Le Chaotian naturally didn't really finish the half of the roast chicken.

After taking a big bite, under the gaze of two young boys who were eyeing each other, he honestly carried it with his sword and sent it to the stove, where it was roasted all over the house.

After pouring the roast chicken stuffed with peach blossoms and passing the fire again, it is indeed extraordinarily fragrant.

Le Chaotian took out the roast chicken, probably a little hungry again, looked at the two little teenagers, and said, "Can I eat another bite?" ”

"No way!"

The two young boys spoke in unison.

Le Chaotian sighed and handed over the roast chicken to the two.

Lu Xiaoer took the roast chicken, looked at Nan Dao who was meditating outside the corridor, and asked, "What is Uncle Nan doing?" ”

Le Chaotian said lazily: "Let's practice." ”

Lu Xiaoer thought about it, tore a very tempting chicken breast from the roast chicken, handed it to Le Chaotian, and said, "Then when Uncle Nan wakes up, you can give him this to eat." ”

Le Chaotian sat upright, nodded and said, "Okay!" ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at Le Chaotian vigilantly and said, "Don't you eat it secretly, I'll ask Uncle Nan when the time comes." ”

Le Chaotian sneered and said, "You're going to use this to test your uncle?" What uncle can't stand such a test? ”

Lu Xiaoer said very sincerely: "I think Uncle Shi, you may indeed not be able to withstand such a test. ”

Insulted, Le Chaotian put the chicken with the bones on the stove, stood up, waved his sleeves, swaggered out, sat down in front of the piano, and began to play and sing songs such as sneering and putting it away.

Lu Xiaoer didn't care, just picked up Lu Xiaosan on the side, and walked downstairs with the roast chicken in his arms.

Le Chaotian didn't seem to care about that piece of chicken.

Until the little boys looked back and forth on the mountain road several times, this uncle just sat far away on the corridor of the small building in the wind and snow and played the piano.

Did he really stand the test?

Lu Xiaoer was puzzled, and Lu Xiaosan left through the mountain road in the drowsy wind and snow.

Le Chaotian sat on the corridor, and the eight winds did not move—until the two little boys really left the canyon.

......

Nandao walked in the sea of gods with a sword on his back.

There is a fine snow path under the peach tree, winding not far away, and it is a grass hut standing in the wind and snow.

This burning sea of gods has naturally been extinguished long ago.

It's just that the sky is still twilight with the colors of those embers.

Shine in that peach and snow grass house.

Nandao got closer, only to find that a corner of the grass house was missing, not only a corner of the grass house, but also a corner of the wind and snow that shrouded the grass house.

Peach Blossom stood outside the house, quietly looking at the sky of Shenhai.

Before Nandao could ask, he said first: "Because you sent some wind and snow out." ”

Nandao then remembered that he had covered Le Chaotian's sword with a layer of fine snow.

So the grass house is missing a corner of the wind and snow.

Nandao walked on the windy and snowy path, full of sword intent in the wind and snow, and sometimes shuttled away, falling into those distant streams. There was also sword intent shuttling in the stream, falling into this wind and snow.

It is for cultivation and refining.

The two naturally complement each other.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable that the East China Sea Sword Sect is much stronger than Lingnan.

Nan Dao passed through those sword intents, stopped in front of the grass house, looked up at the Divine Sea and Sky Dome for a long time, and then said softly: "When I was drinking, did you really go to that big lake. ”

Peach Blossom said calmly: "If you think I'm going, then I'll go." ”

The sword intent that came and went in a hurry on the lake was naturally a narrative from the South Island.

It's just that Nandao is not sure whether that sword trial really exists.

"The junior brother seems to have really cut a plum blossom thirty miles outside the gate."

Nandao said softly.

"It's unbelievable."

The peach blossoms are still calm.

"Naturally, this should be the case, if the sword in the heart cannot fall into the world, it is only a kind of self-comfort."

Nandao was silent for a long time, and said softly: "So who is the junior brother?" ”

This was the first time Nandao had asked this question, but he didn't ask anyone else, just Peach Blossom, maybe asking himself.

Peach Blossom probably didn't know the answer to this question either, so she just stood there and didn't answer.

Nandao naturally did not demand the answer to this question, and did not look at the sky dome again, but looked at the peach blossoms and the grass house in the wind and snow.

"With this cottage, you don't have to sleep under the peach tree."

Peach Blossom quietly looked at the path leading to the tree, and said slowly: "Actually, it's all the same, since I am the heart of me, I naturally want you to look at me before I can exist." If you don't look at it, you can naturally think of it as a speck of dust that spreads between heaven and earth. ”

Nandao chuckled softly: "So you mean that all the entanglements and disputes with you in the past were all against me and myself?" ”

"Who's to say it isn't?"

Peach Blossom said very calmly, turned around and pushed open the door of the grass house, did not walk in, the inside of the grass house was black, like the night dome of the Shenhai that had not been burned, maybe there was nothing in it, and it was impossible to walk in. The grass house seen in the South Island is just an appearance attached to the sea of gods—no definition, no scale.

Maybe there was nothing in the grass house of the old sword cultivator on the second peak.

When Peach Blossom sat quietly in front of the grass house, the peach blossom sword that she hadn't seen for a long time was suspended in Peach Blossom's palm again.

"When you were in Heavenly Town, you seemed to have some thoughts." The sound of peach blossoms calmly passed through several feet of wind and snow and reached Nandao's ears, and the man with only one peach blossom on his face raised his head and faced the boy under the umbrella. "Want to try it?"

Nandao looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said calmly: "Forget it, next time." ”

The meaning of next time is naturally not necessarily next time.

The young man left the wind and snow with an umbrella, and headed towards the Dao Sea under the light that seemed to be an intoxicating Divine Sea Heavenly Dome.

Those unprepared sword intents made that ancient Dao scroll ignite the Divine Sea on its own, and suppressed those wind and snow sword intents with the sharp consumption of heaven and earth vitality.

Although in Heavenly Town, the sword of the sword lake with grass as fireflies led those winds and snows to the outside world, but after all, this divine sea still burned for a long time.

When the South Island walked to the shore of the still unformed Dao Sea, many things seemed to return to their original appearance.

There are many dry fruits on the Dao tree, which are slowly dying.

It is also slowly regenerating - new white flowers will grow from the place where the fruit has fallen, and then wither, turning into a green Dao fruit again.

Life is always like this, and where something dies, something new grows.

For example, the grass seeds in the March wind are constantly dying and renewing.

Nandao waded all the way to the sea of the aisle, stopped under the tree, and then reached out in the branches and leaves of those Dao trees, rummaged for those shriveled fruits, like a fruit farmer in the world, picked them, and then piled them up under the tree, and the remaining vitality in them would probably be reabsorbed by the Dao tree.

So on top of the scars on the branches, new buds began to sprout.

Walking in the night with an oil lamp is a practice.

Then I guess I was picking the fruit.

Nandao looked up at the whirlpool islands that were constantly spinning on the sea of gods, spitting out the vitality of the world.

That fire of the Divine Sea was probably just a trivial matter - for someone like Nandao.

Nandao looked at it for a long time, but suddenly remembered something, and then the figure disappeared into the sea of gods.

......

When he opened his eyes, Le Chaotian was sitting in the middle of the building, staring at the chicken breast and salivating.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?"

Nandao looked at Le Chaotian strangely.

Le Chaotian turned his head, looked at Nandao, who had already opened his eyes, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, I want to eat roast chicken." ”

Nandao's eyes fell on the roast chicken, and he didn't know where it came from.

"Then why don't you eat it?"

Le Chaotian sighed and said, "This is what your little second nephew left to you." ”

Nandao probably guessed what was going on, and only kept it for himself and not for Le Chaotian, thinking that he had already eaten it secretly.

Of course, Le Chaotian didn't eat secretly, he gnawed openly.

"Then you eat, I'm not hungry." Nandao looked at Le Chaotian's appearance, smiled softly, and generously gave the roast chicken to Le Chaotian.

Le Chaotian smiled, and waited for a long time, isn't it just to wait for the words of Nandao? Reaching out and picking up the roast chicken, he sat down by the fire and nibbled on it.

Nandao smiled softly and looked at Le Chaotian, who was eating roast chicken, and then said slowly: "You said that if I cut off some of the branches of the Dao Tree, what would happen?" ”

Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment, then looked at Nandao in a daze, and said, "What did senior brother say?" ”

Nandao said softly: "I want to prune the Dao tree, its branches and leaves are too lush, there are too many branches, although there are many fruits, but the Dao fruit that bears seems to be a little ......"

Le Chaotian sighed and said, "Senior brother, you are really bold. ”

Nandao said, "Isn't it okay? ”

Le Chaotian said sincerely: "I don't know if it will work, I haven't tried." ”

Nandao sat there and watched the wind and snow and pondered.

This is indeed a bold and enticing idea.

It's just a pity that no one knows the consequences of this.

Nandao suddenly missed the clouds of the Hanging Courtyard.

Although this young gentleman doesn't ask much about the world, he knows a lot about the cultivation of the Great Dao.

......

In the spring snow of Sword Lake, two people are quietly looking at the scenery beyond the cloud cliffs - there is a fog dissipating, there are trails, and there is snow on Baitou Mountain.

"Did the seniors go back to the cliff to see it later?"

Qiushui stood under the peach tree and asked quietly.

Cao Weiying was still sitting on the bow of the boat, in the rippling water, and said softly: "You have been on the cliff for so many years, have I ever been there, don't you know?" ”

Qiushui looked down at the young man sitting at the head of the boat, and then said slowly: "The seniors are too high, not only the seniors, if the seniors really don't want me to know that the seniors have been to the Turbid Sword Terrace, then I naturally can't know." ”

Cao Weiyi just sat in the drowsy twilight, drinking wine, watching the half-round splendor of the white head of the mountain snow.

"When Tsing Yi was on the cliff, Nanyi never went up the cliff again."

So Qiushui understood the meaning of grass as fireflies.

The Grinding Sword Cliff can't have no cliff masters, and there won't be two cliff masters.

Qinglian used to be the master of the Sword Cliff, and so was Qiushui.

Therefore, it is naturally impossible for the two of them to appear on that high cliff at the same time.

It is probably because of this that after Qinglian left, his junior brother known as the Demon Ancestor did not take over as the cliff master, but handed over the red clothes of his daughter in white clothes, so he was able to sit on the high cliff for decades.

Between the autumn water and the grass as fireflies, it is the first time they have met.

"What's there to see about that high cliff?"

The grass is a firefly, but it is chuckling softly.

"Even if you don't take over the position of Sword Cliff Lord after the death of the red cloth, I won't go up. If it weren't for the white clothes dying in Huaidu, I would probably be the one who sat on the sword cliff for the shortest time. The high cliff was too high and deserted, there was nothing, and there was nothing to see, only to look at the clear spring, at the 490,000 miles of the East China Sea, and at the places that did not belong to the world. ”

The boat-headed young man looked at the white-haired woman on the shore of the lake, and said softly: "You can sit on it for a thousand years, and I am not as good as you in this regard, even Tsing Yi is not as good as you." ”

Qiushui laughed softly: "It's not that the predecessors and the Sword Saint are not as good as me, but you have a choice, you are too much higher than the world, so naturally you can go wherever you want, but I can't, I can only stay there, holding the old story, and seeing my own white head." The world always says that the people on the cliff are sitting in the world, but why not in the world? I couldn't settle on earth, I couldn't go to higher places, so I just sat and waited to die. ”

Cao Weiying listened to the word "waiting for death", sighed softly, and said: "Yes, it is indeed waiting for death, and you have already waited." ”

"That's a good thing." Qiushui said softly, "But I have a question. ”

"What's the problem?"

"Are seniors demons?"

Qiushui quietly looked at the young man at the head of the boat.

Grass is fireflies, of course, not demons.

The first demon in the world is the junior brother of this young man.

But in today's world, whether it is Shenhe, Cong Blade, or even the former Chen Yunxi, they can survive to this day because they are either demons or demons.

So probably anyone who has seen grass as a firefly will have such a problem.

But asking a question like this is perhaps impolite.

So Qiushui was the first to ask.

Cao Weiying said calmly, "No. ”

"So after stepping through the gate of heaven, what is it?"

This question, in fact, Cao Weiying once answered a similar question, in Nanyi City, when facing a certain gray-haired old man.

But he was still willing to answer again.

It is to go to the other side of the boat.

"It's re-entering samsara and being sentient beings."

Qiushui sighed softly: "So whether it is cultivating the Tao, turning into a demon, becoming an immortal, worshipping the gods, or entering the underworld, in the end, they all end up on different paths." ”

"It's all about being human." Cao Weiying said very calmly, "Fairies, demons, gods and ghosts are nothing more than another name." ”

Qiushui probably remembered a certain cripple many years ago, looked at the grass for the firefly and said, "Do you mind if the seniors give me some wine?" ”

Cao Wei Hotaru smiled and handed over the wine gourd in his hand.

The woman with white hair hanging down on the shore of the lake raised her head and took a big sip of wine, and then said softly: "If the predecessors had seen the demon lord back then, they would probably like this person very much. ”

Grass raised her eyebrows and said, "Why?" ”

"Because that lame man likes to talk about being a man the most."

We don't want to be heroes for the demon clan, but we want to be the world's people for the demon clan.

Grass smiled softly and said, "Maybe." ”

The two of them quietly looked at the heaven and earth where the grass was a firefly.

"This is the peach blossom brewed by the townspeople?"

Qiushui looked at the wine gourd in his hand and asked curiously.

Cao Weiyi chuckled softly and said, "I made it, but they should learn these things soon." ”

Autumn Water looked back at the town that had been immersed in twilight and night—night had been around for a long time, but the colors of dusk had remained on the wet stone slabs.

"What do you want to do, senior?"

Cao Weiying followed Qiushui's gaze, looked at the town, and then said softly, "This is an answer I left for the world." ”

Qiushui was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "So what's the problem?" ”

Cao Wei Hotaru looked at Qiushui with a smile and said, "The question is in the answer." ”

The two may know a lot of things, but neither of them can tell them.

Cao Weiying looked at the head of the boat and said: "Many years later, maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years, I don't know how long it will take the people of the town to be in tune with the world, and begin to treat slender sharp things instead of a salted fish as a sword, until the way of life, until everything, all kinds of definitions and riveting with the world." Maybe the answer to many things will be answered. ”

Or maybe it's just a futile question — you know, people like us, who have come over a thousand years ago, like to say things like futile and futile things. The despair of life is often in the most complete truth. So sometimes, we have to think about what would happen if everything couldn't be answered. ”

Qiushui quietly looked at the grass for fireflies and said, "What will happen?" ”

Cao Weiying laughed softly and said, "I don't know, I don't dare to think about it." ”

A question that you dare not think about without an answer, and naturally there is no need to ask it again.

Qiushui didn't ask any more, and after a long time, he whispered, "What about that young man?" ”

Grass thought for Hotaru and said, "I'm not sure either. But I'm curious, the sword intent of the Sword Grinding Cliff was secretly taken away so much, didn't you notice it? ”

Qiushui said slowly: "I noticed it, but I probably didn't expect that blacksmith to really make such a thing." That's probably the best scabbard in the world. ”

Cao Weiying smiled and said, "Those who can afford the four words "the best in the world" are of course not ordinary people. ”

The blacksmith in the East China Sea is naturally the best blacksmith in the world.

The matter of the blacksmith is naturally just a casual retouch, and the two of them return to the problem of the youth.

"He's a child of Destiny?"

Qiushui also said with some uncertainty.

Cao Wei Hotaru said with a smile: "A person who can make the world want to play cards with him, probably yes." But there is not only providence but also human will in the world, and sometimes, human will is higher than providence. ”

"It's like providence for him to win, but providence for him not to be on the table."

"Yes."

So it's probably the most unpleasant in the world.

"Grinding Sword Cliff, can you give it to him later?" Qiushui looked at the young man at the head of the boat and asked such a question.

The grass for the firefly just smiled slightly.

"That's your human business."