Naturally, Nan Dao had no way of knowing what Chen He was doing.
When they left Tianshang Town and returned to the canyon through the mountain snow, they found Lu Xiaoxiao and the others standing on the cliff outside the canyon.
"Senior sister, what are you doing here, looking at the snow?"
Nan Dao walked over and asked doubtfully.
Everyone looked back at Nan Dao, who was coming from the other side of the canyon. Qingjiao, who was standing in the crowd holding a sword, had a gentle voice today.
"No, you are sending it to me."
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment, then walked to the middle of the crowd holding an umbrella, looked at the woman in red for a long time, and then asked: "Are you going back to the East China Sea?"
Qingjiao turned back, looked at the snow on the mountain outside the cliff, and said slowly: "Yes."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and looked at Lu Xiaoxiao and the others, but he didn't know what to say.
Qingjiao looked at the Lingnan Snow Mountains quietly and said softly: "I stayed in the canyon mainly because I was entrusted by Senior Tingfeng Yin to protect you here for a while, but you can defeat me now, so naturally you no longer need Such shelter. And..."
Qingjiao looked at Lu Xiaoxiao and the others, with a somewhat guilty look on her face.
"A place like Lingnan is not cold enough, and it is easy for people to have random thoughts - living here is too much like the world, and it is inevitable that you will have many other thoughts."
Although she looked a little guilty, maybe it was because she was talking about Lingnan's shortcomings.
However, Lu Xiaoxiao today did not refute, but just nodded in agreement.
"Yes."
The two women who were once tit-for-tat looked at each other quietly for a long time, then each chuckled and turned their heads.
Nan Dao remembered what Le Chaotian said before - she was walking towards pain.
"Is this what you realized after you failed to break through?"
Qingjiao said softly: "Yes."
The cliff edge became quiet.
Nan Dao looked at Le Chaotian not far away. This junior brother didn't say anything today, he just stood there with a smile.
The five little ones were clustered together, standing behind Lu Xiaoxiao.
Wu Dalong was holding a sword in his hand - it looked like it was newly made.
Seeing that the Donghai sword cultivator had indeed decided to leave, Wu Dalong didn't advise him to wait until after the New Year, and just handed over the sword.
"Although you just lived alone outside the canyon after you came, you still helped us some after all." At this time, Wu Dalong was not very good at talking, and he spoke in a confused manner. Lu Xiaoxiao was beside him. He glared at him, took the sword away, handed it to Qingjiao, and said with a smile: "This sword was struck by Dalong himself. We don't have anything good here. Since everyone is a swordsman, let's give it to him." I give you the sword as a parting gift."
Qingjiao smiled softly, but did not refuse. He took it, nodded and said, "Thank you."
The sword was naturally just an ordinary sword. It was not taken out of the sword throwing pool, and it did not have a name engraved on it. It was probably just a sword meant as a memorial.
A group of people stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time. They probably had nothing more to say. Maybe they had already talked about it for a long time and were just waiting for Nan Dao to come back.
After a long period of silence, Qingjiao held the two swords in his hands, looked at everyone and said, "Then I'm leaving."
Lu Xiaoxiao and the others nodded, Qingjiao turned and headed towards the mountain road below the canyon.
However, Nan Dao suddenly remembered something and said, "Sister, please wait a moment, I will see you off."
Then he turned around and walked towards the Little Red Building. He walked out not long after, holding a string of money bells in his hand, which was probably the one that Le Chaotian hung under the eaves.
"Junior brother once said that living in the world, whether it is a worldly person or a practitioner, you will always be happier if you have money than if you have no money."
Nan Dao handed over the money bags and said sincerely: "It would be better to carry more money while walking on the road."
Le Chaotian on the side said with a smile: "This is the most reasonable thing."
Qingjiao glanced at the smiling junior brother, and then said softly: "Okay."
Then the two of them walked down the mountain path.
Lu Xiaoxiao and the others were giving instructions to Nan Dao from behind.
"Come back early, Junior Brother, and we will steam bacon for dinner tonight."
Nan Dao nodded, holding an umbrella and walking with Qingjiao in the snow.
The two of them walked a long way until they left the mountain gate of Tianya Sword Sect and walked on the snowy mountain path. Qingjiao looked at the snowy branches on both sides and chuckled softly: "You want me to bring a letter, I guess."
Nan Dao walked under the umbrella and said a little embarrassedly: "Yes."
As he spoke, he took out a letter from his arms. He probably wrote it in a hurry when he went upstairs.
Qingjiao looked at the letter and said as he walked: "What did you write this time?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Happy New Year, peace and prosperity, and all the best."
It is a very simple and beautiful blessing.
Qingjiao took the letter from Nan Dao and gave Nan Dao a strange look.
"Sister, why are you looking at me like this?"
Qingjiao put away the letter and said softly: "It's nothing, if you write something like this, I will go back to Donghai Sword Sect to celebrate the New Year."
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment and said, "Didn't you plan to go back to celebrate the New Year before?"
"That's not true, I'm just still thinking about it, but that's fine. I can go back and spend this new year in peace and contentment, and then start over."
Qingjiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe when I was thinking about leaving before, I was actually hesitating.
Nan Dao nodded, looked at Qingjiao and said gratefully: "Thank you, senior sister."
Probably because it was not getting very early, the two of them took advantage of the sword wind and headed towards the Tingfeng Sword Sect.
Although Lingnan is still in a state of mountain closure, it is probably because things have almost been settled, and the Chinese New Year is approaching, so the mountain is closed in name, but in fact it is much more relaxed.
Qingjiao naturally wanted to go to Tingfeng River to say goodbye to Tingfeng Yin before leaving.
Fengqiling can stretch across the north and south, so it is naturally a large mountain range. However, the two of them were sword cultivators after all, so they had some thoughts of rushing, but they quickly passed through the large mountain snow and appeared at Tingfeng Stream. side.
Listening to the wind, they were cooking and drinking with Gu Shanhong on the stream.
Because the Chinese New Year was about to come, there were no sword cultivators by the stream, so it was quite quiet to listen to this sword cultivator telling some messy stories.
Seeing Nan Dao and Qingjiao suddenly arrive, the two of them were a little surprised. They looked at Nan Dao and said with a smile: "You don't have to send letters to celebrate the New Year? Lingling Pavilion also celebrates the New Year."
Qingjiao saluted the two of them.
"I do need to deliver the letter, but I am here to deliver it. I came here today just to say goodbye to the two seniors."
Ting Feng Yin was stunned for a moment, but Gu Shanhong didn't have much idea. He just sat on the bridge and drank wine in the wind and snow - after all, although Qingjiao said he was saying goodbye to the two seniors, in fact, Gu Shanhong and This Donghai sword cultivator is not familiar to him. So he just picked up the wine glass, nodded with a smile, and then drank by himself.
Ting Fengyin was naturally a little surprised. After being stunned for a moment, he looked at Qingjiao suspiciously and said, "Why do you want to go back all of a sudden?"
Qingjiao chuckled softly, walked onto the bridge, and sat down by the stove where the two were cooking wine. She put the sword in her hand aside, picked up the wine pot on the stove and refilled the empty cup that Ting Feng Yin drank. a glass of wine.
"Because Lingnan is a beautiful and comfortable place that can kill one's will. It's probably not suitable for people like me to stay here for a long time."
Listening to Feng Yin, he always felt that this sentence was a bit strange, and then he noticed the somewhat sluggish sword intent around Qingjiao, and seemed to understand something.
"You failed to break through?"
As soon as these words came out, Gu Shanhong also looked over.
Qingjiao just said with a normal expression: "Yes."
Ting Fengyin was silent for a while, then sighed softly: "I'm sorry."
Qingjiao said in confusion: "Senior, what do you want to apologize for?"
Gu Shanhong chuckled and said, "After all, it was Lingnan who delayed you."
Probably also through the influence of that happy man, Qingjiao said somewhat freely at this time: "The seniors didn't force me to stay at the beginning. The choice was made by myself. Naturally, the two seniors don't have to feel guilty."
Qingjiao also looked at Nan Dao, who was holding an umbrella at the end of the bridge.
"Junior brother, so are you."
Nan Dao nodded slightly.
"But I have a question for you, senior."
Ting Fengyin probably guessed what Qingjiao wanted to ask, but still nodded and said, "What question?"
Qingjiao lowered her head, looked at the fire in the snow, and said softly: "Senior, do you really not know where Chen Qingshan is?"
Tingfeng Yin said calmly: "I don't know, I haven't heard the wind."
Then he hesitated a little, looked at Qingjiao and said, "The last time he appeared was in the East China Sea."
Qingjiao said slowly: "Is it the time when Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu climbed the cliff to ask for a sword?"
"Yes, he is the Taoist in the story who almost killed Zhang Xiaoyu at Shanhe Temple in the East China Sea."
Qingjiao said nothing more, nodded and said, "Thank you, senior."
The three of them sat on the bridge for a while. When Ting Feng Yin and Gu Shanhong both finished their glasses of wine, the woman in red from the East China Sea Sword Sect gave them another refill, and then used the vitality of heaven and earth to drink. Turning into a wine glass, he poured a glass for himself and Nan Dao, raised the glass and laughed softly: "Goodbye from now on..."
Ting Feng Yin smiled slightly and said, "See you again when Ting Feng Yin comes."
"It's okay to meet again when we listen to the waves."
Gu Shanhong said as he looked at the woman from the East China Sea Jingtao Sword Sect.
The four of them raised their glasses and drank.
The woman in red abandoned her cup and left with her sword.
A few people watched quietly by the bridge. A red dress kept flying in the wind and snow. It wasn't until they walked far to the north that it turned into a sword light and disappeared suddenly.
"Who is Chen Qingshan?"
Nan Dao, who had been standing quietly under the umbrella, suddenly looked at the two of them and asked such a question.
This was the first time he heard this name, and he probably understood what the woman in red looked back at Qingshan when he asked Qingjiao who he wanted to kill.
Chen Qingshan.
Ting Fengyin said softly: "He is the senior disciple of the original Shanhe Guanshan Sect and Zhang Xiaoyu's senior brother. Later, for some unknown reason, he joined the He Sect. The He Sect in these years was in the hands of Chen Qingshan."
Nan Dao was just curious about who the person who wanted to kill Zhang Xiaoyu and Qingjiao was, but he never thought that there would be an unexpected gain.
"I see."
Nan Dao said very calmly.
Ting Fengyin looked at Nan Dao quietly and said, "I know you were once hunted by people from the He Sect, but don't try to do stupid things. Chen Qingshan is an extremely outstanding Taoist cultivator among the younger generation. Neither Chen Huaifeng nor Zhang Xiaoyu can be his opponent..."
Nan Dao said softly: "I know, I just think it's a coincidence."
Destiny is naturally more than just the misses that come and go.
It is also the intersection of water and water.
"There is no coincidence." Gu Shanhong on the side said softly: "If you have listened to the wind by the stream for many years, you will find that the intersection between people is only six people apart at most. "
Nan Dao said in confusion: "What do you mean?"
Tingfeng Yin smiled softly and said, "It means that you only need to pass through six people at most before you can get to know anyone in the world."
Nan Dao said in confusion: "Why is this happening?"
Tingfeng Yin smiled and said: "Living in the world, everyone has an inevitable connection."
Naturally, this can be heard from the wind, not from playing Genshin Impact.
"So don't think that this is something destined by fate, it's just inevitable in the world." Ting Fengyin said very seriously.
Nan Dao did not continue to ask, nodded and said, "I understand."
Gu Shanhong changed the subject, looked at Nandao and said, "How are the peach blossoms blooming there?"
Nan Dao looked at Gu Shanhong and said, "It's a good drive."
"Come some?"
Gu Shanhong said with a smile.
"good."
But before Gu Shanhong's sword could be unsheathed, the Parrot Island in the South Island had already turned into light and disappeared.
Gu Shanhong was stunned for a moment and said, "How has your sword intention improved so quickly?"
Although it is not far from Zhiting Fengxi to Tianya Sword Sect, it is not a short distance either.
Just in white clothes, it is naturally impossible to go back and forth with sword light.
Nan Dao said softly: "Because my practice has declined recently, but I happened to have tempered some of my sword power, and..."
The young man under the umbrella looked at the wind and snow outside the umbrella, and said slowly: "During the wind and snow, my sword will be stronger."
When we were in the canyon, Nandao took advantage of the fine snow in the world and entered the realm of white clothing on the cliff.
Wind and snow are something that Nandao may need to avoid throughout his life, but it is also the creation of heaven and earth that is quite consistent with his sword intention.
Ting Fengyin and Gu Shanhong both nodded thoughtfully.
Parrot Island soon left and returned, carrying a peach blossom covered with snow on his sword.
Gu Shanhong did not clean it up, but directly threw a whole branch into the wine pot on the stove.
Nan Dao did not compete with the two for the peach blossom wine. He just heated his wine pot on the stove, then stood up with an umbrella, said goodbye to the two sword cultivators who were pouring snow and cooking wine, and walked along the Qingxi headed towards Tianya Sword Sect.
Gu Shanhong and Ting Fengyin sat on the Xixue Bridge, quietly watching the young man holding an umbrella and carrying a sword as he walked away.
Tingfeng Yin looked at it for a long time, then turned to look at Gu Shanhong, and said with a soft smile: "Junior brother seems to be very envious."
Gu Shanhong turned around, poured a glass of hot wine, drank it with a sigh, and said: "If you give me such a ridiculous speed of entry, even if I suffer some suffering, I will feel it is worth it."
Gu Shanhong used such an amazing word as "biqi", and he probably felt a little bit unparalleled in his heart.
Ting Fengyin just laughed softly and said nothing.
Gu Shanhong said curiously: "Senior brother, aren't you envious?"
Tingfeng Yin shook his head and said calmly: "I'm not envious."
Gu Shanhong thought for a while and said, "Then I'm not envious anymore."
The old swordsman with white hair on the temples raised his eyebrows and looked at Gu Shanhong.
"Why?"
"Senior brother, after hearing so many rumors, he is not envious. I think there is a big problem, so he is probably not envious."
Gu Shanhong said with a slight smile.
Tingfeng Yin picked up the wine glass and said softly: "Yes."
.......
When Nan Dao returned to Tianya Sword Sect, everyone had been waiting in the small building for a long time.
It is already the night of the 28th.
Lu Xiaoxiao was holding a large pot on the big stove in Le Chaotian. Some aged bacon that had been left for a long time was cooked in it. It was also the bacon smoked by Xiaobai Jianzong last year.
Originally, this year we should be more generous. After all, this year we have a rich junior brother. Wealth first leads to wealth later, and everyone becomes wealthy.
It was just that during the last period of this year, the snow was too heavy, and the mountains in Lingnan were closed, so Wu Dalong did not go down the mountain to Zhenluoli outside the mountain. Although Lingnan is very close to the human world, probably no swordsman would like to feed some pigs in the mountains. Even if there were, they wouldn't sell many of them.
Fortunately, because of Le Chaotian's love for hot pot, there were a lot of things prepared in the mountains, so there was no need to worry about spending this new year in embarrassment.
Aged bacon naturally has the flavor of old bacon, but Le Chaotian still wants to eat freshly smoked bacon.
But when Lu Xiaoxiao wanted to eat and went down the mountain to kill the pig in the town, Le Chaotian still laughed and didn't mention it again.
And there are only a few days left. Even if the pigs are really killed, there will be no fresh bacon this year.
When Nan Dao walked up to the steaming small building with all the wind and snow, Le Chaotian was colluding with Lu Xiaosan, talking about how the fresh bacon was delicious, which was a sign of a united front, while Lu Xiaoer sat there with a guilty conscience. Over at Wu Dalong, Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaowu looked longingly at the pot, while Lu Xiaoyi was helping Lu Xiaoxiao.
I was feeling happy at first, but when I saw Nan Dao coming back covered with snow, I felt inexplicably disappointed.
Naturally, it was not because of Nan Dao, but because of a certain Donghai sword cultivator who had already left.
Although Qingjiao lived in the mountains, she didn't have much communication with other people.
But after all, the small wooden house was built bit by bit, collapsed by the wind and snow, and built again bit by bit. In addition, the red clothes were particularly eye-catching, but it still left some impression on the hearts of several young boys.
Facts have proved that what they were worried about at the beginning, whether to ask Qingjiao to celebrate the New Year together, would not happen at all.
When the New Year was approaching, the sword cultivator went back to the East China Sea alone.
However, this emotion only spread for a moment, and when Lu Xiaoxiao opened the lid of the pot, he was dissipated by the aroma of steamed bacon that surged out instantly.
The little boys all sat obediently by the stove. Nan Dao also sat down next to Le Chaotian. Lu Xiaoxiao stood by the stove, wiping the sweat from the roast on his forehead and using the bacon inside. Insert the chopsticks into it and break it into smaller pieces of meat.
Because we have to wait for the South Island, the bacon has been steamed for a long time and is quite soft, but it also has the inherent firewood flavor of bacon. After tearing it open, the crimson meat color inside is revealed, paired with the steaming water. The fragrance made everyone drool.
Le Chaotian sat there upright, smiling and pushing back the bowl of chili powder that Lu Xiaosan handed over.
After Lu Xiaoxiao finished his work, he picked up the bacon and placed it on the big plate surrounded by everyone, and shouted with a smile.
"Eat bacon!"
