Nandao sat on the corridor of the Little Red Mansion, as usual with sword intent.

The Yuanqi River in the Divine Sea was already extremely strong, crossing the big lake at the intersection point, and surging towards the still unformed Dao Sea in the distance.

The sword intent of the river swam away, like a fish of silver light in the blue sea.

Nandao sat by the stream for a long time, and then walked towards the road tree.

After leaving the customs and becoming a Taoist, Nandao has actually not seen his own Dao Sea and Dao Tree for a long time.

Probably because there are more than years in the mountains.

After walking for a long time, Nandao stepped through the prototype of the Dao Sea, which had gradually gained some depth, and stopped in front of the Dao tree.

Looking up, the trees were full of white flowers, and many of them had absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth and turned into small green Dao fruits, which were hanging on the branches and hidden among the flowers.

When the wind blows through the sea of gods, it looks like a green bell in many flowers.

It's just a pity that there is no sound, just keep dangling.

Maybe it's because of the sound of the voice.

As Nandao thought this, she suddenly heard a soft sound.

At first, he thought it was the voice of the cyan Dao fruit, but after listening carefully for a long time, he realized that this voice did not come from the Divine Sea, but from the outside world.

When Nandao opened his eyes, he saw the peach blossoms on his knees and the parrot islands around him were whispering.

Looking up at the sky above the mountains and snow, there were a lot of sword intents swimming, as if forming an invisible net, and then slowly fell silent.

Nandao looked down at Qingjiao downstairs, the woman in red who had been quietly building her cabin there, also holding her sword at this time, quietly looking at the sky.

"What's that?"

Nandao looked at her and asked.

Qingjiao looked at it quietly for a long time, then lowered his head again, and made a hole in the peeled wooden pillar in front of him.

"Lingnan is closed."

Nandao frowned, but inexplicably remembered Zhang Xiaoyu who arrived last night.

"Closed Mountain, why?"

Green Pepper calmly drilled a hole in the wooden post, then set it aside, picked up another wooden beam, looked at it for a long time, and began to sharpen the pointed end—about a little larger than the hole, so that it would not fall off. Although he didn't use tools such as cartridge angles, the sword cultivation of a small Dao realm always had very good eyes, and it was rare to be able to play the ink line crookedly like Le Chaotian.

"I don't know, it's not because Lingnan is going to have the first Great Dao Sword Cultivation, I think something is probably wrong." Green Pepper said calmly.

Although this sentence is a bit mean, it is also true, if one day, Lingnan will really have the first Great Dao Sword Cultivation, I think they will really choose to close the mountain.

Nandao sat on the corridor of the small building and quietly looked at the sky, and there were still sword lights and sword intent shooting out from time to time on the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and then scattered in the sky like fireworks.

Le Chaotian was probably also awakened by those movements, yawned and walked out, leaning on the guardrail and tilting his head to look at the sword intent fireworks above the mountain snow.

"Hey, what a big move, shouldn't I catch anyone in the mountains?"

Le Chaotian said with a smile, turned his head to look at Nandao again, and said, "When your senior brother came yesterday, there seemed to be blood on the sword, it couldn't be that he did something crazy." ”

Nandao was silent for a moment and said, "I don't know. ”

Le Chaotian looked at it with a smile for a while, and then read it in pieces: "Hide in the small building and become a unity, take care of him in the south, south, west, and north, and care about his winter, summer, spring and autumn." ”

In winter, the lazy junior brother went into the building and wandered around a few times, then walked down with a piano in his arms, swept the snow on the edge of the cliff, and then sat down and played and sang lazily.

"The flying immortals want to go down, and the water hall is full of makeup. Delicate and afraid of spring, across the white, the gate of heaven is not known. The neon clothes are scattered, the muscles and bones are clear, the plum eaves moon, the willow bridge wind, and the red dust in the world. ”

"The heavy door is closed, and the mountain vagina is forgotten. Calling for wine and chewing Qionghua, let the drunk come, and the jade mountain will be poured. Speechless relatively, in the twilight of this year, outside the hut, in front of the jade hall, everywhere is good. ”

Nandao has long been immune to Le Chaotian's habit of playing and singing everywhere, and just quietly looks at the continuous mountain snow.

After a long time, Nandao stood up with his sword on his back and walked downstairs.

When he walked downstairs, Le Chaotian plucked the strings at will, humming leisurely.

However, Qingjiao raised his eyes and looked at Nandao, who walked down with an umbrella, and asked, "You want to go out?" ”

Nan Dao thought for a moment and said, "I'll go to the Sword Sect and ask Senior Brother them." ”

Qingjiao didn't say anything, and lowered her head and continued to play with her cabin.

The snow has just stopped today, and naturally there will be no signs of melting, but it is not as soft as before, and Nandao walks in the snow with an umbrella and goes down the mountain road.

After passing through those snowy paths, Nandao stopped in the courtyard of the Tianya Sword Sect, Wu Dalong held a hammer, stood on the edge of the flat and watched, heard the footsteps in the snow, turned his head to look over, and then smiled: "Why did the junior brother come down today?" ”

Nandao looked up at the sky and said, "Qingjiao said that Lingnan has closed the mountain, and I want to ask the senior brother to see if the senior brother knows something." ”

Wu Dalong shook his head as expected, looked at the sword lights in the distant sky, and said, "It has been snowing heavily for days, and I haven't gone out....."

Wu Dalong seemed to think of something, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Are you worried that it's Senior Brother Zhang's problem?" ”

Nandao didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

Wu Dalong patted Nan Dao's shoulder, smiled, and said, "Senior Brother Zhang is a Great Dao Sword Cultivator from the Human Sword Sect, if this matter is really related to him, the Little Nine Peak Sword Sect will not choose to close the mountain, because it is impossible to keep him at all." ”

Nan Dao looked at Wu Dalong and said, "Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect? ”

Wu Dalong explained: "It is the nine sword sects scattered between the peaks of Lingnan, which have existed for a longer time than the Sword Cliff, and have always been the most important part of the Lingnan Sword Sect. Generally, the Lingnan Sword Cultivator will collectively refer to them as Little Nine Peaks. It's just that after the great battle in Nanyi City, I think there should be only a few thousand people left. ”

Nandao remembered the scene he had seen when he was listening to the Wind Sword Sect.

A huge sword sect, there are only a few disciples left, and there are still remnant swordsmen, high cliffs and lonely winds.

Probably listening to the wind in the world, he also died in the world.

Wu Dalong was also a little emotional, looking at the sword lights above the Xue Ji sky, and said softly: "The Little Nine Peak Sword Sect actually had a glorious time back then, but it was in the era when the Great Dao of the World was born, and the sword cultivators still took the retro flow sword path as the core. ”

Probably just didn't catch up with the tide of the avenue.

So Lingnan has become what it is now.

Nan Dao inexplicably remembered his original conjecture and asked, "Is the seventh senior brother of the Grinding Sword Cliff that the world is talking about from Lingnan?" ”

Wu Dalong smiled with a sigh: "If he was really born in Lingnan, Lingnan would not be what it is now, it is a more famous figure than the Sword Sect in the world, and most of the sword sharpening cliff sword styles are from him." However, he may have indeed visited Lingnan before going up the cliff, because it has always been recognized in the world that the Seventh Senior Brother was a ranger sword cultivator, the master of the core of the retro flow kendo and the way of sword intent, such a character, when he was young, he naturally traveled through the way of the sword in the world before he could become the first person in the way of the sword. If you are interested, you can go to the Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect in the future. ”

"Hmm." Nandao nodded.

The two of them looked at the courtyard of the Tianya Sword Sect for a long time, and Wu Dalong turned around and walked towards the path that led to the sword-casting platform.

Nan Dao looked at Wu Dalong's back and asked, "Senior brother is still forging a sword?" ”

Wu Dalong said with a smile: "There is a heavy snow in the world, there is nothing to do, except for forging swords, there is probably nothing to do." ”

The major events in the cultivation world will not have anything to do with people like Wu Dalong, and the major events in the world, he can only form a part of the micro-end.

That's why it's called a little sword repair.

Small nature has small benefits.

Zhang Xiaoyu should be very envious.

It didn't take long for the sound of clanging to sound in the Tianya Sword Sect again.

Nandao left the Tianya Sword Sect with an umbrella, looked up and looked up, thinking that Qingjiao was probably still busy building a house, otherwise he would still be able to live in the shack he erected yesterday tonight, so he didn't go up to call her again, turned around and walked alone in the direction of the mountain gate.

Qingjiao has probably become the person she despised at the beginning, who doesn't repair swords and repairs houses every day.

Of course, building a house is not in conflict with spiritual practice.

It was only when Nandao first walked near the mountain gate that he found that the woman in red was already walking quietly under the mountain gate.

Nandao raised an eyebrow, looked at her and said, "When did you come?" ”

Qingjiao glanced back at Nandao and said calmly, "Just now." ”

Nandao was silent for a moment, reaching back and flicking his parrot island.

The sword body trembled, and the sword intent spread.

Nandao found that there were some slight sword intent left everywhere in this green mountain, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he would alarm the green pepper.

So what she said about the bloodstains under the mountain gate is probably true?

Nandao withdrew his hand, didn't say anything about it, looked at Qingjiao and said, "I'm going to go to Tingfengxi, maybe I will come back very late, are you sure you don't go back and build your house first?" ”

Qingjiao said lightly: "Without that wooden house, I wouldn't have frozen to death." ”

Nandao was silent for a while, didn't say anything more, and walked away with an umbrella and stepping on the snow on the stone steps.

Heavy snow for several days, the mountain road is not easy to walk, although the world is quiet, but the snow is white everywhere, but there is also a bit of dizziness to see more.

The whole Lingnan is extremely quiet, I don't know if it is the reason for this snow, or the reason for the sword light on the mountain snow.

The two walked quietly among the mountains and snow.

"What are you going to do listening to Wind Creek?"

Green Pepper walked in front and said calmly.

Nandao walked slowly behind with an umbrella, and from time to time snow fell on the branches, landed on the umbrella, made a very dull sound, and slid down again.

"I wonder why the mountain is closed."

Qingjiao turned his head to look at Nandao for a long time, and then said slowly, "You look very uneasy. ”

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

Qingjiao didn't ask anything more, just walked calmly in front.

After walking for a while, the red-clothed woman who walked on the snow with a sword said calmly: "When you enter the realm of enlightenment, you can burn the vitality of the Divine Sea, and with the help of the power of the sword intent, you will turn into a sword light and leave." ”

Nan Dao looked at the woman in red who stopped in front of her and said, "What are you talking about this?" ”

Qingjiao looked back at Nandao and said, "I'm afraid that if you want to escape at that time, you will be obsessed with the word walking all day long, and you will forget the speed you should have as a sword cultivator." ”

Nandao was silent for a moment, and said, "I always feel like you're hinting at something. ”

Qingjiao turned his head and continued to walk forward, saying calmly, "It's just a kind reminder." ”

Nandao creaked through the snow and said, "Lingnan is a very good place, although it seems to you people from the East China Sea Sword Sect that they always seem to have delayed their cultivation because of various things, but this may be the joy of being born. ”

Qingjiao said slowly: "So your uneasiness is just because you're worried about what happened to Lingnan?" ”

Nandao walked in silence for a long time before he said slowly, "Yes." ”

It's just that yes, it's always a little unconvincing.

But neither of them said anything more, and walked quietly in the mountain forest where snow fell.

Although he didn't incarnate the sword light, he finally stepped on the sword wind, and it was not as slow as Nandao imagined.

At noon, the two of them arrived near the snow-covered Tingfeng Creek.

Although the stream is not frozen, the flow of water in the stream also has a sense of blockage, and it is not murmuring, but silent.

There are already a lot of sword cultivators on the side of the stream, and listening to the wind is not there, so those sword cultivators are looking around.

Nandao and Qingjiao stood on the edge with their swords on their backs and listened quietly.

People can't wait, and they start to guess a lot of things.

For example, Zhang Xiaoyu came, came to Lingnan to ask for a sword, and accidentally killed Tingfeng Yin.

is even more daring, guessing what Kamigawa, which has disappeared for a long time, appeared in Lingnan, but the serious injury has not healed, so Lingnan will suddenly close the mountain.

There are all kinds of weird things.

......

Of course it won't come to listen to the wind.

He is at the foot of the southernmost mountain in Lingnan.

There was a man in a black robe with a sword.

The dispatch envoy of the southern part of the Heavenly Prison, Di Qianjun, who was seriously injured by Lin Erliang because of the self-examination of the Heavenly Prison, has only recovered so far.

This Xiaodao Five Realms Sword Cultivator, who was born in the Liuyun Sword Sect, stood quietly at the foot of the mountain, looking at the Lingnan Sword Cultivator who came from Lingnan and the Lingnan Sword Cultivator of the Six Realms.

"I need to know the reason for the closure of the mountains in Lingnan."

Although Di Qianjun's realm strength is not as good as Ximen's, his background is far stronger than Ximen's.

Behind Ximen, in addition to the small Five Swords Sect, he only has Heavenly Hell to rely on.

And Di Qianjun is different, he is from the Liuyun Sword Sect, one of the three major sword sects in the world, and he is also the southern dispatch envoy of the entire Heavenly Prison.

Therefore, the confidence and meaning of speaking are naturally different.

Listening to the wind and yin, he stopped in front of Di Qianjun and said calmly: "This matter is too important, even if it is a heavenly hell, it can't be revealed." ”

Di Qianjun pressed his sword and quietly looked at the sect master of the Wind Listening Sword Sect, and then said slowly: "I have reason to think that Lingnan wants to trap those who are still in the Heavenly Hell in the mountains. ”

Listening to Feng Yin, he smiled softly and said, "Lingnan didn't let them go up the mountain. ”

"What's the point of holding on to such a young man, and even involving the East China Sea Sword Sect?"

"Whether it means or not, it has nothing to do with today's events."

"Dozens of people have died in Lingnan in the Heavenly Prison."

"Lingnan didn't do anything." Listening to Feng Yin, he said calmly, "I know that behind the Heavenly Prison is Your Majesty, but Lingnan didn't make a move, whether it is someone from the East China Sea Sword Sect or Senior Brother Zhang, they are not from Lingnan, and killing someone in Lingnan will only be regarded as a procession and conflict in the cultivation world, and it has nothing to do with Lingnan." ”

Listening to the wind and looking at the sword held tightly at Di Qianjun's waist.

The sword of the Liuyun Sword Sect is out, and if it is not out, it is not out, and there is no meaning of three inches out of the sheath to deter people.

The way of the sword, which comes from killing, is naturally decisive.

But he didn't care, just looked at Di Qianjun calmly.

Di Qianjun pressed his sword indifferently and said slowly: "Lingnan is closed to the mountain, and the entire south is divided, you always have to give a reason." ”

"Of course I know the responsibilities of the dispatching envoy, the dispatch of the southern part of the Heavenly Prison, and the Lingnan area is naturally extremely critical, but the forces in the Heavenly Prison are intertwined, and I can't believe in the Heavenly Hell."

Listening to the wind whispered calmly.

It's just that before the words fell, under the mountain snow, a cold light flashed.

Di Qianjun's sword had already appeared in front of Tingfeng Yin, but with a bang, Tingfengyin's sword also flew out quickly after itself, wrapped in sword intent, and stopped Di Qianjun's sword extremely strongly.

At the foot of the mountain, the sword intent was rampant, and there seemed to be a strong wind in the mountain snow, blowing the two of them to hunt in their robes.

Listening to Feng Yin, he raised his hand to hold the sword, and picked Di Qianjun's sword away with a sword.

"Although I am not the face of Lingnan Kendo, I have been immersed in the Qinglian realm for many years after all."

Listening to Feng Yin, he stood at the foot of the mountain with his sword in his hand, looked at Di Qianjun and said calmly: "If the dispatch envoy wants to convince people with a sword, he is thinking too much. ”

Di Qianjun quietly looked at the wind in front of him.

This sideburn with white hair is slowly climbing upwards, and Lingnan Sword Cultivator, who is always smiling and chatting by the stream on weekdays, is extremely tough at this time.

Di Qianjun has been watching for a long time, but he has also read a lot of things from Tingfeng Yin's extremely resolute attitude.

A South Island, naturally, will not let Tingfeng Yin completely ignore the attitude of Heavenly Hell.

"Let the people of the Heavenly Hell in Lingnan go down the mountain."

"Lingnan didn't let them go up the mountain."

Listening to the wind and chanting, he still said calmly.

The two stood quietly at the foot of the hill looking at each other.

"This matter is more serious than the matter on the twelfth floor that Heavenly Hell is obsessed with." Listening to Feng Yin, he watched Di Qianjun say calmly, then put his sword into the sheath, and turned around and walked towards Lingnan. "Dispatch the envoy, please come back."

Di Qianjun behind him was silent for a long time.

The Lingnan Sword Sect, which has always been gentle and gentle, lives like the rest of the world, and now has such a strong attitude, which is naturally very strange.

Therefore, this Heavenly Hell Dispatcher, who has always been fierce and indifferent, looked at the vast snow-covered mountains, but he also fell into deep thought.

What is happening in this quiet rolling mountain in the south?

With Lingnan's consistent temperament, such a thing may only be related to the general trend of the whole world.

Di Qianjun looked at it for a long time, turned around and stepped on the thick snow, and walked towards Nanyi City.