On the evening of the second day of the Lunar New Year, listening to Fengyin and Gu Shanhong drank until later, they all left here, so on this stream bridge, only the young man sitting alone with an umbrella was left.

The fire burned for a long time, and in the middle of the night, it was extinguished, and Nandao did not burn any more fiery wine, and his own wine jug had been smashed by the Nanyi River, so he drank the wine from the wine jug they had left behind to listen to the wind.

On the night of the second day of the Lunar New Year, drinking cold wine alone may be a miserable thing.

But for the South Island, it might make him feel better.

So he didn't go back to the Tianya Sword Sect, but just sat alone on the stream bridge for one night.

In the early morning of the second day, when the sky was slightly bright, there was a sound of footsteps in the snow.

Nandao initially thought that Gu Shanhong and they were coming, and he didn't look back, just sat quietly under the umbrella.

Until the footsteps stopped by the stream.

Then a familiar voice sounded on the side of the stream.

"Uncle Shi."

Nandao turned his head at this time, and saw the little boy Lu Xiaoer carrying a bloated burden on his waist behind him, carrying the Xiwu sword, standing there quietly.

"Why are you here?"

Nandao was somewhat surprised.

Lu Xiaoer smiled, walked onto the river bridge, looked at Nandao and said, "I'll send Uncle Shi." ”

Nan Dao raised his eyebrows, looked at the burden on Lu Xiaoer's back, and said, "Where to send it?" ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at the rising light in the distance, and said softly, "Send it to the cliff." ”

Nan Dao was silent for a while, and said, "Do they know your master?" ”

Lu Xiaoer sat down and patted the burden on his shoulder.

"That's what Master helped me clean up."

Nandao turned his head back and said calmly, "I don't need to send it." ”

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "Then I'll walk over with my uncle." ”

Nandao wanted to say something, but the little boy turned his head and said slowly: "Although Uncle Shi said that I want to learn the sword for myself, but the sword of Tianya Zhencao for the predecessor of Firefly is what I mean to protect my uncle." ”

The little boy, who was very quiet on weekdays, looked at Nandao quietly and continued: "My sword can't be too far away from me, if I am the realm of the Great Dao, then I will sit in the Luofeng Canyon, sit in the small white waterfall, and quietly watch Uncle Shi walk, but I just see the mountain realm." So whether Uncle Shi agrees or disagrees, I will follow all the way through until I am sure that Uncle Shi has gone up to the high cliff. ”

Nan Dao looked at the little boy for a long time, and then sighed softly and said, "You also know that you have only seen the mountain realm, if I can't handle it, how can you deal with it?" ”

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "I don't know, but it's better to have one more person, if Uncle Shi is trapped, then I can also run around for help, right?" ”

Nandao was silent for a while, didn't say anything more, drank the glass of cold wine, and then stood up on the stream bridge, and watched the cold day on the third day of the Lunar New Year on the horizon for a long time.

"Let's go."

Nandao said softly.

The two walked in the early morning light of the world, stepping on the mountain snow.

......

The third day of the Lunar New Year may be a good day.

The spring recruitment of Huangliang Hanging Xue Yuan is set on this day.

It's not just fake.

After Liu Chunfeng made such a decision, the courtyard soon sent the news to many hanging courtyards in the world, except for the one in Nanyi City.

The False Capital Hanging Courtyard is naturally a academy of the same level as the Rumor Wind Ancestral Academy, and below, it is the main courtyard of the city, followed by the small academy in the human town.

It's just that the spring recruitment is set on such a hasty day, and naturally it will not be as lively as in previous years.

What's more, the situation in Huangliang is still a fog, and the world is undecided, so naturally not many people will send their children to such an academy today.

Liu Chunfeng naturally understands this truth.

It's just that the fog will eventually be broken.

If no one waives the flag and shouts.

Then this matter will be left to the Hanging Courtyard.

In the early morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year, there were already some people outside the academy, but looking at the appearance, most of them were not from the fake capital, but from those mountains, forests, villages and towns outside the fake capital.

As a academy that does not charge any fees, the Hanging Yuan is naturally better than many places of enlightenment in many hearts.

What's more, not everyone will understand the reason why this fake capital has quieted down.

They may know that the Goddess is on earth.

I just don't know what kind of undercurrent is surging in it.

They only know that the Hanging Courtyard is the only place where their children can see a wider world.

So maybe you know that the Hanging Temple is tearing apart the current that the goddess brought to the world.

But so what?

People who live in the lowest strata of the world always have to think about climbing up first, and only after seeing some stories can they look around looking forward to many things and worrying about many sorrows.

Zhou Zaishui and many gentlemen personally stood on the street of the Hanging Courtyard to register the students who came to register.

Except for some young people who are not afraid of death, the vast majority of them are people from outside the city, and after getting the news a few days ago, they have not even been able to pass for a year, and they have brought their school-age children to the hanging courtyard.

The requirements for the Wenhua Academy are very low, and you can enter the school after the age of five, while the requirements for the Green Cow Temple and the Witch Ghost Temple are higher, at least twelve years old.

At this time, most of them are ignorant children, or some teenagers who have passed the age of enlightenment, who study in the hospital for three years, and then take the spring examination of the high wind.

Although it is not as lively as in previous years, there are still a lot of students after all.

The streets and alleys where the Hanging Courtyard is located are naturally quiet.

So someone walked behind the students in the queue in a quiet place.

Zhou Zaishui frowned and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't say anything, just registered it for the students.

Until that person appeared in front of Zhou Zaishui's table.

This Six Realms Sword Cultivator raised his head and quietly looked at this Northern Sword Cultivator in his twenties with a sword.

Han Cicada, who was carrying 20,000 silver tickets in his arms, smiled slightly and said, "Doesn't the Hanging Xue Academy accept students like me?" ”

Zhou Zaishui was silent for a while, and said, "I'm just thinking about what the Hanging Courtyard can teach you." ”

Han Cicada tilted his head and thought for a while, and said: "In the world of culture, I haven't read a few books since I was a child, I want to come in to study and improve my thinking, is this okay?" ”

Zhou Zaishui said softly: "Then you can go to the Hanging Courtyard in Nanyi City." ”

Han Cicada chuckled and said, "That place is not good, the Human Sword Sect is there, there is always some fear, and if you want to do something bad, you can't do anything." ”

Zhou Zaishui was silent for a long time, then lowered his head and picked up the pen.

"Name."

"Chilling."

"Origin."

"Liuyun Mountain Range, ten miles of old wild town outside Qingyun City."

"Age."

"Thirty, no, thirty-one, I was born in Layue, I was so busy last year that I forgot to celebrate my birthday."

The cicada said with a smile.

Zhou Zaishui didn't care what the person from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect in front of him said, he just calmly recorded those things.

"What is your intention to study?"

"Cultural Center, I want to be a cultural person."

The chilling cicada is very sincere to his old bottom.

Zhou Zaishui didn't pay attention to it, just waved his hand, looked behind the cold cicada and said, "Next." ”

The cicada smiled and followed a bunch of children into the hanging courtyard.

There is also a spring garden in the Hanging Temple.

After all, what is that thing called, children are flowers of the windy dynasty.

It is a flower that is lost in the world in spring.

Liu Chunfeng stood quietly on top of the green and green building in Tanchun Garden.

With the arrival of such a person as Han Cicada, it is naturally impossible for Liu Chunfeng not to know.

A Great Dao Sword Cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect, wherever he puts it, it is impossible not to be taken seriously.

But this fake capital Yushan didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, watching Han Cicada talk and laugh with those children, and then went to the pavilion to wait for the department to be assigned.

After a long time, Zhou Zaishui came over with some rosters, stopped beside Liu Chunfeng, flipped through the booklets in his hand, and said, "The cicada is here." ”

Liu Chunfeng said calmly: "I know. ”

There has been no story of rejection in the Hanging Courtyard for thousands of years.

The only one is the branch of Nanyi City, which refuses to accept a teenager named Nandao.

So even if it was Ye Hanzhong, they would accept it.

The two of them looked upstairs together, looking at the Northern Sword Cultivator who was sitting in the pavilion with a sword in his hand and looking at this small building with a smile, and they didn't speak for a long time.

"Isn't it too obvious to have such a flaw?"

Liu Chunfeng said slowly.

Zhou Zaishui was silent for a while, and said softly: "It is impossible for the chilling cicada to come here for no reason, and the only one who can let him come is naturally you, the dean, a flaw like this is fatal, no matter how obvious it is, it is tempting." ”

Liu Chunfeng squinted his eyes and looked at the sword cultivator of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect for a long time, and then said calmly, "That's true. ”

"And how does he arrange it?"

Zhou Zaishui was a little undecided about this matter.

Liu Chunfeng smiled softly and said, "Huang Liang also has his own sword way, isn't Mr. Qi from the Sword School from Cong Ran Jianyuan?" Let him go to the Sword School of the Qingniu Academy. ”

Zhou Zaishui was silent for a while and said: "He said that he wants to be a cultural person." ”

"The matter of cultural people, let's talk about it later, when the world is peaceful, you can be a cultural person if you want to be a cultural person, and if the world is not peaceful, everyone can only be a rough person."

"Hmm."

Zhou Zaishui left here with the roster.

Liu Chunfeng stood quietly in the Tanchun Garden building, and the downstairs was not red plums, but white plums.

In the middle of the white plum, Zhou left in the water, and another gentleman came over.

He is the president of Wenhua Academy.

An elderly gentleman, with resolute eyes, walked to the top of the small building, looked at Liu Chunfeng and asked, "This time is still the speech of Wenhua Academy?" ”

Liu Chunfeng smiled slightly, looked at the old gentleman and said: "With the original intention of the world of culture, the Hanging Xue Academy has always been the speech of the Wenhua Academy, and this time is naturally no exception, there is Mr. Lao Su." ”

The old gentleman nodded, but when he turned around and walked down, he paused a little and said softly, "Is the dean going to clean the Hanging Courtyard of the Fake Capital?" ”

Liu Chunfeng chuckled softly.

"No, it's not."

In this fake capital Yushan, the young people who used to be proud of the spring breeze and now the spring breeze are still looking at the wind and snow.

The wind and snow in the north have stopped, but not in the south, which is undoubtedly a strange thing.

"It's the Hanging Courtyard of the World."

Liu Chunfeng said, and looked at the old gentleman who was just a man of the world.

"So recently, Mr. Su tried not to go out."

The old gentleman answered softly and went downstairs.

Liu Chunfeng retracted his gaze, looked at the small building for a long time, and then walked downstairs.

......

When Han Chan learned that he went to the Sword School instead of the Cultural Academy, he probably had some regrets.

Who says a despicable killer can't read a good book?

But Han Cicada still sincerely followed the arrangement of the Hanging Courtyard.

Then he looked up at the small building.

Liu Chunfeng's figure has disappeared.

Han Cicada walked on the road of the wind and snow courtyard with his sword in his hand, but he felt a little strange.

Don't they know that they know martial arts?

Han Cicada was carried by the gentlemen, and passed through many courtyards all the way, and then met his own kendo master.

This Northern Dao sword cultivator, when he saw such a person, his eyes were also slightly narrowed.

In the wind and snow, a middle-aged man in a green robe in his forties was standing, standing with his back to Han Cicada and two other teenagers who had been assigned to the Sword School.

There was a sword in his arms, and there was no sword intent on his body, but in the wind and snow around him, the meaning of separation was quite obvious.

Han Cicada held the sword in his hand, squinted at the man for a long time, and then said slowly: "Jian Yuan Sword Cultivation? ”

The man who was called Mr. Qi by Liu Chunfeng turned his head, his face was ordinary, his expression was calm, but there was a lot of sharp taste in his eyes.

Mr. Qi also looked at the newly enrolled student, a kendo overhaul who was obviously from the north.

The two looked at each other for a long time before the gentleman said lightly, "Yes." ”

In the wind and snow all over the ping, there was a faint sword roar, and the wind and snow did not stop.

Two ignorant young men trembled there.

It's about full of confusion about who I am and where I am.

The chilling cicada glanced at the little boys on either side—as they came, the two teenagers faintly relied on themselves.

So this sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect let go of some of the swords in his hand, and then held the sword and saluted to Mr. Kendo in the Pingzhong.

"Liuyun Sword Sect Han Cicada, I've seen Mr."

The two little boys breathed a sigh of relief, and then saluted along with the chilling cicadas.

Mr. Qi didn't say anything, but his eyes stayed on the sword in Han Cicada's hand for a long time, and then moved away and looked at the two little teenagers, who also held their swords and saluted.

"For the next three years, I will be your husband, Qi Jinyuan."

Han Cicada said softly: "How close is such a pure sword momentum, sir?" ”

Mr. Qi said calmly: "I have lived above the Sword Abyss since I was a child. ”

Han Cicada raised his head and looked at the gentleman in the wind and snow, but also said with some emotion: "It seems that it is indeed very close." ”

"But you misheard." Mr. Qi's expression was a little subtle. "It's Jing Yuan, Qi Jing Yuan."

This time it was very clear.

The cicada smiled slightly.

"Mr. Southerner, students can understand."

Mr. Qi quietly looked at the cicada for a long time, then looked at the two young men on the side, and said, "You go to the Qingniu Courtyard Sword Courtyard to get two swords first." ”

The two little boys subconsciously looked at the cicada, but when they saw the sword in the cicada's arms, they regretfully withdrew their gaze and walked towards the outside of the sword in a daze.

At this point, there are only two people, Qi Jingyuan and Han Cicada.

"Northern Avenue Sword Cultivation..... I didn't think you would call that sir. Mr. Qi said slowly.

Han Cicada said with some emotion: "If you can see the third type of sword in the world again, you naturally have to call me a gentleman." ”

Then this sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect said very sincerely: "I really want to learn the way of sword power. ”

"Not in the North?"

Mr. Qi said slowly.

The cicada chuckled softly and sat down on the sword floor with her sword in her arms.

"Maybe there are some, but it's probably not a climate, after all, there is only one sword cliff in Huai'an, and there is no sword abyss. Although this sentence is a bit biased, but the way of sword intent is popular in the world, and naturally no one will want to cultivate the way of sword power such a more boring way of the sword. ”

Han Cicada said, looked up at the wind and snow in the world, thought for a long time, and said softly: "The last person in the north who has achieved the Dao of Sword Strength needs to be traced back to more than a thousand years ago, and the tenth senior brother of the Sword Cliff has been sharpened. ”

In today's world where the way of sword intent is rampant, the name of the tenth senior brother of the Sword Grinding Cliff is obviously rarely mentioned.

People may only vaguely remember that many years ago, someone sharpened their swords under the cliff for decades, and then broke the sword intent of the cliff and climbed the cliff.

Retro flow kendo is still an indispensable part of human kendo, and it remains in the way of sword intent.

And the third way of the sword back then, the way of sword power, disappeared from the world with the end of the story of the generation of Sword Cliff.

Perhaps only Huangliang Sword Yuan still has some of this kind of sword cultivation.

For example, Qi Jingyuan in this snowy sword flat.

Mr. Qi looked at the chilling cicada sitting in the sword flat for a long time, and then said calmly: "Yes, cultivating the way of sword momentum is a very boring process. ”

This gentleman in his forties quietly looked at the sword cultivator of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

"The three years of the Hanging Courtyard is only the beginning of the cultivation of power, if you really want to learn, you need to put your whole life into it in order to get that amazing sword."

Although Mr. Qi did not point out the intention of breaking the chilling cicada, the meaning was very clear.

It's just that by the way, naturally you can't learn the way of sword momentum.

The cicada smiled slightly.

"There are many things that can be discarded, including identity, including the past, and even the 20,000 silver tickets in my arms."

This Northern Avenue sword cultivator stood up in the snow, looked at Qi Jingyuan and said, "The question is, can Sir make me willing to break away from many things." ”

Mr. Qi raised his eyebrows and looked at the chilling cicada and said, "This is an idea that I had early in the morning?" ”

Han Cicada said softly: "It was a sudden idea the moment I saw Mr. Sword's sword momentum. ”

Mr. Qi's kendo may not really be stronger than the chilling cicada, after all, the things on the sword will only know if you have really tried it.

This is not a matter of literati writing articles, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

The thing on the sword, whether it is high or low, hangs the word life and death, and you will know it when you try it.

But the chill cicada has no intention of trying.

After all, he is still a person with 20,000 in his arms.

Mr. Qi looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said lightly: "Then you can also go and get the sword." ”

The chill smiled and said, "Okay." ”

This sword cultivator from the north saluted Mr. Pingzhong and caught up with the footsteps of the two teenagers.