Donghai Town.
Lu Xiaoer used the money given by Le Chaotian to build a small wooden house by the stream outside the town and lived there for a long time.
My uncle went up the cliff and never came back, and no sword came down from the cliff.
At the beginning, Lu Xiaoer tried to climb the cliff several times because he was worried about his uncle. However, as a young Lingnan boy who knew the water realm, he could not walk very far. He could only stand a few dozen feet and look at the cliff. Sigh.
However, after a few more days, Lu Xiaoer felt at ease. In a place like Mojian Cliff, there would naturally not be any murderous activities.
What's more, my uncle wrote many letters to the woman on the cliff.
But when Lu Xiaoer thought about this, he became a little worried again.
Could it be that because my uncle repeatedly harassed the woman on the cliff, after he climbed the cliff, he was imprisoned by the woman in anger?
Lu Xiaoer's thinking about love is really harmful.
But the scenery of the East China Sea is indeed very good.
Lu Xiaoer lost his mind while thinking about it. When he walked out of the blacksmith shop closest to the cliff in the town, it happened to be dusk.
Dusk moon, a flute of blue cloud wind.
Lu Xiaoer didn't know who was playing the flute, but the leisurely flute sound floating in the evening breeze was really fascinating.
Then even the fatigue from a day of iron work disappeared.
The young boy probably never thought that he would one day be a blacksmith.
Although when he left, Le Chaotian gave himself a lot of money and asked him to take care of his uncle happily.
But Lu Xiaoer doesn't know when Nandao will fall off the cliff, so he can have some income, naturally some income.
What's more, that worrying conjecture may have another extreme?
For example, the uncle was not imprisoned by the cliff master, but the two had already planned to discuss marriage, so there was no movement on the cliff for a long time.
This is a more serious matter than previously suspected.
Because if you want to talk about marriage, naturally you need gifts.
I have never heard my uncle say where his home is and who his family members are. When the time comes, Lingnan will inevitably become his uncle's family member.
Uncle Master doesn't have much money, so Lingnan will inevitably have to pay the gift when the time comes.
Lu Xiaoer looked up at the high cliff shrouded in clouds and mist. The town was right under the cliff, so sometimes he had to look up a lot. Probably for this reason, few people in the town had any problems caused by lowering their heads all year round. Cervical spondylosis.
The cliff is very high.
Although the woman who is said to be wearing a white dress has only been a cliff master for a short time, her level is also very high.
People as tall as them.
Probably the betrothal gifts also cost a lot.
While Lu Xiaoer was thinking about it, he was calculating in his mind that he would have to buy some clothes when the time comes, and it would be best to help his uncle buy a big house in a nearby city...
The young boy was thinking and heading out of the town.
Then he bumped into someone while walking.
Lu Xiaoer apologized quickly.
"Sorry, sorry, I just got distracted."
The little boy raised his head as he spoke, and then he saw a young man with a very sad look on his face, who seemed to have some hope, standing there, holding a flute in his hand.
Could it be that he was the person playing the flute just now?
Lu Xiaoer thought curiously.
The young man was a little sad, so he didn't pay attention. He just waved his hand and left.
After walking halfway, he turned back and looked up and down at the young man who had been working hard all afternoon and hadn't had time to wash himself.
"Do you know where I can get a cheap sword?"
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, probably very curious as to why such a young man would want a sword.
But then I thought about it, and I was right, this is the East China Sea, three-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged sword cultivators are everywhere.
So he is probably also a person who wants to practice swordsmanship.
Lu Xiaoer looked at this person for a while, thought for a while and said: "The finished swords in this town are not cheap. However, the sword embryos are much cheaper. However, for the sake of their own brand, there are few sword-making furnaces in the town. Sell the sword embryo, and even if you buy it, if the sword embryo wants to become a sword..."
The little boy looked at the young man sincerely.
"If you don't know how to practice, it will be very difficult."
Naturally, there are not only sword cultivators in the world, but also swordsmen. Although such a group has declined, there are still some.
It's just that a swordsman's sword cannot be fast enough to generate high temperature in the sword body, so it is impossible to temper his sword at the same time when the sword is drawn.
This sentence probably reached the bottom of the man's heart, so he sighed sadly.
"Then what can senior brother do?"
That person probably also noticed that the young boy in front of him was a practitioner. Although he didn't look very clean, he looked like this after forging iron, so he called him "Senior Brother" sincerely.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the young man's appearance. Although he didn't understand it very well, the young man still thought about it and said, "I've been helping people make swords in Zhendong these days. If you really want a sword, I'll give it to you tomorrow." I’ll find a way to help you ask.”
The man's face finally looked better, he looked at the young boy gratefully, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, senior brother. Thank you, senior brother."
Lu Xiaoer waved his hand and said, "No need to thank you, just remember to give me some kickbacks when the time comes."
After all, the reason why the young boy took the trouble to help such a person was probably because he was worried about his uncle's lifelong events.
Otherwise, given Lu Xiaoer's temperament in Lingnan, he would probably ignore it.
The young man sighed and said: "If Donghai hadn't been beaten into a mess by those great sword cultivators a few days ago, and some of the money I had finally saved was lost, I could have given you more. I don't know. Why am I so unlucky? Why am I so unlucky? Raising chickens causes chicken fever, and raising pigs causes swine fever. A few years ago, I wanted to plant some fruit trees to sell fruit, but there was a severe drought, and all the trees I planted died. By the way, My name is You Chunshan, what’s your senior brother’s name?”
"...Lu Xiaoer." Lu Xiaoer was silent.
Probably having finally found someone to talk to, You Chunshan followed Lu Xiaoer and walked out of the town, talking about his unfortunate and miserable past, such as childhood sweethearts and people who ran away.
Lu Xiaoer listened for a long time, and was probably a little helpless. He turned to look at You Chunshan and said: "It sounds really unlucky, but what does this have to do with you asking for a sword? Could it be that thirty years in Hexi and thirty years in Hedong, Don’t bully young people into poverty, so that one day, with a sword in your hand, you can kill all the heartless dogs in the world?”
You Chunshan laughed and said: "That's not true. It's just that last year, I met a Taoist priest who seemed to be chattering. He said that one day I could become a great sword cultivator in the world, even though I had been to the East China Sea before. I am a disciple of Jianzong. They said that I have no roots in heaven and earth and they don’t want me. However, the Taoist looks quite bluffing. His Taoist robe is fluttering and he is holding a blindfolded little girl. Even if he is a liar, he does not look like an ordinary person. Liar. I just wanted to try my luck again."
This young man was so unlucky that his name was mistakenly heard by the Taoist boy and became You Qingshan. He raised his head with emotion and looked at the high cliff.
"You still have to have dreams, what if they come true?"
Lu Xiaoer silently looked at the young man beside him, thinking that he must have been born in the wrong place. If he was born in Lingnan, he would probably be much luckier.
After all, Lingnan is famous for its grassroots sword sect.
Everyone is half-hearted, and whether or not they have the roots of heaven and earth is actually not that important.
As Lu Xiaoer said this, he was about to turn around and pat the shoulder of this young man who was taller and older than himself, but found that his pat was in vain.
Then I discovered that this young man named You Chunshan had a strange fall on the ground.
Lu Xiaoer looked silently at the young man who was getting up as if nothing had happened.
You Chunshan patted the dust off his body. Although he seemed to be used to it, he still looked a little sad and did not smile anymore.
So people who don't like to laugh won't have bad luck.
It's just that people who are too unlucky usually can't laugh.
You Chunshan raised his eyebrows, stood there dejectedly and sighed.
Lu Xiaoer pointed at his elbow very kindly, and there was blood emerging under his clothes.
"Your hand is bleeding."
You Chunshan waved his hand and said, "It's a small matter."
People who stumble will probably inevitably stumble and stumble, so they will be injured all over.
You Chunshan continued to talk to Lu Xiaoer while walking sadly.
"Perhaps I am the kind of person who is punished by heaven?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "That's not necessarily the case."
You Chunshan looked at the young boy curiously and said, "Why?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said: "It is a person who is punished by God if he dies after birth. Think about it, a person like you who can fall flat while walking can still live for such a long time. Maybe this is the end of the world." He is a real lucky man.”
You Chunshan took a deep breath, looked at the young boy and said, "Is this reasonable?"
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "In order to get more kickbacks, I have worked very hard to make it up."
"..."
You Chunshan said with a sad face: "Senior brother is really good at joking."
Lu Xiaoer almost stumbled while walking. Fortunately, the young boy is a swordsman who knows the water realm after all. If he stumbles like this for no reason, there will probably be one more joke around the wine table in the future. Little stuff.
The young boy looked at the young man solemnly.
"Brother, don't call me senior brother, I'm afraid I'll fall to death."
You Chunshan silently closed his mouth, and did not follow the young boy out of the town anymore. He stopped by the stone monument in the twilight of the town, sat down on it, silently picked up the flute, brought it to his lips and began to play. got up.
Lu Xiaoer stood there with emotion. It was hard to imagine that such a soothing and melodious flute sound could come from such an unlucky person.
Tired of falling into jail at the end of the world, I can bear the sound of the Qiang flute.
Of course, feeling emotional, Lu Xiaoer still regretted agreeing to help such an unlucky young man.
He called himself senior brother twice, and he almost fell to the ground. If he really wanted to help, why should he walk and hold on to the wall?
Lu Xiaoer took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards his wooden house by the creek.
"Don't you have a place to live?"
You Chunshan put down the flute on his lips, hesitated a little, and said, "Yes."
Lu Xiaoer did not continue to ask.
All the way back to the stream, the little boy jumped directly into the stream and took a bath in it.
Then he placed the Xiwu Sword behind him across his knees, sat down in the twilight stream, and began to cultivate the sword's intention.
Probably the land and water support the people, Jin...
Ever since the young boy arrived near this high cliff, he could feel that the intensity of his sword intention had improved significantly.
After all, the high cliff is full of sword intent.
There is always some that spreads to the human world.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable for the Donghai Sword Sect to be so much stronger than the Lingnan Sword Sect, and there are many reasons for it.
Of course, it may also be related to the fact that young people try to climb cliffs from time to time.
Although they often can't go very far, the sword intention left by a sword cultivator in white a thousand years ago will naturally benefit the sword cultivator a lot.
Lu Xiaoer practiced in the stream for a long time, and then when the twilight faded away with the clear stream, he stood up and walked towards the wooden house with the stream water that had chilled him at night.
This wooden house is very similar to the original wooden house in Qingjiao.
It's simple, just for shelter. Of course, the young boy would sometimes sit on the wooden porch in front of the house with his sword in hand, quietly blowing in the wind and looking at the high cliff.
Throughout my life, I lived south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River. I loved Linfeng music the most.
It's a pity that Lu Xiaoer is not Lu Xiaosan, and he can't play any music.
So I just sat on the wooden porch and blew in the stream breeze. After I was dry, I went back to the house to sleep.
As for why you should soak in the stream.
Naturally, it was because the young boy heard that this clear stream was the place where the saint Li Er died.
I don’t know if it has Shen Yun or not.
There is always good hope.
Lu Xiaoer was sitting on the wooden corridor, thinking, and felt a little emotional about his Lingnan-style thinking.
The word "hope" is often used by the worldly people.
For practitioners, it is natural to practice and practice at the same time. For sword cultivators, it may be even more of a struggle.
While Lu Xiaoer was thinking wildly there, he heard the sound of a flute again. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw that a simple small thatched shed had been built upstream of Qingxi River at some time.
The unlucky young man named You Chunshan was sitting cross-legged by the stream, playing his flute against the last rays of the setting sun that was about to set.
It seemed like he wasn't lying and he did have a place to live.
Lu Xiaoer himself lived in a simple cabin, so naturally he had no idea of being superior to others and showing mercy.
But his eyes moved from You Chunshan to the farther side of this clear stream.
There are still many sword marks left there.
That was the place where a battle that spread throughout the East China Sea began.
Lu Xiaoer later found out that of those two people, one was called Shenhe, the current His Majesty, and the other was called Cong Ren, the leader of the Human Sword Sect.
Of the three swords in the world, there are only two swords left.
As for the three young swords, there is only one sword left.
That is the Four Breaking Sword Cheng Lu.
As for Zhang Xiaoyu, the world felt that he was no longer worthy.
Lu Xiaoer suddenly sighed.
So he turned back and looked at the cliff for a while, then put away his sword and walked back into the house.
...
Matsushita asked the boy, saying that the teacher was going to collect medicine. Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are.
To a young boy, his uncle is probably like this.
I only know that it is on the cliff, but I don't know where it is on the cliff.
In fact, the South Island is at Qianzhang Jianjie, the gate of the ten-year-old Jianzong.
On the sixth day of March, the young man had already climbed the thousand-foot cliff.
But I didn't see such a woman in a white dress.
At the thousand-foot sword step, there is just a millstone
There was also a figure in white clothes turning away deep in the clouds and a word left behind.
"Let's sharpen the sword first."
Just like at Jingsi Lake.
The woman gave the boy a sword and asked him to sharpen it first.
At that time, after Nan Dao learned that he could sharpen his sword for as long as he wanted, he just rubbed his sword on the stone and said proudly that he had finished sharpening it.
Only this time, Nandao took a long time.
Putting the umbrella aside, he also put the Parrot Island aside, pulled out the blue-black peach blossom sword with a huge gap, and quietly sharpened it there.
Of course, sharpening a sword is not just about making the blade sharper.
It’s also for meditation.
Sharpen your sword before killing, so that you can be sure whether you really want to kill that person in the repeated boring voice.
So does cliff climbing.
The young man's heart couldn't calm down after he put down the umbrella.
Maybe there is anger, maybe there is confusion, maybe there is unwillingness.
So Nan Dao didn't say anything. He just sat there and sharpened his sword with his feet against the grindstone.
It's just repetitive, doing something without restraint for the first time.
As a result, the sword intent coming from the sword cliff put less and less pressure on the young man.
Not far away, there was a man in white with a peach-faced face standing quietly in the mountain breeze.
After grinding for a long time, Nan Dao was probably a little tired, so he stopped, raised the Peach Blossom Sword in front of his eyes, and looked at some of the burning red particles on the green-black sword.
"Do you know about this?"
Nan Dao asked softly.
Taohua said calmly: "I have never been to Mojian Cliff."
So I probably don’t know.
Nan Dao put down the sword in his hand and sat down leaning on the stone tablet engraved with the names of the disciples of that generation of Sword Sect.
At first, this young man had an astonishing guess, so he peeled off the vines wrapped around the stone tablet and looked at the names below.
Maybe there is indeed a name called South Island on it?
Maybe I am also an immortal who has lived for more than a thousand years?
Some of the names on the stone tablets still exist.
Such as green lotus, such as a sword, such as white clothes.
Some of them are no longer there, so no one knows what was once engraved on them.
But when the young man touched the stone tablet, he was stunned for a long time.
Because at the bottom of the stone tablet, there is a name that has been deliberately erased. Under those traces, it vaguely looks like the word "nan".
——That’s Nanke.
This was Taohua's answer at that time.
Although this man in white with a peach-shaped face has never been to Mojian Cliff, he seems to know some secrets about the cliff.
For example, the one named Nan Ke, Qing Yi's eleventh disciple.
But no matter how Nan Dao asked, Tao Hua just kept silent.
——That is a story related to the River Styx and has nothing to do with heaven.
This is Taohua's only answer.
Nan Dao leaned on the stone tablet, rested briefly, and looked deeply at the sky beyond the clouds and mist on the cliffs for a long time.
So what is the story related to heaven?
Maybe the wind knows.
However, the mountain wind was speechless, just blowing on the tired body of the young man who had been sharpening his sword for a long time.
