When Zhang Xiaoyu felt the sword intent in the snow in front of him, he thought that he was waiting there, and it would be Senior Brother Zhong Sweeping, who had been watching from the beginning.

But it's not.

It's the black-robed sword cultivator whose sword is nameless and nameless.

The disciple of the Sword Sect five hundred years ago, who had fought with Qing Xiang on the Youhuang Mountain Range and then left, stood quietly by the big lake in that valley, not knowing what he was looking at.

Although the valley is full of snow, it is naturally not an overnight thing for a large lake to freeze.

The lake is quiet, but it is still clear and deep.

It's like the big watery eyes of some girls in the world.

Who said that the world can't be a girl looking at the sky?

Zhang Xiaoyu thought that he should have gone far, but he didn't expect that he would still stay in the East China Sea.

Not far away, there was sword light passing by in the snow on the top of the mountain, and you could vaguely see some of the rather prosperous Sword Sect buildings on the snowy peaks.

This place is not far from the East China Sea Sword Sect - or rather, this is the territory of the East China Sea Sword Sect.

The sword intent on the letter in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms was still circulating quietly, and the young white-clothed sword cultivator walked over calmly, stood by the lake, thought about it, and said, "Senior brother? ”

This sentence is quite similar to the previous sentence of Zhong Sweeping.

Five hundred years ago, the disciples of the Sword Sect naturally would not know anyone.

Not to mention Zhang Xiaoyu, even if Li Shanhe comes, he won't know him.

People like them often wander in the world, and then occasionally leave some long-lived legend of the Sword Immortal, so they change places and continue to live quietly.

It's just that maybe I've lived quietly for too many years, I want to be active, maybe I'm really in the current world, and I'm moved by something, so I walk out and make some waves from time to time.

The black-robed sword cultivator said calmly, "Yes. A disciple of the Sword Sect for four hundred and seventy-eight years. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu squinted his eyes and thought, that is really a very old senior brother.

Older than the old brother outside Nanyi City, older than Zhong Qingxue.

Such an old person, whose voice is still very young, can only be a demon cultivator.

It's like the woman in the white dress on the Grinding Sword Cliff.

After such a simple conversation, neither of them spoke again, but just looked down at the lake.

A few trees with their leaves sparsely standing near the lake.

The branches hang with snow like white plums.

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at the trees quietly, those sword lights in the snow, looking at it from such a perspective, it was like just being trapped between a tree, flying from one snowy branch to another.

Maybe that's how life is.

It's the same.

Just stepping on the branches and flying, but I don't know that I can't do without those snowy trees until death.

"What was the Sword Sect like five hundred years ago?"

Zhang Xiaoyu asked.

Perhaps this question did touch some soft places in the heart of the black-robed sword cultivator, and he raised his head and quietly looked at the sword light that flew away in the distant snow.

It's as if you're looking at some time.

"At that time, the world was far less prosperous than it is now." The black-robed sword cultivator said softly.

"The war that swept the whole world made the world have to start from scratch, even if hundreds of years have passed at that time, many places in the world are still deserted, just like you are looking at this snow, you can sometimes hear the voices of people in the mountains in the distance, but you have to go far to see those sparse homes."

"The Sword Sect is also like this, not only the Sword Sect in the world, but all the Sword Sects in the world are few. I heard that before April this year, there were 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan, but at that time, there were only a few thousand people in Lingnan, not to mention the sword sect in Nanyi City. ”

"But prosperity has the splendor of prosperity, and there are also benefits of being deserted, when people were diligent, and although they also played cards, they were not as addicted as they are now. The old man is still in the south, and his Hanging Courtyard has not yet opened to Daze's side. And Master, Master has always been like that, lazy and lazy, sleeping on the bridge, sometimes leaving the Sword Sect and going to the south to find the old man of the Prime Minister to drink—not by the sword light, but from the Nanyi River, in a small boat—listening to him, this was his master's favorite thing to do before. Drifting all the way by boat, crossing Daze, and walking through the green mountains, so during the long journey, the pot of astringent wine he brought was just right to be brewed by the wind and rain of the world. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at this Sword Sect senior brother hiding under the black robe, and said slowly, "What about you? ”

"Me?" The black-robed sword cultivator lowered his head and quietly looked at the reflection in the lake.

"I don't have any stories, I'm just a small, inconspicuous demon cultivator in the Sword Sect."

"So sometimes it's ordinary, it's just a matter of waiting."

The black-robed sword cultivator said calmly.

Of course, the ordinariness he was talking about was only the ordinariness in the Human Sword Sect, not the ordinariness of the entire human world.

"If I had been young and had seen my junior brother like this, I would have been very envious." The black-robed sword cultivator should have smiled and been gentle when he said this, but the meaning in his words became cold. "There is light in the eyes, and it is really the best appearance of the world. Whether it is longing or envy, as long as it can light up the light at the bottom of the eyes, it is all good. ”

The black-robed sword cultivator just said this, and didn't say whether there was still light in his eyes, which was something that the world couldn't see.

There was a brief silence by the lake, and the black-robed sword cultivator looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was standing silently under the tree not far from the lake.

"Your sword needs to be faster, faster, junior brother."

The black-robed sword cultivator stepped on the wind and snow and headed towards the other end of the valley.

"Only in order to survive in those green mountains and streams, in order to kill us."

This time it was probably really gone.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood silently by the lake, and then walked towards the south without saying anything.

The great lake, which looked like the watery eyes of some girl in the world, was forgotten in the wind and snow.

......

The fifth day of November, 103 in the Great Wind Calendar.

It will probably take a while for the wind and snow in the East China Sea to blow into the southernmost mountain range of Huai'an.

Compared with Lingbei, Lingnan is still much warmer, unless it is recorded, the tide of the Styx River once every few decades, blowing the cold wind of those Youhuang Mountains to Huai'an, otherwise Lingnan has always been warmer than Lingbei.

But this warmth is naturally limited.

Le Chaotian hadn't practiced swords for a few days, so he asked Wu Dalong to build him a stove, and placed it in the middle of the small building, where he roasted and played music all day long and fell asleep, so uncomfortable.

After Nandao went to practice swordsmanship for a while, when he came back, he saw Le Chaotian still holding a pillow and sleeping on the second floor of the small building, but the doors and windows were not closed, otherwise Nandao would inevitably worry that this junior brother would suffocate to death because of the fire. Although there was a lot of chill in the November wind, it was not very cold when a warm stove was set up.

Nandao walked to the side with his sword on his back and opened the door pages of those activities a little more.

Le Chaotian heard the voice, woke up in a daze, raised his head to look at Nandao, rubbed his eyes and yawned, and said, "Senior brother, have you come back from sword practice?" ”

"Hmm."

"Do you want to make a fire?" Le Chaotian sat up and gave way to the place directly opposite the stove.

Nan Dao shook his head and walked to the corridor outside, blowing the wind while saying, "I'm not cold, junior brother, you can roast it." ”

"Oh, okay then." Le Chaotian sat back there with his ass twisted again, holding the pillow and swaying there.

Nandao sat quietly in the corridor with his sword on his back, and the money bags above his head rattled in the wind.

Le Chaotian looked at Nandao's back, thought about it, walked out with a pillow in his arms, and said with a chuckle: "Senior brother is still thinking about the snow in the East China Sea?" ”

Nandao was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

After so long, Lingnan naturally knew about the snow in the East China Sea.

Le Chaotian tilted his head and looked at Nandao for a long time, and then asked with some curiosity: "Senior brother thinks he will win or lose?" ”

Nandao quietly looked at the dry mountain outside the building, and said slowly: "He won't ask for a sword." I don't know what he's trying to do, but he won't ask. ”

Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "Why?" ”

Nandao said softly: "In March, my senior brother said that it is extremely stupid to go up the cliff to ask for a sword, and it is impossible for a person like him, who claims to be smart and dashing, to do such a stupid thing. ”

Probably because the wooden corridor under him was a little cool, Le Chaotian stuffed the pillow in his hand under his buttocks, sat upside down twice, very satisfied, and then said: "So that's the case, but since the senior brother knows that he won't compare with the people of the Sword Grinding Cliff, what are you still thinking about?" ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, watching those green mountains die and turn into a painful yellow all over the mountain, and it seems that he also saw the painful look of Zhang Xiaoyu on the bridge a long time ago, at a certain twilight hour.

"Senior brother is a very painful and struggling person." Nandao said. "If you even use such a thing as asking for a sword as a cover, then you must do something more dangerous and resolute."

Le Chaotian didn't think about it so much, although he still heard the news of the snow in the East China Sea, but he didn't think about anything, and it was like this now.

"Maybe he's just bored and wants to amuse the world? Or, he actually really wanted to try, but he was afraid that it would be embarrassing to be knocked off the cliff, so he simply tried it a few times, and when the world thought he was joking, he was quietly climbing up the cliff to see why the sword of the sword was so high. ”

Nandao was silent for a moment and said, "I think you're talking about you, not about Senior Brother." ”

Le Chaotian laughed there.

This really seems to be something that Le Chaotian would do.

But maybe Le Chaotian prefers to sneak up to the top of the cliff and play tunes all night, so that everyone can't sleep.

Several times when Nandao woke up, he saw Qingjiao wearing a red coat standing quietly under the cold moonlight wind in the canyon, or practicing swords.

Nandao initially thought that she still had something on her mind, but later found out that it was just because Le Chaotian fell asleep playing a tune there, but she was still holding a gourd silk, so her snoring turned into a tune.

The noise was so noisy that Qingjiao couldn't sleep, so he would come out to practice his sword.

So later, he set a rule for Le Chaotian, before going to bed, he was not allowed to make tunes.

Le Chaotian was a little unconvinced at first.

Until one night, when he was sleeping there, Lu Xiaosan took a suona and gave it to his ear.

So everything worked out.

However, Le Chaotian was still a little aggrieved, thinking that I didn't blow suona......

The two of them sat there, Nandao was holding sword intent on the one hand, and listening to Le Chaotian say some strange things on the other.

After a long time, maybe he really felt that Le Chaotian was too noisy, Nan Dao turned his head to look at him and said, "How long has it been since Senior Brother practiced swords?" ”

Le Chaotian sat on the comfortable pillow with a smile, took the butterfly love flower that had been idle by himself for an unknown number of days, and said while playing the sword casually: "Although I haven't practiced swords for a long time, I have a sword in my heart." A sword in your heart is better than a sword in your hand. ”

Although these words are very reasonable, sword cultivation and sword intent naturally need to have a sword in their hearts.

But no matter how much Le Chaotian quibbles, he can't change the fact that after the cooling at the end of October, he sat upstairs all day to roast the fire.

Nan Dao was silent for a while, and said, "How is the sword in the heart of the junior brother?" ”

Le Chaotian looked at the world with a smile and said: "The sword in my heart is not in my hand, not in front of me, but when I think of it, I go with the wind, and I can walk 80,000 miles in the world." ”

Nandao raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and then the peach blossom sword came out of the sheath, this sword was extremely sudden, Le Chaotian hurriedly raised his sword, but the butterfly love flower in his hand was still picked downstairs by a sword.

Le Chaotian glanced downstairs, then turned his head to look at Nandao and said, "Senior brother, what do you mean by this?" ”

Nandao said softly: "I can't even take care of the three feet in front of me, how can I walk 80,000 miles in the world?" ”

Le Chaotian brushed aside the peach blossom sword in front of him, laughed softly, got up and walked downstairs.

"Senior brother is probably tired, he is so ruthless, it's just that, junior brother, I will go to practice swords."

South Island: "......"

Le Chaotian greedily roasted the fire in front of the stove for a while, and then went downstairs, picked up the butterfly love flower that was inserted in the lawn, and went towards the canyon.

There are not as many maple leaves in the canyon as before, and they look a little sparse.

When Le Chaotian dragged his sword and walked into the canyon, he saw the green pepper walking back from the top of the canyon in those cold wind and fallen leaves.

"Good morning, senior sister." Le Chaotian greeted with a smile.

The woman in red looked at Le Chaotian's appearance, but hesitated a little before she said; "Hello junior brother."

Although the voice still had that cold and distant taste, it was much milder.

Le Chaotian nodded with satisfaction.

Then he dragged his sword to the canyon with a cold light in winter, tilted his head and stood for a while, and then looked back at the outside of the canyon.

Nandao didn't seem to have come to oversee him.

Le Chaotian then found a maple tree, swept the fallen leaves everywhere, and piled them together.

"Spring sleepy, summer is lacking, autumn nap hibernates, how can shuriken have a sword in the heart."

Le Chaotian smiled and sat down on the fallen leaf mat, holding the sword and starting to doze off again.

Maybe it's really practicing the sword in the heart.

Nandao didn't hear the sound of the sword, so he went downstairs to take a look into the canyon.

As a result, I saw Le Chaotian who was napping there.

Senior brother, junior brother.

Nandao sighed softly.

But I didn't wake him up.

Maybe Le Chaotian stayed in Lingnan quietly for a lifetime, and he really didn't need those swords to fight for something with those who smashed him.

Qingjiao looked at him with a sword on the side.

"Are you worried about your junior brother?"

Nandao looked back, thought for a moment, and said, "Shouldn't it?" ”

Qingjiao didn't say anything, just glanced at Le Chaotian, who was sleeping in the canyon, and said softly: "It really should be." ”

Nan Dao looked at the woman in red who seemed to be a little speechless and asked, "You seem to have something to say." ”

The green pepper walked towards the edge of the canyon to the edge of the rocky lawn, where the early winter was gone, and even some of the sparse moss on the stone edge had dried up, leaving only some brown vein-like things to cling to the edge of the lawn.

"There may be, but there's really nothing to say." Green Pepper said calmly.

She could see that there was something wrong with Le Chaotian.

But he didn't have any ill intentions, at least for these two small Sword Sects, as well as for this young man with an umbrella.

It's not a good thing to say something that can only be guessed haze.

Nan Dao didn't ask, stood aside with an umbrella, looked at the woman in red in front of him, and then said softly: "The whole October is quiet. ”

Naturally, it is said that the green peppers were left in the canyon.

Green Pepper just quietly looked at the dry mountains below the canyon.

"I leave the canyon sometimes." Green Pepper said something like this.

Nandao didn't go any further.

Of course, he wouldn't always pay attention to what this woman in red was doing, so did Qing Jiao really leave the canyon and leave the Sword Sect to deal with some trouble.

He didn't know either.

Qingjiao glanced back at the young man under the umbrella and said calmly: "There is some blood under the mountain gate, if you look carefully, you can see it." ”

Nandao was silent for a moment and said, "Then why didn't you tell me?" ”

"Because it's something that doesn't matter." As he spoke, he also remembered something that happened at dusk, so he narrowed his eyes and quietly looked down the mountain. "Although those people have some strength, there is nothing tricky about them."

"What if there's a tricky one?"

"If there's something tricky, then I'll just leave." Green Pepper said very simply. "I'm just asking for help, not selling my life."

The woman in red said, glanced back at Nandao, and said calmly: "If you suddenly find out one day, I have disappeared for a long time......"

"Who are those?" Nandao didn't wait for Green Pepper to finish speaking, so he asked such a question.

"The people of Hell."

The South Island was not surprised.

In fact, he had already guessed that it was them.

It's not Heavenly Hell, it's the River Sect.

The River Sect may be a little far away, but the Heavenly Hell is very close.

Qingjiao looked back at Nandao, this time for a long time, and then said slowly: "Twelfth floor? ”

Nandao turned around and walked up the small building and said calmly, "I don't know. ”

Or maybe there is an answer in mind.

Just don't want to say it.

No one knows if it's or isn't until they think of something.

Green pepper himself doesn't know.

So this is the reason why the people of Heaven and Hell are not likeable, and when they see this name, they are prone to think of some dark speculations.

When they suspect that you are, you'd better be.

The twelfth floor is well-known in the world, but few people mention it.

It's a little scary to say.

Some were given by Hell.

Some are given by themselves.

......

Aren't you?

......