Nandao stood on the corridor where the sound of wind and snow gradually subsided, holding an umbrella and quietly looking at the snow-capped mountains outside the mountains in the night.

The building is brightly lit and very lively - Lu Xiaoxiao is preparing fish hot pot.

Lu Xiaosan's exclamation, Le's laughter, Lu Xiaoxiao's reprimand, and Wu Dalong's smirk.

All sorts of cacophony of voices passed through the barely open door and headed out of the building.

The smell of the New Year in the mountains is naturally quiet with a little bit of liveliness.

It's like a cluster of peach blossoms blooming in a mountain snow.

When Nandao was thinking like this, he heard Lu Xiaoxiao's call come out.

"Senior brother, you're ready to eat!"

Minamijima chuckled softly, turned to push the door open, and walked inside.

The building is extremely warm, the fire is vigorous, and the big hot pot in the center of the building is steaming.

By the fireside are the ingredients that have already been prepared – freshly chopped fish, dumplings wrapped in advance and frozen in the snow, meatballs, vermicelli, slices of meat and some stored vegetables.

Although fresh cabbage is needed to be delicious in the hot pot, even Le Chaotian, who is obsessed with cabbage, has to admit that it is difficult to have fresh cabbage to eat in a snowy year.

When Nandao came in, Lu Xiaoxiao was cooking those fish in advance.

Lu Xiaosan, the little boys and Le Chaotian sat around the stove, and Lu Xiaoyi was pouring wine for everyone with the peach blossoms brought back from Tianshang Town from Nandao.

And the diligent Wu Dalong is idle today.

After all, Lu Xiao was spending the New Year in the Tianya Sword Sect, and Wu Dalong, as the head of a sect, should always be a little majestic, so he pressed him to the main position of the owner and waited for food with peace of mind.

Lu Xiaoxiao was cooking while beckoning Nandao to sit down—next to Wu Dalong and Le Chaotian, there was a vacant seat and some dishes were placed.

After Lu Xiaoxiao got all those things, he sat down on the other side of Wu Dalong, picked up a cup of peach blossom brew in his hand, looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Happy New Year, little boys." ”

"Happy New Year, Senior Brother and Senior Sister (Master and Uncle)!"

Le Chaotian put down the cup, but said with a smile: "Senior sister, what about me?" ”

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the big boy with a smile and said, "Don't you want to be a teenager?" ”

Le Chaotian smiled, but didn't say anything more.

Men are, of course, teenagers until they die.

Wu Dalong, who secretly played with firecrackers in the courtyard of the Tianya Sword Sect, had a deep experience.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Nan Dao, who was quietly watching everyone there, smiled softly, and said, "Senior brother, happy birthday." ”

Nandao wasn't too surprised, just raised his wine glass with a smile and said, "Thank you, senior sister." ”

As we all know, Lu Xiaosan is a good material to be a traitor.

Le Chaotian on the side was putting a piece of fish meat into his bowl, heard the two words of dialogue, and then turned his chopsticks to the bowl of Nandao, but put it halfway, took it back again, re-clamped a piece of cabbage, scalded it in the pot, and put it into the Nandao bowl.

"Happy birthday, senior brother."

“......”

Although Le Chaotian's expression was very sincere, just the little cabbage seemed a little perfunctory.

Le Chaotian laughed softly, looked at the fish in his bowl and looked at the cabbage in the Nandao bowl, and said very reasonably: "Eating fish during the New Year is for more than every year, but on Senior Brother's birthday, naturally don't eat fish, after all, although the fish is fresh, but it is also fishy, it is better to eat some small cabbage, and walk in the world in the future, innocent." ”

Lu Xiaosan, who was on the side, nodded in agreement and said, "So let's eat the fish and meat....."

Before he could say anything, Lu Xiaoyi, who had read Lu Xiaoxiao's eyes, came over.

"If you are older than the New Year, you won't hit the child!"

Lu Xiaoyi got Lu Xiaoxiao's support, and said confidently: "That's an adult's business, and I'm just a child." ”

Lu Xiaosan held his bowl and read it there.

Wu Dalong, the master of the First Sect, finally opened his mouth, looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Okay, okay, let's eat hot pot." ”

Today's Wu Dalong, even Lu Xiaoxiao has to give some face, not to mention the little boys.

So Lu Xiaosan opened his eyebrows and laughed again: "Okay, Uncle Shi." ”

All the troubles in the world can be solved by eating hot pot with just one sentence.

The last hot pot of the Great Wind Calendar of 103 years - everyone doesn't know if this is still 103 years, or maybe it has reached 1004 years, after all, the years in the mountains are naturally not as clear as those outside the mountains.

But in short, everyone had a lot of fun eating this hot pot.

Especially Lu Xiaosan and Le Chaotian.

There is fish to eat and hot pot, which is naturally bliss in the world.

If there are still two roast chickens, then they can probably ascend to immortal status on the spot.

Nandao has never eaten much, but he kept drinking, probably too much, with some drunkenness, and looked at the young boys with a slight smile.

At the end of the year 1,000 and 3, the boy was still under the umbrella.

It's just that there is probably a lot less depression.

Hot pot is naturally eaten slowly.

While eating, it is accompanied by some warm peach blossom stuffing, which makes the little teenagers extremely satisfied.

Lingnan has nothing to do, eat hot pot leisurely.

The Lingnan hills, which have been in the wind for 1,000 years, slowly disappeared into the deep night in a burst of laughter.

......

Wang Xiaoer, the shopkeeper of the Donghai Town Liquor Store, sat in the closed shop and cooked two bowls of noodles.

It was placed in the window position, and the lights outside the window were bright, and the town, which was not very cold in the heat emitted by those sword-forging furnaces, added a lot of warmth.

Wang Xiaoer didn't know why he was cooking two bowls of noodles.

During the New Year, he was alone, and he had no plans to prepare a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, so he ordered himself a bowl of noodles, which was the New Year.

It's just that when he was below, the young shopkeeper who had been beaten up in the wine shop hesitated a little, and then cooked two bowls.

One bowl was placed on the opposite table, and the other bowl was placed in front of him, while looking at the light outside the window, while eating the other bowl quietly.

The other bowl was for Autumn Water, the woman who had come down from the cliff that day.

Wang Xiaoer didn't know what was going on, so the woman who had lived in the imagination of the world for a thousand years suddenly walked off the cliff.

The meaning of cooking that bowl of noodles was probably that the woman was afraid that something would happen to the cliff, and when she came back in a hurry before the New Year, she didn't even have a bowl of hot rice.

Even if he wasn't a cultivator, he could actually guess something.

The Grinding Sword Cliff doesn't ask about the world, and the people on the cliff suddenly go down the cliff, probably because they are old and are going to die.

But what if not?

The people of the town looked up at the cliff all day long, and although they never actually went up to it, they naturally always had a lot of longing.

What's more, such a seaside town can have all kinds of fame in the world, naturally because there is such a high cliff here, and there were once some people on the cliff.

Wang Xiaoer was eating noodles there, thinking nonsense.

If such a person really doesn't come back, then what will happen to the cliff?

Although he knew that there was another woman in white on the cliff.

But can she sit on that high cliff like the Lord of Qiushui Cliff, so that the world does not dare to look up?

Wang Xiaoer was eating noodles, and suddenly found that the noodles cooked today were a little untasty, perhaps because he was distracted.

Realizing this, the young man who opened a noodle shop in a human wine shop laughed to himself again.

You're a person below, why are you still worried about things on the cliff?

It's the people below.

Also the people below.

Wang Xiaoer didn't think about it so much, sighed, and ate the noodles in the bowl in a big gulp, and then cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and touched another bowl, which was still warm, because he was worried that the noodles would be mushy, so this bowl actually passed through cold water before being put into the noodle soup.

Wang Xiaoer looked out the window again, the streets of the town were brightly lit late at night, and there was a curling heat wafting on the streets.

It's just that there is no such woman walking back in the long street, looking at this little shopkeeper in the world and saying bring me a bowl of noodles.

Wang Xiaoer waited for a long time to guard the bowl of noodles, and finally determined that such a person probably would not come back.

So he scooped the noodles on the opposite table in front of him, picked up the chopsticks and ate them.

Gray hair is gone.

Lao Tzu eats two bowls.

......

The cliffs are cold.

The moonlight of December 15 will not find the Chinese New Year's Eve after all.

A waterfall of green silk scattered on the steps of the sword intent, the woman in the white dress crossed her knees with her sword, and sat there quietly looking at the distant mountains somewhere in the world.

The River Styx hangs over the heads of the world, but not over the heads of the Cliffs of the Milling Sword.

It's just that when everything is about to pass, the people on this 3,600-zhang high cliff still calmly walked into the world with their swords, and then never returned.

When a black boat goes against the current, crosses a human barrier, and actually falls into the River Styx.

The woman in the white dress finally raised her hand to hold the sword, then stood up calmly, took one last look at the world, and walked towards the top of the cliff step by step.

Peaceful, of course.

Death yes.

Cliff climbing is also possible.

This lonely cliff in the world may eventually slowly fade away all sounds in the years.

But until it is real, like the Hanya view, and no longer falls in the eyes of the world, there is still a need for someone to sit on the top of the cliff.

Maybe it wasn't until one day many years later, when a naughty kid in the town suddenly stepped on those sword steps, only to find that those sword intent had disappeared without a trace.

The Grinding Sword Cliff will truly cease to exist.

The cliff is still there, but the sword cliff is no more.

Qiu Xi'er calmly passed through the last thousand zhang of fierce sword intent, and then stopped in front of the last sword step of the high cliff.

Many years ago, she was the Cliff Master.

It's not the main realm of the human cliff.

It's the main realm of Sword Cliff Cliff.

Such a realm where only the name is different, perhaps in the eyes of the world, there is no difference.

It's just that Cong Blade is this realm.

Kamigawa too.

Being able to step on the last sword step is the real Cliff Master Realm.

Qiu Xi'er stopped there, stood calmly for a long time, and then took the long sword and climbed the cliff step by step.

There is a mighty sword wind blowing down from the high cliff to the world.

So at that moment, the world knew.

This is the fourteenth generation of the Grinding Sword Cliff Cliff Lord.

Qiu Xi'er, the daughter of Qiushui, the descendant of white.

The world may have thousands of overhaul eyes beyond the prosperity of the New Year, falling to this high cliff from a distant place, perhaps with a cup of drunkenness, perhaps with the peace of the idle world.

But that kind of thing is an existence that has nothing to do with the people on the cliff.

Qiu Xi'er just calmly, without sorrow or joy, passed through the turbid sword platform, and also crossed the high cliff spring where a sword was once hidden, and walked to the edge of the high cliff with the sword, where it was facing a sea of night in the world, and stopped quietly.

It was as if the sound of some waves had been heard.

It seems to come from such a distant sea of 490,000 miles.

But that's not the voice of the East China Sea.

It's the voice of Qiuxi'er in the sea of gods.

This cold woman who was once called the young three swords with Zhang Xiaoyu and Cheng Lu has always been the sixth realm of the trail.

In terms of the human realm, it is not even a cultivator in the upper realm.

It's just that when she sat quietly on those sword steps for fifteen days, she was already a small path nine realms where the Dao fruit had been shaken.

Nandao once asked Peach Blossom a question.

If people in the world continue to stay in the lower realms, can they precipitate the realms to an incomparably condensed realm?

Peach Blossom's answer at that time was, of course, yes, but the world is a hundred years old, and there are not so many long years to precipitate.

Qiuxi'er has.

Gou Qian has been dead for a thousand years.

Therefore, this woman in white, who had rejected a certain teenager with the distinction of a ladyboy, stopped at the sixth realm of the trail until she stepped on the sword steps, until she climbed the cliff to watch the sea.

It is bordered by a high cliff in the east to view the sea.

Then he became a path of nine waves of waves.

......

Autumn water was once thirteen stacks in the world.

The same goes for the bush blades.

The white wind and rain are twelve.

......

"Is there the sound of waves in the world?"

Xiaodao Tong Wang Xiaohua asked curiously.

The Taoist beside him looked at the snowy night sky for a long time, then lowered his head, looked at the lanterns on the street side of the town, and said with a sigh: "Yes, it is a very vast sea. ”

"How wide?"

"As wide as a cliff."

Wang Xiaohua listened to this very strange description, and her expression was very distressed.

I probably really don't understand what kind of strange explanation this is.

But she didn't go any further.

I'm afraid that if I continue to ask, this Taoist who is already in his seventies is afraid that he will say some strange things again.

"Are we still on earth?"

"Yes."

Wang Xiaohua's world is the meaning of a place where there are people.

On December 15, Bu Operator said that he would take her to see how the world celebrates the New Year, so the two of them left the mountain roads that seemed to be endless no matter how they walked, and walked into the long street paved with bluestone in the world.

Some places are very quiet, some places are very lively, it is the kind of liveliness that Wang Xiaohua, who has lived at the foot of the mountain since childhood, has never seen and heard, it seems that there are people everywhere, people come and go, and the sound of stepping on the street is as many as a big river.

There are also various aromas, some of which are called fat powder that my grandmother once said, and some of which are the aroma of food that you know must be delicious when you smell it.

But the mirror may be a very expensive old Taoist fortune operator, only after temporarily telling fortunes, did he change some copper plates and buy Wang Xiaohua a string of sugar gourds to eat.

Wang Xiaohua was snickering there while eating sugar gourds.

Because divination operators are nonsense.

He said that the boy who said he was unlucky and had no roots in heaven and earth would become a famous sword cultivator in the future.

Although Wang Xiaohua is blindfolded, she can perceive many things.

However, she still wrote down the name of the young man, who was called You Qingshan.

The name is kind of like that.

is not like himself, he is called Wang Xiaohua.

If Wang Xiaohua was a famous sword cultivator in the world, he would probably be ridiculed when he said it.

Wang Xiaohua finished eating the sugar gourd, and was thinking again, would this old Taoist be also talking nonsense in Daze at the beginning, and not taking himself to the world, in fact, because his name is not good?

What are everyone else Xie Chaoyu, Bai Yuyu, and he is called Wang Xiaohua?

Even if it's called Zhang Xiaoyu, it's better than Wang Xiaohua.

Xiao Daotong thought about it for a long time, and after leaving the small town on the seaside plain, he didn't think about these questions anymore.

It was because after hearing that Bu Operator said yes, Wang Xiaohua thought that he was still in a small city in the world.

"Which city is this? Last time it was Qingjiao City, is this time Qingshang? ”

Bu Operator probably thought about it, and maybe pinched his fingers to calculate, because Wang Xiaohua felt his fingers move.

"No, it's a seaside town called Bang Shang Hua."

The little Taoist boy who was born around the ancient city in the south naturally understood the meaning of the flower on the bar.

"So there's a card hall here, too?"

"Yes, but not much, and most of them have gone out of business."

"Why did it go out of business? Don't they love to play cards? ”

Wang Xiaohua has a hard time understanding why people don't like to play cards.

"Probably yes."

Bu Operator said, took Xiao Daotong's hand, walked through the long street, and walked into the card hall The owners have gone home for the New Year, but there is still a table of cards that are still going on.

Xiao Daotong listened to the crisp mahjong sound and felt that he was back in the south.

The people of Nanyi City like to play cards, and the villages and towns near Nanyi City will naturally love this pastime.

During the New Year's holidays, everyone goes out to pay New Year's greetings, and they have to come to a few games.

Wang Xiaohua played in the snow outside the door.

It wasn't until night fell that the adults would leave the scene and take their children home.

Maybe the New Year's greetings are fake, and finding some cards to match is real.

It's just that the game here is very quiet.

No one slapped the table excitedly, and no one threw cards to make a muffled sound.

It seems that no one is playing cards, but the mahjong is just moving on their own.

"Is it over the New Year? Who's playing cards? ”

Wang Xiaohua asked curiously.

The divination operator on the side took Xiao Daotong's hand, stood quietly at the card table, looked at the white clothes and black robes in the card game, and said calmly: "Two very boring people." ”

"Two people?"

Bu Zhuanzi looked at the two teenagers in the four, maybe a little surprised, but this kind of surprise, probably just felt that these two people were really boring, so in order to make a table of cards, he dragged himself over the years.

"Yes, two people."

Wang Xiaohua listened to the sound of people touching cards and discarding cards in all four directions, and felt very strange, but there was no fear or panic.

The old Taoist who talks nonsense is not afraid, so she is naturally not afraid.

"How are they playing?"

"Both of them play badly, but some people are especially bad, and your dog can win a lot of money when he comes to the table."

Bu Operator said very sincerely.

Therefore, the white-clothed sword cultivator crushed the red middle in his hand, and the black-robed man sitting on it snorted lightly.