On the night of the second day of the Lunar New Year, Ting Feng Yin and Gu Shanhong left the place after drinking. As a result, only the young man sitting alone with an umbrella was left on the creek bridge.
The fire burned for a long time and was extinguished in the middle of the night. Nandao did not burn any more hot wine. He had smashed his own wine flask by the Nanyi River, so he drank from the wine flask left by Ting Feng Yin and others. Drinking wine.
On the night of the second day of the Lunar New Year, drinking cold wine alone may be a miserable thing.
But for Nan Dao, this may make him feel better.
So he didn't go back to Tianya Sword Sect and just sat alone on the creek bridge for one night.
In the early morning of the second day, when the sky was slightly bright, there were footsteps coming from the snow in those mountains.
Nan Dao initially thought it was Gu Shanhong and the others who were coming, so he didn't look back and just sat quietly under the umbrella.
Until the footsteps stopped by the stream.
Then a very familiar voice sounded from the streamside.
"Uncle Master."
Nan Dao then turned around and saw the young boy Lu Xiaoer standing there quietly with a bloated baggage on his waist and the Xi Wu Sword on his back.
"How did you come?"
Nan Dao was a little surprised.
Lu Xiaoer smiled, walked onto the creek bridge, looked at Nan Dao and said, "I'm here to see Uncle Master off."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows, looked at the baggage on Lu Xiaoer's back, and said, "Where to send it?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at the rising sun in the distance and said softly: "Send it to the cliff."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Do your master and the others know?"
Lu Xiaoer sat down and patted the baggage on his shoulder.
"This is what Master helped me clean up."
Nan Dao turned his head and said calmly: "I don't need to send it."
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "Then I will accompany my uncle to walk there."
Nan Dao wanted to say something else, but the young boy turned his head and said slowly: "Although my uncle said that I learn swordsmanship for myself, the sword of Tianya Zhencao is Senior Ying's. , just want me to protect my uncle."
The usually quiet young boy looked at Nan Dao quietly and continued: "My sword can't be too far away from me. If I were in the realm of Dao, then I would sit in Luofeng Canyon, sitting on Xiaobai's side. In the waterfall, I watched my uncle walk quietly, but I only saw the mountain environment. So whether my uncle agrees or disagrees, I will follow him and walk all the way until I am sure that my uncle has reached that high cliff."
Nan Dao looked at the young boy for a long time, then sighed softly and said, "You also know that you have just seen the mountains. If I can't deal with something, how can you deal with it?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, but it's always better to have one more person. If uncle is trapped, then I can run around asking for help, right?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said nothing more. After finishing the glass of cold wine, he stood up on the creek bridge and looked at the cold sun on the third day of the Lunar New Year in the horizon for a long time.
"Let's go."
Nan Dao said softly.
The two walked through the mountain snow in the early morning light of the human world.
...
The third day of the Lunar New Year may be a good day.
The spring recruitment of Huangliangxuanxuyuan is scheduled for this day.
Not just a false capital.
After Liu Chunfeng made such a decision, the courtyard quickly sent the news to many Xuanxu courtyards in the world, except for the one in Nanyi City.
The Xuanxu Academy in the False Capital is naturally an academy at the same level as the Yaofeng Ancestral Academy, and below it is the Zhucheng Main Academy, followed by the small academy in the human town.
It's just that the spring recruitment is scheduled on such a hasty day, so naturally it won't be as lively as in previous years.
What's more, the situation in Huangliang is still a fog, and the world is undecided. Naturally, not many people will send their children to such an academy today.
Liu Chunfeng naturally understands this truth.
But the fog will eventually be broken.
If no one waves the flag and shouts.
Then this matter will be left to Xuanxuyuan.
On the early morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year, there were already some people outside the academy. But judging from their appearance, most of them were not from the false capital, but people from the mountains and villages outside the false capital.
As an academy that does not charge any fees, Xuanxu Academy is naturally better than many places of enlightenment in many hearts.
What's more, not everyone will understand the reason why this holiday city is quiet.
They may know that the goddess is here on earth.
It's just that I don't know what kind of undercurrent is there.
They only know that Xuanxuyuan, the world of culture, is the only place where their children can see the broader world.
So maybe you know that Xuanxuyuan is tearing apart the torrent that the goddess brought to the world.
But so what?
People who live at the lowest level in the world always have to think about climbing up first and see some stories before they can look around and contemplate many things and worry about many sorrows.
Zhou Zaishui and many other teachers personally stood on the street of Xuanxuyuan to register the students who came to register.
Except for some stubborn young people from the fake capital who are not afraid of death, the vast majority of them are people from outside the city. After getting the news a few days ago, they have not passed the age and brought their children of appropriate age to come. Hanging in the courtyard.
Wenhua Academy's requirements are very low, and you can enroll after you are five years old. However, Qingniu Academy and Wugui Academy's requirements are higher, and you need to be at least twelve years old.
Therefore, most of those who came at this time were ignorant children, or some teenagers who had passed the enlightenment age. They studied in the courtyard for three years and then took the Dafeng Spring Examination.
Although it was not as lively as in previous years, there were still many students after all.
The streets and alleys where Xuan Xue Yuan is located are naturally quiet.
So someone walked up behind the students lining up in the silence.
Zhou Zaishui frowned and looked at it for a long time, but said nothing. He just registered the students.
Until that person appeared in front of Zhou Zaishui's desk.
The Sixth Realm Sword Cultivator raised his head and looked quietly at the twenty-year-old Northern Sword Cultivator who was carrying a sword.
Han Chan, who had 20,000 yuan of silver notes in his arms, smiled slightly and said, "Don't Xuanxu Academy accept students like me?"
Zhou Zaishui was silent for a while and said, "I was just wondering what Xuansheyuan can teach you."
Han Chan tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "In this world of culture, I, Han Chan, haven't read many books since I was a child. I want to come in and study and improve my thinking. Is this okay?"
Zhou Zaishui said softly: "Then you can go to Xuansheyuan in Nanyi City."
Han Chan chuckled and said: "That place is not good. The Human Sword Sect is always a little timid there, and even if you want to do something bad, you can't do it."
Zhou Zaishui was silent for a long time, then lowered his head and picked up the pen.
"Name."
"Han Chan."
"Hometown."
"Liuyun Mountains, Laoye Town, ten miles outside Qingyun City."
"age."
"Thirty, no, thirty-one. I was born in the twelfth lunar month. I was so busy last year that I forgot to celebrate my birthday."
Han Chan said with a smile.
Zhou Zaishui didn't pay attention to what the man from Liuyun Sword Sect in front of him said, he just recorded those things calmly.
"What is your intention to study?"
"Cultural Institute, I want to be a cultural person."
Han Chan sincerely handed over his background.
Zhou Zaishui ignored it, just waved his hand, looked behind Han Chan and said, "Next one."
Han Chan followed a group of children into the Xuanshu Courtyard with a smile.
There is also Tanchun Garden in Xuanxuyuan of Jiadu.
After all, what is that thing called? Children are flowers in the wind.
It is a flower lost in the world in spring.
Liu Chunfeng stood quietly on the green green building of Tanchun Garden.
It was impossible for Liu Chunfeng not to know about the arrival of a person like Han Chan.
A great sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect, no matter where he is, he is an existence that cannot be ignored.
But Yushan, the fake capital, didn't say anything. He just stood there quietly, watching Han Chan talking and laughing with the children, and then went to the pavilion to wait for the assignment of departments.
After a long time, Zhou Zaishui came over with some rosters, stopped next to Liu Chunfeng, flipped through the books in his hand, and said, "Han Chan is here."
Liu Chunfeng said calmly: "I know."
There are no stories of rejection in Xuanxuyuan for thousands of years.
The only one was the branch in Nanyi City, which rejected a boy named Nan Dao.
So even if Ye Hanzhong comes, they will accept it.
The two of them looked at the northern sword cultivator upstairs who was sitting in the pavilion holding a sword and looking at the small building with a smile. They didn't speak for a long time.
"Isn't this flaw too obvious?"
Liu Chunfeng said slowly.
Zhou Zaishui was silent for a while and said softly: "Hanchan can't come here for no reason. The only one who can make him come is naturally you, the dean. A fatal flaw like this, no matter how obvious, is still tempting."
Liu Chunfeng squinted his eyes and looked at the sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect for a long time, and then said calmly: "That's true."
"Then how does he arrange it?"
Zhou Zaishui was a little undecided about this matter.
Liu Chunfeng smiled softly and said: "Huang Liang also has his own swordsmanship. Isn't Mr. Qi from the sword school from Cong Ran Jianyuan? Let him go to the Qingniu Academy sword school."
Zhou Zaishui was silent for a while and said, "He said he wanted to be a cultural person."
"We will discuss the matter of educated people later. Only when the world is peaceful can we become educated people if we want to. If the world is not peaceful, everyone can only be rough people."
"Um."
Zhou Zaishui left here with the roster.
Liu Chunfeng stood quietly in the Tanchun Garden Building. The ones downstairs were not red plums, but white plums.
Zhou Zaishui left among the white plum blossoms, and another gentleman came over.
He is the dean of Wenhua Academy.
An elderly gentleman with firm eyes walked up to the small building, looked at Liu Chunfeng and asked: "Is this still the speech from the Wenhua Academy?"
Liu Chunfeng smiled slightly, looked at the old gentleman and said: "With the original intention of bringing culture to the world, Xuanxu Courtyard has always been the address of Wenhua Courtyard, and this time is no exception, with Mr. Lao Su."
The old gentleman nodded, but when he turned around and walked down, he paused for a moment and said softly: "Is the dean going to clean up the false capital of Xuanyuan?"
Liu Chunfeng smiled softly.
"no."
In Yushan, the fake capital, the young people who were once proud of the spring breeze are still looking at the wind and snow world.
The wind and snow in the north have stopped, but not in the south. This is undoubtedly a strange thing.
"It's the Xuanxuyuan of the world."
Liu Chunfeng said and looked at the old gentleman who was just a common man.
"So these days, Mr. Su tries his best not to go out."
The old gentleman responded softly and walked downstairs.
Liu Chunfeng withdrew his gaze, looked at the small building for a long time, and then walked downstairs.
...
Han Chan probably felt a little regretful when he learned that he went to the Sword School instead of the Cultural Academy.
Who says a despicable killer can't read some books?
But Han Chan still sincerely followed the arrangement of Xuanxuyuan.
Then he looked up at the small building.
Liu Chunfeng's figure has disappeared.
Han Chan walked along the Fengxueyuan Road holding his sword, feeling a little weird.
Don't they know they can do martial arts?
Han Chan was led by the gentlemen through many courtyards, and then met his swordsman.
This Northern Avenue sword cultivator narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw such a person.
In the windy snow plain, stood a middle-aged man in his forties in flowing cloud green robes, standing with his back to Han Chan and two other teenagers who were assigned to the Sword School.
He held a sword in his arms, but there was no sword intent on him, but in the wind and snow around him, the meaning of separation was quite obvious.
Han Chan held the sword in his hand, squinted at the man for a long time, and then slowly said: "Jianyuan Sword Cultivator?"
The man Liu Chunfeng called Mr. Qi turned his head, with an ordinary face and a calm expression, but there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes.
Mr. Qi also looked at the newly admitted student - a major swordsman who obviously came from the north.
The two looked at each other for a long time before the gentleman said calmly: "Yes."
In the wind and snow all over the ground, there was a vague sound of swords rising, and the wind and snow continued.
Two ignorant young boys were trembling there.
It's almost full of confusion about who I am and where I am.
Hanchan glanced at the young boys on both sides - as they walked towards them, the two young boys were vaguely relying on themselves.
So the sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect loosened some of the swords in his hands, then held his sword and saluted the swordsman in Pingzhong.
"Liuyun Sword Sect Hanchan, I have met you sir."
The two young boys breathed a sigh of relief and then saluted along with Han Chan.
Mr. Qi didn't say anything, but his eyes stayed on the sword in Han Chan's hand for a long time, then moved away and looked at the two young boys, also holding the sword and saluting.
"For the next three years, I will be your husband, Qi Jinyuan."
Han Chan whispered: "How close is such a pure sword power, sir?"
Mr. Qi said calmly: "I have lived above Jian Yuan since I was a child."
Han Chan raised his head, looked at the gentleman in the snowy plain, and said with some emotion: "It does seem to be very close."
"But you heard something wrong." Mr. Qi's expression was a little subtle. "It's Jingyuan, Qi Jingyuan."
This time it was very clear.
Han Chan smiled slightly.
"Sir, a southerner, students can understand."
Mr. Qi looked at Han Chan quietly for a long time, then looked at the two young boys beside him and said, "You go to the Qing Niu Yuan Sword Academy to get two swords first."
The two young boys looked at Han Chan subconsciously, but when they saw the sword in Han Chan's arms, they looked back regretfully and walked out of Jianping in a daze.
At this point, Qi Jingyuan and Han Chan were the only two people in Fengxue Jianping.
"Northern Avenue Sword Cultivator...I thought you wouldn't call me sir that way." Mr. Qi said slowly.
Han Chan said with some emotion: "If I can see the third kind of swordsman in the world, I naturally want to call him sir."
Then the sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect said very sincerely: "I really want to learn the art of sword movement."
"Not in the north?"
Mr. Qi said slowly.
Han Chan chuckled softly and sat down on Jianping with his sword in his arms.
"Maybe there are some, but they are probably not relevant. After all, there is only a sword cliff in Huai'an, but there is no sword abyss. You can know the sword's intention by looking at the cliff, and the sword's power can be seen by approaching the abyss. Although this sentence is a bit biased, the way of sword intention is widely used in the world. , naturally no one will want to practice a more boring swordsmanship like the swordsmanship."
Han Chan said, looking up at the wind and snow in the world, thinking for a long time, and said softly: "The person in the north who achieved great mastery of sword power needs to go back more than a thousand years ago, the tenth senior brother Mojianya."
Nowadays, when the way of sword intention is rampant in the world, the name of the tenth senior brother Mojianya is obviously rarely mentioned.
People may only vaguely remember that many years ago, someone sharpened his sword at the foot of a cliff for decades, and then he broke the sword with one sword and climbed the cliff.
The retro-style kendo is still an indispensable part of human kendo and remains in the way of sword intention.
The third way of swordsmanship at that time, the way of sword power, disappeared from the world with the end of the story of Mojianya's generation.
Perhaps only Huangliang Jianyuan still has some sword cultivators of this kind.
For example, Qi Jingyuan in this snowy sword plain.
Mr. Qi looked at Han Chan sitting in the sword platform for a long time, and then said calmly: "Yes, practicing sword power is a very boring process."
This gentleman in his forties looked at the sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect quietly.
"Three years in the Xuanxu Academy are just the beginning of building up momentum. If you really want to learn, you will need to devote your whole life to getting that shocking sword."
Although Mr. Qi did not reveal the purpose of Hanchan's visit, the meaning was very clear.
Just coming by the way, naturally you can't learn the way of sword power.
Han Chan smiled slightly.
"Many things can be discarded, including identity, the past, and even the 20,000 yuan in silver notes in my arms."
The Northern Avenue sword cultivator stood up on the snow, looked at Qi Jingyuan and said, "The question is, sir, can you make me willing to get rid of many things?"
Mr. Qi raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Chan and said, "Is this an idea you had early in the morning?"
Han Chan said softly: "The idea came to me suddenly the moment I saw the master's sword power."
Mr. Qi's swordsmanship may not necessarily be better than Han Chan's. After all, only by actually trying the things on the sword can you know how good it is.
This is not a matter where a scholar writes an article and it is difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior.
Whether the thing on the sword is high or low, with the words life and death hanging on it, you will know once you try it.
But Han Chan had no intention of trying.
After all, he is still a man with 20,000 yuan in his heart.
Mr. Qi looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said calmly: "Then you can go get the sword too."
Han Chan smiled and said, "Okay."
This swordsman from the north bowed to Mr. Tingzhong and caught up with the two young men.
