The rain is getting heavier.
By the time the two finished eating the hot pot, the town was already wet everywhere.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the raindrops that fell into the window and splashed on Nan Dao's hand beside the window.
Faint sword marks kept appearing on the skin, and then slowly disappeared.
This made Lu Xiaoer a little worried. He had certainly seen such a situation in the snow in Nandao, but he didn't know that it would also happen when it rained.
"Would you like to wait until the rain stops before leaving?"
Lu Xiaoer picked up the chopsticks again and rummaged for some food remnants in the soup that had gradually subsided.
Nan Dao looked at the pair of chopsticks rummaging around in the soup, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you tired?"
Lu Xiaoer nodded sincerely and said, "A little bit."
Nan Dao was about to say that he should take a rest, but when he glanced out the window, he frowned slightly, and then said slowly: "Let's go."
Lu Xiaoer wanted to ask why, but then he saw the Heavenly Prisoner he had seen before, also holding a black umbrella, walking slowly towards this side in the rain and fog on the street.
After eating the hot pot, you can naturally wait until the rain stops before leaving.
But sitting in the building eating hot pot with an umbrella is inevitably a bit weird. Although Nan Dao doesn't know if the person is coming this way, walking in the rain with an umbrella is naturally better than sitting in the building.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer settled the bill. A happy hot pot meal naturally didn't cost much. With Le Chaotian's generous temper, the money given to the two of them was naturally enough to keep them happy for a long time.
Nan Dao stopped at the door of the restaurant. Lu Xiaoer was holding an umbrella there, but the Heavenly Prisoner was coming this way.
He is a man in his thirties, with a somewhat thin face, but not a very gloomy look. After all, people who wander around the world are naturally more peaceful.
The Heavenly Warden stopped in the rain in front of the restaurant, stood under the umbrella, and looked at the two Nan Dao people. He was probably a little surprised to meet them again.
Nan Dao glanced at him, then calmly turned away and looked at the long street beside him.
Lu Xiaoer opened his umbrella and glanced at him as well, then walked to Nan Dao without saying anything.
Just when the three of them were about to cross over.
The heavenly warden opened his mouth slowly.
"Lingnan has been unblocked?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "This is Lingnan's matter."
"I heard that some people in Nanyi City were stopped in the mountains."
The Heavenly Prisoner wasn't angry at all, he just looked back at Nan Dao's back.
The word "heard" indicates his identity. He is not from Nanyi City's Heavenly Prison, but perhaps from Shanyue City in the north of Lingbei, or from Bailu City in the east of Lingdong.
But Nan Dao didn't care.
"They should all be dead."
Nature is dead.
Throughout December, there was no news about the Heavenly Warden in the mountains in Nandao.
As for who did it, whether it was Qingjiao, Zhang Xiaoyu, or Tingfeng Yin, Nan Dao didn't know.
The warden frowned.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and stood there with Lu Xiaoer, and added calmly and indifferently.
"After all, this is Lingnan, not your heavenly prison. If you still go in and wander around knowing that something is wrong, you will certainly die as a matter of course."
The Heavenly Warden looked at Nan Dao's back quietly for a long time, then relaxed his brows and said slowly: "Yes."
The two said nothing more, and the Heavenly Warden entered the restaurant, probably ordering some food and drinks - some words could be vaguely heard in the patter of rain.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer walked along the eaves of the long street.
After walking far away, Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Nan Dao aside.
"This is the first time I've seen my uncle look like this."
Nan Dao said softly: "After all, I am really a Lingnan sword cultivator."
So for many things, if you put it into perspective a little bit, you will naturally know how to say it.
The people of Lingnan are naturally gentle and soft like the people in the world.
It's just that matters in heaven and hell naturally need to be more severe.
After all, the former is too unpleasant.
Lu Xiaoer understands this deeply.
During these two short encounters, his heartbeat was always beating a little too fast unconsciously.
He looked at Nan Dao who was not much older than him with some curiosity.
"Uncle Master is surprisingly calm sometimes."
Lu Xiaoer admired him very much. This was a state that Nan Dao had never shown when he was in Lingnan.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and carried two swords on his back, walking quietly on the street where the number of pedestrians was gradually decreasing.
The small town in the mountains became increasingly gloomy.
"Because I have probably experienced some things."
Nan Dao raised his head, thinking about the month in Nanyi City that seemed to have passed for several years.
From the very beginning, the person from the He Sect, to the people from the Liuyun Sword Sect, and later to those interactions with the Heavenly Prison.
It's just that I have been in Lingnan for too long, and sometimes it is easy to overlook some things in the past.
Lu Xiaoer also remembered what Nandao looked like when he first came here.
Although this uncle sat in the building all day drinking and practicing his sword, looking very comfortable, but when he came, he was seriously injured and was in a coma for a long time before he woke up.
Lu Xiaoer said nothing more, and the two of them walked all the way to the north of the town.
Maybe at the beginning, I did have some thoughts about resting in the town for a night.
However, when they met the wandering warden again, they gave up this idea.
Although the sky is gloomy, it is still early. Let's leave now and cross the mountains in the east of Fengqiling. Maybe we can find the next town before dark.
But when the two of them were about to leave the town, they saw a white-haired old man under an eaves at the end of the town ahead.
The skin on the old man's face is very loose and has many spots. He must be very old. He is wearing brown clothes and sitting under the eaves listening to the rain. He looks like an ordinary old man in the world.
There was just a sword leaning against the wall. It had probably not been used for many years. It was covered with dust and cobwebs. There were even some mottled rust and scratches on the sword's butt.
When I walked here, I vaguely heard some babbling sounds.
It seemed like there was a young woman singing some opera in the door behind the old man.
Nan Dao stopped, thought sincerely for a long time, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Maybe we are really tired and need a rest."
Lu Xiaoer also looked at the sword solemnly, then his eyes fell on the old man, and he nodded sincerely.
No one thought that the people from the Human Sword Sect would come so quickly.
In other words, no one had ever thought that in a small town at the foot of Lingnan Mountain, there lived a senior fellow who was once a member of the Human Sword Sect.
This senior brother is older than the one Nan Dao saw outside Nanyi City.
But no matter how old he gets, no matter how weak he gets, he was once a sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect.
Naturally, Nan Dao would not walk over recklessly and accept the invitation with his sword drawn.
The two turned back and walked for a while before Lu Xiaoer said softly: "The name on the sword has been cut off."
Nan Dao nodded.
There are many swords without names in the world.
But those who once had names and then had their names erased were often people from the Human Sword Sect.
"What state is he in?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said slowly: "Shangjing."
Shangjing is a very simple word.
But it is also a word that represents the upper class of the human world.
From the seventh level of Xiaodao to the thirteenth level of Daohai, they are all the cultivation of the upper realms of the human world.
Lu Xiaoer held the umbrella in his hand tightly, feeling a little confused for the first time.
Even when he was in Nanyi City, he was extremely brave and reckless and said cruel words to Jiang Ye who was in the ninth realm of the trail.
But that's different.
At that time, Lu Xiaoer had the entire Lingnan standing behind him.
But not anymore.
There was only Nandao in front of him, and behind him there was only a curtain of spring rain.
"Are you kidding me?"
The little boy walked in the rain in a panic. It took a long time before he finally said this through gritted teeth.
The South Island is calmer.
Although I can only watch the rain, it will take some time before walking on the snow.
The young boy next to him could only see the mountain state.
But it was only after the initial surprise that I tightened my grip on the umbrellas in my hands.
"It doesn't matter, there is a chance."
Lu Xiaoer heard Nan Dao's very calm words and turned to look at this young master uncle who was not much older than him.
Nan Dao's expression was equally dull, he was just looking at the rain ahead, maybe looking for an inn.
"Uncle, aren't you afraid?"
Nan Dao walked in the rain holding an umbrella and said slowly: "I dare to take Jiang Ye's sword, so there is nothing to be afraid of."
Maybe it's also a matter of knowledge.
Nandao entered the WTO in Nanyi City.
You can meet one or two high-level cultivators everywhere, not to mention the two real big guys in the world, Cong Ren and Qing Xiang.
I’ve seen it a lot, but it’s always a bit calmer.
But Lu Xiaoer is different.
Among the people in Lingnan he had seen, the only one who might be a real overhaul was Le Chaotian who played music with a smile.
Lu Xiaoer gradually calmed down after listening to Nan Dao's words.
The steps on his feet were also a little calmer.
"Besides, unless a human swordsman transforms into a demon, he will naturally become weaker as he gets older."
Nan Dao said softly.
"Their aging bodies may not be able to withstand many sword impacts sometimes."
Lu Xiaoer sighed softly and said: "But that is a high-level sword cultivator after all. Uncle Master, you can't stay here until you enter the trail and then go find him."
Nan Dao finally found an inn in the rain and led the young boy towards it.
"That would be too long."
As Nan Dao walked, he looked up at the sky.
The mountains on both sides are covered with rain and fog.
"I don't know if the cold has really passed, but it has been so cold in Lingnan in the past few months. There may be a spring snow this year."
Lu Xiaoer seemed to understand something.
"So wait a minute, maybe there'll be some snow coming?"
Nan Dao nodded.
The two walked into the inn.
...
It is the fourth day of the first lunar month in the year 1004 of the Dafeng Calendar.
Han Chan was very serious as she sat with the two young boys in the snowy Jianping.
Mr. Qi didn't teach anything, no sword styles, no sword techniques. He just asked the three of them to look at the stone randomly pulled out of the corner in the wind and snow.
The cold cicada is as silent as the cold cicada.
Tranquility remains tranquil.
But Zhao Gaoxing was a little unhappy.
He didn't know why he came to learn the sword but had to look at the stone first, so he twisted a little uneasily.
However, looking at Mr. Qi sitting upright in front of the small living room not far away, after twisting for a while and realizing that no one was paying attention, he calmed down honestly.
Gradually, the Fengxue Jianping became quiet.
But soon, the silence was broken by the sound of someone's footsteps.
It was a gentleman from the Sword School, Zhao Gaoxing watched secretly.
The man walked in, ignored the three people sitting in the wind and snow in Jianping, and headed towards the small living room.
After probably talking to Mr. Qi about something, the two of them left the sword courtyard.
It wasn't until he was sure that Mr. Qi had left that Zhao Gaoxing poked Jingjing beside him, but Jingjing ignored him and just stared blankly at the stone in front of him.
So Zhao Gaoxing poked Han Chan on the other side.
Han Chan turned to look at Zhao Gaoxing with raised eyebrows.
"Why do you want us to look at the stone? Is there a sword in the stone?"
Zhao Gaoxing asked very puzzledly.
Han Chan thought for a while and said: "Of course there is no sword in the stone. There is only stone in the stone. There may also be hidden the shit of an unknown creature tens of millions of years ago. This is what the Taoist Saint said."
"..."
"But in fact, whether you look at stones or anything else, it's all the same." Hanchan continued, "I don't hope you can see anything from the stones, I just want you to get used to this boring behavior."
Zhao Gaoxing still couldn't understand.
"Then why do you have to get used to this boringness?"
“Shouldn’t the spiritual world be rich and colorful?”
Han Chan smiled and said: "The human world is rich and colorful, but the spiritual world is actually extremely boring."
The sword cultivator of Liuyun Sword Sect sat in the snow and thought for a while, then felt that he might have been too absolute, so he added another sentence.
“Occasionally colorful.”
Zhao Gaoxing's eyes lit up.
"when?"
Han Chan smiled charmingly.
"When someone beats your brain to pieces, you will see all kinds of colors, such as blood red than cuckoo, brain like the bowl of tofu pudding you drank when you woke up in the morning, and cold... Broken bones, as well as various organs..."
"..."
"So I want to tell you one more thing. When you go out and hear Taoist people say that they are careful in their attacks, don't believe it. When they smash your head like a piece of fruit, you won't feel that those Taoist robes are fluttering. Those who float have a sense of proportion."
Han Chan said with a smile: "So, although our sword cultivators sometimes strike lightly or lightly, we usually give people a happy feeling. Sealing the throat with a sword is very beautiful. This is the aesthetics of Liuyun Sword Sect."
Listening to Han Chan's words, Zhao Gao was not happy at all.
There was something strange about Ning Jing. He stopped looking at the stone and looked at Han Chan.
"Are you from Liuyun Sword Sect?"
Jing Jing said with some shock.
To be able to shock such a peaceful person like this shows that Liuyun Sword Sect is still famous.
"Yes."
"So are you a killer?"
"Yes."
There was silence in Jianping.
The two young boys moved closer to each other unconsciously.
Han Chan smiled slightly and said, "But you don't have to be afraid. Maybe you will never deal with someone like me in your whole life."
If one day someone like Han Chan appears to kill someone like Zhao Gaoxing, the world will probably be crazy.
The two young boys thought about it and thought it was right.
So he sat back down.
Hanchan looked at the two of them with a smile and said, "You might be able to use my name to scare people in the future - if I don't fall into the trap of being despised by everyone, but I don't think so, I'm a very professional person. A moral killer will probably have a good reputation in the world, not like my senior brother."
The two young boys were silent.
Han Chan glanced at the sky, thought for a while, stood up again, and took away the stone between the three of them.
Zhao Gaoxing looked at Han Chan walking toward the back of the small room with a stone in his arms, confused.
"You took the stone away, what are we looking at?"
Han Chan walked in the snow holding the stone, thought for a while, and said, "Look at the snow, they are all the same anyway."
"What are you doing with the stone?"
Han Chan chuckled and said, "Sharpen your sword."
Although when people think of sharpening swords, they often think of Mojian Cliff.
However, the term "sword sharpening" originally came from the Liuyun Sword Sect.
Sharpen the sword and reveal the sword's intention.
Guard the sword and have sword power.
Han Chan carried the stone to the eaves of the backyard and sat down quietly.
He put the Xuan Xue Yuan hair sword aside, then pulled out his own sword, leaving the scabbard on his knees, then held the hilt of the sword against the sword grid with one hand, and pressed the blade with the other hand. , attached to the stone.
Naturally, ordinary stones cannot be used to sharpen swords.
After the way of sword intention and practice truly flourished, sword sharpening became a formal thing.
There is no way that such a stone can make any changes to Han Chan's sword.
For a sword cultivator in the Great Dao Realm, the sword in his hand has naturally become extremely tough due to the tempering of heaven and earth's vitality and sword intent.
Every time you draw a sword, you sharpen it.
But Han Chan still went to the backyard and started sharpening his sword according to the thousands-year-old Liuyun Sword Sect custom.
As for the matter of asking one's mind and quenching one's thoughts, it is naturally unnecessary.
With 20,000 guan in my arms, it doesn't matter whether I do it intentionally or not.
There was the sound of sword sharpening in the wind and snow.
Two young teenagers were confused in the front yard.
...
Liu Chunfeng was not in Xuanxu Courtyard.
Instead, he ate noodles in a noodle shop outside the hospital.
Beside them were Zhou Zaishui and other gentlemen from Qingniuyuan.
The group of people watched Liu Chunfeng eating noodles quietly.
Tomorrow is the spring exam in the college.
Just like what was said to Zhou Zaishui at the beginning, after the Spring Examination in the courtyard, all the adults of the Nine Divisions in the entire holiday capital will be replaced.
This is a very barbaric act.
But in the current Huangliang world, only barbarians can break free from the shadow of the goddess and make their own voices heard.
Jing Zhaoyin has prepared the roster of the Nine Divisions, but this old man cannot leave Minghefang.
The entire Minghefang is extremely peaceful after the New Year.
There was no sound.
Maybe it was buried by some human snow.
Although people didn't know what happened, they still cautiously chose to go a little further away and never passed by that neighborhood again.
And that roster was sent out nine times and never sent out once.
But Master Jingzhao Yin lived there safely and soundly.
So some stories are actually very clear.
The people who follow the path of witches and ghosts are in Minghefang.
They didn't hide either.
Just like Liu Chunfeng didn't hide the fact that he wanted to clean up Xuanxuyuan and Jiusi.
Most of the stories are on the bright side.
Making some noise with great fanfare.
Liu Chunfeng finished the noodles quickly, then put down his chopsticks, picked up a corner of Chunfeng's robe, wiped his mouth, and sat there waiting for someone.
Qi Jingyuan.
Then Cong Ran, the sword cultivator holding a sword in the snow, came.
Liu Chunfeng glanced at Zhou Zaishui and the others, said nothing, and went out together with the Jianyuan sword cultivator.
The two of them left the long street of Xuanxuyuan together and headed towards Minghefang, where the palace of the nine princes of the past dynasties was located.
Zhou Zaishui and others stood together on the snowy long street, then looked at each other and walked back to Xuanxu Courtyard.
The gate to the Xuansha Courtyard, which was rarely closed, was slowly closed in the wind and snow.
