Lu Xiaosan was lying on the small building bored, looking at the night outside the building. The snow in the mountains had almost melted.
But it is the coldest time when the snow melts.
So Lu Xiaosan took care of his butt carefully while covering himself with an extra quilt.
The fire in the stove is very strong, and the small building is naturally very warm.
It's just that in such a warm little building, there are only two people, Lu Xiaosan and Le Chaotian.
Lu Xiaosan's senior brother left, and so did Le Chaotian's senior brother, and the two of them stayed upstairs as if they were dependent on each other.
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong rarely come to the canyon anymore. After all, they have a lot to do after the New Year.
So it doesn't matter whether it's the fourth day of the lunar month or the fourteenth day of the lunar month.
Lu Xiaosan looked at it for a long time, then stretched his head to the corridor, looking at Le Chaotian who was sitting downstairs and looking up at the money bag hanging by a thread.
"Uncle, where do you think our senior brother and the others are now?"
Le Chaotian looked back at the young boy, then lowered his head, looked at the piano placed in front of him, thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, maybe he was beaten on the road."
Lu Xiaoer naturally told them the story of Nandao when he came back.
The night before Lu Xiaoer left Tianya Sword Sect and Xiaobai Sword Sect, they took the young boy and talked here all night.
So in Le Chaotian's opinion, it might be okay to go all the way to Nandao and get beaten.
But such stories are naturally chosen by oneself.
No one said much.
Lu Xiaosan sighed.
Although this boy is very naughty, he can still clearly distinguish between being beaten in the Sword Sect and being beaten outside.
"I don't want to see my uncle and senior brother come back many years later, looking very rough and even with scars on their faces."
Lu Xiaosan didn't know what he was thinking about again.
Le Chaotian laughed softly there, but he didn't know what he thought of again. He looked back at Lu Xiaosan and said, "When will you recite the name of the sword again?"
Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "Wait until my butt is almost ready to walk? What's wrong?"
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Don't you still want to travel around the world with me?"
Lu Xiaosan slapped his butt.
"Yes! Ouch..."
Although he couldn't stop wondering why Lu Xiaosan slapped his butt, Le Chaotian didn't ask - after all, it was his choice.
After Lu Xiaosan ouched a few times, he hummed again and said, "Then I'll go tomorrow. Uncle, please send me there."
Le Chaotian laughed softly and said: "I don't dare to go, let your senior sister go."
Lu Xiaosan asked curiously: "Uncle Master, why don't you dare to go?"
Le Chaotian said confidently: "Because I have a guilty conscience as a thief."
"?"
Lu Xiaosan probably has a lot of question marks.
"That uncle is really not very good at it. You need to learn more from me. I, Lu Xiaosan, never have a guilty conscience."
Lu Xiaosan said very proudly.
Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "Okay."
Lu Xiaosan lay down for a while, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Uncle Master, give me the piano. I also want to make some music."
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and pushed Qin in front of him towards Lu Xiaosan.
Because he couldn't sit on his butt, Lu Xiaosan lay down at the door, facing the outside of the building, and started playing randomly.
Started singing randomly again.
"La la la la, senior brother left yesterday, junior brother is very distressed about it. When I want to ask senior brother, senior brother is like a little flying bird. Ah la la la."
"..."
"Uncle Master, how is my poem going?"
Lu Xiaosan asked with a playful smile.
Le Chaotian said solemnly without conscience, "Excellent."
Lu Xiaosan was crawling around happily. He originally planned to roll around, but he just thought of his butt, so he humped it like a caterpillar.
Le Chaotian looked there with a smile.
The peach blossoms downstairs are in full bloom after the snow.
One year old.
Another spring.
It’s just that the flower growers are gone.
...
Lu Xiaoxiao was not in a good mood, so Wu Dalong brought a small hot pot over.
Lu Xiaoyi, Lu Xiaosi, Lu Xiaowu and the others were invited to have an open-air hotpot at Xiaobai Jianzong Jianping where the snow had stopped for several days.
I originally planned to ask Le Chaotian to come down too.
But considering that Lu Xiaosan is still there with his butt smashed, he will probably have to twist around again if he wants to eat hot pot.
So the five people moved small benches and sat in the yard.
The cold branches are not full of snow, and the moon in the sky is not full.
However, on such days when the snow is melting, there are some different scenery.
A crescent moon hangs in the sky, sparsely shining with moonlight. It is not very bright, but it can still see things.
After getting used to it, there are no other disadvantages besides being a little colder.
What's more, hot pot is naturally like wine, the more you eat, the warmer it becomes.
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't move his chopsticks very much, he just sat there and looked at the bare branches of the osmanthus trees in the yard with melancholy.
Occasionally there is some snow color on it, like the petals that have not fallen off last year.
Wu Dalong gave her a piece of tofu. This time, the tofu was oily tofu instead of soft tofu. If the chopsticks were harder, the bright red oily soup would slurp on the yellow tofu skin.
"Don't look, the flowers will bloom again next year."
Wu Dalong pretended to be relaxed and said.
Lu Xiaoxiao turned back to glare at him and said, "Nonsense, of course I know the flowers I planted will bloom again."
Wu Dalong chuckled.
This was the first thing Lu Xiaoxiao said tonight.
In order to prevent this sentence from becoming the last sentence, Wu Dalong added: "By the way, have you transcribed all the sword names that Xiaosan memorized? Don't lose them by then."
Lu Xiaoxiao glanced at Wu Dalong helplessly and said nothing. He just picked up the chopsticks and started eating the food.
A small hot pot meal was finished quickly.
Wu Dalong obviously had something else to say. He hurriedly packed up the hot pot and took Lu Xiaoxiao for a walk on the snowy night.
The two of them walked slowly in the forest with sparse branches and leaves, and from time to time they could hear the sound of dripping water melting from the snow.
Looking up, the moonlight is slowly moving westward.
Naturally, Wu Dalong didn't say anything about how beautiful the moonlight was tonight.
He just glanced at it, lowered his head and walked slowly.
"After a while, Lingnan will be unblocked, and the Sword Sect will become lively."
Wu Dalong said softly.
"The Lingnan side should recommend a lot of young people to us. Maybe there will be some good ones."
Although Lu Xiaoxiao didn't speak, he was listening carefully and nodded slightly.
Wu Dalong turned his head and glanced at Lu Xiaoxiao beside him, then lowered his head and thought for a long time, and then said slowly: "Junior brother must be leaving. It's a good thing that Junior Brother can go out for a walk, although it may seem dangerous. look like."
"I know."
Lu Xiaoxiao finally said the second sentence, but it was obvious that there were a lot of disappointed emotions in it.
Lu Xiaoer is the disciple she taught personally.
Nandao was brought back from the Nanyi River with great effort.
This little Lingnan sword cultivator naturally has a lot of melancholy in his heart.
"I just sometimes..."
Lu Xiaoxiao stopped on the road, raised his head over the wet branches, and looked at the moonlight in the world.
"Sometimes I feel that we have tried our best to let that boy live peacefully in the world, but he always has to get into some difficult stories, so he always feels a little... powerless."
Lu Xiaoxiao's voice was very soft.
Like she said the word 'powerless'.
Naturally, she felt more than just a loss for the two of them leaving.
It was more because of the story that happened when the boy left.
I thought that after staying quietly in Lingnan for so long, many things would calm down.
But no one expected that Nandao would directly compete with the most powerful place in the world.
Of course, Lu Xiaoxiao would always remember what he was thinking when he was by the Nanyi River.
Wu Dalong looked at Lu Xiaoxiao quietly from the side, then turned his head and said softly: "So when people live in the world, they should probably only pursue things within their ability."
The attitude between the two, even after a winter, is still extremely distinct.
"There will be no helpless pain."
Wu Dalong said slowly and walked forward.
"So your focus is often on the sword in front of you and the young man who will go up the mountain in the future."
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Wu Dalong's back and said.
Of course there is nothing wrong with this.
Because for them, the only ones they can take care of are those young boys.
As for the boy holding the umbrella, the road he will take in the future may not be the stars and the sea, but it is still far away.
Wu Dalong chuckled and walked in Guilin of Xiaobai Sword Sect.
"Yes. This is the difference between Chinese cabbage and the richest hot pot in the world."
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't say anything more and walked over together.
"In a while, Xiaosan will probably leave with Junior Brother Le."
Lu Xiaoxiao sighed sadly, but his silence was much less.
Then the words became smoother.
"The two members of the Sword Sect have left like this. Sometimes when I think about it, I suddenly feel a little lonely."
Wu Dalong thought for a while and said: "If you feel deserted, why not merge the sword sect and call it Baitian Jian sect."
"..."
Lu Xiaoxiao just looked at Wu Dalong quietly.
Wu Dalong scratched his head and said: "I know you don't want to mention this matter anymore. But after all, in the future..."
Lu Xiaoxiao said calmly: "Let's talk about it later."
Wu Dalong thought for a moment and asked, "Which one of Lu Xiaoyi and the others will take over as the sect leader?"
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't speak.
Wu Dalong then fell silent, and the two walked along the path for a while, reaching the red leaf forest at the entrance of Jianzong. Wu Dalong said goodbye to Lu Xiaoxiao, and walked back to Jianzong in the night. As for the small hot pot , it’s the same wherever you stay.
Lu Xiaoxiao quietly watched the back of the thirty-five-year-old man who worked all day long as he left.
Then he turned back to Jianzong.
Many years ago, she wanted to change her name to Lu Xiaofeng, naturally not because she knew someone named Xiong.
...
Lu Xiaoer was lying on the bed, listening to the sound of rain outside the window. He couldn't sleep, so he turned over again, looked at Nan Dao sitting by the window, and said, "Uncle, do you want to sleep?"
Nan Dao looked back at the young boy and said, "Have you ever seen me sleeping in the small building?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while, and it seemed that there really wasn't.
Every time I see Nan Dao in the small building, this young uncle is usually sitting on the corridor, drinking, listening to the wind, raising swords, and practicing.
It's rare to see him hugging the quilt and sleeping by the fire in the building like Le Chaotian.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the umbrella in Nan Dao's hand again.
Thinking about it, if I need to hold such an umbrella all day long, I would probably prefer sitting.
Lu Xiaoer walked to the window and looked out at the ghostly mountains in the night rain.
"I don't know how Master and the others are doing."
Not long after leaving Jian Zong, the young boy felt a little melancholy.
It was probably the reason why I was scared twice today by that guy from Heavenly Prison and once again by a senior fellow from the Sword Sect, so I was a little confused.
Lu Xiaoer sat down next to Nan Dao and looked at the extremely calm young master uncle there. He thought to himself, could this be the legendary emperor who is not in a hurry and the eunuch who is?
But there are no eunuchs in Huaian.
I heard that there was a dynasty before the name Huaian appeared.
But that was a long time ago.
Lu Xiaoer's gaze fell from the Yeyu Mountains to the town below. It was still the New Year season, and the lanterns outside the inn were still hanging brightly red under the eaves, illuminating the melancholy Yeyu again. A little more hazy and charming.
But Lu Xiaoer's attention did not fall on those lanterns. Instead, he frowned slightly and looked at a man in black who was walking quietly holding an umbrella in the long street on a rainy night.
He is still the same heavenly warden he is today.
Lu Xiaoer lowered his voice subconsciously.
"What is he doing?"
Nan Dao had been looking at it for a long time and said calmly: "Looking for someone."
"who?"
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and said, "Who can the people from Heavenly Prison find?"
Naturally, there are only people on the twelfth floor.
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while and hugged the sword in his arms tightly.
"It's us?"
"no."
Nan Dao said with certainty.
Lu Xiaoer turned to look at his uncle at the side and said, "How can you be sure, uncle?"
Nan Dao tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Because I looked at each other several times tonight."
Lu Xiaoer was speechless.
After a long time, the young boy relaxed a little and said, "Uncle, aren't you afraid?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Don't be afraid."
"Why?"
"Because he is in the Wenfeng realm."
The truth lies in my sword and not in his sword, so naturally I have nothing to fear.
Lu Xiaoer sat by the window and quietly watched the Heavenly Prisoner walking quietly on the street with a sword. Perhaps because of an extra glance, the Heavenly Prisoner raised his head again and looked towards the window of the inn. come over.
Unfortunately, I still only saw the strange Lingnan sword cultivator sitting by the window holding an umbrella.
Lu Xiaoer reacted very quickly and retracted his head.
"How could he find it like this?"
Lu Xiaoer retracted his head and asked in confusion.
Nan Dao said sincerely: "I don't know either."
"Then how does uncle know that he is looking for someone?"
Nan Dao said slowly: "A person from the Heavenly Prison who stayed up most of the night and wandered around in the rain shouldn't be picking up money."
So I can only look for someone.
The warden was probably tired from walking, so he stopped at a street edge with his sword in hand.
"He's going to get wind of it."
Nan Dao said softly.
Lu Xiaoer frowned and asked, "How do you listen? What do you listen to?"
"Whoever hears it tosses and turns, who stays awake all night."
Lu Xiaoer took a deep breath, opened his eyes and said, "So, am I from the twelfth floor?"
Nan Dao said seriously: "I don't know."
People on the twelfth floor can only know that it is, but they cannot know that it is not.
This is the so-called principle of proving existence and not falsifying.
Lu Xiaoer decided to go back to bed with his sword in his arms and go to sleep.
The little boy lying on the bed was still tossing and turning.
Even though I said it sincerely and sincerely when I came out.
When I left the canyon, I was also a young man in good spirits.
But when I walked on the road, I found that this was not the case at all.
Even before he really left the confines of Fengqiling, the young boy was already surrounded by sorrow.
Hope it snows tomorrow.
I hope I am not from the twelfth floor.
Lu Xiaoer gradually became sleepy, thinking randomly, and then fell asleep.
It seems that he is indeed not from the twelfth floor.
Nan Dao was very sure that he was, so he sat there calmly and looked at the heavenly warder in the night rain.
However, Nan Dao's thoughts were not on that person, so after looking at him for a while, he looked at Zhenwei again.
In the past, he really couldn't understand how a sword sect like that who played cards in Nanyi City could become the most famous sword sect in the world today.
But now I probably feel it deeply.
Who knows, apart from the old swordsman in Zhenwei, how many disciples of the Sword Sect are waiting for him?
Nan Dao is naturally also a little sad.
If it were the past, he would probably be frowning as well.
But not now.
After all, a master's uncle must behave like a master's uncle.
It wasn't until he heard the steady breathing of the young boy behind him that Nan Dao looked back, then frowned and sighed slightly.
Facing such a sword cultivator, Lu Xiaoer was naturally not the only one to feel distressed.
When he looked back, the heavenly warden was already walking somewhere in the town.
Then he gradually disappeared into the night rain and never appeared again.
Nan Dao was a little curious.
Could it be that there really is a person on the twelfth floor in this town?
How was Heavenly Prison discovered?
I don’t know whether this town belongs to Shanyue City Heavenly Prison or Bailu City Heavenly Prison.
But it won’t be the Nanyi City Heavenly Prison.
If it were Nanyi City.
The heavenly warden would come to look for him without hesitation.
Nan Dao suddenly remembered something.
He made a big fuss in Nanyi City, and it was impossible for Tian Yu not to know about it.
So, is there someone already on the way to the Heavenly Prison in Nanyi City?
Nan Dao thought of Di Qianjun and also thought of Ximen.
Compared to the latter, Nandao was more impressed by the former.
Not just because it was the southern dispatcher.
It's because of that gloomy look.
Just like when I first entered Nanyi City and saw that person for the first time.
The black robe looked like night.
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, then took out the two swords from behind and placed them on his knees.
Thanks to the closure of the mountains in Lingnan.
Probably Nanyi City Heavenly Prison's action will be much later.
Nan Dao sat quietly in front of the window and gave himself a deadline.
If it doesn't snow tomorrow night.
Then don’t wait any longer.
After leaving Lingnan, he naturally had no way out and could only move forward.
Peach Blossom in the Divine Sea probably also understands many things.
He sat quietly in front of the snow-stormed thatched cottage in that corner, sucking in the energy of heaven and earth in the divine sea to recover from his injuries.
It drizzled all night.
