Naturally, Le Chaotian didn't finish the half of the roast chicken.
After taking a big bite, under the watchful eyes of two young boys, he honestly picked it up with a sword and sent it to the stove, where it was roasted and filled with fragrance.
The roasted chicken that had been drizzled with peach blossom stuffing and passed through the fire was indeed particularly fragrant.
Le Chaotian took out the roast chicken. He was probably a little greedy again. He looked at the two young boys and said, "Can I have another bite?"
"no!"
The two young boys said in unison.
Le Chaotian sighed and handed the roast chicken to the two of them.
Lu Xiaoer took the roast chicken, looked at Nan Dao who was sitting quietly outside the corridor, and asked, "What is Uncle Nan doing?"
Le Chaotian said lazily: "Let's practice."
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while, tore off a very tempting piece of chicken breast from the roast chicken, handed it to Le Chaotian, and said, "Then when Master Nan wakes up, give this to him."
Le Chaotian sat upright, nodded and said, "Okay!"
Lu Xiaoer looked at Le Chaotian warily and said, "Don't eat it secretly by yourself. I will ask Uncle Nan when the time comes."
Le Chaotian sneered and said, "Are you going to use this to test your uncle? Which uncle can't stand such a test?"
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "I think uncle, you may not be able to withstand such a test."
Insulted, Le Chaotian put the piece of chicken with bones on the stove, stood up, waved his sleeves, walked out, sat in front of the piano, and began to play and sing songs such as "Sneer and Leave It alone" .
Lu Xiaoer didn't pay much attention, he just picked up Lu Xiaosan and walked downstairs with the roasted chicken in his arms.
Le Chaotian really didn't seem to care about the piece of chicken.
Until the young boys poked their heads back and forth on the mountain path to look at it several times, the uncle was just sitting far away on the corridor of the Fengxue Building, playing the piano.
Has he really withstood the test?
Lu Xiaoer was puzzled, and he and Lu Xiaosan left through the mountain road in the heavy wind and snow.
Le Chaotian sat upright on the corridor, motionless in all directions - until the two young boys really left the canyon.
...
Nan Dao walked in the divine sea with a sword on his back.
There was a thin snowy path under the peach tree, winding away not far away. It was a thatched cottage standing in the wind and snow.
This burning divine sea has naturally been extinguished long ago.
It's just that there is still twilight with those ember-like colors above the sky.
Shining in that peach snow thatched cottage.
When Nan Dao got closer, he discovered that a corner of the thatched cottage was missing. Not only was a corner of the thatched cottage missing, but also a corner of the wind and snow that shrouded the thatched cottage was missing.
Taohua stood outside the hut, quietly looking at the sea of gods and the sky.
Before Nan Dao could ask, he said, "Because you sent some Fengxue out."
Only then did Nan Dao remember that he had covered Le Chaotian's sword with a layer of fine snow.
So the wind and snow in the thatched cottage are missing a corner.
Nan Dao walked on the windy and snowy path. The wind and snow were full of sword intent, which sometimes shuttled away and fell into the distant streams. Sword intent also shuttled through the stream and fell into the wind and snow.
It is for nourishment and tempering.
The two naturally complement each other.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable for Donghai Sword Sect to be much stronger than Lingnan.
Nan Dao passed through those own sword intentions and stopped in front of the thatched cottage. They looked up at the divine sea and sky for a long time, and then said softly: "While I was drinking, did you really go to that big lake? "
Taohua said calmly: "If you think I will go, then I will go."
The hurried sword intentions on the lake are naturally narrative words from the South Island.
But Nan Dao was not sure whether that sword test really existed.
"Junior brother seems to have really chopped off a plum blossom thirty miles outside the pass."
Nan Dao said softly.
"It's unbelievable."
Taohua is still calm.
"Of course it should be like this. If the sword in your heart cannot fall to the world, it is just a kind of self-consolation."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time and said softly: "So who is junior brother?"
This was the first time Nan Dao asked this question, but he didn't ask anyone else, just asked Tao Hua, maybe he was asking himself.
Taohua may not know the answer to this question, so she just stood there without answering.
Naturally, Nan Dao did not ask for the answer to this question. He did not look at the sky anymore, but looked at the peach blossoms and the thatched cottage in the wind and snow.
"With this thatched cottage, you don't have to sleep under the peach tree anymore."
Taohua looked at the path leading under the tree quietly and said slowly: "Actually, it's the same. Since I am the heart self, I naturally need you to see me so that I can exist. If you don't see me, you will naturally It can be regarded as just a speck of dust scattered between heaven and earth.”
Nan Dao chuckled softly and said: "So you mean that all the entanglements and disputes I had with you in the past were all because I was against myself?"
"Who says it isn't?"
Taohua said very calmly, turned around and pushed open the door of the thatched cottage without going in. The inside of the thatched cottage was black, like the night dome of the divine sea that had never burned. Maybe there was nothing inside, and it was impossible to walk out. Go in. The thatched cottage that Nan Dao saw was just an appearance attached to the divine sea - without definition or scale.
Maybe there was nothing in the thatched cottage of the old sword cultivator on the second peak.
When Taohua sat quietly in front of the thatched cottage, the small Taohua sword that had not been seen for a long time was once again suspended in Taohua's palm and was held in her hand.
"When we were in Tianshang Town, you seemed to have some thoughts." Peach Blossom's voice passed through several feet of wind and snow calmly and reached Nan Dao's ears. The man with only a peach blossom on his face raised his head and faced under the umbrella. young man. "Want to try?"
Nan Dao looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said calmly: "Forget it, I will do it next time."
Naturally, it means that it will be certain next time, but it won’t be certain next time either.
The young man held an umbrella and left the wind and snow, heading towards the sea of dao under the light of the intoxicating sky and sea of gods.
Those unexpected sword intentions caused the ancient Taoist scroll to ignite the divine sea on its own, suppressing those wind and snow sword intentions with the rapid consumption of the vitality of heaven and earth.
Although in Tianshang Town, the sword of Sword Lake with Cao Weiying was used to lead the wind and snow to the outside world, after all, this divine sea had been burning for a long time.
So when Nan Dao walked to this still unformed seaside, many things seemed to have returned to their original appearance.
There are many dry fruits on the Tao tree, which are slowly dying.
It is also slowly being reborn - new white flowers will grow from the place where the fruit withered, and then wither and turn into a green Tao fruit again.
Life is always like this. Where something dies, something new will grow.
For example, grass seeds in the March wind keep dying and regenerating.
Nan Dao waded all the way across Daohai and stopped under the tree. He then reached out and rummaged through the branches and leaves to find the shriveled fruits. Like a fruit farmer in the world, he picked them off and piled them under the tree. , the remaining vitality inside will probably be absorbed by the Tao tree again.
Then new buds began to sprout above the scars on the branches.
Walking in the dark night holding an oil lamp is practice.
Then maybe picking fruits is the same.
Nan Dao looked up at the whirlpool islands that were constantly rotating on the divine sea, breathing in the vitality of the world.
That Divine Sea Fire was probably just a trivial matter—for people like Nan Dao.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, but suddenly remembered something, and then the figure disappeared into the divine sea.
...
When he opened his eyes, Le Chaotian was sitting in the building, staring at the piece of chicken breast and salivating.
"Junior brother, what are you doing?"
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian strangely.
Le Chaotian turned around, looked at Nan Dao who had opened his eyes, and said with a smile: "Brother, I want to eat roast chicken."
Nan Dao's eyes fell on the piece of roast chicken, wondering where it came from.
"Then why don't you eat?"
Le Chaotian sighed and said, "This is what your junior nephew left for you."
Nan Dao probably guessed what happened. He only kept it for himself and not for Le Chaotian. He thought he had already eaten it secretly.
Of course Le Chaotian didn't eat it secretly, he ate it openly.
"Then you can eat, I'm not hungry." Looking at Le Chaotian's appearance, Nan Dao smiled softly and generously gave the piece of roast chicken to Le Chaotian.
Le Chaotian chuckled, waiting for a long time, wasn't it just to wait for Nan Dao's words? He reached out and picked up the piece of roast chicken, then sat by the stove and gnawed on it.
Nan Dao chuckled and looked at Le Chaotian who was eating roast chicken, and then said slowly: "What would happen if I cut off some branches of the Tao tree?"
Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment, then looked at Nan Dao blankly and said, "What did senior brother say?"
Nan Dao said softly: "I want to prune the Tao tree. Its leaves are too lush and there are too many branches. Although there are many fruits, the Tao fruits seem to be a bit small..."
Le Chaotian sighed and said, "Senior brother, you are really bold."
Nan Dao said: "Isn't it possible?"
Le Chaotian said sincerely: "I don't know if it works. I haven't tried it."
Nan Dao sat there looking at the snowstorm and thought deeply.
This is indeed a bold and seductive idea.
It's just a pity that no one knows the consequences of doing this.
However, Nandao suddenly missed Yun Huzhi of Xuanxuyuan.
Although this young gentleman knows little about worldly affairs, he knows a lot about Taoist cultivation.
...
In the spring snow of Jianhu Lake, two people were quietly looking at the scenery beyond the cloud cliffs - the heavy fog had dispersed, there were trails, and there was snow on Mount Baektu.
"Senior, have you ever returned to the cliff to see it?"
Qiu Shui stood under the peach tree and asked quietly.
Cao Weiying was still sitting on the bow of the boat, amidst the rippling water, and said softly: "You have been on the cliff for so many years. Don't you know whether I have been there before?"
Qiu Shui looked down at the young man sitting at the head of the boat, and then said slowly: "Senior is too tall, not only because of his seniority, but also if he really doesn't want me to know that he has been to Zhuo Jian Tai, then naturally I can't know either. "
Cao Weiying just sat in the gloomy twilight, drinking wine and watching the half-round glory of Shanxue's white head.
"While Qing Yi was on the cliff, Nan Yi never went up the cliff again."
So Qiu Shui understood the meaning of grass as firefly.
Mojian Cliff cannot be without a cliff master, nor can there be two cliff masters.
Qinglian was once the master of Jianyaya, and so was Qiu Shui.
Therefore, it is naturally impossible for the two of them to appear on that high cliff at the same time.
Probably because of this, after Qinglian left, his junior brother, known as the Demon Ancestor, did not take over as the cliff master, but was handed over to Bai Yi's daughter Hong Yi, so he could sit on the high cliff and count the number of people. ten years.
Qiu Shui and Cao Weiying met each other for the first time.
"What's so interesting about that high cliff?"
Cao Weiying smiled softly.
"Even if you didn't take over the position of Lord of Jianya Cliff after Hong Yi died, I would not have gone up there. If Bai Yi hadn't died in Huaidu, I would probably have been the person who sat on Jian Cliff for the shortest time. . That high cliff is too high and too deserted. There is nothing, and you can't see anything. You can only look at the clear spring, the 490,000 miles of the East China Sea, and all the places that do not belong to the human world."
The Zhoutou boy looked at the woman with white hair as white as snow on the lake bank, and said softly: "You can sit there for a thousand years. In this regard, I am not as good as you, even Qingyi is not as good as you."
Qiu Shui laughed softly and said: "It's not that seniors and Master Sword Master are inferior to me, but that you have choices. You are so much higher than the world. Naturally, you can go wherever you want. But I can't. I can only stay there and hold on to the old." The story tells the story of seeing myself growing old. People always say that people on the cliff sit and guard the human world, but how can they not be trapped in the human world? I couldn't stay in the human world, and I couldn't go to higher places, so I just sat there and waited to die."
When Cao Weiying heard the word "waiting to die", she sighed softly and said, "Yes, I am indeed waiting to die, and you have already waited for it."
"This is a very good thing." Qiu Shui said softly, "But I have a problem."
"what is the problem?"
"Senior is he a demon?"
Qiu Shui looked at the young man in Zhoutou quietly.
Of course Cao Weiying is not a demon.
The first demon in the world was this young man’s junior brother.
But in today's human world, whether it is Shenhe, Cong Ren, or even the former Chen Yunxi, they can survive to this day because they are either demons or transformed into demons.
So probably everyone who has seen grass turning into fireflies will have this problem.
But it may be impolite to ask such a question.
So Qiu Shui was the first to ask.
Cao Weiying said calmly: "No."
"So what happens after you step through the Heavenly Gate?"
In fact, Cao Weiying once answered a similar question to this question, when he faced a certain gray-haired old man in Nanyi City.
But he was still willing to answer again.
Then he boarded the boat on the other side.
"It's about re-entering reincarnation and becoming a sentient being."
Qiu Shui sighed softly and said: "So whether it is cultivating Taoism, transforming into a demon, becoming an immortal, worshiping the gods, or entering the underworld, in the end we all reach the same destination through different paths."
"It's all for the sake of being a human being." Cao Weiying said calmly, "Fairies, demons, gods and ghosts are just another name."
Qiu Shui probably recalled a certain lame man many years ago. He looked at Cao Weiying and said, "Senior, would you mind giving me some wine?"
Cao Weiying smiled and handed over the wine gourd in his hand.
The woman with white hair hanging down on the lake shore, which was as good as the fine snow, raised her head and took a sip of wine, and then said softly: "If the senior had met the Demon Lord back then, he would probably like this person very much."
Cao Weiying raised his eyebrows and said, "Why?"
"Because that cripple likes to talk about being a good person."
We do not want to be heroes for the demon clan, but we want to be common people for the demon clan.
Cao Weiying smiled softly and said, "Maybe."
The two of them quietly looked at the heaven and earth where the grass was fireflies.
"Is this peach blossom stuffed by people in the town?"
Qiu Shui looked at the wine gourd in his hand and asked curiously.
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "I brewed this, but they should learn these things soon."
Qiu Shui looked back at the town immersed in twilight and night - in fact, night had come for a long time, but the colors of dusk remained on the wet stone slabs.
"Senior, what do you want to do?"
Cao Weiying followed Qiu Shui's gaze and looked at the town, and then said softly: "This is the answer I left to the world."
Qiu Shui was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "So what is the problem?"
Cao Weiying looked at Qiu Shui with a smile and said, "The answer lies in the question."
The two of them may know a lot of things, but no one has revealed it.
Cao Weiying held her chin on the bow of the boat and looked at it, and said: "Many years later, maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years, I don't know how long it will take for the people in the town to be in tune with the human world and start to A long and sharp thing is used as a sword instead of a salted fish, until the way of life, until all kinds of definitions are riveted with the world. Maybe the answers to many things will be answered."
"Or maybe, this is just a question of futility - you know, people like us who came from more than a thousand years ago like to say words like futility and futility. The despair of life is often the most complete. In the truth. So sometimes, we always have to think about what will happen if everything cannot be answered."
Qiu Shui looked at Cao Weiying quietly and said, "What will happen?"
Cao Weiying laughed softly and said, "I don't know, I don't dare to think about it."
A question that I dare not think about without an answer, naturally there is no need to ask further.
Qiu Shui didn't ask any more questions. After a long time, he said softly: "Where is that young man?"
Cao Weiying thought for a moment and said, "I'm not sure either. But I'm curious. Didn't you notice that so much of Mo Jian Ya's sword intent was secretly taken away by others?"
Qiu Shui said slowly: "I noticed it, but I probably didn't expect that the blacksmith could really make such a thing. That is probably the best scabbard in the world."
Cao Weiying smiled and said: "Those who can be called the best in the world are certainly not ordinary people."
The blacksmith in Donghai is naturally the best blacksmith in the world.
Naturally, the matter of the blacksmith was just a casual mention, and the two returned to the boy's problem.
"He is the Son of Destiny?"
Qiu Shui also said with some uncertainty.
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "A person who can be so ruthless that the world doesn't want to play cards with him is probably true. But in the world, there is not only God's will but also man's will. Sometimes, man's will is higher than God's will."
"It's like God's will allows him to play cards, but man's will doesn't let him play."
"Yes."
So he is probably the most unhappy person in the world.
"Mo Jian Ya, can I leave it to him in the future?" Qiu Shui looked at the young man at the head of the boat and asked this question.
Cao Weiying just smiled.
"That's your human business."
