When Lu Xiaoer got up early the next morning, he found that the man named You Chunshan was waiting impatiently outside the wooden house.
The young boy yawned and sat down on the porch with his sword in his arms.
You Chunshan watched the young boy come out and greeted him politely.
"Good morning, senior brother."
Lu Xiaoer is actually a little bit unable to adapt to such a senior brother. It's not that he is really afraid of falling to death, but after all, no matter how young this person is, he is still in his twenties, and he is only a twelve-year-old boy. It sounds like I have suddenly become old.
So Lu Xiaoer looked up at the sky with melancholy.
Why is it that when Chu Yao calls him senior brother, he can accept it, but when another man calls him, it feels weird?
Lu Xiaoer thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he lowered his head, looked at You Chunshan and said, "Are you in a hurry?"
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "It's not that urgent."
So Lu Xiaoer put the sword on his knees and closed his eyes.
Since there's no rush, let's talk about it in the afternoon.
You Chunshan probably didn't expect that Lu Xiaoer would start practicing directly. He stood there and opened his mouth. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just sat down quietly and held his chin. He probably hadn't taken a shower for a long time, or even He was still picking up his crotch, but the color in his eyes was one of pure envy.
After all, in the eyes of this young man, such a young boy is indeed very handsome.
He is clean and good-looking. He is a swordsman and has a very good sword. Judging from his appearance, he is probably not in a very difficult situation. If he has nothing to do, he can make swords or sit by the stream to practice. .
The most important thing is that he can't fall flat on the ground.
You Chunshan sighed there.
Not long after, the little boy opened his eyes again.
You Chunshan asked happily: "Senior brother, are you going to town now?"
Lu Xiaoer said calmly: "No."
But he didn't say what he was going to do. He just stood up with his sword in his arms, put the sword behind his back, and then waded through the morning light pouring into the stream.
You Chunshan quickly followed up, getting wet all over and asked the young boy, "Where are you going, senior brother?"
Lu Xiaoer said without looking back: "Go to the cliff."
You Chunshan looked at the young boy in amazement.
You are really diligent. Not long after practicing, you have to go to the cliff to temper your sword spirit.
But the truth may not be the case.
Lu Xiaoer was walking and looking at the high cliffs of clouds and mist in front of him, thinking helplessly.
Why is this person staring at others when they are practicing?
Doesn't he know that this is a taboo in the spiritual world?
But think about it, forget it, after all, he doesn't even have the roots of heaven and earth.
While Lu Xiaoer was thinking, he stopped in front of the sword steps, looked up for a long time, and then took a deep breath. The vitality and sword intention in the divine sea were still flowing around him, and then he stepped onto the sword steps. And go.
As soon as he entered the sword steps, the voices in the world became fainter.
The man named You Chunshan kept talking outside the cliff and looked very excited.
However, Lu Xiaoer couldn't hear it clearly, so he raised his finger and pointed at his ears, saying nothing.
You Chunshan then became quiet, but still opened his mouth in amazement.
Lu Xiaoer glanced at it silently, and then walked towards the top of the sword steps.
When he reached more than thirty feet and was sure that You Chunshan would no longer be staring at him, Lu Xiaoer stopped. The sword intent here was actually a bit stressful for Lu Xiaoer, but it was not unacceptable.
While Lu Xiaoer was fighting against those sword intentions, he sat down with his back to the world.
Sword intent was everywhere on the cliff, so it was impossible to practice with peace of mind, so Lu Xiaoer simply started to refine his sword intent.
Although the young boy's sword intent has still improved somewhat, it is still some distance away from the white-clothed realm on earth, let alone the white-clothed realm on a thousand-foot sword cliff.
Therefore, Lu Xiaoer very carefully used the vitality of heaven and earth to wrap his own faint sword intention, just like immersing a sword in a sea, and sent it into the sword intention on the cliff.
Then the sword intent here became active.
It felt like a young boy blacksmithing in a small town on earth.
For a person who loves blacksmithing, the tinkling sound is naturally pleasant to the ears.
For a sword cultivator, the slight chirp of the sword's intention colliding and then transforming is also pleasant to the ear.
There was a vague joy on Lu Xiaoer's face. He pressed the sword on his knees, perhaps to make his sword power more powerful. Lu Xiaoer gradually put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and then put the Xi Wu in his hand. The sword was slowly drawn out three inches.
Just in the next moment, the expression on the young boy's face changed.
The sword intention that was originally just like playing with the world suddenly became extremely violent and fast at that moment.
Just like a small boat floating on the vast sea suddenly facing a storm.
The young boy's sword intent was overturned, and he was beaten to pieces on the sword steps. As if he had been severely injured, his face turned pale for an instant, and he fell backwards. Wu Jian also came out.
Fortunately, in the next moment, the sword that fell on the sword step was suddenly held in someone's hand, and then he calmly pushed it back.
The sword intent that was like a storm in the East China Sea slowly calmed down.
"Don't draw your sword easily on the cliff."
The young boy steadied himself on the sword steps below, and then heard his uncle's voice.
Lu Xiaoer gasped and calmed down, then raised his head and looked at the young man standing there holding an umbrella with some surprise.
"Uncle Master, are you going to... have you climbed back from the cliff?"
Lu Xiaoer almost blurted out what he had been thinking about during this period.
Nan Dao stood there and gave Lu Xiaoer a strange look, always feeling that before he changed his words, he might have said something bad. But he didn't pay much attention. He just shook his head calmly and said, "Not yet. I just came down to take a look."
Naturally, Lu Xiaoer didn't know what Nandao wanted to come down to see. Maybe he just showed up to reassure himself.
The young boy didn't ask so many questions. He calmed down a little and walked back to the sword steps that had rolled down before. He took the sword that had been sheathed from Nan Dao's hand and looked at it with some doubts. Towards the south island.
"Why can't you draw the sword? My uncle must have unsheathed his sword that day."
Nan Dao looked at the bottom of the cliff very calmly. Some of the stories had passed some time ago, but there were still no people in the world who were willing to climb the cliff.
So there is no excitement outside the cliff.
There was just a young man with eyebrows raised to both sides, his head lowered below.
"Because drawing a sword means asking about the sword. It is naturally different from climbing a cliff..."
Nan Dao said, paused for a moment, then withdrew his gaze from outside the cliff, and said calmly: "As for me drawing the sword, it's fine, because I have some of Mr.'s sword intent in my hand."
Lu Xiaoer stood aside silently holding his sword. From the pause just now, Master Shicai could probably feel that this was not the reason.
But the young boy didn't ask, and looked at Nan Dao very seriously.
"Then uncle, are you going to go down the cliff? When will you go down the cliff?"
In fact, Lu Xiaoer had already asked this question once when Nan Dao first set foot on the sword level.
At that time, South Island was very peaceful and calm.
The answer was very straightforward.
Only this time, Nan Dao didn't answer the question, he just stood there quietly holding an umbrella.
After a long time, Nan Dao looked at the young boy who was still waiting eagerly.
"Do you want to go back to Lingnan?"
Lu Xiaoer turned his head, thought for a while, and said: "Some of them do, and some of them don't. Of course it's very good to be in Lingnan. It's like a home in the world. Everyone is happy and living happily and leisurely. every day."
"Of course, this place is also very good. There are swords everywhere under the cliff. For a sword cultivator, it is probably a good place to sharpen his sword."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and looked at the young boy. Although he knew that Lu Xiaoer might really just be talking about his own thoughts, he always felt that this was a choice that touched him.
The two stood on the sword steps for a long time.
Nan Dao thought for a long time and said softly: "If you want to go back, then go back first."
When Lu Xiaoer heard the word 'first', he thought for a while, and then said slowly: "I'd better wait for my uncle at the foot of the cliff."
Nan Dao didn't say much more about this matter and looked at the young man sitting at the foot of the cliff holding a flute.
"Who is that?"
Lu Xiaoer also turned his head and looked at the unlucky young man below. The latter also raised his head curiously and looked into the clouds.
"You Chunshan, I don't know where it came from. I promised him to help him get a cheap sword."
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer strangely. Is his nephew such a helpful person?
Lu Xiaoer naturally knew what Nan Dao meant when he looked at him, so he scratched his head and said, "Because I was worried about spending too much money in the East China Sea, I just wanted to get more money."
So Nan Dao understood what it meant, but he was still a little confused.
Making money is easy to understand.
What does it mean that Donghai has high expenses?
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't know that Lu Xiaoer had already taken care of himself and acted as his natal family member and helped him think about a lot of things.
Lu Xiaoer was probably afraid that Nan Dao would ask about such things, so he hurried down the cliff with his sword in hand.
"I'm leaving first, uncle."
Nan Dao looked at the young man's back and hurriedly left with his sword in his arms. He always felt that something was strange, but he didn't say anything and sat down on the sword steps with an umbrella.
Lu Xiaoer hurriedly left the sword steps, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he breathed in the spring breeze of the East China Sea.
You Chunshan stood up, looked at the little sword cultivator, then looked up at the looming figure sitting on the cliff in the sword intention, and said in amazement: "Who is that person?"
After all, it was a figure walking down the cliff.
"My uncle."
You Chunshan opened his eyes wide.
"Such a young uncle? Is the master's realm high?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a moment and said, "Fortunately, it's just the snow realm."
You Chunshan thought, what does it mean to just walk in the snow?
Although this young man has never practiced Buddhism, the path of the human world is flourishing, not to mention that this is in a place like the East China Sea, so he naturally has some understanding of some things in the cultivation world.
The seventh level of the small path, that is, the seventh level of climbing the tower, is already the upper level of combat power in the human world, and is called an upper level practitioner.
Naturally, this is not the only word that can be used in the snow-trodden realm.
Of course, the main reason is that the boy is a little too young.
Not much older than this young boy of twelve or thirteen years old.
So even though the young boy seemed to be saying this sincerely.
You Chunshan still sighed and said: "What a young master uncle."
The unlucky young man was still sighing, but found that Lu Xiaoer had already gone towards the town.
So You Chunshan quickly followed.
"Senior brother, wait for me."
The two walked all the way through Qingxi Xiaolin and walked towards the town.
As soon as we entered the town, there was a wave of heat.
It's past early morning, so naturally you can only feel the coolness of March in some alleys.
You Chunshan was still like yesterday. He fell to the ground several times inexplicably. Not only Lu Xiaoer, but also the people and sword cultivators in the town looked at him sideways.
The unlucky young man got up as usual, walked forward as if nothing had happened, and caught up with the young boy waiting not far away.
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan with emotion and said sincerely: "I suddenly feel that what I said yesterday may be right."
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment and asked, "What?"
Lu Xiaoer walked forward and stopped in front of a small shop that looked like a wine shop, but was actually a noodle shop.
"That means you are a person with great blessings and great fortune."
The young boy looked back at You Chunshan and said.
The young man did not look at Lu Xiaoer, but looked down at his feet.
There's certainly no shit underfoot.
There was just a stone slab that had been in disrepair for a long time and had a dent at the bottom. He stepped on it and made a chirping sound, splashing water all over him.
You Chunshan sighed.
"Indeed, great blessings will reach the heavens."
Lu Xiaoer suppressed his smile, reached into his arms to touch the money, counted out some coins, and handed them to You Chunshan.
The young man, whose legs had just begun to get wet, looked at Lu Xiaoer doubtfully.
"Senior brother, what are you going to do?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan and asked, "Aren't you hungry? I'll treat you to some noodles. Go in and buy two bowls."
You Chunshan suddenly understood, took the money and walked towards the noodle shop.
"Actually, I only need to eat one bowl."
The unfortunate young man thought to himself.
"There's another bowl for me to eat."
"..."
...
You Chunshan squatted by the stream, holding the noodles in his hand while looking at the young boy beside him.
"Senior brother, why do you have to go all the way out of town just to eat noodles?"
Lu Xiaoer sat down on the creek rock with a bowl of noodles on his back and said, "Because the shopkeeper's noodles are delicious, but he refuses to sell them to sword cultivators. He says that sword cultivators are all bastards, so they have to hide." He points.”
You Chunshan squatted there in shock, looking down at the noodles in the bowl. The noodles were snow-white, the soup was clear, and there were chopped green onions and minced pork on the side and some oily chilies that had not yet been stirred.
It does look very tempting.
"Isn't he afraid of being beaten to death?"
You Chunshan said, stirred it with chopsticks, and after taking a bite, he changed his mind, swallowed it whole, and said with great satisfaction: "Okay, this noodle is so good. I wish I could eat it so well." With a bowl of noodles, not only do I want to call the sword cultivator a bastard, but I also dare to call His Majesty Kamigawa a bastard."
Lu Xiaoer turned to look at the young man, wondering whether he was serious or joking.
It's just that the young man who has always been unlucky rarely has a smile on his face. Maybe he is joking seriously, but you can't tell.
Donghai was damaged by Kamigawa and Congren.
The people of the Donghai Sword Sect have slowly returned, and Huaido has also allocated relief funds to assist with the reconstruction of the Donghai territory.
You Chunshan did not go to get it.
Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything more and started to eat his own noodles.
The two of them had a delicious meal by the stream.
"how much money you have?"
While Lu Xiaoer was eating noodles, he thought of business and looked at You Chunshan and asked.
You Chunshan was still holding noodles in his mouth. Hearing these words, he chewed the noodles in his mouth and swallowed them whole. Then he put the bowl aside and took out a bag from his arms with some copper coins in it. There were also some pieces of silver. The young man sucked his chopsticks and counted them carefully.
After a long time, he said hesitantly, "About more than seven hundred coins?"
Lu Xiaoer ate the noodles, thought for a moment and said, "The cheapest sword ever sold in town costs a thousand cash."
You Chunshan naturally knew that before he met Lu Xiaoer, he had already asked about it at the sword-making furnaces in the town.
So he didn't say anything, just looked at the young boy silently.
Lu Xiaoer lowered his head to eat the noodles and said, "I'll try my best to help you think of a solution."
You Chunshan was very sincerely grateful.
"Thank you, senior brother. If there are any leftovers, I will give them all to senior brother as a thank you gift."
Lu Xiaoer just ate the noodles seriously, but he remembered the Tianya Sword Sect back then.
So Uncle Wu is indeed very powerful. He has supported such a swordsman for so many years.
Of course, Master Shishu must be powerful.
The two of them finished a bowl of noodles in no time.
Then he walked towards the town again. This time, You Chunshan obviously walked with much more energy.
Maybe it was because I had eaten noodles to fill my stomach, or maybe I finally had some hope.
So the fall became more impressive.
He threw himself onto the street with a snap.
But this time, it didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it kicked an umbrella thrown by someone on the side of the road.
Fortunately, Lu Xiaoer had already considered this situation and didn't let him hold the bowl, otherwise he would have to pay for the bowl at the noodle shop.
When he walked to the noodle shop, the young boy handed the bowl to You Chunshan and asked him to return the bowl, and then took him towards the sword-making furnace where Zhendong made his own iron.
This sword-making furnace is in an alley, a very spacious yard. When you look up, you can see the extremely high cliff, which is like a huge sword surrounded by clouds and mist, stuck outside the town. It's a pity that there is no way out of the town, otherwise Lu Xiaoer could save a lot of time every time.
In the words of the hearthside blacksmith Lao Li, this is because he is afraid that someone will get the sword and get carried away and go straight to the sword-grinding cliff.
This kind of thing has happened before, so in such a very wide cliff-encircling town, although there are many sword-making furnaces, it is often not possible to go directly to the cliff, but to take a detour.
Let the sea breeze blow, and people will wake up and stop being stupid.
Lu Xiaoer asked You Chunshan to stop in the alley, found a tree to sit on, and then went in.
As soon as he entered, he heard a rough man's voice.
"Xiao Er, I heard about what you asked before."
