After leaving Tianqian Town, Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer slowly walked north.
Naturally, neither of them knew the road, and they probably didn't have a good sense of direction. Although they calibrated the direction through sunrise and sunset, they were still far off when they walked out of the Fengqiling range.
Although they knew that the two of them were not walking due north of Lingnan, they naturally knew that they would not pass by Shanyue City. However, when they passed by several households at the foot of the mountain and learned that they were currently under the jurisdiction of Bailu City, Nandao and Lu Xiaoer was still lost in thought.
Although they are the same from east to north, they are just different in sequence.
But who knows if one day the two of them would walk together and deviate to Lu Ming in the west.
So when passing by the next town, the two bought a Sinan from a roadside stall at a low price.
But after walking for a while, I realized that it was even more outrageous, so I ran back to find the vendor to settle the score.
As a result, the teenage stall owner said plausibly: "Sinan, Sinan, you have to go south."
Lu Xiaoer sneered.
“If the guide is accurate, shouldn’t walking in the opposite direction also be accurate?”
The stall owner was deep in thought, and Lu Xiaoer stood there, intending to see what the old boy had to say.
As a result, the man pondered for a long time, suddenly picked up the four corners of the stall that was spread out with cloth on the ground, threw it on his shoulders smoothly, and ran away.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer were left doubting their lives.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the compass-like thing in his hand with a blank look on his face, and the little spoon on it was shaking around.
"Uncle Master, do you want to chase me?"
Nan Dao looked at the figure that was about to disappear into the crowd of people in the town, thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, it's just a few pennies anyway."
Lu Xiaoer said with some annoyance: "What's wrong with slashing a chain store? Next time I see him, I'll give him a good beating first."
"..."
The two of them walked towards the north of the town again. They also bought a few sesame seed cakes on the way and ate them when they had nothing to do.
Previously, the two of them were walking in the direction above Sinan, but before they left the town, they saw Zhennan Street clearly written on the archway in front of them.
This time, instead of following Sinan, he walked to the north of the town.
The two of them checked again before walking out. After all, if they didn't find anyone to ask for directions along the way, they might have already circled back to Nanyi City.
Nan Dao didn't know where he would meet the second senior brother of the Human Sword Sect, so he walked slowly along the way, preserving the vitality and sword intention in his body, always in an abundant state.
"How many of the flowers in Uncle Master's Divine Sea have withered?"
Lu Xiaoer asked Nan Dao while observing the position of the hidden sunlight in the gloomy sky.
Nan Dao said calmly: "It's a lot, but it's still far from the trail."
"Is it far from Taxue?"
"Soon."
It’s just that there is probably no snow left to walk on in the world.
As we walked towards the afternoon, it started to rain lightly.
The two walked in the rain for a while, worried that they could not see the sky clearly and getting confused again as they walked, so they decided to find a place to rest.
Just outside the range of Fengqiling Mountains, the mountains here become sparse.
There is a bamboo forest by the lake in the distance, where you can probably take a rest. If it rains until night, you can also spend the night there.
Nan Dao naturally doesn't care about these things, but sometimes he has to consider Lu Xiaoer who is in the mountain realm.
Practitioners can fast to ward off the wind and cold, but this is also based on sufficient vitality in the body.
Although Lu Xiaoer has also made progress, it's just that compared to Nandao, it's still too slow. It takes a long time to see the mountains and understand the water.
The two of them walked towards the bamboo forest holding umbrellas.
There was a trail in the forest that looked like there was a home there, but the two of them walked along the bamboo forest for a long time without seeing any trace of human beings. Or maybe it was just a trail through the bamboo forest.
There was a dilapidated thatched hut beside the bamboo forest, probably left by a fisherman. The two sat down there. In front of them was the big lake, with cliffs in the distance, and further away, the vast plains of the human world, with some Streams and rivers flowed through there, and there were scattered farmland that had just begun to survive the winter.
Lu Xiaoer wanted to take the umbrella, but the shed had probably not been repaired for a long time. It was very dilapidated and leaked a little. Lu Xiaoer had no choice but to hold the umbrella and look around the edge of the thatched shed.
Nan Dao was sitting there, holding an umbrella in one hand and untying his sword in the other. Seeing Lu Xiaoer's appearance, he asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"
Lu Xiaoer retracted his head and said seriously: "This place is a bit comfortable. If I were a senior fellow of the Human Sword Sect, I would probably live near here. I would look at the human world every day, and then go fishing. If I didn't catch anything, I would Go and steal rice ears from the fields far away."
Anglers never fly.
"..."
Not long after Lu Xiaoer finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the bamboo forest, rustling all the way, and humming an unknown tune.
The young boy looked very strange.
It's not like he really got it right.
Nan Dao also held the sword, and the two of them looked out of the hut.
Lu Xiaoer was indeed right.
He is a fisherman, and those rustling sounds are the sounds made by the fishing rod he carries on his body sweeping the bamboo leaves in the forest.
He was carrying a bamboo hat, wearing white clothes, and a sword at his waist.
As we all know, sword cultivators in white are generally not easy to mess with.
It's just this swordsman in white who is humming a tune and holding a piece of grass in his mouth.
It's a woman who looks to be in her twenties.
Lu Xiaoer thought of another thing.
Yes, in addition to young men, middle-aged men, and old men, there should also be young women among the fishing guys who never fly in the air force.
Such a young woman would probably not be a sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect.
Nan Dao breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the sword in his hand.
The female sword cultivator in white was also stunned for a moment when she saw the two young men in her hut.
Then he smiled broadly and said: "Okay, okay, even if I can't catch any fish today, I can still pick up two clean teenagers."
"..."
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer standing aside in silence.
Although Lu Xiaoer doesn't like fishing, his junior brother Lu Xiaosan is an expert at it.
So the young man thought for a while and said sincerely: "That's what those fishermen are like."
The woman in white walked to the edge of the hut. Not far from the hut was the large lake. There were ripples in the lake, and there was a mist of water vapor in the distance. However, for fishermen, such drizzle will naturally not affect their interest in fishing. .
"Hey, are you still a two-sword cultivator? Are you from Lingnan?"
The woman in white looked at the two and asked.
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said very cautiously: "A disciple of the Lingnan Jinghong Sword Sect, this is my senior brother, Gu Shanhong's close disciple."
Ting Feng Yin was too famous among the people around Lingnan to be impersonated, so Lu Xiaoer pulled out Gu Shanhong, who was in a similar realm to Ting Feng Yin but few people knew about him.
The woman in white nodded thoughtfully and said, "It turns out to be Gu Shanhong."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned and said, "Do you know him...my master?"
The woman in white smiled and turned around and walked towards the lake.
"I don't know him. The name sounds nice. Maybe you can recognize him. By the way, help me take out the little horse from the shed."
Lu Xiaoer looked back at the simple and dilapidated straw shed. It was obvious that the woman in white had built this straw shed by herself.
It was very messy inside, but I couldn't see any small ponytails anywhere.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then dug out the little Mazha from a pile of bulges covered with dead grass on the ground.
Also very worn.
Probably this unknown woman in white couldn't find any other good things besides her white clothes and fishing rod - if the sword on her waist was also hanging randomly.
Lu Xiaoer held an umbrella and sent Xiao Maza over.
The woman in white said thank you, sat down on the pony, then made a nest, baited and cast the rod.
Then he sat there, humming an unknown tune and waiting comfortably.
Fishing is rare in Nandao, so he looked at Lu Xiaoer aside with some confusion.
"Didn't you say you have to be quiet when fishing? Aren't you afraid of scaring the fish away?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "Maybe she has special fishing skills."
However, it is not clear whether the woman in white has special fishing skills, but she continued fishing until the afternoon, and when the rain became heavier and heavier, she still didn't catch anything.
It was very strange for Lu Xiaoer. After all, he couldn't catch anything if he couldn't catch it, but it wasn't like he didn't even see a shadow for most of the day.
The little boy held an umbrella and walked towards the lake, lowering his head and looking into the big lake.
It doesn't look like there are any fish inside.
It's just that it's raining and there are ripples, so I can't see it very carefully.
The woman in white clothes on the side stopped humming and looked at the big lake in front of her with a sad face.
Liu Yemei's eyebrows seemed to be wrinkled, and she couldn't relax them.
The rain is still falling, and the rain is pouring all over the forest.
Lu Xiaoer looked at it for a long time and subconsciously frowned.
I have been watching Lu Xiaosan pick up ordinary fishing techniques in the mountains all year round, but watching this scene now makes me very sad.
"Would you like to try to lift it up and take a look? Maybe all the bait has been eaten."
When the woman in white heard this, she turned to look at the young boy and said with some annoyance: "Impossible, I am so grateful to Chunxue with one stroke, and I have never thrown a second stroke before."
Lu Xiaoer was startled when he looked at the woman whose eyebrows were as sharp as a sword. He subconsciously held the sword.
The woman named Xie Chunxue probably realized that she had frightened the young boy, so she calmed down her expression, turned back and looked at the lake with a dull look and said: "I will definitely be able to catch fish today, but I won't be able to catch any... ..."
Lu Xiaoer thought to himself, are you really planning to take me and my uncle back?
But think about it, it is indeed possible.
After all, no fisherman can accept that he will go back with nothing.
Lu Xiaoer asked very cautiously: "If you really didn't catch anything today..."
Xie Chunxue said very seriously: "When I stand in front of you in pain, you can't say that I have nothing, you can't say that I am empty-handed."
"..."
This is probably the fisherman and the poet.
Lu Xiaoer hesitated and planned to walk back to the hay shed.
But Xie Chunxue's expression suddenly became tense.
Lu Xiaoer stopped and looked at the fishing rod in her hand. There was no movement on it, so he asked suspiciously, "Has any fish been bitten?"
Xie Chunxue sighed and said: "No, someone is coming."
Lu Xiaoer didn't understand what this meant.
Nan Dao, who had been sitting quietly in the hut, suddenly opened his eyes. The sword intent immersed in the divine sea suddenly broke out of the water, fell into the human world, and landed on the two swords on his knees.
In the big lake beyond the bamboo forest, in the distant ripples of mist, there was a small boat coming.
There is a figure standing on the bow of the boat, sheltered from the wind and rain.
Lu Xiaoer naturally saw this scene and nervously held the sword in his arms.
Unfortunately, it was rainy and foggy above the lake, so a figure like that was only vaguely visible, and Lu Xiaoer couldn't see clearly who that person was.
It was not until the boat gradually approached the bamboo forest that the appearance of the figure on the head of the boat gradually became clear.
He is a young Taoist with an impressive appearance.
He was wearing a Taoist robe, which was clean in the wind and rain, and the robe was fluttering, which was quite chic.
Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the person coming was not a sword cultivator, but he still did not let go of the sword in his hand. He stepped on the winter bamboo leaves on the ground and retreated towards the hut.
Lu Xiaoer didn't stop until he stopped next to Nan Dao.
Although Xie Chunxue looked nervous, her voice was very relaxed.
"Don't worry, this is just a fishing friend of mine. He was fishing on the other side of the lake. Now he's here. He probably caught a fish."
Xie Chunxue's voice still had a sour taste.
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment and looked at Nan Dao aside. The sword intent around Nan Dao was dissipating, but some remained on the sword just in case.
"Uncle Master?"
"Shangjing Taoist."
Nan Dao's voice was very soft.
Perhaps more than that, the meaning when the Taoist came out of the rain just now reminded Nan Dao of the Taoist named Li Shi whom he met in Nanyi City.
Perhaps it is the cultivation of the great road.
The two teenagers sat in the hut holding their breath and had no intention of leaving.
If such a Taoist really had any ill intentions, they would naturally not be able to escape.
But the Taoist didn't seem to be interested in the two of them.
The boat leaned against the shore, rippling slightly in the drizzle of the lake. The Taoist glanced at the two of them casually, and then looked at Xie Chunxue on the shore with a smile.
A hand was extended.
"Look, seven pounds and six taels."
Xie Chunxue sneered and said, "Did I ask you?"
Only then did the two young boys see the Taoist priest in fluttering clothes, who looked extremely aloof, with a raised lip in his hand.
"..."
The two young boys were relatively speechless.
The Taoist raised his hand and held his chin in thought for a moment, then stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the two young men in the hut.
Lu Xiaoer understood it and said sincerely.
"I asked."
Xie Chunxue turned back and glared at the young boy.
The little boy turned his head to look at the rain and pretended not to see it.
The Taoist smiled slightly and said: "So you see it is really seven pounds and six taels."
Xie Chunxue, the one-pole immortal, said angrily: "Why do you want to say it a second time?"
The Taoist smiled and said, "Because the young boy asked just now."
"..."
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer lowered their heads in perfect agreement.
"Uncle, senior brother, what shall we eat tonight?"
"There should be two more sesame cakes."
"Ah, yes, yes."
The two of them talked about him there.
Although Xie Chunxue seemed to be just a fisherman with a sword, when this Taoist appeared, the meaning was naturally different.
There are probably people on both sides who can't afford to offend.
Xie Chunxue looked at the smiling man in front of him. He was originally a little annoyed that the two teenagers were living in his own hut and eating both inside and outside, but suddenly he remembered something and suddenly took out the fishing rod in his hand.
The fishing line carrying the lake water instantly cut through the rainwater.
Nan Dao's expression changed, and the Peach Blossom Sword on his knee was instantly unsheathed. However, the sword on Xie Chunxue's waist made a light sound, and Nan Dao's Peach Blossom Sword was directly suppressed by the sound of the sword and fell to the ground.
Before Youtiao Island even had time to unsheath, the fishing line crossed over the bamboo forest and trapped the two of them. The fishing line swam with sword intent. Both Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao were trapped. In the meantime.
The wind and rain roared in my ears.
When the bamboo leaves in the forest fell, the two of them were already suspended by fishing lines, hanging above the Yuhu Lake.
"Look, two hundred and three pounds."
Xie Chunxue looked proudly at the two teenagers with the ends of the fishing rods hanging on the water.
The Taoist has a black line on his head.
"Does this count?"
"Why doesn't it count?" Xie Chunxue said plausibly, "Fish are the people in the lake, and people are the fish in the lake."
"..."
Nan Dao, who was tied and hanging on the lake and couldn't break free, looked helplessly at Lu Xiaoer who was standing aside.
The latter said sincerely: "That's what they fishermen are like."
So the corn passing by is the fish in the field, and the stones picked up are the fish on the ground.
All in all, as long as there is a fish in your heart, everything will be a fish.
The two of them finally understood how Xie Chunxue, a woman with extremely bad fishing skills, got the name of One-shot Immortal.
Anyway, everything is a fish, so naturally it cannot fail.
The Taoist reluctantly threw the fish beside Xie Chunxue, sighed and said, "Okay, you win today."
Lu Xiaoer thought to himself, with this fishing method, how could she not win one day?
If it doesn't work, I just throw the fishing line into the mud with one stroke - look, I caught a human, I don't know how much it weighed.
But why are the two fighting to win?
Although Lu Xiaoer was tied to the fishing line and soaked in the rain, he still looked at the Taoist curiously.
After the Taoist threw the tail to Xie Chunxue, he took a boat towards the other side of the lake that was unknown how far away.
"Mei Shan is an inch closer."
Xie Chunxue nodded.
The Taoist left very quickly and disappeared over the lake in the blink of an eye.
Lu Xiaoer was about to ask when he could put the two of them down.
The lake water beneath him was undulating violently.
There was a roaring sound in the world for a moment, and then disappeared instantly.
And the lake gradually calmed down.
Xie Chunxue stood by the lake, his eyes seemed to be looking at the distant shore of the lake.
Then he raised his hand and drew his sword, and cut off an inch of the bamboo forest lake shore with one sword stroke.
Neither Lu Xiaoer nor Nan Dao understood what this was doing.
Xie Chunxue, however, picked up the cock on the ground and carried the fishing rod on his body. It seemed that he did not intend to put the two teenagers down. He just carried it all the way, picked up the sword on the ground, and moved towards the depths of the bamboo forest. Go.
The two teenagers were hanging on the fishing line and could almost touch the bamboo leaves on the ground.
The rain pattered.
The two of them didn't know where they would be taken.
