The sword stele left on the first peak is under the top of the first peak, a position of 1,200 zhang.

It was a valley, and the first peak, the Main Sword Pavilion, stood on top of the valley.

Shen Qingmoss did not appear, and may still be busy with many miscellaneous things after the closure of Lingnan.

It was a disciple of a certain exit realm in the Wind and Snow Sword Flat, who led the two of them through the Wind and Snow Trail to this valley.

"Actually, sometimes, we come here to see." The nineteen-year-old sword cultivator, carrying the sword on his back, swept away a snowy branch, walked into the valley, looked back at Nandao with a smile and said, "But that was when I first started learning swords. ”

The disciple named Yuan Sanzhou said with a sigh as he walked.

"It's a pity that after learning swords for a few years, probably those teenagers have no more energy, and they begin to know what position they are in, so they practice what position of the sword."

The valley is very large, but it is also very empty, there is some snow on the slightly inclined valley wall and mountain stones, but because of the angle problem, it is not like the valley in general, there is thick snow, just some thin slanting wind snow, if the sky is bright, it is probably like some fine crystal sand and gravel sticking, but the wind and snow have not stopped, the sky is misty, so there are only some dead vines hanging there.

"If the senior brother had come earlier, in fact, he could have seen some senior brothers practicing here."

Yuan Sanzhou led the way in front and said casually.

"It's a pity that there are no people in the mountains now, and those sword flats are enough, so no one has come."

Yuan Sanzhou stopped in front of him, looked at the open wind and snow at the end of the valley, lowered his head again, looked at the withered colors in the snow under his feet, and said softly: "The stone moss has grown so thick. ”

Probably the people of Lingnan will not talk about how many people they have died, but sometimes when they see those places that no one cares about, they will say a sentence or two, the stone moss is so thick.

Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer didn't speak, they just stopped behind the sword cultivator.

Yuan Sanzhou stopped there for a long time, then turned around and said with a smile: "In front of me is the sword tablet." ”

Nandao naturally knew that there was a sword stele in front of them, although the stele was not big, only more than half a person high, but it would not be buried by the wind and snow.

So this sentence is probably just a sentence that Yuan Sanzhou used to change the topic.

Nandao nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The three of them continued to walk forward.

The sword tablet is at the end of the valley, and the sword tablet is erected by later generations, so it naturally has nothing to do with the seventh senior brother of the sword grinding cliff back then.

It was the South Island that walked and looked around.

Above the huge valley, the First Peak Main Sword Pavilion stood quietly on the edge of the top of the wind-snow mountain, looking quite lonely.

"At the beginning, that Senior Brother of Sword Cliff and Sword Cultivator in the Peak had discussed anything?"

Nandao lowered his head and looked at Yuan Sanzhou in front of him and asked.

Yuan Sanzhou smiled softly and said: "More than a thousand years ago, we naturally don't know, the ancestors in the mountains at that time, they didn't care about the arrival of such a sword cultivator, I heard that something was indeed said, but there was no record left, maybe it was just idle talk, maybe the only thing that was recorded was that he used a sword and defeated the first peak master at that time." ”

Nandao said softly: "A sword defeat is not an amazing thing. ”

Yuan Sanzhou stopped and said slowly, "But this is indeed true. ”

On the side, Lu Xiaoer held the sword and asked puzzledly, "Why?" ”

Yuan Sanzhou said in amazement: "Because the senior brother at that time had not yet practiced, and the peak master of that generation was also a person who had entered the Dao, the cultivation world at that time did not have a detailed division of the cultivation realm, so no one knew what realm the peak master of that generation was, but according to the consistent situation in Lingnan, it should be about the beginning of the path today." ”

The little boy Lu Xiaoer exclaimed: "How is it possible? ”

Nandao was not as surprised as Lu Xiaoer.

The sword of this kind of small path in the world is from the hand of that senior brother.

Before entering the path, it seems that there is no such amazement.

Nandao thought about this, but looked at Lu Xiaoer beside him.

This young man probably didn't know what kind of sword he had learned from that young man in green clothes in Heavenly Town.

Yuan Sanzhou naturally didn't know what Nandao was thinking, but just looked at Lu Xiaoer and said softly: "You should have heard of the matter of killing many cultivators in four feet. ”

Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment.

Yes.

Sword cultivation in the world, naturally, most people know such a sentence.

The four-foot decision is the sword of the seven senior brothers of the Grinding Sword Cliff.

The reason why it is four feet is that when facing the overhaul of those sword intents, three feet is a bit overstretched, so he uses a four-foot sword.

It is worth mentioning that the overhaul of the sword intent he faced back then was his third senior brother, Qinglian.

It was also the last dance of the Retro Stream Kendo against the Way of Sword Intent.

After that dance, the swordsman who held the decisive departure went up the cliff and became a sword cultivator.

Yuan Sanzhou said softly: "So naturally it is possible. ”

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything more, holding the sword in his arms, and looked at this valley that had been silent for thousands of years in a daze.

The valley is full of wind and snow, and there is no trace of any trace of those sword questions from a thousand years ago.

However, the world seems to be full of traces of those sword-asking.

It is in every sword of sword cultivation.

It doesn't matter if the clouds break through the moon, whether the flowers make shadows, or whether the red flies over the swing.

Even if it is a fast sword in the world and a line in the world.

These sword styles are full of traces left by the senior brother who asked the sword back then.

Nandao looked at the snowstorm in the valley, and then said softly: "No wonder the world still calls it senior brother after a thousand years, I don't know how many generations have passed." ”

It's about being a brother, a teacher, and a father.

Senior Brother Seven is not the founder of the sword path in the world.

But he is the one who allows the entire human sword cultivation path to enter another world.

Grinding Sword Cliff Grinding Sword Cliff.

Nandao looked back at the east side of the world.

That sword cliff is indeed above everything in the world.

The three of them walked all the way forward until they stopped at the edge of the valley, in front of the sword monument erected by the descendants.

The stele is naturally an ordinary stele stone, standing on the edge of the high valley cliff for thousands of years, and has long been eroded by rain and snow to a blur.

Only faintly visible handwriting.

Yuan Sanzhou swept away the ice and snow on the monument for the two of them.

——In the thirteenth year of the new calendar of Huai'an, he decided to leave the swordsman and go up the mountain....... Ask the sword...... The sword intent cannot penetrate four feet..... The momentum of its sword is unstoppable, or it is the intention of separation, and it is defeated.....

There are no untold stories.

It's just a very simple and ordinary story.

Nandao stood quietly in front of the monument.

On the side, Yuan Sanzhou looked at Nandao with some apprehension and said, "Senior brother? ”

Nandao came back to his senses, looked at Yuan Sanzhou and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Yuan Sanzhou smiled and said, "I'm worried that Senior Brother will be a little disappointed. ”

Nandao naturally understands the meaning of Yuan Sanzhou.

In such a place where Senior Brother Sword Cliff once left traces, the world will inevitably have some extravagant hopes of finding opportunities.

But Nandao didn't come here for the so-called opportunity, but was just quite curious about this senior brother.

Maybe for him, this shouldn't be a senior brother either.

He is the one who will climb the cliff.

That is, the Seventh Master.

The contemporary cliff master Qiushui is the daughter of the previous generation of cliff lord in red, the red is the daughter of the white, and the white is the nine disciples of the sword grinding cliff in Qingyi.

Counting it, it is indeed a figure of the ancestors.

When Nandao was thinking like this, he suddenly remembered that on his umbrella, there seemed to be several sword intent from the sword cliff, which was the sword intent from Qiu Xi'er.

Yuan Sanzhou and Lu Xiaoer both looked at the young man under the umbrella curiously, and they didn't know why he suddenly squatted down in front of the monument.

Nandao squatted in front of the monument, lightly touching the umbrella surface, and the sword wind in the valley suddenly rose.

Yuan Sanzhou and Lu Xiaoer both took a few steps back in a bit of a panic.

But on the black umbrella, there was suddenly a sword intent circulating, and then it fell into the fingertips of Nandao.

"Senior brother, this is?"

Yuan Sanzhou looked at the rather powerful sword intent in Nandao's hand in a daze, not knowing what he was going to do.

Nandao naturally did not intend to use the sword intent of these sword grinding cliffs to try to draw out some sword momentum that had been silent in the past.

That was naturally an unrealistic thing, after all, when the seventh senior brother went up the mountain, he had not yet gone up the cliff, so naturally he would not react to these sword intent from the Grinding Sword Cliff.

That sword intent stayed at Nandao's fingertips for a moment, and then fell on the stone tablet, and then the entire stone tablet suddenly exuded an incomparably fierce meaning, standing awe-inspiring in the wind and snow.

Nan Dao looked at the stele quietly, and then said softly: "Although I am not here for opportunities, I can also leave some opportunities for the first peak." This sword intent comes from the Grinding Sword Cliff, my sir, the woman who may be the next generation of the Cliff Master. ”

Nan Dao turned his head to look at Yuan Sanzhou, who was stunned on the side, and said with a chuckle: "If someone can realize something from this sword intent in the future, it will be the opportunity of the first peak." ”

Only then did Yuan Sanzhou understand the meaning of Nandao, and said softly: "Yes, this is probably the meaning of Lingnan's hope. ”

Nandao stood up, turned to look at the wind and snow outside the valley, in the wind and snow, a vast expanse, the mountains were covered with snow, and the sword picked the frost and wind.

After watching it for a long time, Nandao said softly: "I told Lu Xiaoer at the beginning that the hope of Lingnan will only be in Lingnan. ”

Lu Xiaoer stood aside holding his sword and looked at his uncle, the young man's uncle.

Yuan Sanzhou laughed softly and said, "But there must be someone who lights the fire first." ”

Nan Dao looked at this junior disciple who was four years older than himself and said, "I have already lit the fire. ”

Yuan Sanzhou was stunned for a long time before he realized that Nandao was going to let himself be the first to test the sword.

After hesitating for a long time, Yuan Sanzhou said softly: "It's better to leave it to the later juniors." ”

Nandao raised an eyebrow and said, "Why?" ”

Yuan Sanzhou laughed softly, looking at the wind and snow outside the mountain, looking at the wind and snow in Lingnan, and looking back at the old wind and snow in the valley.

"Lingnan still has a long way to go, my young spirit has been smoothed out, it is better to be an old-fashioned person - senior brother should know that the world is always alternating between the old and the new, our generation, although it still looks young, but it has also been drinking the wind and snow for almost ten years, after all, the mind is light and cold."

Yuan Sanzhou said softly: "Someone has to keep some of the old." ”

Nandao said slowly: "I thought it would be your master and them. ”

Yuan Sanzhou said with a smile: "They are the old people, and we are the old people." ”

This nineteen-year-old sword cultivator said, walked to the edge of the valley, and looked at the wind and snow sword flat under the mountain.

"We are the last generation, the purest Lingnan sword cultivator."

Nandao was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "Yes." ”

If you go high, you will inevitably forget the world.

Lingnan Sword Cultivator, who has always lived in the world and watched the wind and snow in the world, is naturally the purest cultivator in the world.

"Then let's start spring next year."

"Hmm."

After the beginning of spring, there are many stories.

But for Lingnan, it's just a story of the old and the new.

The three of them began to walk back.

Yuan Sanzhou carried the sword on his back, but his steps were much brisker, and he was still leading the way for the two of Nandao in front.

The wind and snow were very heavy, and in a short period of time, the traces of those arrivals had been covered a little lightly.

Nandao was naturally wearing an umbrella, and Lu Xiaoer was also wearing a dog-eared hat, only this first-peak disciple who didn't bring anything with him simply walked in the snow.

Snow-drenched white head, it looks like the old man he said he said.

But he naturally didn't have such thoughts.

When he led the way to Nandao before, he practiced swords in the wind and snow in Jianping, so naturally he didn't bring anything to cover the snow.

The three of them walked along the road they came, Yuan Sanzhou turned his head to look at Nandao under the umbrella, and said, "I heard that Senior Brother is the one who wants to go up the cliff?" ”

Nandao nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"When?"

Nandao said softly: "Naturally, you can only go up the cliff when you can go up the cliff." ”

This sentence is like a nonsense.

But it is the truest portrayal of the sword cultivation in the world and the high cliff.

Naturally, only those who can go up the cliff can go up the cliff.

Yuan Sanzhou turned his head, looked down at the mountain snow under his feet, and said softly: "Actually, I also want to go to the East China Sea to have a look, but when I think about it, if I go there, I can't even go up some of the lowest steps, it will be too embarrassing." So after thinking about it, I still broke off this idea. ”

Nandao chuckled and said, "I thought you would stay in the mountains if you were to keep the old ways." ”

Yuan Sanzhou said with a smile: "Naturally impossible, keeping the old is just guarding some things in the past, and not trapping yourself in the mountains, Lingnan actually has many people wandering around the world every year, and then when the New Year is approaching, they rush back in a hurry." ”

"I see," said Minamijima. ”

Yuan Sanzhou didn't know what he thought, but he tilted his head to look at the little boy Lu Xiaoer on the side.

"Are you going home for the New Year?"

"Huh?"

Lu Xiaoer looked at Yuan Sanzhou and didn't know what it meant.

Yuan Sanzhou smiled and said, "The previous junior brother was the one who asked you how your cultivation was, and he wanted you to come to the first peak for the New Year, and asked about some details of your cultivation. ”

Lu Xiaoer was stunned and said, "What is he asking for?" ”

Yuan Sanzhou couldn't stop smiling and said, "In the spring of the coming year, I will go back to the village and brag to the people in the village." ”

The little boy was speechless, and then said: "I went home for the New Year last year, and I won't go back this year, but I won't come to the first peak either, I want to celebrate the New Year with my master and them in the Sword Sect." ”

"Okay then." Yuan Sanzhou said with some regret.

It can be seen that Yuan Sanzhou probably also has this idea of returning to the village under the mountain to brag to others.

The three of them left all the way.

......

Under the wind and snow eaves of the main sword pavilion above the first peak, there were two people standing quietly.

One is the first peak master Shen Moss, and the other is the second peak master Sang Shanyue.

Although Shen Moss didn't go to see the South Island, he wasn't very busy either.

It was useful for Nandao to listen to what Wind Creek had to say.

The wind and snow in Lingnan are still falling, and the wind and snow in Lingnan have stopped.

When they walked through those sword flats from Nandao, Shen Qingmoss and Sang Shanyue were already standing under the eaves of the Sword Pavilion and watching.

Such a teenager, they are naturally reluctant to interfere with anything.

Maybe it's like what the old Jianxiu and Mei Xiyu of the second peak said - it's nonsense to talk about life and ideals, and it's obviously an extremely bastard behavior to mislead people when they are seventy or eighty.

Of course, this is not to say that the old man's story is meaningless.

In layman's terms, it's called an old story, and in a more formal way, it's called history.

Every old sword cultivator, of course, is the tail of history.

All will be tails.

Maybe it's like Le Chaotian said.

We must give courage to young people, and we must also give ourselves perseverance.

In order to make the world continue to trial and error and return to the center, go up.

The two of them watched quietly for a long time, and it was not until Nan Dao left the sword intent on the sword tablet that there was finally some sound under the eaves of the silent sword pavilion.

It was a deep moss, like a long silence between his lips and teeth, and gave birth to a moss-like voice, accustomed to silence - probably he also wrote a sentence when he was a teenager, such a vulgar poem that he didn't realize how long they had been silent until he kissed the moss on his lips, and had such a name.

"Is that the sword intent of the Grinding Sword Cliff?"

Sang Shanyue nodded and said softly, "It should be." ”

Shen Qingmoss said slowly: "So when you walk around the world, you are probably walking on the road of the Sword Grinding Cliff. ”

"The world has long been a sword grinding cliff." Sang Shanyue said with some sighs, "Lingnan should have been a sword cliff a long time ago. ”

The Grinding Sword Cliff that brings the way of sword intent to others is just like the Hangu View that brings the avenue to the world.

The countless places of cultivation in the world, speaking of which, are naturally Hangu Temple.

Therefore, the Sword Sect is probably all grinding the Sword Cliff.

This is the shadow.

Also seeds.

Until everyone walks high, far away, and never sees the world again.

Maybe the whole world will go very well and far, and I will never see the weak self who struggled in the wind and rain of the years.

"Go up." Shen Qingmoss said softly, "It's good. ”

Hope is endless, and those who have hope are happy.

Sang Shanyue agreed, so she didn't say anything more about Shen Qingmos's words, but just looked at the three people in the wind and snow in the valley below.

"What's that disciple's name?"

"I don't remember before, but after April, I remembered, called Yuan Sanzhou."

"Nineteen years old, he is already very good in Lingnan, and he will be the peak master of the first peak in the future?"

"No, the peak master of the first peak will be handed over to his future juniors." Shen Qingmoss said calmly, "He is suitable to be a mountain ranger. ”

Sang Shanyue said slowly: "Lingnan will still patrol the mountains in the future? ”

Shen Moss looked at the entire wind and snow Lingnan.

"Yes, until the story of the old Lingnan is completely forgotten."