103 year of the Great Wind Calendar, December 25th.

This is about the last snow in Lingnan.

It descended quite spectacularly, burying the entire visible mountain and human world in it.

In such a heavy snowfall, it is difficult to distinguish the boundary between heaven and earth, and the snow is covered in all directions, and only some vague outlines are left in those mountains.

The small cabin of Green Pepper was quite strong this time, standing on the cliff flat outside the canyon, quietly bearing the wind and snow.

The corridor of the Little Red Mansion was covered with snow, so that Le Chaotian, who had originally planned to watch the snow, had to hide in the building, opened the door some cracks, and watched the oblique wind outside blow the snow into the building.

Nandao is not here, but downstairs on the edge of the cliff, holding an umbrella and carrying a sword, standing in the howling wind and snow, drinking the peach blossom wine that has been boiled before.

The wind and snow in the world do not stop.

But the sacred sea in the South Island is extraordinarily peaceful.

In the wind and snow in that corner, the grass house was re-covered, and the peach blossoms sat quietly at the door of the grass house, and those sword intents continued to shuttle from the sea of gods to it, and then left suddenly, like some wandering winds.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the Divine Sea slowly fell into the Qingxi, and then headed towards the big lake and the Dao Sea.

Nandao didn't pay much attention to it, just stood on the edge of the cliff and drank wine, looking down the mountain.

The Tianya Sword Sect had probably been buried by the snow, and the cyan eaves that were still faintly visible in the snow before had also disappeared into this snowstorm.

As for the Little White Sword Sect on the other side, it was also gone.

In short, it's all a situation in all directions.

Nandao drank his wine, looked at it a little, and looked back at the building.

"I'll go down there to see my senior brother and them, will you go?"

After a while, the upstairs door was opened, and Le Chaotian's head poked out and shrank back.

"No, no, no, such a big snow, I'm afraid I'll bury it on the road."

The door to the small building was closed again, and only a few small gaps remained.

Nandao didn't say anything, just held an umbrella and walked towards the side of the mountain road, when passing by the peach blossom, he thought about it, and rarely wrapped it up with sword intent, and moved it to the eaves of the small building, after all, the snow is too big, maybe it will really freeze to death, even if it doesn't freeze to death, the snow has accumulated a lot, and it may be crushed.

Walked all the way through the mountain road under the wind and snow, and the buildings of the Tianya Sword Sect were indeed covered in thick snow, and the courtyard in front of them was already much higher.

It's just that Nandao was a little surprised, although Wu Dalong was still on the side of the sword-casting furnace, he didn't forge a sword, sitting at the door of the small courtyard, but drinking the wine he brewed himself.

In front of and behind him, there was heavy snow, and the man just looked at the junior brother who came in the snow, smiling and drinking, while giving up the position at the door to Nandao.

"Senior brother, why are you idle to drink today?"

Nandao sat down with an umbrella on the side, looked at Wu Dalong and asked with some curiosity.

When Nandao sat down, he realized that the gate of the small courtyard where the sword was cast was actually quite an interesting place.

The trail in front of him was filled with snow, and the snow behind him poured into it from between the mountain walls, like a waterfall.

And the two of them sat quietly under the eaves of the courtyard gate, like people waiting under the bridge.

If this is the case, then the heavens and the earth should be extremely vast and vast.

It's just that after all, it's just a sudden imagination, and this is not a valley that bears wind and snow, but a courtyard that is not spacious.

Wu Dalong drank several sips of his home-brewed wine, which had not been boiled with peach blossoms, but it didn't taste too bad, some sweet and some astringent.

After the thirty-five-year-old man drank wine, he smiled and said, "I'm thinking about next year." ”

"What's the matter?"

Nandao was a little curious.

Wu Dalong sat at the door, looked at the wine jug in his hand, thought about it, and said, "Next year, the entire Sword Sect will be cleaned up, and all the places that can be repaired will be repaired....."

Wu Dalong smiled a little embarrassedly.

"After all, junior brother, you also know that the Tianya Sword Sect probably looks a little broken."

Nandao chuckled softly.

In fact, the Tianya Sword Sect probably doesn't use the word broken.

At best, it's just a desert.

But since Wu Dalong was the sect master of the Tianya Sword Sect, he still had to take things seriously.

"But it can only be repaired slightly, as for that kind of drastic change and the like, it is probably impossible to complete it now, and it will only be carried out slowly after there are more disciples in the future."

Wu Dalong drank wine and thought about this question very seriously.

Perhaps in the human world, such a thing is extremely insignificant.

But Wu Dalong thought very seriously and said it sincerely.

Anything in the Tianya Sword Sect is a big deal for him.

Wu Dalong squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, before deciding that when the time came, he would first smooth out the stone tablet at the mountain gate and re-engrave it.

After all, the words on it are sometimes a little unreadable.

In the past, naturally don't care.

I don't even wish others didn't know that this was the Tianya Sword Sect.

But now it's different, the sword of the Tianya Sword Sect has been found, and such a Sword Sect will inevitably rise a little bit in the future.

Fame matters.

Nan Dao just quietly looked at Wu Dalong, who was talking and falling into contemplation, and said with a soft smile: "Actually, for the repair and expansion of the Sword Sect, Senior Brother can go to Senior Brother Le." The junior brother has nothing else, probably money is indispensable. ”

Wu Dalong also laughed and said, "Although that's what I said, but in the end, Senior Brother Le is just a name in the Sword Sect after all. ”

Nandao thought for a while and said, "The name is also counted, after all, it is also the uncle of the second and third children." When the time comes, let him do his best, maybe it will be the pinnacle of the wealth of this mountain. ”

Wu Dalong laughed.

Everyone can see that Le Chaotian is not ordinary rich.

A big drum of money, said to pour it down.

If it weren't for Wu Xiaoxiao and Lu Xiaoxiao who came over and picked them up, it is estimated that Le Chaotian would not have bothered to pick them up.

The current family background of the Tianya Sword Sect, in fact, in the final analysis, is also Le Chaotian.

At that time, when the coin was scattered, the old man had not left, so he ran back to the Sword Sect with a big bag, otherwise Wu Dalong would not have been so generous later.

"We'll talk about it then." Wu Dalong stood up and shook the wine jug in his hand, thinking in an uproar, probably he had been drinking wine here for a long time.

As he spoke, he walked back to the courtyard, remembered something again, looked at Nandao and said, "Senior brother came just in time, help me go and throw those swords into it." ”

Nandao was stunned and said, "Am I coming?" ”

Wu Dalong put the wine jug on the side of the fire, took off the beaten swords, handed them to Nandao, and said with a smile: "Whoever comes is the same." ”

Nandao took the swords, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do you need some other rituals?" ”

Wu Dalong thought for a while and said, "Probably not, if you have an idea, you can also add it, such as carving some sword names or something." ”

Nandao smiled and said, "I thought I had to go with some sword tricks or something." ”

Because in the book of the first understanding of the sword path of the Tianya Sword Sect, there are also things like the sword introduction technique.

Wu Dalong said with a smile: "I probably did have it at the beginning, but then I found out that it was actually the same, it will always come back, it will always come back, it won't come back, and it probably won't appear again, and the sword may be something with memory." ”

Nan Dao nodded, holding the pile of swords in one hand, as if holding a pile of firewood, he walked through those wind-blown and snowy paths, and headed towards the sword throwing pool behind the Tianya Sword Sect.

The South Island hasn't been here for a long time.

The snow has accumulated around the pool, and the gray garden lights have also turned into the appearance of snowmen, quietly scattered around the pool.

The old man who was chattering at the beginning had been gone for a long time, and Nandao stood there with an umbrella and a sword, thinking of the scene at that time, and still felt very funny.

After all, the old man looked like a psychotic person at that time.

It's just that he's right.

Maybe I don't even believe I'm right.

Nandao thought about the old man who had been trapped in Qingshan all his life, but sighed inexplicably.

The original idea of just throwing it in as Wu Dalong said was also dispelled.

Nandao stood by the pool for a long time, and thought about it for a long time - such a story, although it is prosaic, but there must always be something memorable.

It took a long time for Nandao to let go of those swords, although the swords were not held, but they did not fall into the snow, but were floated by Nandao's sword intent, surrounded by the wind and snow around him.

The South Island at the end of 1,003 is naturally no longer the South Island in September.

It was those long swords that were wrapped in sword intent and shuttled through the wind and snow, and the sound of sword roars gradually sounded, almost turning into bursts of streamers.

It's just that at the same time, with sword intent, so many swords turned into sword light, even if there are many vitality vortices in the Nandao Divine Sea, it still seems a little difficult after all, after all, it has fallen through the border before, and now it is still recovering.

It was Yinan Island who took off the wine jug and drank a large sip of peach blossom wine, and drank urgent wine, which was naturally easy to get drunk.

So those streamer swords turned into drunken swords, dragging the wind and snow in the mountains and forests, and kept whirling on this clear pond.

Nandao let out a sigh of relief, hung the flask back on his waist, and then raised his hand, and pointed like a sword, and the vitality of heaven and earth and the sword intent fell on the fingertips together, and there was a faint hint of wind and frost.

Nandao looked at the fine snow and frost, but inexplicably remembered that a long time ago, Chen He obtained that name for himself.

It's called a wheelchair sword.

It's just that it's probably not a wheelchair sword.

It won't be a peach blossom sword.

It's a fine snow sword.

Nandao chuckled softly.

In fact, it is also a wheelchair sword, a peach blossom sword, or a fine snow sword.

They are all names that need to be asked by the world before they can be had.

Nandao has not been asked about the sword yet, so whatever name is fake.

Nandao's fingertip sword intent flowed, and a sword light fell in front of Nandao's body in the wind and snow, after being surrounded by the wind and snow for a long time, those sword bodies that had been beaten and tempered by Wu Dalong were burning with impurities again, and the sword body was also soft, and it stopped quietly in front of Nandao's body, like a belt of suspended water.

The fingertips with the sword intent of the fine snow fell on the sword, and three words were written quite dignifiedly.

Lu Xiaoxiao.

The small two words probably say the essence of Lingnan sword cultivation.

The young man under the umbrella quietly looked at the three words on the sword in front of him and laughed softly.

Of course, the boy's handwriting is much better than before, although it is still a little sloppy, but it is still in shape.

Lu Xiaoxiao's three words fell, the sword body roared softly, cutting through the wind and snow, and then went straight into the sky, falling from the clouds, and with the wind and snow, they all sank into the clear pool.

The young man stood under the umbrella and quietly watched the wind and snow and the ripples of the pond water caused by the long sword entering the water, and he naturally would not forget what kind of little Lingnan sword cultivator brought himself back from the big river in such a snowstorm in Nanyi City.

And then what?

It is Wu Dalong, who rarely hangs out on weekdays and rarely speaks, and always stays busy in the Tianya Sword Sect.

The second sword landed in front of Nandao, a rather generous sword.

Probably like Wu Dalong.

The first time Nandao saw Wu Dalong was actually on All Souls' Day. This sword cultivator from Lingnan was very miserable at that time and was fooled by Zhang Xiaoyu to play cards, and then lost all the swords, and then had to work in Nanyi City to make money to redeem the sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu may indeed be a bastard.

Nandao thought with a sigh, and then raised his hand and engraved the three characters Wu Dalong on the sword with sword intent.

The sword of the great dragon fell into the clear pond along with the small sword.

As for the third sword, Nandao gave Le Chaotian, a sloppy and happy junior brother.

I don't know which human overhaul it is, Nandao has never asked him about these things.

Happiness is the most important thing.

Nan Dao smiled slightly, looked at the very light sword in front of him, and carved the word Le Chaotian on the sword body without hesitation.

There are also hard-working Lu Xiaoyi, quiet and calm Lu Xiaoer, Lu Xiaosan who giggles, and Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaowu who are young and ignorant.

In the end, there were four swords left.

Nandao thought about it for a long time, carved what it was, carved green peppers, and also carved Nandao.

The last sword, Nandao engraved the three words Lu Xiaofeng.

Although he couldn't quite understand why Lu Xiaoxiao was so obsessed with the name.

I hope that according to what Lu Xiaosan said, the Little White Sword Sect will be able to get this name smoothly in the future.

"Uncle Shi, you're also doing bad things?"

When those sword lights didn't enter the wind and snow sword pool, Lu Xiaosan's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Nandao put away his sword intent, looked back, and saw the little boy holding the little earth dog, standing at the trailhead, looking at it very curiously.

"What do you mean?"

Nandao looked at Lu Xiaosan strangely.

Lu Xiaosan was stunned, and then laughed twice.

"Nothing, nothing."

Lu Xiaosan naturally killed him, and he would not tell the bad words he had engraved on the sword about Lu Xiaoer.

It's just that Hehe smiled and walked over with a little earth dog in his arms, standing by the pool and looking at it with a hat of wind and snow.

"How did you get here?"

Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaosan and asked.

Although the little boy didn't dare to go up to the canyon because he planned some bad things, he still often dangled between the two sword sects, probably because he had memorized too many sword names in the past few months, Lu Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, just told the little boy not to run away.

Walking all the way, I saw the footprints in the Sword Sect towards the sword pool, thinking that Wu Dalong was here, but as soon as I came, I saw Nandao with the fine snow sword intent to engrave.

Listening to Nandao's question, Lu Xiaosan said with a smile: "Because it's too boring, I came out for a walk." ”

"Why don't you go to the canyon, your Uncle Le is too boring to talk about every day, and you don't go to him to play."

Nandao didn't care, but remembered Le Chaotian's sigh before, looked at Lu Xiaosan and said.

Lu Xiaosan smiled weakly and said, "After all, Uncle Shi also wants to practice, and it's not good to always bother him." ”

Nandao glanced at Lu Xiaosan strangely.

How kind would this little boy be?

Nandao didn't believe it, but Lu Xiaosan had already made a preemptive move, and without waiting for Nandao to question, he asked, "So what did Uncle Shi just carve?" ”

Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaosan for a long time and said, "Your name." ”

Lu Xiaosan was stunned and said, "Our name? ”

Immediately, he remembered something, and asked very cautiously, "It's just our name?" ”

Nandao raised an eyebrow and said, "What else do you want to add?" ”

"Nope!"

Lu Xiaosan shook his head resolutely.

Lu Xiaosan's words from the Sword Immortal were enough.

The South Island held an umbrella and headed towards the trail.

Lu Xiaosan followed up behind and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi will call me next time you engrave." ”

"What are you called?"

Lu Xiaosan smiled: "I have some bold ideas. ”

Nan Dao thought about Lu Xiaosan's glorious achievements, and probably guessed what he was going to do, and said with a soft smile: "Aren't you afraid of writing some mess, and in the future, your disciples and grandchildren will look at the sword recipe and curse people?" ”

"Hahahaha."

The little boy smiled happily, which made Nandao a little confused.

"That's how it's interesting, uncle, you think, since scolding people is a matter of apprentices and grandchildren, my Lu Xiaosan's talent is mediocre, so naturally I won't live to that time, and I will die at that time, maybe the bones will be gnawed by Le Chaotian." They must be very angry when they look at the things on the sword technique, but they can't do anything about me, isn't it interesting. ”

Lu Xiaosan said with a smile.

Le Chaotian is naturally the dog that Lu Xiaosan is holding.

It's just that the little boy is very open-minded, maybe a happy person wouldn't be afraid of so many things.

Happiness is naturally more important than anything else.

Nandao turned his head and looked at the little boy quietly, then turned his head, thought for a while, and said, "Then what if your master knows?" ”

The happy little boy sighed and said, "Then you can only be beaten hard." ”

Lu Xiaosan may not be very afraid of life and death.

But I was probably afraid of being beaten by Lu Xiaoxiao on the leg.

The little boy is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he is afraid of that little Lingnan sword cultivator.

Nanjima laughed and didn't say anything more.

Lu Xiaoxiao is naturally the most transcendent person in this green mountain.

Beat whoever you want.

can beat whoever she wants, naturally not because of how strong she is.

Just because this thirty-year-old woman is indeed a very good person.

So that's probably what it means to be invincible?