Lu Xiaoer didn't know when he would be able to catch that fish.
Sometimes he can't remember how long he has been fishing here.
Ye Zhuliu, the missing Taoist priest, would come sometimes and sometimes not.
The Meishan Bamboo Forest is separated by a large lake, far and near, as if there is never an end.
After sitting by the forest for a long time, Lu Xiaoer finally lifted up the bamboo pole in his hand in the darkening sky.
The hook was still empty.
This made him feel like he was being teased, so he abandoned the fishing rod, held his sword and jumped into the lake.
The spring breeze and sunset illuminate the flat lake on earth, which is indeed a peaceful and beautiful scene.
There is no human wind blowing near this flat lake.
Those stories about the North and the South, and the affairs between the two races, are naturally not clear to those who are involved in them.
Lu Xiaoer only had fish in his heart.
fish!
fish!
The young boy jumped into the big lake with his sword. The water in the spring water was very strong.
The young boy who only saw the mountain realm naturally felt a little like falling into an ice cave for a moment, but fortunately, the vitality of heaven and earth in the divine sea surged out, replacing the blood flowing in the body, and the chill gradually faded away.
The water of the lake is very clear, but when you look up at the world, the light of the sunset in the lake is distorted and spreads like ripples.
Lu Xiaoer took one look, then lowered his head and looked into the lake.
Those soft human lights cannot completely shine into the bottom of the great lake.
However, whether you can see the bottom of the lake or not is not that important.
Importantly, what are these fish doing?
Lu Xiaoer was a little angry and helpless.
Of course the fish is doing what fish are supposed to do.
In the lake, he gnawed on aquatic plants, swallowed some plankton, swung his fins and tail, twisted his seductive waist, and swam leisurely, showing a sense of contempt for this young man whom he had not seen for a long time.
OK OK.
That's how you play it, right?
Lu Xiaoer was humiliated and drew his sword in the ripples at the bottom of the lake.
Half an hour later, the young boy jumped out of the lake in great embarrassment.
There is a fish hanging from his butt.
While Lu Xiaoer shook the water on his head, he also saw the unknown fish biting his butt and refusing to let go.
He was still looking a little sad, but suddenly he thought of something, picked up the fishing rod and his sword, and headed towards the depths of the bamboo forest.
"Senior, I caught a fish!"
Xie Chunxue just started to put the white jade-like Yangchun Sword into its sheath when she heard the little boy shouting from a distance.
Lu Xiaoer is naturally not a person who likes to yell.
It's just that sometimes after being suppressed for too long, suddenly the light comes out, and the natural youthful nature comes out.
Even Nan Dao, who was adjusting his breath on the bamboo platform, raised his eyes and looked at the path leading to the bamboo forest.
Lu Xiaoer's figure soon appeared there, carrying a fishing rod and holding a sword.
Where's the fish?
Nan Dao looked at his little nephew strangely.
Of course the fish is in the butt.
Lu Xiaoer put down the fishing rod, took the Xiwu Sword, and knocked it behind him for a long time with the sheath, before finally knocking the fish off, and it landed on the ground and jumped around.
Xie Chunxue stood on the cliff and watched this scene, but he roughly understood what happened. He smiled softly and said, "Of course that is a good thing."
Lu Xiaoer bent down and picked up the fish, and stood at the foot of the cliff. He didn't care about the splashing water and lifted the fish up under the waterfall water.
"Then can we leave here tomorrow?"
Xie Chunxue smiled on the cliff.
"It's great to catch fish, but you still can't leave."
As if he had been deceived, Lu Xiaoer put the fish down, held it in his arms, and said with a frown, "Senior, do you not keep your words?"
"I mean what I say, it's just Lu Xiaoer, are you sure this is a one-shot deal?"
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, then carried the fish in despair and walked towards his uncle.
Yes.
This is the second pole.
After soaking in the lake for a while, Lu Xiaoer probably forgot something.
The original agreement was that they would let them go when there was a fish, one rod a day.
Lu Xiaoer carried the fish to the bamboo platform where Nan Dao was sitting, and threw the fish into the clear pool below.
Nan Dao was thinking about whether to comfort his nephew.
But the smart Lu Xiaoer quickly realized what he was doing.
Looking at Nan Dao, he said sincerely: "Although it makes my uncle Bai very happy, believe me, uncle, I already know how to fish. It will take three days at most. Within three days, I, Lu Xiaoer, will definitely catch one." Come the fish.”
The young boy has probably understood the essence of the fishing guy.
That is to make a nest by yourself.
But he didn't finish his words.
After all, he didn't know if he would get fish biting his butt if he went to fight with fish tomorrow.
The sword intention and vitality flowed around Nan Dao's body, but there was no ripple. He just pressed the sword on his knee, smiled softly, and said, "Okay."
Just as Lu Xiaoer was about to say something, he saw the fish he had just thrown into the clear pool being pulled towards the cliff by his sword.
The young boy was probably a little angry at Xie Chunxue's unkindness. He stood up and wanted to pounce on the fish.
"I didn't say this fish was going to be eaten by senior!"
Xie Chunxue pretended to be deaf and dumb.
Lu Xiaoer drew his sword, but the fish had already flown far away, so the young boy looked at his young master uncle again.
As a master uncle, Nan Dao naturally had to step forward.
Although he was still sitting on the stage calming down the Divine Sea Sword Intention that was disturbed by Xie Chunxue, the Parrot Island on his knees had turned into a stream of light, passing by in the sunset.
It passed through the belly of the fish and was brought back to the bamboo platform neatly.
"South Island!"
Xie Chunxue was a little annoyed.
Nan Dao sat under the umbrella, stretched out his hand to pull out the Parrot Island from the belly of the fish, held the sword in his backhand against the umbrella rib and wiped away the remaining blood on it, then sheathed the sword and said softly: "There is no way, senior. I’m Uncle Master.”
As a senior brother, you must listen to your junior brother, and as a senior uncle, you must listen to your senior nephew.
Your uncle dotes on his father.
Xie Chunxue snorted lightly, then walked down the cliff, picked up the fishing rod that Lu Xiaoer had put down from the edge of the pool opposite the two young boys, carried the fishing rod with a bamboo hat and walked out of the bamboo forest.
Lu Xiaoer was holding the fish, probably feeling a little unbearable.
After all, although Xie Chunxue trapped the two of them here, he did not do anything bad. On the contrary, both Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer benefited a lot from the hands of such a Daohai Nine-fold Sword Cultivator.
"Actually, I can share half of it with you."
Lu Xiaoer hesitated a little, looked at the woman in white walking towards the bamboo forest and said.
Xie Chunxue, who was walking on the sunset path, let out a rather disdainful snort from her nose.
"Hmph, belated flattery is more despicable than anything else!"
"..."
Nan Dao was silent.
When was the last time you heard this sentence?
Oh, the conversation with the young master from Peking University when we were in Nanyi City.
Of course Xie Chunxue is a arrogant young woman who is only eighteen years and two thousand months old.
Lu Xiaoer sighed.
Forget it, it’s hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words.
The young boy took out his sword and looked at the ten-pound fish in front of him, probably thinking about how to deal with it.
Although Lu Xiaoer joined the Lingnan Sword Sect, everyone knew what kind of place Lingnan was.
A place where Qu Shui Shui Guo can be known to everyone can naturally be called the human world.
What's more, as the second senior brother of the Xiaobai Sword Sect, even though he is only a twelve-year-old boy, he is naturally familiar with the art of killing fish.
Nan Dao was also looking at Lu Xiaoer, wondering what he planned to do.
After a long time, Lu Xiaoer carried the fish to the pass under the cliff where the pond water flows out in the distance.
"Uncle Master, let's eat boiled fish!"
Lu Xiaoer's voice came from over there.
Then Nan Dao remembered the pot of fish soup that he enjoyed in the canyon that day.
Lu Xiaoer probably thought of this too.
The master, uncle and nephew are quite connected at this time.
"good."
Nan Dao said succinctly.
Then he put the sword on his knees behind his back, held an umbrella and went to help Lu Xiaoer.
...
When the sunset glow was about to disappear and the cool spring night was about to fall to the world, Xie Chunxue, a fairy in the world, came back dejectedly carrying her fishing rod.
Even if the big lake is filled with her sword intent, there are some fish that cannot be caught just because they can be caught.
If you know there will be fish when you throw the pole, then what’s the point of fishing?
The person who plays bad cards at the table must be unable to play cards.
People who are sure to catch fish by throwing a pole also don’t love fishing.
Nan Dao knows this kind of thing well.
So he never played cards and rarely fished.
At this time, I was lost in thought about how to cook such a pot of boiled fish.
In the past, when he was in the mountains, it seemed like a very simple thing for them to make those hot pots. However, only now did he realize that this matter was actually not simple.
At least, it won't be easier than his practice.
People who are constantly improving their ability to drink water will naturally have a hard time understanding why cooking fish is so troublesome.
Xie Chunxue was still frowning at first, but when she saw the two young boys sitting around the fish in the pot on a makeshift stove, she suddenly became happy.
This Daohai Jiudie, a white-clothed woman who is not inferior even in the whole world, has a somewhat noble demeanor except when she is standing on the cliff wearing a bamboo hat and holding a jade sword. Most of the time, she looks like What a pure and romantic woman.
"Hehe, no way, I'll do it."
Xie Chunxue put down the fishing rod, took his sword, bypassed the clear pool, and headed towards the cliff pass.
Naturally, Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer stepped aside.
Although Lu Xiaoer is good at killing fish.
But things like cooking fish are usually handled by Lu Xiaoyi, the senior sister, or Lu Xiaoxiao, the master.
I have seen pigs running around, but I may not know what pork tastes like.
After Xie Chunxue took over the pot of boiled fish, she began to arouse the two of them.
"The waiter goes to the cliff to get my seasoning."
"There is a garden outside the bamboo forest. There are some ingredients in it. Nandao, go and get some green onions and ginger leaves."
Until Lu Xiaoer stubbornly kept the fish.
The two young boys who had been trapped in the clear pool of this bamboo forest realized that there were still such things in the forest.
Xie Chunxue probably understood the confusion of the two of them, and talked to them while cooking the pot of fish.
"Don't think that I can only grill fish with sword and fire. I think back then, I, Xie Chunxue, was also famous in the world..."
Sword cultivator?
No.
yes--
"A good wife and mother."
Xie Chunxue was probably really proud.
In the remaining twilight of the world, the two young boys could feel her pride.
So this woman who was eighteen years and two thousand months old probably had a very good love at that time.
To use her words to explain what a good wife and mother is.
Back then, the grandpa of a certain Taoist cultivator in the world liked to eat the fish she cooked.
Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao didn't know whether it was true or false, but they also sincerely agreed.
Even if they have never heard the Taoist Daxiu and his little Taoist Tongzhen say - yes, I have a great-grandmother.
Because the fish in that pot is really fragrant and fresh.
It was as if the fish in the heart that had been so happy in the canyon had truly appeared in the world.
With her snow-white clothes and snow-white sword, the fish cooked by such a woman is naturally also snow-white when embellished with the emerald green onions, ginger and fiery red peppers.
Lu Xiaoer swallowed his saliva there.
Everyone in the world has his own pride.
Chen He's iron plate tofu, the peach blossoms smiling in the bush, the human world in Shenhe, Le Chaotian's hot pot, and Xie Chunxue's fish.
A proud person is the most proud in the world.
Nan Dao stood there quietly holding an umbrella, and the entire clear pond under the cliff was wrapped in the dense aroma of the pot of fish.
"Senior, do you like to drink peach blossom wine?"
Nan Dao asked.
Xie Chunxue tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "You might as well think about it carefully, where am I from?"
There is no need to think too much about such questions.
Xie Chunxue is a senior sister of a certain generation in the Human Sword Sect.
In the entire world, there is no one who understands peach blossoms better than the Human Sword Sect.
So I probably drank it too.
The sixteen-year-old boy and the eighteen-year-old and two-thousand-month-old woman looked at each other.
Then the division of labor is clear.
The Yangchun Sword turned into a stream of light in the dim light and disappeared.
Peach blossoms bloom early in the south.
Now that January is about to pass in this world, naturally there are already trees in some places dotted with crimson and bright petals.
Nandao pulled out the Parrot Island and asked Lu Xiaoer to put some copper coins on it.
Yingyingzhou took the money and headed towards the town that the two of them came from, which was not far from here.
The speed of the sword is naturally the fastest in the world.
Xie Chunxue's Yangchun Sword soon brought back a peach blossom, but for some reason, there were faint traces of blood on one of the peach blossoms.
But neither the young boy nor Nan Dao saw it.
Xie Chunxue was calmly picking up a large peach blossom. The bloody piece was discarded into the clear stream beside the pond and went with the flow. The blood gradually turned into a peach color.
Parrot Island came back much later.
Maybe he was a wine shop owner in a certain town in the human world. He couldn't understand the meaning of hanging a sword with some copper coins at the door.
But in the end, he brought back a bottle of wine as he wished.
Cooking wine with peach blossoms is nothing new to the disciples of the Human Sword Sect.
Even in the forgotten memory of South Island.
This kind of practice also comes from the teachings of the Human Sword Sect.
It has been recorded in "Peach Blossom Aesthetics", one of Cong Zhongxiao's most proud works, which is rarely read by the world - boiling wine with it can activate blood circulation and drive away cold, stay young and keep the face, peach blossoms are also scorching and magical. , it is the greatest beauty in the world!
Of course, such a peach blossom can be used for more than just making wine.
It can also be used to cook fish.
The snow-white fish meat was covered with some pink peach blossoms.
Just like the appearance of a woman in spring, she is so charming.
Boiled fish with peach blossom.
This was the pot of fish that was so popular in the canyon.
The sword in the heart may not be the sword of the world.
The fish in the heart is naturally the fish in the world.
But Nan Dao remembered what Le Chaotian said to him back then - Senior brother is a sword cultivator, do you still need to ask me about the sword in your heart?
Night falls.
The moonlight is sparse beside the pool, but the fire in the furnace is strong.
The three of them sat by the pond, eating fish and drinking wine. The food was delicious.
It's a pity that no one is here to play the piano tonight.
However, it is also a joy in the world.
Nan Dao sat under an umbrella, looking at a pool of clear moonlight, looking at the wine in the glass and the fish in the pot, and suddenly missed his junior brother very much.
What Le Chaotian brings is naturally more than just the hassle of getting along day and night.
Happy to the sky.
Nan Dao raised his glass and drank by the pool.
Goodbye in the world, junior brother.
.....
The town is full of blood.
That is human blood, and it is also demon blood.
That branch of peach blossom pierced out from a certain courtyard over the wall, like those Lingnan swordsmen in the town who were fighting hard.
It's bright red and bloody.
The colors on the sword blades in the hands of those sword cultivators are like this.
As light as a peach blossom, as deep as a cuckoo.
There are not many sword cultivators in this small town, only a dozen or so.
Most of them are brave and silent men and women, as well as confused old people and hurried children.
The houses were knocked down at the end of the street in the town, and various human tools were used to build a barrier to protect the town.
Of course, there are some bodies in there.
Those turmoils first started in the town.
People were still listening to the news at a loss, not knowing what it meant.
The demon tribe rose up.
Like a lantern abandoned on the street by a child running away in a hurry, the lantern fell over and broke, and the kerosene inside began to flow out, then ignited the surrounding objects, and the fire rushed to the world with ferocity.
Although it was still not far from Lingnan, there were some Lingnan sword cultivators in the town, and the turmoil in the town quickly calmed down.
But people also have to admit one thing.
The demon clan outside the town, those who should be ordinary people, are scattered at the foot of the Renjian Mountain and live peacefully in villages.
Just like the kerosene flowing in the cracks of the stone slabs in the alley.
Begin to converge and ignite.
Coming towards the town.
So those peach blossoms trembling in the spring breeze began to take on a bloody color.
The demon clan's counterattack in panic is extremely terrifying.
However, the people in the town are also extremely determined to protect their homeland.
The town is not close to Shanyue City, but it is not far either.
This is where the wind first blew.
At the beginning, the town was very lively.
There are also many sword cultivators.
There were dozens of people.
The dozen or so people who have survived to this day are naturally miserable.
As for the men and women in those towns, naturally more died.
People sometimes do not understand some of the obvious things floating in the upper levels of the human world.
They just open their eyes and think blankly before they die.
Aren't we neighbors?
No one will answer such a thing.
The exhausted sword cultivators dragged their swords and stood under the bloody peach blossom, leaning against the wall to rest.
