Turning into sword light and traveling in the world is certainly the fastest way to travel in the world, but after all, it is more appropriate to go far away in the world.

What's more, Chen Huaifeng was already injured, so he naturally fell behind Meixiyu.

It was when Meixi Yu had already accepted some of the story's arrangements in the mountain snow of Qingtian Road.

This disciple of the Sword Sect who brought wind and rain to Meixiyu is still walking around in the world.

It was as if someone had gone out and got wet, but it wasn't until he had already returned, sat down under the eaves and began to cook wine and sit idly that the rain that drenched him fell belatedly.

Perhaps this is the trend of the monastics.

If I should be drenched in the rain.

Naturally, you don't have to hold an umbrella.

In front of Chen Huaifeng, there was indeed a person drenched in the rain.

It was a man holding a boat in an unknown river in the north of the world.

When Chen Huaifeng walked through a certain mountain and came here in the drizzle and twilight, this strange Taoist sitting at the head of a small river boat appeared.

The snow in the mountains of the world has not yet melted, and when this rain falls on the body, it carries a lot of chill to the bone.

Chen Huaifeng glanced at him with the sword on his back, and continued to walk quietly, the Taoist did not speak, just sat quietly at the head of the boat, and the boat slowly followed Chen Huaifeng's advance.

The mountain snow is drizzling, and this scene looks quite weird.

After a long time, Chen Huaifeng stopped, raised his eyebrows and looked at the small boat on the side, and said, "The senior should not seem to be a person from Qingtian Dao. ”

If Qingtian Dao only refers to those Taoist temples in that mountain.

Then anyone can see that this Daoist has no connection with Qingtian Dao.

But what Chen Huaifeng is referring to is naturally more than the mountain.

Qingtian Dao is small, just some Taoist temples like dwarf bamboo in the mountains.

It's big, but it's like many Taoist temples like dwarf bamboo in the north.

A place that has been passed down for many years, after all, there are some disciples who have left the world to open up a new place of cultivation. For example, the appearance of branches and leaves falling apart.

It is called Qingtian Dao, not Qingtianguan.

The Taoist, who looked to be some years old, said calmly, "Yes. ”

Chen Huaifeng stood in the rain with his sword in his hand and looked at the man quietly for a long time.

Although the Taoist at the head of the boat did not hold an umbrella, he was dressed in a coat and sat at the head of the boat like a fisherman, fishing for mountain rain.

The robe under the robe was plain, but there was nothing that could indicate his origin.

"Today's cultivation world shouldn't pay attention to that kind of impulsive righteous qi and mutual assistance, the Sword Sect will not, let alone the Dao Sect, since the predecessors are not Qingtian Dao people, what are you doing here?"

The Zhoutou Daoist raised his eyes to look at Chen Huaifeng and said lightly: "Cultivators like us, walking around the world, never have a fixed place, it is naturally difficult for the world to know what we want to do. ”

Chen Huaifeng did not speak.

The Daoist of Zhoutou stood up, and the robe draped over his shoulders slid down, revealing the Dao robe completely, with some white lines on his shoulders, like flowing clouds, but more like snow.

"But in the end, the world is in the range of Dayi—naturally it won't be a matter of discussing rebellion with you. So people like us, what they want to do, the world can actually guess some of it. ”

As the words of the Taoist fell, in the drizzle, the senior brother who had been quietly in Chen Huaifeng's arms had already come out of the sheath, wrapped in Haoran's sword intent, and suddenly fell into the big river.

In the face of this sudden sword, the Taoist raised his hand and put it on his chest, and there seemed to be a wave in the sea of gods, and at the same time, the Dao rhyme around his body flowed, turning into a Dao literary barrier, stopping the sword.

The mountain snow and drizzle were shaking, and the old Taoist was in the wind and rain, wearing Taoist robes, but he saluted Chen Huaifeng, looked at the sword that was stopped by Daowen, and then raised his hand, the sword intent that had once suppressed Meixiyu was all reversed, and even the senior brother sword was also inserted back to Chen Huaifeng's side.

The old Taoist said slowly.

"Songxueguan, nameless Taoist, please."

......

Nandao also met an old man.

It was when he and Lu Xiaoer walked to the second peak of the Little Nine Peak Sword Sect.

The sword tablet on the second peak is not in the valley of the mountain, but on the edge of a thatched cottage on the mountainside.

This old man was not ninety-two years old, so naturally he was not the old sword cultivator who had sat in that snow valley and watched Chen Huaifeng and Mei Xiyu fight.

Lu Xiaoer originally thought that the old man sitting in front of the Xuelu Monument was a retired mountain ranger, but the young disciple who brought the two of them over denied this statement.

"He is not a mountain patrolman, I heard my uncles say, just an ordinary disciple in the mountains, who wanders in the world all the year round, sometimes going to those northern temples to see, and sometimes going to climb that high cliff."

The young disciple said with a smile.

"Probably when he was old, he still didn't achieve anything, so he returned to Lingnan, built a grass house here, and guarded this monument every day, saying that this was his sword."

"Sword?" Nandao raised an eyebrow and looked at the stone tablet in front of the old man.

This stele is almost the same as the stele of the first peak, but it does not stand on the top of the valley, and it has been blown by the wind and snow in the mountains all the year round, so it looks more upright, but the handwriting on it has been worn to the ground.

The young disciple said, "Yes, he said that this is his sword, so he stays here all day long, sharpening this stone tablet with his own sword intent and sword wind. The uncles in the mountains sometimes come over when they are bored, drink two glasses of village wine with him, and then chat a few words, but most of the time, they ignore him, and the people in the mountains generally call him the old madman uncle. ”

Nan Dao looked at the sword intent around the old man in the wind and snow stone tablet in the distance.

is indeed an uncle.

This is one of the few sword cultivators in Lingnan.

Although Nandao couldn't see the realm of that old sword cultivator, because he had seen the great world in Nanyi City, he was able to identify the level of those sword intents.

Ordinary cultivators tend to only practice beyond the sword intent realm.

Because if the vitality in the Divine Sea is not enough, it will be difficult for the sword intent to be cultivated to a higher level.

There are a few who have a higher realm of sword intent than a realm of cultivation, and most of them have refined their own sword intent through the sword intent of their predecessors.

For example, Zhang Xiaoyu once sat by a pond of river bridges, and tempered his sword intent with the sword intent left over from the three generations of sect masters of the Human Sword Sect.

The young disciple probably secretly said that this old man was an old madman, so when he walked nearby, he laughed twice, and then left on his own.

Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer glanced at each other, and then walked through the windy and snowy trail towards that place.

The location of this Wenjian Monument is not as spacious as the Wenjian Valley of the first peak, but it looks a little regular, Lu Xiaoer used the sword in his arms to pick up the snow under his feet, and looked at some of the dead weeds that had come out of the cracks in the stone under the snow.

This should be the location of an ancient sword flat.

When the two of them were about to approach there, a sword suddenly came through the wind and snow in the grass next to the monument.

Lu Xiaoer's sword was in his hand, and he immediately took a step forward, drew his sword out of its sheath, and faced that sword, but no matter how much Lu Xiaoer was praised by the disciples of the Little Nine Peak Sword Sect, after all, he was only a cultivator of the mountain realm.

Facing the sword of the Xiaodao Realm, he naturally had no power to fight back, and the Xiwu Sword in his hand was instantly swept away and fell into the snow on the side.

The castration of that sword did not abate, and it went straight to the South Island.

Nandao frowned, did not draw his sword, and sank the umbrella in his hand downward.

The umbrella and sword intersected, and the sound was sonorous.

The sword intent flowed sideways, swinging into the wind and snow.

The sword turned back and landed in front of the sword tablet.

Nan Dao straightened the umbrella in his hand again, and then looked at the back of the old sword cultivator by the stone tablet not far away, and said slowly: "What do you mean by this, senior?" ”

The voice of the old sword cultivator slowly came from the front of the monument.

"See if you have any ill will."

"Is there one?"

"Nope."

Nandao was about to move forward, when the old man in front of the monument, dressed in a snowstorm, raised his hand to support the sword and slowly stood up.

Nandao saw this scene, but was stunned.

Old Jian Xiu only had one leg, and the other trouser was empty, floating in the wind and snow.

Lu Xiaoer, who was picking up the sword and was planning to fight the old sword cultivator who would come out indiscriminately, was also stunned.

Old Jian Xiu held his sword, limped towards the edge of the grass house, and then sat down in front of the house.

And the position where he sat before, there was no trace of wind and snow, and the scene of autumn grass decay should have been the autumn grass decay many years ago—the young disciple who brought the two of them over did not say anything about the old man only having one leg.

A person's physical defect is often emphasized in the impression of the world.

Lu Xiaoer put away his sword, gave up his previous thoughts, and walked towards the edge of the grass house with Nandao.

"The seniors should have been sitting here for many years."

Nandao walked to the front of the Lu covered with Lingnan wind and snow, held an umbrella, looked at the old sword cultivator sitting with a sword in the snow by the Lu, and said slowly.

This Lingnan old sword cultivator looked at Nandao quietly with a calm that did not belong to Lingnan characteristics, and then said slowly: "Yes, it has been many years, and that may be the matter of the nine hundred and seventy years of the Great Wind Calendar. ”

Nandao was a little surprised that the old sword cultivator had been sitting here for so many years—it seemed that the story that the young disciple had heard later that he had come back after being old and having achieved nothing, was obviously not accurate.

Nandao looked at the old sword cultivation in front of the stele for a long time, and then turned his head to look at the stone tablet that had been sharpened by the sword intent and was incomparably smooth, and said softly: "So since the predecessors are sitting in front of the stele, why do you want to build such a grass house?" ”

A grass hut that has never been lived in before, obviously a little quirky.

Old Jianxiu sat quietly under the house, looked at the stone tablet and said, "Because I am looking for me, the grass house is my image in the world." ”

Nandao turned his head to look at the old sword cultivator.

This old sword cultivator, who has been sitting in front of the monument for many years, said very calmly: "I look for me, naturally I can't find it out of thin air, life and the world, not duckweed, there are always some places to stay, the world only sees people, it is impossible to determine whether he stays in the world, only when he sees the grass house, will he know that he fell in the world, the so-called homeland is difficult to leave, that's it, so I need something, to let myself stay in the world, in order to know what kind of one I need to settle in the world." ”

Nandao was silent for a moment and said, "How do I find it?" ”

"Grinding a mirror that reflects itself."

Nandao looked back at the stone tablet that had been polished to an extremely smooth surface.

Yes.

The young Second Peak disciple heard the wrong rumors again.

Maybe it wasn't that he heard it wrong, but this old sword cultivator was sitting here and had never told anyone else about these things.

"There is water in the mountains, and there is a sword in the hand." Nandao said softly: "Why do you use it for decades to polish such a mirror?" ”

"The sword moves, the water moves, and the stone is the most silent and quiet thing in the world." Lao Jianxiu sat in front of the house and said slowly: "It carries the history of the world for thousands of years, and it is more distant than passers-by, and even farther than long." If my mind is not still, I have to restrain myself with something still. ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "So why did the seniors look for 'me'?" ”

Old Jian Xiu looked at Nandao and said calmly, "Do you know why I will shoot my sword at you in the first place? ”

"My seniors want to see me, and I have no malice."

"Yes." Old Jian Xiu said softly: "How can people in the world have no malice? How can the world not be greedy? When people in the world see a big and round watermelon on the side of the road, they will have the slightest idea of taking it for themselves, even if everything has not been put into action, but who can say that they have a clear conscience? ”

Nandao stood there stunned.

"So I'll talk to you a lot of things." Old Jian Xiu glanced at Lu Xiaoer, the little boy who had been listening blankly on the side, and then looked at Nandao quietly, and said, "We are the same kind of people. ”

Nandao naturally knew what kind of person he was talking about.

From the very beginning, when Lao Jianxiu said that I was looking for me, Nandao already had a guess in his heart.

Twelfth floor.

"Did the seniors have evil thoughts?"

Old Jian Xiu didn't answer this question, just pointed at his trousers with the sword in his hand, and said slowly: "This is my restraint." ”

That leg was cut off by Lao Jianxiu himself.

"I failed." Old Jian Xiu looked at the wind and snow and said calmly: "But I also understand something." ”

Nan Dao looked at the old sword cultivator and said, "What is it?" ”

"The realm of the trail is the realm of climbing the tower." Old Jian Xiu said very calmly.

The South Island seems to understand something.

Yes, the realm of the trail is the realm of ascending the tower.

However, there are only nine realms in the world.

I want to be higher than the heavenly test.

You need to climb a higher building.

The so-called path to immortality on the twelfth floor is naturally another path based on the path of human cultivation.

Old Sword Cultivator didn't have the talent to climb the realm of the ninth floor, so naturally there was no need to mention the higher realm.

Nandao thought about what the young disciple had said earlier—to climb the cliff of the world.

"How did the seniors fail?"

Nan Dao looked at the old sword cultivator and said.

Old Jian Xiu quietly looked at the wind and snow in the world for a long time, and then said softly: "Climbed the cliff and borrowed the sword intent to forcibly cut off something. So those evil thoughts that were hidden and blocked flowed backwards. ”

Although the little boy Lu Xiaoer couldn't understand the communication between the two, he could also hear the frightening meaning in the meantime, and after a long silence, he said softly: "So the senior is really crazy?" ”

Old Jian Xiu said calmly: "Naturally, he is crazy. ”

How could such a calm sword cultivator who restrained himself in front of a mirror that had not yet been sharpened be a madman?

Lu Xiaoer was a little incomprehensible.

Old Sword Cultivator looked at the two of them and said calmly, "At least in the first ten years, yes - in the first ten years, I killed some fellow cultivators. ”

Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.

Lingnan never knew about these things.

"Why?"

"Why?" Old Jianxiu chuckled softly and said, "Just like you covet someone else's watermelon on the side of the road, the world just thinks about it, but I am the one who stole it and ate it." When you stand on the edge of a cliff with someone, have you ever thought about pushing him down? At that moment, it is difficult for people in the world to resist, but they will also be bound by all the morality and ethics in the world, and they will not do such a thing. But we won't. We aspire to be real people, and real people are naturally not me or you, and they are human beings who have abandoned all definitions. We will go through a period of repetition and forgetfulness without any moral constraints. ”

Lu Xiaoer stood in the wind and snow in a daze.

"So you're from the twelfth floor."

It's hard to see people on the twelfth floor in the world.

Unless he's become insane.

The second peak asked the old sword cultivator in front of the sword monument, it was such a person.

Nandao raised his hand and touched the little boy's head, and then said softly: "So the seniors have already restrained themselves?" ”

Lao Jianxiu said calmly: "To the extreme, keep quiet, all things are done together, I will observe and recover." Whether I've really restrained myself or not, I don't know, but my sword hasn't left the grass for a long time. ”

Nan Dao quietly listened to the sermons that Old Sword Cultivator said.

The peach blossoms in the Divine Sea also suddenly opened their eyes, and raised their eyes to look at the quaint Dao scroll above the Heavenly Dome of the Divine Sea.

When Lao Jian Xiu recited those Taoist texts, the Dao scroll slowly turned to a certain page in the wind of nothingness.

——

To the void, keep quiet, all things are done together, I look at the recovery. There are many things and things, and each one returns to its roots. In the final analysis, it is said to be quiet, it is to restore life. Returning to life is said to be normal, and knowing is often said to be clear. I don't know what is usual, I am reckless, I am fierce. Knowing Changrong, Rong is the Gong, the Gong is the king, the king is the sky, the sky is the way, and the Tao is long. Dead.

——

Nan Dao looked deeply at this old sword cultivator who restrained his body with severed limbs and restrained his mind with stones, and it took a long time before he said softly: "The predecessors may not be able to become immortals, but they may not be unable to attain the Dao. ”

When Lao Jianxiu heard this, he finally laughed, clapped the sword in his hand, patted his empty trousers in the wind and snow, and kept chuckling, and kept laughing for a long time before he looked up at the world beyond the wind and snow.

"Whether you become an immortal or gain the Tao, in the end, you are not as good as a world person who walks freely between the ridges and looks at his newly planted seedlings with a smile."

Lu Xiaoer said softly: "People in the world who walk among the ridges sometimes look at the seedlings they have planted with a smile, but many times, they are worried about the rain. ”

Old Jian Xiu smiled and said, "Isn't worrying about the rain more free and peaceful than worrying about such an unknowable thing?" ”

Lu Xiaoer fell silent.

Standing in the snow with an umbrella, Nandao whispered, "I don't know." But I'll take a look. ”

Old Jian Xiu looked at Nandao quietly, didn't say anything, held his sword, limped to the sword stele that was extremely smooth, and there was nothing left, and sat down quietly.

It means that the conversation has ended.

Nandao didn't say anything more.

A stele that has been sharpened by the old sword to nothing, naturally there is nothing to look at.

Holding the umbrella, he turned and walked in the direction he came.

After walking for a long time, the little boy next to him said softly: "Uncle Shi is also from the twelfth floor?" ”

"Yes."

Nandao did not hesitate, did not hesitate, and said very calmly and with certainty.

It's like having eaten today.

The little boy didn't say anything, just fell silent.

After a long time, the voice of the young man came from the mountain snow.

"I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Hmm."