November 22, 1003 in the Great Wind Calendar.

This snow has not stopped for three days, and according to Lu Xiaoxiao's idea, Lu Xiaosan will stay in the canyon for a few days, and then go to carry the name of the sword after the snow melts.

It's just that maybe it's because Lu Xiaoer has already learned something and doesn't need to go anymore, so that Lu Xiaosan has a sense of urgency in his heart, and he resolutely refused this request.

Such a difficult task naturally fell on the head of Nandao.

I don't know how old the snow is in the mountains, and the sky is dim, Nandao holds an umbrella and takes Lu Xiaosan's hand to creak in the snow in the canyon that has lost a calf.

Of course, for Lu Xiaosan, it was snow that had reached his knees.

This little boy who was only eleven years old was holding the hand of Nandao's uncle, who was not a few years older than him, while stepping on the snow with great interest.

"This year's snow is so heavy, uncle." Lu Xiaosan carried the bell on his back, looked at Nandao very excitedly and said, the two big earlobes on the hat worn by the little boy were like big dog ears, shaking as the boy raised his head.

Big ears of a land puppy.

Nandao nodded, looked at the vastness everywhere, and said with a smile: "Yes, I have never seen such a big snow before. ”

"I want to build a big snowman, taller than Uncle Le!" Lu Xiaosan smiled, "Then draw its face like a puppy." ”

Le Chaotian is indeed the tallest person in this green mountain.

As for Nandao, Nandao is just a teenager, so naturally it will not be very high.

Lu Xiaosan said, but he remembered something, tilted his head to look at Nandao under the umbrella, and asked, "Uncle Shi, you should be sixteen years old." ”

Nandao paused in the snow, perhaps because the snow was relatively deep, so he looked down at the snow under his feet, pulled out his feet, and walked forward calmly with his head up.

"Not yet."

"When is that?"

Nandao walked quietly under the umbrella until he walked out of the canyon, then he looked up at the snowy sky in the world, and said calmly: "I will go to the end of December." ”

Lu Xiaosan scratched his head, then found that it was his hat, and then reached under his hat and scratched it, and said, "That's the last day of the year?" ”

"Yes."

Lu Xiaosan exclaimed: "Is it so coincidental? ”

Nandao looked at the snow color of the mountain peaks for a long time, and then said softly: "It's not a coincidence, it's just forgot." ”

Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment and said, "What does it mean to forget?" ”

Nandao chuckled and lowered his head, looking at the mountains and forests ahead, the traces of the forest trail yesterday had long been covered by heavy snow.

So I had to go out again.

Fortunately, this mountain forest is not long, but after walking for a long time, the boy and the little boy walked out.

Nandao stopped at the edge of the forest, looked at the clear stream in front of him that was still flowing in the heavy snow, and said softly: "Forgetting means not remembering, just like the road we just walked, you know that we walked yesterday, but we can't find those footprints, so we can only find a new starting point and a new exit when entering." ”

Lu Xiaosan understood now, and said with a smile: "So the first day of each year is regarded as the beginning and the last day as the end." I'm going to do the same! ”

The two continued to walk along the stream, perhaps because of the stream, the road on both sides was snow and ice, so it was a little slippery, Nandao took off the peach blossom sword behind him, let Lu Xiaosan use it as a crutch, and walked forward slowly.

"Why do you want to do this?"

Nandao asked curiously.

Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "Because it looks like a story." ”

“......”

Lu Xiaosan said with great interest: "Look, if someone asks me, I tell him that I am born on June 13, but it is very ordinary, but if I say that the end of this year, the last day, is the day I am twelve years old, will others think that you are a very mysterious person with a story?" ”

Nandao smiled helplessly: "Then you have to ask your master if he would like to celebrate your twelfth birthday at the end of the year." ”

Lu Xiaosan's dream of mysterious fantasy was shattered in an instant.

The biggest enemy of the five little boys was Lu Xiaoxiao, and there was no one.

is that Le Chaotian sometimes has to succumb to Lu Xiaoxiao's obscenity.

Lu Xiaosan sighed all the way on the road, and after climbing the high mountain cliff with difficulty, the pain and suffering under the Sword Lake returned to Lu Xiaosan's mind, so the little boy's sigh became louder.

Lu Xiaosan sighed while sitting down on the side of the cliff and stream, there was also snow here, just like the world.

But after stepping in front of him, it is the scenery of February and March, and the red color falls into the world.

Nandao did not urge Lu Xiaosan.

This little boy is the one who really bears the hope of the rise of the entire Tianya Sword Sect and the Little White Sword Sect.

But with this came an extremely painful time.

It can be seen from Lu Xiaosan's sad look.

Every time Lu Xiaosan came here, he would sit on the edge of the cliff for a long time, and Lu Xiaoer used to sit with him, but when Lu Xiaoer returned from learning a sword, Lu Xiaosan could only sit here alone every time.

The mountains are full of snow, and the eyes are boundless.

Not even a single bird could be seen, everything lay dormant in silence.

"Uncle Shi, who is that one who calls grass as a firefly?"

Lu Xiaosan suddenly looked back at Nandao and asked.

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "He's a very powerful person. ”

"How powerful?"

How powerful is an extremely vague proposition.

So Nandao pondered for a long time and said, "Probably as long as he wants, there will be no strife in the world." ”

Lu Xiaosan took a deep breath and said, "Is it so powerful?" Then why is there still strife in the world? ”

Nandao said softly: "Because he doesn't want to, I don't know why he doesn't want to, maybe it's too lazy, maybe it's not good to bully children." ”

Lu Xiaosan sat quietly on the edge of the cliff for a long time, and then suddenly asked, "Uncle Shi will be so powerful in the future, right?" ”

Nandao was stunned for a moment and said, "Me? ”

Lu Xiaosan turned his head and looked at Nandao very seriously and nodded.

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "Yes." ”

"Yay!" Lu Xiaosan suddenly jumped up and said.

Nandao looked at Lu Xiaosan strangely and said, "What's good?" ”

Lu Xiaosan said with a smile: "It means that in the future, when others ask who the person who stands so tall and tall is, I can pat my chest and proudly say - that's my uncle!" ”

Nandao chuckled softly and didn't say anything.

"Of course ......"

The little boy stepped on the snow and returned to the edge of the cliff, and the ears of the big dog on both sides of his head were jumping up and down, looking stupid and cute.

Lu Xiaosan stood on the edge of the cliff and pulled out the unheard bell behind him with difficulty, and pointed obliquely to the sky in the snowstorm.

"I, Lu Xiaosan, also want to become a very high sword cultivator in the world!"

The boy screamed very loudly.

Then he took a step forward, stepped off the cliff, and disappeared into the world.

Nandao stood there with an umbrella and laughed softly, originally planning to go back and pick up Lu Xiaosan later, but he remembered a question again, so he also walked towards Heavenly Town.

After experiencing the initial pain, Lu Xiaosan is now very determined, carrying a sword through those cloudy mountain cliffs, taking off his winter clothes while running in the spring light, and then picked up a little earth dog who was tired of playing in the sea of flowers and was about to rest for a while, and jumped all the way to the bottom of the sword lake.

"Plop~"

"Woohoo!"

The grass was drinking by the lake, and I don't know if Lu Xiaosan did it on purpose, when he jumped into the big lake, he specially chose the grass next to the firefly and splashed the old boy with water.

It's just that those so-called lakes are just sword intent, and the grass is not a firefly, and as soon as the mountain wind blows, it turns into a fish of sword intent and jumps into the lake again.

Nandao walked to Cao Weiying with an umbrella and sat down, looked at the big lake in front of him, and asked, "How much does he carry?" ”

Cao Wei Hotaru lazily leaned on the peach tree behind him, raised his head and drank wine, and then said, "I don't know, anyway, there are many more." ”

Nandao admired Lu Xiaosan's perseverance a little.

"Not long ago, Chen He came." Grass for Firefly said suddenly.

Nandao turned his head, looked at the grass for a long time, and said, "What is he here for?" ”

Grass smiled and said, "Hang out like you." ”

Nandao laughed softly and said, "Who told your heavenly town is too comfortable, it's snowing heavily outside, you are still like this here, everyone wants to come in and have a good time when they see it." ”

Cao Weiying smiled very smugly and said, "That's nature." ”

"This year in the South .... There is a lot of snow in Lingnan, could there be any problems? Nanjima asked, looking at the grass for Hotaru.

Cao Weiying laughed softly and said, "What can be the problem, someone is probably a fool who has been heated and wants to see the snow." ”

“？”

Nandao looked confused.

Cao Weiying picked up the wine gourd in his hand and flipped it over, and in a flurry of wine, knocked on the edge of the umbrella in the South Island, and a lot of thick snow piled up on the umbrella was knocked down.

"You didn't notice that you were in such a thick snow?"

"The umbrella was too heavy to notice."

Nandao said truthfully.

This umbrella is indeed very heavy, and the so-called lightness is only relative to the weight of the world to hold it.

"Would you like to try it?"

Cao Weiying shook his head with a smile and said, "No need. ”

Nandao just said it casually, but he didn't really want to see if Cao Weixing could pick up this umbrella.

The two sat by the lake for a long time, Nandao seemed to be a little hesitant, looking at the young man in green clothes who was drinking on the side, and he wanted to speak a little.

Grass glanced at him and said, "What do you want to ask?" ”

Nandao was silent for a moment, and took the two swords behind him together, and placed them across his knees.

"If I had such a sword in my heart, and I could wander 80,000 miles in the world...... "Nandao said softly, "would such a sword exist?" ”

Cao Weiying smiled softly and said: "Not to mention the sword in the heart, it is the wind in the heart, which can blow to 80,000 miles in the world, what's so strange?" ”

Nandao frowned and looked at the grass for fireflies, and said, "How to go?" ”

Cao Weiying smiled slightly and said, "Go in your heart." ”

Nandao was silent for a moment and said, "You're done?" ”

Grass for Hotaru chuckled and said, "It's that it's gone." ”

"Where is it?"

"It's in my heart!"

Cao Weiying still smiled slightly, but said in a very sighing tone - it's in my heart!

Nandao looked down at the two swords on his knees, perhaps thinking that he should understand what grass meant for fireflies, he thought for a long time, and said slowly: "I have two swords on my knees, one is called Peach Blossom and the other is called Parrot Island, they are made of iron and sharpened with sword intent. They can be three feet in front of me, or they can be miles away. When the sword is out, they are hot, and when the sword intent is carried out, they are cold. One is blue-black and heavy, and the other is as slender as a streamer. ”

Nan Dao said softly: "This is the sword in my hand, it is something that can be described, and the sword in my heart, I don't know how to describe it." What cannot be described, cannot be driven, what is the use of such a sword? ”

- Grass for Hotaru looked at Nandao for a long time, then stood up with a smile, and walked casually along the lake with peach blossoms. After walking for a while, he turned back and looked at Nandao, as if he was about to say something.

Of course, Cao Weiying didn't stand up, he just sat by the big lake with a smile, took a sip of wine, and said something like this.

Nandao sat there in a daze, looking at the young man in green clothes beside him in a daze.

"Am I leaving? What am I going to say to you? ”

Grass asked as Hotaru looked at Nandao with a smile.

Minamijima sat silently, he wanted to say that the grass was not leaving, but just sat quietly under the tree and took a sip of wine.

But the grass was indeed gone, leaving a question in Nandao's mind - what did he want to say?

Nandao clenched the twin swords at his knees tightly, and it seemed that a thousand thoughts came to his mind, but he could not say anything, his lips and teeth were clumsy, and his speech was hoarse, like a newborn child, and the magnificence of the world he saw was indescribable.

At that moment, the boy seemed to be blown by a strong wind, as if he had been drowned by the sea.

But everything passes through the soul, and nothing remains.

It's in the heart!

Everything seems to be contrary to common sense, and it is as if it should be.

"The sword in the heart is certainly something that can be described, something that can be driven." Grass said softly.

Nandao raised his head and looked at the young man in green clothes in a daze.

Cao Weiyi also looked at Nandao for a long time, and then stood up with a smile, and walked casually along the lake with peach blossoms. After walking for a while, he turned around, looked at Nandao, and said softly, "I will go and meet the person who told you the sword in my heart when I have time." ”

It's not a sword in the heart, it's just a sword in the hand that already exists and is described.

The sword in the heart of the grass for Hotaru didn't say anything, but he had already killed a teenager.

Nandao nodded, stood up, and walked towards the outside of Heavenly Town with his sword and umbrella.

"Okay."

......

There was a lot of wind and snow on the mountain trails.

So Zhang Xiaoyu walked very bumpy.

Even the mountain and river sword behind him was taken off and used as a crutch, and he climbed all the way up the mountain.

In such heavy snow, Lingnan is very quiet, but on the mountain road ahead, there are people standing there quietly waiting.

White hair sideburns, listen to the wind and be independent.

Naturally, it is the Lingnan Listening to the Wind Sword School listening to the wind and chanting.

The wind that blew to the south only brought the snow, but no one knew that there was a young white-clothed sword cultivator in the snow that came from the north.

"Why did Senior Brother come to Lingnan today?"

Listening to the wind and looking at Zhang Xiaoyu walking on the mountain road with a sword, he saluted with his sword and called out to his senior brother.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you do it or not.

The important thing is to hold the sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked at the sword in Tingfeng Yin's hand.

The sword has no name, although the name Tingfeng Yin is still somewhat well-known in the world.

Then he looked up at the snowstorm.

There are many hidden sword intents in the wind and snow.

Maybe it's a sword cultivator with white hair on his sideburns like listening to the wind, or maybe it's a young sword cultivator who has seen blood together in Nanyi City.

In short, those sword intents are hidden in the wind and snow.

This is the most commonly taken road to listen to the wind sword faction, listen to the wind stream, and go to Lingnan in the world.

That's how Zhang Xiaoyu went.

So the white-clothed sword cultivator pulled out the sword in his hand and knocked the snow and wet mud on the sword on a mountain rock on the side. Then he said softly: "I thought Lingnan would be different from the rest of the world. ”

Listening to Feng Yin chuckled softly and said, "Of course it's different, for example, we will still call you Senior Brother, but some things can't stop there." ”

"For example?"

"For example, the identity of the senior brother now is a mountain and river watchman."

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly and said, "So that's the case, so what are you doing here?" Stop me? ”

Listening to the wind and said slowly: "Senior brother is coming, of course we can't stop it, Lingnan is not the East China Sea, and there is no one who can stop senior brother." But we always have to be vigilant. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu took out a letter from his arms, there were bamboo leaves on the envelope, and there was also a sword intent from the Grinding Sword Cliff, he looked at the wind and chant standing in the wind and snow in front of him, and said calmly: "The one from the Grinding Sword Cliff, ask me to send a letter to the mountain." ”

Listening to the wind and chanting, he was silent for a while, put away the sword in his hand, and moved away to the side of the road, and the sword intent in the wind and snow slowly dispersed.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked forward with his sword.

It wasn't until he passed by listening to the wind that this Lingnan sword cultivator with more and more white hair on his sideburns stood in the wind and snow before he whispered, "Will Senior Brother come back?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped in front of Listening to the Wind Yin, and then laughed softly: "I can't come back." ”

Listening to the wind and groaning, he fell silent.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked slowly in the wind and snow.

"It's just a matter of viewing, it shouldn't make my senior brother unable to turn back."

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped and looked back at the sword cultivator who was sitting by the Lingnan stream and listening to the sound of the world.

However, he didn't say anything, just glanced at it, then turned back and continued to walk on the windy and snowy mountain road.

It's just that I don't know what I remembered again, I looked at the wind and snow in front of me and said, "I heard that there are some people from Heavenly Hell in the mountains. ”

"Yes."

"Okay."

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly.

The heavy snow in Lingnan is still falling, and I don't know when it will fall - it is rare for Lingnan to have such a long snowfall.

Listening to the wind and looking at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was heading forward like a screen in the snow.

I don't know if it's my own delusion.

Zhang Xiaoyu's shuriken seemed to have disappeared.

But Tingfeng Yin didn't think much about it, didn't look again, and walked towards Tingfeng Creek on the other side with his sword on his back.

It snows heavily in Lingnan, and naturally no one listens to the wind or the story.

But you can also tell some stories to yourself.