The rain continued until nightfall.
Nan Dao left the bamboo platform, opened the door of a certain hut, sat at the door, watched the sound of rain and practiced meditation.
Lu Xiaoer probably wanted to get some information, so he spoke to Nan Dao, then carried his sword on his back and walked through the stone steps, slowly walking towards the cliff.
There are some lights on the cliff, which fall through the drizzle and fall into the pool, like a touch of orange moonlight.
The young boy held an umbrella all the way up, but the woman named Xie Chunxue did not stop him. Instead, he reminded Lu Xiaoer.
"It's a river and it's raining. Be careful not to fall and die."
Lu Xiaoer was speechless.
Stopping there became a dilemma. In the end, I simply gritted my teeth and walked towards the top.
As the young boy's position rose, he also saw the complete appearance of the small bamboo house.
It is a bamboo house similar to the one built by Qingjiao, but it is larger and more spacious. In other words, this small bamboo house is shaped like an 'umbrella'.
Supported by a beam, a bamboo curtain made of small bamboo tubes hanging down on all sides, with some swords hanging scattered inside, like decoration.
The woman named Xie Chunxue sat under the bamboo curtain facing the clear pool. She rolled up the bamboo curtain. There was a bright oil lamp on the pillar beside her. She had the Parrot Island on her lap and was studying there.
Lu Xiaoer originally planned to be rude.
Just thinking that today the two of them were caught by Xie Chunxue without any ability to fight back, they restrained themselves from such unnecessary thoughts, stood in front of the bamboo house, and softly called "Senior".
Xie Chunxue did not raise her head, but stretched out her hand towards the young boy and said, "Show me your sword."
Lu Xiaoer hesitated a little and handed over his sword.
Xie Chunxue pulled out the two swords together, looked at them in amazement for a long time, and raised her hand to touch them with sword intent.
Wherever his hands touched, extremely bright sword light emitted, like stars.
Sword light is naturally also sword fire.
This means that the tempering intention hidden deep in those swords can compete with the sword intention of the extremely powerful female swordsman in front of him.
But it was obvious that neither Nan Dao nor Lu Xiaoer could really bring these things into play.
Maybe his level is not enough, maybe he is not a real sword master.
Xie Chunxue rubbed the two swords together with her sword intent, then raised her head to look at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Are you two using the same sword?"
Lu Xiaoer stood under the umbrella and said nothing.
At the beginning of Tianya Town, the two young boys went back and forth and forgot those things. It was probably because Cao Weiying didn't want the world to know his existence.
Xie Chunxue didn't have any special expression, just some very ordinary curiosity on his face. Seeing the young man's appearance at this time, he actually smiled and said: "Forget it, but I don't covet you. It means sword.”
As we all know, the nameless sword cultivator is the nameless sword.
There are only a few swords that are truly famous in the world.
Lu Xiaoer's eyes fell on Xie Chunxue's side. Her own sword, like snow, jade and flowing light, was lying quietly on the bamboo trees.
"What's the name of your sword?"
Xie Chunxue's eyes lit up. He put the two swords aside, picked up his own sword, held it in his hand and stood up. He even turned sideways and said proudly: "It looks good."
Lu Xiaoer nodded silently.
After all, that’s what fishermen are like.
"Yangchun, Yangchun with white snow." Xie Chunxue held her sword and leaned on the pillar with a smile, looking at the drizzle on the cliff. "It's a pity that it's raining today, so you can't see what it really looks like."
"What a really nice look."
Lu Xiaoer asked politely.
Xie Chunxue thought for a while and said: "In spring, when the bright sunshine shines on the sword, it will emit an extremely clean and bright light, just like snow, so it is called Yangchun White Snow."
Although Lu Xiaoer vaguely remembered that Yangchun Baixue probably didn't mean that, but it seemed to make sense, but in the current scene, it probably didn't make sense, and the young boy wouldn't object.
After he came down from the mountain, he began to think about many things and realized that sometimes by agreeing appropriately, he might get a lot of benefits.
So Lu Xiaoer nodded seriously and said, "So that's it."
Xie Chunxue sat down again, picked up Lu Xiaoer's sword, looked at the name on it, and asked curiously: "What does Xiwu mean?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "It's because Xiwu Buwen Bell, Buwen Bell is in the hands of my junior brother."
After the complete sentence came out, Xie Chunxue naturally understood, looked at the Parrot Island again, picked it up, and waved it in front of Lu Xiaoer's eyes.
"What about this?"
Lu Xiaoer thought about it, and fortunately, after Lu Xiaosan carried it there, he was curious about the name of the sword on the South Island, so Lu Xiaoer knew a little about it.
"I will smash the Yellow Crane Tower for you, and you will knock down the Parrot Island for me."
Xie Chunxue raised her eyebrows when she heard these two verses spoken by Lu Xiaoer and said, "What a loud tone."
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "Senior, don't you accept it?"
Xie Chunxue chuckled and said, "Of course I accept it. I can tell who the sword master is by looking at the sword, and I can probably guess who this person is."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, have you ever seen grass as a firefly?
Then he looked at Xie Chunxue and asked, "Who?"
Xie Chunxue turned to look at the high cliff in the human world and said softly: "The third disciple of the Sword Saint, Master Qinglian."
People of the Human Sword Sect can naturally call the people of Mojianya their masters, after all, they are Xieqiao's seniors.
Lu Xiaoer was really stunned this time.
Then he remembered the sword that Qingshang boy taught him.
He said it was a very good sword.
That thing can't be the first line in the world of Mojianya.
Lu Xiaoer stood there blankly.
Xie Chunxue looked at the young boy strangely and said, "What are you doing?"
Lu Xiaoer came back to his senses, concealed his expression, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
It's a pity that this is Lu Xiaoer and not Lu Xiaosan, so such a cover-up does not give the feeling of complete satisfaction.
However, Xie Chunxue didn't care and returned the two swords to Lu Xiaoer.
Then she looked at him with a smile and said, "By the way, what are you doing up on the cliff in the middle of the night?"
Lu Xiaoer held an umbrella and stood in the rain with his head lowered, and said softly: "I will go to the lake tomorrow and just go fishing?"
Xie Chunxue probably knew what Lu Xiaoer was worried about, and said with a smile: "Of course it's just fishing, you don't have to worry about what the Taoist will do to you. We are all people in the Dao realm, and we won't treat a young man who sees the mountain If you take action, you will inevitably lose points."
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, then raised his head and said slowly: "What if we lose?"
"If I lose, I won't do anything to you. I'll just stay and hunt for me. When your uncle can defeat me, you can leave."
Xie Chunxue put it very simply.
"So what level is senior?"
Xie Chunxue smiled slightly.
"Nine folding waves in the sea of Dao."
Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.
Xie Chunxue looked at the dazed young boy, stood up, put down the rolled up bamboo curtains, and said, "It's already very late, you should go down and rest."
Lu Xiaoer walked downstairs blankly.
I don’t even know when I returned to the cliff.
It wasn't until Nan Dao called him strangely for a long time that the young boy came back to his senses.
Looking at his uncle, he opened his mouth and said one sentence.
"Uncle Master, how long will it take to reach Daohai Jiudielang?"
As soon as such a question came up, Nan Dao naturally understood what it meant.
He looked up and looked at the not-high cliff in shock.
You call this a fisherman?
A night of silence.
...
In the early morning of the next day, the rain had not stopped. Lu Xiaoer woke up and walked out of the small bamboo hut. He saw Nan Dao still sitting there.
The drizzle pool in the world is very peaceful. The sound of the thin and dense water falling into the pool and the sound of the hanging stream falling are both calming.
Lu Xiaoer didn't feel much worried at this time.
Whether it is good or bad, you will never know until you try it.
What's more, even if you lose, it's not a bad thing.
Lu Xiaoer stood at the door holding his sword, thinking very seriously.
After last night's shock, Lu Xiaoer came to his senses. Yes, Daohai Jiudielang was at an extremely high level, but even if he couldn't leave, how could he not have such an outrageous master?
There is no need to work as a cow or a horse. I just help with fishing and making nests, and then practice sword practice, and there will be someone to guide me.
Lu Xiaoer stopped his thoughts.
Sure enough, it is between good and evil.
Although it is said that poverty leads to change, change leads to prosperity.
But don’t go too far.
Lu Xiaoer warned himself very solemnly.
How can a man live in heaven and earth...
Lu Xiaoer held an umbrella and looked around again, but didn't seem to find anything for fishing anywhere. He was planning to go to the bamboo forest outside to cut a bamboo pole and come back when he heard Xie Chunxue's voice coming from the cliff.
"Haaaah...did you get up so early?"
The woman in white clothes and jade sword stood on the edge of the cliff wearing a bamboo hat, stretching and yawning.
Lu Xiaoer's mentality had calmed down, and he took up the stance of a sword cultivator again, standing by the pond with his sword in his arms and nodded.
Seeing the young boy like this, Xie Chunxue smiled, then turned around and disappeared to the edge of the cliff. Not long after, he appeared there with the fishing rod, and then he carefully floated the fishing rod with his sword and delivered it to In the hands of a young man hundreds of feet below the cliff.
"Just use this one, be careful not to break it, or I will hammer you to death."
Xie Chunxue stood on the cliff and pretended to wave his fist.
No wonder the two of them thought this was just a fisherman.
Because the woman wearing the Yangchun White Snow Sword indeed looks like an exceptionally young and lively human woman.
Probably a young person with a young mind is truly young.
Just like Le Chaotian.
Lu Xiaoer was holding the fishing rod. The hook on it was naturally normal, not a needle or some weird thing.
The young boy checked for a while, then looked back at his uncle.
Nan Dao has also opened his eyes and walked towards the bamboo platform with an umbrella. Lu Xiaoer also kept his sword, so he now has three swords in his hand. He sat down on the bamboo platform and Nan Dao faced Lu Xiaoer. nodded.
The young boy then carried the bamboo pole and walked through the bamboo forest along the way he came.
Xie Chunxue stood on the cliff, quietly watching the little boy go away, until the sound of the rustling bamboo leaves drowned out the sound of the retreating footsteps.
The woman in white turned back and looked at the young man under the umbrella on the bamboo platform with a smile.
"Long time no see, Taohua."
Nan Dao suddenly raised his head.
The woman in white stood there with a smile.
And in the drizzle in the clear lake on the cliff, another figure dressed in white slowly appeared next to Nan Dao.
"Long time no see, senior."
.......
Lu Xiaoer carried the fishing rod all the way through the bamboo forest.
Although it is said not to listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly.
But Lu Xiaoer is naturally not the kind of person who can scream and walk slowly.
The young boy may still be a little curious.
What kind of chanting method is Yin Xiao?
Could it be a long walk all the way to Wuhu or Wuhu?
The little boy was thinking wildly as he walked along the path the two of them had taken yesterday.
Of course, this means being tied up and carried back like a fish.
Although it's stupid, there's nothing you can do about it.
After walking all the way, we finally arrived at the big lake again. There were countless ripples in the flat lake, just like yesterday, but the person who came here to fish today had become Lu Xiaoer.
The little boy sighed very much and dug out a small matza in the straw shed and sat down by the lake, so sometimes some things are probably destined.
If they hadn't been deceived by someone pretending to be Simon in that town yesterday, the two of them probably wouldn't have stayed here, but would have continued moving forward, looking for the next village or town as a place to stay.
But there are not so many ifs in everything.
Lu Xiaoer checked the fishing rod again, then dug in the ground with his sword and dug out two earthworms, threaded them on the fishhook together, and then threw them into the lake.
As for making a nest, the young boy had nothing and only found a small horse in the hay shed. He couldn't make a nest by himself.
The fishhook pierced with two earthworms was thrown into the lake with a slightly dull plop.
One-shot immortal Xie Chunxue's requirement is to only swing one shot.
Lu Xiaoer sat nervously in the rain, holding a fishing rod in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Although he had tried his best to find various reasons to calm his mind, his hands were still trembling slightly.
Don't panic, you are a senior brother, Lu Xiaosan can catch fish, there is no reason why you can't catch fish.
Lu Xiaoer hypnotized himself over and over again.
Believe in yourself, you are Lu Xiaosan.
But this does have some use.
It wasn't that he really believed that he was Lu Xiaosan, but that the young boy's attention was distracted, so he naturally became less nervous.
As for his uncle, Lu Xiaoer never thought about it from beginning to end.
That was something beyond his control.
The more you worry, the more counterproductive it may be.
Not long after Lu Xiaoer's heart began to calm down, the ripples on the lake he had been staring at seemed a little strange.
Lu Xiaoer raised his head, and sure enough, in the drizzle and mist, a small boat was slowly approaching.
He is still the Taoist he was yesterday.
The Taoist was a little surprised when he saw that it was Lu Xiaoer who was fishing here.
"Where's Xie Chunxue?"
The boat stopped not far away in the lake. The Taoist stood at the bow of the boat, looked at Lu Xiaoer and asked.
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while and said truthfully: "She is fishing behind the bamboo forest."
The Taoist didn't ask any more questions, he just nodded and said, "So that's it."
Then he threw the fish in his hand to the shore.
Although Lu Xiaoer didn't know what he was doing, he still stuck the fishing rod in his hand on the stone by the lake. Then he picked up some grass and vines in the bamboo forest, threaded the fish through it, and hung it on a bamboo branch not far away. superior.
The Taoist did not leave, but still stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the young boy who was fishing.
After watching for a while, the Taoist sat down at the head of the boat.
"You want to fish?"
This question is very strange.
But Lu Xiaoer still answered sincerely: "Yes."
The Taoist smiled and said, "It's not easy to catch fish in this lake."
Lu Xiaoer thought that something was indeed strange. He looked up at the Taoist and asked, "Why is it so difficult to fish?"
The Taoist looked deep into the bamboo forest and said softly: "Because she has been fishing here for many years."
This is obviously not a clear answer.
So the Taoist retracted his gaze and continued talking.
"In the past, she used her sword intent to fish, used wind and rain to make nests, and used her sword intent to fish. If she can continue fishing like that, she will naturally not be fooled like this again."
The Taoist laughed softly.
"They are very smart. If you fish like you, you can only try your luck."
Lu Xiaoer said strangely: "Isn't fishing just about luck?"
The Taoist took out his fishing rod from the boat again - it was a fishing rod with a metallic luster. The dark sound of the rod still had the sound of a bamboo, and there was some cold light in the drizzle, which looked extremely unusual.
It's probably like the magic weapon made of meteorites from the sky in the storybook.
Lu Xiaoer stared blankly at the fishing rod in the Taoist's hand, forgetting what he had asked before.
The Taoist sat on the bow of the boat and threw the rod into the lake.
Obviously this is no ordinary cast.
Because at the moment when the Taoist threw the pole, Lu Xiaoer was very keenly aware that the vitality of heaven and earth was surging up and down the entire lake.
Rather than throwing the rod, it was more like throwing something into the water and hitting it.
The spool at the bottom of the black fishing rod was spinning rapidly.
The fishing line quickly dropped into the water, like a sword that broke through the wind and rain.
Large ripples instantly appeared in the lake, spreading rapidly with the fishing line entering the water as the center.
After throwing the rod, the Taoist took the fishing line back and chuckled: "It's just luck."
Lu Xiaoer stared intently at the end of the fishing line of the fishing rod in the Taoist's hand - there was a fish on it. It had probably been knocked unconscious and was hanging there motionless with its belly hooked up.
The little boy then understood what kind of luck the Taoist meant by luck.
Just one stroke down, just hit a fish, and it was hooked up.
It's just that it is obviously difficult for an ordinary fisherman to hit the fish in the lake with such precision and knock it out with a small hook.
The little boy said softly: "This may not be luck."
The Taoist smiled slightly and said, "Of course it's luck. Before I threw the pole, I didn't know if it would hit a fish. But if you follow the path of fate, you'll be lucky."
Lu Xiaoer sat there in a daze, holding the fishing rod in his hand, looking at the Taoist at the head of the boat, and said softly: "Who is the senior?"
"There is one missing door, Ye Zhuliu."
Go with the flow and stop when you encounter obstacles.
