The second day of the first month of the year 1004 in the Great Wind Calendar.

The wind and snow in Lingnan have stopped.

The little boys were still asleep downstairs, and Lu Xiaosan was lying on his stomach in front of the big stove snoring.

Le Chaotian didn't sleep lazy today, he got up early in the morning, sat on the corridor, and cooked some peach blossom wine on the small stove.

Le Chaotian, who rarely drinks alcohol, is obviously a rare thing.

Nandao was there to rub his two swords.

Although these two swords have seen blood as many times so far, they are not as many times as they have seen snow.

But when he was about to leave Lingnan, Nandao still carefully rubbed the two swords that had been hidden for half a winter.

Probably for a sword cultivator, a stain on the sword is more unacceptable than a stain on the face.

After rubbing for a while, Nandao put away the two swords again, put them behind his back, and walked to the small stove, looking at the wine on the stove.

"Senior brother has been cooking all morning, hasn't the wine been cooked yet?"

Le Chaotian just laughed softly and said, "After all, it is a temporary wine, so you must cook it carefully." ”

Nanjima sat down by the fireside: "For example? ”

Le Chaotian thought for a while and said, "For example, when it is about to boil, use the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to cool it down, add some peach blossoms, and repeat this three times." ”

Nandao pondered for a moment and said, "Will this taste better?" ”

Le Chaotian said with a smile: "I don't know, it's just a farewell to the world, there is a singing method of three stacks of Yangguan, then I will cook wine for my senior brother three stacks of peach blossoms." ”

Nandao laughed and said sincerely: "Thank you, junior brother, but if it doesn't taste good, I won't buy it." ”

"Hahaha."

The two were talking and laughing, but the door behind them was opened, not Lu Xiaosan, but Lu Xiaoer, who was sleeping downstairs.

The young man with clear eyebrows probably learned some of the original ways of Nandao, and there was no look on his face.

"Uncle Shi, are you leaving?"

The little boy asked slowly.

Nandao nodded, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Yes......"

I wanted to say something encouraging, but I just felt that at my age, I was actually not much older than Lu Xiaoer, and it always felt a little weird to say, so Nandao smiled, stopped talking, and just pointed to the stove on the side.

"When your Uncle Le has finished cooking this pot of wine, I'll leave."

Lu Xiaoer hummed lightly, and then held two pigs' trotters-like hands, and walked into the corridor to blow the wind.

The other little boys still haven't woken up, and Lu Xiaosan's snoring is still there.

As for Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong, they went down the mountain road last night and went back to the Sword Sect.

After Nandao said that he would leave today, Lu Xiaoxiao sighed for a long time, and after silently cleaning up the remnants of the hot pot, he went downstairs, and when he walked downstairs into the snow, he raised his head and looked at Nandao on the corridor and said that he was a little uncomfortable recently, and he will not come to see you off tomorrow.

Nandao naturally knew why, and didn't say anything, just said okay, senior sister herself should pay attention to take care of her body.

Lu Xiaoxiao was naturally injured.

It was in order to bring Nandao back that he forcibly burned the Shenhai Sea, so that the flowers of the customs withered.

Wu Dalong had come earlier, and when the sky was dark, he came up with a little cabbage - probably because the cabbage that he didn't bring to the old man at the beginning had become an obsession, or maybe it was because the Tianya Sword Sect really had nothing.

That is, there are more swords.

It's just that there is clearly no shortage of swords in the South Island.

So he picked up a little cabbage that was almost wilting, and ran up with a fart, asking Nandao to take it to eat on the road.

Although Nandao was helpless, he still accepted Wu Dalong's kindness.

This senior brother didn't say much, just laughed, and kept saying that this is a good thing, this is a good thing.

Maybe there is still the idea of giving up something when I was in Nanyi City.

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't come, Wu Dalong came and left.

So the canyon was deserted.

Le Chaotian's pot of wine was indeed tedious, and it wasn't until Lu Xiaoer blew the January wind several times that the pot of wine was finally lifted off the stove.

Nan Dao took off the wine jug on his waist and handed it to Le Chaotian, then looked at Le Chaotian who was pouring wine and said, "When will the junior brother leave?" ”

Le Chaotian poured wine and said with a smile: "Don't worry, a certain Lu puppy promised me to go with me, I always have to wait until he is better, and then think about leaving." ”

Nandao didn't say anything, just nodded.

Le Chaotian poured a full pot of wine for Nandao, and then handed the wine jug back to Nandao.

Nandao looked at his very mysterious junior brother for a long time, but in the end he didn't ask anything, just took the wine jug that gradually rose in temperature, hung it on his waist, and said with a smile: "Is there any music today?" ”

Le Chaotian smiled and said, "It's not there today, after all, it's not good to make noise to the little boys." ”

Nan Dao smiled and nodded, and then looked at Lu Xiaoer.

"Gone."

Lu Xiaoer nodded and said seriously, "Uncle Shi walks slowly." ”

Nandao walked into the building, and Lu Xiaosan was still lying on his stomach and snoring.

Nandao didn't wake him up, walked through the small building, and walked below.

When I passed by the peach blossom plant, I stopped to look at it for a while.

He always felt that there seemed to be a lot of memories hidden in those peach blossoms, but he couldn't remember them anymore.

If you can't remember, there is no need to explore it again.

Nandao walked over with an umbrella.

Although the wind and snow have stopped, the snow on the ground is still very thick, and it will take a long time to slowly dissolve.

When I walked to the edge of the canyon, the voice of Le Chaotian came from behind.

"Senior brother."

Nandao stopped and looked back at the small building.

I saw the young man standing side by side with the little boy at the railing, smiling at him.

"If you go to Jiangdong to catch spring, you must live with spring."

"See you in the future, senior brother."

Nandao smiled and said softly, "Okay." ”

The boy walked away in the snow.

......

It wasn't until Nandao left for a long time that Lu Xiaosan woke up with a yawn, and subconsciously wanted to sit, but fortunately remembered that his ass was only broken yesterday, so he continued to lie on the ground in a sneering manner, and then crawled towards the door, stretching out his head to look.

Seeing that only Le Chaotian and Lu Xiaoer were sitting there, he thought for a long time before saying, "Uncle Shi is gone?" ”

Lu Xiaoer glanced back at Lu Xiaosan, and then nodded.

Lu Xiaosan sighed, but he looked at him very strangely.

Then I heard the little boy say very regretfully: "I haven't learned the sword of my uncle!" ”

Le Chaotian said with a smile: "You can't use that sword even if you learn it." ”

Lu Xiaosan's neck stalked: "Who am I, Lu Xiaosan, a rare great sword immortal in the world, even the predecessors of Tianya Town have recognized it, how can there be someone I can't?" ”

Le Chaotian didn't refute, but said with a smile: "Ah, hello, the big sword immortal whose butt was smashed by Lingnan Xiaojian Xiu." ”

Lu Xiaosan was about to say something, but he caught a glimpse of a figure downstairs, and said with a strange expression: "Didn't Master say that he wouldn't come to deliver it?" Why are you still here, and the people have already gone away, what are you doing in the canyon now? ”

Le Chaotian naturally saw Lu Xiaoxiao, who was quietly walking up from the mountain road.

That little sword cultivator in Lingnan didn't carry a sword, but just stood silently at the edge of the canyon cliff, looking into the mountains and snow.

Le Chaotian looked at it for a long time before he walked towards the building and said softly: "Because of the farewell from the heights, there is no end." ”

Lu Xiaosan nodded thoughtfully.

I just watched the two of them leave the corridor and walk downstairs, and asked curiously, "What are you going to do?" Take me! ”

"Practice the sword."

This is Lu Xiaoer's voice.

"Make a tune."

This is the voice of the sky.

Although Lu Xiaosan also wanted to climb over, but looking at the woman standing on the edge of the cliff outside, he still dispelled this idea, lay on the side of the door and looked at the mountain snow boringly, and fell asleep again.

......

Nandao held an umbrella with a sword and walked quietly on the mountain trail after the snow stopped in Lingnan.

Just like the green pepper left not long ago.

It's just that when she left, she still ran to see her off, and when she left, there was only one person walking alone on the mountain road.

This is not a resentful idea, Le Chaotian is naturally a lazy temperament when it snows heavily, and the little boys are probably not good at words, Lu Xiaosan may be a little active, but it is a pity that Lu Xiaoxiao beat his ass.

It's just that sometimes, Nandao will think of the words that Le Chaotian said in the snowstorm building that day.

Smell the wind and watch the rain, step on the snow and look for plums.

Life has always been a lonely place.

Then he went away alone in search of Mei.

Nandao smiled to himself, and then remembered something very embarrassing.

The little cabbage that Senior Brother Wu asked him to take away fell in the small building.

Nan Dao stopped and looked back at the Sword Sect, thought about it for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of going back to get it.

After all, it's been a long way.

Lingnan is still in a state of mountain closure.

Therefore, it is inevitable that Nandao will go to Tingfeng Creek and say goodbye to Tingfeng before leaving here.

When passing by the wrong fork in the road, Nandao unexpectedly saw a young man who had a relationship.

Tanuki.

Nandao once thought that the people of the Lame Deer Sword Sect should have died, but he didn't expect that this little demon boy was still alive, maybe because he was not in the sect at that time.

A young man dressed in orange was walking along the road with a jar of wine—perhaps because of the man from the cliff who had asked him to do so.

He went to the nearby Sword Sect and bought a jar of wine, intending to spill it in the weeds.

Although a lot of things are no longer there.

It's just that life naturally goes on.

Tanuka also saw the boy with the umbrella, but he was a little absent-minded, but he didn't remember when he had seen such a familiar outfit.

It's just that when the little demon boy was about to pass by like this, the young man looked at himself very sincerely and said, "Mourn." ”

Tanuka thought to herself, who is the big family for the New Year, saying such things?

But looking at the young man's sincere eyes, Tanuka was not embarrassed to scold, and this kid was carrying two swords, so he didn't look easy to mess with.

Tanuki still hugged the wine jar and nodded sideways.

"Thank you."

Maybe it was because the two teenagers said something strange, but after they finished speaking, the two of them looked at each other quietly.

Probably also a little embarrassed, Tanuka hurriedly turned around, intending to return to the Sword Sect.

It's just that the young man behind him stopped him again.

"Wait a minute."

Tanuka turned around, and saw that the boy had bent over, as if he was picking up something on the ground.

It wasn't until the boy with the umbrella straightened up that Tanuki saw a letter that should have been in his arms, but because he was holding the wine jar, his clothes were a little messy, and he fell down.

Tanuki hurried back, thanking him as he freed his hand to retrieve the letter from the boy.

This time the thanks are obviously extraordinarily sincere.

It's just that I don't know why, but the young man with the umbrella looked strange, and the letter was also pinched in his hand, but the tanuki didn't pull it out.

The little demon boy in orange looked at the man suspiciously.

Nan Dao looked at the rat head on the envelope, frowned and said, "Do you know rats?" ”

A name that hadn't been mentioned for a long time reappeared in the wind in the ears of the teenager.

Tanuki retracted her hand and drooped down, looking at the letter with a sad expression.

"Yes."

- I liked a little demon in Fengqiling at that time, and I wanted to dress up every day and go to watch the sunset with him.....

Nandao suddenly remembered such a sentence.

He looked down at the letter in his hand, which was very new, apparently written not long ago.

Nan Dao thought about the mouse demon who was lonely floating in the Nanyi River, handed over the envelope in his hand, looked at the young man in front of him and asked, "Haven't you gone to look for her?" ”

Tanuka chuckled softly, took the letter, and put it back in her arms.

"I've been there."

"But she's dead."

It was a casual question, but the young man who was about to leave stopped there and looked back at the little demon boy in a daze.

......

Lu Xiaoer sat on the edge of the snow in the pool, although his hands were wrapped like zongzi by Le Chaotian, but as the Shenhai sword intent poured out, the Xiwu sword behind him was still unsheathed and hovered in front of him.

It's just that today's Lu Xiaoer probably couldn't calm down, the sword was suspended for a long time, and it still didn't fall to his knees, but with a slight sword sound, constantly shuttling between the waterfalls.

In the midst of the mountain snow, nature is extremely quiet.

Le Chaotian soon hugged his piano, sat down by the pool, raised his hand and pressed on the strings for a long time, but there was no music for a long time, and after a long time, Le Chaotian turned his head to look at Lu Xiaoer, who was not far away and looked at the wind and snow in a daze.

"You have a lot of things you can't put down?"

Lu Xiaoer turned his head blankly, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "What is Uncle Shi talking about?" ”

Le Chaotian smiled, took his hand back from the strings, put it on the side of the piano and said, "I see that you have been in a daze." ”

Lu Xiaoer looked up at the Xiwu Sword that flew in the waterfall, and said softly: "Because I can't calm down today..... Just like when I first came to the mountains. ”

Le Chaotian raised his hand to sweep some dust on the side of the piano - since Fuqin vomited blood that day, he hadn't touched these things for a long time, and the originally black and shiny body was stained with a lot of dust.

Lu Xiaoer turned his head and looked at the uncle who was sitting by the piano.

Le Chaotian swept away the dust, and his fingertips had the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi circulating, blowing away the dirt together, and then said with a chuckle: "I thought that a person like Senior Brother should not have anything worthy of your reluctance, he came quietly and walked quietly, even when he stayed in the mountains, he didn't say a lot of words, just followed the flow of the mountains." ”

Lu Xiaoer tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Uncle Nan is just like this, I can sometimes feel that he is deliberately alienated from the world - because of his umbrella?" Or is it something under an umbrella? ”

Lu Xiaoer said, a little hesitant, and then said softly: "There is a sentence, I say it, uncle, don't laugh at me." ”

Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you want to say?" ”

Lu Xiaoer looked up at the sky behind Xue Ji and said slowly, "I think Uncle Shi is a little pitiful. ”

Le Chaotian looked at the little boy quietly.

"Have you ever said anything like that to him?"

Lu Xiaoer shook his head and said, "Naturally, you can't say such a thing. ”

Le Chaotian said softly: "Yes." ”

There was silence by the pond for a long time.

Lu Xiaoer looked at the young man who was calmly swinging a black piano on his knees.

"Uncle Shi should be overhauled in the world."

Le Chaotian smiled slightly and said, "If you think it is, that's it." ”

Lu Xiaoer frowned and said, "What do you mean?" ”

Le Chaotian raised his hand and pressed it on the strings again, plucked it a few times, and there was a crisp sound dancing in the snow.

"The music entertains itself, and the joy rises to the sky, and that's all there is to it."

Lu Xiaoer still sat there a little confused, until Le Chaotian finished saying that sentence.

"After leaving Lingnan, Lu Xiaoer is Lu Xiaoer, I am me, and I don't need to care about the status of uncle and nephew between you and me."

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a moment and said, "What about the junior brother?" ”

Le Chaotian laughed softly: "Lu Xiaosan's matter is Lu Xiaosan's matter, if he goes to the world with me in the future, it will be another story." ”

Lu Xiaoer sat there and watched Le Chaotian for a long time, and then said softly: "I seem to understand the meaning of Uncle Shi's sentence 'I am the mountain'. ”

Le Chaotian smiled and said, "Yes, so are you ready to go over the mountain?" ”

Lu Xiaoer's sword fell, quietly on his knees, shining on a mountain of snow.

"Probably going to be ready. It's just that the meaning of Uncle Shi's words does it mean that I am a good person and you are a bad person? ”

Le Chaotian lowered his head and stroked the strings, but said indifferently: "It's too early to say now, it depends on how the world sees me in the future." ”

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything more, crossed his sword knees, and began to raise his sword.

The sound of the song by the side of the small white waterfall gradually rose, and it was the music that had not been played for a long time and sang the piano again.

The piano is stroked by the pond, the sound of the water is clear, and the sound of the piano is melodious.

"I often envy the jade man in the world. Tianying begged with a little crispy girl. As far as the song goes, the wind rises. The snow flies and the sea becomes cool. ”

"When I returned from thousands of miles, I smiled less and smiled, and when I smiled, I still had the fragrance of Lingmei. I asked Lingnan if it should be good, but he said: This place of peace is my hometown. ”

Let's ask Lingnan should not be good.

But he said.

This place of peace is my hometown.

Le Chaotian stopped singing, but stopped melancholy, sat on the edge of the mountain snow pool, and turned his head to quietly look at the snow all over the mountain.

He may have thought about making such a place a place where some teenager could feel at ease.

It's just that the story of the boy in the mountain snow has deviated again.

The junior brother in the mountains naturally knows.

It's just that some stories are going to fall on the shoulders of teenagers like a snowstorm.

That's fate.

So after that young man went to the world, in the smile he had by chance, could he still take Ling Meixiang?