Wind and snow.

Le Chaotian was holding a stove in his hand and was downstairs in the snow, carefully taking care of the peach blossom. I am afraid that one of the peach blossoms will have too much snow and cause the branches to be crushed.

Since this peach blossom has grown many new branches, Le Chaotian has begun to have a strong hope that it will grow into a real peach tree.

was on vacation by the grass for fireflies, and Lu Xiaosan, who had nothing to do, roasted the stove downstairs on the side, holding his cheeks and watching Le Chaotian.

"Uncle Shi, if you look at it, you don't see any more tricks in these peach blossoms, what are you looking at?"

Lu Xiaosan was very puzzled by this behavior.

Le Chaotian held the stove in the snow, and circled around the peach blossom for a long time, before he turned back downstairs step by step, patted the snow on his body, and pinched the face of Lu Xiaosan, who was sitting on his cheeks, and said, "What does the little kid know." ”

Lu Xiaosan was flattened, obviously unconvinced, raised his hand and pulled away Le Chaotian's hand, snorted twice and said, "Then I want to hear what you know about this tune?" ”

The little boy's uncle stopped screaming, and returned to the most classic stage of making tunes.

Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan, who was obviously resentful, thought for a while, and said: "If you are a person who likes to cook, do you want to see the ingredients on the ground suddenly become dishes in the pot, or do you want to ..... a little bit yourself?"

Lu Xiaosan interrupted Le Chaotian's words and said, "I don't like cooking, I like to be trick-or-treating." ”

Le Chaotian said: "Okay, okay, then suppose, if you want to plug my gourd silk with mud, do you want to plug it little by little by yourself, and then hide there and wait for me to blow it to make yourself mud, or my gourd silk suddenly sealed itself by mud, and then I blow myself covered in mud?" ”

Lu Xiaosan pondered for a while and said, "Then I will definitely have to plug it myself." ”

Le Chaotian smiled and said: "Yes, so I have to take care of it myself, and when it grows up, I will proudly pat my chest to the world and say that I grew up." ”

Lu Xiaosan suddenly realized and said, "So that's the case. ”

Le Chaotian still looked at Lu Xiaosan with a smile, took the gourd silk from his waist, and said, "So when did you plug the slush on my gourd silk?" ”

Lu Xiaosan laughed awkwardly twice and said, "When Uncle Shi was sleeping before, how did Uncle Shi know?" ”

Le Chaotian sighed and said, "You also know that I make tunes, I touch this thing every day, and you stuff so much slush in it, I can't touch it?" ”

In Le Chaotian's sigh, there are quite a few things that this kid is very smart, but he is a little stupid.

Lu Xiaosan scratched his head and said sincerely: "I must pay attention next time, next time I will switch to cotton wool with powder." ”

Le Chaotian knocked Lu Xiaosan's head with the gourd silk in his hand, "Next time, next time, I'll let your master blow it directly." ”

It's just that even if Lu Xiaoxiao is allowed to blow it, Lu Xiaosan will probably block it.

Le Chaotian cleaned up the mud in the gourd silk, walked upstairs, and said, "Today is still learning the piano?" ”

Lu Xiaosan naturally will not forget his original idea, the high cliff caress the qin, and ten thousand swords come.

That's why I ran to this side of the canyon with the snow.

It's just that Le Chaotian has been tinkering with those peach blossoms before, so he is waiting here for the fire.

At this time, when he heard Le Chaotian say this, he didn't even care about the stove that he had worked so hard to move, and followed Le Chaotian upstairs, and said with great certainty: "Just learn the piano." Summoning ten thousand swords while playing the piano is exciting to think about. ”

Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Is it possible that you are standing on a high cliff and playing the flute, maybe it is more exciting?" ”

When Lu Xiaosan thinks about it like this, it seems that it is indeed true.

"But Uncle Shi, can I recite the name of the sword at the same time when I play the flute?"

Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment and said, "Probably not." ”

Lu Xiaosan sighed.

There are some sighs in this sigh that although this uncle is quite smart, he is a little silly.

The uncle and nephew stood in the middle of the building with wide eyes and stared at each other.

Then he pretended that nothing had happened and walked towards the corridor outside the building.

The piano was placed in the corridor.

It's been a long time since this snow, and it's still going on.

As far as you can see, there is no Lingnan anymore, just wind and snow.

Le Chaotian hung the gourd silk on the side of the money bags above his head, but sat in front of the piano, seriously teaching the little boy how to play the piano.

Although Lu Xiaosan said it well before, as he learned, his eyes fell on the wind and snow outside.

Looking at everything that was white and in a daze.

It wasn't until Le Chaotian coughed several times that Lu Xiaosan came back to his senses, turned his head, and saw Le Chaotian looking at him with a smile.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Xiaosan's eyes rolled and said, "I see that the wind and snow are too big, and I am worried that Senior Uncle Nan and Senior Brother will not be able to find their way back." ”

Of course, he was not thinking about this, but thinking that maybe suddenly a snowbird would pass through the wind and snow, and suddenly hit his head on the corner of the eaves, and then he would run down and pick it up with joy, and then roast it on the spot and eat it.

Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "So that's the case, but I'm curious, is it your senior uncle who will make you drool with worry, or will your senior brother make you drool with worry?" ”

Lu Xiaosan hurriedly turned his face away, raised his hand and wiped it on his mouth very quickly, and said righteously: "Uncle Shi, how can you smear people's innocence out of thin air? ”

Le Chaotian just sneered.

Lu Xiaosan smiled and said, "I'm definitely not distracted, Uncle Shi, you continue, you continue." ”

Le Chaotian didn't really mean to be more serious with Lu Xiaosan, so he raised his hand again and stroked the strings.

It was only the ten fingers that began to stroke the qin in front of him, but Le Chaotian's expression changed, and the ten fingers suddenly pressed on those strings as if they were uncontrolled.

The sound was terrible, and the whole building was in an uproar.

Lu Xiaosan hurriedly covered his ears and said aggrievedly: "Even if I just got distracted, there is no need for you to punish me like this, uncle......"

Lu Xiaosan was halfway through his words, but he stopped in a daze.

Le Chaotian, who was sitting in front of the piano, looked extremely pale, and the corners of his lips were constantly dripping with blood, dripping on the strings in front of him, and those white strings soon turned red.

Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a long time before he looked at Le Chaotian, who was bending down in front of the piano and coughing incessantly, and said timidly: "What's wrong with Uncle Shi?" ”

Le Chaotian raised his hand to cover his lips, coughed for a long time, and then put down his hand, pale but also calmly sat in the wind and snow corridor, looked at the world and said softly: "It's nothing." ”

Lu Xiaosan naturally saw that Le Chaotian's current situation was very bad, so he hurriedly stood up and said, "I'll go find Master to show you." ”

Le Chaotian shook his head and reached out to grab the corner of the little boy's clothes.

"No, it's not a big deal, I'll be fine in a while."

Lu Xiaosan stopped, looked at Le Chaotian hesitantly for a long time, and then sat down suspiciously.

"Uncle Shi is really okay?"

Le Chaotian laughed softly and said, "It's really fine." ”

Although he said that nothing happened, the pale face and the shocking red between his lips were obviously difficult to convince.

It's just that Le Chaotian insisted so much, Lu Xiaosan didn't leave, and sat down next to Le Chaotian, and after a while, I didn't know what I remembered, so I stood up and said, "I'll go and bring the stove downstairs." ”

Le Chaotian sat in front of the piano, coughing incessantly and nodded.

Lu Xiaosan hurriedly ran down and quickly ran up.

But he wasn't the only one who came.

The Donghai woman who was sitting in front of the wooden house and cultivating sword intent also walked up with a blank face.

Although Lu Xiaosan and the others are not very familiar with Qingjiao, they also know that this very cold East China Sea Sword Cultivator is the person with the highest cultivation in this mountain and snow, and it is Lu Xiaosan who sees this situation, but he still calls her over.

Seeing Le Chaotian, who looked quite miserable sitting on the wind and snow corridor, his expression was extremely solemn, and he said slowly: "What happened? ”

Le Chaotian faced the wind and snow, and said calmly: "Someone has come down the cliff with a sword." ”

Green Pepper stood there in a daze.

The sword cultivation of the East China Sea naturally knows better than the world the meaning of taking the sword down the cliff.

Lu Xiaosan scratched his head there, and said with a blank face: "What is going down the cliff?" ”

Le Chaotian laughed softly, raised his hand and pressed it again on the blood-colored qin.

"Nothing, let's continue."

......

Somewhere in the north by the Winter Rain River.

The nameless old Taoist from Songxue Temple stood at the head of the boat and wiped the blood on his lips, quietly looked at Chen Huaifeng, who was also coughing up blood on the bank of the river, was silent for a long time, and said softly: "You are very lucky. ”

Chen Huaifeng turned his head to look in the direction of the East China Sea, looking at the twilight snow-covered mountains that stretched away, and were drenched in the rain with fine and dense black spots, then turned his head, picked up his sword from the side, and said calmly: "Yes, but maybe it's your luck." ”

The old Taoist of Songxueguan just sat down calmly at the head of the boat, picked up the coat on the boat, did not argue with Chen Huaifeng about a story that could not fight, and said slowly: "There are many rivers in the world, we will see each other again." ”

Chen Huaifeng quietly watched the boat go away and said nothing.

Then he turned his head and continued to quietly look at the distance beyond the rain and snow in the world.

What time is today?

Chen Huaifeng held the sword and thought there for a long time, and after a long cough, the waves surging in the sea of gods finally gradually subsided.

Chen Huaifeng also remembered what kind of day it was.

The 15th day of December, 103 in the Great Wind Calendar.

Chen Huaifeng remembered this day, turned around and continued to go north.

......

When did that sword break?

I heard that it was March 15 this year?

Yes, it was All Souls' Day, and the Grinding Sword Cliff, which never participated in the baptism of All Souls' Day, on that night, after the white jade ballad of Qingtian Dao baptized Nanyi City from the north, a sword called Qiushui was shattered there, and the sword was quenched for those sword cultivators.

The black-robed sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect hundreds of years ago sat quietly on a snow-capped mountain, his knees across the black, but also blood-colored sword.

The black is the sword body, and the blood color is the moment someone brings the sword down the cliff, and the waves of the Dao Sea that surging in an instant bring some damage to his Divine Sea.

The sword of the man on the cliff was naturally broken.

So which sword is she carrying?

The appearance of a sword appeared in the black-robed sword cultivator's mind, and naturally few people in the world had seen that sword, so what the black-robed sword cultivator imagined might not necessarily be what that sword looked like.

But that's it, when he started thinking about the sword on the cliff, it was just a thought.

On the black blade of the sword that lay across his knees, some fine cracks appeared.

The cracks spread upwards along the hands that were pressed against the blade.

The sword wind was mighty all over the mountain, as if it wanted to blow the black robe up, revealing a face that had not been seen in the world for hundreds of years.

The black-robed sword cultivator let go of his hand and stopped his thoughts.

Those sword intent sword winds, and the cracks that spread on the sword body, stopped.

The black-robed sword cultivator quietly watched the wind and snow in the world.

This snowstorm blew from south to north, from east to west, but it was never directional.

But the light is coming.

Under the cracks in the sword body brought by that one thought, there was a faint cold light.

Yes, the dawn is coming.

The black-robed sword cultivator's gaze looked at the East China Sea, and then looked farther beyond the East China Sea.

Perhaps it was because he was worried that his gaze would be too hot and attract some attention, but with a quick glance, the black-robed sword cultivator withdrew his gaze.

After sitting quietly for a while, the black-robed sword cultivator raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, stood up, and walked towards the not far side of this snowy mountain.

There is a grave there.

A grave that has been dug for some time.

It's mostly filled with snow.

The black-robed sword cultivator stood in front of the grave, looked at it quietly for a long time, and then inserted the sword in his hand in front of the grave, and the snow on the grave was blown out by the sword wind, turning into the third snowstorm in the world, sweeping this snow-capped mountain.

The black-robed sword cultivator lay in quietly.

"Be quiet, she's here."

The black-robed sword cultivator said to himself, then put his hands on his chest and closed his eyes peacefully.

The wind and snow soon covered the grave.

You can't hide naturally, but you always have to hide with sincerity.

can ensure that the woman who has been withering on the high cliff for a thousand years will not have some other thoughts because she stepped into the world.

......

There are many graves on earth.

But there is no one outside the border.

In front of the Taoist temple by the stream outside the gate, the young Taoist was still standing quietly in front of the white plums, looking at the plum blossoms.

He didn't cough up blood, and he didn't have the waves of the divine sea.

It's business as usual there.

But he can naturally feel the throbbing in the world.

So sometimes he looks at plum blossoms, sometimes he looks at the world.

When he looked at the plum blossoms, he was so close to the world that he could hear the sound of many swords.

When he looked at the world, he was far away from the world, and all the rumors were stopped in the pass that represented the world.

The Taoist looked at it, and finally his eyes fell on the white plums that trembled in the wind.

And then the corners of the lips began to ooze some blood.

Looking at the world, it naturally represents people outside the world.

Look at Baimei, you are a person in the world.

The cultivation of the Great Dao of the world, when the man with the sword went down the cliff, no one was spared, and the boundless wind and waves began to surge in the sea of gods.

Maybe you really want the world to be quieter.

The Taoist thought so, so he also quieted down, sat down in the stream and snow, and no longer looked at the world or the plum blossoms.

......

At that moment in the world, all the cultivation of the Great Dao fell silent.

But Wang Xiaoer didn't.

used to open a wine shop, but he forgot that he had opened a wine shop, but he opened a noodle restaurant to the well-known Wang Xiaoer.

There is no snow or rain in the East China Sea, just a quiet dusk, the sea breeze blows in the town, the clouds hang in the sky, and the distant mountains are splendid.

Wang Xiaoer was rarely idle, sitting at the door wearing a thick brown winter coat, like a big fat bear, crossing Erlang's legs and munching melon seeds.

Then he saw a woman in the twilight of the town, with a waterfall of white hair flowing down to the wet and clean streets, dressed like clouds flying in the sea breeze of the town, and stepping on a pair of little white shoes like snow.

It's pretty.

Wang Xiaoer thought so.

I thought it was someone's little daughter-in-law.

But looking at the simple long sword in the woman's hand, Wang Xiaoer retracted this idea and changed it to which sword immortal's daughter-in-law is this?

Of course, the world has not seen autumn water for more than a thousand years.

So when the woman who seemed to have the tail of the Styx in her eyes calmly walked to the front of the noodle restaurant, Wang Xiaoer was still thinking nonsense.

In the clean and warm twilight, the woman's voice was very calm and beautiful.

"I heard that the noodles you cooked were delicious."

Qiushui looked at Wang Xiaoer, who was snorting melon seeds on Erlang's legs, and said, "Bring me a bowl." ”

Wang Xiaoer looked at the white-haired woman in front of him, and was stunned for a long time before he reacted, and said okay in a loud voice.

Then he turned around and ran into the wine shop, spilled the melon seeds on the table, and ran into the back kitchen.

Wang Xiaoer was in a daze, thinking chaotically, but naturally he didn't have any thoughts about the fairy falling from the sky, and honestly went down in the back kitchen.

It's just that while waiting for the water to boil, I opened the curtain in the back kitchen and secretly looked into the wine shop.

And then he froze there.

The white-haired orange-clad woman who didn't know where she came from put her sword on the table, and sat quietly by the window of the wine shop, looking out the window at the twilight, while sipping on the handful of melon seeds she had just dropped.

Wang Xiaoer's fairy image was shattered in an instant.

How can any sword fairy like to eat melon seeds?

The sword fairy may not like to eat melon seeds, but he definitely likes to lie in the sea of flowers and snore for a long time.

Wang Xiaoer lowered the curtain very melancholy and concentrated on the bowl of noodles.

I don't know why, he ordered this bowl of noodles very seriously, and when he adjusted the ingredients, he squinted his eyes and carefully proofread the quantity.

So this bowl of noodles takes a little longer than usual.

When Wang Xiaoer went out with the bowl of noodles, the woman had already finished eating melon seeds and was quietly watching the world.

Wang Xiaoer didn't ask anything, carefully put the steaming noodles on the table, and then reminded the woman.

"Your noodles are ready, a little hot, pay attention to eat slowly."

The woman turned her head, nodded, then picked up the chopsticks on the side, knocked them on the table, and then picked the noodles and ate them.

When Wang Xiaoer saw this, he nodded very convictively, how could there be such a worldly anger as a sword immortal eating noodles, it should just be a little better-looking.

Wang Xiaoer planned to go outside the door to eat melon seeds again.

But I heard the woman suddenly say, "How long have you been sitting here and watching the world?" ”

Wang Xiaoer turned around, but saw that the woman was carrying a chopstick noodle, but she didn't put it in her mouth, but just turned her head and quietly looked at the twilight in the sea breeze.

Wang Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "I've been watching it for many years, and I'm tired of watching it." ”

Qiushui quietly looked at this piece of the world and said softly: "But I haven't seen it like this for many years." ”

Wang Xiaoer stood there in a daze.

The brain, which was a little dull by melon seeds and warm wine in winter, finally reacted.

Yet nothing could be said.

Just opened his mouth wide and stood there dumbfounded.