It is December 25th, one thousand and three years in the calendar of Dafeng.
This is probably the last snow in Lingnan.
The fall was quite spectacular, burying all the visible human beings in the mountains.
In such heavy snow, it is difficult to distinguish the boundary between heaven and earth. The snow is everywhere, and only some vague outlines of the mountains are left.
Qingjiao's small wooden house was quite sturdy this time. It stood on the cliff outside the canyon, quietly absorbing the wind and snow.
The corridor of the Little Red Building was covered with snow, so Le Chaotian, who originally planned to watch the snow, had to hide in the building, opened the door a few gaps, and watched the slanting wind outside blowing the snow in. Come upstairs.
Nan Dao is not here, but on the edge of the cliff downstairs, holding an umbrella and carrying a sword, standing in the howling wind and snow, drinking the peach blossom wine that he had cooked previously.
The world is still full of storms and snow.
But the divine sea in the South Island is particularly peaceful.
In the wind and snow in that corner, the thatched cottage was rebuilt again, and Peach Blossom was sitting quietly at the door of the thatched cottage. Those sword intentions kept coming from the sea of spirits towards it, and then left suddenly, just like Like some wandering wind.
The vitality of heaven and earth in the divine sea slowly fell into the clear stream, and then headed towards the big lake and the sea of dao.
Nan Dao didn't pay much attention. He just stood by the cliff, drank wine, and looked down the mountain.
The Tianya Sword Sect has probably been buried by the snow, and the green corners that were still vaguely visible in the snow have disappeared in the snow.
As for Xiaobai Jianzong on the other side, he also disappeared.
All in all, it's a confusing situation.
Nan Dao drank wine, looked a little, then looked back at the building.
"I'll go down below to see my senior brother and the others. Do you want to go?"
After a while, the door upstairs was opened, and Le Chaotian's head popped out for a moment, then retracted.
"If I don't go, I won't go. With such heavy snow, I'm afraid it will bury me on the road."
The door of the small building was closed again, leaving only some small gaps.
Nan Dao didn't say anything. He just held an umbrella and walked towards the mountain path. When he passed by the peach blossom, he thought about it and wrapped it up with his sword intent, and moved it to the eaves of the small building. After all, the snow was so heavy that it might actually freeze to death. Even if it didn't freeze to death, the snow might have accumulated too much and might break it.
After walking all the way through the mountain road in the wind and snow, the buildings of the Tianya Sword Sect were indeed covered in thick snow, and the courtyard at the front was already much higher.
But something unexpected happened to Nan Dao. Although Wu Dalong was still at the sword-making furnace, he was not forging swords. He was sitting at the door of the small courtyard, drinking the wine he brewed.
There was heavy snow in front of and behind him. The man just looked at his junior brother walking in the snow, while drinking wine with a smile, he gave some space at the door to Nan Dao.
"Senior brother, why are you drinking in your spare time today?"
Nan Dao sat down with an umbrella and looked at Wu Dalong and asked curiously.
When Nan Dao sat down, he discovered that the entrance to the small yard where the swords were made was actually a quite interesting place.
The trail in front of me was covered with snow, and behind me, the white snow poured from the mountain walls into it, like a waterfall.
The two of them sat quietly under the eaves of the courtyard gate, just like people waiting under the bridge.
If this is the case, then the world should be extremely vast.
It's just a sudden imagination after all. This is not a valley carrying wind and snow, but a yard that is not spacious.
Wu Dalong took several sips of the home-brewed wine. This wine was not boiled with peach blossoms, but it didn't taste too bad, with some sweetness and some astringency.
After drinking, the thirty-five-year-old man smiled and said, "I'm thinking about next year."
"What's up?"
Nan Dao was a little curious.
Wu Dalong sat at the door, looked at the wine bottle in his hand, thought for a while, and said: "Next year, we will clean up the entire Sword Sect and repair all the places that can be repaired..."
Wu Dalong smiled sheepishly.
"After all, junior brother, you also know that Tianya Sword Sect seems to be a little dilapidated."
Nan Dao chuckled.
In fact, Tianya Sword Sect probably cannot use the word dilapidated.
At most, it is just a deserted place.
But since Wu Dalong is the leader of the Tianya Sword Sect, he still has to take the matter seriously.
"But it can only be minor repairs. As for drastic changes and the like, it is probably impossible to complete it now. It must be done slowly after there are more disciples in the future."
Wu Dalong drank his wine and thought about this issue seriously.
Perhaps in the human world, such a thing is extremely trivial.
But Wu Dalong thought very seriously and spoke very sincerely.
Anything that happens to the Tianya Sword Sect is a big deal to him.
Wu Dalong squinted his eyes and thought for a long time before deciding that when the time came, he would smooth the stone tablet at the mountain gate and carve it again.
After all, the words on it are sometimes hard to see clearly.
Naturally, you don’t have to worry about it when it passes by.
He even wished that others didn’t know that this was the Tianya Sword Sect.
But things are different now. The sword of the Tianya Sword Sect has been found. Such a sword sect will inevitably rise in the future.
Reputation is important.
Nan Dao just looked at Wu Dalong quietly, who was lost in thought again after talking, and said with a soft smile: "Actually, for the repair and expansion of Jianzong, senior brother can go to junior brother Le. Junior brother, there is nothing else, and money is probably indispensable. of."
Wu Dalong also laughed and said: "Although I say so, in the end, Junior Brother Le only has a name in the Sword Sect."
Nan Dao thought for a while and said: "The name also counts. After all, he is also the uncle of Xiao Er, Xiao San and the others. When the time comes, let him use his modest efforts, maybe he will be the pinnacle of wealth in this mountain."
Wu Dalong laughed.
Everyone can see that Le Chaotian is not ordinary rich.
A huge drum of money was poured out at the drop of a hat.
If Wu Xiaozhi, Lu Xiaoxiao and the others hadn't come over to pick it up, Le Chaotian probably wouldn't even bother to pick it up.
The Tianya Sword Sect's current family background is, in the final analysis, very happy.
When the coins were being thrown around, the old man hadn't left yet, so he took a big bag and ran back to the Sword Sect, otherwise Wu Dalong wouldn't be so wealthy later.
"Let's talk about it then." Wu Dalong stood up and shook the wine bottle in his hand, thinking that he had probably been drinking here for a long time.
As he walked back to the yard, he remembered something again, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Junior brother, you came just in time, help me throw those swords in."
Nan Dao was stunned and said, "Shall I come?"
Wu Dalong placed the jug beside the stove, took down the swords, handed them to Nan Dao, and said with a smile: "It's the same no matter who comes."
Nan Dao took the swords, hesitated a little, and said, "Do you need some other rituals?"
Wu Dalong thought for a moment and said, "Probably not. If you have ideas, you can add them to it, such as engraving some sword names or something."
Nan Dao smiled and said, "I thought it would be paired with some sword skills or something."
Because the book "The Preliminary Introduction to the Sword Art of the Tianya Sword Sect" also mentioned things like the Sword Drawing Technique.
Wu Dalong said with a smile: "Maybe it did happen at first, but later I found out that it is the same. If you come back, you will always come back. If you don't come back, you probably won't appear again. The sword may be something with memory."
Nan Dao nodded, holding the pile of swords in one hand like a pile of firewood, walking through the windy and snowy paths, heading towards the sword pool behind the Tianya Sword Sect.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been here in Nandao.
The snow piled up beside the pool, and the gray garden lights had turned into snowmen, scattered quietly beside the pool.
The nagging old man had been gone for a long time. Nan Dao stood there holding an umbrella and holding a sword. Thinking of the scene at that time, he still found it very funny.
After all, the old man looked like a crazy person at that time.
But he was indeed right.
Maybe I no longer believe that I am right.
Nan Dao sighed inexplicably when he thought about the old man who had been trapped in Qingshan all his life.
The original idea of just throwing it in as Wu Dalong said was also abandoned.
Nan Dao stood by the pool for a long time and thought about it - such a story, although it is plain, must always have something to commemorate.
After a long time, Nan Dao let go of the swords. Although no one was holding the swords, they did not fall into the snow. Instead, they were floated by Nan Dao's sword intention and surrounded by the wind and snow around him.
The South Island at the end of Gale Calendar 103 is naturally no longer the South Island in September.
Therefore, those long swords, which were carried by the sword intent and shuttled through the wind and snow, gradually sounded the sound of swords, and almost turned into bursts of light.
It's just that controlling so many swords into sword light with sword intent at the same time, even though there are many energy vortices in the South Island Divine Sea, it still seems a bit difficult after all. After all, it has fallen through the realm before and is still recovering now.
So Nan Dao took off the flask and took a big sip of peach blossom wine. Drinking wine quickly will naturally make you drunk easily.
So those swords of flowing light turned into drunken swords again, dragging the wind and snow in the mountains and forests, and kept spinning on this clear pond.
Nan Dao let out a long breath, hung the wine bottle back on his waist, then raised his hand and pointed it like a sword. The energy of heaven and earth and the sword intention fell on his fingertips, with a hint of wind and frost.
Nan Dao looked at the fine snow, wind and frost, but inexplicably remembered that Chen He had given himself that title a long time ago.
It's called the Wheelchair Sword.
It's just that it probably isn't a wheelchair sword.
It won’t be the Peach Blossom Sword either.
But the fine snow sword.
Nan Dao chuckled.
In fact, it may be a wheelchair sword, a peach blossom sword, or a thin snow sword.
They are all names that need to be asked by the world before they can be given names.
Nan Dao has never been asked about the sword, so any name is fake.
The sword intention flowed on Nan Dao's fingertips, and a sword light fell in front of Nan Dao in the wind and snow. After being surrounded by the wind and snow for a long time like a sword light, the sword blades that had been hammered and tempered by Wu Dalong were once again Burning impurities, even the sword body became softer, and it stopped quietly in front of Nan Dao, like a strip of hanging water.
The fingertips with Xixue's sword intent fell on the sword and wrote three words in a dignified manner.
Lu Xiaoxiao.
The two words "xiaoxiao" probably describe the essence of Lingnan sword cultivation.
The young man under the umbrella quietly looked at the three words on the sword in front of him and smiled softly.
Of course, the boy's handwriting is much better than before. Although it is still a bit sloppy, it is somehow more elegant.
The word Lu Xiaoxiao fell, and the sword whistled softly, cutting through the wind and snow, then straight into the sky, falling from the clouds, and with the wind and snow in the sky, it was submerged into the clear pond.
The young man stood under the umbrella and quietly watched the ripples of wind and snow caused by the long sword entering the water. Naturally, he would not forget what kind of little Lingnan swordsman he was, in such a snow storm in Nanyi City. , brought himself back from the river.
Then what?
Wu Dalong is the one who rarely hangs out or talks on weekdays. He is always busy in the Tianya Sword Sect.
The second sword fell in front of Nan Dao. It was a rather generous sword.
Probably just like Wu Dalong.
The first time Nan Dao met Wu Dalong was actually on All Souls' Day. This sword cultivator from Lingnan was miserably deceived by Zhang Xiaoyu into playing cards, and then lost all his swords. After that, he had to work in Nanyi City to earn money to redeem his swords.
Zhang Xiaoyu may indeed be a bastard.
Nan Dao thought with a sigh, then raised his hand and carved the three characters Wu Dalong on the sword with his sword intention.
The big dragon sword fell into the clear pool along with the small sword.
As for the third sword, Nandao gave it to Le Chaotian, a junior fellow apprentice who was careless, lazy and happy.
Nan Dao had never asked this junior fellow apprentice who was a major cultivator in the world. He had never asked him about these things.
Being happy is naturally the most important thing.
Nan Dao smiled slightly, looked at the very light sword in front of him, and without hesitation carved the words "乐Chaotian" on the sword body.
There is also the hard-working Lu Xiaoyi, the quiet and steady Lu Xiaoer, the laughing and joking Lu Xiaosan, and the young and ignorant Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaowu.
In the end there were four swords left.
Nandao thought for a long time about where to carve it, green peppers, and Nandao.
The last sword was engraved with the words Lu Xiaofeng on Nandao.
Although he didn't quite understand why Lu Xiaoxiao was so obsessed with this name.
I hope that according to what Lu Xiaosan said, Xiaobai Jianzong can successfully get this name in the future.
"Uncle, are you doing bad things too?"
When those sword lights had not entered the snow-throwing sword pool, Lu Xiaosan's voice suddenly came from behind.
Nan Dao put away his sword intent, looked back, and saw the young boy holding the little native dog, standing at the entrance of the trail, looking here curiously.
"What's it called?"
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaosan strangely.
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment, then laughed twice.
"Nothing, nothing."
Naturally, Lu Xiaosan would never tell anyone about the bad words he had written against Lu Xiaoer and the others on his sword.
He just walked over with a smile and hugged the little native dog, holding a hat in the wind and snow, standing by the pool and looking around.
"Why are you here?"
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaosan and asked.
Although the young boy did not dare to go up to the canyon because he had planned some bad things, he still often wandered between the two sword sects. Probably because he had memorized too many sword names in the past few months. Lu Xiaoxiao did not say anything. What, I just told the young boy not to run too far.
So while walking along the way, I saw the footprints in the Sword Sect heading towards the Sword Throwing Pond, and I thought it was Wu Dalong here. However, as soon as I arrived, I saw Nan Dao carving words with the Xixue Sword Intention.
So after hearing Nan Dao's question, Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said, "Because I was too bored, so I went out for a walk."
"Why don't you go to the canyon? It's too boring for your musician uncle to talk about it every day. You don't go to play with him."
Nan Dao didn't care at all, he just remembered Le Chaotian's sigh before, looked at Lu Xiaosan and said.
Lu Xiaosan smiled guiltily and said, "After all, my uncle also wants to practice. It's not good to bother him all the time."
Nan Dao gave Lu Xiaosan a strange look.
Could this little boy be so kind?
Nan Dao didn't believe it, but Lu Xiaosan had already taken the initiative. Before Nan Dao could question it, he asked, "So what did uncle just carve?"
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaosan for a long time and said, "Your names."
Lu Xiaosan was stunned and said, "Our names?"
Immediately he remembered something again and asked very cautiously: "Just our names?"
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and said, "What else do you want to add?"
"No!"
Lu Xiaosan shook his head firmly.
The sentence that Lu Xiaosan is a swordsman is enough.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and headed towards the trail.
Lu Xiaosan followed behind and said with a smile, "Uncle Master, please call me next time you engrave."
"Why have you been called?"
Lu Xiaosan chuckled: "I have some bold ideas."
Nan Dao thought about Lu Xiaosan's glorious achievements and probably guessed what he was going to do. He smiled softly and said, "Aren't you afraid that your disciples and grandsons will scold others when they read the sword manual and write some nonsense?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
The little boy smiled happily, which made Nan Dao a little confused.
"That's what makes it interesting. Think about it, uncle. Since scolding people is a matter for disciples and disciples, I, Lu Xiaosan, have mediocre talents. Naturally, I won't live until that time. I will be dead by then, and maybe my bones will be chewed by Le Chaotian." They must have been very angry when they looked at the things on the sword formula, but they couldn't do anything about me. Isn't it interesting?"
Lu Xiaosan said with a smile.
Le Chaotian was naturally the dog Lu Xiaosan was holding.
It's just that the young man is very open-minded. Maybe a happy person won't be afraid of so many things.
Being happy is naturally more important than anything else.
Nan Dao turned to look at the young boy quietly, then turned back, thought about it, and said, "What if your master knows about it?"
The happy little boy sighed and said, "Then I can only bite the bullet and get beaten."
Lu Xiaosan may not be very afraid of life and death.
But he was probably afraid of being pressed on the leg by Lu Xiaoxiao and beaten.
The young boy was not afraid of anything but that little sword cultivator from Lingnan.
Nan Dao laughed and said nothing more.
Lu Xiaoxiao is naturally the person with the most transcendent status in this green mountain.
Beat whoever you want.
She can beat whoever she wants, naturally not because of how strong she is.
Just because this thirty-year-old woman is indeed a very good person.
So maybe this is what the benevolent person means?
