Of course, although Lu Xiaoer planned such a hot pot so painstakingly, when he shouted and returned to the Little White Sword Sect, he was still beaten by Lu Xiaoxiao, but it was not as miserable as the last time he beat Lu Xiaosan, just lifting his ears and spanking a few times.

The reason for this is actually very simple.

Lu Xiaoxiao originally forgot about their eating hot pot, but Lu Xiaoer's sudden mention of it reminded her again, so she simply beat it up first.

Then he was pulled up by Lu Xiaoer to see the evidence that Le Chaotian smashed the small hot pot.

The fine snow has turned into a cloud of snow.

When the two walked up, Qingjiao sat on the wooden corridor with a sword and looked over there, and then on the other side of the small building, Le Chaotian sat in front of the building that had been covered with a thin layer of snow with a small hot pot, where he was drunk but also smiled and knocked on the hot pot in his arms, Nandao sat on the side with an umbrella and a wine jug, and a lot of hot pot soup was poured around the two, and the smell was rich and attractive.

Lu Xiaoer immediately jumped out with his buttocks covered, pointed to the depressions and holes on the hot pot, and said, "Master, look, that's how Uncle Le smashed it." ”

Sure enough, when Lu Xiaoxiao heard this, he fell down from the upstairs and walked towards Le Chaotian, who was sitting in the snow, and snatched the small hot pot in Le Chaotian's arms.

Lu Xiaoer was secretly happy in his heart, now it's your turn to be beaten, Uncle Shi.

However, contrary to the little boy's expectations, Le Chaotian was not beaten.

After Lu Xiaoxiao snatched the small hot pot in Le Chaotian's arms, the drunken young man looked back at Lu Xiaoxiao and said blankly, "Senior sister? ”

Lu Xiaoxiao snatched the chopsticks in his other hand again, put these two things aside, and while helping him, he sighed and said, "You, you, you, you are such a big person, why are you still like a child." ”

Le Chaotian was helped up by Lu Xiaoxiao, but he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Senior brothers and sisters are here, then I am naturally a child." ”

Nandao was drinking wine on the side, and when he tasted the taste of this sentence, his eyes widened, and he thought to himself, it was too wrong.

Sure enough, I saw Lu Xiaoxiao look over, glared at Nandao, and said, "You don't know how to take care of your junior brother." ”

Nan Dao nodded hurriedly, hung the wine jug in his hand on his waist, walked over and stretched out a hand to support Le Chaotian together, and said, "Okay, okay." ”

However, he still received a little bit of Lu Xiaoxiao on the head.

Several people helped Le Chaotian upstairs and lay down in front of the stove.

Lu Xiaoxiao gave Lu Xiaoer two more times before going downstairs, and did not forget to tell Lu Xiaoer that the snow was too big, remember to go back early.

Lu Xiaoer said in frustration.

It wasn't until Lu Xiaoxiao's figure walked away that Lu Xiaoer looked suspiciously at Le Chaotian, who was sleeping happily in front of the stove with a pillow.

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi, making a tune?"

I screamed several times, but there was no response.

Lu Xiaoer squatted down on the side, looked at Nandao, who was leaning on the door to drink and watch the snow, and said, "Is Uncle Le really drunk?" ”

Nandao glanced back, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know. ”

Lu Xiaoer stretched out his hand and poked Le Chaotian's waist for a long time, but he just fell asleep in front of the stove.

The little boy looked at it for a long time, then sighed, stood up, walked over and picked up his Xiwu sword, stood by the door for a long time, and said with a sigh: "Why didn't Uncle Le get beaten?" ”

Nandao smiled and said, "Probably he is a junior brother." ”

A junior brother who doesn't care about the world, is innocent and pure, of course, he is endearing.

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "I knew that my name was Lu Xiaoliu." ”

Lu Xiaoliu is naturally the smallest.

I probably won't be beaten either.

In short, the two of them worked hard to plan tonight, and Le Chaotian was not beaten, but the two of them were beaten.

Quite frustrated.

It's a pity.

Lu Xiaoer went downstairs with his sword on his back, returned to his original appearance, and left in the snow like a senior brother.

It didn't take long for the wine to really come up, but he suddenly turned over and sat up.

"Senior brother."

Le Chaotian looked at Nandao pitifully.

Nandao looked back at Le Chaotian's appearance, and guessed that he probably wanted to vomit.

After all, falling from the upper floor, it is inevitable that the stomach will turn over and over, and the ability to persist until now is probably because Le Chaotian is a cultivator.

Nandao put down the wine jug, walked over to help Le Chaotian, walked to the wind corridor outside the building, and helped him lie on the guardrail.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Le Chaotian to plummet.

Spit up and a mess downstairs.

After vomiting for a while, there was a snow wind, and the wine woke up a little, but Le Chaotian did not continue to go back to sleep, but lay on the guardrail, tilting his head and looking at Nandao with a smile.

"This hot pot is what my senior brother thinks."

Nandao shook his head and denied it in righteous words.

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

Le Chaotian turned his head back, leaning on the guardrail and looking at the night mountains that were gradually whitening with a smile.

"Actually, if it was Lu Xiaosan, I might really believe it, but he is Lu Xiaoer, so this kind of behavior is naturally suspicious."

Nandao raised his eyebrows and said, "So you're going to do it?" ”

"Nope." Le Chaotian was sincere, "I really forgot about the hot pot in the middle, but when the senior brother suddenly proposed to drink, I woke up again." ”

"Then I drank two glasses of wine and forgot about it."

"Hahaha." Le Chaotian smiled happily and said, "Those who know me, senior brother." ”

Nandao was also there chuckling softly.

After a long while, Nan Dao turned his head to look at Le Chaotian and said, "What's the pity of what's behind the boy?" ”

"What?" Le Chaotian turned his head a little dazedly, looked at Nandao and asked.

"It's the part you said when you sat on the guardrail and knocked on the small hot pot after you got drunk." Nandao thought for a moment and said, "What about the age of Lajiu?" ”

Le Chaotian probably thought about it and said, "I forgot." ”

"Forgot?"

"That's right." Le Chaotian said as a matter of course: "When the wine is drunk, the natural interest is high, there is a feeling, and it is vomited from the bottom of the heart, and the wine is awake, who still remembers what was behind it at that time, and forcibly continued, but it is easy to continue the dog's tail and mink, it is better to be like this." ”

Nandao said softly, "That's right. ”

The two chatted in the corridor for a while, and Le Chaotian yawned, staggered back to the building, hugged the pillow in front of the stove, looked back at Nandao with a smile, and said, "Senior brother, see you tomorrow." ”

Minamijima smiled and walked over to help him pull the open door up a bit, leaving only a small opening to breathe.

It didn't take long for Le Chaotian's breathing to calm down.

In the optimistic world, the junior brother who went to the sky never snored, but just fell asleep quietly.

The woman in red from the East China Sea, who had been looking outside the building for a long time, also returned to the cabin, and in the night snow, a warm orange light came out of the window.

Nandao drank the wine in the pot clean, then hung it on the money bag above his head, sat with his sword in his arms, and began to cultivate sword intent.

The white clothes borrowed from Feng Xue are naturally not their own white clothes.

......

Le Chaotian was not able to see the South Island tomorrow.

Early in the morning, Nandao carried a sword on his back, held an umbrella, and walked in the snow with green peppers, heading towards the Wind Listening Sword Sect.

After defeating Qingjiao with the help of wind and snow yesterday, Nandao can indeed send that letter to Mojian Cliff with confidence.

It's just that when I was walking on the road, Lingnan recently had a strange meaning.

When passing by some sword sects, the sword cultivators I saw often had solemn expressions and walked with swords in the snow.

Above those heavenly domes, there is still a flow of sword intent, just as Lu Xiaoxiao said, this mountain closure may be carried out until after next year.

Until the time I arrived at Tingfeng Creek, there were still many sword cultivators surrounding this place, but the atmosphere didn't seem to be so harmonious.

The sword cultivators are separated on both sides of the Tingfeng Creek, and they look the same as usual, but if you look closely, you will find that the sword cultivators on both sides of the strait are quite different.

One side has a lot of demonic power in the sword intent, while the other side just has the sword intent.

On the creek bridge today, there are not only listening to the wind, but also two other men and a woman.

Nandao naturally didn't know him, so he glanced at the green pepper beside him.

"The younger one is Gu Shanhong of the Amazing Sword Sect, and the other two, one is Sang Shanyue, the second peak master of the Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect, and the other one I don't know, it should also be the peak master of a certain peak among the Little Nine Peaks."

Qingjiao knows some, but not all of them, after all, she is a sword cultivator in the East China Sea, not a Lingnan sword cultivator.

"Gu Shanhong, Sang Shanyue." The South Island has not heard of these names.

It's just that the atmosphere in this place is very heavy, and the two of them stopped not far away, looking at them curiously like some wandering sword cultivators.

The two listened for a long time before they understood what they were doing.

The matter of the Lame Deer Sword Sect is naturally not only fermented in the world outside Lingnan, but also in Lingnan, which has always been united, there have also been many disputes.

Although they had already dispersed the wind of Qingtian Dao in advance, Lingnan was still inevitably in chaos.

The demon cultivators of the various sword sects stood up one after another, with the intention of huddling together to keep warm.

Such a situation is obviously something that Lingnan does not want to see.

Once the demon cultivators are united, it is easy to have many unnecessary conflicts in some turmoil.

That's what this creekside rally is trying to solve.

It's just that so far, the two sides still haven't reached a consensus.

The two of them were watching, and some sword lights came from the sky one after another, falling on the side of the stream.

It seems that it should be the rest of the peak masters of the Little Nine Peak Sword Sect, and their realms range from the three realms of the small path to the seven realms of the small path.

It's a huge Lingnan, but it can't stand up for a great avenue sword cultivation.

The two Sword Sects of Jiufeng Sword Sect and Tingfeng Jinghong, generally speaking, are the backbone of the entire Lingnan, and when all these people came, the chatter on the side of the stream was much quieter.

After all, among those streamside demon cultivators, many of them are from the Little Nine Peak Sword Sect, and when their own peak master comes, they always have to be more restrained.

Although the white-haired Listening to the Wind Yin, who was no longer than the sideburns and white hair, was not the oldest and highest realm among these Sword Sect Masters, it was the highest prestige in the entire Lingnan. After all, he sits by the wind stream all year round, and tells the wind from south to north in the world to Lingnan.

Listening to Feng Yin, he stood in the middle of everyone at this time, looked at those demon cultivators in Xinan, and said slowly: "You are like this, but it is very inappropriate, the world is still watching Lingnan, watching the movement in the south, if Lingnan is in chaos first, the world will only be more chaotic, that is not us, nor is it the situation you want to see." ”

In the Xinan Demon Cultivator, someone said softly: "What the Fengyin Sect Master said, we naturally understand, but the current matter is not a question of whether Lingnan is chaotic or not. ”

The man paused for a moment, looked at the Zhufeng Sect Master, and said slowly, "It's a crisis of trust." ”

"Naturally, we don't want the demon clan to be like back then, hiding in the world, never fixed, but the current thing, we can't help it, the world has not experienced the demon clan everyone shouted and beaten, and lived in the Yellow Mountain Range, so it is naturally difficult to understand our worries. The demon lord once said that ten thousand demons went north and crossed the world, not to be heroes for future generations, but to be mortals for future generations. ”

The man said softly: "We are like this now, we don't want to be heroes in the chaos, but we must always be prepared, if-if everything is really like those rumors in the world, and the sword sect in the world begins to change, we must think about whether the demon clan in the world can still survive in the world like in the past, like mortals." ”

Listening to Feng Yin, he looked at the man quietly and said, "What's your name?" ”

"The seventh peak demon cultivator, the grass bears seeds."

The wind is shaking its leaves, and the grass is bearing its seeds.

Probably a grass demon.

Listening to the wind and whispering: "Yes, the grass naturally has to bear its seeds, so that it can leave hope for continuation in some unexpected mountain fires, but. ”

Listening to Feng Yin, he looked at the demon cultivator named Grass Seeds, and said slowly: "You are still rice in the field, not a barnyard that has been abandoned, just like us. If the wildfire is coming, we will only live and die together. But if the wildfires don't come, and we start wildfires in our own fields, no one wants to see them. ”

Cao Zhizi said softly: "Of course we understand what the predecessors said, but the seniors still haven't made it clear, how can we let the world know and let us believe that we are rice, not barnyard seeds." ”

"Listen to the wind, Lingnan Jiufeng, the masters of all sects, are all here." Gu Shanhong said slowly.

Grass Seed sighed and said softly, "The human world doesn't care about the voices of your sect masters. ”

"In Nanyi City, the dean of the prime minister once came out to scold his mother."

"Yes, it is precisely because the Minister of State has come out to speak out that we can stand here so peacefully, and we need a voice that the world is willing to hear." Standing in the snow by the stream, Grass Seed whispered.

The second snow in Lingnan does not seem to be as heavy as the first.

But it was far heavier than the first snow.

The river was full of wind and snow, and everyone stood against the snow.

After a night's work, there was a sudden creaking sound in the snow without shoes.

The crowd looked in the direction from which the voice came.

A young man with two swords on his back and a black umbrella walked in the snow towards the stream.

It is known to everyone, but has never been disturbed, and it is known as the hope of Lingnan.

Although many people had never seen Nandao, when they saw the black umbrella, they already knew who he was, so no one spoke, but quietly watched the young man come and stop by the stream, as if he had something to say.

Nandao stood under the umbrella, standing by the stream, looking at the people listening to the wind on the bridge of the stream, and also looking at the demon cultivators in Xinan.

The river was silent, and countless eyes fell silently on the young man who suddenly walked out.

"On the fourth day of March this year, I left the town where I had lived for 15 years for the first time and went to Nanyi City." Nandao stood by the stream and said calmly.

"On the fifth day of junior high school, I entered the Tao. At the beginning, there should have been people in Lingnan who had seen that scene. ”

The stream was silent, and no one answered.

The ones that preached on the edge of the preaching floor may not be by the stream, or they may have died outside the city of Nanyi.

Nandao waited for a long time, but did not wait for a response, probably understood something, and looked at the stream and snow with some amazement.

"At the beginning of April, I was about to become enlightened." Nandao continued to whisper, "I know it's like it's a dream, but it's true. ”

"Then at the beginning of April, I encountered something and slept for six months, and it wasn't until September that I woke up on the back cliff of the Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect."

"That's when I became enlightened."

Nan Dao quietly looked at the group of demon cultivators, and then said softly: "Standing here today, I am already a cultivator of the Rain Observation Realm, maybe not that high. But I came here, but I was ignorant, and I came here with a lot of confusion and confusion, even if I count those comatose days, it was only more than nine months. ”

The faces of everyone on the side of the stream were a little shocked, they only knew that the hope of Lingnan was in the Tianya Sword Sect, but they never thought that he would go so fast, and even had already completed the path that most of the sword cultivators in Lingnan had climbed in their lives.

Nan Dao didn't care about the looks on the faces of those sword cultivators and demon cultivators, but still said calmly.

"Actually, at the beginning, I never thought that I would come to a place like Lingnan, as the world says, Lingnan has love, but that is stupid. So I don't want to mention love for such things, and making promises with love will eventually be consumed in the process of fading love. ”

Nan Dao looked at the group of sword cultivators standing against the snow in the fine snow, and said calmly and sincerely: "So I talk about kindness." ”

"When I was in Nanyi City, when I was drinking swords, it was the people of Lingnan who brought me back."

"When I was ignorant and blew some wind to the north, it was Lingnan who helped me carry it."

Nandao clenched the umbrella in his hand, and then pulled out the peach blossom sword from behind him, and held it horizontally in front of him, quietly picking up a stream of wind and snow.

"I don't know what kind of person I will be in the future, but if I live in the world, I will be a Lingnan person."

The blue-black peach blossom sword was inserted into the stream snow with a backhand.

The sword roars endlessly, and the mountains and snow in the world are mighty.

The young man held an umbrella with a sword and stood quietly in the stream and snow.

"In the future, the wind and snow in Lingnan, the South Island will be responsible for it, and it will be carried on one shoulder."