With the end of autumn, Le Chao Tiankai is always looking forward to that snow.

Naturally, it's not snow to look forward to.

It's hot pot.

Since I said that I want to eat a hot pot during the winter snow, even if it is the day before the snow.

Not to mention a day, a moment in advance, a breath in advance, is a kind of blasphemy against that hot pot.

It's a pity that Fengqiling is more inclined to the south, and the snow that can make Le Chaotian eat a cabbage vermicelli hot pot happily is destined to come for a long time.

And Lu Xiaogou still goes to the big lake every day to carry the name of the sword.

Well, after all, it's the dog to go again.

But the only thing that puzzled him was why he was delayed every day because of various things, either going halfway to fishing, or walking and getting lost, but he was getting more and more tired, but the poetry in his mind was getting higher and higher.

And isn't Lu Xiaoer fishing with himself every day?

When did you see the mountain?

Lu Xiaosan's little head was full of doubts.

It's a pity that he asked everyone and didn't get an answer.

The house of the woman in red Qingjiao was built, and it was a small wooden house in the shape of a 'box', which surprised everyone, after all, no one in the South Island went to help, she just sat at the mouth of the canyon alone, cutting wood and building the house. He even patiently laid a lot of pine planks underneath, which made the house a 'box' shape instead of a 'he' shape.

But it's not that they just ignored it.

For example, Lu Xiaoyi sometimes sends her some water, and from time to time he drops some ghost-like drawings, and I don't know if Lu Xiaoyi means it. Wu Dalong's meaning should be impossible, if this thirty-five-year-old man wanted to help, he would not be so roundabout, and the senior brother should take the ideas of the junior brother as the weather vane.

So the old man just diligently planted vegetables, and then struck iron, but now the person who threw the sword into it became himself.

However, compared with the past, Wu Dalong's enthusiasm can be described as full.

After all, if one more sword is thrown in, the Tianya Sword Sect will be stronger in the future.

Wu Dalong is not very good at taking sword names, so he often runs up with a sword and asks Le Chaotian to name him.

Le Chaotian also happily engraved the names in those songs.

What a handsome, reed, Tingzhou or something.

even looked at the woman in red downstairs who was quietly looking at the drawings to build a house, and took a green pepper.

It's just that after taking it, he regretted it, not that he was afraid that the green pepper would beat him, but he felt that he had lost. In case the Tianya Sword Sect becomes the leader of the sword path in the future, wouldn't it be helping the East China Sea Sword Sect spread its reputation?

It's a pity that it's too late to regret it, Wu Dalong has already sent the sword to the end of the world.

However, Le Chaotian thought of a very interesting thing.

If it's really like what Green Pepper said, someone is going to murder the South Island.

Then Nandao was in a hurry, and with a green pepper, not only called people, but also called the sword.

Le Chaotian said as he looked at the woman downstairs and smiled.

Maybe it was because he heard the sound here, Qingjiao looked back and calmly looked upstairs, and Le Chaotian obediently shut up.

And Lu Xiaoxiao.

Lu Xiaoxiao.

It's been a long time since I've practiced a sword.

In fact, I haven't practiced since I came back from Nanyi City.

The little white flower that had taken her entire youth to bloom in the sea of gods had withered.

So I didn't want to open it anymore.

It's just busy in the Little White Sword Sect, cooking, laundry, and cleaning the courtyard and trails for the five little ones.

The sword that had fought with her in Nanyi City had already had some rust when Lu Xiaosi turned it out from under the osmanthus tree one time.

Although he was later sent to Wu Dalong's sword-forging platform to be beaten again, there probably won't be that kind of light anymore.

The light is on Lu Xiaoer's creek afternoon, and on Lu Xiaosan's unheard bell.

It is also on the peach blossoms of the South Island and the butterfly love flowers of the Joy Dynasty.

Nandao and Le Chaotian sometimes ran to the Little White Sword Sect to see Lu Xiaoxiao, and when they saw this woman who was only thirty years old, they sat comfortably on a small stool under the osmanthus tree, and looked at the five little ones who were practicing swords with a smile.

So the two of them returned to Luofeng Canyon with a sigh.

Progress in Le Chaotian and the South Island is also very fast.

At the beginning of October, Le Chaotian had been able to penetrate twenty fallen leaves, and Nandao was infinitely close to the entry of the fast sword in the world that Qiu Xi'er had said at the beginning—at most, he had pierced through ninety fallen leaves with one sword.

It was some windy twilight.

Thousands of fallen leaves are scattered throughout the canyon.

Nandao stabbed out with a sword, but it left a blank in those fallen leaves.

It's like being cleanly wiped in the twilight covered with fallen leaves.

Le Chaotian was sitting under the maple tree, looking at the clouds in the sky through the blank space, and then saw the woman in red outside the canyon turning her head in surprise, quietly looking at the young man standing with a sword under the umbrella, and the maple leaves burning on the sword.

It wasn't until the second gale came that Le Chao heard the words that fell through the twilight leaves into the canyon - good sword!

Senior brother's sword is, of course, a good sword.

Le Chaotian sat proudly under the tree, as if the sword was stabbed by him.

Otherwise, why should I learn swords from my senior brother, instead of learning from you, a person who is dressed warmly and lives in the distant mountains?

After that sword, Green Pepper and Nandao tried their sword again.

In that sword test, Nandao still lost.

But his sword intent had already reached the white-clothed realm.

The sword went out a mile away, and within ten miles, it was a white garment.

Although this realm comes from the name of a certain generation of cliff owners of Mojian Cliff many years ago.

But the worldly sword cultivator still gave it another interpretation.

The sword intent went ten miles, and the clothes were not bloody.

It is for white clothes.

One mile of white clothes, ten miles of oblique bridge, a hundred miles of green lotus, a thousand miles of cliff master, the sword in front of him and the peace of the world, is to sit in the world.

Sitting in the world for decades, once gone to break the sky.

It is for Tsing Yi.

From the beginning of the white clothes to the end of the green clothes.

It is the way of sword intent left to the world by the sword cliff back then.

And what about diagonal bridges?

Le Chaotian was very sincere at that time, thinking about Qingjiao and asking for advice.

Riding a horse leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves.

Naturally, it is well-known among young people.

Then Qinglian wandered the world.

Until the cliff lord returns to the mountain.

Le Chaotian listened to Qingjiao's interpretation, and it was rare to clap his hands and laugh in front of this woman in red.

It's wonderful, it's wonderful.

Green Pepper just sat calmly in front of the wooden house.

What's so wonderful about you?

That's your brother's business.

Le Chaotian is right.

The senior brother is wonderful, and the junior brother is naturally wonderful, the senior brother is poor, and the junior brother has to follow the sad face.

So the words were not speculative for more than half a sentence, and the two parted ways again after a short exchange.

So the green pepper is probably preparing to wander the world?

No one on the mountain knew about it.

So the time came to the fifth day of the tenth month of the year 103 of the Great Wind Calendar.

.......

Nan Dao sat down under the money bag of Xiaolou with a sword and an umbrella on his back, with a pen and ink in front of him.

Probably going to write to his husband again.

Le Chaotian was playing a tune on the side, while peeking at the contemplative teenager on the side.

Nandao wrote much faster this time, and his handwriting looked better - during this time, Nandao naturally not only practiced swords, but also studied and practiced calligraphy very seriously.

Le Chaotian secretly leaned over and took a look, and this time the writing was very smooth-

Sir, I still miss you today.

Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and it is also the day of my initiation, so I will take advantage of today to write some trivial things to my husband.

There is a sword cultivator from the East China Sea in the mountains, called Qingjiao, I don't know if Mr. has heard of her name.

I'm ashamed that I lost to her twice.

Not going to lose next time, sir.

I don't know if it's snowing there, but not yet, I hope this snow will come soon, because my junior brother is arguing all day long to eat hot pot.

......

This is the third letter I have written to my husband. But I never received a reply from my husband, which sometimes makes me feel a little lost and worried.

Sir, if you are not busy, can you write me back?

I miss you again, sir.

South Island.

......

After Le Chaotian secretly finished reading it, he scratched his head and sat back in his place.

Since the last time I suddenly added such a sentence that the moonlight is beautiful tonight, what the senior brother wrote seems to be getting more and more charming.

When did he become so good at writing love letters?

Is he really a genius?

Le Chaotian turned his head to look at the young man who was seriously folding the letter paper, and suddenly had a feeling of hating to see each other.

Danfan saw his senior brother earlier...... Where will he still be lonely?

Le Chaotian sighed deeply.

Nandao folded the letter paper, put it in his arms, and then walked over, picked up the big bag of money behind Le Chaotian, and was about to go downstairs.

"Senior brother is going to send a letter?"

Le Chaotian looked at Nandao and asked.

Although this question seems a bit redundant.

Nan Dao nodded and said, "Yes, is the junior brother going too?" ”

Le Chaotian shook his head and said, "No, I'm just thinking that Senior Brother can ask the red beans downstairs to help send them over." ”

Although he knows that her name is Qingjiao, Le Chaotian sometimes likes to call her red beans.

Nan Dao looked down at the letter that showed a corner in his arms, he didn't know what he remembered, and said with a shy smile: "It's better to send it yourself, not to mention, are you very familiar with her?" ”

Le Chaotian listened to what Nandao said about sincerity, and said with a smile: "Senior brother Gao Jian." ”

Nandao then walked downstairs with an umbrella.

It's just that when he started walking on the mountain road, he heard footsteps behind him, Nandao thought it was Le Chaotian, and smiled without looking back: "Why did the junior brother change his mind again?" ”

The person behind him was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "I am not your junior brother. ”

It's a cold female voice.

Nandao turned around and saw a red-clothed green pepper standing on the mountain road with a sword.

Nandao was silent for a moment and asked, "What are you here for?" ”

Qingjiao said calmly, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Send a letter."

Qingjiao walked over with his sword, stopped behind Nandao, and said, "I'll go with you." ”

Nandao stood under the umbrella and looked at her for a long time and asked, "Why?" ”

"I heard that the wind chanted senior that there might be danger in the mountains, and asked me to protect you, since you want to go out, then I naturally have to follow." Green pepper said very plainly.

"Okay."

Nandao didn't say anything more, held an umbrella, turned around, and continued to walk down the mountain.

Probably there was nothing going on today, but when Nandao walked through the mountain gate, he saw Wu Dalong sitting on the steps again, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Senior brother."

Nandao called Wu Dalong.

The latter looked back in some surprise and was a little puzzled when he saw Nan Dao and Qing Jiao coming.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go listen to the letter from Fengxi."

"Oh."

Wu Dalong glanced at the green pepper again, probably understood something, nodded with a smile, and said, "Go, remember to come back early, don't delay on the road, I heard that there are some strange people in Lingnan recently." ”

"Well, okay, I'll see you later, senior brother."

Minamijima nodded and walked over from the side.

As the months of October on, the mountains slowly turn blue-yellow, and even if some of the trees are every-spring, it is difficult to hide the more withered colors.

The morning dew in the mountains has not yet dried, and there may be frost in a few days.

Nandao thought as she walked with a bag of money on her back.

Beside him, the woman in red sounded with a cold voice.

"You seem to like to walk around." Green Pepper said.

Nandao said calmly: "Is it strange to go? ”

Qingjiao looked at Nandao quietly and said, "It's not strange, it's just that we are cultivators, sword cultivators, and we have the fastest way to walk in the world." ”

"I have only heard that the world is walking in the world, and I have never heard of the world flying in the world, so it means that the world is still the main one."

"Are you a man of the world?"

"Aren't you?"

Qingjiao fell silent, and then whispered, "Yes." ”

So the topic of walking ended in a hurry.

Of course, walking is not only the norm of the world.

It can also be a gesture of sincerity.

If it was all the way across the green mountains with sword light, and then handed over the letter to the Scattered Pavilion, it would be a little weird.

But walking is different.

The boy got up early in the morning, sat upstairs blowing the wind, and wrote a letter to the distant gentleman seriously.

Then he packed his bags, stepped on the October wind and fallen leaves, climbed over the green mountains and green waters, went to a far place to deliver the letter to the messenger, and then waited for it to be sent to a farther place. So in the expectation of thousands of rivers and mountains, I waited for the reply with longing.

The sun in the world has always become very slow, and so is the footsteps of stepping on the green mountains.

A hurried stroke in the story.

In fact, it was a lot of long waiting.

Nandao just thought so, and there was no woman next to her to explain the things.

So he crossed the green mountains all the way, passed by many Sword Sect mountain gates, and stopped at the side of the Wind Stream.

Nandao had already been to the Wind Sword Sect once, so Listening to the Wind Yin didn't take him to the top of the mountain this time, just smiled and nodded expectantly, and then continued to talk to others about the wind in the world.

The green peppers remained.

So Nandao went up the cliff alone.

After crossing the cliff suspension bridge and stopping in front of the Zero Fall Pavilion, a disciple probably heard the wind, and stood outside the pavilion with a sword on his back very politely, and then refused the bag of money from Nandao.

"Senior brother's business is Lingnan's business."

The young disciple of the Wind Listening Sword Sect said with a smile.

Nandao whispered, "Thank you." ”

Then he turned and walked away.

"It's still a thousand feet down the cliff, and it can't go up if it's too high."

"Uh-huh."

......

When I returned to Tingfeng Creek, Qingjiao was standing quietly by the stream, listening to the wind chanting and talking about some interesting things in the world.

Seeing Nandao coming back, Green Pepper also left the stream.

"Where else are you going?"

Nandao glanced at the stream, and there was nothing major in the world, so listening to the wind and chanting, there was talk and laughter, and there was no upper realm sword cultivation at all.

Nandao suddenly remembered something, walked towards Tingfeng Yin, saluted, and asked two questions.

One is the whereabouts of Zhang Xiaoyu, and the other is the movement of Qingtian Dao.

It's just that the two things asked by Nandao are not heard in the world.

So listening to the wind and chanting, naturally there is no answer for him.

Nandao carried the bag of money on his back and continued to go back.

Qingjiao followed behind him, glanced at Nandao several times, and then slowly asked, "What are you asking about the Shanhe Temple and Qingtian Dao?" ”

Nandao said calmly: "This should have nothing to do with you. ”

Qingjiao said lightly: "Inexplicably, if you ask without asking the sword, it is always easy to think that you want to switch to the Daomen." ”

In fact, this sentence is not accurate.

In the final analysis, the world has eliminated the Tao of witches and ghosts, and all the practices in the world are just cultivating the Tao.

"I also asked about the sword."

"Will the world still recognize Zhang Xiaoyu as a sword cultivator?"

Nandao said calmly: "If you don't admit it, it has nothing to do with me. ”

"Why?"

"He's my brother."

Green Pepper fell silent.

Before that war, Zhang Xiaoyu was the senior brother of many sword cultivators in the world.

It's just that after many stories happened, Zhang Xiaoyu was just a disciple of the Shanhe Guanshan Sect.

That battle was only a dispute between the mountain sect and the view of mountains and rivers.

Qingjiao didn't say anything more, and the two of them quietly walked in the direction of the Tianya Sword Sect.

It's just that maybe it's just walked once, or it's the road led by Le Chaotian.

When I went back, I took the wrong mountain road in the South Island.

After walking for a long time, it wasn't until I saw the stone tablet engraved with the Lame Deer Sword Sect in front of the mountain gate that I realized that something was wrong.

I shouldn't have passed through here.

It's just that Nandao didn't know where he went wrong, and after thinking about it, he decided to move on and see if he could find someone to ask.

The mountain is big and seems to be noisy as well.

Qingjiao on the side raised his eyebrows and said, "It turns out that there is such a place for demon cultivation in Lingnan. ”

Nandao looked back at Qingjiao with some surprise, only to see Qingjiao said calmly: "I heard that the demon lord died in Fengqiling thousands of years ago, and his body is a lame deer, which is also called the Lame Deer Sword Sect, and the surrounding demonic aura is strong, and it can only be a place for the little demon sword to cultivate." ”

If the demonic aura was rich and had been placed thousands of years ago, it would probably have been a place of considerable strife.

But now it is the year 103 of the Great Wind Calendar.

All Souls' Day has been held countless times, so naturally nothing like this will happen.

"Senior sister is right."

In the distance, there was a young man's voice under the mountain gate, of course, since it was a place where demon cultivators gathered, it didn't matter if he was a teenager or not.

Just look at it.

Nandao turned around, only to find that on a certain tree under the mountain gate, there was a young man in orange sitting with a smile and a clean up.

"Are you lost?" The young demon sat on the branch of the ancient tree of the mountain gate and dangled his legs, looked at the two and asked.

Nan Dao nodded and said, "Where should the Tianya Sword Sect go?" ”

The young demon looked at the two of Nandao in surprise, and said, "It turns out that you are from the Water Drifting Sword Sect, I'm sorry, you made a mistake, you are a person from the Tianya Sword Sect." Then the road you came from, just turn back two miles, and then go to the other side. ”

Nandao nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome, the Lingnan family is dear." The boy sat down on the branch, leaned back against the trunk, and said with a smile.

Nandao turned and walked away.

Before leaving, Qingjiao looked at the young man and said, "What are you doing here, Wangfeng?" ”

The young demon raised his head, looked at the October sky, and smiled softly.

"I'm waiting for someone."