Naturally, the South Island did not bring any fish back.
It just smelled of alcohol, and Le Chaotian, who drank just one cup, smelled it upstairs and raised his eyebrows subconsciously.
"Okay, senior brother, we agreed to wash the sword, but instead secretly went down the mountain to drink, right?"
Nan Dao stood in the wind and snow below and smiled softly and said: "Drinking is just to cleanse the sword. The more you drink, the better you can cleanse it."
Le Chaotian looked at the sword behind Nan Dao and said, "So, senior brother, has it been cleaned?"
Nan Dao drew his sword from behind.
There are still snow flakes on the blue-black sword body, like a thin blizzard of snow falling on a black ridge lying straight on the human world.
"Probably so."
Nan Dao looked at the sword in his hand and thrust forward.
Then the wind and snow blew away.
Then the human world became the human world.
Le Chaotian stood up and looked at the snow-covered Peach Blossom Sword in Nan Dao's hand quite fondly.
"This sword is good, beautiful and fun."
Le Chaotian smiled on the side and said, "Senior brother, can you make my sword look like this?"
Le Chaotian naturally fell in love with Xixue's sword when he first saw it, but it was a pity that he really couldn't learn Xixue's sword from the inside out in Nandao.
But maybe now.
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "I can give it a try."
Although Nan Dao transferred all the wind and snow in the Divine Sea to the swords in Cao Weiying Sword Lake in Tianshang Town, Nan Dao is not sure whether he can still do this here.
Le Chaotian naturally didn't think so much, he just looked at the young man under the umbrella with a smile, then pulled out his sword and threw it down.
Nan Dao put his Peach Blossom Sword into its sheath, then raised his hand to catch Le Chaotian's Butterfly Love Flower in the wind and snow.
Die Lianhua fell into Nan Dao's hands and instantly began to sing softly in the wind and snow. Nan Dao calmly raised his hand and slashed the sword down in the wind and snow.
The sound of the sword stopped, and the fine snow suddenly covered the sword body.
Le Chaotian stood upstairs and looked at Die Lianhua, who turned into a sword of fine snow in just a moment. He smiled softly and said, "Senior brother, do you love money?"
Nan Dao held Die Lianhua in his hand and walked upstairs, saying, "Maybe he will love her."
Le Chaotian leaned on the guardrail, with some wind and snow falling on him. When the young man walked up the stairs with an umbrella, he said: "There is wind and snow on the sword. Who doesn't love swordsmen in the world? Look at that silly boy Lu Xiaosan. Your sword is so fascinating that I am fascinated by it. Senior brother can go to the human world to open a snow-swept sword cleaning hall and help those sword cultivators to attach snow to their swords for a hundred coins at a time. There are many low-class sword cultivators in the south. It’s easy to make a lot of money.”
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows, handed the sword to Le Chaotian, and said, "Really?"
Le Chaotian took the sword from Nan Dao and said with a smile: "Senior brother, are you excited?"
Nan Dao sat down on the corridor and said, "It's true, but not much."
Le Chaotian stood up, waving the cold Fengxuedielianhua in his hand, and said with a soft smile: "It seems that he is not interested."
"Why?"
"If your heart is moved, your heart is moved. If you are not, your heart is not moved. There is no such thing as a little heartbeat."
Le Chaotian said with a smile, played a handsome sword flower, and then lightly threw Dielianhua into the sheath leaning on the guardrail - the sword cultivator probably had a good look in his eyes.
"By the way, Senior Sister and the others came here before and said that you came back to find them."
Although Xiao Xiao wanted Le Chaotian to tell them.
But obviously Le Chaotian would not do such a thing of running around to spread the news.
So I secretly changed it a little bit.
That's pretty much what it means.
Le Chaotian thought so.
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian quietly for a long time, and his piercing eyes almost made Le Chaotian feel that he had been exposed.
"Then why didn't I say anything when I was downstairs just now?"
Le Chaotian smiled, sat down again, and said, "I just wanted to let my senior brother warm himself up by the fire."
Nan Dao reluctantly held the umbrella and walked downstairs again.
Le Chaotian Wuzi shouted from behind: "Senior brother, don't you want to warm up by the fire?"
Nan Dao didn't answer and walked silently in the wind and snow.
It just happened that Lu Xiaoxiao wanted to come over again, so he walked to the mountain road. Nan Dao saw Lu Xiaoxiao climbing on the stone steps of the mountain road despite the wind and snow. He looked up and saw Lu Xiaoxiao standing on the stone steps. The little sword cultivator from Lingnan walked up through the wind and snow with a worried frown on his face.
Before Nan Dao could say those words about senior sister, Lu Xiaoxiao spoke first.
"Are you OK?"
Nan Dao smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just a recurrence of an old injury."
Naturally, the sword wound on Nan Dao's heart has not fully healed. Sometimes it still hurts a little, but it is also the best way to deal with it.
When Lu Xiaoxiao heard this, he slapped Nan Dao on the head angrily and said, "I told you to run around."
Nan Dao just scratched his head and smiled.
"Senior sister, you don't have to worry too much." Nan Dao was about to say that he could be regarded as the senior brother of many sword cultivators in Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoxiao suddenly frowned and said, "Junior brother, have you fallen into trouble?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said: "After all, I was a little affected, but it's nothing serious. I just need to cultivate for a while and it will be fine."
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Nandao for a long time, and then said with some helplessness: "Then during this period, you should stay in the mountains well, otherwise the Chinese New Year will be around the corner and something will happen to you."
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Okay."
Lu Xiaoxiao gave some more miscellaneous instructions, and then continued walking down in the wind and snow.
Nan Dao kept watching Lu's little figure disappear on the mountain road, and was about to walk back, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he walked down the snow and walked all the way to Tianya Sword Sect.
The sound of forging iron and the smell of lees floated in the wind and snow of this long-standing but small sword sect.
"Brother!"
Nan Dao followed the path through the snow-covered branches and headed towards the sword-making platform deep in the Sword Sect.
Probably because he was fascinated by blacksmithing, Wu Dalong didn't hear Nan Dao's voice. Until Nan Dao walked under the wind and snow, Wu Dalong didn't realize that there was a person coming behind him.
The sword-making platform is actually just a small courtyard against the mountain wall, with a stove burning under the eaves. The room inside is filled with all kinds of materials, not only sword-making tools, but also tools for building houses.
Wu Dalong stood naked in the wind and snow with his hammer in hand, hammering at a red-hot iron embryo in front of him.
There were several forged swords hanging next to them. Wu Dalong must have not been to the sword throwing pool for a while.
Nan Dao stopped at the entrance to the hospital, leaning against the door with an umbrella and watching the blacksmithing brother quietly.
Although the back is against the mountain wall and the wind and snow are blowing above the head, it is not very cold inside because of the red-burning stoves. The wind and snow pour in, hang on the eaves, are steamed by the heat, and melt into snow water. The drops dripped down, sometimes falling on the sword that had not yet cooled down, making a squeaking sound, but leaving behind some rather interesting lines.
Nan Dao didn't disturb Wu Dalong, he just stood there quietly.
After a long time, Wu Dalong stopped, clamped the slightly sword-shaped iron embryo, turned around and put it back into the furnace. Only then did he see Nan Dao, who had been standing at the door for a long time.
Wu Dalong said with some surprise: "Junior brother, are you here?"
Nan Dao nodded, walked in, looked at the reheated iron embryo by the stove, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, are you still working so hard in the cold winter months?"
Wu Dalong chuckled and said: "It is the twelfth lunar month of winter. I have nothing to do in the mountains, so I have to make more swords. If I forge more swords today, the sword sect will be stronger tomorrow. What are you doing here, junior brother?"
Before Nan Dao could speak, Wu Dalong slapped his head and said with a smile: "Ah, yes, the scabbard, I almost forgot about it."
Naturally, Wu Dalong didn't forget it. When he finished it yesterday, he went to the canyon and told Le Chaotian that Nan Dao should come back and try it at the Sword Forging Furnace. If it wasn't very suitable, he would do it again.
Nan Dao said sincerely: "Yes, I'm sorry to bother you, senior brother."
"No trouble, what's the trouble? When marching and fighting in the world, we still need a logistics army. Do those who rush to kill on the front line have to go and thank them one by one?"
Wu Dalong was probably in a good mood. He was talking and laughing as he walked around the stove and walked into the room. He took out a brand new scabbard and handed it to Nan Dao. He said expectantly: "Let's try it. "
Nan Dao nodded, walked to the eaves, took down the Parrot Island behind him, untied the messy cloth strips, and then put it into the scabbard in Wu Dalong's hand.
There will naturally be no problem with the scabbard.
When Rinan Island came, Wu Dalong measured the size very carefully.
Therefore, the sword blade enters very smoothly.
When Wu Dalong saw this scene, he laughed and said, "Are you satisfied?"
Nan Dao raised his hand to hold the scabbard, and said with a soft smile: "Senior brother did it, so of course junior brother must be satisfied."
Wu Dalong was very happy to hear this, and couldn't help but smile while rubbing his hands.
"Try unsheathing again."
Nan Dao nodded.
Because there is an umbrella in one hand, it is naturally difficult for Nan Dao to draw the sword directly. Normally, the sword is drawn out behind the back.
So he simply used his sword intention.
The sword intent that had been tempered by the wind and snow in the divine sea fell on the sword in his hand, and then with a loud sound, the Parrot Island in the sheath turned into a stream of light, going straight into the sky against the wind and snow pouring into the courtyard. The next two people raised their heads and looked quietly at the cold light in the wind and snow in the sky.
Parrot Island hovered in the second heavy snowfall in Lingnan for a long time before falling to the human world again, falling into the scabbard in Nan Dao's hand with great precision.
"How about it?"
Wu Dalong looked at Nandao expectantly.
"Very good." Nan Dao smiled, looked at Wu Dalong and said, "Senior brother's craftsmanship is probably the best in the world."
Although Wu Dalong knew that this was flattering him, he was still so coaxed into smiling that he didn't even notice that the sword embryo in the sword furnace nearby was burning red.
After Nan Dao reminded him, Wu Dalong hurriedly took it out, placed it on the table and fixed it, picked up the hammer, and hammered it carefully.
Nan Dao watched quietly from the side.
Sure enough, serious men are the most handsome.
No wonder Lu Xiaoxiao wanted to secretly eat hotpot for two with him.
Nan Dao smiled strangely and then walked out of the courtyard.
"I'm going back first, senior brother."
"Uh-huh."
Wu Dalong said without raising his head.
Just like Nan Dao thought before.
Just when he walked upstairs, he saw Le Chaotian leaning against the guardrail and playing with the Dielianhua in his hand. He looked at himself and said with shame, "Brother, I forgot to mention it just now. Senior Brother Wu said he wanted you to go." Let’s try the scabbard in the Sword Sect.”
Nan Dao sneered, as expected.
Fortunately, he had anticipated the enemy's opportunity and had already gone down to retrieve the scabbard.
Nan Dao took Yiaozhou from behind and said, "Is this what junior brother said?"
Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment, and then said sincerely: "Hey, senior brother, have you got it back yet? That's great!"
"Junior brother." Nan Dao suddenly remembered that this seemed to be Zhang Xiaoyu's favorite words.
Le Chaotian asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Nan Dao did not continue to care about those things in the past, and said softly: "You will get beaten if you do this."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Senior brother, you don't want to hit me."
Naturally, Nan Dao would not do such a cruel thing. He just sat down by the guardrail, looked at the wind and snow in the world for a long time, and then said softly: "Junior brother's injury is better?"
Le Chaotian didn't care about the deeper meaning of this sentence. He just leaned against the guardrail and said with a chuckle: "Yes, it's much better."
Nan Dao also chuckled and said, "That's good."
Neither of them said much.
It’s just senior brother and junior brother.
After a while, Nan Dao said softly: "After the New Year, I will leave Lingnan."
Le Chaotian was really stunned this time and said, "Where are you going, senior brother?"
Nan Dao said slowly: "Mojian Cliff."
Le Chaotian tilted his head and looked at Nandao for a long time, and then said softly: "That place is not easy to get to."
"Yes." Nan Dao said quietly, "But I heard that someone is about to die, so I have to go up and take a look."
Originally, Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoxiao were talking about next year, maybe next year's spring, maybe next year's winter.
But the person who suddenly walked down the cliff asked him to set the time after the new year.
Mojian Cliff won't wait for you long.
Nan Dao still remembers Qiu Xi'er's words at the top of Nan Yi City.
There was probably some sense of urgency.
He didn't know what happened on the cliff and what would happen.
Le Chaotian just looked at the silent young man beside him, then turned back and said, "That's true."
...
Of course nothing happened on the cliff, and nothing will happen.
The woman in the white dress who once went to Nanyi City to watch the All Souls' Festival on behalf of someone who couldn't leave Gaoya sat quietly in the green bamboo hut.
Naturally, the wind and snow in the world have nothing to do with Mojian Cliff.
If Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't asked about the sword in the wind and snow that time, that human wind and snow would not have fallen on Mojian Cliff.
Therefore, even though it was snowing far away in the world, the sky in Jianya was still cold and cold, passing through the window of the green bamboo hut and shining on the table in front of the woman.
On the table is a piece of white paper with a drop of rich, dried ink, and an unopened letter.
Lingnan has naturally closed its mountains.
So this letter was not sent by anyone, but by a sword from Lingnan.
Qiu Xi'er quietly looked at the letter that fell on the sword steps of Jian Cliff and was blown to Qingzhu Residence by the mountain wind.
After looking at it for a long time, I didn't open it.
There is probably a lot written in it.
For example, on December 9th, a certain young man achieved enlightenment in the rain-viewing realm and took advantage of the wind and snow in the world to defeat the red-clothed sword cultivator from the small realm in the East China Sea.
For example, a young man had many struggles after looking back on the letter he wrote to Qingtian Dao earlier.
For example, what did the word "good" mean in the letter that Qiu Xi'er asked Zhang Xiaoyu to bring.
The letter paper is of course small.
But you can write a lot of things.
But Qiu Xi'er didn't look, she just sat there quietly, looking at the cold sky outside the bamboo window.
The cold sky shines on the deserted people.
Qiu Xi'er sat for a long time, picked up the inkstone on the side, pressed the letter under the table, then stood up, walked on the bamboo corridor and left Qingzhu Residence.
The snowstorm when Zhang Xiaoyu asked for a sword had long since disappeared on the cliff, so the green bamboos spread away and slowly turned into many lonely blue plants beside the road.
Then it turned into some low bushes and stone moss climbing on the rocks.
Qiu Xi'er wore a white skirt and walked quietly on the path leaving Qingzhu Residence until she stopped on the sword steps leading to the extremely high Yun Cliff.
The sword intent at full level is still better than the wind and snow.
Qiu Xi'er stood 2,600 feet away from the sword cliff, and then looked at the world quietly.
There is a young man in this world who is probably still in the wind and snow of Lingnan.
There is also a woman who just started walking down the cliff yesterday and doesn’t know where she is in the world.
There is probably a little wine shop owner who didn't cook noodles all day, but just sat at the door of the wine shop in a daze, not knowing what happened in the world, so that he let such a person walk off the cliff.
Qiu Xi'er looked at it calmly for a long time.
Then he raised his hand and took out the sword-shaped wooden hairpin from the hairdresser. Holding it in his hand, it became a sword of cold moon water, and the waterfall of green hair fell down,
The whole cliff is filled with sword intent.
If anyone in the world could stand on this high cliff, they would already be extraordinary people, such as Zhang Xiaoyu.
But this woman in the white dress, who was once known as the three swordsmen of the younger generation along with the sword cultivator in white, just held the long sword behind her and walked up calmly.
Qiu Xi'er has not finished walking this sword step that is so fierce that people can only look up at it.
She held her sword and passed through the sword intent, walking calmly for four hundred feet.
Three thousand feet of white hair.
The ten-foot-long sword intention left by Qinglian had trapped the brothers and sisters on those cliffs many years ago.
Naturally, Qiu Xi'er didn't have to wait until her gray hair reached three thousand feet before she could cross the three thousand feet and walk onto the Zhuojian Platform.
But she still just stopped here, sitting down in the moss-covered and lonely sword intent, and placed the long sword like the moon in her hand across her knees.
The moonlight sword can be like the bright moon shining on a high building, giving you a thousand miles of light.
It can also be that the green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, and the bright moon has never been the two towns.
The sword lying across the knee is naturally my hometown.
This name was given by Qiu Shui.
Qiu Xi'er sat quietly amidst the three thousand feet of awe-inspiring sword intent.
Waiting for someone who was born on a high cliff but calls Huangliangqiushui his hometown to leave the world.
Naturally, there cannot be a cliff owner on the cliff.
There will not be two cliff owners on the cliff.
Qiu Xi'er sat there quietly and closed her eyes.
Until the moonlight fills the cliff.
Only then did he see a drop of crystal falling on the sword steps.
