Le Chaotian did have insomnia that night.

So he stood on the corridor in the middle of the night and blew the wind.

According to convention, in this kind of plot, a man in black should run out, step on the corner of the small building, and say something like, "What are you waiting for?" Why don't you do it or something.

Yes, but no.

Le Chaotian stood bored in the night wind.

I just didn't know what I remembered, and I suddenly laughed - I really remembered something happy.

So he walked back to the building, took a lot of thread and a small bag and came up, and then picked up the drum, sat in the autumn breeze with his legs crossed, and began to fill the bags with money, each bag was filled with seven points, and then tied the bags with threads, and then hung them under the eaves of the building in strings like zongzi.

After finishing these, Le Chaotian took a few steps back with satisfaction, admiring his masterpiece, the autumn wind was blowing, and the money bag was hanging under the eaves, but it was not loud enough.

Le Chaotian then stepped forward and raised his hand to sweep over.

Bang bang

Wonderful!

Le Chaotian subconsciously touched the gourd silk on his waist, but after thinking about it, the third watch played a tune in the middle of the night, either pretending to be a ghost or wanting to be beaten. So he let go of his hand again, yawned and went back to sleep.

As for the remaining half of the money, I didn't bother to collect it.

After all, it's just a small amount of money, not enough to worry about.

When I got up the next day, it was raining lightly in the mountains. Le Chaotian walked out in a daze, and then saw Nandao standing on the corridor, holding an umbrella and tilting his head, and holding those money bags with his hand.

"Ah, what's that sound?" Le Chaotian walked out knowingly, then stood at the door, smiled slightly and replied to himself, "Oh, it's a happy voice, senior brother." ”

Nandao looked back at Le Chaotian, raised his eyebrows and said, "You got all this last night?" ”

Le Chaotian thought for a while and said, "Maybe it was Lu Xiaoer, maybe it was Lu Xiaosan, or maybe it was their little junior brother Lu Xiaofeng, maybe you yourself sleepwalked last night and ran here to get it." ”

Nandao chuckled softly and said, "I see. ”

Le Chaotian didn't say anything, holding his cheeks and looking at the drum on the side.

Nandao asked curiously, "What are you thinking again?" ”

Le Chaotian thought for a long time and said, "I want them to ring too." ”

"......." Nandao was silent, but he also thought subconsciously.

Thinking about it, I felt that it was wrong, I thought what was this for, Nandao shook his head, and sat down on the corridor.

"It's time to cultivate sword intent, junior brother."

Nandao took off the Peach Blossom Sword and pressed it on his knee.

Le Chaotian watched from the sidelines, but said with a smile: "I won't practice today." ”

Nan Dao turned his head to look at the junior brother who was leaning against the wall and watching the autumn rain in the world, and asked, "Why?" ”

"Such a gentle autumn rain is the most suitable for lazy sleeping."

Le Chaotian said with a smile.

Nandao didn't pay any attention to Le Chaotian anymore and immersed his mind in the sea of gods.

It's just that after a while, he still can't calm down, so he reopened his eyes, but Le Chaotian on the side was busy - busy preparing a comfortable sleeping environment.

A layer of mattresses has been laid on the corridor, and there is a quilt, with butterfly flowers and gourd silk on the side, and a stove that I don't know where he moved from, after all, it is late autumn, and the temperature in the mountains is slowly dropping.

After finishing these, Le Chaotian raised his hand and flicked the money bags under the eaves, listened to the crisp sounds, and then lay down comfortably on the corridor, holding the stove and shrinking into the quilt, and said hello to Nandao with a smile.

"I'll see you in the afternoon, brother."

“......”

......

The mountain rain is hypnotic.

So when the rain stopped, Le Chaotian also woke up.

"It rained three times last night, and it had to be cold for another day. Brother. Le Chaotian climbed out of the quilt, leaned on the railing and looked down, perhaps seeing the green and white cabbage under the canyon.

Nandao opened his eyes helplessly, only to see Le Chaotian standing there rubbing his eyes and stretching his waist.

"I want to eat hot pot, cabbage vermicelli hot pot!"

"Then you are going to talk to Senior Brother Wu and tell me something?"

"Then I must tell my senior brother, after all, you brought our little cabbage freedom."

"Didn't you throw that much money before? They're all busy throwing their swords, so they won't care about you, you just go and pull out a few. ”

When Le Chaotian heard this, he felt that it made sense, so he leaned on the railing and looked down again, looked at the old man for a long time, retracted his head, and said lazily: "Forget it, the water is too cold today, and the hot pot is difficult to cook, so let's eat it next time." ”

“......”

Nandao turned his head and thought to himself, what about that hot pot meal that winter?

Of course, if you can do it, if it's difficult, I think that's ......

Nandao didn't think about it anymore.

It's just that he hasn't entered the cultivation state yet, and Le Chaotian is shouting downstairs again.

"Senior brother, I want to eat fish, let's go fishing!"

Nandao took a deep breath.

Who is the fifteen-year-old?

Le Chaotian shouted downstairs for a while, and then there was no sound, and Nandao saw him walking towards the canyon, thinking that he had gone to practice swords, so he didn't care anymore.

It's just that not long after, I don't know where Le Chaotian cut two bamboo poles and came back, and dragged all the way downstairs.

"Senior Brother......

"Okay."

Nandao didn't wait for Le Chaotian to finish speaking, so he put away his sword, sighed with his umbrella, and walked downstairs.

Le Chaotian simply cut two sections of bamboo, didn't even cut it, just looked at Nandao with a smile.

Nandao sighed, forget it, after all, he is a senior brother.

So he pulled out the peach blossom sword and began to cut the branches on the bamboo pole.

When it was halfway through, Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan also ran up.

"Wuhu ~ Uncle Shi, are you going to go fishing? I want to go too! ”

Lu Xiaosan said excitedly.

“......”

Nandao felt that going to Lingnan was the most wrong decision.

When I was in Nanyi City, I wandered around all day, and there were a bunch of gentlemen and brothers covering me, which was not much more comfortable than now.

Just listening to the senior brother and uncle in his ears, Nandao could only sigh and run to cut bamboo again.

After working for a long time, the four of them finally got things ready.

The fishing line was stolen from Lu Xiaoxiao's sewing box when Lu Xiaoer went back.

The earthworm was picked up by Lu Xiaosan in the vegetable field.

The bamboo poles were cut from the Austronesians.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, it's fun to shout to the sky.

One year, three children, and four teenagers began to walk towards the stream in the mountains—Le Chaotian was also a teenager.

The autumn rain that Le Chaotian called gentle did not stop for long, and when he looked up, he couldn't see the sky, and the mountains were still full of hazy water vapor, and the leaves all over the mountains were dripping with water, maybe it fell on the leaves of the lower layer, maybe it fell on the clothes of Le Chaotian's three people.

Nandao suddenly remembered that he had imagined such a picture when he was very young.

Those imaginary sword cultivators live in such mountains, and after the drizzle, they walk between the green mountains with their swords, not knowing where to go.

But no matter where you go, it shouldn't be like this, and one person carries a fishing rod to fish in the mountain stream.

The four of them walked along the stream upstream of the Little White Waterfall for a long time, and finally found a turning point where the water flow was quite gentle.

If you continue to go forward, you will go up to the high cliff mountain that you will forget when you come back.

Nandao felt that he was going to go fishing on it, and he wondered if they would look at the fish in their hands in a daze when they came back - provided that they could catch it.

But since it's here, there's no need to venture there.

This section of the stream is far away from the high mountain, and naturally it will not be very turbulent, and the waterway is very wide, there are bluestones at the bottom of the stream, and there are also by the stream, so it is very suitable to sit on it. Further down, there is the section of the Little White Sword Sect that is about to turn into the top of the Little White Waterfall.

As soon as Le Chaotian saw this section, he felt that this place was the most suitable, Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan originally wanted to go deeper into the mountains to see if there was a better place, but when they saw that the two uncles had stopped, they didn't go again, and they looked around the stream with a fishing rod looking for fish.

In the mountain stream, there are naturally not too many fish, especially this kind of top-down, but there are always some swimming in the water, and when you stand on the edge of the stream and look inside, it is like a black shuttle floating over.

The few of them quickly chose what they thought was the most ideal place, while Nandao casually found a place downstream, put bamboo poles on stones, and left them alone.

After a brief period of commotion, the mountain fell silent.

Nandao looked upstream, Lu Xiaoer walked over ten meters above Nandao, and was sitting there upright, with a sword on his back and not squinting - did he know that he was good-looking?

Lu Xiaosan was lying on the stone, rubbing his hands excitedly, staring at the movement in the water.

Le Chaotian was alone on the other side of the stream, sitting very lazily, probably wanting to eat fish, and pinned his hopes on the three of Nandao.

Nan Dao was still watching, and he found that the fishing rod he threw had moved, and his face was a little surprised, but he was about to bring it up, and he remembered Le Chaotian's senior brother.

So he didn't bother at all, and let the fish break free from the hook and take the bait away.

Nandao felt that if he really caught this fish, it was estimated that such a picture might appear in the future.

Le Chaotian stood in the canyon, with his back to the deep twilight, and raised his hand to call Lu Xiaosan.

"Tell Lao Nan that I want to eat fish."

Then he was forced to run to fish for him with a fishing rod on his shoulder.

Cruel, too cruel.

The South Island didn't care anymore, and there was nothing on the hook.

Just sitting there, pretending to be fishing, but in fact he was cultivating a fish of sword intent.

It's all fish anyway.

In this autumn mountain fishing, the South Island began to fish.

Lu Xiaoer peeked at Nandao who was sitting upright, his heart was worthy of the hope of Lingnan, it seemed that his kung fu to cultivate his qi still needed to be practiced again, from today on, he would sit under the small white waterfall for an extra hour every day.

Speaking of which, sitting under the small white waterfall and washing the sword is a method that Lu Xiaoer is proud of in practicing swords.

After returning from Luofeng Canyon every day, Lu Xiaoer would sit at the bottom of the waterfall, holding a sword in one hand, and hold it horizontally in the waterfall in front of him.

This is to exercise one's ability to hold a sword.

Until it was washed by the flowing water, the sword in his hand still did not move.

But in fact, this method was a sword practice method used by the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect more than two thousand years ago.

The Liuyun Sword Sect is a murderous sword, so naturally if you want to ensure that the sword is in your hand, you have a way to wash it by flowing water.

It's just that after the Great Dao appeared, it was gradually abandoned.

Lu Xiaoer naturally didn't know this, but just withdrew his gaze and quietly stared at the fishing rod in his hand, just like a swordsman must look at his sword before he goes out to see someone.

Lu Xiaosan was probably a little bored in the long wait, and he Le Chaotian was there pulling his face and pretending to be a ghost.

It wasn't until the end of the day that the four of them were ready to go back.

"Senior brother, have you caught a fish?" Le Chaotian looked at Nandao and asked expectantly.

Nan Dao said very sincerely: "No, what about you, junior brother?" ”

"Not either."

The two looked at the two young men.

Lu Xiaoer caught one, and Lu Xiaosan caught four.

Le Chaotian and Nandao both looked at Lu Xiaosan in shock.

Is he really a genius?

However, Lu Xiaosan, who was holding the fish and raising his eyebrows, probably didn't know that he had been targeted by Le Chaotian.

- Tell the third child that I want to eat fish.

Nan Dao watched Le Chaotian from the sidelines and couldn't stop laughing.

Le Chaotian asked strangely, "Senior brother, what are you laughing at?" ”

"Nothing, I think of something to be happy about."

“......”

The four of them packed their things and were about to go back.

Lu Xiaoer saw something strange, pulled Nandao and said, "Uncle Shi, what's on your fish hook?" ”

Everyone looked at the hook in the South Island.

There are certainly no fish on it.

But there is a peach blossom.

Peach blossom?

The four of them stared at each other in a daze.

......

The four of them studied for a long time, and they didn't know where the peach blossoms came from, only Nandao, and vaguely associated a lot of things.

But it was getting late, and the four of them decided to go back first, and wait for tomorrow to ask Lu Xiaoxiao and them before making a decision.

So the four of them picked up five fish and headed in the direction of Luofeng Canyon.

"Senior brother, you won't mess with anything unclean, right?" Le Chaotian said while carrying two fish, while carrying a fishing rod and looking at Nandao.

Nandao frowned and said, "What is not clean?" ”

Le Chaotian tilted his head and thought for a while, and said: "The old people in their world like to scare children the most, for example, first a peach blossom hung on your fishing rod, and everyone didn't take it seriously at first, until ......"

Le Chaotian's voice gradually lowered, and his expression became weird.

"Suddenly, one day, a female ghost in red appeared behind you."

Nandao is okay, after all, he has really seen ghosts - Hua Wuxi.

Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan originally heard that Le Chaotian's voice was lowered, so they subconsciously leaned over. Who knew that this old boy suddenly popped up such a sentence for you, which directly made the two of them bad.

Lu Xiaosan stepped on Le Chaotian, and then ran into the canyon with the fish.

Le Chaotian stood behind and watched the two run in with a smile, just laughing.

"Senior brother, what are you scaring them for?"

Nandao said helplessly.

Le Chaotian is just about to say that they can practice their courage.

I saw Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan running back with the fish, their little faces pale, as if they really saw something bad.

Le Chaotian just sneered and said, "You still want to scare me? ”

Then he lifted his legs and walked into the canyon.

Nandao was about to ask the two little boys what they saw, but saw Le Chaotian also hurriedly walked back, and grabbed Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan's hands.

"Senior nephew, let's go back to the Sword Sect from the path."

"Good!"

Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan followed Le Chaotian without looking back.

Nandao held an umbrella and looked back at the figures of the three of them walking down the path, and thought with a strange expression, are you really addicted to playing?

Naturally, the South Island doesn't believe in anything strange.

So he held an umbrella and walked straight into the canyon.

Then as soon as he entered the canyon, Nandao let go of the fishing rod in his hand and grasped the peach blossom sword behind him.

Countless maple leaves are flying.

A woman in red with a sword on her back and her hair tied up, with her back to Nandao, calmly stood in the light of the sky in the canyon.

Nandao finally knew why Lu Xiaoer and the three of them didn't turn their heads back.

"My name is Green Pepper."

When Nandao held the peach blossom sword and stood at the mouth of the canyon, the woman in red said such a sentence slowly, and then turned around and looked at Nandao quietly.

"From the East China Sea."

Nandao pulled out the peach blossom sword, stood under the umbrella and frowned at the woman in red named Qingjiao - she was not very old, and her realm was unknown, but her sword intent was very strong, and she might indeed come from the East China Sea.

"What are you going to do?" Nandao held the Peach Blossom Sword and looked at her warily.

The woman in red didn't speak, just looked down at the sword marks under her feet, and then said slowly: "Listen to the wind and ask me to protect you, but before that, ......"

The long sword behind the woman in red suddenly came out of its sheath, hovering around her body with a cold sword light under the moonlight, like a red dress standing in the deep sea, and a silverfish swimming around her body.

"I want to see your sword."

Nandao was silent for a while, and then said, "Okay." ”

Obviously, it can't be said that it is good, and when the sword was unsheathed, the woman in red named Qingjiao had already stepped on the fallen leaves and came towards the South Island.

Nandao also held an umbrella and held a peach blossom sword, heading towards the woman.

The two of them walked opposite each other along the canyon in the cold moonlight.

Until the distance between the two was less than ten zhang, the sword wind in the gorge blew, Nandao suddenly accelerated, and a sword stabbed forward.

It's just a blink of an eye.

And Qing Jiao also raised his hand to hold the long sword that happened to spin in front of him.

However, instead of stabbing, he held the sword with both hands, his body sank slightly, and a sword slashed in front of him.

A cold glow in the moonlight.

The canyon was filled with the sound of swords.

Countless fallen leaves are gradually falling.

Nandao stood there with his sword in hand, and although the sword in his hand was still there, it was cut open and hung diagonally to the ground.

Green Pepper glanced at Nandao, and then calmly put his sword into the sheath.

"Your realm is okay, but your sword intent is too weak, so you don't even have white clothes."

This sentence is very prosaic, as if it were just an objective evaluation.

But there's an irony in it no matter how you listen to it.

"If this is the so-called hope of Lingnan." Green Pepper turned in the moonlit canyon and walked in the direction he had come.

"Then there is really no hope for Lingnan."

Nandao stood there silently and put away the Peach Blossom Sword.

His sword intent is indeed not strong, especially compared to his own cultivation realm, so he can only bully and bully Le Chaotian and a few of them.

But the sword intent is different from the monastic path.

This is not something that can be done overnight.

So the South Island didn't justify anything.

Qingjiao walked all the way to the outside of the canyon until he stopped at the mouth of the canyon by the small building.

Nandao thought that she would leave here, but she didn't expect that she just watched quietly for a long time, and then said slowly:

"Where do I live?"