The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

By the time the two finished the hot pot, the town was already wet.

Lu Xiaoer looked at the raindrops that fell into the window and splashed on Nandao's hands by the window.

Faint sword marks appeared on the skin and slowly disappeared.

This made Lu Xiaoer a little worried, he had naturally seen Nandao in the snow, but he didn't know that it would also happen when it rained.

"Wait for the rain to stop before leaving?"

Lu Xiaoer picked up the chopsticks again, rummaging through some food scraps in the soup that had gradually subsided.

Nandao looked at the pair of chopsticks rummaging in the soup, thought for a while, and said, "Are you tired?" ”

Lu Xiaoer nodded sincerely and said, "There is a little." ”

Nandao was about to say that he would take a break, but when he glanced out the window, he frowned slightly, and then said slowly: "Let's go." ”

Lu Xiaoer wanted to ask why, but then he saw the heavenly prison official he had seen before, also holding a black umbrella, and was slowly walking towards this side in the rain and fog on the street.

After eating the hot pot, you can naturally wait for the rain to stop before leaving.

But sitting in the building with an umbrella to eat hot pot is inevitably a little weird, although Nandao doesn't know if the person is coming from this side, but walking in the rain with an umbrella is naturally better than sitting in the building.

Nandao and Lu Xiaoer settled the account, a happy little hot pot, naturally it doesn't take much money, with a happy and generous temperament, the money given to the two is naturally enough to make the two happy for a long time.

Nandao stopped at the door of the restaurant, where Lu Xiaoer was holding an umbrella, and the heavenly jailer was coming this way.

It was a man in his thirties, his face was a little thin, but he didn't have a very gloomy look, after all, people who wandered the world were naturally calmer.

The heavenly jailer stopped in the rain in front of the restaurant, stood under the umbrella, looked at the two of them, and was probably a little surprised to meet them again.

Nandao glanced at him, then calmly turned his gaze to the long street on the side.

Lu Xiaoer opened the umbrella, glanced at him as well, and then said nothing and walked to Nandao's side.

It's just that just when the three of them are about to stagger over.

The heavenly jailer slowly spoke.

"Lingnan is unblocked?"

Nandao said calmly: "This is a matter of Lingnan. ”

"I heard that there are some people in Nanyi City who have been stopped in the mountains."

The Heavenly Jailer was not angry, but just looked back at Nandao's back.

Hearing the word, it shows his identity, not a person from the Heavenly Hell of Nanyi City, maybe it is Lingbei Mountain Moon City, maybe it is Lingdong Bailu City.

But the South Island didn't care.

"They must all be dead."

Naturally, they are all dead.

Throughout December, the South Island did not hear from the Heavenly Jailer in the mountains.

As for who did it, it was Qingjiao, Zhang Xiaoyu, or listening to the wind, Nandao didn't know.

The Heavenly Jailer frowned.

Nandao held an umbrella and stood there with Lu Xiaoer, very calmly and indifferently added.

"After all, that's Lingnan, it's not your heavenly prison, and if you know that something is going to go in and hang around, you naturally die as a matter of course."

The Heavenly Prison Officer quietly looked at Nandao's back for a long time, then stretched his brows and said slowly, "Yes." ”

The two of them didn't say anything more, and the jailer went into the restaurant, presumably asking for some food and drink—some words could be faintly heard in the sound of the rain.

Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer walked along the long street eaves.

After walking far away, Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Nandao on the side.

"This is the first time I've seen Uncle Shi like this."

Nandao said softly: "After all, I am really a Lingnan sword cultivator. ”

So a lot of things, a little substitution, naturally know how to say.

The people of Lingnan are naturally gentle and as soft as the people of the world.

It's just a matter of hell, so naturally it needs to be tougher.

After all, the former is too unpleasant.

Lu Xiaoer has a deep understanding.

In these two short encounters, his heartbeat always beat a little faster unconsciously.

I looked at Nandao with some curiosity.

"Uncle Shi is surprisingly calm sometimes."

Lu Xiaoer admired it very much, this is a state that Nandao has not shown when he was in Lingnan.

Holding an umbrella and carrying two swords on his back, Nandao walked quietly on the streets where pedestrians were becoming scarce.

The town in the mountains grew gloomy.

"Because I've probably been through something too."

Nandao looked up, thinking about the month that seemed to have passed in Nanyi City.

From the beginning, the person from the River Sect, to the people from the Liuyun Sword Sect, and later those who intersected with the Heavenly Hell.

It's just that I've been in Lingnan for too long, and sometimes it's easy to ignore some things from the past.

Lu Xiaoer also remembered what Nandao looked like when he first came.

Although this uncle sat in the building all day drinking and raising swords, he looked very comfortable, but when he came, he was seriously injured and was in a coma for a long time before he woke up.

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything more, and the two went all the way to the north of the town.

Maybe at first, I did get some thoughts of resting in town for the night.

It's just that when they met the idle heavenly prison official again, it made the two of them dispel this idea.

Although the sky is gloomy, it is still early, so leave now, cross the eastern mountains of Fengqiling, and maybe find the next town before dark.

It's just that when the two of them were about to leave the town, they saw a white-haired old man under an eaves at the end of the town in front of them.

The skin on the old man's face was very loose, with many spots, he was already very old, wearing a brown dress, sitting under the eaves and listening to the rain, looking like an ordinary old man in the world.

It's just that there is a sword leaning against the corner of the wall, which has not been used for many years, full of dust and cobwebs, and even on the sword, there are some mottled rust and scratches.

When I walked here, I faintly heard some babbling sounds.

It was as if there was a young woman singing some drama in the door behind the old man.

Nandao stopped, thought sincerely for a long time, looked at Lu Xiaoer on the side and said, "Maybe we are really tired and need to take a break." ”

Lu Xiaoer also looked at the sword with a solemn expression, and then his eyes fell on the old man, and he nodded sincerely.

No one would have thought that the people of the Human Sword Sect would come so quickly.

In other words, no one thought that in the small town at the foot of Lingnan Mountain, there lived a senior brother of the Sword Sect in the world.

This senior brother is older than the one Nandao saw outside Nanyi City.

It's just that no matter how old you are, no matter how weak you are, after all, you used to be the sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect.

Naturally, Nandao would not walk over recklessly and draw his sword to make an appointment.

The two turned around and walked for a while, and Lu Xiaoer said softly: "The name on the sword has been cut off." ”

Nandao nodded.

There are many swordsmen without names.

But those who once had a name and erased it were often the people of the Sword Sect in the world.

"What realm is he?"

Nandao was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Upper realm." ”

Ascending is a very simple word.

But it is also a word that represents the upper echelons of the world.

From the seventh realm of the small path to the thirteen stacks of the Dao Sea, they are all the cultivation of the upper realm of the human world.

Lu Xiaoer held the umbrella in his hand tightly, feeling a little dazed for the first time.

Even when he was in Nanyi City, he was extremely brave and reckless in the face of Jiang Ye in the Nine Realms of the Trail and said cruel words.

But that's not the same.

At that time, Lu Xiaoer was standing behind the entire Lingnan.

But now there are none.

In front of him there was only the South Island, and behind him, there was only a curtain of spring rain.

"What are you kidding?"

The little boy walked in the rain in a little panic, and it took a long time before he finally gritted his teeth and held back such a sentence.

The South Island is calmer.

Although I can't watch the rain myself, it takes some time to walk in the snow.

And the little boy next to him can only see the mountains.

But it was only after the initial surprise that I clenched some of the umbrellas in my hands.

"It's okay, there's a chance."

Lu Xiaoer heard Nandao's very calm words, and turned his head to look at this young uncle who was not much older than himself.

Nandao's expression was equally flat, just looking at the rain in front of him, maybe looking for an inn.

"Isn't Uncle Shi afraid?"

Nandao walked in the rain with an umbrella, and said slowly: "I dare to take Jiang Ye's sword, naturally there is nothing to be afraid of." ”

Maybe it's also a matter of insight.

The accession of the South Island to the WTO is in the city of Nanyi.

You can meet one or two cultivators in the upper realm everywhere, not to mention the two real bigwigs in the world, Cong Jian and Qing Xiang.

I've seen a lot, but it's always a little more bland.

But Lu Xiaoer is different.

The people he had seen were those people in Lingnan, the only one who might have really overhauled, or a happy person who was smiling and making tunes.

Lu Xiaoer listened to Nandao's words, but he also slowly calmed down.

The steps are also a little calmer.

"And sword cultivation in the world, unless you turn into a demon, the older you are, the weaker you are."

Nandao said softly.

"Their aging bodies may not be able to withstand a lot of sword intent impacts sometimes."

Lu Xiaoer sighed softly and said, "But after all, it's an Upper Realm Sword Cultivator, Uncle Shi, you can't stay here until you enter the trail before you go to him." ”

Nandao finally found an inn in the rain and walked towards it with the young man.

"That's too much drag."

Nandao walked while looking up at the sky.

The mountains on both sides are covered with rain and mist.

"I don't know if the cold has really passed, but Lingnan has been cold in the past few months, and there may be a spring snow this year."

Lu Xiaoer seemed to understand something.

"So wait, maybe there's some snow coming?"

Nandao nodded.

The two walked into the inn.

......

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

Han Cicada sat very seriously with the two little boys in the wind and snow sword flat.

Mr. Qi didn't teach anything, no sword style, no sword technique, just let the three of them look at the stone that randomly turned out of the corner in the wind and snow.

The cicada is as silent as the cicada.

Tranquility is still tranquility.

But Zhao Xingxing was a little unhappy.

He didn't know why he had come to learn the sword, but he had to look at the stone first, so he writhed a little uneasily.

However, looking at Mr. Qi, who was sitting in front of the door of the small room not far away, after twisting for a while and finding that no one was really paying attention, he still quieted down honestly.

Gradually, the wind and snow fell silent.

Soon, however, the silence was broken by the sound of a man's footsteps.

It was a gentleman of the sword school, Zhao Xingxing peeked at it.

The man walked in, ignoring the three people sitting in the wind and snow in Jianping, and headed towards the small room.

After saying something to Mr. Qi, the two of them left the sword courtyard.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that Mr. Qi had left that Zhao Xingxing poked Tranquility on the side, but Tranquility ignored him and just looked at the stone in front of him blankly.

So Zhao Xingxing stabbed the chilling cicada on the other side again.

Han Cicada turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at Zhao Xingxing.

"What do you think the gentleman wants us to do with the stones? Is there a sword in the stone? ”

Zhao Xingxing asked puzzled.

Han Cicada thought for a while and said: "Of course there is no sword in the stone, there is only a stone in the stone, and there may still be pulled by an unknown creature tens of millions of years ago, this is what the Dao Sage said." ”

“......”

"But in fact, whether you look at the stone or look at anything else, it's all the same." "I don't want you to see anything in the stones, it's just that you get used to this boring behavior. ”

Zhao Xingxing still couldn't understand.

"Then why get used to this boredom?"

"Shouldn't the spiritual world be colorful?"

Han Cicada smiled: "The world is rich and colorful, and the cultivation world is actually extremely boring. ”

This sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect sat in the wind and thought about it, and felt that he might be speaking too absolutely, so he added.

"Occasionally, it's colorful."

Zhao Xingxing's eyes lit up.

"When?"

The cicada smiled slightly, and it was very captivating.

"When you are smashed by someone, you will see all kinds of colors, such as the blood color of the red cuckoo, such as the brain pulp like the bowl of bean curd you drink in the morning, and the broken bones of the cold, as well as all kinds of organs......"

“......”

"So I have to tell you one more thing, when you go out and hear the people of the Taoist Gate say that you have a measured hand, don't believe it, when they break your skull like a fruit, you won't feel that those people in Taoist robes are measured."

Han Cicada said with a smile: "So our sword cultivation, although sometimes the attack is not light or heavy, but it will generally give people a good time." A sword sealing the throat is extremely aesthetic, this is the aesthetics of the Liuyun Sword Sect. ”

Listening to these words of the chilling cicada, Zhao Xingxing couldn't be happy at all.

Tranquility was a little unusual, and she didn't look at the stone anymore, but looked at the cicada.

"Are you from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"

Tranquility said in shock.

Being able to surprise such a tranquil one like this shows that the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect is still famous.

"Yes."

"Are you a killer then?"

"Yes."

There was silence in the sword flat.

The two young men unconsciously leaned closer to each other.

Han Cicada smiled slightly and said, "But you don't have to be afraid, maybe you will never deal with someone like me in your life." ”

If one day someone like Han Cicada will appear to kill someone like Zhao Xingxing, probably the world is crazy.

The two little teenagers thought about it and felt that it was right.

So he sat back down.

Han Cicada looked at the two of them with a smile and said, "You may be able to use my name to scare people in the future - if I don't fall to the point of being spurned, but I don't think so, I am a killer with a lot of work ethic, and I will probably have a good reputation in the world, and I will not be like my senior brother." ”

The two young boys were silent.

Han Cicada glanced at the sky, thought about it, stood up again, and took the stone between the three of them.

Zhao Xingxing looked at the cicada who was holding the stone and walking towards the back of the small room, confused.

"You took the stone away, what are we going to see?"

The cicada walked in the snow with a stone in his arms, thought for a while, and said, "Look at the snow, it's all the same anyway." ”

"What are you going to do with the stones?"

The cicada chuckled softly and said, "Sharpen the sword." ”

Although when it comes to sharpening swords, the world often thinks of sharpening swords.

But the word sword grinding first came from the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Sharpen the sword and bring out the sword intent.

Defend the sword and have the sword momentum.

The cicada went to the eaves of the backyard with the stone in his arms and sat down very quietly.

He set aside the sword that had been issued by the hanging courtyard, then drew his own sword, the scabbard at his knees, and then held the hilt against the sword grid with one hand, and pressed the blade with the other hand to the stone.

Ordinary stones naturally cannot sharpen swords.

After the path of sword intent and the path of cultivation truly flourished, sword sharpening became a formality.

With such a stone, it is impossible for the sword of the cicada to change in any way.

A sword cultivator of the Great Dao Realm, the sword in his hand, naturally under the tempering of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and Sword Intent, was already extremely tough.

Every time a sword is drawn, it is a sharpening of the sword.

But Han Cicada still went to the backyard and began to sharpen his sword according to the customs of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect for thousands of years.

As for the matter of conscience, it is naturally exempted.

With 20,000 in his arms, it doesn't matter whether he has a heart or not.

There was the sound of sharpening swords in the snowstorm.

Two young teenagers are confused in the front yard.

......

Liu Chunfeng was not in the Hanging Courtyard.

Instead, he was eating noodles at a noodle restaurant outside the hospital.

There are also Zhou Zaishui and some other gentlemen from the Qingniu Courtyard on the side.

The group quietly watched Liu Chunfeng eat noodles.

Tomorrow is the spring exam in the hospital.

As he said with Zhou Zaishui at the beginning, after the spring examination in the courtyard, the nine divisions of the entire fake capital will be replaced.

This is a very barbaric act.

But in the current Huangliang world, only barbarism can break free from the shadow of the goddess and make her own voice.

Jing Zhaoyin has already prepared the roster of the Nine Divisions, but this old man can't get out of Minghefang.

The whole Minghefang is extremely quiet after the New Year.

There was no sound.

Maybe it was buried by some human snow.

Although people did not know what was happening, they chose to take a detour very far away and did not pass through the neighborhood again.

And that roster was sent nine times, and not a single one was sent out.

But Lord Jing Zhaoyin lived there unharmed.

So some of the stories are actually very clear.

The people of the witch and ghost path are in the Minghe Fang.

Nor did they hide it.

Just like Liu Chunfeng didn't hide the matter of cleaning the Hanging Courtyard and the Nine Divisions.

The vast majority of stories are on the bright side.

There was a lot of fanfare.

Liu Chunfeng finished eating the noodles very simply, then left his chopsticks, picked up a corner of Chunfeng's robe, wiped his mouth, and sat there waiting for someone.

Qi Jingyuan.

So Cong Ran, who was holding a sword in the snowstorm, came.

Liu Chunfeng glanced at Zhou Zaishui and the others, didn't say anything, and went out with that Jianyuan Sword Cultivator.

The two of them left the long street of the Hanging Courtyard together, and walked towards the Minghefang, where the Nine Divisions of the Princes of the Past Dynasties were located.

Zhou Zaishui and the others stood together on the long street of wind and snow, then glanced at each other and walked back to the Hanging Courtyard.

The gate of the Hanging Courtyard, which was rarely closed, was slowly closed in the wind and snow.