiled.
Then he looked at the blizzards that were flying all over the sky.
"I should have let you go over the mountain and drink again."
Nan Dao leaned against the peach tree and said, "Why?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Spring snow certainly has a cold and lively beauty, but it is very cold after all. I am afraid of heat, but I don't like cold that much. Snow is naturally beautiful, but it is just like a certain kid among you. Usually, people want to see peach blossoms but don’t want them to bear fruit, so a peach tree that blooms forever appears.”
Some kid in the world is probably Cong Zhongxiao, the old guy who regards the "Peach Blossom Aesthetics" written by himself as his guide.
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "So how did you solve it?"
Cao Weiying said softly: "The wind has blown away the clouds and mist. You are sitting in the warm sunshine of the peach blossoms in spring, looking over the cold cliffs and looking into the distance. The winding paths are winding quietly in the world, and there is an alienated world. On top of the gray mountains, there is a hint of snow."
Nan Dao squinted his eyes and imagined that scene, and then said slowly: "You missed a mouthful of the peaceful spring lake."
Cao Weiying laughed and stood up, standing by the lake and looking towards the Yunwu Mountain Cliff, and said, "Yes."
Nan Dao sat under the tree and drank wine, and then handed the wine gourd in his hand to Cao Weiying.
"The wine is finished."
Naturally, the wine was not finished. Cao Weiying took it, shook the gourd, raised his head and took a sip, and said slowly: "Is the sword intention in the sea of gods gone?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "No, I kept some."
Cao Weiying raised an eyebrow and said, "Is it intentional or accidental?"
It was probably intentional and careless.
So Nan Dao said: "In the corner of Shenhai, I left a piece of wind and snow. Taohua will build a thatched cottage and live in it, so he doesn't have to sit under a tree all day long like a homeless person with nowhere to stay. People are the same.”
The young man under the umbrella said, and pulled out his Peach Blossom Sword from behind. The sword intention was flowing on the sword body. The young man said softly: "Besides, such wind and snow can indeed temper the sword intention."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "It's indeed very good."
The two of them were standing by the lake, and the spring snow in the town was slowly calming down.
"What to do about this snow?"
Nan Dao looked at the snow falling in the sky, and then looked back into the sea of flowers - the young men sleeping with their swords in their arms had disappeared, and there were only many drunken swords lying quietly among the flowers and snow.
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, let the snow stay for a while. I haven't seen such a snow in many years."
"Don't you mean you're afraid of the cold?"
"I can get over it."
The two teenagers looked at each other and smiled.
"Where are the people in the town?" Nan Dao looked back at the town. The old dog had gone somewhere. It was probably the first time he saw Xue in Cao Weiying's spring town, and he barked hastily for a while. , and then slipped away to the stove of a certain wine shop with his tail between his legs.
"They will always see snow. They only live in spring and cannot be counted as the human world." Cao Weiying said quietly while drinking wine.
“They want to see vegetation grow, and they want to see everything shake down.”
"Then we will welcome new life in the midst of crying, and we will welcome death in the midst of laughter."
"Then regardless of the truth or falsehood, I sincerely admit that this is the life I have."
Cao Weiying turned to look at the young man under the umbrella and smiled.
"Just like you, just like us."
The young man under the umbrella looked at the young man in Qingshang quietly, and then said softly: "Actually, I don't understand what you are talking about."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly, walked along the big lake, and said, "You will naturally understand in the future."
Nan Dao didn't dwell on this issue. He looked at Cao Weiying's figure walking along the lake and said, "What are you going to do?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while, took a sip of wine, and raised his hand to gesture.
"Find a way to send this snow to the distant mountains, to the remote mountain tops where winding paths lead."
It can be seen that the young man Qingshang is indeed afraid of the cold.
People who are afraid of the cold are generally afraid of being displaced.
Because displacement is always cold.
...
When Nan Dao returned with an umbrella, he saw Lu Xiaoer holding his sword and wearing the dog-eared hat, sitting on the rocks outside the canyon, waiting quietly.
The wind and snow in the world have not stopped, and it is difficult to distinguish the color of the sky. However, Nandao does not know what time it is now.
"what are you doing here?"
The young boy seemed to be in a daze when he suddenly heard someone speaking and subconsciously held the sword in his arms.
After looking up and seeing Nan Dao, he released the hilt of the sword and looked at Nan Dao nervously.
"Uncle, are you back? Are you okay?"
Nan Dao is naturally fine, and he probably wants to eat some plums.
Nan Dao walked up to the little boy and swept away some snow from his shoulders. He shook his head with a smile and said, "Of course it's okay. Your uncle the musician cured me yesterday."
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao's sincere expression, nodded, then lowered his head and said softly: "That's great."
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer's somewhat guilty look and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Lu Xiaoer jumped down from the rock with his sword in his arms, walked in the snow, and said slowly: "Maybe he is a little scared, uncle is too important to Lingnan, that woman from the East China Sea has accompanied you out so much Nothing happened to you every time. I went out with my uncle once, and he fell into a coma..."
Nan Dao chuckled softly, walked into the canyon with Lu Xiaoer, and then asked a question.
"Are you a saint?"
Lu Xiaoer looked back at Nan Dao, and then shook his head blankly.
“Sages don’t know about blessings and misfortunes, so how can you know about them?”
Lu Xiaoer said solemnly: "Sages can know the blessings and misfortune but don't want to know. I want to know the blessings and misfortunes but can't. I have also read books."
Naturally, anyone may have read such a crappy Daoist text as "Blue Bull Five Thousand Words".
I don't know whether he was refuted by his eleven or twelve-year-old junior nephew, or was stimulated by the sentence "I have also read the book", Nan Dao hit Lu Xiaoer on the head angrily.
"Of course I know!" Nan Dao probably felt guilty and subconsciously raised his voice.
"I am here to persuade you and comfort you."
Lu Xiaoer turned around and glanced at this little uncle who was not much older than him. He probably caught a glimpse of some red ears, so he didn’t say anything more. He just nodded and said, "Oh, so uncle was earlier. Where did you go?"
Nan Dao looked back at the quiet mountain cliffs in the wind and snow, invisible to the world, and said softly: "I went to have a romantic experience?"
"Didn't Uncle Musician say you went to clean your sword?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Of course sword washing can also be romantic."
Although Lu Xiaoer has read books, he is still just a young boy after all. He pretends to be stable but not stable, and pretends to be mature but is not really mature, so he asked curiously: "What kind of romantic method?"
Nan Dao recalled those things in Tianshang Town, and said with a soft smile: "Sitting under the peach blossom tree, drinking with my teachers and friends, the spring breeze from the big lake blew fine snow, so I held my sword and moved. With the wind and snow strong wine, I drank with my friends. Laughter cleansing swords is naturally a romantic thing.”
Please drink the wind and snow for me, please fill the golden cup for me.
I want to be a young boy dancing with a sword.
Please listen to me.
Lu Xiaoer probably understood, but when walking through the canyon, he looked at the small red building outside the canyon, thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you let Uncle Musician go with you?"
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and looked at the junior brother in Xiaohonglou who was lying lazily on the guardrail and looking at Feng Xue with a smile.
"Maybe if your musician uncle goes away, it will no longer be romantic and you will be very greedy."
So it became - please heat the copper furnace for me, please roast the fish and clams for me.
Lu Xiaoer held his sword and smiled clearly in the wind and snow.
Then he looked at Nan Dao aside and said, "Uncle, are you really okay?"
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "Of course it's fine."
Lu Xiaoer nodded and walked down the canyon.
"Then I'll go to Xiaobai Waterfall to practice my sword."
Lu Xiaoer is naturally diligent.
"Well, go ahead."
Nan Dao has been watching Lu Xiaoer's figure disappear on the windy and snowy cliffs of the canyon.
The small wooden house of Qingjiao on the side is quite uneasy, surrounded by swords. It is probably the critical moment to cross the slanted bridge.
Nan Dao was somewhat thankful for his wise move that day.
Otherwise, if Qingjiao really enters the realm of green lotus in the human world, he may not be able to win even if he borrows the snowy white clothes.
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't bother her.
Turn around and walk towards the small building.
After walking only a few steps, I heard Le Chaotian's voice coming down from the small building.
"Senior brother, you are back. Did you bring any fish back?"
