It was the second day of the first lunar month in the year 104 of the Dafeng Calendar.
The wind and snow in Lingnan has stopped.
The teenagers were still asleep downstairs, and Lu Xiaosan was lying in front of the big stove snoring.
Le Chaotian did not sleep in today. He got up early in the morning and sat on the corridor, cooking some peach blossom wine on the small stove.
It is obviously a strange thing for Le Chaotian, who rarely drinks alcohol, to cook wine.
Nan Dao was cleaning his two swords there.
Although these two swords have not seen blood as many times as they have seen snow.
But before leaving Lingnan, Nandao still carefully polished the two swords that had been hidden for half a winter.
Probably for a sword cultivator, stains on the sword are more unacceptable than stains on the face.
After wiping for a while, Nan Dao put away the two swords again, carried them behind his back, walked to the small stove, and looked at the wine on the stove.
"Junior brother has been cooking all morning. Is the wine ready yet?"
Le Chaotian just laughed softly and said: "After all, it is the wine before leaving, so it must be cooked carefully."
Nan Dao sat down by the fire: "For example?"
Le Chaotian thought for a while and said: "For example, when it is about to boil, use the vitality of heaven and earth to cool it down, then add some peach blossoms, and repeat this three times."
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Would it taste better this way?"
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "I don't know, it's just a farewell in the world. If there is a singing method of Sandie Yangguan, then I will make wine for my senior brother Sandie Peach Blossom."
Nan Dao laughed and said sincerely: "Thank you, junior brother, but if it doesn't taste good, I won't buy it."
"Hahaha."
The two were talking and laughing when the door behind them opened. It was not Lu Xiaosan, but Lu Xiaoer who was sleeping downstairs.
The handsome young man probably learned some of Nan Dao's original behavior, and there was no expression on his face.
"Uncle Master, are you leaving?"
The young boy asked slowly.
Nan Dao nodded, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Yes..."
Originally, he wanted to say something encouraging, but he felt that at his age, he was actually not much older than Lu Xiaoer, and it always sounded a little weird, so Nan Dao smiled, stopped talking, and just pointed to the stove beside him.
"I will leave when your uncle, the musician, has cooked this pot of wine."
Lu Xiaoer hummed softly, then held two pig's trotter-like hands and walked to the corridor to blow in the wind.
The other teenagers still didn't wake up, and Lu Xiaosan was still snoring.
As for Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong, they went down the mountain road last night and returned to Jianzong.
After Nan Dao said he was leaving today, Lu Xiaowei sighed for a long time. After silently cleaning up the remnants of the hot pot, he went downstairs. When he walked downstairs into the snow, he raised his head and looked at Nan Dao on the corridor. He said that he has been feeling a little uncomfortable recently and will not come to see you off tomorrow.
Nan Dao naturally knew why, and didn't say much. He just said that senior sister should take care of herself.
Lu Xiaoxiao was naturally injured.
It was in order to bring the South Island back that the Divine Sea was forcibly burned, so that the flower of leaving the border withered.
Wu Dalong had been here earlier, when the sky was bright, and he came up with a small cabbage - probably because the cabbage that he didn't bring to the old man He Suozhi became an obsession, or maybe it was because of the Tianya Sword Zong really has nothing.
In other words, there are more swords.
It’s just that Nandao obviously doesn’t lack swords.
So he picked up a cabbage that was almost wilting, ran up to it, and asked Nan Dao to take it with him to eat on the road.
Although Nan Dao was helpless, he still accepted Wu Dalong's kindness.
This senior brother didn't say much, he just laughed and kept saying that this is a good thing, this is a good thing.
Maybe there is still the thought of giving up something when he was in Nanyi City.
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't come, Wu Dalong came and left.
As a result, the canyon became deserted.
It was indeed tedious to cook Le Chaotian's pot of wine. It wasn't until Lu Xiaoer blew the January wind several times that the pot of wine was finally taken off the stove.
Nan Dao took off the wine bottle from his waist and handed it to Le Chaotian. Then he looked at Le Chaotian who was pouring the wine and said, "When will junior brother leave?"
Le Chaotian poured the wine and said with a smile: "Don't worry, a certain Lu puppy agreed to go with me. I have to wait until he gets better before I think about leaving."
Nan Dao didn't say anything, just nodded.
Le Chaotian poured a full bottle into Nan Dao's wine jug, and then handed the wine jug back to Nan Dao.
Nan Dao looked at his very mysterious junior brother for a long time, but in the end he didn't ask anything. He just took the wine bottle that was gradually getting hotter, hung it on his waist, and said with a smile: "Is there any music left today? ?”
Le Chaotian smiled and said, "No more today. After all, it's not good to disturb the young boys."
Nan Dao smiled and nodded, then looked at Lu Xiaoer.
"gone."
Lu Xiaoer nodded and said seriously: "Uncle, walk slowly."
Nan Dao walked into the building, where Lu Xiaosan was still lying there snoring.
Nan Dao didn't wake him up, and walked through the small building and walked downstairs.
When passing by the peach blossom, I stopped and looked at it for a while.
He always felt that there seemed to be many memories hidden in those peach blossoms, but he could no longer remember them.
There is no need to explore things that cannot be remembered.
Nan Dao walked over holding an umbrella.
Although the wind and snow have stopped, the snow on the ground is still very thick, and it will take a long time to slowly dissolve.
When we reached the edge of the canyon, Le Chaotian's voice came from behind.
"Senior brother."
Nan Dao stopped and looked back at the small building.
I saw the young man standing side by side with the young boy on the fence, looking at me with a smile.
"If you go to Jiangdong to catch spring, you will live with it."
"See you tomorrow, senior brother."
Nan Dao smiled and said softly: "Okay."
The young man walked away in the snow.
...
It wasn't until Nandao left for a long time that Lu Xiaosan woke up with a yawn. He subconsciously wanted to sit down. Fortunately, he remembered that his butt was beaten yesterday, so he continued to lie on the ground. Then he crawled towards the door, stretched his head and looked around.
Seeing that only Le Chaotian and Lu Xiaoer were sitting there, they thought for a long time before saying, "Uncle Master has left?"
Lu Xiaoer looked back at Lu Xiaosan, and then nodded.
Lu Xiaosan sighed, which made Le Chaotian look at him strangely.
Then I heard the young boy say with regret: "I haven't learned Master Shishu's sword Xixue yet!"
Le Chaotian smiled and said, "You won't be able to use that sword even if you learn it."
Lu Xiaosan frowned: "Who am I, Lu Xiaosan? A rare great swordsman in the world. Even the seniors in Tianya Town recognized me. How can I not do it?"
Le Chaotian did not retort, but said with a smile: "Ah, hello, the great swordsman whose butt was smashed by the Lingnan swordsman."
Lu Xiaosan was about to say something, but he caught a glimpse of a figure downstairs, and said with a strange expression: "Didn't Master say not to come and see you off? Why are you here again, and everyone has gone far away, what are you doing in the canyon now?" ?”
Le Chaotian naturally saw Lu Xiaoxiao walking up the mountain road quietly.
The little sword cultivator from Lingnan did not carry his sword, but stood quietly on the edge of the canyon cliff, looking into the snowy mountains.
Le Chaotian looked at it for a long time, then walked towards the building and said softly: "Because there is no end to farewells when you climb high."
Lu Xiaosan nodded thoughtfully.
Just watching the two of them leave the corridor and walking downstairs, they asked curiously: "What are you going to do? Take me with you!"
"Sword practice."
This is Lu Xiaoer's voice.
"Let's make some music."
This is the sound of Le Chaotian.
Although Lu Xiaosan also wanted to crawl over, but looking at the woman standing alone on the edge of the cliff outside, he gave up the idea, lay down by the door and looked at the mountain snow in boredom, and fell asleep again.
...
Nan Dao held his sword and umbrella and walked quietly on the mountain path after the snow stopped in Lingnan.
Just like Green Pepper left not long ago.
It's just that when she left, there was someone who came to see her off, but when she left, there was only one person walking alone on the mountain road.
This is not a resentful thought. Le Chaotian naturally has a lazy temperament during heavy snowfalls. The young boys are probably not good at talking. Lu Xiaosan may be more active, but it is a pity that Lu Xiaoxiao spanked her butt.
Only sometimes, Nan Dao would think of what Le Chaotian said that day in Fengxue Tower.
Hear the wind, watch the rain, and walk on the snow to look for plum blossoms.
Life has always been a place of loneliness.
Then he went away alone to look for the plum blossoms.
Nan Dao smiled to himself, and then remembered something very embarrassing.
The cabbage that Senior Brother Wu asked him to take away was left in the small building.
Nan Dao stopped and looked back at the sword sect. After thinking for a long time, he finally gave up the idea of going back to get it.
After all, we have come a long way.
Lingnan is still under mountain closure.
Therefore, it is inevitable for Nandao to go to Tingfeng Creek and say goodbye to Tingfeng Yin before leaving here.
When passing by the wrong fork in the road, Nan Dao unexpectedly saw a young man with whom he had met once.
Raccoon hat.
Nan Dao once thought that the members of the Lame Deer Sword Sect were all dead, but he did not expect that this little demon boy was still alive, perhaps because he was not in the sect at that time.
The young man in orange clothes was walking on the road holding a jar of wine - perhaps because of the instructions of the man from the cliff.
He went to the nearby Sword Sect and bought a jar of wine, intending to sprinkle it among the weeds.
Although many things are no longer there.
It’s just that life will naturally go on.
Lili also saw the young man holding the umbrella, but he was a little absent-minded. He didn't remember when he had seen such a familiar outfit.
But when the little demon boy was about to just pass by, the boy looked at him sincerely and said, "My condolences."
Li Li thought to herself: Whose family celebrates the New Year and says something like this?
But looking at the sincere eyes of the young man, Li Li didn't have the nerve to curse. Moreover, the boy was carrying two swords, and he looked like he was not easy to mess with.
Li Li still held the wine jar and nodded sideways.
"Thank you."
Maybe it was because the words spoken by the two teenagers were a little weird. After they finished speaking, the two of them looked at each other quietly.
Probably also a little embarrassed, Li Li turned around in a hurry, planning to return to Jianzong.
But the young man behind him stopped him again.
"Wait a moment."
Li Li turned around and saw that the young man had bent down and seemed to be picking something up on the ground.
It wasn't until the boy holding the umbrella straightened up that Li Li saw a letter that was supposed to be in his arms, but had fallen because he was holding the wine jar, making his clothes a little messy.
Li Li hurriedly walked back, saying thank you while leaving a free hand to take back the letter from the young man.
The thank you this time was obviously particularly sincere.
I don't know why, but the young man holding the umbrella looked strange. The letter was also held in his hand, but the raccoon hat was not taken out.
The little demon boy dressed in orange looked at the man in confusion.
Nan Dao looked at the Shushu head on the envelope, frowned and said, "Do you know Shushu?"
A name that had not been mentioned for a long time reappeared in the young man's ears.
Li Li retracted his hand, lowered it, and looked at the letter with a sad expression.
"Yes."
——I liked a little demon in Fengqiling at that time. I wanted to dress up every day and then go watch the sunset with him...
Nan Dao suddenly remembered such a sentence.
He looked down at the letter in his hand again. The envelope was very new, and it was obviously written not long ago.
Nan Dao thought about the little mouse demon floating alone in the Nanyi River. He handed over the envelope in his hand, looked at the young man in front of him and asked, "Haven't you ever looked for her?"
Li Li smiled softly, took the letter, and put it in his arms again.
"I've been there."
"But she's dead."
It was a casual question, but the boy who was about to leave stopped there and turned back to look at the little demon boy blankly.
...
Lu Xiaoer sat on the edge of the snowy pond. Although his hands were wrapped like rice dumplings by Le Chaotian, as the Divine Sea Sword Intent surged out, the Xiwu Sword behind him was smoothly unsheathed and hovered in front of him.
It's just that Lu Xiaoer was probably a little restless today. The sword had been suspended for a long time, but it still didn't fall to his lap. It just kept shuttling between the waterfalls with a slight sword sound.
In the mountain snow, it is naturally extremely quiet.
Le Chaotian quickly came with his piano, sat down by the pool, raised his hand and pressed on the strings for a long time, but no music came out. After a long time, Le Chaotian turned his head and looked not far away. Lu Xiaoer was looking at Fengxue in a daze.
"You have a lot of things that you can't put down?"
Lu Xiaoer turned his head blankly, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "What are you talking about, Uncle Master?"
Le Chaotian smiled, took his hand back from the strings, gathered it next to the piano and said, "I see you have been in a daze."
Lu Xiaoer raised his head and looked at the Xiwu Sword flying in the waterfall, and said softly: "Because I feel a little restless today...just like when I first came to the mountains."
Le Chaotian raised his hand to sweep some dust around the piano - he hadn't touched these things for a long time since he vomited blood while playing the piano that day, and the originally black body of the piano was stained with a lot of dust.
Lu Xiaoer turned his head and looked at the uncle who was sitting by the piano.
Le Chaotian swept away the dust, and then the energy of heaven and earth flowed through his fingertips, blowing away all the dirt, and then said with a chuckle: "I thought there would be nothing for you to be reluctant to let go of someone like Senior Brother. He Come quietly and walk quietly, even when you stay in the mountains, you don't say many words, you just follow the flow of the mountains."
Lu Xiaoer tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Uncle Nan's temperament is just that. Sometimes I can feel that he is deliberately alienating himself from the world - because of his umbrella? Or is it the thing under the umbrella? "
Lu Xiaoer said, hesitating a little, and then said softly: "I have something to say, uncle, don't laugh at me if I say it."
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you want to say?"
Lu Xiaoer looked up at the sky behind Xue Ji and said slowly, "I feel that Uncle Master is a little pitiful."
Le Chaotian looked at the young boy quietly.
"Did you ever say that to him?"
Lu Xiaoer shook his head and said, "Of course you can't say such things."
Le Chaotian said softly: "Yes."
The pond was silent for a long time.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the young man who had a black piano calmly placed on his lap.
"Uncle Master should be a major cultivator in the human world."
Le Chaotian smiled slightly and said, "If you think it is, then it is."
Lu Xiaoer frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
Le Chaotian raised his hand and pressed the strings again. He plucked them a few times, and a crisp sound danced in the snow.
"Music music entertains oneself, happiness reaches the sky, it's just a green mountain."
Lu Xiaoer still sat there in confusion until Le Chaotian finished his sentence.
"After leaving Lingnan, Lu Xiaoer is Lu Xiaoer, and I am me. There is no need to care about the status of master, uncle and nephew between you and me."
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while and said, "What about junior brother?"
Le Chaotian laughed softly and said: "Lu Xiaosan's matter is Lu Xiaosan's matter. If he follows me to the human world in the future, it will be another story."
Lu Xiaoer sat there and looked at Le Chaotian for a long time, and then said softly: "I seem to understand what my uncle meant when he said 'I am the mountain'."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Yes, so are you ready to climb over the mountain?"
Lu Xiaoer's sword fell down and landed quietly on his lap, illuminating the snow on the mountain with its cool color.
"I'll probably be ready. But does the meaning of Uncle Master's words mean that I am a good person and you are a bad person?"
Le Chaotian lowered his head and stroked the strings, and said calmly: "It's too early to tell now. It depends on how the world sees me in the future."
Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything else, he held his sword across his knees and began to raise the sword.
The sound of music gradually began to sound beside Xiaobai Waterfall. Le Chaotian, who had not played music for a long time, played the piano and sang again.
Playing the harp beside the pool, the sound of the water is clear and clear, and the sound of the harp is melodious.
"I often envy the jade man in the world. The sky should beg for the sweet lady. The clear song spreads the white teeth, the wind blows. The snow flies and the sea of flames becomes cool."
"After returning from thousands of miles away, my face has become less and less beautiful, and my smile still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms. I wonder if Lingnan is not good, but I said: This place where I feel at ease is my hometown."
I wonder if Lingnan should be good.
But said.
This place of peace of mind is my hometown.
After Le Chaotian finished the song, he stopped melancholy, sitting by the snowy clear pool, turning his head and looking quietly at the snow-covered mountains.
He may have also thought about making such a place a place of peace for some young man.
It's just that the story of the boy in Shanxue went wrong again.
Junior Brother Shanzhong naturally knows.
It's just that some stories will fall on the shoulders of young people like wind and snow.
That's three feet of fate.
So after that young man passed away to the human world, could he still carry the fragrance of Ling Mei with him in his accidental smile?
