Lingnan, Tingfeng Creek.
"I have thought about it before, what if all the people in Lingnan died?"
Listening to Feng Yin, she sat on the familiar bridge over Hengxi River with great emotion. The stream looked like flying flowers and fallen leaves, full of red and green.
It's just that there is a small brass-colored pot in front of this white-haired swordsman. The water in the pot is boiling. The center of the pot is empty and can be filled with a small iron pot, which may contain some wine.
Wine naturally does not boil.
The wine is warm.
Ting Fengyin sighed as he picked up a plate of meat rolls from the stream, poured it into the pot, took out the iron pot from the pot, poured himself a glass of wine, and put the iron pot aside.
The sword cultivator, whose white hair on the temples had spread all over his head at some point, sat there and looked towards the stream.
Countless sword cultivators were sitting on the bank of the stream.
There were more or less injuries on his body.
Ting Fengyin sat there and looked at everyone silently for a long time, then took a sip of wine and swallowed his saliva while looking at the gradually whitening meat rolls in the pot.
It's a pity that this is pork, and pork must be cooked before it can be eaten.
So Tingfeng Yin took the chopsticks and dipped them into the saucer that had been mixed with the seasoning. He still didn't pick it up with the chopsticks, and just spoke softly.
"So when Lingnan was outside Nanyi City last time and people kept dying, I did feel that maybe the Lingnan sword cultivator was almost dead right there."
Ting Fengyin said and laughed.
"Of course, not really. In March and April last year, 70,000 people died in Lingnan. But there are still 10,000 people left in Lingnan."
Gu Shanhong was sitting by the bridge. He also put some green vegetables into his small hot pot and boiled them in it. He said slowly: "Why would senior brother think of such things?"
Tingfeng Yin thought for a while and said, "Because sometimes people always have random thoughts, and they don't think about the good, but only the bad."
Gu Shanhong just smiled softly.
Ting Fengyin seemed to have forgotten what he was talking about just now, and began to focus on the meat slices in the pot.
The meat turned white and began to gain thickness, so it sank.
It sank to the bottom of the pot like faded leaves.
Naturally, Gu Shanhong is not just listening to the wind singing by the stream.
The members of the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect and many Lingnan Sword Sects are here.
Ting Feng Yin didn’t say anything about what happened after Ten Thousand Swords.
But probably such a gurgling stream surrounded by the mountainside, no matter how wide and long it is, cannot carry a hot pot feast of ten thousand people.
The morning stream is rippling and the morning fog is breaking through.
So there really were some flying flowers and fallen leaves falling into the stream.
The sword cultivators and demon cultivators up and down Tingfeng River were all quietly eating hot pot with their heads down.
Lu Xiaoxiao sat at the very end of the stream, next to Wu Dalong and Chu Yao.
The front that was originally south of Lingnan has been moving towards the hinterland of Jianzong.
The combat effectiveness of the Huangliang armor soldiers who came bathed in the divine light was far beyond their imagination.
When sword cultivators face those endless seas of people and their energy is exhausted, they can only wear armor and go into battle to fight.
In fact, there are very few sword cultivators who have attained enlightenment and can survive to this day.
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know whether he was lucky enough or had many deliberate blessings to survive the waves of people coming from Nanyi City again and again, and he has survived until now.
The little Lingnan swordsman silently looked at the meatballs turning in the pot, then looked at Chu Yao aside, and said softly: "How about you go ahead?"
Chu Yao just glanced at Lu Xiaoxiao calmly and said, "Uncle, I am from Lingnan, so am I, Chu Yao, not the same?"
Tianqian Town is located under the east mountain pass in the south of Lingnan.
Naturally, he is also from Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoxiao said slowly: "Lingnan can't be defended anymore. If we don't leave, it's just a word of death."
Everyone on the side was silent.
The demon tribe's affairs have consumed too much of the fighting power of this southern land.
Although the Huangliang front is long, it is no longer isolated from the mainland and is naturally enough to support a long-term offensive.
If it weren't for insufficient settings and insufficient characters, Chen He probably wanted to write these stories.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at this disciple who had just gone up the mountain.
"Lu Xiaoyi and the others need someone to take them away."
This is probably the most important thing.
Those young people from Lingnan never appeared on the battlefield or by this stream.
Chu Yao didn't speak, just sat there quietly, as if he ignored Lu Xiaoxiao's advice.
This little Lingnan sword cultivator was naturally helpless, so he looked at Wu Dalong standing aside.
Although the latter is in the realm of enlightenment, there is nothing he can do against this disciple.
This is probably the last hotpot event in Lingnan.
The story of the winding water pot should probably end slowly in this cozy mountain.
So in fact, Lingnan can go far forward without being obscene.
The story of old Lingnan does not need some next generation of mountain rangers to tell it.
Tingfeng Yin sat there quietly, eating hot pot quietly.
The bloody wind blowing from the south was slowly drifting by the stream.
After eating for a long time, some young people came down from the mountain.
They were young sword cultivators from the Tingfeng Sword Sect. Some of them came up the mountain last year, and some came up the mountain the year before that.
The number was not very large, only a few dozen people.
The oldest disciple at the moment, only about fifteen years old, stopped by the stream with a sad expression on his back, carrying a sword.
Ting Fengyin looked at him with a smile.
"If you're hungry, just take a bite and head north."
The young swordsman didn't say anything, just shook his head.
Gu Shanhong, who was sitting by the bridge, waved and called the young man over, then took the pot of wine from his pot and put it into his hand.
This sword cultivator who was once very ashamed of having killed a man from Heavenly Prison for his own selfish desires in Lingnan, said that he was disgusting with me, senior brother. He said calmly: "From now on, you can call me Gu Tingfeng."
Of course the boy's name was not Gu Tingfeng.
He was brought up the mountain by Gu Shanhong, but he ended up joining the Tingfeng Sword Sect.
So the meaning of such a name is naturally very simple and clear.
The young man lowered his head and looked at the wine pot that was being heated in the hot pot in his arms for a long time. He was silent for a long time, and then bowed to the swordsmen.
The boy turned around and headed north with the boys behind him.
Along the way, more Lingnan teenagers will join.
Lingnan is a sword cultivation place that is very close to the human world.
Therefore, human stories cannot avoid such a sword sect.
As the teenagers left.
By the side of the clear stream that meanders through the water pot, sword cultivators who have had enough are gradually leaving with their swords.
But contrary to the boys who were heading north, they were heading south.
That was the direction of Wu Jia and the Nanyi City rebels.
Tingfeng Yin finished the hot meat slices in the pot, drank all the wine in the pot, looked at Gu Shanhong and the others, and smiled softly: "There is no need to be obscene in Lingnan."
Lingnan comes back again.
Just like it was thousands of years ago.
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong, who were sitting far away at the end after eating and drinking, were about to get up and leave.
And Chu Yao sat there quietly, as if he really decided to stay.
Only when Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong took two steps with their swords on their backs did they hear a very clear sword cry.
The two turned around in surprise, only to see Chu Yao sitting there quietly, holding the Liangxianghuan in his hand. The sword intention was flowing on the sword, as if it might break through the wind at any time, and he held a pot in the other hand. liquor.
"If you leave, I will kill Lu Xiaoyi and the others."
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Chu Yao blankly, wondering why Chu Yao suddenly said such a sentence.
"This is Senior Ting Feng Yin's request."
Chu Yao added lightly.
"Everyone in Lingnan can die, but you can't."
Chu Yao stood up and turned to look at Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong.
The two of them looked at a sword cultivator with white hair on the sideburns who was walking slowly behind the woman.
Ting Fengyin came with a sword in hand, but stopped beside Chu Yao, and saluted the two of them with swords in hand.
"The hope of Lingnan lies with you two."
Lu Xiaoxiao suddenly understood.
This little sword cultivator who even withered the white flowers in the divine sea suddenly understood the reason why he was able to survive several tragic battles.
If Lingnan is an old sword sect that should be burned to the ground.
Then Tianya Sword Sect and Xiaobai Sword Sect are the existences that hold Lingnan's hope for a new beginning.
They are the people closest to the boy under the umbrella.
The little sword cultivator stood there silently.
"Donghai wants to support that boy as the new Three Swordsmen."
Ting Fengyin stood up straight and looked at Lu Xiaoxiao seriously.
"I hope you can make him remember that he owes Lingnan a lot."
The young man may not forget.
It’s just that Lingnan is panicked.
The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected, and the thoughts are difficult to fathom.
Lingnan must leave Lu Xiaoxiao's thread to ensure that the young man will not fly away in the wind.
The spring breeze blows and grows again, but what grows are just weeds after all.
If Lingnan wants towering trees, someone must be able to bring new seeds.
One person paying for Jiangnan is naturally not enough.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the sword cultivator in front of him for a long time, then turned to look south of Lingnan.
"good."
.....
Fu Jiangnan was leading Lu Xiaosan and the others to carry stones in the Sword Sect.
The news that Lingnan was about to be lost had naturally spread to these two sword sects.
Everyone knew that such a sword throwing pond was of great importance, so after receiving the joint notification from Tingfeng Jinghong and Xiao Jiufeng, Fu Jiangnan immediately led his brothers and started chiseling stones in the mountain. , and then moved little by little outside the Tianya Sword Sect's sword throwing pond, planning to fill it in first.
It's just that after throwing stones for a long time, such a small pond still has no tendency to bottom out.
This made the young boys become anxious.
So I simply started to dismantle everything in Jianzong, prying out the stones in the courtyard, prying out the stone steps on the mountain path, and throwing in all the large stones that could be pried out.
Such a thing, even if Fu Jiangnan has come to the point, still makes him exhausted.
Just carrying rocks in the Sword Sect is much easier than on the battlefield.
Lu Xiaoyi is packing his luggage.
Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaowu, who had once said that they wanted to kill monsters, were panting and resting by the sword throwing pool.
Although these two people are senior brothers, after all, their eleven-year-old physiques cannot keep up with those of their junior brothers.
The two of them looked at the surroundings of such a sword sect for a long time.
After all, after staying here for so long, and suddenly saying that he is leaving, even a young boy will have a feeling of reluctance in his heart.
"Master, are they unable to come back?"
Lu Xiaowu looked at Lu Xiaosi and asked softly.
Lu Xiaosi, who was also just a young boy, touched Lu Xiaowu's hand that was injured by a stone and said, "They will definitely come back."
While the two were talking, they both fell silent.
When Lu Xiaoxiao and the others left, Lu Xiaowu and the others didn't have many ideas.
After all, the incident in Nanyi City caused such a big fuss, and Master and the others finally came back.
It's just that there were 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan back then.
What's more, this time they have to face not only Huangliang's Wujia, but also the rebels from the south and the people from Xuansheyuan.
Perhaps no one thought that these three would eventually come together.
The two rested for a while and said nothing more, but they stood up again and went to pry rocks on the mountain road.
Those mountain roads of Jianzong were repaired bit by bit by Wu Dalong in the beginning of spring.
The sword cultivator was full of hope at that time, thinking that the sword sect would gradually grow stronger in the future.
It's just that at this time, the mountain roads have been pried into a mess.
It's like if the Jian Zong hid some treasure and someone came up the mountain, everyone in heaven and earth would have to find it.
There are indeed some treasures hidden in the Sword Sect.
It's those teenagers.
In the world, nothing is more precious than young people.
That represents all possible hope.
They may be doing nothing.
Maybe it's radiant.
So when Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao stood on the mountain path and looked at the pried open mountain paths, they didn't feel regretful.
They already got part of what they wanted.
The next step is to strive for as many things as possible.
When the young boys looked at the two returning teachers, they all rushed towards them crying and laughing.
Wu Dalong touched Lu Xiaowu's head and asked, "Where are your junior brothers and the others?"
The junior brothers are naturally Lu Xiaoliu and Fu Jiangnan.
"They are on the mountain, burying the pond."
Wu Dalong had already guessed this, and he and Lu Xiaoxiao walked up the mountain with the two young boys.
The young sword cultivators were all in the courtyard, carrying some stones towards the small pool behind the Sword Sect.
The sword cultivator, who spent his whole life forging iron and throwing swords, stopped them.
"Stop throwing stones into it. If it's not full, where's Jiangnan?"
Behind that is Tianya Town and Sword Lake.
It’s just that the teenagers don’t know.
They only knew that it was the foundation of the entire Tianya Sword Sect.
"I'm here, Master."
Fu Jiangnan ran over with a dusty face. Fortunately, their swords were very good. Even if they were used to pry rocks, they still looked as cold as new. It only made the young men look gray and gray, like dogs rolling in the mud. .
"You come with me."
Wu Dalong took Fu Jiangnan towards the sword throwing pool.
Lu Xiaoxiao ordered everyone to clean up and see if there was anything to bring.
Fu Jiangnan followed Wu Dalong to the sword throwing pond with some confusion.
Wu Dalong looked at the pool quietly, perhaps thinking of the old man who had been guarding here for most of his life, so he was in a daze for a while. It was not until Fu Jiangnan called him that the thirty-six-year-old swordsman returned. After coming to his senses, he pushed the stones away from the pool, and then looked at Fu Jiangnan.
"Do you know what's under the sword throwing pool?"
Fu Jiangnan relied on the vague stories he heard in the Sword Sect, thought about it, and said, "It's a sword lake that hides the swords of the Tianya Sword Sect."
Wu Dalong said softly: "It's more than that."
The swordsman who worked all day long said and looked at the pool.
"Below is another human world. There is a very tall senior in the human world."
Fu Jiangnan stood there in a daze.
"The sword behind you and the name on the sword were engraved by that senior."
The young man from Xuanxuyuan suddenly realized something and said in fear: "Then did we hit that senior?"
Wu Dalong thought for a while and said: "I don't know, I haven't seen him either. Those who have seen the seniors are not in the Sword Sect."
Fu Jiangnan thought of the young master uncle under the umbrella.
Although I have never seen it, I have heard it.
That is regarded as the real hope of Lingnan.
The young man then stood respectfully by the pool.
"What does Master want to tell me?"
Wu Dalong turned his head and looked at the young man for a long time.
The young man's talent is the best in the history of Tianya Sword Sect.
Nan Dao and Le Chaotian obviously cannot be included here.
As for Lu Xiaoer, after all, he is a disciple of the Xiaobai Sword Sect.
“After leaving Lingnan this time, we don’t know when we will be able to come back.”
Wu Dalong said softly.
Fu Jiangnan may have understood something.
From front to back, everything is uncertain.
Wu Dalong may be able to come back, maybe not.
But the hope of Fu Jiangnan's return is always higher.
The boy's story in the human world is still very long.
Just as the young man thought, the swordsman who had been practicing for more than ten years stood quietly by the pool and said softly: "So you need to know more things so that you can continue the story of the Tianya Sword Sect in the future. "
Fu Jiangnan bowed respectfully.
"I will, Master."
Wu Dalong nodded, then looked at the sword throwing pool, and said respectfully: "Senior, please seal the pool."
Fu Jiangnan turned around and looked there, but there was still no movement.
But the next moment, there was suddenly a lot of sword intent surging in the pool.
A sword came through the water and hung in front of the two of them.
At the same time, the sword pond, which had not changed for thousands of years, was slowly closing and arching upward, like a natural mountain stone with holes in it.
Fu Jiangnan stared at the sword blankly.
Of course, the swords are still the same swords that Tianya Sword Sect has invested in over the years, which can be seen from the style of the swords.
It's just that the sword intent on such a sword is particularly sharp, far more powerful than ordinary swords.
And above the sword, there are three characters scrawled in an extremely free and easy way.
Bai Yujing.
The young man Fu Jiangnan stood there in a daze.
No matter how much Wu Dalong said, nothing could make the young man truly believe in many things like a sword like that shot out of a sword pool.
The sword hovered in front of the young man.
Fu Jiangnan looked at the sword cultivator beside him, who calmly motioned for him to take the sword.
The young man raised his hand and grasped the sword.
In an instant, the sword light was brilliant, and the awe-inspiring sword intention reached straight into the sky.
The young man lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand for a long time.
So this is the sword.
Or a key?
...
Cao Weiying sat by the lake, holding her chin and drinking, listening to the sound of falling stones, probably feeling helpless.
Forget it if you like throwing swords.
What's the fuss about throwing stones?
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