Fengqi Ridge under the South Clothes City.

Chen Huaifeng is also a person who listens to the wind in the world.

It's just that this young man, who once had wind in his arms and dreams in his heart, has already become a thirty-two-year-old man.

When the old man had just raised it in the sky at this twilight, he walked up to the head of Nanyi City, carrying the sword of the senior brother who carved the words on the grass for fireflies, and quietly looked at the miasma of smoke and clouds in the south.

Soon after the end of that war, the entire Yunmeng Daze was shrouded in fog again, and there were once junior disciples who went to that Daze, and walked along the old roads among those green mountains for a while, but it was full of ancient poisonous miasma, which was the sword intent body, and forcibly crossing Daze would also cause a lot of damage.

Therefore, after those wandering sword cultivators arrived, they only scolded their mothers happily for a few days in Nanyi City, and then left in a huff.

But Chen Huaifeng stood at the head of the city with his sword in his hand, not to find some more feelings of looking forward to sighing - on the long street of Nanyi City behind him, there was an older man drinking wine and a gentleman with a solemn expression, who were walking here.

"I thought you kid was going to the north of the city."

Qing Xiang took a big sip of wine, walked to Chen Huaifeng's side, and handed him the wine jug.

Chen Huaifeng, who has always liked health, seems to be more and more resistant to drinking, so the prime minister wants to give it, so he continues, taking a sip, the sound of the wine falling into the stomach seems to have a particularly charming sense of swaying.

"It's just listening to the wind, it's the same everywhere." Chen Huaifeng said as he nodded to Mr. Ming beside Qing Xiang, "Mr. Ming." ”

Mr. Ming smiled slightly, but the prime minister on the side glanced at Chen Huaifeng.

Chen Huaifeng smiled and returned the wine jug to Qing Xiang, but he didn't like him.

The prime minister could only say sullenly: "What? Stopped being healthy and started drinking? ”

Chen Huaifeng turned to look at the misty miasma in the distance and said, "It doesn't matter if you take two sips in your spare time. ”

When Qing Xiang heard this, he was not depressed, he leaned against the wall and looked at the sky, and said while drinking wine: "I thought the same way at the beginning, so I took a sip today and a sip tomorrow, and then a pot today and a pot tomorrow." ”

Chen Huaifeng said with a smile: "That's because your years are too long, a thousand years, I feel a long panic when I think about it, I Chen Huaifeng really don't want to live that long." ”

"Don't learn from your master?" Qing Xiang looked at Chen Huaifeng curiously.

This Sword Sect disciple, who was obviously thirty-two years old, but still felt that a thousand years was too long, just laughed softly and said, "Don't learn from him, he is a junior brother, and I am a senior brother." ”

Cong Zhongxiao didn't have many disciples back then, except for those who couldn't be regarded as disciples in the real sense of the word, in the Sword Sect back then, Cong Jian was indeed a junior disciple.

"Senior brother is alive, you have to worry about your junior brother's affairs, it is inevitable that you will be too tired, and it is not good to live too long."

Chen Huaifeng said with a smile and looking at Twilight.

Maybe that's because of that.

The next generation of sect masters of the Human Sword Sect will always be junior disciples.

Cong Zhongxiao was the youngest disciple of Xieqiao back then.

Hu Lu is also Cong Blade's youngest disciple today.

Senior brother is too old, and he is about to die when he is tired, but the junior brother is still young, and it is suitable to carry the banner of the Sword Sect and continue to go far.

"That's a shame." Qing Xiang said with some regret, "Although when your kid was in the courtyard, he said that I would die early if I drank, but I still want to talk to you about drinking for hundreds of years." ”

Chen Huaifeng couldn't help but smile and said, "Maybe there won't be so many taboos after I die, dean, you just bring 10,000 jugs of wine, and I'll drink it for you." ”

"Tsk, that's a waste, who brought so much wine to the grave."

The prime minister said very regretfully.

Listening to the two of them talking here for a long time, even Mr. Ming, who was a little serious on the side, laughed.

So when Mr. Ming laughed, Chen Huaifeng fell silent.

If this is a gathering of three friends, it is obviously extremely embarrassing.

But the three of them are not friends.

A withdrawn person like Mr. Ming probably has no friends, and many of Qingxiang's friends are dead, only Cong Blade.

Chen Huaifeng is a talented junior.

The three of them came to the city to hear the rumors.

Many rumors from the north.

So there is an autumn wind in the world that comes from the north where the leaves are yellow.

"Zhang Xiaoyu lost, Chen Huaifeng, as a senior brother, will you feel guilty." Qing Xiang looked at Chen Huaifeng seriously and asked.

Chen Huaifeng stood quietly in the wind, thought for a long time, and said: "There will be a lot, but I didn't stand so tall at that time, I am just a senior brother of a small Dao realm, I am not only responsible for Senior Brother Zhang, but also responsible for many junior brothers - he touched too many cards, I don't know where that sword will fall when it is fully formed." ”

Chen Huaifeng did not say that even if he did not choose to wait and see from the tomb mountain at that time, he would not be the opponent of Gongzi Wusad.

Unless he uses that sword in advance, it is designed by the Huaidu Tiangong Division, powered by the river water of Nanyi City, and attached to the sword intent of the Kamigawa.

But at that time, Chen Huaifeng would not know what kind of thing it was, let alone leave it in Nanyi City, which was unimaginable.

Is this a sword?

On that day, the entire Nanyi City was like a taut bow and crossbow.

It's an arrow.

It's just that the sword shot at the people of the River Styx, and the arrow shot into Chen Huaifeng's heart.

It reminded him of many of his own misjudgments.

So it became a deep guilt.

Qing Xiang and Mr. Ming could naturally feel Chen Huaifeng's emotions, so they just sighed and didn't say anything.

"Who would have thought that the goal of the junior brother has always been just a view of mountains and rivers."

He didn't say anything.

Chen Huaifeng didn't ask anything carefully.

The three of them stood quietly in the evening breeze at the head of the city, especially Mr. Ming, who was at the head of the city that day, and sighed with great emotion.

"Since Zhang Xiaoyu lost, now is indeed a good time."

Chen Huaifeng glanced at Mr. Ming on the side, but asked, "Senior brother told you a lot of things that day?" ”

Mr. Ming said softly: "Of course not, it's just something, and the onlookers can naturally see it clearly—I have been wondering later if it was because I was in the city at the time that Zhang Xiaoyu's sword would be so decisive." ”

Chen Huaifeng turned around, facing north like Qing Xiang, leaning against the city wall.

"Whether the view of mountains and rivers is right or wrong, we don't know." Chen Huaifeng said softly, and then stretched out his hand to the prime minister on the side shamelessly.

Qing Xiang was speechless for a long time, but still handed over the wine jug, while muttering: "You kid has saved so much money and bought several houses in Nanyi City, remember to buy wine yourself next time." ”

Chen Huaifeng smiled and took a sip of wine, the liquid passed through his throat, and then swayed in his stomach.

It's fascinating!

Chen Huaifeng thought so, returned the wine jug to Qing Xiang, and walked towards the city.

"Since the junior brother has chosen this way, as a senior brother, he naturally has to help a little. It's just that the Sword Sect in the world can only be silent about this kind of thing, so it's troublesome for the dean and Mr. Ming. ”

"I have a house in the east of the city, and there is a lot of money hidden in it, so you can take some of it away."

Chen Huaifeng chuckled and turned his head to look at Qing Xiang.

"It can be used as part of the renovation fund for the second hanging courtyard in Huai'an."

When he said such things, the prime minister felt that he was more charming than everything.

What is the twilight autumn wind, the evening mountain clouds, and the dusk moon, it is not worth mentioning in front of such a generous Chen wolfberry, no, it is Senior Brother Chen.

Even the wine in the pot is the same.

......

"Senior brother, I have good news!"

After going to the Little White Sword Sect and telling Lu Xiaoxiao about the 300,000 Qingjia being beaten to the point of bleeding, Wu Dalong still felt that it was not enjoyable, so he happily ran up to Luofeng Canyon.

Half an hour later, I saw Nan Dao, who was planning to practice more swords in the canyon while the twilight had not yet fallen, and looked at Wu Dalong with a strange expression.

Wu Dalong knew it was bad when he saw this expression.

Haha said: "That, I won't bother, I'll go first." ”

turned around and ran down the mountain road like Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan.

Le Chaotian, who was resting and blowing gourd silk under the maple tree on the side, looked at the back of Wu Dalong leaving, and then looked at Nandao, who was standing in the canyon with a sword and a strange expression, and asked with a curious smile: "Senior brother, what's the matter, do you really know that Beitai?" ”

Nandao stood under the umbrella with his sword in his hand for a while, nodded, and continued to dress the fallen leaves.

"It used to be."

The South Island is very prosaic.

When Le Chaotian heard this, he came to his senses, hung the gourd silk on his waist, and then ran to the vicinity of Nandao with a sword, looking at the young brother who was wearing fallen leaves in the evening breeze with an umbrella, and said with a smile: "Tell me? ”

Nandao turned around suddenly, and stabbed at Le Chaotian with a sword, which suddenly scared Le Chaotian, but fortunately, the sword didn't really fall, it just stopped in front of him, and this young man with an umbrella and a sword just stood in the twilight and watched him quietly.

Le Chaotian thought to himself, is there really a big story, turning his eyes into hatred, and snatching love with a knife?

When Le Chaotian thought like this, Nandao laughed softly, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Are you thinking about what kind of hateful story is behind it that will make friends become once?" ”

“...... Isn't it? ”

Minamijima smiled and withdrew his sword, standing under the umbrella, looking out at the sparse twilight beyond the long canyon.

"Although there can be stories about those bad streets, there is really no such thing." Minamijima smiled while recalling some of the stories of Kasuga, but raised his sword again.

"Tell me about it."

Le Chaotian sat in the chaotic flying red where the evening breeze and the sword wind converged, looking at Nandao expectantly.

Nan Dao looked at the fiery red maple leaves on the sword and said softly, "It's a short and juvenile story. ”

Juvenile can be a noun or an adjective.

The two teenagers met in a rain, then had some lazy socializing, drank a leisurely drink, and then basked in a soft spring afternoon, planning some clumsy stories.

Until the parents of one of the teenagers broke their legs.

Nandao told that story with ease.

Le Chaotian, who was sitting on the side, heard the story of wearing flowers that was seriously planned but hastily interrupted, and couldn't stop laughing while holding the sword in his arms.

"Hahaha, this is too much like two little children discussing to steal the watermelons in the neighbor's field, but before they succeeded, they were dragged back by the family and beaten up, hahahaha, brother, were you so stupid before?"

Nandao didn't care about the words used by Letian, he was really stupid in that story, and he sounded stupid.

"It's just that some things don't go as planned."

The last time Nandao thought about the word unsatisfactory, it was in the snowstorm in Nanyi City.

It was sad and mournful.

It's a lot dull now.

probably also understands some of the inevitability of all things.

"So in the end, Hua Wuxi, did you kill it?" Le Chaotian paid attention to this problem.

The intent on the sword in Nandao's hand suddenly swung, and a sword passed through the canyon and stopped not far away.

The sword is full of falling maples, I don't know how many.

"Killed." Nan Dao looked at the maple leaves on the sword, like many red flowers, the sword used to be full of white flowers, maybe it was stained with blood, Nan Dao said very calmly, "Killed twice, the first time he didn't know what witch magic he used to come back to life, and the second time he shouldn't be able to live." ”

If you can live this, then there is no point in holding this umbrella by yourself.

Le Chaotian also looked at the maple leaves on the sword, and said softly: "Senior brother's sword intent seems to be a lot stronger, and he is still angry?" ”

Nandao pressed his sword against the umbrella bone, sliding from the end to the tip of the sword, and the sound of swords sounded all over the gorge, and many fallen leaves fell on the ground, and they were blown and rolled by the wind and flew out of the canyon.

"It's supposed to be flat, but I think about it sometimes." Nandao raised his hand and sent the peach blossom sword into the sheath with precision, and then stood silent in the canyon.

Le Chaotian waited for a long time, and didn't wait for Nandao's next sentence, so he urged: "What do you want?" ”

Nandao thought about it for a while, and then tilted his head to look at the twilight in confusion.

"If I hadn't fought with him for those things because of some teenager's angry thoughts at the beginning, and scolded him for being a dog, wouldn't there be these unpleasant stories later?"

When Le Chaotian heard this, he laughed and said, "Who knows? ”

Le Chaotian may have thought that Nandao was regretting fighting with others.

But Nandao was just thinking about the story after the umbrella was released that day.

The wind and snow are mighty, and the sword is shining.

A lot of people died.

And not just those who come from sorghum.

In a place like Nanyi City, with a radius of ten miles, it is naturally impossible for there to be no one.

When Nandao thought of this, he didn't think about it anymore.

Holding an umbrella and walking towards the outside of the canyon, until he reached the small building outside the valley, it was a pity that there was still no senior sister who was standing in the maple as Le Chaotian said and waiting for Nandao to come over and watch the twilight together.

Le Chaotian should have forgotten his original idle mouth, blowing gourd silk by himself, and dangling outside the building.

"Is Huaidu really so strong?" Nandao, however, brought up the original story again.

Le Chaotian blew on the side for a while, and said with a smile: "What, worried about your friend who was once a short-lived teenager?" ”

Nandao shook his head and said, "It's just curious." ”

Nandao has never seen the appearance of 300,000 Qingjia, and he doesn't know what kind of origin they are, but it should be very unusual to be able to make many Lingnan Sword Cultivators and people in Nanyi City worry about their betrayal.

Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Although I haven't known much about things over there, there has always been a saying in the world. ”

"What?"

"Huai can suppress half of the cultivation world."

Nandao turned his head to look at Le Chaotian, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't believe it." ”

Le Chaotian tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Then guess why the world has to pay homage to the world before the overhaul fight?" ”

Nandao fell silent.

"Because of Kamigawa?"

Le Chaotian said with a smile: "There are some factors, but there are many others, such as Huaidu Tiangong Division, Heavenly Hell and many other reasons. ”

Heavenly Hell Nandao naturally knew, but based on the performance of Nanyi City's Heavenly Prison, he never thought that this force was strong. It's just that what is Tiangongsi?

Nandao looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "What is the Tiangong Division?" ”

"The prototype of the Tiangong Division, originally formed in the Huai'an Emperor Li Asan period, based on the world's mathematics and miscellaneous, a series of research of the Pavilion, as the name suggests, the Tiangong Division is the meaning of ingenuity." Le Chaotian said in amazement.

"That's the pinnacle of the whole world, the secular world!"

"Is that an exaggeration?" Nandao looked at Le Chaotian suspiciously.

Le Chaotian laughed softly and said: "You must know that 300,000 Qingjia are from Qingtian Dao, Qingtian Dao is in the green mountains near Huaidu, 300,000 Qingjia were beaten to the point of bleeding, they don't even let out a fart, what do you think?" ”

Nandao has never seen the sword after Chen Huaifeng activated the Tonggui Monument with the half-curtain wind and rain of the white wind and rain in the Nanyi City.

With the entire Nanyi City as the crossbow and the momentum of the flowing water as the string, the sword is unstoppable.

It was a thousand years ago, the creation of the Heavenly Engineering Division.

Everything is based on the book left by Li Qianyi.

Nandao looked up to the north, and then whispered, "It seems that the world is much higher than I imagined. ”

"That's nature." Le Chaotian said with a smile and walked towards Xiaolou, maybe he wanted to pull an erhu.

Nan Dao suddenly remembered something, and looked at Le Chaotian's back with some difficulty, until he was about to walk into the small building, Nan Dao squirmed and said, "Can my junior brother write?" ”

“？”

Le Chaotian turned his head blankly, looking at the young man scratching his head under the umbrella in confusion.

"Yes, what are you going to do?"

"I ..... I want to write a letter to my husband, after all, I have been in Lingnan for so many days......"

Le Chaotian looked at Nandao suspiciously for a long time, and then said, "Why didn't Senior Brother write it himself?" Are you illiterate? ”

"Nope!"

Nandao said categorically.

"Absolutely not, junior brother, I'm just writing too ugly, that's all!"

Le Chaotian looked Nandao up and down, and then his eyes fell on the peach blossom sword behind Nandao.

The writing is very sloppy, and I can only barely recognize the word peach blossom.

Le Chaotian looked carefully for a long time this time before finally discovering it.

Is the peach blossom flower word less written?

Le Chaotian probably understood something, and while holding back a smile, he nodded and said, "Okay, I believe it." ”

It's not that I know, but I believe it.

It's meaningful, it's meaningful.

Naturally, the South Island could hear this perfunctory meaning.

But he still pretended not to hear it, and said with a stiff face: "Then please ask my junior brother to help me write it." ”

"Okay, no problem."

Le Chaotian walked upstairs.

There was a lot of wanton laughter in the wind blowing in the canyon.