Fengqi Ridge.

It may be the reason why I haven't really walked in the world under the mountain for a long time.

When the two of them walked down this mountain, officially left the range of the Lingnan Sword Sect, and walked on a certain trail under the mountain, it was Lu Xiaoer, who was quiet on weekdays, and he couldn't help but be a little happy.

Although he was still carrying a sword and a burden, the strips of cloth on his two hands were not opened, and he looked like a small shrimp soldier holding his arms.

But it was obvious from the very bright rhythm of footsteps on the muddy paths that had melted the snow, and the little boy was probably very happy.

Nandao didn't have a gloomy look, and followed the little boy calmly.

Naturally, neither of them knew the road, but in a place like the East China Sea, naturally they only needed to go all the way to the north, and they could always see it - after all, the high cliff could be seen in the clouds and mist in an extremely distant place.

Leaving Lingnan naturally does not mean that there are no mountains.

It's just that those mountains are no longer connected with the mountains, and the most typical is the first town that the two of them met now, which is sandwiched between the high mountains in Lingnan and the east of the town, and this place is also quite interesting, called Tianyan Town.

On both sides of the town are hundreds of feet and nearly a thousand feet of high mountains, like a place where flowers and plants bloom between two high cliffs.

A mountain stream fell from the Lingnan Mountains and smashed in front of the town, merging into a thin river, which flowed through the town very clearly.

Nandao and Lu Xiaoer walked over on the side of the weeping stream, and the layout of the town in front of them was different from ordinary towns in the world, looking quite regular, and there were still many traces of dilapidated buildings on the green hills on both sides, just like some lampstands.

In terms of geographical location, it should be because this place was once used as an ancient pass.

It's just that it's obvious that that kind of history is very far away from the current world.

It was still before Huai'an, not to mention the Gale Dynasty.

It's the town in front of you, and it's naturally just a town.

The two approached the town, probably because the voices of people gradually became noisy, Lu Xiaoer didn't know what to remember, and walked on the path that had not yet turned new green into the town, but he secretly laughed there.

Nandao looked at Lu Xiaoer very strangely and said, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I hid my sword in the Little White Sword Sect when I left."

Nandao looked dazed, not knowing what this meant.

Lu Xiaoer couldn't help but laugh, and stretched out his hand and gestured: "It's just four swords, smeared with some pig blood, and then write one, two, four, five words respectively, except for the first one hidden in Lu Xiaoer's room clutter, the others were hidden in the courtyard of the Sword Sect, and then when Lu Xiaosan was rummaging there one day, he accidentally turned the sword over, looking at the blood stains on it, he would be startled, and when he finally found all four swords, it turned out that he couldn't find three ..... Hey hey...."

Nan Dao also laughed softly and said, "You are not afraid of scaring your junior brother to death. ”

Lu Xiaoer smiled for a long time, but said calmly: "Senior brother will naturally not be scared to death, but it is still okay to bluff him into not sleeping for a few nights." ”

Lu Xiaoer said, sighed again, and said, "I don't know what senior sister and junior brother are doing, whether they are eating hot pot with Uncle Le again." ”

Nan Dao looked at the little boy beside him who was rarely in a bright mood because he was far away, turned his head again, looked at the path under his feet that had gradually buried white stones, held an umbrella and said, "Then do you want to go back to eat hot pot?" ”

Lu Xiaoer shook his head, looked at Nandao and said, "Eating hot pot and leaving the world, you always have to make a choice." ”

Nan Dao smiled and said, "Actually, it's not a conflict. ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at the streets of the town that were gradually becoming lively in front of him, thought for a while and said, "Uncle Shi also wants to eat hot pot?" ”

Nandao was about to say something, when he suddenly stopped, stood under the umbrella and quietly looked ahead.

Lu Xiaoer didn't know what this meant, so he followed Nandao's gaze and saw that there was a man dressed in black on the street of the town who was walking there with a sword.

Naturally, there are a lot of people dressed in black.

It's just that the black clothes are probably familiar to everyone in the world.

The world's supervisory body from the predecessor of the Town Ghost Division, Heavenly Hell.

In the heavenly prison, there are naturally many more people in the human world than in the prison.

Although most of them are rangers in the lower realm, but after all, the dark hue of walking in the world still makes people inevitably a little flustered.

Lu Xiaoer naturally understood what Nandao meant to stop, and was about to hold his sword, but Nandao grabbed his hand, and then walked towards that side very calmly.

Since he is a heavenly jailer who is idle, there is naturally no need to provoke him.

The trajectory of the Heavenly Prison Officer's parade in prison is recorded in detail in documents, and if he has been missing for a long time, it will naturally make the nearby Heavenly Prison focus on it.

What's more, the Heavenly Jailer has never been interested in the world.

Nandao calmly stopped Lu Xiaoer's self-defeating approach of holding the sword, took his pig's trotter-like hand, and walked quietly towards the street of the town.

"Then let's eat hot pot today."

Nandao picked up Lu Xiaoer's question that had been on the streets of the mountain town for a long time.

Lu Xiaoer also calmed down, and walked forward with Nandao very honestly, and the two of them looked at the shops on both sides very casually.

There was a small stall selling umbrellas on the side, and the vendors who were sitting on the side of the street shouting, when they saw the two of them, they were a little surprised and said, "Sword cultivation in the mountains? ”

The heavenly jailer heard the sound and looked over.

Lu Xiaoer may be a little nervous, and his breathing is a little unnatural.

Nandao was very calm, a kind of calmness from memory, engraved in instinct, and looked at the vendor with a slight smile and said, "Yes, how do you sell this umbrella?" ”

"Ten pennies a handful. Anyway, no one has come down in the mountains for a long time, and I heard that something seems to have happened, isn't it? ”

As he spoke, the vendor took an umbrella and showed it to the South Island.

"This one is okay, it should be bought for your junior brother, although it doesn't look as good as yours, but it's also very strong, and it's brushed with the best tung oil. With the last seventeen or eighteen years, it's not a problem. ”

Nandao took the umbrella, looked at it for a while, and then handed it to Lu Xiaoer on the side, and said, "What do you think of this?" ”

Lu Xiaoer resisted the urge to look at the heavenly jailer not far away, looked at it carefully for a long time, touched the umbrella again, nodded and said, "This one is okay." ”

"That's it." Nandao took out the money bag from his bosom, counted ten cents, and handed it to the vendor. "Something happened, but it's almost over."

The vendor happily took the money and said with a smile: "That's good, some time ago, the town was about to fight." ”

Lu Xiaoer was holding the umbrella there, because his hands were too bloated, so he sandwiched the umbrella bone under his arm, and it was very cumbersome to hold the umbrella.

The South Island is gossiping with the vendors.

"Why the fight?"

"I don't know, it's some demon clan, and suddenly they say they want to rebel, and then they talk and talk, and they don't make it again. The ghost knows what they were doing, anyway, during that time, I didn't dare to come out to sell umbrellas, counting on the sword in the mountain to repair and take care of it, but I didn't see anyone, so I thought that something was wrong in the mountain. ”

Although this umbrella vendor is only a man of the world, he can see some things clearly.

But speaking of which, such a thing is actually not difficult to guess.

After all, a place like Lingnan likes to take care of the world's affairs the most, not to mention these towns at the foot of the mountains.

If Lingnan comes, something will happen in the world.

If Lingnan didn't come, it would be something happening to Lingnan.

Nan Dao looked at the helplessness on the vendor's face, and with some panic, he somewhat understood the reason why the cultivation world was walking on thin ice.

Maybe the cultivation world just fell a stone, but when it fell to the world, it might roll into an avalanche.

Nandao said softly: "It's okay, nothing will happen to Lingnan." ”

The umbrella vendor smiled and said, "That's good." ”

Lu Xiaoer on the side had already opened the umbrella, holding the umbrella in both hands and standing on the side.

Nandao had only finished his chatter with the vendor, turned around, and glanced at the heavenly jailer, whose black clothes had turned around again in the gloomy sky, and was wandering there.

Nothing happened.

Although it is difficult to brighten the sky in the town because of the high mountains, the skylight that is getting darker and darker is naturally about to rain.

Maybe it's the spring time to come, and the rain is the idea.

The two of them who bought an umbrella and held an umbrella on the side of the road naturally would not be so abrupt.

The two of them walked along the long street for a short time, and the rain fell, although it was not heavy, but it did not have that gentle sense of denseness.

Knocking on the eaves of the street, there is always a murky sound.

The streets gradually became wet, and the drizzle naturally did not have any splashing of moisture.

Lu Xiaoer walked in front of Nandao with an umbrella, looked down at the distorted green hills and eaves reflected on the not very smooth street, and said softly: "Uncle Shi, is he still there?" ”

Nandao said calmly, "I don't know. ”

"Do you want to see it?"

"Don't look at it."

Lu Xiaoer nodded.

It's not in Lingnan anymore, and the little boy naturally seems to be much more cautious.

What's more, this trip to the East China Sea is not a quiet story.

The two walked for a long time before finally seeing a restaurant.

Naturally, the restaurants in the town are not very classy, just a small two-story building with a slight black color on a very simple corner on the side of the street.

Naturally, the name of the restaurant was too lazy to choose, and probably the owner was also a lazy person, so he hung a word crookedly on the door.

So people understand that this is the place to eat.

In previous years, the town relied on Lingnan Jianxiu to go down the mountain to support the flow of people, so the town was a little lively, but there were not many, and the restaurants were quite large, but there were not many people in and out.

The two of them walked inside.

When Lu Xiaoer stopped at the door of the restaurant and looked at the signboard, he secretly glanced in the direction where the two of them came.

In the slight drizzle that spilled like a mountain wind, the sign of the heavenly jailer had long disappeared from the long street, and the vendors on the roadside were moving their stalls under the eaves of the street.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief, followed Nandao, and walked towards the building.

When it rains in spring, it is natural to go up to the second floor so that it does not look too dim.

Nan Dao took Lu Xiaoer to sit down by the window on the second floor, and then asked for a red oil pot bottom, some vegetable meatballs and meat slices and other things, plus a pot of wine.

Although the shopkeeper strongly recommended the duck blood hairy belly, Nandao still sincerely refused.

Because neither he nor Lu Xiaoer likes to eat such things.

In the past, in the hot pot in Lingnan, these foods were naturally not seen.

The two sat by the window, Lu Xiaoer held chopsticks and sat there very reverently, while Nandao was holding an umbrella and looking around the window.

Lu Xiaoer asked curiously, "Uncle Shi, what are you looking at?" ”

"Look at the man's still there."

Nandao said very blandly.

"Didn't you say you didn't need to watch it?"

Lu Xiaoer was a little puzzled.

Nandao turned his head and said softly: "When you walk on the street, you naturally don't need to look, because walking is a matter of walking, and it will be very strange to look left and right. But sitting by the window and waiting for the hot pot to come up is to look around boredly, holding chopsticks there without saying a word, which is also very weird. ”

Lu Xiaoer suddenly realized, nodded in agreement, and then held the chopsticks, moved to the window, and poked his head to look around.

The human town is drizzling, the green hills on both sides are falling, the clouds and mist are disturbed on the mountainside, and the snow is still faintly visible in the high places.

There is a lot of dust.

Lu Xiaoer looked at it for a long time, then retracted his head, but he was a little emotional.

"Uncle Shi, you said that when the people in the town sit here and look at Lingnan, do they feel that it is a very floating and very lofty place of cultivation?"

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "Probably yes." ”

It is naturally difficult for the people of Lingnan to realize the appearance of the Sword Sect in Lingnan, a group of mountains, falling into the world.

is not afraid of clouds to cover his eyes, and he is at the top by chance.

Lingnan is naturally not a place for high-level cultivation in the world.

But for the world, it may still be high enough.

They will fly to the sky and the earth, and they will break through the clouds with their swords.

It's just that probably the world actually knows what kind of existence Lingnan is.

After all, listening to the wind and stream, the sword cultivator who flew away from the sky and broke through the clouds with his sword light broke through the clouds, drank wine all day long, and told messy stories to the people who came up to the mountain.

The two sighed there, but Xiao Er had already walked up with a small hot pot, and a box of small charcoal was included, so that the two of them could watch it slowly and eat it slowly.

The bottom of the pot was already boiling, and occasionally some ripples were running in the red broth.

Lu Xiaoer didn't look outside anymore and picked up the chopsticks.

When he was in Lingnan, Lu Xiaoer was actually the one who was quiet.

It's just that in that case, it is probably because of the need to hold a shelf in front of the junior brother, and after leaving Lingnan, there is a lot less baggage for the senior brother, coupled with the freshness of walking in the world, which makes this young boy with clear eyebrows and eyes a lot more active.

The ingredients were quickly processed, and they were all served in bowls, brought up, and arranged in a circle around the small hot pot.

Green leaves, snow-white tofu, crimson slices, brown meatballs....

Lu Xiaoer was holding the chopsticks with both hands, and on the other hand, he was lighting those things there, for fear that something was missing.

This is what Lu Xiaoxiao told him.

The restaurants in the town of Lingnan Sword Sect were quite sincere, and they didn't miss anything, but they also gave an extra plate of tender tofu.

is probably also the reason why I saw the identities of the two sword cultivators.

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water to eat the water, relying on Lingnan, you will eat Lingnan.

If you rely on Nanyi City, you will eat farts because you lose all your cards playing.

Nandao sandwiched some meatballs and threw them into the hot pot.

Lu Xiaoer was busy for a long time, and found that it was really inconvenient to wrap his hands, so he removed the bandage on his right hand, and the blood marks on it that were beaten by Nandao with peach branches were still there, but they had healed a lot.

Although it is said that it hurts the muscles and bones, it is not spicy.

But taboo is impossible to taboo.

It's impossible to avoid in this life.

Eat some at the top.

It's not a healthy sword cultivator, what do you care about so much.

Lu Xiaoer thought very seriously, carefully picked up a piece of tender tofu and put it into the pot.

While watching the piece of tofu grunt and sink, the little boy asked while looking at the chopsticks in his hand.

"Uncle Shi before, why did you suddenly go back to Nanyi City?"

Nandao looked at the young man at the table and calmly turned his head to look out the window.

Lu Xiaoer would ask this question, which was naturally not an accident.

In fact, I have been curious for a long time to be able to hold it to this day.

"Because I have a friend who was killed in Nanyi City."

Lu Xiaoer nodded thoughtfully.

"So that's the case, then why did he ....."

Lu Xiaoer's words were not finished, because Nandao told the reason very directly.

"I killed her."

Lu Xiaoer took a deep breath, looked at the piece of tofu in the pot, thought for a while and said, "I don't know if this piece of tofu can be clamped, what if it is broken?" ”

Nandao quietly looked out the window.

The drizzle outside the window looked a lot like a rain last March.

But the millennia and three years have passed.

So Lu Xiaoer changed the topic very interestingly, and Nandao naturally didn't say any more, scalded a piece of cabbage, and ate it very quietly.

In the drizzly town, sitting by the window with an umbrella and eating hot pot, the boy is probably a little weird.

But fortunately, there are no people here today, so there is nothing to talk about, and the shopkeeper only thinks that this Lingnan sword cultivator has some special habits.

Of course Lu Xiaoer doesn't know how to hold an umbrella, his umbrella has been put away and put it in a wooden barrel on the side, which is probably a special place to put an umbrella, otherwise the wooden board is wet, maybe it will rot one day, and even someone will fall down with the hot pot and smash to death to the shopkeeper who was sitting at the door humming a tune.

This hot pot was eaten very quietly.

The main thing is that the little boy asked a question that was not very appropriate.

So Lu Xiaoer ate the piece of tofu in the bowl, and sincerely thought about how to remedy it.

Nandao was holding the pill seriously, and said: "If you meet a person from Heaven and Hell in the future, don't hold a sword." ”

Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at Nandao and said, "Because this will anger them?" ”

Nandao shook his head and said slowly, "Because this will make it seem that you have a ghost in your heart." ”

"When Hell thinks you have a ghost in your heart, it doesn't matter if you have a ghost or not."

The two teenagers were eating with their mouths full of oil, and they were talking about those things by the window where the rain was dripping.

Lu Xiaoer nodded and said, "I know, Uncle Shi, then we are just like just now?" ”

Nandao said softly: "Yes, or it depends on what passers-by do." ”

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "What if there are no passers-by around?" ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, and then turned his head to look out the window, probably remembering the story in the alley of some dream.

"Then you have to reflect on why you went to a no-man's corner with the people of Hell."