The sunset is naturally infinitely better, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s near dusk or not.
The young man under the umbrella by the stream still looked a little pale.
The Peach Blossom Sword and the Parrot Island lay side by side on his knees, and the bowl of noodles was placed on them.
Nan Dao held the chopsticks with some difficulty and stirred very hard, then turned to look at the senior fellow of the Human Sword Sect next to him.
"The thing about gourds..."
Chen Huaifeng interrupted Nan Dao and said softly.
"Actually, you and I both know that. I was the first to make the mistake."
So Nan Dao turned his head back, and did not say anything like that again. He continued to stir the noodles in the bowl, and flipped the chopped green onion, spicy oil, shredded pork and other things under the noodles.
Chen Huaifeng drank quietly and looked at the young man next to him, with a look of emotion in his eyes that shone in the dusk.
Probably he never thought that he would be with this young man in the East China Sea, watching the sunset, eating noodles and drinking wine like old friends.
"I heard people in the town talking when I came here."
Chen Huaifeng smiled and drank the wine like tea.
"You won two five-level sword cultivators and one six-level sword cultivator. This reminded me subconsciously of the boy from Nanyi City back then. Then I wanted to say with emotion that time passes by and seasons pass by. But in fact, it was not that long ago. matter."
While holding an umbrella, Nan Dao picked a chopstick of noodles and put it into his mouth to eat. The boy was probably really tired, so even though the noodles were extremely fragrant, it took him a long time to swallow them.
"My Divine Sea is empty. The sword that my husband taught me to use to view the sea consumes too much energy and sword intent."
This is a high sword, but not a very good sword.
A very good sword should be the Drunken Sword that Cao Weiying taught him, or the Quick Sword of the World, which can be used in any realm.
The young man said softly: "Actually, the three senior brothers of the East China Sea Sword Sect should have seen that I no longer had the strength to fight anymore, but they did not continue, but simply ended the sword question."
The boy naturally won.
Because he didn't want to lose, so just like the Five Realm Sword Cultivator said, why bother working so hard.
Just by using the realm of walking on a slanted bridge in the snow, I was able to convince three sword cultivators who were not far behind the upper realm of sword cultivators, so I naturally won.
The blood on the face is real, the snow on the sword is real.
The sword that the Sixth Realm sword cultivator took out after being broken was also real.
The young man raised his head and looked at the lingering sword intent on the bank of the stream that was slowly dissipating.
"If everyone works hard, I won't be able to win."
Chen Huaifeng smiled softly and said, "This is no longer important. If you win in the East China Sea today, the world will only know that you won in the East China Sea."
"But now I have trouble eating noodles."
Not only was the boy's mind empty, but his muscles were also sore.
When that sword broke through Yitian's sword intent, it also drained the young man of his strength.
"It will be better tomorrow."
Chen Huaifeng said softly, dug out a stone slab among the stream grass, and wrote something on it with sword intent.
"You can also go to town and buy some cassia tea. Drinking it is very beneficial."
Nan Dao silently looked at what Chen Huaifeng wrote there, and then sighed and said: "I thought senior brother only drank wolfberry tea."
Chen Huaifeng placed the engraved stone slab next to the boy, picked up the wine bottle again, and said calmly: "What time and what you drink are naturally different."
For example, Chen Huaifeng is currently drinking half a bottle of wine worth more than a thousand yuan.
Nan Dao quietly looked at the pot of wine in Chen Huaifeng's hand, then turned back to eat his own noodles.
When a person's mind is empty and his muscles are sore, it is probably best to eat some human food.
This will allow him to regain some strength in a short period of time.
Nan Dao ate two mouthfuls of noodles, then leaned down, scooped up some water from the stream in front of him with his hands, brought it to his mouth and drank it. Only then did the young man's face finally gain some color.
"Senior brother, he should be at Qingtian Road at this time."
You Chunshan has heard some of Chen Huaifeng's story, not to mention the young man who walked through half of Huaian.
Nan Dao continued to eat noodles while looking at Chen Huaifeng beside him.
The latter did not speak, but quietly looked at the high cliff and drank wine.
So Nan Dao didn't say any more.
Instead, he talked about something else.
"I had a fight with Zhang Xiaoyu."
The young man under the umbrella was very calm.
"Senior brother can't beat him."
The young man was also very sincere.
Although Chen Huaifeng didn't say anything, when this disciple of the Human Sword Sect who had gone to Qingtian Dao appeared in Donghai again, there were many things that he didn't need to ask.
Chen Huaifeng still didn't say anything, just drank wine, so the young man saw the long sword behind Chen Huaifeng that was once called the wolfberry sword, but didn't know when it became the senior brother's sword.
After a long time, Chen Huaifeng looked at the young man.
"And you?"
It took Nan Dao a long time to figure out what Chen Huaifeng's two extremely concise words meant.
So the young man inserted his chopsticks into the bowl and stretched out his hands to caress his two swords.
"I'm not good enough yet. I'm nowhere near enough."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the young man quietly.
"He should be your favorite swordsman brother."
Nan Dao said calmly: "If senior brother is a good person, I will not care about that sword."
The word "senior brother" in this sentence is naturally not the Chen Huaifeng in front of him.
Nan Dao's bowl of noodles was almost mushy, so the boy picked up the chopsticks again and ate the noodles quietly.
After finishing the noodles and drinking the soup, he put the bowl aside.
"When I was in Xuanxuyuan, I expressed my feelings to Chen He many times - I didn't know what kind of person I would become in the future."
Nan Dao laughed softly.
"At that time, I thought I would sink, like falling into a dark lake at night, like falling into an abyss with no visible bottom."
"But I didn't. I was taken to the green mountains by a little sword cultivator from Lingnan, and I also met a junior brother who was very troublesome."
"I was fished out."
"I thought the story was starting to pick up."
When the young man said this, he fell silent, and then suppressed his smile. He raised his head and looked quietly at the sun disk that was about to sink as red as blood.
"Someone drowned."
Chen Huaifeng patted the shoulder of the boy next to him.
The two sat there for a long time, saying nothing.
You Chunshan, who was carrying a wooden sword, walked over and took the bowl.
"I went to town to return the bowl to Uncle Master."
Nan Dao nodded, while Chen Huaifeng picked up the slate and handed it to him.
"Help your uncle go to the town to buy some tea and drink it when you come back."
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the name of Chen Huaifeng's Wolfberry Sword.
"good."
The young man carrying the wooden sword ran to Lu Xiaoer again, asked for some money, and then walked towards the town.
Twilight is almost over - this is what Chen Qingshan once lamented.
So Chen Huaifeng, who had passed by Shanyue City when the Shanheguan Taoist was sighing about something, also had the same sigh at this time.
The sword cultivator stood up and said softly: "Actually, I think you should be called Peach Blossom Sword."
Nan Dao looked up at this senior fellow of the Human Sword Sect and said, "Why?"
"It's better to be warm than cold."
The peach blossoms are warm in clusters, and the fine snow is cold and cold.
Nan Dao thought for a moment and said, "What if it's a peach blossom in the snow?"
Chen Huaifeng imagined that kind of scene, stood there in a daze for a long time, and then said with emotion: "That is extremely beautiful."
Therefore, the boy holding the Peach Blossom Sword has the name of Xixue Sword.
Nan Dao also picked up the sword on his knees and stood up, looking at the high cliff ahead.
"Senior brother, do you want to climb a cliff?"
For people like Chen Huaifeng to climb a cliff, it is naturally not a matter of more than a thousand feet.
Maybe the three thousand feet of white hair is what can really trap them. It was left behind by the disciple named Qinglian when he was young.
Chen Huaifeng shook his head.
"Let's talk about it later when we have a chance."
Maybe if I have the chance in the future, I won’t climb the cliff again.
Chen Huaifeng, who came to the East China Sea in the aftermath of some stories, only briefly played the role of a swordsman.
Nan Dao didn't say anything else. It wasn't until the swordsman wearing the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple's robe started to walk across the clear stream that Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and said softly: "Senior brother, my condolences."
This tall disciple of the Sword Sect, who rarely had strong emotions, stood silently in the middle of the stream, then raised his head and drank the wine in the pot, and finally abandoned the pot and carried his sword away.
...
When You Chunshan came back with some things, there was only the young uncle sitting there by the stream adjusting his breath.
"Where is Senior Uncle Chen Huaifeng?"
You Chunshan asked the young boy curiously.
Lu Xiaoer held the sword and said matter-of-factly: "Of course I'm leaving, why don't you stay for tea?"
Although Chen Huaifeng staying to drink tea is more correct than the sun rising from the east.
It's just that Chen Huaifeng, who drinks alcohol, usually doesn't drink tea.
You Chunshan didn't say anything, after all, Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything either.
Lu Xiaoer was not familiar with Chen Huaifeng, and he was certainly not familiar with You Chunshan.
They lit a sword fire next to the wooden house, and based on what Chen Huaifeng wrote on the stone tablet, they cooked a pot of cassia tea for the boy by the stream.
Night has slowly fallen in the town.
Looking up, the high cliff rises into the clouds independently, and the sky is bright with stars.
You Chunshan was not in a hurry to practice. Instead, he went to the stream with Lu Xiaoer and sat down next to the young man under the umbrella.
"Uncle Master is really tall."
This young man in his twenties was carrying the wooden sword and looked at the young man by the stream and said with emotion.
Nan Dao didn't say anything. He just sat by the stream and coughed softly. Then he took the pot of cassia tea from Lu Xiaoshuo and drank it in small sips, imitating Chen Huaifeng's drinking style at the beginning.
No matter what kind of tea, it always has the effect of eliminating fatigue and refreshing.
This is different from wine.
The young man drank tea for a while, but the pain and fatigue all over his body were reduced a lot.
Nan Dao sat by the stream under the starry night, slowly breathing in the hot air. Fortunately, it was still spring. If it were summer, it would be difficult for them to calmly drink some hot tea like Chen Huaifeng did.
You Chunshan waited for a long time but did not see Nan Dao say anything. He held his sword and said, "Why are you ignoring me, uncle?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then turned to look at You Chunshan and said, "Because your praise is so sincere, I don't know what to say."
You Chunshan took off the wooden sword and laid it across his knees. He smiled and said, "Uncle Master should be proud of holding the sword like this. I am naturally taller."
This is probably the best way for a young man to respond to praise.
If he was You Chunshan's age, he would probably need to gradually restrain himself.
As for keeping his sword silent and looking at the sky while drinking tea, it is probably too inconsistent with the appearance of a young man.
Nan Dao didn't say anything else.
You Chunshan was thinking about what happened in the afternoon.
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao and asked in confusion: "What was Uncle Master's last sword of the afternoon?"
The young boy had never seen Nan Dao use that sword.
Lu Xiaoer had seen all the quick swords in the world, the drunken swords, the thin snow swords, and the Dao sword drawn from the sheath behind him, even if they used umbrellas as swords, but not that sword.
Nan Dao lowered his head to drink tea, then raised his head to look quietly at the high cliff that might be very close or very far away.
"That's a sword that my husband taught me in March last year."
"I've never seen my uncle use it before."
"Because the sword power was not enough before, but after climbing the cliff, it was barely enough."
In the process of climbing the cliff, the young man's sword spirit was naturally greatly tempered.
The speed of the realm's improvement was like that of a mighty river, causing the young man's sword-intention realm to remain lower than his cultivation realm for a long time.
This naturally means there is huge room for improvement.
"That sword is very powerful."
Lu Xiaoer said seriously.
Nan Dao withdrew his gaze and looked at the clear stream bathed in starlight in front of him.
"But she's too tall."
The young man under the umbrella said softly.
Naturally, she and it cannot be heard in the words.
"Uncle Master can also be very tall. A sword like this is a very good thing for Uncle Master."
Nan Dao smiled softly and pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword on his knee. The mute sword did not shine brightly on Leng Yue.
"But I don't like being this high."
Lu Xiaoer said with some confusion: "What kind of height does Uncle Master like?"
The two of them were chatting in a somewhat nonsensical manner, but it seemed that everything was extremely harmonious and harmonious.
"It's high on the cliff, but not too high."
Nan Dao thought about a certain junior brother who was sitting in a small building playing the piano and talking about who is the god and I am the god.
"To be tall in the world is to be really tall."
Nan Dao's words probably have some of the feeling of what Le Chaotian and Qingjiao said at the beginning: "Whoever is willing to look down at the world is a saint."
The young man under the umbrella was drinking the cassia seed tea that was gradually becoming more pleasant. He looked at Lu Xiaoer and said softly: "I am Lingnan Sword Cultivator. I am your uncle, right?"
The handsome boy nodded seriously.
The three of them were sitting by the stream, enjoying the spring breeze at night. You Chunshan and Lu Xiaoer probably felt a little chilly, so they also drank tea.
Chen Huaifeng is not a bad person.
So the tea he recommended is naturally not bad either.
You Chunshan drank so much that his whole body felt warm. He felt as if he had taken the elixir and became a god. He sighed comfortably there.
"Master Uncle Chen is indeed very powerful in this aspect. He is worthy of Chen Huaifeng with the Wolfberry Sword."
...
Nan Dao was sitting by the stream, but his thoughts entered the divine sea.
The divine sea and the earth are empty.
Fortunately, the God of Ceres is immortal, and it is endless and infrequently used.
Those isolated islands of vitality hanging high in the sky of the divine sea are slowly rotating, breathing in the vitality of the world.
This made the thousands of streams that had almost dried up after that sword once again have some water at the bottom.
Nan Dao stood at the vitality stream and looked quietly for a while, then looked up at the sky.
Above the sky, the Jianyi Peach Blossom and the Dao Scroll are still hanging there quietly, the three of them are in perfect harmony.
Yet something was missing.
A faint draft of air.
Taohua's figure appeared next to Nan Dao.
Nan Dao didn't know why Tao Hua was proficient in Taoism. It was just that this afternoon's matter was about asking for swordsmanship, so Tao Hua in the Divine Sea quietly became a spectator.
Of course not all of them are just spectators.
For example, when the young man faced the three sword cultivators who were above the fifth realm of the small path, he sent something away.
"Don't worry."
Tao Hua's voice was very calm. Such a voice, just like the white clothes flying under the sky of the divine sea, always made people feel at ease.
"You've got the seed, it will come back to life soon."
What Tao Hua was talking about was naturally the slightest bit of fluid that he sent out.
Just like those things mentioned before on the South Island of Xipan.
A sword like that requires too much energy and sword intent.
Nan Dao told Lu Xiaoer that the Sword Intent realm might be barely enough.
What about the amount of vitality?
Naturally not enough.
Until the arrival of that slight flow.
"Like the vitality of heaven and earth?"
Nan Dao looked at Taohua, who said calmly: "You can understand it as an extremely pure vitality. It flows thousands of times and condenses."
Taohua turned her head and looked at Nandao, the peach blossoms on her face trembling slightly in the wind - this probably meant her expression was solemn.
"We usually call it..."
"Fairy spirit."
Taohua turned her head back and said calmly: "Of course, this is just a name. Maybe there are other names in the world."
"People hide in the mountains and practice meditation, so they are called immortals."
Nan Dao listened quietly, and then said softly: "Does it need to be nourished?"
Taohua said calmly: "Of course I want it, but you are not good enough now."
"Everything is original, the real person is not me." Nan Dao said slowly.
This is what Taohua and Nandao said when they were in the small building in the canyon.
"If you want to become an immortal, you must forget yourself. If my heart is not dead, there is no way." Taohua stood there calmly. "When the real person meets me, I will not be tainted by distracting thoughts. I will see the green mountains as green mountains. It is the people in the mountains. It also means transcending the world."
Nan Dao stood there quietly.
When the word "Xianqi" and the various sayings came out of Taohua's mouth calmly, he felt that he had truly touched the words "twelfth floor" for the first time.
It's not just a mysterious and taboo word that is kept secret.
It's just that the current divine sea is empty again, and everything seems to be like snow on the eaves and morning dew, coming and going without a trace.
It seemed as if he was still just dreaming.
Flowers are not flowers, fog is not mist.
How long has it been like a spring dream?
.......
Going like a cloud in the morning, nowhere to be found.
