The young man held a black umbrella, standing by the spring lake with peach blossoms, looking up at the thousands of sword lights hovering in the world.

What teenager doesn't love such a picture?

It's no wonder that Lu Xiaosan memorizes the name of the sword every day, but he still insists on coming here to memorize it for so long.

Nandao thought the same thing, so after a brief loss of consciousness, he laughed softly.

Cao Weiying tilted his head to look at him and said, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Nan Dao sent the peach blossom sword back to the sheath in his hand, raised his hand and lightly touched a cold light sword in front of him, when the young man's fingertips touched the sword named Qin Xin, the sword body couldn't stop screaming, countless sword intent flowed, and then turned into sword light and shot into the distant cloud cliff, and in the continuous lingering sword sound, it fell back in front of Nan Dao.

"I'm wondering, Lu Xiaosan, that stupid boy, if he saw this scene, would he faint with excitement."

Cao Wei took a sip of wine while holding the gourd, thought about it very seriously, and said, "Probably." ”

Nandao smiled softly and held the returning Qinxin sword, looked at the grass on the side, and said, "What are the other swords of this sword?" ”

Cao Weiying looked at the sword in Nandao's hand, thought about it, and said with a soft smile: "The morning service is still Dan has no worldly feelings, and the heart of the piano is the beginning of the three-fold road." ”

Nandao pondered for a long time, then looked at the grass and said, "So how did you separate them and break the sentence?" ”

Grass smiled for Hotaru and beckoned a sword with only one word on it.

Early.

Mr. Kusa engraved a morning word on the sword, but it was probably not to remind himself to be early.

Kusa showed the sword in her hand to Nandao and said, "Look, it's carved like this." ”

Nature is unrestrained, and you can carve it however you want.

You can engrave a word, you can engrave a sentence, and even a word can be engraved separately.

For example, the word sorrow can be engraved with two swords, one is called autumn, and the other is called heart.

It's just that this is probably also an issue that needs attention.

That's why Nandao has this question, otherwise I always feel that some sword names will be strange.

The young man looked down at the Qinxin Sword in his hand, probably because the sword was in his hand, this long sword that had just begun to come out of the sword lake, but it also began to carry a lot of fine snow, and the young man's hand moved slightly, and the fine snow fell to his feet, turning into a faint wind and snow in a peach blossom.

"Do I really have to hold so many swords at the same time?"

Nandao looked at the grass on the side, and then his eyes fell on the wine gourd in his hand.

Cao Weiying laughed softly and said, "Naturally, you can, but there aren't so many peach blossoms in the town for you to drink." ”

Nandao thought for a while and said, "It's okay not to drink peach blossom stuff." ”

Grass raised an eyebrow for Hotaru, looked at Nandao and said, "Is your alcohol consumption good?" ”

Nandao said softly, "It should be okay." ”

Cao Weiying chuckled lightly and handed over the wine gourd in his hand.

"Please."

......

Countless grasses in the world are fireflies.

Grass for Fireflies was just a name that the teenager got easily.

Then the South Island can naturally also be grass for fireflies.

Therefore, there can also be countless teenagers in Heavenly Town, drunkenly holding the wind and snow swords and lying in the sea of flowers.

Nandao still sat under the peach tree, holding the wine gourd with grass as a firefly and drinking wine.

Probably just like the grass that went to the world for the firefly said, this Hulu is the magic weapon of the fairy family. So when you want to finish drinking, you can drink it all, and when you don't want to finish it, you can drink it all up in life and death.

The wine in the hulu is no longer made from peach blossoms.

The South Island has a lot of liquor in it.

There are heavenly wines, with poor craftsmanship and roasted wines, drizzling wine from the south, strong wine with wind and sand in the north, and some kind of bitter wine with the meaning of long years.

Some are wine, some are water.

For example, the waters of the East Sea, the waters of the River Styx, the rain of the heavens, and the springs of the earth.

Nandao drank it later, and it was already impossible to distinguish what was wine and what was water.

So I don't know which one is me.

It is the South Island that is drinking.

was still drunk and confused, and ran to Nandao, where he fell asleep in the sea of flowers, with a sword in his hand.

Maybe it's the East Island, maybe it's the West Island, maybe even the North Island, maybe it's the North Island, where poetry might be written.

So the boy held an umbrella and drank the glory of the world, and the lake was clear.

Countless winds and snows fell into this spring town, paving into a spring snow.

The town is in the snow, the peach blossoms are in the snow, the Sword Lake is in the snow, and the Yunya Mountain is also in the snow.

And the snow is in the spring.

Spring is also in the peach blossoms.

The peach blossoms smiled, and the grass was full of fireflies.

Grass looked at the drunken teenager with a smile.

Perhaps suffering came to the world in order to turn it into a romance.

The world of romance, the world of wine.

The young man held the gourd, lifted the sword, stepped on the snowflakes flying in the spring, and staggered towards the sword lake, until he stood on the cloud cliff of the sword lake with an umbrella and a sword, the young man stopped, raised his head and drank the wine in the reeds, and then turned around, hung the wine gourd on his waist, and faced a lake of sword light and wind and snow with drunken eyes, and said softly: "Please." ”

Cao Weiyi still just sat by the lake with a smile.

And on the spring lake full of sword light and snow, a figure of a man in white slowly appeared.

The sword in Nandao is naturally not the young man in green clothes sitting by the lake, nor is it his own heart in the sea of gods.

It's all the stuff of depression.

It's just that something like that naturally doesn't come out of the sword.

So probably only you know yourself best.

When Peach Blossom said the word in Nandao, she appeared on the Sword Lake, looked up at the snowy sky, and then raised her hand to hold another sword.

Triplex.

The heart of the piano triassic road was first formed.

In order to relieve everything that cannot be relieved.

In the wind and snow, the young man came with a sword.

Peach Blossom raised his sword and greeted it.

The two swords intersected, there was a loud sword sound, there was a brilliant sword light, there was a mighty sword intent, and there was a wind and snow.

The heart of the piano is stacked three times, and it is divided with one touch.

The peach blossom dragged the sword away, the sword blade walked to the flat lake, and the snow and flowers in the lake dragged bursts of ripples, and then a sword picked up the snow.

The young man holding the umbrella seemed to have found a lot of things in his drunkenness, holding the umbrella in his hand with one hand, and holding the sword of cold light with the other hand to meet it, in the sword intent, swinging the sword, and then like a flower flying in the wind, the sword crossed a snow-white mark on the surface of the lake, and slashed towards the peach blossoms.

Peach Blossom calmly lifted the sword and tilted, leaving only one toe to fall on the big lake, waiting until the edge of the sword brushed in front of him, and then quickly returned to his body, a sword was set on the big lake, thousands of sword intent flowed, swinging a thousand layers of ripples, on the wind and snow sword lake, but in an instant, countless sword lights sparsely slashed down like a horizontal oblique.

What a white dog.

The young man calmly let go of the sword in his hand, held the wine gourd, and drank a mouthful of bitter wine for some unknown years into his throat, and then another young man appeared in front of him, raised his hand to hold the sword, and walked away through the sword light and snow.

This sword is the winner of the battle.

The young man held the sword and stopped in front of the empty peach blossom in his hand.

Thousands of sword lights fell on the black umbrella and dispersed.

The young man who was drinking behind him quietly dispersed, and the wine gourd fell into the big lake, floating and floating, heading towards the shore of the lake, and then was picked up by another young man in green clothes and drank with a smile.

Two figures stood silently above the Sword Lake.

Then the peach blossoms dispersed, leaving only the young man who was drunk and sober looking at the spring snow.

......

"So you win." Grass for Hotaru smiled and looked at the young man in front of him who was holding a hulu and drinking wine.

Nandao sat under the peach tree with a drunken heart, and said with a soft smile: "Yes, and then the peach blossoms dispersed, leaving only the young man who was drunk and sober watching the spring wind and snow." ”

The sword light above the Sword Lake comes from the narrative of this drunken teenager.

This is the sword in the heart that can walk 80,000 miles in the world or stop on the lake and sweep the sword wind.

"So why don't you cut it down?" Cao Wei said with a smile, "Cut off my heart, climb the tall building in the world, and go to the sky with a state of selflessness." ”

Nandao sat under the umbrella, took a sip of wine, and looked at the big lake on the side, the wind and snow on the lake were quiet, the sword light was hovering, and nothing happened, as if there was really a battle of juvenile kendo there.

"I can't cut it down." Nandao said softly.

There's no reason, it's just that I can't cut it.

The sword in my heart hovered in front of Peach Blossom, which meant that the sword was still not the time to cut out.

The grass for the firefly just smiled.

Then look at the messy wind and snow that are flying throughout Heavenly Town.

"I should have let you go over the hill and drink again."

Nandao leaned against the peach tree and said, "Why? ”

Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Spring snow certainly has a kind of cold vitality, but after all, it is very cold, I am afraid of heat, but I don't like cold so much, snow is naturally good-looking, but just like a certain kid in your world, I want to see the peach blossom, and I don't want it to bear fruit, so there is such a peach tree that blooms forever." ”

A certain kid in the world is probably Cong Zhongxiao, an old guy who takes the "Peach Blossom Aesthetics" written by himself as a guideline.

Nandao chuckled softly, "So how did you solve it?" ”

Cao Weiying said softly: "The wind blows away the clouds, you sit in the warm spring peach blossom sun, over those cold cliffs, looking into the distance, the winding path is quietly winding in the world, a distant gray mountain range, with a touch of snow. ”

Nandao squinted his eyes and imagined that kind of image, and then said slowly, "You missed a breath of the peaceful spring lake." ”

Cao Wei Hotaru stood up with a smile, stood by the lake and looked towards the Cloud Mountain Cliff, and said, "Yes." ”

Nandao sat under the tree and drank wine, and then handed the wine gourd in his hand to Cao Weiying.

"I'm done drinking."

Naturally, the wine was not finished, Cao Weiying took it, shook the hulu, raised his head and took a sip, and said slowly: "The sword intent in the sea of gods has been dissipated?" ”

Nandao said calmly: "No, I left some." ”

Grass raised an eyebrow for Hotaru and said, "Was it intentional or accidental?" ”

Presumably deliberately carelessly.

So Nandao said: "In the corner of the sea of gods, I left a piece of wind and snow, and the peach blossoms will go to build a grass house, and live there, so that you don't have to sit under the tree all day like a homeless person with nowhere to stay." ”

The young man under the umbrella said, pulling out his peach blossom sword from behind him, the sword intent on the sword body flowed, and the young man said in a loud voice: "Moreover, such a wind and snow can indeed temper the sword intent." ”

Cao Weihotaru chuckled softly and said, "It's really good. ”

The two of them stood by the lake, and the spring snow in the town was slowly subsiding.

"What about this snow?"

Nandao looked at the snow in Heavenly Town, and then looked back at the sea of flowers—the teenagers who slept with their swords in their arms had disappeared, and only many drunken swords lay quietly in the snow.

Cao Weiying smiled and said, "It's okay, let the snow stay for a while, I haven't seen such a snow for many years." ”

"Didn't you say you're afraid of the cold?"

"I can overcome it."

The two teenagers looked at each other and smiled.

"What about the townspeople?" Nanjima looked back at the town, and the old dog didn't know where he had gone, probably the first time he had seen snow in the grassy spring town, and had barked hastily for a while, and then slipped away to the stove of a certain liquor store with his tail between his legs.

"They always have to see snow, they only live in the spring, and they can't be counted as the world." Cao Weiyi said quietly as he drank wine.

"They will see the grass and trees grow, and they will see all things fall."

"Then we ushered in new life in crying, and we also welcomed death in laughter."

"And then disregard the truth and admit sincerely, this is the life I have."

Cao Weiyi turned his head to look at the boy under the umbrella and smiled slightly.

"Just like you, just like us."

The young man under the umbrella looked at the young man in green clothes quietly, and then said softly, "Actually, I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

Cao Weihotaru chuckled softly, walked along the big lake, and said, "You will naturally understand later." ”

Nandao didn't dwell on this problem, looked at the figure of Cao Weiying walking along the big lake, and said, "What are you going to do?" ”

Grass thought for Hotaru, took a sip of wine, and raised his hand to gestify.

"Find a way to get this snow to the distant tops of the mountains that lead to those winding paths."

It can be seen that the young man in green clothes is indeed afraid of the cold.

People who are afraid of the cold are generally afraid of displacement.

Because displacement is always cold.

......

When Nandao came back with an umbrella, he saw Lu Xiaoer holding a sword and wearing the dog-eared hat, sitting on the rocks outside the canyon, waiting quietly.

The wind and snow in the world have not stopped, and I can't tell the sky, but Nandao doesn't know what time it is.

"What are you doing here?"

The little boy seemed to be in a daze, and suddenly heard someone talking, and subconsciously held the sword in his arms.

After looking up and seeing Nandao, he let go of the hilt of his sword and looked at Nandao very nervously.

"Uncle Shi, are you back? Are you okay? ”

Minamijima is naturally fine, and probably wants to eat some plums.

Nan Dao walked up to the little boy, swept away some of the snow on his shoulders for him, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Naturally it's okay, your Uncle Le has cured me yesterday." ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao's sincere look, nodded, lowered his head again, and said softly, "That's great." ”

Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer's somewhat guilty look and asked curiously, "What's wrong?" ”

Lu Xiaoer jumped down from the mountain rock with his sword, walked in the snow, and said slowly: "Maybe I'm a little afraid, Uncle Shi is too important to Lingnan, the woman from the East China Sea has gone out with you so many times, and nothing happened to you, I went out with Uncle Shi once, and Uncle Shi fell into a coma......"

Nandao laughed softly, walked towards the canyon with Lu Xiaoer, and then asked a question.

"Are you a saint?"

Lu Xiaoer looked back at Nandao, and then shook his head blankly.

"Saints don't know good or bad, how can you know that?"

Lu Xiaoer said solemnly: "A saint can know the blessings and misfortunes without wondering, but I want to know the blessings and misfortunes but can't know them." I've read books too. ”

Qingniu's 5,000 words are such a rotten street sermon, naturally anyone may have read it.

I don't know if it was refuted by the eleven or twelve-year-old nephew, or stimulated by the sentence that I have also read a book, Nandao knocked on Lu Xiaoer's head very angrily.

"Of course I do!" Nandao was probably a little weak-hearted, and subconsciously raised his voice.

"I'm here to persuade you and comfort you."

Lu Xiaoer glanced back at this little uncle, who was not much older than himself, and probably caught a glimpse of some reddened ears, so he didn't say anything, just nodded and said, "Oh, so where did Uncle Shi go before?" ”

Nandao looked back at the quiet, invisible mountain cliff in the wind and snow, and said softly: "I went to romance?" ”

"Didn't Uncle Le say that you went to wash the sword?"

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "Of course, washing the sword can also be romantic. ”

Although Lu Xiaoer has read, he is still just a teenager after all, pretending to be steady, not steady, pretending to be mature, and not really mature, so he asked curiously: "What kind of romance?" ”

Nan Dao thought back to those things in the heavenly town, and said with a soft smile: "Sitting under the peach blossom tree, drinking with my teachers and friends, the spring breeze of the big lake blows the fine snow, so I move with my sword. Washing the sword with the laughter of friends is naturally a romantic thing. ”

Please drink the wind and snow for me, please fill the gold bottle for me.

I want to be a sword dance boy.

Please listen to me.

Lu Xiaoer probably understood, but when he walked through the canyon, he looked at the small red building outside the valley, thought about it and said, "Why don't you let Uncle Le go with you." ”

Nan Dao raised his eyebrows, looking at the junior brother on the Xiaohong Mansion who was lazily lying on the guardrail and looking at the wind and snow with a smile.

"Probably if your Uncle Le goes, it won't be romantic, and it will be very greedy."

So it became-please heat the copper furnace for me, please burn the fish for me.

Lu Xiaoer held the sword and smiled very clearly in the wind and snow.

Then he looked at Nandao on the side and said, "Uncle Shi is really okay?" ”

Nandao smiled softly and said, "Naturally, it's fine." ”

Lu Xiaoer nodded, and then walked towards the bottom of the canyon.

"Then I'll go to the Little White Waterfall to practice swords."

Lu Xiaoer is naturally diligent and diligent.

"Well, go ahead."

Nandao has been watching the figure of Lu Xiaoer disappear on the cliff floor of the canyon.

The small wooden house on the side of the green pepper is quite unquiet, surrounded by sword intent, and it is probably the critical time to cross the realm of the inclined bridge.

Nandao was a little glad that he had made a wise move that day.

Otherwise, if Qingjiao really enters the realm of Qinglian in the world, probably even if he borrows the white clothes of wind and snow, he may not be able to win.

Naturally, Nandao didn't bother her.

turned around and walked towards the small building.

It's just that after walking a few steps, I heard Le Chaotian's voice coming down from the small building.

"Senior brother, you're back, did you bring fish back?"