Nan Dao stood on the corridor where the sound of wind and snow gradually subsided, holding an umbrella and quietly looking at the snow-capped mountains outside the mountains in the night.
The building was brightly lit and very lively - Lu Xiaoxiao and the others were preparing fish hot pot.
Lu Xiaosan's exclamation, Le Chaotian's laughter, Lu Xiaoxiao's scolding, and Wu Dalong's giggle.
All kinds of noisy sounds passed through the slightly opened door and came out of the building.
The flavor of the New Year in the mountains is naturally tranquil with a little bit of excitement.
It's like a cluster of peach blossoms blooming in a mountain snow.
When Nan Dao was thinking this, he heard Lu Xiaoxiao's call.
"Junior brother, get ready to eat!"
Nan Dao smiled softly, turned around, opened the door, and walked in.
It was extremely warm in the building, the fire was strong, and the large pot placed in the center of the building was steaming.
The ingredients that have been processed are placed beside the stove - fresh fish chopped into pieces, dumplings, meatballs, vermicelli that have been wrapped in the snow and frozen in advance, as well as slices of meat and some stored vegetables.
Although hot pot requires fresh cabbage to be delicious, even Le Chaotian, who is obsessed with cabbage, has to admit that in a year of heavy snow, it is difficult to have fresh cabbage.
When Nan Dao came in, Lu Xiaoxiao was cooking the fish in advance.
Lu Xiaosan, the young boys and Le Chaotian were sitting in a circle around the stove. Lu Xiaoyi was pouring wine for everyone with the peach blossom wine that Nan Dao had brought back from Tianshang Town.
But the diligent Wu Dalong was free today.
After all, Lu Xiao was spending his new year in the Tianya Sword Sect. As the leader of a sect, Wu Dalong should always be somewhat majestic, so he placed him in the main position of Zhengdong and waited for food with peace of mind.
While Lu Xiaoxiao was placing the dishes, he called Nan Dao to sit down - next to Wu Dalong and Le Chaotian, a vacant seat was left and some dishes were placed.
After Lu Xiaoxiao had finished all those things, he sat down on the other side of Wu Dalong, picked up a full cup of peach blossom wine, looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Happy New Year, little boys."
"Happy New Year, senior brother and sister (master and uncle)!"
Le Chaotian put down the cup and said with a smile: "Senior sister, what about me?"
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the young man with a smile and said, "Don't you want to be a young man?"
Le Chaotian chuckled, but didn't say anything else.
Of course a man will remain a boy until he dies.
Wu Dalong, who secretly played with firecrackers in the courtyard of Tianya Jianzong, understood this deeply.
Lu Xiaoxiao, however, looked at Nan Dao who was watching everyone quietly, smiled softly and said, "Junior brother, happy birthday."
Nan Dao was not too surprised. He just smiled, raised his glass and said, "Thank you, senior sister."
As we all know, Lu Xiaosan is a good traitor.
Le Chaotian on the side was putting a piece of fish meat into his bowl. Hearing these two words of conversation, he turned his chopsticks to Nan Dao's bowl, only put it halfway, then took it back and put another small piece. Boil the cabbage in the pot and put it into the Nandao bowl.
"Senior brother, happy birthday."
"..."
Although Le Chaotian's expression was very sincere, the piece of cabbage seemed a bit perfunctory.
Le Chaotian chuckled softly, looked at the fish in his bowl and looked at the cabbage in Nandao's bowl, and said very reasonably: "Eating fish during the New Year is to have more than enough every year, but on my senior brother's birthday, I naturally don't eat fish. After all, although the fish is fresh, it’s also fishy, so it’s better to eat some cabbage so that you can walk in the world innocently.”
Lu Xiaosan on the side nodded in agreement and said: "So let us eat the fish..."
Before he could say anything, Lu Xiaoyi, who understood Lu Xiaoxiao's eyes, touched his head.
“If you’re celebrating the New Year, don’t spank your children!”
With Lu Xiaoxiao's support, Lu Xiaoyi said confidently: "That's an adult's business, and I'm still just a child."
Lu Xiaosan held his bowl and muttered there.
Wu Dalong, the leader of the sect, finally spoke, looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Okay, okay, let's eat hot pot."
Today's Wu Dalong has to give some face to even Lu Xiaoxiao, let alone the young boys.
So Lu Xiaosan smiled happily again: "Okay, uncle."
All the troubles in the world can be solved by simply eating hot pot.
The last hot pot event in Dafengli's 1003rd year - no one knew whether this was still 1003, or maybe it had already reached 1004. After all, the years in the mountains were not as clear as those outside the mountains.
But in short, everyone had a great time eating this hot pot.
Especially Lu Xiaosan and Le Chaotian.
There are fish to eat and hot pot, which is naturally the ultimate happiness on earth.
If there are still two roast chickens, I can probably become immortal immediately.
Nan Dao never ate much, he just kept drinking. He probably drank too much, and looked at the young boys with a slight smile as he was a little tipsy.
At the end of one thousand and three years of the Gale Calendar, the young man is still the one under the umbrella.
It's just that there are probably a lot less depressed emotions.
Naturally, hot pot should be eaten slowly.
Eat it at the same time, and pair it with some warm peach blossom stuffing, which makes the young people extremely satisfied.
Nothing to do in Lingnan, just eat hot pot.
The Lingnan hills, which have experienced strong winds for a thousand and three years, slowly disappeared into the deep night amidst the laughter and laughter.
...
Wang Xiaoer, the owner of a wine shop in Donghai Town, sat in the closed shop and cooked two bowls of noodles.
It was placed next to the window, with lights outside the window, adding a lot of warmth to the town that was not already very cold in the heat emitted from the sword-making furnaces.
Wang Xiaoer didn't know why he had to cook two bowls of noodles.
It was the New Year's Eve, and he had no plans to prepare a lively New Year's Eve dinner, so he ordered himself a bowl of noodles, thinking it was the New Year's Eve.
Only when he was down there, the young shopkeeper who once opened a wine shop and was beaten, hesitated a little, and then cooked two bowls.
One bowl was placed on the opposite table, and the other bowl was placed in front of him. While looking at the lights outside the window, he ate the other bowl quietly.
The other bowl was prepared for Qiu Shui, the woman who walked down the cliff that day.
Wang Xiaoer didn't know what happened to make the woman who had lived in the imagination of the world for a thousand years suddenly walk off the cliff.
The reason for cooking that bowl of noodles was probably because he was afraid that the woman would fall off the cliff. When she came back in a hurry before the New Year, she didn't even have a bowl of hot rice.
Even if he is not a practitioner, he can actually guess some.
Mojian Cliff doesn't care about worldly affairs. If the people on the cliff suddenly come down from the cliff, they are probably old and dying.
But what if it doesn’t?
People in the small town look up at that high cliff all day long. Although they have never actually gone up there, they always have longing for it.
What's more, such a small seaside town is so famous in the world, naturally because there is such a high cliff here, and there were such people on the cliff.
Wang Xiaoer was eating noodles there and thinking wildly.
If such a person really never comes back, what will happen to Yashang?
Although he knew there was another woman in white on the cliff.
But can she sit peacefully on that high cliff like the Lord of Qiushui Cliff, making the world afraid to look up?
Wang Xiaoer was eating noodles and suddenly found that the noodles cooked today were not delicious, maybe because he was distracted.
After realizing this, the young man who opened a noodle shop in Renjing Liquor laughed to himself again.
You are a person from below, why are you still worrying about things on the cliff?
It's the people below.
Also the people below.
Wang Xiaoer didn't think so much anymore. He sighed and finished the noodles in the bowl. Then he put away the bowl and chopsticks, and touched another bowl. It was still warm, because he was worried that the noodles would burn, so This bowl was actually run through cold water before being put into the noodle soup.
Wang Xiaoer looked out the window again. The streets of the town were brightly lit late at night, and there was a steam of heat floating on the streets.
But there was no such woman walking back from the long street, looking at this human shopkeeper and saying, "Bring me a bowl of noodles."
Wang Xiaoer waited for the bowl of noodles for a long time, and finally determined that such a person would probably not come back.
So he brought the noodles from the table to him, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Gray hair is gone and never comes back.
I'll eat two bowls.
...
The high cliff is cold.
After all, the moonlight on December 15th cannot be found on New Year's Eve.
A waterfall of green hair was scattered on the steps of the sword. A woman in a white dress had a sword across her knees, sitting there quietly looking at a distant mountain somewhere in the world.
The Styx hangs over the heads of the world, but not over Mojian Cliff.
But when everything was about to pass away, the man on this 3,600-foot-high cliff still calmly walked into the world with his sword, and never came back.
When a certain black boat went upstream, passed through a human barrier, and truly fell into the River Styx.
The woman in the white dress finally raised her hand to hold the sword, then stood up calmly, took one last look at the world, and walked towards the top of the cliff step by step.
Peaceful of course.
Death yes.
So does cliff climbing.
This lonely high cliff in the world may eventually slowly eliminate all sounds over the years.
But until it truly, like Hangu Temple, no longer falls into the eyes of the world, someone still needs to sit on the top of the cliff.
Perhaps until one day many years later, a naughty child in the town suddenly stepped onto those sword steps, only to find that the sword intent had disappeared without a trace.
Mojian Cliff will truly cease to exist.
The high cliff is still there, but the sword cliff is no longer there.
Qiu Xi'er calmly passed through the last thousand feet of fierce sword intent, and then stopped in front of the last sword step on the high cliff.
She was in the Cliff Lord realm many years ago.
It’s not the realm of the human cliff master.
But the main realm of Jianyaya.
In such a realm where only the names are different, perhaps in the eyes of the world, there is no difference.
It’s just that Cong Ren is in this realm.
Kamigawa too.
Being able to step onto the last sword level is the true Cliff Lord realm.
Qiu Xi'er stopped there and stood calmly for a long time, then held her sword upside down and climbed up the cliff in one step.
There is a mighty sword wind blowing down from the high cliff to the world.
So at that moment, the world knew.
This is the fourteenth generation owner of Mojian Cliff.
Qiu Xi'er, the daughter of Qiu Shui, a descendant of Bai Yi.
Perhaps the eyes of thousands of people in the world have passed over the prosperity of the New Year and fallen on this high cliff from a distant place, perhaps with the drunkenness of pouring a cup, or perhaps with the calmness of wandering around the world.
But such things have nothing to do with the people on the cliff.
Qiu Xi'er just walked through the Zhuojian Terrace calmly, without sadness or joy, and also crossed the clear spring on the high cliff where a sword had been hidden. She held the sword and walked to the edge of the high cliff, where she faced the world. A sea of night stopped quietly.
It seems that the sound of some waves is heard in the world.
It seems to come from such a distant sea of 490,000 miles.
But that's not Donghai's voice.
It was the voice from Qiu Xi'er's divine sea.
This cold woman who was once known as the Three Young Swordsmen with Zhang Xiaoyu and Cheng Lu has always been in the sixth realm of the trail.
If we look at the realm of the human world, it does not even count as a cultivator in the upper realm.
But when she sat quietly on those sword steps for fifteen days, she was already in the ninth realm of the small path where all the Dao fruits had been shaken.
Nan Dao once asked Tao Hua a question.
If people in the world continue to stay in a low realm, can they make the realm extremely solid?
Taohua's answer at that time was, of course, but people in the world don't have such a long time to settle down if they are a hundred years old.
Qiuxier has it.
Gouqian has been dead for a thousand years.
Therefore, this woman in white who had once rejected a certain boy as a human being remained at the sixth level of the trail until she stepped onto the sword steps and climbed the cliff to view the sea.
To the east is a high cliff to view the sea.
Then it became a road with nine folds of waves.
...
Autumn water was once the thirteen folds of the human world.
So does Cong Ren.
White wind and rain thank Chaoyu, there are twelve folds.
...
"Is there the sound of waves in the world?"
Xiaodaotong Wang Xiaohua asked curiously.
The Taoist next to me looked at the snowy night sky for a long time, then lowered his head, looked at the lanterns on the streets of the town, and said sadly: "Yes, it is a very vast sea."
"How wide is it?"
"As wide as a high cliff."
Wang Xiaohua looked very troubled when she heard this very strange description.
I probably really don’t understand what a weird explanation this is.
But she didn't continue to ask.
I'm afraid if I continue to ask, this Taoist who is already over seventy years old will say some weird things again.
"Are we still in the human world?"
"Yes."
Wang Xiaohua's human world means a place with people.
On December 15th, Fortune teller said that he would take her to see how the world celebrates the New Year, so the two of them rarely left the endless mountain roads and walked into the long bluestone paved road in the world. street.
Some places are very quiet, and some places are very lively. Wang Xiaohua, who has lived at the foot of the mountain since she was a child, has never seen or heard of such liveliness. It seems that there are people everywhere, people coming and going, and the sound of stepping on the street, They are all as numerous as a large river.
There are also various aromas, some of which are the aromas of powder that women put on their bodies, as my grandma once said, and some of which are the aromas of food that you know are delicious when you smell it.
But the old Taoist fortune teller, who might have had a very expensive mirror, only exchanged some copper plates for Wang Xiaohua to buy a bunch of candied haws after he temporarily told people's fortunes.
Wang Xiaohua was laughing while eating candied haws.
Because the divination operator is talking nonsense.
He said that the young man who said he was extremely unlucky and had no roots in the world would become a famous swordsman in the future.
Although Wang Xiaohua was blindfolded, she could sense many things.
However, she still remembered the boy's name, You Qingshan.
The name sounds a bit like that.
If she doesn't look like herself, she'll be called Wang Xiaohua.
If Wang Xiaohua was a famous swordsman in the world, she would probably be ridiculed if she said it.
Wang Xiaohua finished chewing the candied haws and was thinking again, could this old Taoist talk nonsense in Daze and didn't take her to the human world because his name was not nice?
Others are Xie Chaoyu and Bai Yuyao, but you call yourself Wang Xiaohua?
Even if it is called Zhang Xiaoyu, it sounds better than Wang Xiaohua.
The little Taoist boy had been thinking wildly for a long time. After leaving the small town on the seaside plain, he never thought about these issues again.
So after hearing Bu Suanzi say yes, Wang Xiaohua thought she was still in a small town in the world.
"Which city is this again? Last time it was Qingjiao City, could it be Qingshang this time?"
Bu Suanzi probably thought about it for a while, maybe even pinched his fingers to calculate, because Wang Xiaohua felt his fingers move.
"No, this is a seaside town called Gangshanghua."
The little Taoist boy who was born around the ancient city in the south naturally understands what the flowers on the pole mean.
"So there is also a poker room here?"
"Yes, but not many, and most of them have gone out of business."
"Why did it close down? Don't they like playing cards?"
Wang Xiaohua has a hard time understanding why people don't like playing cards.
"Probably so."
Bu Suanzi said, holding the little Taoist boy's hand, walked through the long street, and entered the card hall where the owners had gone home to celebrate the New Year, but there was still a table of cards that was still going on.
Listening to the crisp sound of mahjong, the little boy felt like he was back in the south again.
People in Nanyi City like to play cards, and the villages and towns near Nanyi City will naturally also love this pastime.
During the holidays, when everyone goes out to pay New Year greetings, they have to play a few games.
Wang Xiaohua was playing in the snow outside the door.
It is not until night falls that the adults leave with their children in hand and go home.
Maybe the New Year greetings are fake, and finding some tricks is the real thing.
But the card game here is very quiet.
No one banged the table excitedly, and no one threw their cards and made an annoyed sound.
It seemed like no one was playing cards, it was just the mahjongs that were moving on their own.
"Have you finished the New Year? Who is playing cards?"
Wang Xiaohua asked curiously.
The fortune teller on the side held the little Taoist boy's hand and stood quietly at the card table. Looking at the white and black robes in the card game, he said calmly: "They are just two boring people."
"Two people?"
Bu Suanzi looked at the two young men among the four, and he might have looked a little surprised, but this kind of surprise was probably just because he felt that these two people were really bored, so in order to get together for a table of cards, he spent all his time and energy on his own. Drag it over.
"Yes, two people."
Wang Xiaohua heard the clear sounds of people touching and discarding cards from four directions, and felt it was very strange, but there was no fear or panic.
If you are not afraid of old Taoists who talk nonsense, then she is naturally not afraid either.
"How are they playing cards?"
"Both of them played very badly, but one of them was particularly bad. Even your dog can win a lot of money when he comes to the table."
Bu Suanzi said it very sincerely.
So the swordsman in white crushed the Hongzhong in his hand, and the man in black robe sitting opposite him snorted softly.
