There is nothing that you can actually walk up by just trying to walk up.
Even Zhang Xiaoyu had only reached the Xieqiao realm.
Three thousand feet away from Jian Ya's white hair, there is still a long distance.
The South Island stopped at 1,200 feet.
This is probably a location that isn't even on the mountainside.
But after crossing the first thousand feet in white clothes, every step was extremely difficult and dangerous.
The sword intent that came from the leaning bridge of the human sword sect back then poured from a thousand feet upwards like clouds and flowing water onto the entire sword steps.
It is extremely difficult to step into the 200 feet of the Sword Cliff Leaning Bridge in a world like Nandao, where people are walking on a snow-capped bridge.
This is also due to the arrival in the white-clothed thousand feet, which has given the young man under the umbrella that the sword intent that has been cultivated in the sea of gods has been tempered more solidly. Otherwise, Nandao still may not be able to set foot in this sword. The state of mind.
The two swords around Nan Dao were hovering there, resisting the sword intent that was like a test, and then he looked up with a solemn expression.
For such a young man, for now, this is probably the only thing he can do.
Climbing the cliff in one year is naturally unrealistic.
After all, there has only been one Qing Yi in this world for countless years.
Nan Dao took a deep breath and sat down on the sword steps very carefully.
The Peach Blossom Sword and Parrot Island are wrapped in the sword's intention, hanging one foot away from the side.
The young man held an umbrella and calmed down there for a long time before finally calming down the somewhat turbulent Divine Sea that had just been forcefully stepped into 1,200 feet.
But the young man's mind was a little hard to calm down.
The heart was beating rapidly in the chest, and there was a faint feeling of suffocation.
This made the boy's breathing quicken.
It may still be early in the world, but the light that comes through the clouds and mist is lazy and cold, with many blurry beams of light, falling quietly on the young man's body.
Will sir blame himself?
Nan Dao suddenly thought of such a question.
He felt very uneasy.
He also recalled the image of the figure in the clouds and mist turning away on the sixth day of March, leaving him to continue sharpening his sword.
But the next moment, the young man suddenly raised his head and looked deeper into the clouds.
There was no figure of a woman in a white dress there, but a green bamboo leaf slowly passed through thousands of sword intentions and fell on this sword step.
The green bamboo leaf fell in front of Nan Dao.
The young man under the umbrella looked at the bamboo leaf quietly. There was no writing on the leaf, it was just a fresh bamboo leaf with dew on it.
Maybe there's something else.
Such as sword intent.
A touch of sword intent.
The bamboo leaves are long and straight, and may also be used as a sword.
Holding such a sword, the young man might be able to climb a high cliff.
Nan Dao raised his hand and picked up the bamboo leaf. The Parrot Island and Peach Blossom Sword around him kept singing softly.
There is indeed a touch of sword intent on it.
When the young man held the bamboo leaf, the sword intent that filled the sword steps gradually became lower, like some dust, gradually falling on the stone steps. The clouds and mist dispersed a little, and there was a passage. Keep going to the upper level.
But the young man didn't stand up, he just put the bamboo leaf on his lap.
Then he bowed his head.
"Sir, the South Island will stop here today."
Nan Dao said softly.
There was no response from Yashang.
There was no such woman in a white dress walking down.
Nan Dao sat there quietly. After a long time, the young man smiled softly and said, "I understand what Mr. . Up and down the cliff, in heaven and on earth."
The smile in the young man's eyes was clear, and there were no tears of dilemma.
It's like facing a story that has been going on for a year calmly.
But some decisions are naturally difficult.
Otherwise, the young man would not have sharpened his sword at the mountain gate for so long.
When he heard the name Mojianya for the first time, maybe the young man didn't understand what these three words represented.
But it should have become clear later.
This is a prison that holds one for a lifetime.
A prison is not a high cliff.
But the people on the cliff.
After the young man said that in a low voice, he suppressed his smile, left the bamboo leaf on the sword step, stood up calmly, and then bowed again.
"I won't write any more letters. I'll see you again in the future, sir."
Nan Dao stood up straight, raised his head and looked for a long time at the depths of such a high cliff with clouds and mist, then turned around and walked quietly down the cliff.
.....
On the high cliff, beside the turbid sword platform, there was a woman in a white skirt holding her hair as she had when she first met in the world, standing there quietly looking at the long steps.
The boy picked up the bamboo leaves, and the boy put them down again.
This woman who climbed the cliff on the first day of the first lunar month in the year 104 of the Great Wind Calendar just watched with a calm expression.
The young man turned and left.
So those hairpins were blown away by the mountain wind, just like some letters rustled by the mountain wind.
The sword hairpin turned into a sword, dropped down, and fell into his hand again.
Of course, young people will not be reckless and brave, chaotic and stupid all their lives.
This is as it should be.
The woman in the white dress stood quietly on the high cliff in the wind, then turned and left, walked to the edge of the Zhuojian Platform, sat down there, and put the sword on her knees.
He closed his eyes calmly.
...
"What are you afraid of?"
Peach Blossom's figure was beside the young man heading down the cliff.
Nan Dao said softly: "I don't know what I'm afraid of. The boy lived under an umbrella all his life, and finally came to the bottom of the cliff, only to find that as long as he stood on the cliff, he didn't need to hold such an umbrella. Maybe this It’s a good ending. But I feel very scared.”
Nan Dao raised his head and looked at the umbrella in his hand quietly.
"I don't know the difference between standing under an umbrella and standing on a cliff."
So maybe at the beginning, when the boy put down his umbrella and held it up again, some decisions were already clear.
Or maybe, if it hadn't been for the chilling conversation he had with Cao Weiying in Tianshang Town.
The young man might not be so frightened.
Nan Dao looked up as if he was looking at the umbrella, as well as the clouds and mist outside the umbrella, and the blue sky beyond the clouds and mist.
The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle.
And the young man wants to be on the cliff.
"Someone is watching me."
The color in the young man's eyes was very calm, even as if he was enthusiastically giving directions to a stranger, he raised his hand and pointed at the sky.
"It's right there. I have to hide wherever I go. Unless I'm standing on a cliff."
The young man smiled softly.
"I stood on the cliff and he let me go."
Taohua stood beside the boy silently.
The young man lowered his head and turned to look at the peach blossoms beside him.
"Have you really never been to this sword cliff?"
Taohua said calmly: "No, I don't need to lie to you. I am also Nandao. Whatever decision you make, I will make it too. I have no reason to lie to you. Unless..."
The bright peach blossom swayed on the face of the man in white.
"Unless I've seriously cut down a lot of things."
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at the road going down the cliff.
"Maybe that's the case. So this is probably the reason why you or I chose to embark on another path that is not accepted by the world."
Taohua stood there quietly.
Nan Dao said nothing more and walked quietly down the cliff.
The spring scenery under the cliff is bright, the spring grass is gently swaying under the cliff, the spring water under the cliff is cold, and the spring breeze is soft under the cliff.
Nan Dao stopped at the foot of the cliff, turned around and looked at Tao Hua and said softly: "Where is the sword?"
Then a small peach blossom sword appeared in front of the man in white.
There is no sadness or joy on the face of the peach blossom holding the sword, no emotion, just a peach blossom, swaying in the spring breeze.
Nan Dao looked at it quietly for a long time, then raised his hand and landed on the hilt of such a small sword.
"Last time, how much did I pull out?"
Taohua said calmly: "I don't remember, maybe one inch, maybe two inches."
So this time.
The boy pulled out three inches and three.
The peach blossoms in the spring breeze become increasingly bright red.
It was shaking like it was bloody.
The young man stood under the umbrella, calmly looking at the sword that was extremely bright with white prints, and then calmly sent it back.
“My heart is set on me.”
"You can forget yourself."
Nan Dao said slowly.
The peach blossoms were just quietly blown away by the spring breeze.
There seems to be something extra in the divine sea.
It vaguely comes from the vitality streams all over the land of the Divine Sea, and then goes towards the sky of the Divine Sea.
Nan Dao and Tao Hua appeared together in the divine sea.
The young man under the umbrella looked up and looked at such a wisp of air that had never been seen before. He stretched out his hand, and the wisp of air fell down again and landed on the young man's fingertips.
That wisp of air may be just a speck in the ocean to the young man with abundant vitality in Shenhai.
However, when the young man came into contact with such a flow of air, a feeling of extreme panic suddenly arose in his heart.
It was like a sword stabbing my heart.
Nan Dao looked at Peach Blossom on the side.
The latter just calmly stretched out his hand and directed the air flow, and several blood marks began to appear on that hand.
"This is something you can use to kill me."
Taohua retracted her hand and allowed that wisp of air to rise into the sky again, falling into the vast sky of the divine sea, like a tiny starlight.
"But it's too little."
Nan Dao looked at Peach Blossom quietly.
"You seem to really want me to kill you."
Taohua smiled softly and walked towards the snow-covered thatched cottage.
"You have to know Nandao, I am the aggregation of things in the past that you don't want to see. I am a vessel that carries the pain of human beings. Breaking it will save you and save me."
...
When Lu Xiaoer came back from town, You Chunshan was still nesting in the thatched hut, trying hard to find the elusive aura there.
Lu Xiaoer didn't bother him, and walked past quietly. But when he reached his cabin, he paused, then a very happy look appeared on his face, and he walked quickly towards the cabin. go.
"Uncle Master, are you down? Is there any trouble?"
Lu Xiaoer was still thinking about buying a house in Donghai, so he subconsciously said.
"Uncle Musician still has a lot of money, so we can buy some clothes first. As for buying a house, we may have to wait a little longer..."
Nan Dao, who was sitting on the porch, opened his eyes and looked at Lu Xiaoer silently.
For a moment, Nan Dao was a little confused.
What is this guy Lu Xiaoer talking about?
Fortunately, Lu Xiaoer also realized what he was talking about, why did you take your random thoughts as reality?
So the little boy quickly shut up.
"What kind of house should I buy?"
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Xiaoer and asked.
Lu Xiaoer hesitated for a long time and then said: "Isn't this because if you want to get married in Jianya, uncle, you will need some gifts and a house... By the way, uncle, have you met your husband? "
"..." Nan Dao was silent for a long time, then turned to look at the high cliff and said calmly, "No."
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao in astonishment and asked, "Is it because she doesn't want to see you?"
When Nan Dao heard this, he was silent for a while, lowered his head, and said slowly: "I didn't go up to see her."
Lu Xiaoer said thoughtfully: "That's right, although Uncle Master is very powerful, he can't go that far. But it doesn't matter, Uncle Master, we can practice in the East China Sea for a while first, and then go climb more cliffs when we have time. , take your time, you can always..."
Nan Dao shook his head calmly and said, "No, I won't climb the cliff again."
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao blankly and asked, "Why?"
Nan Dao took a deep breath, stood up with an umbrella, and looked at the world as March was gradually passing.
When he left Lingnan, this young man probably never thought that the story would go in such a direction.
Then he remembered what the swordsman in white said when he left.
"Because this is destiny, this is where I stand."
Or rather.
"Some things are too far apart. When Qiu Shui left the world and I was still in Lingnan. Only now do I understand the meaning of the sentence Mojianya won't wait for me for too long."
When autumn water leaves the world.
When a woman in a white dress left an unopened letter at Qingzhu Residence.
It is difficult for people who have already stood on the cliff to return to the world.
The fifteen-year-old boy did not have the ability to climb the mountain gate.
The sixteen-year-old boy had already missed someone waiting on the stone steps.
Of course, fate is also forever, it is the miss that comes and goes.
It's just a teenager's hindsight.
Lu Xiaoer stood there blankly, not knowing what his uncle was talking about.
Nan Dao lowered his head, probably because he didn't want to tell such a story anymore, and turned to look at the hut upstream of the clear stream.
"Has the person you mentioned started practicing?"
Although Lu Xiaoer still had some questions, he probably understood that now was not the right time to ask, so he changed the topic and looked over to the other side, looking at the man who was sitting in the hut and immersed in the feeling of Qi. You Chun Shan.
"Not yet, he probably has no talent for cultivation."
Lu Xiaoer said, standing next to his uncle, he let out a long breath and seemed a little ashamed.
"I don't know if I did the right thing. I asked him to spend 700 yuan to buy a wooden sword in the hand of a child, and tried to exchange for something with my heart or sincerity, because I felt that maybe some things were mysterious and mysterious. Yes, maybe this really allows him to become a sword cultivator?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Things that make sense but do not know the truth are the most mysterious. A story that makes no sense cannot exist."
Lu Xiaoer stood there thoughtfully.
"So maybe I really did something wrong?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said: "I don't know either, because we don't know that such a thing is reasonable but we don't know, or it is unreasonable."
"Do I need to pay him back the 700 yuan?"
After knowing that Nandao did not need to buy a house in Donghai, Lu Xiaoer no longer held on to a little money.
After all, the musician uncle is right, money is used to make yourself happy.
If having some money in your pocket will make you feel uneasy, then it is obviously wrong to be so rich.
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Forget it. After all, you gave him seven hundred coins, so you bought the wooden sword as a gift to him. The existence of the wooden sword is meaningless."
Lu Xiaoer nodded and said, "Then when one day he really gives up, I will give it back to him."
The two of them talked there for a long time, but the young man named You Chunshan finally opened his eyes hungrily, rummaged around in the empty thatched shed for a while, and ran over feebly holding the wooden sword. He was about to look at Lu. The waiter asked the young senior brother if he had anything to eat. When he looked up, he saw another young man standing under the umbrella with a calm expression.
You Chunshan was stunned for a long time, and then he held his sword in a somewhat reserved manner and bowed.
"Hello, uncle."
A young man who can climb a sword cliff of 1,200 feet is probably worthy of being called a master uncle to many people in the world.
What's more, this young man still doesn't know what Qi is.
Nan Dao nodded.
After all, even if Le Chaotian calls him senior brother, he can face it calmly, let alone others.
Lu Xiaoer stood next to Nan Dao, looked at You Chunshan, thought for a while and said, "Are you hungry?"
You Chunshan nodded.
Although it is probably a shameless thing to always nibble on a young boy, for You Chunshan, there is probably nothing he can do about it.
After all, I haven't caught a fish for a long time.
Eating grass roots will make you dizzy.
If you are dizzy, you will not be able to practice.
If you can't practice cultivation, you can't stop eating grass roots...
Lu Xiaoer took out a few coins from his arms, thought about it, and took some more.
"You can find a way to go to that noodle shop and get three bowls of noodles."
You Chunshan was obviously a little embarrassed, but when he saw the young man under the umbrella beside him, he seemed to understand something. It was probably that Lu Xiaoer wanted his uncle to try the noodles from that noodle shop.
So he took the money, turned around and headed towards the town.
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer with some confusion.
The latter said extremely seriously: "There is a very delicious noodle restaurant in the town. It would be a pity if my uncle cannot eat it."
"Then why is he so embarrassed?"
"Because that noodle shop doesn't sell noodles to Jianxiu. I heard that they used to sell noodles, but since Donghai was beaten into a mess last time, he stopped selling them."
This is probably a reason that makes sense even at the most superficial level.
