After everyone had finished leaving, You Chunshan suddenly patted his head.
Lu Xiaoer looked at him very doubtfully.
"what you do?"
You Chunshan pointed to the three bowls on the ground.
"Forgot to ask them to return these bowls."
"...Why don't you just go there when you have time? Anyway, you didn't snatch it back then."
"That's different. I feel guilty if I go now."
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan. The young man holding a wooden sword continued sincerely: "Because it is really possible that I am a sword cultivator now."
When You Chunshan vaguely saw the moon in the sea through the vitality attracted by Nandao, he even became cautious and rigorous in his words.
It's probably like what he said in that sentence. It's really possible, so I can't talk nonsense.
But in the end, You Chunshan felt guilty and ran back to return the bowl.
Because it's really possible that he is, and the other two teenagers really are.
The young boy carried the sword on his back and looked at the back of the young man walking through the creek and forest path towards the town, with a different color in his eyes.
After watching for a long time, Lu Xiaoer turned back to Nan Dao, who was sitting by the stream with his eyes closed and meditating, and said, "Uncle, I found that he didn't fall on the ground even once this afternoon!"
Lu Xiaoer naturally mentioned You Chunshan's unfortunate fall to Nan Dao.
Hearing this, Nan Dao opened his eyes and turned around, but he understood why Lu Xiaoer kept letting You Chunshan run around holding the bowl.
"so?"
Nan Dao looked at the young boy standing by the stream in the dusk.
The latter said seriously: "So he probably really had bad luck and did not fall on the ground on purpose."
Because the young boy knew that South Island's luck had always been excellent.
He almost fell to the ground when You Chunshan called him "Senior Brother" a few times. However, after You Chunshan called him "Senior Brother" for so long, nothing happened to Nandao. On the contrary, his bad luck was suppressed a lot.
Lu Xiaoer sighed and said: "Uncle Master, maybe he really is the noble person in his life."
When Nan Dao heard this, he just turned his head noncommittally and looked at the clear stream in front of him quietly.
After a long time, the young man under the umbrella said softly: "It is not so important to fulfill God's will, but to fulfill man's will."
Lu Xiaoer tilted his head and looked at the young man by the stream, thought for a moment and said, "So this is why uncle finally changed his mind and wanted to help him?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "I've just been caught in the rain before."
...
It took a long time for You Chunshan to return to the stream from the town. The night had already filled the clear stream, and a stream of clear light was scattered.
The young man walked towards the stream bank in amazement. He saw Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao were still there. He hesitated for a long time and then said slowly: "I just heard some news in the town."
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan and saw that he was in good condition. He didn't look like he had been beaten by the noodle shop owner. He was very curious as to why he had been there for so long.
"what news?"
"The sword cultivators in the town are holding a conference. They seem to want to ask about Uncle Master's sword."
You Chunshan said, looking at the boy beside the stream.
The young man was surrounded by sword intent, and the clear light flowed under the starry field.
The boy had no reaction.
On the contrary, Lu Xiaoer, who was sitting under the wooden corridor nearby, showed a very solemn expression.
You Chunshan also saw the look on Lu Xiaoer's face, looked at him and asked, "Is this serious?"
Lu Xiaoer nodded sincerely.
In such a small town under the cliff, although there are not many swordsmen cultivators, after all, there will not be too many people in a town, but among those sword cultivators who came from all over the world, although most of them are not very high, as There are quite a few like Lu Xiaoer, but there are also Qinglian realm sword cultivators who are quite advanced.
Nan Dao waited for a long time before looking back at You Chunshan who was carrying a wooden sword.
"Why do they come to ask about the sword?"
You Chunshan thought for a while and said: "It seems that it is because they are not sure whether the master's climb of 1,200 feet is considered high or not high."
When Lu Xiaoer heard this, he stood up with his sword in his arms hesitantly. He stood by the stream and looked towards the high cliff.
"If twelve hundred feet is not high, then what is high? Do you want to climb to the top of the cliff? I think it is not a question of whether it is high or not."
You Chunshan asked: "What's the problem?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a long time, lowered his head and said, "Then I don't know."
Nan Dao on the side said calmly.
"Let them do it."
Of course Wenjian can't be exempted from it.
It's just that Nan Dao's meaning is probably very obvious, that is, he must accept it.
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao and said, "Uncle Master, do you really want to stay?"
The South Island is very peaceful.
"They are asking about the sword from Lingnan."
After all, when we were at the foot of the cliff, everyone knew that such a young man was from Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoer understood something, and silently looked at the young man sitting by the stream under the starry night without saying anything else.
You Chunshan was a little confused and asked: "Why do you have to accept it when you ask about Lingnan's sword?"
Lu Xiaoer held his sword and looked up at the sky, and said solemnly: "Because Uncle Master is the hope of Lingnan."
The hope for Lingnan lies only in Lingnan.
This is what Nan Dao himself said back then.
But now, the young man sincerely accepts his identity as a Lingnan sword cultivator.
So the hope of Lingnan.
Nature is mine.
...
Probably because of knowing such news, You Chunshan and Lu Xiaoer didn't sleep well all night. The two sat outside Lu Xiaoer's cabin and chatted all night. It wasn't until the moon set that the young man fell asleep. He fell asleep leaning against the wall.
Lu Xiaoer also took a nap.
When they woke up, the dew on the grass blades by the stream had been dried by the March sun.
The young man under the umbrella was still holding the umbrella and sitting by the stream, his sword across his knees, quietly concentrating on his sword intent.
Many sword cultivators had already gathered on the other side of the Qingxi River and were sitting, seemingly waiting for the young man to come out of his cultivation state.
Realizing that they had overslept, Lu Xiaoer and You Chunshan hurriedly stood up holding their swords and walked behind Nan Dao.
The sword cultivators in the town, those who came yesterday and those who came last time, all gathered by the stream this time, and many people from the town were watching from a distance.
It's just that Nan Dao seems to be still immersed in the world of practice and hasn't woken up for a long time.
Those sword cultivators also had great patience and sat quietly at the foot of the cliff north of Qingxi River.
You Chunshan sat stiffly next to Lu Xiaoer with his sword in his arms. Even though these sword cultivators were not here for him, but just sitting facing each other like this, this young man who was still just a possible sword cultivator still felt very uncomfortable. nervous.
As a result, he looked more like a young boy, his hands and feet were sweating, and his lips were trembling slightly.
In terms of his years in the spiritual world, You Chunshan is probably a young boy compared to a young boy.
Lu Xiaoer came all the way to the East China Sea, and after experiencing some stories, he felt very peaceful.
You Chunshan poked the young boy's thigh. After the young boy turned his head, he whispered: "Do you want to wake up the uncle? Will they wait too long and become angry?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said softly: "Probably not. After all, this is their Wenjian question. It's appropriate to wait."
You Chunshan nodded thoughtfully and said, "That's right, otherwise it would appear that we are not reserved at all."
"..."
They must have been waiting for a long time. Not only Lu Xiaoer and You Chunshan were whispering, but the small town residents watching from a distance also began to discuss in low voices.
"Did he really climb 1,200 feet?"
"There should be, right? Didn't they see the sword intent surging eight to nine hundred feet that day?"
"But he looks really young."
"..."
Lu Xiaoer listened to the discussions from a distance by the stream and thought quietly, if they weren't young, why would these swordsmen have launched such a big battle?
Although the sword cultivators on the north side of the Qingxi River have different origins, they can still distinguish them clearly. For example, those sword cultivators who have entered the Taoist realm and those who have entered the Taoist realm are mostly sitting further away. Naturally, this question of swordsmanship is very important. It's nothing to do with them.
Some things can naturally be seen from the sword.
The sword intent flowing across the young man's knee under the umbrella had already impressed a large number of sword cultivators.
Lu Xiaoer's eyes fell to the north of Qingxi River. The dozens of people sitting opposite his uncle were probably the protagonists of today's sword question.
The young man's realm is a bit low, so naturally he can't tell much. He only knows that those are probably sword cultivators who have risen from the Snow Realm.
After spending ten days in this small town in the East China Sea, the young boy never thought that there would be so many enlightened and minor realm sword cultivators in the town.
The East China Sea Sword Sect and the Lingnan Sword Sect are probably incomparable.
...
Lu Xiaoer was thinking wildly when he saw that there seemed to be some movement among the sword cultivators on the other side of the Qingxi River.
The young boy withdrew his gaze, and sure enough he saw that the energy of heaven and earth around his uncle was slowly dissipating.
There didn't seem to be much greeting or conversation between the two parties.
The first person to come towards the stream was a middle-aged swordsman in his thirties sitting across from him on the other side of the stream. After sitting down by the stream, the swordsman in his thirties politely held his sword towards him. The young man saluted.
"The East China Sea Tongtian Sword Sect, the slanted bridge on the snow."
Nan Dao sat calmly under the umbrella, held it and bowed.
"Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect, walking on the slanted bridge in the snow, please."
When the two of them finished speaking, the sword wind began to rise all over the river.
The East China Sea Sword Sect is an extremely orthodox sword cultivator. The middle-aged sword cultivator was sitting by the stream and did not get up. The sword in his hand was driven out of the sheath by his sword intent.
Fighting with swords is probably more to Nan Dao's liking.
With a loud sword cry, Parrot Island turned into a stream of light and entangled with the sword of the East China Sea Sword Cultivator on the clear stream.
Tongtian Sword Sect, this is a sword sect that you can tell by its name. It is located on the bank of Tongtian River.
This is the largest river in the East China Sea. For example, the Jingtao Sword Sect where Qingjiao was originally located is also located on the bank of such a large river.
It is said that in ancient times, such a big river once flowed into the sky, which is why it got this name.
The waves crashed on the shore.
One sword reaches the sky.
The sword intent in a place like the East China Sea is naturally different from the sword intent in a quiet place with green mountains like Lingnan.
It's just that although the middle-aged man's sword was very turbulent in terms of momentum, in terms of the vitality of the world and the solidity of the sword's intention, this sixteen-year-old boy was obviously far stronger than such a sword cultivator from the East China Sea.
So when the two swords are wrapped in the air, the vitality and the sword intention intersect.
The sword cultivator from Tongtian Sword Sect looked a little pale, and lowered his head to look at the young man with a lot of surprise.
A sword like that is obviously far more than the sword cultivators in the Snow Realm can possess.
The swordsman in his thirties seemed to want to see some dignity and all-out effort on the young man's face.
But there was nothing.
The young man was very calm. He didn't even look at the sword above the clear stream, but looked down at the other sword in his lap.
The Manxi sword wind began to tilt in an instant, heading towards the middle-aged sword cultivator.
The sword quickly broke through the Donghai sword cultivator's sword intent and hovered in front of the man.
The sword wind ceased.
Everything happens in an instant.
Then the lifted blades of grass fell into the stream together with a certain sword.
The sword cultivator of the Tongtian Sword Sect raised his hand to catch his sword, put it into the sheath, stood up, and bowed with conviction.
"Senior brother is amazing."
Nan Dao called Yiaozhou back, put it on his knees, and returned the bow to the sword cultivator in an upright manner.
"Thank you."
...
You Chunshan sat there in a daze, looking at Lu Xiaoer beside him.
"Is this the end?"
Lu Xiaoer nodded sincerely.
"If it's too slow, it's a bit artificial."
Lingnan needs a sword that can be remembered by the world.
So naturally it can’t be too slow.
Back in Bailu, such a sword was heard by the world for the first time. Perhaps this time, the world will hear it more clearly.
While Lu Xiaoer and You Chunshan were still whispering there, the second sword cultivator had already arrived.
"The Jingtao Sword Sect of the East China Sea, the Leaning Bridge on the Snow, Senior Brother, please."
That was a sword cultivator who was also in his thirties. Generally speaking, sword cultivators who are active in the human world are usually between twenty and fifty years old. Thirties is a very common age.
When the two teenagers by the stream heard the name Jingtao Sword Sect, they were both stunned subconsciously.
Back then, among the Lingnan Sword Sect, there was a sword cultivator from the Jingtao Sword Sect who was in the Xieqiao realm.
Green pepper.
This was a female swordsman who was initially evaluated by Le Chaotian as someone who dressed like clouds in the clouds but lived in the cold of distant mountains.
Nan Dao was stunned for a while, and then came back to his senses at the somewhat puzzled reminder from the sword cultivator on the other side.
"Does the Jingtao Sword Sect have a sword cultivator named Qingjiao?"
The young man under the umbrella looked at the sword cultivator on the other side of the stream and asked.
The man was obviously stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, you are talking about Junior Sister Xie."
After Lu Xiaoer heard the word "Junior Sister Xie", he was stunned for a moment, but then he felt that this should be the case.
After all, it's impossible for someone to actually be called Qingjiao.
Nan Dao didn't ask any more questions, he just held his umbrella and bowed to the Jingtao Sword Cultivator.
"Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect, walking on the leaning bridge in the snow, senior brother, please."
The young man under the umbrella was originally called Senior Sister Qingjiao, so he still called him Senior Brother.
The last Donghai Sword Cultivator was superior to Nan Dao in terms of Sword Intention Energy, and he lost to Nan Dao very simply. Therefore, if there is another Sword Cultivator in the same realm, he will probably not compete with Nan Dao in Sword Intent Yuan Qi.
So the Jingtao sword cultivator suppressed some of his doubts about the South Island issue, stood by the stream, and drew his sword.
The cultivation of sword intention is always based on the sword in hand.
The young man is very talented, but he may not have practiced swords for a long time.
This is probably the reason why the sword cultivator of the Tongtian Sword Cultivator still came to the stream bank despite the fact that the previous Tongtian Sword Cultivator had already lost.
A cold sword flashed across the water.
Nan Dao still sat there quietly.
Then he raised his hand and pulled out another blue-black peach blossom sword.
Although this sword is no longer as heavy as when I tried the sword with Qingjiao in the canyon, the weight of the sword itself determines that this sword is still more suitable as a sword in my hand.
A sword coming like a storm was blocked by Nan Dao's calm horizontal sword three feet in front of him.
The Jingtao sword cultivator was also a little surprised, but the sword in his hand did not stop because of this. He moved with his feet on the clear stream. The cold light of the sword in his hand was like white waves, cutting through the clear stream, and fell towards such a young man again.
You Chunshan looked at the scene of sword light that had the meaning of cutting through the wind and rain, feeling a little worried and frowning slightly.
Lu Xiaoer on the side was very calm.
"Don't worry, Uncle Master can't lose."
You Chunshan looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "The fight is not over yet, how do you know you can't lose?"
Lu Xiaoer then picked it up, sat there holding the sword, and said lightly: "Because it was December 9th last year."
"My uncle has already defeated the woman from Jingtao Sword Sect in the small realm."
You Chunshan was still stunned. When the young boy finished speaking, the sword question ended with a rather clear sound of swords.
The young man under the umbrella calmly put his sword into its sheath, while the sword cultivator from the Jingtao Sword Sect was slashed back to the other side of the clear stream with a sword.
The sword cultivator stood up with his sword in hand, looked at the gap in the sword in his hand, then looked at the young man on the other side, and said in surprise: "Have you ever fought with Qingjiao?"
In the sword questioning just now, this young man seemed to know the swordsmanship of Jingtao Sword Sect very well. Every time he struck, he was stopped at the right time, which is naturally puzzling.
Nan Dao said softly: "I asked for advice last year."
The swordsman took a deep breath and said, "Who won?"
Nan Dao lowered his head, looked at the sword in his hand, thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I won."
Last year, the young man was still in the Rain-Watching Realm, and his sword intention was due to a short period of practice and he did not have time to refine it well.
In fact, that sword test was also a trick taken by Nan Dao.
He grabbed the tail of a certain snow, aroused the fine snow in his body, and forced himself into the realm of sword cliff white clothes.
It's just that the current young man has already reached the Sword Cliff White Clothes Realm - when he really crosses the Mojian Cliff Mountain Gate.
The Jingtao sword cultivator was silent for a while, and then looked at the young man with emotion.
Although Qingjiao is a junior sister, he is naturally not as good as her.
Therefore, there is also a lot of admiration in the emotion.
"Senior brother, it's better not to call me senior brother. You are the senior brother."
The Jingtao sword cultivator held his sword and bowed, then stepped back.
As the Jingtao Sword Cultivator retreated, the streamside became quiet for a moment.
The two sword cultivators in the Snow-Treading Bridge Realm lost extremely easily in terms of sword intent and the sword in their hands, which actually made those sword cultivators in the Xunmei Realm hesitate.
It took a long time before another person finally came out.
"The East China Sea Wangya Sword Sect, the second level of climbing the tower, the sword intention is Qinglian."
