Of course, green peppers will not be as sad as the little teenagers.

After Nandao told her the news of the collapse of her house, the woman in red just calmly put down the chopsticks for the four little ones, and then opened the door and walked outside the building, standing on the wind and snow corridor and watching quietly.

Le Chaotian and the others also staggered out one by one with wine glasses, lying upstairs and watching.

Nandao looked at the four little ones who were staggering and staggering, and looked at the wine jars on the side with a strange expression—both jars were empty.

Sure enough, people who get drunk with one cup often end up drinking more than one glass.

During the time that he and Lu Xiaoer left, it is estimated that these people were taken by Le Chaotian and began to indulge.

Nandao also walked outside the door, only to see a group of people lying on both sides of the green pepper, staring blankly at the small cabin that was crushed by the heavy snow in the wind and snow, except for the green pepper, only Zhang Xiaoyu could stand steadily.

Le Chaotian was lying on the guardrail, while raising his hand to pull the money bags with some snow above his head, and said with a vague smile: "You should blame Senior Brother for this matter, he knew that it might collapse, but he just didn't say it." ”

Qingjiao turned her head to look at Nandao, probably remembering the sentence Nandao said when she was building a house before, "I don't know if the wind and snow are big this year".

Naturally, Nandao has said it, but it may not be so clear.

As it turned out, this year's blizzard was really big.

Qingjiao looked at it calmly for a long time, didn't say anything, just turned around and walked back to the building, picked up his sword, and then went downstairs, quietly walking towards the collapsed wooden house in the wind and snow.

Lu Xiaosan held the wine glass with a red face, looked at the woman in red in the snow, and asked puzzledly, "Is she going to live there tonight?" ”

Whether a cultivator has a house to live in or not is not that important.

If it is in the East China Sea, in the Liuyun Mountain Range, the sword cultivators can sit in the mountain and stone forest at will, and the sword intent protects the body, and the rain and snow in the world are naturally inaccessible.

But this is in Lingnan, others happily live in a small building, and you are making a bunk in the mountains, which inevitably looks a little miserable.

The five little boys looked at the back of the woman in red, and they really felt a little miserable.

It's also a little unbearable.

Le Chaotian just laughed softly and said: "It was this snowstorm that made her house collapse, not us, if she really needed help, she wouldn't just leave quietly, if she didn't say it, we naturally couldn't speak." Compassion and sympathy for a sword cultivator for no reason can sometimes be misunderstood as an insult or contempt. What do you think, brother? ”

When Nandao heard this, he subconsciously looked at Le Chaotian, but found that he was not looking at himself, but at Zhang Xiaoyu who was standing with a sword on his shoulder.

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head and looked at Le Chaotian calmly, and then said slowly: "Yes." ”

Lu Xiaosan and the four of them were already drunk, even if they weren't drunk, they were ignorant, only Lu Xiaoer turned his head to look at this white-clothed sword cultivator who didn't say much tonight.

I don't know why, he always feels that Uncle Le's words seem to mean something.

Maybe it's just my own delusion.

Lu Xiaoer thought so, because after Le Chaotian finished saying that, he raised the wine glass in his hand again—the wine in it had almost spilled.

He drank the wine from the bottom of the glass in one gulp, and then staggered back to the fireplace in the building.

The four little ones also ran in, Lu Xiaoer glanced at Nandao on the side, and then at Zhang Xiaoyu who was not far away.

In any case, there was always a three-foot distance between the two.

It was the length of that mountain and river sword.

Lu Xiaoer looked at it for a while, then turned around and walked into the building, sat at the door with a sword, and then pulled the door up.

So it was separated from the wind and snow, and it was also separated from the liveliness.

The wind and snow are howling on the corridor, some people are holding umbrellas and carrying swords, and some people are just carrying swords.

The two of them quietly looked at the woman in red who stopped in front of the collapsed wooden house.

"Donghai Sword Cultivator, why did it appear here in Lingnan?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.

Nandao said calmly: "Listen to the wind and chant senior let him stay here. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu then understood why.

After all, he also had blood on his sword when he came.

"She doesn't look like the house is built very well." Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly and said, "If I come, I will definitely be able to build better than her." ”

Nandao turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaoyu and said slowly: "Senior brother can also build a house?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said proudly: "When I was in Nanyi City, I played cards in order to make some money, and I Zhang Xiaoyu also did everything. ”

Nandao looked at him quietly, and Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly as he spoke.

"It's a pity that you can't settle down by building a house."

"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves?"

Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head to look at Nandao and said, "Where did you hear this sentence?" ”

Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "When I was okay before, I flipped through Chen He's biography and saw it. Have you heard of it? ”

"Not really." Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile, "I just think it's very interesting." ”

Nandao was silent for a while, and said, "So what kind of wind and snow collapsed the house that Senior Brother once had?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the green pepper not far away and began to clean up the wreckage of his wooden house, and said calmly: "It's the wind and snow in my heart." The wind and snow in my heart are crueler than anything else. When the wind and snow collapse the house, you can pick up the wooden beams, sweep away the snow, and slowly rebuild it. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head to look at Nandao and said softly: "The wind and snow in my heart collapse the house, and it is often impossible to rebuild, when you have seen something, it is difficult for you to find those former love and sincerity that are covered by resentment." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said, there seemed to be some sadness and guilt in his eyes, standing under the eaves of the wind and snow, looking at Nandao deeply, and said: "I sometimes always wonder if the sword at the head of Nanyi City will become a wind and snow that destroys something in the hearts of my junior brothers." ”

Nandao was silent.

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head, laughed softly, and said, "But junior brother, you also have a junior brother, which is a very good thing." ”

It's a good thing, and it's a very happy thing.

Except that sometimes I will be miserable by the senior brother who says one sentence at a time.

Joy is a name that is hard to chill out the atmosphere.

Although Nandao didn't say anything more, the wind and snow under the umbrella were much less.

The same is true of the heart.

The two stood quietly in the verandah outside the building.

The green pepper had cleared out all the crushed pine trees and set them aside, and then began to build a shack that could barely shelter from the wind and snow.

There was a small figure downstairs who walked out with a lamp, it was Lu Xiaoyi, the senior sister of the Little White Sword Sect, and as for the others, it was estimated that they were already rolling around the fireside with a drunken smile.

Lu Xiaoyi was carrying a small warm lamp and warming his hands with hot air, so he stood aside and helped the green pepper shine on the snowy night.

Qingjiao didn't use any heaven and earth vitality or sword intent to disperse the wind and snow, but just built a shack within a few feet of those lights.

This scene in the alpine wind and snow is very similar to the world.

Maybe it's the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it with a sigh, then looked up at the snow-covered money bag hanging under the eaves, thought about it, and said, "Can you give me a few?" ”

Nandao was silent for a while and said, "This is the junior brother's money." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly and said, "Then forget it, if it's yours, I'll pick two like fruits." ”

"If you want to pick it, it should be no problem, the junior brother has a lot of money, and a few months ago, he ran to the top of the canyon and fell down to play."

Zhang Xiaoyu imagined that picture, but smiled with some amazement: "That's really good." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu's reaction did not surprise Nandao, in Nandao's imagination, Zhang Xiaoyu should have this reaction.

This white-clothed sword cultivator who has played cards in Nanyi City for many years, and then left in a dashing manner, seems to be still the same as he was at the beginning, and it seems to have changed a little.

What is hidden has changed.

In the past, Zhang Xiaoyu hid resentment and entanglement.

Now what is hidden is joy.

So it became very calm and calm.

Just as the river has gone from the rushing spring to the lonely winter, the fish in the river have also fallen silent.

So although Zhang Xiaoyu was amazed, he didn't reach out to pick up a few money bags, but just stood on the corridor with his arms crossed, looking at the world quietly.

The room behind the two was still steaming, the lights were warm, and the little teenagers were drunk and having fun, probably Lu Xiaosan was running after Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaowu chasing Le Chaotian, asking him to sing songs to them.

Le Chaotian probably compromised in the end, so he ran downstairs and moved some things up.

Began to bang and sing.

It's about a cheerful look.

It's just a door, the wind and snow are falling, and I can't really hear the lyrics in it.

Nandao turned back, leaning against the guardrail with an umbrella, chuckling softly at the silhouette inside.

Zhang Xiaoyu also turned his head, looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Le Chaotian Le Chaotian, probably he is really happy." ”

Nandao turned his head, but Zhang Xiaoyu had already turned around, jumped off the small building with the guardrail, stood downstairs in the wind and snow, looked up at Nandao, waved his hand and smiled, and walked into the distance.

"Senior brother, I'm leaving."

Nandao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was far away in the wind and snow in silence, and said softly: "Okay." ”

It was probably the sword intent of the white-clothed sword cultivator who disturbed the wind and snow, maybe it was because he heard the sound outside, Lu Xiaoer opened the crack in the door and looked at it secretly.

So Nandao heard the voice inside.

"Fish are also wild. By chance, the world is dusty, and the white-clothed family is in the house. There is wine but pouring the soil of Nanyi, who will be a teenager with this intention. He did not believe and became a confidant. The blue-eyed singing is not old, and he wipes away the tears of the hero in front of the honor. You don't see, the moon is like water. ”

"Gongjun must be drunk this night. And by him, the eyebrows are rumored, and the ancient and modern are taboo. The life experience is long, why ask, sneering and putting it away. Think, start from the beginning, and repent. One day, the heart is in a thousand catastrophes, and the back of the body is afraid of his life. However, the promise is heavy, and you must remember. ”

Nandao looked through the door that was pulled by Lu Xiaoer, and saw Le Chaotian lying in front of the stove, holding a pipa, playing with his hands, and singing drunkenly.

Three young men gathered around him, holding their cheeks, shaking their heads and listening.

About to see the young man holding an umbrella outside the lights, Le Chaotian laughed softly, plucked the pipa, and said, "The wind and snow are so heavy outside, don't senior brothers come in?" ”

Nan Dao nodded, walked towards the building, and when he stood in front of the door, the young man turned around, and the white-clothed sword cultivator had turned into a small point in the mountain path, and he would soon be out of sight.

......

Even though it has been snowing for several days, there are still some pedestrians walking on the road with umbrellas and puffed bags in Nanyi City late at night.

There was some ice on the river's edge, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated, but the ice did not extend to the center of the river, where the river was still surging and carrying a few small boats, from north to south.

The boy jumped off the guardrail and stepped on the ice by the river, the boy was not heavy, and the ice was very strong, so there was nothing to do and then it broke with a bang, and the boy fell into the river in embarrassment.

Hu Lu pressed the sword in his hand against the snow illuminated by the sparse lights on both sides, and then walked forward, walking for a while, before stopping and looking at the boat not far away.

There was a mouse demon sitting at the head of the boat, and he was boiling wine there.

It's like waiting for something.

It seems that it is just to warm himself.

In short, he sat quietly, looking expressionlessly at the young Hulu standing with a sword by the river not far away.

"I'm no longer in the north of the city, why are you still sitting here?"

Before it was too late, at the gate of the Sword Sect in the north of the city, the young man holding the sword said very sincerely that he would really kill rats and rats.

So the rat went south in a boat.

On the side of the road, the Yangren bought himself a pot of wine and boiled it at the head of the boat.

It was the money in the clay pot.

The rats and rats have long stopped saving money, and they wander around the Nanyi River all day long, eating and drinking.

It's just that maybe it's because I've been thrifty for too many years, and I want to eat a lot of things, and the rats and rats didn't buy them because they were too expensive, so the money used up very slowly.

When the boat was swinging, it was still muffling inside.

If it starts to jingle one day, it's really running out.

Hu Lu didn't care how much money the rat used, just stood quietly on top of the river snow with his sword in his hand.

"Because I have some peace in my heart." Hu Lu looked at the snow and said slowly. "Maybe the brothers told me too many stories, maybe the snow was too gloomy......"

Rat said calmly, "What does that have to do with me?" When the young boy heard some stories, he began to think left and right, and then saw who thought there was a problem? ”

Hu Lu was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "You're right, but I just don't feel at ease. I don't know as much as my brothers, and I don't see as far as they do, so I can't always look at things thousands of miles away like they do. I can only come and see this Nanyi River. ”

While stretching out his hand to roast the fire by the stove, the rat looked up at the heavy snow, and said with a sneer: "It turns out that the Sword Sect will also know to be afraid. ”

"It's not the Sword Sect that's scared, it's me." Hu Lu is very sincere, and the sincerity of the young man may be ridiculous, but it is full of sincerity.

The people of the Sword Sect sometimes don't attack lightly or heavily.

This is especially true of the young men of the Sword Sect.

When the young man sees something, he is easily excited, and he is easy to surge, so with some sincere but paranoid sense of responsibility, he carries a sword to see the world.

So Chen Huaifeng hasn't come to see it for a long time, but Hu Lu has been lingering here.

Rat said calmly: "Then you should lower your posture a little, like your senior brother." ”

"It's my brother who feels guilty, not me." Hu Lu said calmly, "What's more, you should know very well why I came again." ”

There was a pot of wine on top of the boat, but there were two glasses.

There was once a friend of Rat's who had a drink with Rat's here.

So where did the rat's friends go?

That's what Hulu thinks.

When he was sitting in the Sword Sect, he once saw a cyan bird fly away in the wind and snow.

It took a long time for Hu Lu to remember something, but unfortunately the little kingfisher was gone.

So he came to the river again.

Rat looked down at the fire and sneered, "So I can't warm up with a bowl of wine with my friends?" ”

Hulu just looked at her calmly.

The rat sat down leaning on the snow-covered canopy, looked at the snowstorm, and said calmly: "Of course, I will definitely take revenge on your Human Sword Sect. ”

Hulu stood there in silence.

Yes, the word revenge, is irrefutable.

"But I'm not a teenager or girl, and I can see what Chen Huaifeng is worried about." Rat said calmly.

The rat that looks like a girl and a demon has naturally lived for many years.

"Nanyi City is calm right now because it is waiting for a bigger snowstorm from the south."

Rat Rat looked at Hu Lu with great sarcasm and said, "Why do you think I will tell the world about that stupid thing about your Sword Sect under such circumstances?" ”

The wind and snow are whining, Nanyi City is very cold, and the wine of rats and rats may have to be boiled for a long time.

Maybe if it is boiled, it may not be able to dissolve the snow in the heart of the rat and turn it into a peaceful stream flowing away.

"Who knows?" Hulu said.

It looks like it's arguing.

But when such words are spoken, nature already means that they have fallen into the disadvantage.

"I won't let mistakes flow for the sake of some so-called stability, I am a rat rat, a demon in the world, not a disciple of your Sword Sect in the world. I can clearly recognize and see whose fault it is, and I will get it back from whom. Rat said calmly.

"If you really don't want to one day, I'll reveal that." The rat looked at the young man above the river snow, "Then may I ask, your senior brother, your senior brother Huaifeng, why don't you choose to die to apologize?" ”

Hulu stood there stunned with his sword in his hands.

"Talking about guilt all day long, talking about struggle, in the final analysis, is just an unreasonable desire for the world to give birth to some shameful pity from those self-confessed griefs to excuse one's stupid guilt."

The rat looked up and quietly looked at the snowstorm, and said with great calm and indifference.

"If he really feels guilty and really struggles, then why doesn't he die?"

The rat lowered his head, looked at Hu Lu, and said with a sneer: "When you go back, remember to help me ask a question." ”

"You Sword Sect in the world, Chen Huaifeng, Zhang Xiaoyu, or more so-called senior brothers who wander in the world and watch the world, when will you be willing to die if you are unreasonable?"