The world only knows that Li Shanhe has a name called Daoshengwo.
I just never thought that he also has a name called Le Chaotian.
This is not a pseudonym, but a real name.
Just like once in Daze, Liu Sanyue once asked Bu Suanzi a question.
Li Shanhe was called Li Shanhe because he learned Shanhe Finger.
how about you?
Therefore, the divination operator is called Xie Chaoyu.
Li Shanhe's name is Le Chaotian.
It's just that this name has probably not been used since the time of the civil strife in Qingtian Dao.
So it is normal that the world has no way of knowing.
A hundred years of life are like running water.
The same goes for fifty years.
In the incomplete dream that Zhang Xiaoyu had under the sword cliff, if the picture of the boy falling on the field was clearer, the young Taoist who stopped in front of the twelve-year-old boy would naturally have a smiling voice. Mild joy.
So although Nan Dao guessed a lot.
But he had never guessed that such a junior brother was Li Shanhe, the current master of Shanhe Temple, who was called a madman and a villain by the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there quietly.
After a long silence, he said softly: "Then let's call him Junior Brother."
Mountains and rivers watch brothers and sisters respect each other.
If you call me Master, you will naturally get into a lot of trouble.
Junior brother is different.
Junior brother is Nan Dao’s junior brother.
Le Chaotian smiled softly, sat upstairs and said, "Of course."
The canyon was quiet for a long time, and there was sword light flying below. Maybe it was the newly recruited disciple of Tianya Sword Sect who was trying out the sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu felt that kind of sword intent, and there was a very clear shadow of the sword intent of the human sword sect in it.
This is certainly a curious thing, but Zhang Xiaoyu has no intention to think about those things.
Just standing on the edge of the cliff facing the wind.
"When did you change your mind?"
The one who asked Zhang Xiaoyu to kill the man under the umbrella was Le Chaotian. The one who stayed away from the north and hid in the Lingnan Mountains sincerely taught the young man many principles of life was also Le Chaotian.
The beginning of such a story.
It was the first year after Zhang Xiaoyu came to visit.
Zhang Xiaoyu, who was still a young man at that time, stood in the warm lights of Shanhe Temple and looked back at his master who was obviously many years old but still young.
——What is the purpose of me starting to practice?
A young Taoist said softly - to kill a man holding an umbrella.
At that time, there were probably no umbrellas in the South Island, nor had they started drinking peach blossom wine.
Many stories have not yet begun.
And a certain Taoist seemed to already know a lot of things.
Yes, he is Xie Chaoyu's junior brother and Bai Fengyu's disciple.
Bai Yuyao, the divination operator, knows many things, and Le Chaotian will naturally know them too.
Later, when Zhang Xiaoyu stood at the back door of Jianzong and saw the young man holding an umbrella, he was actually stunned for a moment.
He thought about a lot of things at that time.
For example, do you even know that I will fall out with you, Master?
Of course, destiny is not a clear thing, it is vague and hazy, and everything is hidden in the mist that cannot be seen.
But he still chose to send his sword into Karma.
Because Zhang Xiaoyu’s other master also made the same decision.
So Zhang Xiaoyu waited for a certain snowstorm that spread to the top of Nanyi City, and an extremely tired young man.
But such a story obviously has an end.
"When I saw the snowstorm three feet away from fate."
Le Chaotian said softly.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there for a long time. After a long time, he turned around, raised his head slightly, faced Le Chaotian on the small building, and asked a question sincerely.
"What is destiny, how can it be three feet away?"
Le Chaotian looked down at the piano. The blood he vomited that day already had some marks on it.
This is the three feet of destiny.
It's just that this kind of thing may still not be clear enough.
Li Shanhe decided to teach his disciple one last lesson.
So Le Chaotian, who was playing the qin, and Li Shanhe, who was playing the qin, told Zhang Xiaoyu a story very calmly.
A story I heard from my senior brother, fortune teller Xie Chaoyu.
...
"I heard that you know the world well and are familiar with destiny."
Cong Ren sat on the edge of the bridge and looked at Xie Chaoyu as he spoke, and picked a green leaf from the peach tree nearby.
"Then take a guess and see if this leaf is broken."
Xie Chaoyu was silent for a while, and then said softly: "This is something that cannot be guessed."
If you say it is not broken, then Cong Ren will destroy it with his sword intent.
If you say it's broken, Cong Ren won't do anything.
But the young Xie Chaoyu took advantage and said slowly: "It has been broken in your heart."
Cong Ren was amazed at the young man's thinking, so he let go of the leaf and said with admiration: "You can indeed see some destiny, but you cannot exhaust it."
Xie Chaoyu said softly: "How can fate be exhausted?"
So Cong Ren and Xie Chaoyu also told a story.
This story happened even longer ago.
——
Cong Ren accidentally met a young man in Qingshang who woke up in a daze.
Also asked him the same question.
"Senior, let me guess whether this leaf is broken or not."
The young man in Qingshang said with a yawn.
"Not broken."
Cong Ren stood there in a daze for a long time.
He spread his hands.
The blade of grass in my hand was intact, nothing happened.
He always thought there was no answer to this question.
However, when the young man in green clothes said that it was not broken, Cong Ren thought about it for a long time, but he had to admit it.
Yes, this is a question with an answer.
The young man in Qing Shang did nothing.
But Cong Ren did nothing.
He did not use his sword to destroy the leaf.
Because he didn't dare.
Even if the boy was just yawning and looking for his wine bottle.
——
"There is a god three feet above your head." Cong Ren said calmly. "The gods here are not the ghosts and gods of Huangliang, but some existence that is higher than any human being in the world."
Xie Chaoyu stood there in silence and said slowly: "So the destiny of the world can be exhausted, three feet above, in the hands of the person who can control the world."
This is the origin of the original destiny three feet.
Something seen from a leaf held in the palm of the hand.
...
Le Chaotian sat upstairs, raising his hand to press the strings.
"Senior Brother's snowstorm is something that all those who spy on destiny cannot control."
Zhang Xiaoyu listened silently.
"When he holds the umbrella, he is out of our sight. Even Cong Ren should sincerely give him a word of comfort - hold on to your umbrella, young man."
Zhang Xiaoyu naturally understands these things.
This was also the reason why Cong Ren was unwilling to join Nan Dao in the Sword Sect from the beginning to the end.
It's just that he didn't realize it until now.
It turns out that is the three feet of fate.
Three feet above the world.
"I once had an incomparable fear towards such a young man. The story of Qingtian Dao left a too deep impression on all of us, so in such fear, my first reaction was to kill him."
Le Chaotian smiled slightly and said: "But obviously, in terms of looking at fate, I am not as good as Senior Brother Chaoyu, and I am not as good as Senior Cong Ren."
"The great flow of human beings comes from the sky. Naturally, we cannot block it. We can only try our best to channel him, annihilate his resentment, pour out his strongholds, and soften his true heart. He wants to take the path to the twelfth floor. , but it’s just right, just right for being a piece of white paper for painting.”
Li Shanhe can paint the mountains and rivers of the world, so he is naturally good at painting other things.
Le Chaotian is naturally a painter and a composer, but he is also a water-controller for the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there quietly, and after a long time he said softly: "What about me?"
Le Chaotian smiled slightly and said: "Since you left Shanhe Temple, your fate has been decided by you and not by me. What do you want me to do?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stood silently in the cool spring breeze.
Le Chaotian played a tune and said slowly: "I will no longer care about the affairs in the temple. Whether you want to follow your senior brother's path or follow your own path, it is your choice."
The music is peaceful, but there is a hint of sadness in it.
"Even if you still think that people like me must die."
The young man sitting in the building still had a calm look on his face.
"I wouldn't care either."
"As for you later using the sword that stabbed Senior Brother to throw those stigmatized sewage at Shanheguan, that was correct."
Le Chaotian whispered, and the music stopped suddenly. He let go of his hands, folded them in front of his belly, and looked at the disciple in front of him calmly.
"Everyone has speculated who will be the next generation master of Shanhe Temple. There are different opinions. It is just Li Shi, Chen Qingshan, or you."
Le Chaotian raised his head and looked at the world with an indifferent expression.
“But Shanhe Temple will not have the next generation of temple owners.”
"Such a Taoist temple will only exist for one generation."
"If you don't kill me, I will kill you in the future."
Le Chaotian lowered his head again, looking indifferent.
"You are too talented, I won't trust you."
Brothers, friends, and brothers are respectful, kind to those above and filial to those below.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there silently.
Only then did he finally understand why Li Shihui left Shanhe Temple early and built Xiyun Temple outside the pass.
Of course the senior brother will know more than the junior brother.
Just like what happened in the white storm.
The one who started to attack was Xie Chaoyu.
Le Chaotian's attitude in the small building is completely different from the past.
Maybe being sentimental and ruthless is just a thought.
The ruthless and passionate guest may not necessarily be the ruthless guest of the ruthless and flowing water.
So probably Le Chaotian's favorite was the mediocrely talented young man Lu Xiaosan from the Xiaobai Sword Sect.
The two stood there for a long time.
There were some sighing sounds coming from the canyon.
It was Lu Xiaosan who came back from Tianya Town carrying the name of the sword.
The little boy, who still had pain in his buttocks, was walking with a cane and shouting from a distance.
"Uncle Master, Uncle Master, come and help me."
The look on Le Chaotian's face faded, and there was a smile again. He looked at Zhang Xiaoyu below and said, "How about helping me help him up, senior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said nothing, but walked towards the canyon.
Lu Xiaosan naturally recognized Zhang Xiaoyu.
After all, the hot pot scene that night had just happened not long ago.
In just one month, this fellow Sword Master became a blind man?
Lu Xiaosan was actually very curious.
But he also knows that there are some things that you can talk nonsense about, and there are some things that you can't ask randomly.
After all, he was just a weak, pitiful, helpless little boy whose butt was spanked.
If the question made him unhappy, he didn't know if Le Chaotian could protect himself - after all, he heard Le Chaotian call him senior brother that night.
After asking, Lu Xiaosan felt relieved when he learned that Le Chaotian was too lazy to move and asked him to help him up.
After all, it would be unreliable if Le Chaotian calls him senior brother, but it is very reliable if Nan Dao also calls him senior brother.
Lu Xiaosan didn't know why he had the idea that Master Nan was more reliable than Master Le.
But they are probably evenly matched.
Zhang Xiaoyu took Lu Xiaosan to the edge of the building, said nothing more, and left quietly in the spring breeze, probably so as not to annoy Lu Xiaoxiao. After walking for a while, he turned into a sword light, just like when he came.
"What is he here for?"
Lu Xiaosan climbed up the small building with difficulty, lay down at the door of the small building and breathed a comfortable sigh of relief. He resisted the idea of rolling around to celebrate, and looked curiously at the blind sword cultivator who was walking away.
Le Chaotian tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Maybe there are some things that I don't understand very well, so I wanted to ask."
Lu Xiaosan said suspiciously: "Ask you?"
Le Chaotian said: "Of course not, I'm asking about your Uncle Nan. Unfortunately, he is no longer in Lingnan, so we just chatted for a while."
Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian strangely.
"He's downstairs and you're upstairs. What do you call small talk?"
Le Chaotian smiled and said: "Otherwise? Are you still going to treat him to hot pot?"
Lu Xiaosan nodded when he heard this and said, "It makes sense."
Le Chaotian continued to play the piano while asking Lu Xiaosan how he was doing today.
"How was your memorization today?"
Lu Xiaosan swayed a bit very comfortably.
"It's okay. I asked Cao Weiying and there probably aren't many left." Lu Xiaosan said and thought again.
"I can probably finish it within this month."
"By then I will be the world's leading swordsman!"
The little boy said very excitedly.
Le Chaotian smiled on the side.
The verbal and imaginary Sword Immortal is naturally much more interesting than the real Sword Immortal.
The two of them were resting there.
Lu Xiaoxiao walked up again.
Le Chaotian looked at the joy on the latter's face and said with a smile: "Have I really gained a nephew?"
Lu Xiaodao: "Yes."
Lu Xiaosan said curiously from the side: "What nephew? Master, have you accepted a disciple again? Is your name Lu Xiaoliu?"
"..."
Lu Xiaoxiao walked to the small building and sat down next to the two of them.
"What Lu Xiaoliu, Xiaobai Sword Sect is not recruiting disciples, it is Tianya Sword Sect. Your Uncle Wu is recruiting disciples. But Xiaosan, don't call other junior sisters when the time comes. That's..."
Lu Xiaosan didn't listen to what Lu Xiaoxiao said later.
He just lay there with his eyes shining.
Ah, it’s junior sister.
A small, soft, sweet-smelling little junior sister who will cry for a long time after being punched.
For the first time, Lu Xiaosan felt that his butt was so intolerant of being spanked.
When my butt is healed, I must scare this little junior sister.
hey-hey.
Lu Xiaosan was secretly thinking there.
Little Lu really didn't listen at all.
As for Lu Xiaoxiao, he didn't notice Lu Xiaosan's little thoughts. He just talked about something else with Le Chaotian, that is, to recruit a disciple in a while and ask him to go to the Sword Sect to support Wu Dalong.
Although Le Chaotian was a little lazy, such a thing was not impossible, so he naturally agreed.
After Lu Xiaosan finished, he gave Lu Xiaosan a few more instructions and then went downstairs.
After Lu Xiaoxiao left, Le Chaotai looked at Lu Xiaosan with a smile.
"You kid, what are you thinking about?"
Lu Xiaosan came to his senses and wiped his saliva.
"No, absolutely not. I, Lu Xiaosan, am a serious swordsman."
The young boy spoke righteously and confidently.
This is not a talent in another sense.
If it were Lu Xiaoer, he would definitely not be able to hold on anymore and start to feel guilty.
But Lu Xiaoer probably wouldn't act as recklessly as Lu Xiaosan.
Le Chaotian did not expose him, but turned back with a smile.
Play and sing.
"Ask me why I want to live in Bishan..."
——
Asked why I wanted to live in the green mountains, I smiled without answering and my heart was at ease. The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear, and there is no other world than this world.
——
This is a poem that Lu Xiaosan once memorized back from Tianya Town.
Le Chaotian composed a tune for it.
Naturally, Lu Xiaosan couldn't understand the meaning.
...
Cao Weiying sat beside the sword lake, holding the wine gourd in her hand.
There is a faint sound of singing in the spring breeze of the world.
"...There is no other world than this world."
After listening to the song, Cao Weiying held the wine gourd with a smile and took a big sip.
Nature is a different world than this world.
Some people have never been to Tianshang Town, but they can guess some things.
...
By the Tingfeng River in Lingnan.
A young man came down the mountain.
He was standing quietly by the creek bridge.
The two of them were drinking on the bridge and looking at a letter in their hands.
The letter was brought by the boy.
But it wasn’t written by a teenager.
The person who wrote the letter is called Yun Hu Zhi Zhi.
The college student of Qingniu Courtyard of Xuanxu Courtyard in Nanyi City.
Lingnan has never received such a letter before.
Because it is a letter of recommendation.
At the end of the letter, there is also some information about the young man’s spiritual practice and comments.
Graduating from the top four is obviously extremely rare.
The young man's name is Fu Jiangnan. He is fourteen years old and has entered the Taoist realm.
It was one of the two places given to Lingnan by the Prime Minister after the year-end summary.
As for the other young man, he took the letter of recommendation and planned to cross Lingnan to try his luck at Liuyun Sword Sect.
Ting Fengyin looked at it for a long time, then raised his head strangely and looked at the young man standing there quietly.
Ting Fengyin had naturally heard about the fact that two places were allocated to Lingnan in the courtyard, but he didn't think that anyone would really come to Lingnan with a letter, but he never paid attention to it.
It wasn't until after Lingnan was unblocked that this young man really climbed up the mountain seriously with the letter and inquired all the way to the Tingfeng River.
Not only did he hear the wind singing, but also Gu Shanhong felt a little weird. He seemed to be thirsty and kept drinking.
Ting Fengyin looked at it for a long time, pondered for a while, looked at the young man named Fu Jiangnan and said, "Do you know where Lingnan is?"
The young man Fu Jiangnan thought for a while and said, "I know, this is a place where most of the sword cultivators are of low level."
Although this is a bit disrespectful.
But it's also true.
Ting Feng Yin was not annoyed at all. Instead, he laughed and put away the letter in his hand.
"Then you are still coming to Lingnan?"
Fu Jiangnan said softly: "Although I'm not sure what Lingnan has, I believe in Dean Qingxiang."
This is a very simple truth.
Why did a place like Lingnan suddenly get a recommendation from Xuanxuyuan?
The young man didn't know what the prime minister was thinking, and naturally he, a student, didn't know.
But everyone knows who the prime minister is.
As a great demon in the world under the Three Swords and Three Views, it is naturally impossible to target him without aim.
"That makes sense."
Gu Shanhong held the wine glass and said with a chuckle.
Tingfeng Yin thought about it for a while, looked at the young man and asked, "Then do you have a sword sect you want to go to?"
Fu Jiangnan said: "Although I studied Lingnan for a long time when I was in the city, I also know that the senior is from the Tingfeng Sword Sect, and the person next to him should be Senior Gu, from the Jinghong Sword Sect. But where are we going? I am willing to listen to my seniors.”
Ting Fengyin raised his eyebrows.
"still the same?"
Fu Jiangnan said sincerely: "Since I already believe in Dean Qingxiang, I am naturally willing to believe in my senior."
Ting Fengyin reopened the letter in his hand and wrote a few words on it with his sword intent. Then the letter was blown back to the young man's hands by the sword wind.
"Then you go to Tianya Sword Sect."
