Chu Yao finished eating the hot pot and left here simply.
As she said, she went up the mountain.
Nan Dao didn't care.
There is a junior brother named Le Chaotian in the mountains, who can use the sword in his heart to cut down plum blossoms thirty miles outside the pass with one sword.
Where such people are, naturally no one can cause any big trouble in that place.
Lu Xiaoer still sat there in a daze. After a long time, he looked at Nandao and asked, "Does Heavenly Prison really have a manslaughter quota?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said softly: "Yes."
Silence is not hesitation.
But I am asking about the peach blossoms in the sea of gods.
Taohua gave an affirmative answer.
What was supposed to be a joyful celebration of hot pot ended up being eaten in silence by the young boy.
This young boy who always pretends to be an extremely cold swordsman sometimes finds it difficult to accept this fact.
The two finished eating the hot pot and went downstairs.
Lu Xiaoer stood on the long street and stared for a long time, then looked at Nan Dao who had been waiting for him and said softly.
"Let's go, uncle."
When the two of them passed by the courtyard at the end of the town, the old swordsman was sitting at the door, looking at the two of them with a smile.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, and he could naturally understand that this senior fellow from the Human Sword Sect probably had good intentions.
Otherwise, the human agreement between Nan Dao and the Human Sword Sect would naturally not be made by Chu Yao, who was only at the Xiaodao level.
So he stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, held his umbrella and bowed.
"senior."
Lu Xiaoer was a little hesitant, but seeing his uncle's sincerity, he held his sword and saluted.
The old swordsman surnamed Chu nodded and looked at Nan Dao, seeming to be thinking about something.
Lu Xiaoer originally thought it would be some profound words.
Unexpectedly, the old swordsman thought about it for a long time before he said it.
"Your name should be Nan Dao?"
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Yes."
The old swordsman looked at the long street in the world with some regret.
It was still early, even though Nan Dao and Chu Yao had already had a fight and had another hot pot meal, it was still not past noon.
It’s not even fifteen years.
During the Chinese New Year, people always tend to be more lazy.
Therefore, there were not many people on the street.
The atmosphere of the small town at the foot of the mountain is naturally different from that in the city.
"The world will probably hear your name soon."
This is what the old swordsman said after sighing with regret.
Nan Dao stood at the door of the courtyard and said softly: "For me, it may not be a good thing."
The old sword cultivator did not ask why.
People naturally have their own ideas.
There are people like Bai Fengyu who entered the avenue at a young age and desperately hope that the world will hear their name, and there are also people who do not want to be heard of their name throughout their lives - this is something that is difficult to give an example because no one has heard of their name.
The old swordsman didn't ask about the story in Nanyi City.
In fact, both Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer could see that the old swordsman had no desire to take action. Perhaps he had been sitting in front of the wind, frost, rain and snow in the town for too long, and he didn't have much time left to look at the world. I just want to live a peaceful life for a few days.
It's just obvious that the story of Hu Lu, the human sword sect, who was almost killed by the Nanyi River, will always be sent everywhere in the human world with the flow of people.
It can be called the sound of waves or the sound of wind.
The sound of the wind contained more than just the sword that Hu Lu received.
There is also the saying of Jiang Ye.
Naturally, the old swordsman had to go to the appointment, dug out his old sword, and sat in the town, waiting for a young man who might pass by.
"Yes, you have to walk slower." The old swordsman said softly. "After all, not everyone is as lazy as I am to think about worldly affairs."
Nan Dao was silent for a while after listening to the old sword cultivator's sincere advice, and then said softly: "I thought you would be somewhat resentful of what I did in Nanyi City."
Nan Dao doesn’t quite understand this contrast.
The sword cultivator who was supposed to be a stumbling block has become a gentle guest on the human journey, which is naturally a strange thing.
This is the reason for the silence.
The old sword cultivator chuckled softly: "I am not the disciple named Jiang Ye."
The old sword cultivator probably had never seen the disciple named Jiang Ye.
"In other words, there is always some alienation in the human world. I have been away from Jianzong for a long time, and I have never seen such a fifteen-year-old boy named Hu Lu. Even though the customs of Jianzong are the same and there are people like Master here, there is always It's not much different, but after all, I don't know what kind of person he is. I can sit at the door just because I was once a disciple of the Sword Sect in the world, and I always have to take care of the reputation of the Sword Sect."
The old swordsman said softly.
"In fact, the fact that you can come here at least shows that you are probably not a kind person."
Nan Dao remained silent and said softly: "Actually, the mistake in that story was caused by me."
Old Jianxiu smiled and said: "I don't know what it is. I'm not a person who listens to rumors, and I don't want to know what it is. Life is very busy. You have to get up early in the morning to have breakfast, and then do something you like, and then Busy yourself with things that allow you to make a living, and finally watch the sunset over the green mountains, and if you feel like it, have a hot pot meal, just like you are doing today."
Nan Dao no longer dwelled on the story of Nanyi City. He quietly looked at the old swordsman sitting in front of him under the eaves and said slowly, "Where is Chu Yao?"
The old swordsman smiled slightly.
"She actually doesn't have much idea."
"You told me this morning that your plan to come here today was actually decided the day before yesterday. You had to clarify this misunderstanding. I just smiled at the time."
The old sword cultivator sat there comfortably.
"But it's actually the same for her."
"This kind of thing is a waste of life. You came to town, but you didn't come. She wanted to draw the sword for me, so I had to wait patiently. But she also told you before that she was very She’s so busy, when you came this morning, she was still croaking.”
Nan Dao seemed to understand something, and said somewhat helplessly: "So in the final analysis, she just thinks that I am wasting her time?"
The old swordsman nodded.
Lu Xiaoer said in confusion: "Then she still wants to go up the mountain to learn swordsmanship?"
The old swordsman said softly: "It's just an excuse to go to the mountains to learn swordsmanship. For her, stopping you in the town is a troublesome and easy to feel guilty."
"Although that sword was interesting, it was not so interesting that she would have to give up the swordsmanship of the Human Sword Sect to learn that sword."
This is the truth in the world.
Even if the sword of Tianya Sword Sect is really interesting.
But compared with the Human Sword Sect, the Sword Sect that once inherited the Mojianya swordsmanship, it is naturally nothing more than this.
Lu Xiaoer finally understood where the weird feeling in the first half of the hot pot conversation came from.
He is a member of the Xiaobai Sword Sect, and he is also a person who has learned the sword of the Tianya Sword Sect, but the things involved are just in between.
Although it may not be regarded as sitting down and observing the sky, it can certainly be regarded as short-sighted.
In his eyes, apart from Nandao's Xiuxue's sword, only the sword that Cao Weiying taught him was better.
"So it's just a choice to balance the grudges."
Nan Dao said softly.
"Yes."
The old swordsman sat under the eaves and nodded, then sincerely continued what he had not finished just now.
"So you have to walk slower. Whether you are in the realm of sword intention or cultivation, you can only be considered humble in front of the human sword master."
The old sword cultivator said and thought again.
"Perhaps you have some way to improve your level - this may be the reason why you have been waiting in the town for a few days."
The old swordsman said very seriously.
"Although I don't know what it is, it is still something that is stretched thin, just like you didn't wait this time."
Nan Dao stood quietly under the umbrella. He naturally understood that what the old sword cultivator said was very reasonable.
Many times, just thinking about it, when the mood is high, it is easy to take it for granted.
For example, when Nan Dao accepted Jiang Ye's words, although he knew it would be difficult, he still had some youthful confidence.
I feel like nothing is impossible.
However, that day when I saw this old sword cultivator.
Although it was only Lu Xiaoer who was shocked.
But the South Island was not without panic.
I just want to show off to my uncle.
"Are you kidding me?" Lu Xiaoer naturally took it to Nan Dao's heart.
Nan Dao stood quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "Doesn't the Human Sword Sect have disciples with lower realms?"
The old sword cultivator chuckled softly: "Of course, when they were young, but the youngest one you can see now, besides the one named Hu Lu, is another named Zhang Xiaoyu."
Therefore, not deceiving young people in the world is an extremely important principle in the world of spiritual practice.
This is not the nascent era of Dao.
The avenue may still be young, but it is also thousands of years old.
People have already formed many conventions.
For example, those who are above will go up, and those who are below will go down.
A place like the Human Sword Sect would naturally not accept mediocre people.
In Cong Ren's words, at least his talent cannot be much worse than his.
As a disciple of Cong Zhongxiao, although Cong Ren often laughs at himself for his poor talent, that is only because he has always been against those of Mojianya.
Hundreds of years have passed by, and talents are almost the same. Age is the most important determining factor.
The old swordsman looked at Nan Dao with regret and said: "Your cultivation years are too short, so you will naturally think that they are too advanced, but this is not something that is beyond your reach."
The South Island became quiet.
Of course he understands this.
If Taohua didn't lie.
He has really missed the road three times.
Many things will naturally catch up quickly.
Just like last March, he just started to enter Taoism.
Now it's almost like stepping into the snow.
However, Nan Dao suddenly remembered what Zhang Xiaoyu said to him in a snowy scene last year.
Also you need to go slower.
But obviously the meaning is different.
What Lao Jianxiu said about walking slower was to let Nan Dao's realm keep up with his pace.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked slower in order to make the Nandao realm slower than his pace.
Both are naturally justified.
It doesn't make sense, it's an unsatisfactory story that was pushed by fate.
It was the letter that was sent to the north.
So in fact, the path is chosen by oneself.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer stood at the gate of Zhenweiyuan for a long time. Finally, they bowed to Lao Jianxiu and said softly: "Thank you, senior."
The smile on Old Jianxiu's old face was charming and warm.
"You're welcome."
After the rain stopped, the two teenagers quietly walked out of the end of the town and walked towards the foot of the green hills.
The old sword cultivator was sitting there, moving his buttocks a little uneasily.
After thinking for a long time, I realized that it was because there was no sound of my granddaughter singing in the yard behind me.
The old swordsman sighed and decided to take a nap quietly.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu returned to Nanyi City.
Those people who were still immersed in the excitement of the New Year took a while to realize that the young man who folded white clothes into strips of cloth and blindfolded his eyes was Zhang Dianpao, who was popular in Nanyi City. .
"Zhang Xiaoyu?"
Some people chatting on the roadside were surprised to see Zhang Xiaoyu looking like this.
"How did you become like this? How long have you not washed your clothes? Are you being bullied outside?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was still facing the people who had played cards with him with a slight smile.
Until I heard the next few words, it felt like someone had punched me hard in the heart.
This sword cultivator, who had been playing cards happily in Nanyi City for seven years, suddenly felt very aggrieved the first moment he returned to Nanyi City.
But he didn't say anything, he just laughed softly, with a trembling voice, and said softly: "No, who can bully me, Zhang Xiaoyu? Right, hahaha."
Because they couldn't see Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, the people in Nanyi City felt that Zhang Xiaoyu was probably really smiling.
They were all laughing and joking.
Zhang Xiaoyu calmed down his emotions and chatted and laughed with everyone while leaning on the guardrail by the river.
Regarding the matter about his eyes, Zhang Xiaoyu just dealt with it calmly with an accident.
The people in Nanyi City are well-informed, so naturally they won't be surprised that Zhang Xiaoyu can still walk around normally even though he is blind.
Where all the great rivers first flowed together, naturally everything has been seen.
As people were talking, someone accidentally mentioned what happened by the Nanyi River not long ago.
About Shushu, about Hulu, and about the boy under the umbrella.
Zhang Xiaoyu fell silent.
What could he say?
He couldn't say anything.
Hu Lu is his junior brother.
So does the South Island.
And for the latter, he felt deeper guilt.
So on the first day when the sword cultivator in white came back from Huangliang, he stood by the Nanyi River for a long time, and in the end he just said something softly.
"They're all alive, that's good."
Naturally, those former poker friends couldn't say anything, they just patted Zhang Xiaoyu's back comfortingly.
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and then walked north along the Nanyi River.
People didn't ask anything. After all, Zhang Xiaoyu was once a member of the Sword Sect. After all, he wanted to return to the human Jian Sect to take a look.
After walking a long way, the people behind him remembered what happened before. They looked at this former disciple of the Sword Sect and said with a smile: "Zhang Xiaoyu."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around.
"Of course we believe you."
It’s about Lingnan.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there for a long time, then smiled softly, turned back, and walked along the long river.
It wasn't until they were far away that the swordsman in white raised his hand, as if wiping the corners of his eyes.
Maybe I really am a fish about to be drowned.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked along the river bank of Nanyi City, looking at the familiar and lively scenery, and thinking quietly.
Those who want to save cannot go that far from the shore.
Those who can be saved are not looking into the river.
The young man carrying an empty scabbard walked quietly through the entire Nanyi City.
Until he reached the gate of the Human Sword Sect.
The door is closed.
So the door needs to be knocked.
Just knocking on the door and pushing the door open have two different meanings.
But Zhang Xiaoyu still raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The morning sunshine brought by it spread all over the place.
The person who opened the door was Jiang Hehai, the senior who used to sit in the concierge and play cards all year round.
"Zhang Xiaoyu!"
Jiang Hehai looked at the young man at the door very happily.
He grabbed Zhang Xiaoyu's hand and walked towards the Sword Sect.
"Senior brother, junior brother is back!"
Jiang Hehai, who was almost thirty years old, was as happy as a child, shouting at Jian Zongli.
The senior brothers from the Sword Sect came out soon.
Standing in twos and threes on the sloping bridge over the Qingxi River in the gardens, they fell silent again with a smile when they saw the strip of cloth over Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes.
A lot has happened to Jian Zong these days.
Cong Ren left and never came back, some brothers died outside Nanyi City, Chen Huaifeng also left and never came back, Hu Lu was seriously injured and has not recovered yet, and finally saw Zhang Xiaoyu come back.
The 26-year-old young junior who once loved to wear clean white clothes to play cards, and then squat on the side of the road in the cold wind in the morning to eat rice balls.
But he has become a blind man.
After Jiang Ye's smile faded, he stood by the bridge in silence for a long time before asking, "What happened?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was invisible.
But he could still feel the expressions of his senior brothers through the gentle breeze in the world.
The change in his expression was very distinct.
The transition is very abrupt.
Because no one thought that Zhang Xiaoyu would become a blind man.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood at the door of Jianzong very free and easy, and said softly: "Li Qinghua is blind, I gave her eyes."
The senior brothers of the Sword Sect naturally know the story of Zhang Xiaoyu and Li Qinghua.
Mei Quming stood in a daze for a long time, then sighed softly and said, "How could this happen?"
It was very quiet in Jianzong.
There were just sighs coming and going.
Zhang Xiaoyu took the initiative to break the scene. Listening to the sounds in the wind, there was no sign of a certain senior who was drinking tea to maintain health.
"Where's Senior Brother Huai Feng, hasn't he come back yet?"
Jiang Hehai said softly from the side: "Senior Brother Huaifeng is not coming back. He is now a Taoist of Qingtian Dao."
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said: "Is this the price Qingtian Dao needs Jian Zong to pay for the Lingnan incident?"
Jiang Ye turned to look north and said slowly: "Maybe."
People fell silent again.
It seems that despite all the talk, there is always no good news.
Xiao Congxin's figure appeared next to the senior brothers. She looked at the blindfolded Zhang Xiaoyu and cursed sadly.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, you are such a bastard."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly.
"Yes."
Then the sword cultivator in white looked towards Yichi.
"Where's the gourd?"
Jiang Ye nodded.
The group of people headed towards a pool.
Zhang Xiaoyu crossed the extremely familiar path of a pond and stopped under the peach tree.
Hu Lu's figure was held and suspended there by the sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu said nothing, just watched quietly.
Jiang Hehai walked forward a little and looked at the unconscious young man.
"Hu Lu, your senior brother Xiaoyu is back."
The young man's fingers seemed to move.
It seems like an illusion.
Just a pool of peach blossoms.
A pool of green bushes with fresh green.
A pool of water ripples lightly.
Spring is coming soon.
