Although he spoke well at first, when he saw the look on Le Chaotian's face, Lu Xiaosan became discouraged at the last moment and stood there with a gourd on his back, refusing to speak.
Le Chaotian didn't force it, he just held his sword and walked up the mountain path nondescriptly like a scholar with a sword.
Lu Xiaosan originally thought about waiting for his uncle to come back down there?
Just looking at the pine cone, he followed him blankly, and the little boy had to sigh and follow him.
"Are we really here to cause trouble, Uncle Master?"
Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian hesitantly and asked.
Although at the beginning in those cloudy and green mountains, Lu Xiaosan screamed more cheerfully than anyone else.
But now that the time has come, this young boy naturally feels a lot of nervousness.
After all, as a Lingnan sword cultivator, a place like Liuyun Sword Sect is naturally a thunderous existence.
Le Chaotian said softly: "Maybe yes, maybe not."
Lu Xiaoer originally wanted to ask something, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a white-haired swordsman in Liuyun sword robe standing there quietly on the cloudy mountain road ahead, as if waiting for the three of them to walk up. So he silently closed his mouth.
The swordsman who Cheng Lu called Uncle Nangong left the Fuyuntai and stood on the mountain path. He squinted his eyes and looked at the young Taoist who came up from the mountain path for a long time.
They naturally knew that such a Taoist cultivator was in the Liuyun Mountains, but they never thought that he would actually come up the mountain.
It wasn't until the distance between the two was only a few dozen feet that the white-haired swordsman made a salute with his sword.
"Why did the temple master come to Liuyun Sword Sect?"
He did not mention the previous tentative sword lights and the sword that the Taoist sent to Liuyun Sword Sect.
Le Chaotian looked at him quietly for a long time, then turned to look at Lu Xiaosan. After all, this twelve-year-old boy showed some timidity, silently lowering his head and looking at the stone steps under his feet.
Le Chaotian didn't say anything. He turned around again, looked at the sword cultivator seriously for a long time, and then said softly: "In March this year, I had an incompetent apprentice who did some stupid things in the mountains... ..”
The sword cultivator stood there with a softer look on his face. He probably didn't expect that Le Chaotian would be so easy to talk to.
But the young Taoist's next words made the white-haired swordsman directly tighten the sword in his hand.
"Of course, whether he is stupid or not is a matter for the audience. It's just that when he left, he accidentally lost something."
Le Chaotian smiled slightly.
"My disciple's eyesight is not very good, and he is reserved by nature. He has never dared to come back to look for him. As a master, I will inevitably have to go there."
Before he finished speaking, the clouds and mist on the mountain steps began to surge violently. The sword in the hand of the white-haired swordsman had turned into a stream of light, hovering around him, as if he might strike with a sword at any time.
"Don't bully others too much, Li..."
It's a pity that, as Le Chaotian said, as long as your realm is high enough, you will naturally use the sword when you hold it.
The Taoist did not use any Taoist skills, but calmly unsheathed his sword and slashed down the mountain road with one sword. The energy in the sky forced him to come, but the white-haired swordsman was directly slashed away by the sword.
The Taoist who stood on the mountain road and held the sword calmly put the sword in his hand slowly into the sheath. Holding the scabbard and standing in the surging clouds and mist, the Taoist looked like a high-spirited young man.
"What are you?"
The young Taoist, wearing loose robes rolled up in Liuyun, stepped forward and appeared in front of the white-haired sword cultivator.
Probably as Lu Xiaosan said, such Le Chaotian really looks like an arrogant villain.
The expression of the white-haired swordsman from the famous Yunjian Sect suddenly changed, and behind him, there were also many sword lights spurting out.
Le Chaotian just calmly raised his hands in front of him, and the rhyme of the mountains and seas in the sky fell instantly. The sword light from the sword pavilion in the mountain was scattered away just like it was on the distant green mountain before. It fell onto the mountain road.
Lu Xiaosan stood there in a daze.
Of course he knew that his uncle should be very tall.
I just never thought it would be that high.
Weren't you in the East China Sea a sword cultivator who slashed you to the point where you couldn't say anything at all?
Lu Xiaosan suddenly understood what Le Chaotian meant when he said that he could fish but could not dig out bird's nests.
Such a Taoist probably shouldn't dig out bird's nests.
The white-haired sword cultivator also fell silent. After hesitating for a long time, he still put the sword in its sheath.
When Le Chaotian saw this scene, he smiled slightly.
"So, wouldn't it be nice for everyone to talk to each other peacefully?"
Of course, truth comes first and reason comes last.
The white-haired sword cultivator did not speak, but Le Chaotian continued: "Sword cultivators should be the most reasonable. It seems that senior Chen Yunxi has neglected his discipline over the years. What is your name?"
The white-haired swordsman was silent for a while and said, "Nangong Shen."
Le Chaotian smiled softly and said: "The white hair is indeed dark, but the sword is probably very shallow. Also, next time, it won't always be you, you, yours. My name is Le Chaotian, you have to remember it."
Nangong Shen looked past Le Chaotian and looked at the young boy staring blankly at the two mountain paths, maybe he understood something.
Le Chaotian said nothing more, clumsily holding his sword and heading towards the mountain.
"Take care of them for me, if they're missing a hair."
The Taoist stopped on the mountain road and turned back to look at Nangong Shen with a smile.
"Even if Senior Chen Yunxi comes back, we will have no choice but to fight to the death."
Lu Xiaosan stood blankly on the mountain path, looking at Le Chaotian who seemed to have turned into a villain as if his words had come true. He hesitated a little, looked at the Taoist who turned around and walked up, and called out with some worry.
"Uncle Master!"
Le Chaotian looked back at Lu Xiaosan, and then smiled slightly.
"Don't move around here. I'm going to the mountain... to pick two oranges and then come down."
The young man who played the piano, slept and fished all day long in the Lingnan Sword Sect walked into the depths of the flowing clouds with his sword in hand.
Lu Xiaosan silently looked at the sword cultivator who was standing on the mountain path and was beaten to the point of losing his temper by his uncle. Song Guo, who was probably also a little frightened, squeezed tightly together with Lu Xiaosan.
Lu Xiaosan looked at it for a long time, but slowly calmed down.
He took off the gourd behind him and sat on the mountain road, muttering something in his mouth.
Song Guo also squatted down, leaned next to Lu Xiaosan, and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"
Lu Xiaosan glanced at the white-haired sword cultivator on the mountain path, and then said softly: "I'm reviewing the sword names."
Song Guo subconsciously looked up at the sky, but unfortunately no sword light appeared.
On the contrary, the green gourd in Lu Xiaosan's arms seemed to be trembling slightly.
Naturally, the little boy was talking about the swords that were stuffed into the gourd.
Song Guo asked with some anxiety, thinking about the brief but extremely profound and pure energy exchanges on the mountain road.
"Will your sword be of any use?"
Lu Xiaosan was reading while holding the gourd, and replied: "You can't just sit here."
Song Guo thought to herself, what should I do? It seems that I can only sit down.
While Song Guo was thinking about it, the clouds and mists on the high mountains surged up again, and countless sword lights shot into the sky and fell into the clouds and mists again.
The mountain is filled with sword light.
So is that uncle really that powerful?
Pinecone thought thoughtfully.
Nangong Shen stood by the floating cloud platform, silently looking at the two little people squatting in a ball below, and then looked back into the clouds and mist.
...
In the end, Wu Dalong and the others did not choose to continue heading north.
After passing through the belly of the Liuyun Mountains, the group found an uninhabited green hill in the northeast of the Yunwu Mountains, where they simply built some houses and settled down.
In fact, there are naturally not only Wu Dalong and others nearby, but also many young men from the Lingnan Sword Sects in the surrounding mountains.
If it weren't for the many restless things happening in the Liuyun Mountains, such a mountain would probably be the best resting place for the Lingnan Sword Sect.
The surrounding sword sects of the Liuyun Mountains did not have any objections to Lingnan's migration.
Even if the world really wants to bully the young people in the world, they probably won't really do anything outrageous when facing those young people from Lingnan.
Fu Jiangnan was carrying the Bai Yujing on his back and helping Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao build a house. Lu Xiaosi and the others were carrying the wood there.
This is a valley with broken cliffs, surrounded by ancient trees and shrouded in clouds and mist. It is indeed a suitable place for a sword sect to take root.
Fu Jiangnan would sometimes stand on the edge of those cliffs and valleys in trance, silently looking down at the extremely steep and deep valleys below.
When we were in Lingnan, there were probably very few sword sects built in such a place, and in fact there were very few in the Liuyun Mountains.
Those sword sects that came from the retro style of swordsmanship, before they entered the path of swordsmanship, naturally focused on the needs of the world. If they could not cross the green mountains, there was no need to embarrass themselves.
The strange mountains and dangerous peaks are indeed out of the dust.
It’s just that going up and down the mountain is not a convenient thing after all.
Although everyone later became a cultivator of Sword Intent, they probably didn't think about changing anything. After all, isn’t practicing swordsmanship there?
Fu Jiangnan looked at those deep valleys and thought silently that this might not be an opportunity for Lingnan to really start to change.
Everything old was left in the past, and the teenagers began to climb the mountain - just like when they climbed up this cliff valley.
Fu Jiangnan was dazed for a while and heard Lu Xiaoxiao calling him, so he hurried over and used his sword intention to help build the new Tianya Sword Sect.
But at this moment, the young man suddenly raised his head and looked into the clouds.
Not only Fu Jiangnan, but also Lu Xiaoxiao and the others looked into the depths of Liuyun Mountain Range with some surprise.
That was the direction from which the Liuyun Sword Sect was located, and also the direction from which the fluctuations of sword light and sword intent came.
Even young sword cultivators like Fu Jiangnan could detect it, which naturally meant that it was an extremely unusual thing on the sword.
So what happened in Liuyun Sword Sect?
Everyone stopped briefly.
Lu Xiaosi said with some worry: "Master, we just stopped here in the Liuyun Mountain Range, but the Liuyun Sword Sect was also destroyed."
Lu Xiaoxiao knocked his head.
"Don't talk nonsense. Let the people from Liuyun Sword Sect hear it and give you a beating."
Lu Xiaosi silently closed his mouth.
In fact, Lu Xiaoxiao and the others chose to stop in the Liuyun Mountains because this mountain range, located in the central and southern part of Huai'an, rarely encountered any wars.
Nanyi, Lingnan, and Shanyue are three barriers. Even if the first two have been broken, the reason why Shanyue is named Shanyue is naturally because it is located in the two major mountain ranges in the north. This city itself It is an extremely dangerous place with overlapping mountains, and naturally it cannot be crossed so easily.
What's more, Liuyun Sword Sect is not Lingnan Sword Sect.
If those armies really dare to set foot in such a sword sect land and force those true upper realm sword cultivators to take action, there will naturally be no good end.
Although such an ancient sword sect is often ridiculed by the world as the second in a thousand years.
However, the second child naturally has the strength of the second child.
But this only made Lu Xiaoxiao and the others more curious, what happened to Liuyun Sword Sect?
Naturally, this little Lingnan sword cultivator didn't know that someone was using the name of Tianya Sword Sect to destroy Liuyun Sword Sect.
Otherwise, she and Wu Dalong probably wouldn't just watch the show from a distance.
Everyone watched for a long time. Fortunately, Lingnan has not been peaceful in recent years. They have seen Fengxue and the sword light all over the ground. Although the mighty sword intent that stirs up the clouds and mist is amazing, no matter how beautiful the sunset is, it is still in the sky.
How to live on earth without starving or freezing is what the world really needs to consider.
Except for the young men from the Sword Sect who are still looking around from time to time, Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao have already invested in the work of making this place a branch of the Tianya Xiaobai Sword Sect.
Paving roads, repairing sword flats, and building small buildings are naturally very tiring things.
But looking at those young boys made the two Lingnan sword cultivators in their thirties very motivated.
It is simply a bit more energetic than digging graves for Nandao.
Fu Jiangnan was walking with the wooden beam on his shoulders and stopped at the edge of the cliff. He looked up blankly at the sword coming and going through the clouds in the distant mist, and looked uncertainly at where the sword was flicking. Wu Dalong with ink lines.
"Master."
The latter wiped his sweat and raised his head and looked at the boy.
Fu Jiangnan hesitantly raised his hand and pointed to the mountains in the distance, and said softly: "Is that the swordsmanship of the Tianya Sword Sect?"
Tianya Sword Sect is naturally not only capable of summoning swords.
As the inherited sword sect of the ancient Sword in Hand school, it naturally has its own swordsmanship.
Wu Dalong was stunned for a moment, then raised his head. Unfortunately, the sword light came and went very quickly. The leader of the Tianya Sword Sect could only see some sword marks remaining in the clouds and mist.
After watching for a while, Wu Dalong didn't see the reason and looked at Fu Jiangnan with some suspicion.
"You are wrong. How can there be anyone in the Tianya Sword Sect who can make such a move?"
Could it be the old man from nowhere?
That sword cultivator who was sitting at the gate of the lonely Tianya Sword Sect, spreading his hands like a helpless old man, was he actually a hidden master?
Wu Dalong also subconsciously started thinking wildly.
On the other hand, Lu Xiaosi thought for a while and said, "Could it be the Third Senior Brother? Let me tell you, I actually saw the Third Senior Brother riding a gourd and flying past the Tianya Sword Sect very gracefully before."
Lu Xiaoxiao came to Lu Xiaosi for a moment. Although this little sword cultivator did meet Lu Xiaosan, he knew very well in his heart that instead of thinking about Lu Xiaosan becoming a great sword cultivator in the world, it would be better to think about paying Jiangnan to fight against Kamigawa tomorrow. He came here to snatch the throne.
"Stop thinking nonsense and build the shed quickly, otherwise you won't be jumping around in the cold tonight."
Although it is already May, it is naturally still damp and cold at night in such cloudy and misty mountains.
This is also the reason why Lu Xiaoxiao and the others are in such a hurry.
Fu Jiangnan probably felt that he had made a mistake, so he didn't think about those distant sword marks anymore.
But Lu Xiaoxiao himself stopped and stood there looking at the green mountains and clouds for a long time.
Perhaps he was thinking of a certain young man who was tricked by Lu Xiaoer and Nan Daofeng into drinking too much and drunkenly fell from the small building in Lingnan into the snow.
Regarding such a young man, Lu Xiaoxiao and the others rarely go back and think about it deliberately.
Occasionally, I think of those young people who have gone out, and they only think about Nandao, Lu Xiaoer, and Lu Xiaosan.
This is certainly not because Lu Xiaoxiao and the others ignored the existence of such a young man.
But sometimes, they still don't know how they should look at such a young man or young Taoist with a rather mysterious origin.
When Lu Xiaoxiao was thinking this, he seemed to hear Le Chaotian calling his senior sister. When he came back to his senses, he realized that it was just Fu Jiangnan calling Lu Xiaoyi.
The little Lingnan sword cultivator sighed, lowered his head, and stopped thinking about those things.
...
In fact, the swordsmanship of Tianya Sword Sect can be said to be really good.
Le Chaotian stood quietly on the mountain road, watching the butterfly love flower flowing back and forth, the green fire burning slowly on the sword body.
It's just that they lack high-level people who can truly master such sword skills.
On a line of mountain road, there were many sword cultivators from Liuyun Sword Sect sitting there in embarrassment.
Further up, there are some pale-faced white-haired sword cultivators who have lived in the sword pavilion for a long time.
Le Chaotian raised his hand to catch the Butterfly Love Flower, flicked the sword downwards to extinguish the green fire, then put the sword into its sheath, looked at the Liuyun sword cultivators, and said calmly: "Are you still stopping me? "
There was a coughing sound in the clouds at the side, and a nine-fold sword cultivator carrying an empty scabbard came out with a pale expression. He looked at the Taoist from Shanhe Temple and the Taoist's sword that was clearly unfamiliar but no one could stop it.
"What kind of sword is this?"
Le Chaotian looked down at the Die Lianhua in his hand, smiled softly, and held the long sword in front of him.
"Lingnan, Tianya Sword Sect."
A young man who sits cross-legged and practices all day may not really have the heart to practice sword tempering wholeheartedly.
And the Taoist who wraps himself in a quilt and watches the young people in the small building all day long may not have learned the sword.
The so-called sword in the heart is naturally better than being skilled in the hand.
The sword cultivator was silent for a while, and then said softly: "It is indeed a good sword, but I have a question. Why doesn't the temple master use the mountain and river contemplation technique instead of using the sword from Lingnan?"
Le Chaotian said calmly: "Because I'm asking about swords, it's naturally more appropriate to use a sword."
As the Taoist said this, a mountain wind came out of the clouds and mist, causing the Taoist robes to fly. The Taoist charm of mountains and seas descended from the clouds.
The sound of the waves of the Thirteen-fold Dao Sea surged in the clouds and mountains, making the faces of all the sword cultivators look paler.
"It's not impossible to use Taoism."
Le Chaotian looked around quietly at the sword cultivators.
"Where's that Taoist?"
This is probably what he asked.
