For something like this, naturally not only did it take Lu Xiaoxiao to come over, but Parrot Continent naturally also went to the Tianya Sword Sect.

So not long after, Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong came towards the canyon together.

But these two are not enough.

Nan Dao hurriedly told the story, and then asked Wu Dalong to find the old man of the Tianya Sword Sect, after all, this old man who didn't do anything all day long was the sect master of the Tianya Sword Sect.

Naturally, the old man would not go down the mountain to see the girl.

Instead, he sat alone on the steps of the mountain gate, maybe thinking about the story of his youth, maybe thinking about the story of middle age, or maybe a little more lonely, thinking about the story of old age.

The story of the Tianya Sword Sect for thousands of years can actually be read simply in the old man's life.

When Wu Dalong found the mountain gate, the old man sat in the fallen leaves and dead moss, tilting his head and looking at the green mountains in the distance.

Beyond the green mountains are still green mountains, which are endless mountains.

He couldn't remember the last time he left Aoyama.

It was probably a long time ago.

Of course, Lingnan didn't really mock the Tianya Sword Sect, a place where everyone was dreaming, no one would mock anyone.

But the old man himself didn't want to go out.

The people of the Tianya Sword Sect, the older they live, the more ashamed they will feel.

Maybe the hope is too heavy, or maybe the hope is too far away.

When you go out and look at the green mountains, you will feel that the years are empty and tired.

So the farthest place, it's just at the mountain gate, sitting here and thinking about what kind of little boy walked in with a vision of everything.

And then trapped here for the rest of his life - the story of the Lingnan Sword Sect for thousands of years, in fact, it can also be simply read in the Tianya Sword Sect.

So he grew old and died.

"So he grew old, and then died." The old man thought so abruptly, and said it to himself.

The old man sat on the stone steps, his legs crossed, his hands clenched passionately at first, and then when he said that he was dead, he spread his fingers again, and unfortunately fell to his knees, perhaps with the feeling of falling—as if he had tried to grasp something, but his hands were empty-handed towards the sky.

It's like an old man is telling his story with a non-existent teenager while expressing his regrets with his body.

"That's it."

The old man said to himself.

So at this time, Wu Dalong came over, and this thirty-five-year-old man who was busy all day long was like a child, and he called his master very happily.

"Master, Master, why are you here, I've been looking for you for a long time!"

The old man glanced back at Wu Dalong, and he didn't understand where the joy on Wu Dalong's face came from.

"What's wrong? Chaotianer threw money again? ”

Wu Dalong smiled and said, "No, it's a better thing than throwing money." ”

The old man was stunned, stood up on his knees, and looked at Wu Dalong in surprise.

"Senior brother has entered the avenue?"

Wu Dalong was silent for a while, and looked at his master with a complicated expression.

"Why can't you guess something better?"

After the old man sat alone at the mountain gate for a long time, he also looked away at this time, turned to look at the green mountain, his eyes were already cloudy, and the fires that had burned had been extinguished, perhaps extinguished a long time ago, just a shell, following the inertia of his life, and continued to move forward.

"Could it be that the sword of the Tianya Sword Sect has been found?" The old man said self-deprecatingly, "How dare I think of such a thing? ”

Wu Dalong looked at the old man in front of him who had been called an old man and an old madman for many years, and then raised his hand to wipe his eyes and said:

"Why can't it be?"

The old man turned his head suddenly.

There seems to be a sword wind rising in the green mountains.

......

Whether it's Nandao or Lu Xiaoer, they can't really appreciate the affection of some stories after all.

So when they saw Wu Dalong, who seemed to be crying, walking up to the canyon with the old man, they all felt a little different.

I just found some swords!

Lu Xiaosan looked at the two people who walked into the canyon in a daze, thinking like this.

The crowd was in the canyon, quietly watching the five swords.

Finally, it was the old man who spoke first.

He looked at Nandao and said with a complicated expression, "How did Senior Brother find these swords?" ”

Nandao was silent for a moment, and said softly, "Maybe it's because I have one of the swords." ”

The old man's gaze fell behind Nandao, and the parrot island was still wrapped in a wine flag.

It turned out that it was familiar at that time, and it was really more than familiar.

"Where are they?"

"The end of the world." Nan Dao said softly: "They are at the end of the world, and the ancestors of the Tianya Sword Sect are right, but they are also wrong. ”

"What's that?"

"When these swords were sent to the end of the earth, they had no names." Nandao looked up at the old man and said slowly, "So they can't find their way back." ”

When the old man heard this, he was silent for a long time, and countless emotions flashed on his face, but in the end he only turned into a sigh.

"I see."

Turns out it's fucking just that.

The more the old man thought about it, the more angry he became, squatting in front of those swords and scolding his mother happily.

"Fuck you, why are you so stupid!"

Le Chaotian patted the old man's back very kindly.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, didn't you find it?"

Then he was pulled by Lu Xiaoxiao's ears and lifted to the side.

The old man scolded for a long time before he pulled out one of the swords, looked at the word 'Youyue' on it, looked at Nandao again, and said, "Just call it by name?" ”

Nandao nodded.

The old man calmed down and looked at the sword in front of him quietly, and then said softly, "Youyue." ”

I don't know what year it was, which ancestor threw the sword into the pool, and the sword roared in an instant, and it was gone, dragging the cold light through the fallen leaves of the canyon, and then quietly returned to the old man's hand.

"Okay."

The old man said very gently.

"Okay."

The old man said several good words in succession, and then broke the connection with the sword, and let it go back to the middle of the sword. Then he looked at Lu Xiaoer and the two little teenagers on the side.

"So what are you going to do? Brother. "The old man is no longer the same as before, but he still calls Senior Brother Nandao.

Nandao also looked at Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan, and said calmly: "I want to find two people to go to that Sword Lake.... In the middle of the world, bring back those sword names. ”

Although the old man sits in the sword throwing pond all day long, he naturally does not know anything about the things on the mountain, and when he heard Nandao say this, he nodded and said, "The second and third children are naturally okay." ”

"But they are from the Little White Sword Sect."

"Let them learn the sword of the Tianya Sword Sect."

When the old man said this, he looked at Lu Xiaoxiao on the side.

Lu Xiaoxiao chuckled softly and said, "Of course it's no problem." ”

It's not even a problem in the first place.

During Lu Xiaoxiao's time in Nanyi City, the five little ones were learning swords from the old man and Wu Dalong.

"What about identity?"

Nandao glanced at Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan, and asked such a question softly.

The old man smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it's all Lingnan's sword." ”

There are only independent ancient trees in the world.

There is never a solitary weed.

Before Lingnan truly becomes what they want it to be.

There will never be so many disagreements.

Nanjima whispered, "Okay. ”

Then he put away the swords in front of him, leaving only the two swords of Xiwu and Buwen Zhong.

Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan looked at Lu Xiaoxiao, the latter just nodded, and then the two of them took one - Lu Xiaoer's is Xiwu, and Lu Xiaosan's is not to hear the bell.

When the two of them held the two swords, a sword wind blew in the canyon.

Countless maple leaves flew one after another, but they did not go in the direction of the small building, but like the leaves that guide the way, they went towards a certain stream.

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, holding his sword and following the sword wind from the clear stream.

Lu Xiaosan followed.

Nan Dao handed the swords in his hand to the old man, who took them in his hand and looked at them with a sigh for a long time, and then stuffed them to Wu Dalong.

Wu Dalong was a little dazed.

"What do you want to do for me?"

"In the future, the Sword Sect will have many disciples, you can bring them to them."

The old man finally calmed down, but the light of his youth was probably gone, so he spoke very calmly.

Wu Dalong also seemed to think of that day.

The thirty-five-year-old man smiled happily, holding his sword and heading towards the Tianya Sword Sect.

"Yes, Master."

Lu Xiaoxiao chased after him.

"Leave me a few, your Tianya Sword Sect owes us so many swords, and you should pay it back."

"Return the two handles first, and return the rest later!"

Wu Dalong said very stingily.

There is a high probability that he will be beaten up after being caught up by Lu Xiaoxiao.

In the canyon, only Le Chaotian, Nandao and the old man were left.

Le Chaotian looked back and forth at Nandao and the old man for a long time, stood up, raised his hand and took off the gourd silk he hung on the tree, and walked towards the outside of the canyon with a slight smile.

"I'm going to talk to that sword cultivator named Qingjiao about life and ideals."

If you have a good time, you might even be able to talk about love and peace.

Nandao looked at Le Chaotian strangely and said, "You're not afraid of her?" ”

Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "No matter how scared you are, it is also my small building, and I am the master." You can't work hard to build a building, so let her occupy it, not to mention, green peppers, even if she is a red bean, I have to talk about it. ”

Who is Azuki Bean?

Nandao felt a little baffled.

Le Chaotian was blowing gourd silk on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was carrying a sword, planning to go to Qingjiao and talk about something.

I just don't know if his kendo that he hasn't practiced for a long time can make the woman in red, who looks quite arrogant, listen to his reasoning.

So only Nandao and the old man were left in the canyon.

Suddenly, the serious old man made Nandao a little uncomfortable, so he simply sat there with an umbrella and didn't say anything.

The old man looked at Nandao for a long time, and then sat down beside Nandao together.

"Thank you, brother."

"......" This is probably the most helpless word heard in the whole Lingnan of Nandao.

But he still took that sentence, and probably thought of a lot of things in that senior brother.

Therefore, the young man under the umbrella looked at the old man beside him very calmly and said, "Since you call me senior brother, as a senior brother, you must do something." ”

The old man laughed and said, "Senior brother is indeed right. ”

The autumn wind in the canyon does not stop, it is already the end of September, and although winter does not mean that the snow is coming, the chill is always inevitable.

This is especially true for some older people.

So this old sword cultivator next to him—probably he himself forgot that he was once a sword cultivator, just an old man guarding something.

So the old man sat in the autumn breeze, wrapped his clothes, looked at the fallen leaves, and asked, "So where is the end of the world?" ”

Nandao thought for a long time before he spoke: "We are at the end of the world." ”

The old man said thoughtfully: "So that's the case, yes, people are at the end of the world." The old man said, sighing and laughing.

"People are at the end of the world, how can the sword be far away?"

"I don't know how the ancestors came up with it, maybe they had really been to that Tianya before they had such an idea, but by my time, when that young man went up the mountain, the idea of the Tianya Sword Sect had become a kind of foolish talk in the world."

Nan Dao said softly: "You think it's a fool's errand, why do you want to stay in the Tianya Sword Sect?" ”

When the old man heard this, he couldn't stop laughing.

Of course, people have limitations.

For example, the ancestors of the Tianya Sword Sect never engraved the name of the sword Lingnan sword cultivator, so they have never realized the importance of the name of the sword, and perhaps they have spent countless times thinking about what it is that those swords will never come back. But they never thought that it was the reason why there should be a name on the sword, and until Wu Dalong's generation, they still didn't realize it.

The same is true for the South Island.

So the old man smiled and said, "I know you don't understand it, but senior brother, you must know that the vast majority of sword cultivators in Lingnan have no choice. We will never be hopeful of anything. When you stop in front of the mountain gate with the dream of sword cultivation, you have to think about whether you want to stop here or try your luck somewhere else. Maybe you miss it, and you won't have that opportunity again. ”

Nandao was silent for a while, and seemed a little disappointed, and said softly; "I thought you would be an extreme idealist, and you would help the Tianya Sword Sect continue this dream."

The old man said slowly, "That was after that. ”

The old man only said this, and did not explain how he changed from a longing young sword cultivator to the appearance he later became.

Maybe it's because the years leading to the ideal have been talked about by the world, so no matter how you say it, it's just a cliché.

The two of them sat quietly under the maple trees in the canyon.

After a long time, the old man looked at Nandao and said expectantly, "Senior brother, do you know any other sword names?" ”

Nandao sat there with a sad face.

I'm a father-in-law, how do you think about this?

Just looking at the expectant eyes of the old man on the side, Nandao still thought about it for a long time, but remembered what Cao Weiying said earlier.

So he stood up, stood in the canyon with an umbrella, and said softly: "The long wind sends autumn geese for thousands of miles, and you can be happy about this." ”

......

Heavenly town on the shore of Sword Lake.

Cao Wei Hotaru stood there smiling and drinking, there was sword light on the sword lake, passing through those cloud cliffs and fog, I don't know where to go.

"Good, good, great." The grass held the gourd for the firefly and almost clapped his hands in praise.

As he spoke, he looked down at the thousands of sword lights in the big lake, and said with a sneer: "See, whoever is the most noisy, I will tell them their name first, so that you can go outside to blow the wind and be sober." ”

So the sword light of the lake fell silent.

Ten thousand swords shrank and did not dare to make a sound.

Cao Weiying nodded with satisfaction, then hung the reed around his waist and sat down leaning against the trunk of the peach tree.

I was very satisfied and began to sleep.

This is probably the most fragrant sleep the grass has slept in thousands of years.

There is only the hustle and bustle of the town, the whispering of flowers and plants, and the gentle breeze.

......

The old man looked at the several long swords that dragged the sword light down towards the canyon, and exclaimed, "It's so good! ”

Maybe I'm also imagining that when Lu Xiaoer and they really become successful.

Standing on top of the green mountain, the picture of thousands of sword lights coming behind itself.

It is full of satisfaction in the eyes.

Nandao didn't look at the sword lights, just looked back at the old man.

The old guy was stunned.

"What do you want me to do?"

Nan Dao tilted his head and thought for a while, and said: "The general story is told here, it is very likely that a person like you will have a smile on his face after saying that it is really good, and as soon as his eyes are closed, the peace will be gone, I have to keep an eye on it, otherwise Senior Brother Wu will ask me how you died, I don't know." ”

“......”

The old man laughed dumbly, then stood up and said softly: "I have never suffered any disaster or disease in my life, and I am not a person who has been seriously injured and waited to see something, so naturally I will not die as soon as I close my eyes. ”

Nandao chuckled softly.

"So if you think about it from another angle, in fact, a lot of things have already been consumed in a long life." As he spoke, the old man walked out of the canyon and stopped in front of the trail down.

Outside the small building on the other side, Le Chaotian and Qingjiao were standing there, talking something.

It's just that whether it's the voice over there or the voice here, it's probably blown away by the autumn wind.

Only those who are near can hear it.

Nandao stood aside with an umbrella and listened quietly.

"So it's good to be able to see today, or not to see it, and I won't have so many ideas."

The old man finally said with some relief.

"It's better to be able to see it after all, after all, there are fewer regrets." Nandao said softly.

The old man smiled and said, "Yes, so I really don't have any regrets." ”

"Sounds like you're leaving."

"I do have to go." The old man sighed a little. "I probably missed a lot of things, so it's good to go back and take a look."

"So fast?" Nandao looked up at the sky, it was still early, the sky was bright, some autumn clouds were drifting comfortably, and the mountains below were surging like a tidal wave in the autumn wind.

"Wait a little longer and it'll be dusk."

The old man's words are very charming.

So Nandao didn't say anything more, and quietly watched the old man walk down the mountain road in the autumn wind.

Until halfway through, Nandao remembered a question and looked at the old man's unrelenting back.

"What's the name of the junior brother?"

The old man waved his hand and said dashingly, "What." ”

"Where?"

"The world." The old man replied with a chuckle.

What is the old man's name?

Get off the horse and drink the wine, and ask the gentleman what to do.

So he drifted away like a master of the Tao.

But in fact, he did not attain enlightenment.

Nothing was gained either.

I just left Qingshan contentedly and returned to the world.

The rest are the stories of some teenagers.