You Chunshan quickly brought back three bowls of noodles.
This surprised Lu Xiaoer.
"How did you buy it?"
Lu Xiaoer thought that he asked others to buy it for him just like him.
As a result, You Chunshan said sincerely: "I watched at the door for a while, and there happened to be a table of people waiting for noodles. When the shopkeeper brought the noodles over, I just grabbed it and ran away."
"..." Lu Xiaoer was a little helpless. "Why don't you let someone else buy it for you."
You Chunshan sighed and said, "Then I guess they will also ask me if I am a sword cultivator."
In this small town under the cliff in the East China Sea, there are probably two people whose names have become very famous recently.
One is called Nan Dao, a sixteen-year-old boy who climbed a cliff.
One named You Chunshan spent a lot of money to buy a wooden sword and felt that he was an unlucky guy who was a swordsman.
But what surprised Lu Xiaoer the most was that the three bowls of noodles he snatched were able to reach the outside of the town smoothly.
You Chunshan very carefully placed the three stacked bowls of noodles on the porch of Lu Xiaoer's wooden house. He took the next bowl and placed it in front of Nan Dao. Then he looked at Nan Dao and said, "Uncle Master, please .”
Nan Dao looked at the young man who had a lot of noodle soup on his body, but he remained silent for a while and said "Thank you".
You Chunshan smiled happily, then sat on the grass outside the verandah, using the wooden verandah as a table, pulled the noodle bowl over, and ate there with great satisfaction.
The noodles in that noodle shop are indeed extremely delicious.
Even Cong Ren and the others enjoyed the meal so much that they probably wouldn’t let the young man under the umbrella find any fault. Probably the only drawback was that it was a bowl of snatched noodles. It’s not that they didn’t pay for it. You Chunshan snatched it. After returning to the robbery, the money was still left.
Just because it was a robbery, You Chunshan ran too fast and spilled a lot of noodle soup. While Lu Xiaoer was still enjoying the soup, he found that the bottom of the bowl was empty.
The essence of a bowl of noodles is, of course, the soup.
Lu Xiaoer sighed regretfully and placed the bowl on the wooden corridor.
You Chunshan on the side had already finished eating, and was quietly watching the young man coming down from the cliff.
Only Nan Dao, who needed to hold an umbrella, ate a little slowly, drinking soup slowly there.
The March twilight was long and half-fallen, just like some soup sliding down the wall of the bowl Nandao put down.
You Chunshan finally waited until Nandao finished eating the noodles, helped stack the bowls together, and then looked at the young man under the umbrella sincerely.
"Uncle Master, do you have any insights?"
Nan Dao looked at this young man who called his uncle sincerely with some confusion.
"What?"
You Chunshan took off the wooden sword from behind, placed it on his knees, and said seriously: "About how I become a sword cultivator."
Nan Dao looked at the young man sitting in the dusk outside the eaves in silence. After a long time, he slowly said: "If you ask me about such a thing, you might as well ask Lu Xiaoer."
You Chunshan was a little puzzled.
"What does Uncle Master mean?"
Nan Dao said with great sincerity: "I don't know about such a thing as Qi."
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment.
Lu Xiaoer explained on the side: "Uncle Master, when he first started practicing, he saw the mountain directly."
You Chunshan sat in the dusk and stared blankly at the young man under the eaves for a long time, and then said with envy: "So that's how it is, uncle."
If you have it, you have it, if you don't have it, you don't have it.
The boundary between the spiritual world and the human world is probably very clearly reflected between the two people in front of this wooden house.
Nan Dao looked at You Chunshan quietly for a long time, then looked at him and said, "Why do you have to be a swordsman?"
Uncle Master probably always likes to reason.
Just like when Le Chaotian faced the two young boys.
Or maybe you just try to stand on the road that you have already walked on, and explain the doubts of those who have not yet walked on it.
You Chunshan sat there, stroking the paintings on the wooden sword.
"Because nothing I do goes well, someone said I could be a great swordsman, so I became a great swordsman."
So I probably really didn’t have any other ideas. Even if I did, it was only after I became a sword cultivator.
It's just that someone pointed out such a path.
Nan Dao said nothing more, but said calmly: "I don't know what you should do."
You Chunshan was not very disappointed. He just picked up the sword, stood up, saluted, and said, "Thank you, uncle."
The young man walked along the bank of the stream towards the upper reaches of Qingxi River in the dusk.
Nan Dao was sitting on the porch blowing the wind, and suddenly felt that this scene seemed very familiar.
It was probably like last March when I was walking in the Xuanshu Courtyard and sincerely asked some questions to the gentleman named Yun Hu Wenzhi.
Nan Dao suddenly understood why he always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he said the sentence "I don't know."
It turned out that I had heard such an answer before.
So the young man under the umbrella was silent for a long time, and then called the young man.
"You Chunshan."
You Chunshan turned around and saw the young man sitting on the wooden corridor, as if thinking about something.
"Uncle, is there something wrong?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "I can give it a try."
You Chunshan was stunned for a long time, then walked back, stopped in front of the house, and saluted Nan Dao.
"Uncle Master, is there anything you can do?"
Nan Dao stood up and walked down the corridor of the wooden house.
"I don't know either, so I just gave it a try."
You Chunshan held his sword and saluted, and said sincerely: "Thank you, uncle."
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and looked at the young man quietly.
"Did the waiter teach you how to practice?"
You Chunshan nodded and said, "I taught you."
Nan Dao said calmly: "Then try to feel the Qi here."
Although You Chunshan didn't know what this young swordsman wanted to do, he still sat down by the stream with his sword in his arms.
Lu Xiaoer also looked at Nandao curiously, wondering what his uncle was going to do.
Nan Dao just waited until You Chunshan entered a state of enlightenment, and then calmly stretched out a hand.
Lu Xiaoer silently stepped back a little.
This young boy probably understood something.
Sure enough, it was the next moment.
There was a loud noise by the stream.
On the hand of the young man under the umbrella, an extremely majestic vortex of vitality appeared, and all the vitality of heaven and earth in the twilight was coming towards this creek bank.
The young boy with the sword on his back stood aside, feeling the extremely peaceful and calm water-like vitality of heaven and earth that had never been forced to breathe out, and the vortex of vitality in the divine sea began to move crazily.
The little boy stared blankly at the boy under the umbrella by the stream.
So this is Uncle Master’s root of heaven and earth?
.....
Nan Dao's idea is naturally extremely simple.
Although he has never fully experienced the three major frontiers of cultivation, he only feels the feeling of Qi. It is naturally different to perceive when the vitality is abundant and to perceive when the vitality is thin.
So at this moment, when he began to use all his strength to activate the thousands of island vortexes in his body, the energy of heaven and earth within several miles of Sword Cliff was pulled in and surrounded him.
You Chunshan, who was sitting cross-legged by the stream, had already been shocked there.
What a young swordsman.
But soon he understood why this young man was acting like this suddenly. He quickly calmed down, closed his eyes, and began to feel the breath.
...
There was a young man on the cliff who finally chose to leave.
But another person came.
Cong Xin.
This peach blossom demon, who was no longer the little girl in the sword sect, climbed onto such a high cliff with a peach branch sword and a peaceful expression.
Cong Xin is naturally not a swordsman.
Just relying on the Peach Branch Sword in her hand, which was transformed from the sword intention of the third generation master of the Human Sword Sect, she will always have the freedom to stand as high as she wants.
Cong Xin walked quietly to Qiu Xi'er's side.
"I thought for a moment he was going to come up the cliff."
Such words were naturally said by Cong Xin.
The woman in the white dress with a sword across her knees turned to look at the peach demon beside her, and just said calmly: "It's a good thing if you don't come up. If it weren't for the people on the cliff who need to guard something, such a high cliff would In the human world, nature has no meaning."
Cong Xin looked back to the south.
"Qiu Shui sent the sword to the south, maybe he was giving you a choice."
Qiu Xi'er sat silently on the edge of the cliff. After a long time, she said softly: "I don't know."
This woman who has spent her whole life on the cliff has probably already considered it the most important thing in her life that she should guard such a sword.
But right now, she probably lacks the confidence to really hold on to that sword.
The main realm of Jianyaya is naturally an extremely high realm in the human world.
Even if it's just the Nine Layers of Daohai, it's enough to frighten the vast majority of people in the world.
But for the people of Mojianya, if that's all, it's obviously not enough.
If she was not staying on such a high cliff, but was staying on a low cliff like a woman in white clothes, she would naturally be able to do many things freely.
For example, try a different story across the long years.
It’s just that she is from Mojianya.
This is a sentence that makes everyone raise their heads subconsciously when they say it.
Once you reach the top of the cliff, you can no longer be in the human world.
Otherwise the world will be very frightened.
Cong Xin sat on the edge of the cliff for a long time, and then said slowly: "What if he really never goes up the cliff again?"
Qiu Xi'er turned her head and looked at Cong Xin quietly, and said slowly: "Is there anyone who must go up the cliff?"
Cong Xin said softly: "Of course not."
So asking such a question is probably very meaningless.
The two sat there quietly.
After a long time, Cong Xin looked past the clouds and mist on the high cliff, and his eyes fell on the twilight town behind the cliff.
There is a young man there who is pulling the vitality of heaven and earth.
"The life force he has is still taken from me."
This woman with picturesque features from Nanyi City said calmly.
Qiu Xi'er turned her head and looked at the indifferent woman beside her.
"So you want it back?"
Cong Xin just turned her head to look at Donghai and chuckled: "I just want to say that maybe he and I will need to depend on each other in the future."
Qiu Xi'er turned back silently and said nothing.
Cong Xin stood up and looked at the Jianya Cliff Master beside him, who was actually his descendant.
"I've been to the East China Sea too, and there really isn't anything interesting to see."
Cong Xin said softly.
"All the fantasies in the past are probably just fantasies."
"Although some people can't be taken back, Jian Zong is still there, and I want to go back."
Qiu Xi'er was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Goodbye, Cong Xin."
The peach-clothed woman took the sword and headed down the cliff through the mountain wind and sea breeze that should not have existed on the cliff.
.......
The people in the town were naturally alarmed by the surging vitality of heaven and earth, and the sword cultivators came out one after another.
Then he saw a young man standing on the bank of the stream outside the town, who should have been on the cliff.
Such a turbulent and majestic vortex of vitality undoubtedly left everyone stunned.
Even though they had never seen Nandao, when they saw this scene, they understood who the young man was by the creek under the cliff.
Although everyone didn't understand what they were doing, they stopped there far away and did not bother the three people by the stream.
Lu Xiaoer was a little worried that they would come, but he was relieved when he saw that they just stopped at the edge of the forest outside the town.
You Chunshan was still sitting quietly beside those vortexes of vitality.
After a long time, Nan Dao slowly dispersed the vitality of heaven and earth that was drawn here and stayed by the stream.
You Chunshan opened his eyes and sat there quietly.
Lu Xiaoer came over nervously, although he didn't know why he was nervous. Looking at You Chunshan sitting by the stream holding a wooden sword, he didn't see anything from the young man's expression, so Lu Xiaoer In the end, I chose to ask in person.
"How about it?"
You Chunshan stood up with his sword in his arms. Without answering Lu Xiaoer's question, he held his sword and saluted Nan Dao.
"Thank you, uncle."
So is it there or not?
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan quietly.
The young man stood there, turned his head, lowered his head and looked at the young boy for a long time, and then said softly: "I feel something."
Lu Xiaoer took a deep breath.
"Then why do you look like this?"
You Chunshan smiled bitterly and said softly: "Because it is really far away."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment.
"how far?"
The young man holding the wooden sword pondered for a while and looked towards the East China Sea, which was immersed in the dusk.
"It's like I'm at the beach and see a bright moon in the sea."
The moon in the sea and the flowers in the mirror.
Nature is elusive.
Lu Xiaoer also understood why You Chunshan felt the aura, but still had no excitement.
The young man under the umbrella by the stream dispersed the energy of heaven and earth, and gradually calmed down the restlessness in the sea of gods. He turned to look at You Chunshan and said slowly: "It is at least a good thing to be able to see it."
At least they proved one thing.
That is this extremely unlucky young man. Of course he is not without roots.
Even if the roots of heaven and earth are so small, at least there is still some possibility of entering the world of cultivation.
Lu Xiaoer asked, still unwilling to give up.
"Where is heaven?"
You Chunshan chuckled and said, "Is the moon closer in the sky or in the sea?"
Lu Xiaoer was speechless. For the first time, he felt that he was a little stupid.
The sword cultivators in the small towns in the distance still stood there at a distance after hesitating for a while.
After all, according to what Zhang Xiaoyu said back then, the boy by the creek was someone who could fight with him.
Naturally, everyone subconsciously had some awe.
Nan Dao turned his head and looked over there quietly.
"Why do they look so hesitant?"
Lu Xiaoer glanced over there, thought for a while and said, "Because Zhang Xiaoyu came to the bottom of the cliff the day Uncle Master climbed the cliff. So they are probably a little scared."
Nan Dao turned around and sat down by the stream.
"fine."
This is probably really good.
At least the boy who wanted to have some quiet time was prevented from being disturbed.
You Chunshan also sat down beside him, silently feeling the vitality between heaven and earth.
Far is far.
At least the vitality of heaven and earth that Nan Dao had just brought in allowed him to come into contact with that kind of feeling.
Starting from scratch is naturally the most difficult thing.
The small town sword cultivators finally sent a representative to the creek.
The sword cultivator who looked to be in his thirties, probably from the Wenfengguanyu Realm, stopped next to Lu Xiaoer and looked at the young man sitting by the stream politely.
"How many Zhangjian Cliffs have you climbed, Senior Brother?"
Lu Xiaoer never asked, so he couldn't answer this question. All eyes fell on the young man by the stream.
"One thousand two hundred feet."
Nan Dao said very calmly.
The sword cultivator stood there in a daze.
One thousand two hundred feet high?
Maybe not high.
It's just that whether it is high or not is always a definition that cannot be determined accurately.
For Zhang Xiaoyu and others, one thousand two hundred feet is naturally not high.
Just for these little sword cultivators under the cliff.
One thousand two hundred feet is naturally a height that needs to be looked up to.
The sword cultivator from that small town stood there for a long time in amazement, and then made a salute with his sword.
"Thank you, senior brother, for informing me. Sorry for bothering you."
Then he hurriedly turned around and headed towards the sword cultivators outside the town.
There was a commotion outside the town.
You Chunshan probably couldn't understand it either, so he looked at Lu Xiaoer standing aside.
"How high is one thousand two hundred feet?"
The young boy held the sword and looked at You Chunshan for a long time, and then said slowly: "Do you see how many feet I have walked?"
You Chunshan was speechless.
Lu Xiaoer knew that the water realm was still some distance away from a hundred feet away.
The sword cultivators could naturally see that this young man had no intention of talking to anyone. After marveling, they slowly walked towards the town in the remaining twilight and talked about it.
Some people think it is very high, some people think it is not high.
Naturally, there are different opinions on such things.
It feels very high, because it is indeed very high.
Even in today's human world, those high-level sword cultivators are probably no more than two thousand feet below.
When Linglingge delivered the letter to Nandao, he said that it could only be delivered to Qianzhang Mountain Gate, which was too high to go up.
A sixteen-year-old boy, who first appeared in the eyes of the East China Sea, walked one thousand two hundred feet, which is naturally a very tall story.
And those who think it is not high, of course, do not really think it is not high, but at least, for a person who will be promoted as the new Three Swords, it is really difficult to say that it is high.
Zhang Xiaoyu was known as the Three Young Swordsmen at the beginning. Although he had never climbed the cliff, at least he was a disciple of Cong Ren and had learned the Fruit Sword.
People talked in the town for a long time and finally made a very simple decision.
That is Wen Jian.
Higher than not.
Asked.
Naturally you will know.
