Fengqiling.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t really walked among the people at the foot of the mountain for a long time.
When the two of them walked down the mountains, officially leaving the Lingnan Sword Sect and walking on a footpath at the foot of the mountain, Lu Xiaoer, who was usually quiet, couldn't help but feel a little happy.
Although he still carried the sword and baggage on his back, the cloth strips on his two hands were not removed, and he looked like a little shrimp soldier with his arms folded.
But it was obvious from the brisk pace of his footsteps on the muddy paths where the snow had melted that the young boy was probably very happy.
Nan Dao didn't have a gloomy expression at all, and followed the young boy calmly.
Naturally, neither of them knew the road, but in a place like the East China Sea, one only needs to go all the way north and east, and one can always see it - after all, the high cliff can be seen in the clouds and mist at an extremely remote place. see.
Leaving Lingnan does not mean that there are no mountains anymore.
It's just that those mountains are no longer connected to the mountains. The most typical one is the first town they met now, which is sandwiched between the mountains in the south of Lingnan and the east of the town. This place is also quite interesting, called Tianqian Town.
On both sides of the town are mountains hundreds of feet to nearly a thousand feet high, like a place where flowers and plants bloom between two high cliffs.
A mountain stream dropped from the Lingnan Mountains and fell in front of the town, forming a thin river that flowed through the town very clearly.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer walked past the Chuijian. The layout of the town in front of them was different from the ordinary small towns in the world. It looked quite regular. There were still many traces of broken buildings on the green hills on both sides. Like some menorahs.
From a geographical point of view, it should be because this place once served as an ancient pass.
But it's obvious that such history is very far away from the current world.
It was still before Huai'an, not to mention Dafeng Chao.
Therefore, the town in front of us is naturally just a town.
The two of them approached the town, probably because the crowd gradually became noisier. Lu Xiaoer didn't know what he thought of, but he secretly laughed while walking on the green path leading into the town.
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer strangely and said, "What are you laughing at?"
"I hid the sword in Xiaobai Sword Sect when I left."
Nan Dao looked confused, not knowing what this meant.
Lu Xiaoer held back his laughter while stretching out his hands and gesturing: "It's just four swords, smeared with some pig blood, and then written one, two, four, and five on them respectively. Except for the first one, which was hidden under Lu Xiaoer's The others were hidden in the junk pile in his room and in the courtyard of the Sword Sect. Then one day when Lu Xiaosan was rummaging around there, he accidentally pulled out the sword and looked at the blood stains on it. He would be shocked. When he finally found all four swords, he found that even if he killed him, he could not find three... Hehe..."
Nan Dao also laughed softly and said, "You are not afraid of scaring your junior brother to death."
Lu Xiaoer laughed for a long time, but said calmly: "Junior brother will not be scared to death, but it is okay to scare him to sleep for several nights."
As Lu Xiaoer spoke, he sighed again and said, "I don't know what the senior sisters and junior brothers are doing. Are they eating hot pot there with Uncle Music Master again?"
Nan Dao looked at the little boy next to him who was rarely in a bright mood because he had gone far away. Then he turned back and looked at the path gradually covered with white stones under his feet. He held an umbrella and said, "Then do you want to go back to eat hot pot?"
Lu Xiaoer shook his head, looked at Nan Dao and said, "You have to make a choice between eating hot pot and leaving this world."
Nan Dao smiled and said, "Actually, there is no conflict."
Lu Xiaoer looked at the streets of the small town that were getting busier in front of him, thought for a while and said, "Uncle Master also wants to eat hot pot?"
Nan Dao was about to say something when he suddenly stopped and stood under the umbrella and looked ahead quietly.
Lu Xiaoer didn't know what this meant, so he followed Nan Dao's gaze and saw a man dressed in black walking around with a sword on the streets of the town.
Of course there are a lot of people wearing black.
It's just that black clothes are probably familiar to everyone.
The world's supervisory agency, Heavenly Prison, came from the predecessor of the Ghost Suppression Division.
In the heavenly prison, there are naturally many more wandering officials on earth than those who stay in the prison.
Although most of them are patrol officials in the lower realm, the dark color of the people walking in the world still makes people feel a little panicked.
Lu Xiaoer naturally understood what Nan Dao meant by stopping. He was about to hold his sword when Nan Dao grabbed his hand and walked towards that side calmly.
Since he is a free jailer, there is no need to provoke him.
The patrol tracks of the Heavenly Prisoners are recorded in detail in the prison. If they are missing for a long time, the nearby Heavenly Prisoners will naturally pay attention to them.
What's more, the heavenly warden has never been interested in human beings.
Nan Dao very calmly stopped Lu Xiaoer from holding the sword, holding his hand like a pig's trotter, and walked calmly towards the street of the small town.
"Then let's have hot pot today."
Nan Dao answered Lu Xiaoer's question that had lingered on the streets of the mountain town for a long time.
Lu Xiaoer also calmed down and followed Nan Dao forward honestly. The two of them looked at the shops on both sides casually.
There was a small stall selling umbrellas nearby, and the vendors sitting on the street shouting were a little surprised when they saw the two of them and said: "Sword cultivators in the mountains?"
The heavenly warden heard the sound and looked over.
Lu Xiaoer may be a little nervous and his breathing is a little unnatural.
Nan Dao was very calm, a calmness that came from his memory and was engraved in his instincts. He looked at the vendor with a smile and said, "Yes, how do you sell this umbrella?"
"Ten cents a handful. It's said that no one has come down to the mountains for a long time. I heard that something happened, right?"
As the vendor spoke, he took an umbrella and showed it to Nan Dao.
"This one is fine. I probably bought it for your junior brother. Although it doesn't look as good as yours, it's still very strong. It's brushed with the best Shantung oil. It's been used for 17 or 18 years, so it's not a problem. "
Nan Dao took the umbrella, looked at it for a while, then handed it to Lu Xiaoer beside him, and said, "What do you think of this one?"
Lu Xiaoer resisted the urge to look at the Heavenly Warden not far away. He looked at it carefully for a long time, then touched the umbrella, nodded and said, "This one is fine."
"Then this is it." Nan Dao took out the money bag given by Le Chaotian from his arms, counted ten coins, and handed it to the vendor. "Something happened, but it's over soon."
The vendor happily took the money and said with a smile: "That's good. There was almost a fight in the town a few days ago."
Lu Xiaoer was holding the umbrella there. Because his hands were too bloated, he put the umbrella ribs under his arms and held the umbrella very cumbersomely.
Nan Dao was chatting with the vendors.
"Why are you fighting?"
"I don't know. They were some demon tribes. They suddenly said they were going to rebel, and then stopped. The devil knows what they were doing. Anyway, during that time, I didn't dare to go out and sell umbrellas. I was counting on the people in the mountains. The sword cultivator came down to take care of it, but no one was seen, so I felt that there was probably something wrong in the mountain."
Although this umbrella vendor is just a commoner, he can see some things clearly.
But having said that, such a thing is actually not difficult to guess.
After all, a place like Lingnan likes to meddle in human affairs the most, let alone these towns at the foot of the mountains.
If Lingnan comes, something will happen in the world.
If Lingnan doesn't come, then something happened to Lingnan.
Nan Dao looked at the helpless and fearful look on the vendor's face, and he somewhat understood why the practice world was walking on thin ice.
Maybe it was just a stone falling in the spiritual world, but when it fell in the human world, it might have turned into an avalanche.
Nan Dao said softly: "It's okay, nothing will happen to Lingnan."
The umbrella vendor smiled and said, "That's good."
Lu Xiaoer on the side has already opened the umbrella, holding the umbrella in both hands, standing aside.
Only then did Nan Dao end his chat with the vendors. He turned around and glanced at the Heavenly Warden. His black clothes had turned around in the gloomy sky and he was walking there leisurely.
Nothing happened.
Although the sky in the town is difficult to get bright due to the high mountains, the increasingly dim sky means that it is going to rain.
Maybe it’s spring time that’s coming, and it’s raining.
Therefore, the two people buying and holding umbrellas on the roadside would not be so out of the ordinary.
Not long after the two of them walked along the long street, the rain began to fall. Although it was not a heavy rain, it did not have that gentle and dense feeling.
When knocked on the eaves of the street, there is always a pattering sound.
The street gradually became wet, and the drizzle naturally contained no splashing water vapor.
Lu Xiaoer held an umbrella and walked in front of Nan Dao. He looked down at the twisted green hills and street eaves reflected on the not-so-smooth street, and said softly: "Uncle Master, is he still there?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "I don't know."
"Want to take a look?"
"No need to look."
Lu Xiaoer nodded.
We were no longer in Lingnan, so the young man naturally became more cautious.
What's more, this trip to the East China Sea is not a peaceful story.
The two walked for a long time before finally seeing a restaurant.
Of course, the restaurants in the town are not very high-end. They are just a small black two-story building on a very simple corner on the street.
Naturally, I didn't bother to name the restaurant. The boss was probably also a lazy person, so he hung the word "呷" crookedly on the door.
So people understood that this was a place to eat.
In previous years, the town relied entirely on Lingnan Jianxiu going down the mountain to support the flow of people. Therefore, the town was a bit lively, but not much. The restaurants were quite large, but not many people came in and out.
The two of them walked inside.
When Lu Xiaoer stopped at the door of the restaurant and looked at the sign, he secretly glanced at the direction the two came from.
In the gentle drizzle that looked like a mountain breeze, the Heavenly Prisoner had long disappeared from the long street. The vendors on the roadside were moving their stalls towards the eaves of the street.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief and followed Nan Dao towards the building.
During the spring rain, naturally you have to go to the second floor so that it won't look too dark.
Nan Dao took Lu Xiaoer to sit down by the window on the second floor, and then ordered a red oil pot bottom, some vegetable balls, meat slices and the like, plus a bottle of wine.
Although the shopkeeper strongly recommended the duck blood tripe, Nan Dao still sincerely refused.
Because neither he nor Lu Xiaoer likes to eat such things.
Naturally, these foods were not found in Lingnan hot pot in the past.
The two of them were sitting by the window. Lu Xiaoer was holding his chopsticks and sitting there very religiously, while Nan Dao was holding an umbrella and looking around by the window.
Lu Xiaoer asked curiously: "Uncle, what are you looking at?"
"See if that person is still there."
Nan Dao said very calmly.
"Didn't you say you don't need to look?"
Lu Xiaoer was a little confused.
Nan Dao turned around and said softly: "When you are walking on the street, you don't have to look, because walking is a matter of walking. Looking left and right and looking here and there will be weird. But sitting by the window, waiting for the hot pot to come, Just looking around boredly, holding chopsticks and saying nothing, is also very weird."
Lu Xiaoer suddenly understood, nodded in agreement, then held the chopsticks, moved to the window, and looked around.
The small town on earth was blurred by drizzle, with green mountains falling down on both sides. Clouds and mist were turbulent on the mountainside, and the color of snow was still faintly visible at high altitudes.
It does have a lot of meaning of being out of the world.
Lu Xiaoer looked at it for a long time and then retracted his head, feeling a little emotional.
"Uncle Master, do you think people in this town, when they sit here and look at Lingnan, would they think it is a very lofty and lofty place of cultivation?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Probably yes."
It is naturally difficult for people in Lingnan to realize how the Sword Sect in a mountainous area like Lingnan would look like in the human world.
Don't be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, because you are at the highest level.
Lingnan is naturally not a place for high-level cultivation in the world.
But for the world, it may still be high enough.
They can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and they can cut through the clouds with sword light.
But probably people in the world actually know what Lingnan is like.
After all, by the Tingfeng River, the sword cultivator who flew into the sky and escaped from the earth, whose sword light broke through the clouds, drank wine all day long and told random stories to the people who came up the mountain.
The two of them were sighing there, but the waiter had already walked up with a small hot pot and a box of small charcoal for the two of them to look at and eat slowly.
The bottom of the pot is already hot, and occasionally some ripples appear in the red soup.
Lu Xiaoer didn't look outside anymore and picked up the chopsticks.
When he was in Lingnan, Lu Xiaoer had always been the calm one.
It's just that situations like that are probably due to the need to put on airs in front of his junior brothers. After leaving Lingnan, he lost a lot of senior brothers' baggage, and coupled with the novelty of walking in the world, it actually made this handsome young man a lot more active.
The ingredients were quickly processed, put into bowls, brought up, and placed in a circle around the small hot pot.
Green vegetable leaves, snow-white tofu, crimson meat slices, brown meatballs...
Lu Xiaoer held the chopsticks in both hands while lighting those things, for fear that something was missing.
This is what Lu Xiaoxiao told him.
The restaurants in the Lingnan Jianzong town were quite sincere. Nothing was missing, but an extra plate of tender tofu was given.
It was probably because he saw the identity of the two sword cultivators.
If you rely on mountains to eat, you will eat mountains and rivers. If you rely on Lingnan, you will eat Lingnan.
If you rely on Nanyi City, you will lose everything because you will lose everything in the card game.
Nan Dao took some meatballs and threw them into the hot pot.
Lu Xiaoer worked for a long time and found that it was really inconvenient to wrap his hands, so he took off the bandage on his right hand. The blood marks on his right hand that Nan Dao had used a peach branch on were still there, but they had healed a lot.
Although it is said that spicy food should not be used because it hurts the muscles and bones.
But it is impossible to avoid taboo.
It is impossible to avoid it in this life.
Eat as much as you can.
It’s not like you’re a swordsman cultivating health, so why do you care so much?
Lu Xiaoer thought very seriously, carefully picked up a piece of tender tofu and put it into the pot.
While watching the piece of tofu slurp and then sink, the young boy looked at the chopsticks in his hand and asked.
"Uncle, why did you suddenly go back to Nanyi City earlier?"
Nan Dao looked at the young boy across the table, then calmly turned to look out the window.
It was certainly not an accident that Lu Xiaoer would ask this question.
In fact, to be able to hold it in until today, I have been curious about it for a long time.
"Because I have a friend who was killed in Nanyi City."
Lu Xiaoer nodded thoughtfully.
"So that's the case, then why did he..."
Lu Xiaoer didn't finish his question because Nan Dao told the reason directly.
"I killed her."
Lu Xiaoer took a deep breath, looked at the piece of tofu in the pot, thought for a while and said, "I don't know if this piece of tofu can be clamped. What if it breaks?"
Nan Dao looked out the window quietly.
The drizzle outside the window is very similar to a rain in March last year.
But one thousand and three years of the Great Wind Calendar have passed.
So Lu Xiaoer changed the topic very wisely, and Nan Dao naturally didn't say any more. He blanched a piece of cabbage and ate it quietly.
In the small rain town, the boy sitting by the window holding an umbrella and eating hot pot seemed a little weird.
But fortunately, there were not many people here today, so there was no discussion. The shopkeeper just thought that this Lingnan sword cultivator had some special hobbies.
Of course, Lu Xiaoer didn't know how to hold an umbrella. His umbrella had already been put away and placed in a wooden barrel aside. It was probably a place specially used to store umbrellas. Otherwise, if the wooden board was wet, it might become rotten one day. The man fell down with the hot pot and was killed by the shopkeeper who was sitting at the door humming a tune.
This hot pot meal was very quiet.
Mainly because the young boy asked an inappropriate question.
So Lu Xiaoer ate the piece of tofu in the bowl and sincerely thought about how to fix it.
Nan Dao, on the other hand, held the meatballs in his arms seriously and said, "When you meet a person from Heavenly Hell in the future, never hold a sword."
Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at Nan Dao and said, "Because this will anger them?"
Nan Dao shook his head and said slowly: "Because it will appear that you have something evil in mind."
"When Heaven thinks you have a ghost in your heart, it doesn't matter whether you have a ghost or not."
The two teenagers ate with their mouths full of oil and talked about those things by the window with the patter of rain.
Lu Xiaoer nodded and said, "I understand, Uncle Master, how about we do what we did just now?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes, or it depends on what passers-by do."
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "What if there are no passers-by?"
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, then turned to look out the window, probably remembering some stories in the alleys in dreams.
"Then you need to reflect carefully on why you walked into a deserted corner with the people from Heavenly Prison."
