Although Lu Xiaosan had some troubles in his heart, he still went to the canyon with Nan Dao despite the wind and snow, and scampered upstairs with the little native dog in his arms.
"Uncle, I'm here to express my condolences to you."
Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian, who was lying in front of the cracked door with a pillow in his arms. He walked over and shook the snow off his body.
The little boy could clearly shake it off downstairs, but he ran up and shook the snow off Le Chaotian like a little local dog.
The little native dog lay on Lu Xiaosan's shoulder with wide eyes. If it could speak, it would probably say something like, "Although I'm not a human being, you are a real dog."
Le Chaotian was not angry at all. He was lying in front of the door and looked at Lu Xiaosan holding the little native dog. He said with a smile: "It seems you haven't been here for a while. You are not doing any bad things behind the scenes."
Lu Xiaosan was calm and composed at this time. Not only that, he also opened his eyes wide and said innocently: "Uncle, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?"
Nan Dao smiled and passed by, opening the wooden door upstairs. The wind and snow rushed in instantly, but fortunately Nan Dao only opened it for a moment and then closed it again, otherwise the two people inside would probably have used it. It won't take long for him to be buried in the wind and snow. After all, the canyon here is not like the Jianzong below. There is no mountain forest to block some wind and snow. It stands on a lonely cliff, and the wind and snow at the end of the year are blowing straight.
Nan Dao closed the door, but Lu Xiaosan and Le Chaotian were still arguing inside.
"I believe that you, Lu Xiaosan, are innocent. I might as well believe that this local dog can talk."
"But it really can talk!"
"What would it say?"
"It said - I believe that you, Lu Xiaosan, are innocent. I might as well believe that this native dog can talk."
"...."
There was silence inside.
They were probably glaring at each other.
Then there was a sword cry, and then Lu Xiaosan's scream came.
"Uncle Master, I was wrong!"
Nan Dao chuckled softly, found a broom in the corner of the corridor, and began to sweep the snow outside.
When the snow was halfway swept away, Le Chaotian opened the door and walked out, saying doubtfully: "The cucurbit silk has not been stuffed with slush, the strings have not been removed, and the drum head has not been replaced with paper. Am I really Did you blame him wrongly?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Maybe junior brother didn't search carefully enough?"
Lu Xiaosan sighed inside and said, "Uncle Master, how can you be like this?"
Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment, looked downstairs and said, "Why are senior sisters here?"
Lu Xiaosan sneered and said, "Okay, okay, this scares me, right?"
Le Chaotian ignored the young boy.
Because Lu Xiaoxiao did come and brought a basket.
It was a little strange when I walked downstairs.
"Why did you bring this vat of peach blossoms in?"
Nan Dao swept the snow off the corridor and said, "I saw the snow was too heavy, so I moved in because I was afraid it might break under the pressure."
"That's true." Lu Xiao said, patting the snow on his shoulder.
"You can cut these Spring Festival couplets and stick them on the door."
Lu Xiaoxiao took out the red Spring Festival couplets from the basket downstairs and gestured with them downstairs. He thought they should be about the same and said something more.
"If it's almost the same, there's no need to cut it, you can just stick it on directly."
Naturally, Lu Xiaosan stopped talking after hearing Lu Xiaosan's voice.
Le Chaotian was a little puzzled and said, "Is it posted so early?"
Lu Xiaoxiao had already walked under the eaves, so Le Chaotian and others could no longer see her. They could only hear her voice coming from the wind and snow below.
"Isn't it because you guys are bored here? And it's already late. It's already passed the New Year."
Lu Xiaozhu walked out again, with nothing in his hands. He stood in the snow and squinted at Le Chaotian and said, "By the way, is Lu Xiaosan here?"
Le Chaotian looked back at Lu Xiaosan who was hiding by the stove in the building, thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "He said he wasn't here."
Lu Xiaosan opened his eyes wide, he looked like a treacherous old dog.
But obviously Lu Xiaoxiao didn't care what Lu Xiaosan was doing, as long as he didn't run out blindly, he probably still had some things to be busy with, so he didn't say anything more, he just gave some instructions before leaving to remind them. Also attach a pair to Green Pepper's cabin.
Lu Xiaosan waited until Lu Xiaoxiao left, then sneakily poked his head out, looked at the corridor for a long time, pondered for a moment, and felt that it was not a good place to stay for a long time, so he hugged the little native dog and ran down the canyon again. .
Lu Xiaoer is still practicing his sword under Xiaobai Waterfall.
"Did Master go back just now?"
Lu Xiaosan ran to the tree beside the pond with the native dog in his arms, and looked at Lu Xiaoer beside him and asked.
Lu Xiaoer opened his eyes and glanced at Lu Xiaosan, nodded, and then continued to temper his sword intention with the wind, snow and waterfall.
Lu Xiaosan did not interrupt Lu Xiaoer, but just said to himself: "Uncle Nan was carving the name of the sword at the sword throwing pond just now, and I seemed to see your name."
Lu Xiaosan probably thought that those things he had carved on him would be discovered sooner or later, so he simply ran over and gave some psychological hints to his senior brother - if you saw the name of the sword like Lu Xiaoer is a dog, then it would be your senior uncle. It has nothing to do with me.
Although when such a sword name comes out, everyone can guess that it must be Lu Xiaosan who did it.
Lu Xiaoer just glanced at Lu Xiaosan, not knowing what he meant, so he ignored him.
Lu Xiaosan chuckled twice.
The little native dog in my arms probably couldn't bear to watch anymore, and was barking there.
"Le Chaotian shut up."
After Lu Xiaosan finished scolding the little local dog, he looked at his senior brother who was diligently practicing his sword.
In fact, Lu Xiaosan also envied Lu Xiaoer.
It's just that he hasn't entered the Tao yet, and he practices it all the time, which is just some basic sword styles.
"But when my uncle carved the name of the sword, it was really handsome!"
Lu Xiaosan said in amazement.
"Swish, swish, sword light flew around Master Uncle, and then he stood under the umbrella and engraved words on all the swords, using sword intent. Tsk tsk, it would be great if I, Lu Xiaosan, could do the same. "
Lu Xiaosan said and looked at Lu Xiaoer again.
"Senior brother, when will you be able to behave like this?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and raised the sword in his hand to his eyebrows, then let go of his hand. The Xiwu sword with the snowy water did not fall, but started to shuttle around the young boy, but the speed was not very fast. There was only some cold light, but it did not turn into sword light.
"is that so?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at Lu Xiaosan and said.
Lu Xiaosan nodded and said, "Yes! That's it. So senior brother can do it too?"
Lu Xiaoer grasped the sword again, put it back on his knees, and said, "As long as Yun cultivates the three-foot sword intention, he can wield the sword."
"Senior brother, how many feet are there?"
"I don't know, probably a little more than three feet."
Lu Xiaoer is naturally extremely diligent.
It's just that the realm of sword intention will be affected to a large extent by the amount of heaven and earth energy in the divine sea, so this is something that cannot be rushed.
Lu Xiaosan said sincerely: "Senior brother, you must remember to protect me in the future."
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while and said, "Lu Xiaosan, if you continue to seek death like this, I may not be able to protect you."
Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said, "Senior brother, just do your best."
Lu Xiaoer didn't say much, just nodded, and sat there for a while longer. Looking at Lu Xiaosan by the pool, he asked cautiously: "Has Master discovered what we hid?"
Lu Xiaosan tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "There shouldn't be. If there is, senior brother, you probably won't be able to see me anymore."
"Then after scaring Uncle Musician, won't we still have to be beaten?"
Lu Xiaosan patted his chest and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, it's okay. It's not raining. Who would spank their children during the Chinese New Year?"
"..."
Lu Xiaosan sat by the Xiaobai Waterfall for a while. After all, he had not really stepped into the threshold of cultivation, and he probably felt a little cold. He picked up the little native dog, walked through the Xiaobai Waterfall, and walked towards the Xiaobai Sword Sect.
"Senior brother, are you cold? I'm going back to warm myself by the fire."
"Go ahead."
Lu Xiaoer held his sword across his knees, quietly refining his sword intent.
Lu Xiaosan hugged the little native dog and walked away through the wind and snow.
...
After Nan Dao finished sweeping away the snow, he and Le Chaotian posted the Spring Festival couplets on the Little Red Building. Together with the lanterns, it gave it a bit of a New Year atmosphere.
The two took the remaining glutinous rice paste and a pair of Spring Festival couplets and walked outside Qingjiao's cabin.
This sword cultivator from the East China Sea has not been out for a long time.
It's just that the swords around the wooden house were so sharp that even the wind and snow were chopped into pieces.
Nan Dao stood on the wooden corridor and carefully pasted the Spring Festival couplets on the door. Le Chaotian just sat aside and laughed softly.
"Tell me, if she comes out of seclusion then, will she lose control and collapse this cabin?"
After all, sword intent is different from the vitality of heaven and earth.
The vitality of heaven and earth is something without will, and the sword intention comes from the thoughts of the sword cultivator.
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "I don't know. I'm just in Baiyi, how do I know about Qinglian?"
The break in the South Island is when you go through the leaves in the canyon.
Entering the world of white clothes with one sword.
At that time, it indeed aroused a lot of sword intent and chopped up many fallen leaves.
"But after all, she has learned swordsmanship for so many years, so she shouldn't be able to control this."
Nan Dao said so.
Le Chaotian thought about it and probably felt that this was also the case.
The two finished pasting the Spring Festival couplets and headed towards the small building against the wind and snow at the mouth of the canyon.
It just hasn’t been long yet.
The wind and snow suddenly became violent, and countless swords were flowing in the mountain snow. Le Chaotian carefully hid under the umbrella of Nandao.
The two of them raised their heads and saw that in the sky, there seemed to be many invisible sharp sword marks cutting through the wind and snow.
Although the momentum is huge.
But the next moment, the two heard a rumbling sound.
Nan Dao and Le Chaotian stopped there with strange expressions, looked at each other for a long time, and then turned back.
Standing in the wind and snow, dressed in red and holding a sword.
Surrounded by it were the collapsed wooden houses that had just been pasted with Spring Festival couplets.
Qingjiao calmly put the sword into its sheath, then looked at the messy wooden house around him, then looked at the two of them, remained silent for a while, and said, "I didn't collapse it."
Le Chaotian looked at the neat and smooth fractures on the collapsed beams and columns, nodded, and said, "I understand, the wind and snow were too heavy, and they collapsed due to the weight of the snow."
Nan Dao didn't pay attention to these things, he just frowned and looked at the sword intent surrounding Qingjiao, and said slowly: "You failed to enter Qinglian?"
Qingjiao stood in the wreckage of the wooden house and said softly: "Yes."
"Why?"
"My sword didn't find its landing spot."
Sword intention and sword intention are naturally more important than thoughts.
It's just that Nan Dao doesn't understand why Qingjiao's sword has no landing point?
Nan Dao looked at Qingjiao for a long time. The woman in red from the East China Sea said nothing. She just calmly held the scabbard and sat down in the wind and snow.
His expression may be a little pale, or maybe it's because the snowy red clothes are too bright.
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Maybe this itself is telling you that you need to stay in the world and walk around a little longer."
Qingjiao raised her eyes and glanced at Le Chaotian, remained silent for a while, and said, "Maybe so."
The two of them from Nandao didn't say anything else, and walked back to the small building through the wind and snow.
The woman in red from the East China Sea was left sitting quietly in the wind and snow. After a long time, she coughed slightly, and the corners of her lips turned a little red.
Fortunately, white clothes are better than snow, and red clothes are better than blood.
Maybe some blood splashed onto the clothes, but maybe it wasn't noticeable.
So Qingjiao just calmly raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips.
Then he looked at the sword on his knees.
Her sword naturally has a landing point.
But at that moment, when the sword intent swallowed the vitality of heaven and earth and broke through, her mind wavered.
In other words, it is a kind of doubt that exists in instinct.
After entering the Green Lotus Realm of Sword Intention in the World, can I defeat that person?
Such thoughts only occurred for a moment.
However, when this thought flashed through his mind, Qingjiao's expression changed.
The sword intention with the thought of sword cultivation as its core was unable to withstand the influx of heaven and earth energy at that moment of vacillation.
At that moment, the sword intent that came from the thoughts in his heart seemed to suddenly have the weight of the human world, as heavy as a thousand pieces of stone, falling from the divine sea.
When Qingjiao saw this scene, he knew that it was impossible to break through the realm of sword intent this time. Even if those sword intents were not dispersed, even the Divine Sea might fall into chaos.
So she had to unsheath her sword and cut through the wind and snow to disperse those sword intentions.
certainly.
This kind of story is something that the world doesn’t pay attention to.
Probably what they will pay attention to is that the wooden house was indeed collapsed by green peppers.
...
Of course the wooden house was not collapsed by the wind and snow.
The beams and pillars this time were very hard, and I personally asked Wu Dalong, a master craftsman in the mountain, for advice.
So even if you don't look at the smooth cross-sections of those beams and columns, Nandao can still see it.
The two returned to the small building and quietly looked at the woman in red who was silent in the wind and snow.
"Becoming an immortal will turn you into a madman, practicing Taoism will turn you into a fool, and practicing swordsmanship will turn you into a sick man." Le Chaotian sat down on the snow-cleared corridor of Nandao and said with a soft smile: "So, after all, It’s probably not as happy as being a human being.”
Nan Dao turned to look at Le Chaotian and said, "So junior brother is just living in the world?"
Le Chaotian thought for a while and said, "Maybe, but I want to tell the world to be a worldly person first."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said softly: "I thought I was the only one who would find practice to be a boring thing."
Le Chaotian said in agreement: "Cultivation is naturally an extremely boring thing. After practicing, you are still living in the world, no different from the world. So you see those Taoist cultivators in the past, they often practice and practice. Drowning myself.”
"But sometimes you have to admit that spiritual practice can indeed bring many benefits."
Le Chaotian said with regret.
"for example?"
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian quietly.
"For example, after learning Taoism, if there is someone you want to see, no matter how far away you are, as long as you are willing to see it, you can always see it. For example, the mountains and mountains in the world have many wonderful scenery, but if people want to see them, they often can only I sigh at the sight, but practitioners can walk as they please. Even if Lingnan Sword Cultivators are criticized by the world, after all, they are still higher than the world, and they can also see many mountains and rivers that the world cannot go to. "
Nan Dao said softly: "It is indeed."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "So it's not good to be too low, and it's not good to be too high. Don't be an ignorant person, and don't be an enlightened person. Being ignorant is ignorant, and being enlightened is painful. Everything in life is nothing but coincidence. Two words.”
Nan Dao looked at the Donghai sword cultivator.
"What about her?"
"She's heading towards pain."
Le Chaotian said softly.
"When a sword cultivator breaks through, the sword has no impact, which means that she is also afraid of something. What can bring fear is often painful. Maybe getting rid of the pain and breaking the fear will allow her to be able to She will go further and further on the path of spiritual practice, but at the same time, she will also lose many things that the world has given her and that the world has."
"what is that?"
"I don't know, everyone has his own thing."
"Is this wrong?"
Le Chaotian suppressed his smile and squinted his eyes to watch the snowstorm quietly.
"There is no right or wrong in this world."
Le Chaotian looked at the vast wind and snow in the world and said calmly.
"It's just uncle and nephew."
What are uncle and nephew?
Le Chaotian once said something like this to Nan Dao in September - when the boy climbed up with difficulty, the uncle jumped out, dear young boy, this is not allowed.
Nan Dao looked at his inexplicable junior brother quietly.
Le Chaotian probably noticed Nan Dao's gaze, turned back and smiled slightly.
"Senior brother, there is a mountain when you open the door, but I am the mountain."
The mountain that opens the door to the South Island is the mountain of spiritual practice.
So what kind of mountain is Le Chaotian’s mountain?
Maybe it's green mountains, maybe it's snowy mountains.
The South Island may still be seeing mountains.
Nan Dao looked at it quietly for a long time, then turned back and said with a soft smile: "It doesn't matter."
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "Why doesn't it matter?"
"I will always go and see what is behind the mountain." Nan Dao said slowly while looking at the wind and snow in the world. "It's like I once met a certain senior in a dream, and he said certain things to me, telling me that there might be nothing behind the mountain, but I still told him that I would go and see for myself."
"Mountains, mountains and rivers are nothing more than the human world."
Le Chaotian chuckled softly and said: "Yes, mountains and rivers are only in the human world. Whether you have seen the things you wish for or not seen the things you wish for, it is just a human world that you can accept calmly."
Nan Dao sat on the railing, picked up the wine bottle at his waist, and took a sip of peach blossom wine.
"So, junior brother and I have gone through such big twists and turns, and you just want to tell me this?"
"Maybe yes, maybe not." Le Chaotian just smiled.
