Lu Xiaosan was very bored lying on the small building, looking at the night outside the building, the snow in the mountains had almost melted.

But it's when the snow melts that it's the coldest.

So Lu Xiaosan carefully took care of his buttocks, and at the same time covered his body with an extra quilt.

The fire in the stove was very strong, and the small building was naturally very warm.

It's just such a warm small building, but there are only two people, Lu Xiaosan and Le Chaotian.

Lu Xiaosan's senior brother left, and Le Chaotian's senior brother also left, and the two nested upstairs as if they were dependent on each other.

Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong rarely come to the canyon again, after all, there are many things to do after the New Year.

So whether it's the fourth year of junior high school or the fourteenth naturally doesn't matter.

Lu Xiaosan looked at it for a long time, poked his head out again, stretched his head to the corridor, and looked at Le Chaotian, who was sitting downstairs and looking up at the hanging money bag.

"Uncle Shi, where do you say Senior Brother and they have gone now?"

Le Chaotian glanced back at the little boy, lowered his head again, looked at the piano in front of him, thought for a while and said, "I don't know, maybe I've been beaten on the road." ”

The story of the South Island, Lu Xiaoer came back and naturally told them.

The night before Lu Xiaoer left the Tianya Sword Sect and the Little White Sword Sect, they pulled the little boy to talk here for one night.

So in Le Chaotian's view, Nandao may be good to be beaten all the way.

But such stories are naturally chosen by themselves.

No one said anything more.

Lu Xiaosan sighed.

Although this kid is very naughty, he can still distinguish between being beaten in the Sword Sect and being beaten when he walks out of the door.

"I don't want to see many years later, my uncle and brother come back and become very rugged, even with scars on their faces."

Lu Xiaosan didn't know what he was thinking about again.

Le Chaotian laughed softly there, but he didn't know what he remembered, he looked back at Lu Xiaosan and said, "When are you going to recite the name of the sword again?" ”

Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "Wait until my ass is almost gone?" What's wrong? ”

Le Chaotian smiled and said, "Aren't you going to wander the world with me?" ”

Lu Xiaosan slapped his ass.

"That's right! Oops....."

Although Lu Xiaosan couldn't stop slapping his buttocks, Le Chaotian didn't ask - after all, he chose it.

After Lu Xiaosan sighed a few times, he snorted and chirped: "Then I'll go tomorrow, Uncle Shi, you can send me there." ”

Le Chaotian laughed softly: "I don't dare to go, let your senior sister go." ”

Lu Xiaosan asked curiously, "Why doesn't Uncle Shi dare to go?" ”

Le Chaotian said confidently: "Because I am a thief with a weak heart." ”

“？”

Lu Xiaosan probably has a lot of question marks.

"That uncle is really not good, you have to learn more from me, and my Lu Xiaosan is never weak-hearted."

Lu Xiaosan said proudly.

Le Chaotian chuckled softly and said, "Okay." ”

Lu Xiaosan lay down for a while, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Uncle Shi gave me the piano, and I will also make a tune." ”

Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and pushed the piano in front of him to Lu Xiaosan.

Because his butt couldn't sit, Lu Xiaosan lay at the door, facing the outside of the building, and began to play indiscriminately.

He started singing again.

"Lalalala, senior brother left yesterday, and junior brother thought very distressed. If you want to ask my brother, my brother is like a little bird. Ahh ”

“......”

"Uncle Shi, how is my poem written?"

Lu Xiaosan asked with a hippie smile.

Le Chaotian said seriously with a clear conscience: "Great. ”

Lu Xiaosan was very happy, he was going to roll, but he thought of his buttocks, so he arched like a caterpillar.

Le Chaotian watched with a smile there.

The peach blossoms downstairs bloom vigorously after the snow.

One year old.

Another spring.

It's just that the one who planted the flowers is gone.

......

Lu Xiaoxiao was not in a very good mood, so Wu Dalong brought a small hot pot over.

Pulling Lu Xiaoyi, Lu Xiaosi, Lu Xiaowu, they came to an open-air hot pot in the sword flat of the Little White Sword Sect where the snow had stopped for a few days.

I was going to ask Le Chaotian to come down too.

But think about Lu Xiaosan, whose butt was broken, is still there, if he knows how to eat hot pot at that time, he will probably have to twist again.

So the five of them sat in the courtyard carrying small benches.

The cold branches and snow are not full, and the moon is not full.

However, on such snowy days, there are some different scenery.

A crescent moon hung in the sky, sparsely sprinkled with moonlight, not very bright, but it was possible to see.

After getting used to it, there is no harm other than being colder.

What's more, hot pot is naturally the same as wine, the more you eat, the warmer it gets.

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't move his chopsticks much, just sat there, looking at the bare laurel trees in the yard very melancholy.

There is occasionally some snow on it, like petals that didn't fall last year.

Wu Dalong sandwiched a piece of tofu for her, this time the tofu was fried tofu instead of tender tofu, and the chopsticks were harder, and the bright red oil soup would gurgle on the yellow tofu skin.

"Don't look at it, the flowers will bloom again next year."

Wu Dalong pretended to be relaxed and said.

Lu Xiaoxiao glared at him and said, "Nonsense, the flowers I planted, of course I know that they will bloom again." ”

Wu Dalong smiled.

This is the first thing Lu Xiaoxiao said tonight.

In order to prevent this sentence from becoming the last sentence, Wu Dalong said again: "By the way, have you transcribed all the sword names that Xiao San carried back?" Don't lose it then. ”

Lu Xiaoxiao glanced at Wu Dalong helplessly, didn't say anything, just picked up the chopsticks and began to eat the food.

A small hot pot was quickly eaten.

Wu Dalong obviously had something else to say, so he hurriedly cleaned up the hot pot, and then pulled Lu Xiaoxiao for a walk in the snowy night.

The two of them walked slowly among the sparse foliage trees, and from time to time they could hear the sound of some snow dripping.

Looking up, the moonlight was slowly moving westward.

Wu Dalong naturally didn't say anything about the idea that the moonlight was really beautiful tonight.

He just glanced at it, then lowered his head and walked slowly.

"After a while, Lingnan will be unsealed, and the Sword Sect should be lively."

Wu Dalong said softly.

"Lingnan should recommend a lot of young people to us to come over, maybe there are some good seedlings."

Although Lu Xiaoxiao didn't speak, he was listening carefully and nodded slightly.

Wu Dalong turned his head to look at Lu Xiaoxiao on the side, lowered his head and thought for a long time, and then said slowly: "Senior brother is definitely leaving, and it is also a good thing that Xiao Er can go out for a walk, although it may look dangerous." ”

"I know."

Lu Xiaoxiao finally said the second sentence, but it was obvious that there were many emotions of loss in it.

Lu Xiaoer is a disciple she taught with her own hands.

Nandao was brought back from the Nanyi River by her painstaking efforts.

This little Lingnan sword cultivator naturally has a lot of sorrow in his heart.

"I just ...... sometimes"

Lu Xiaoxiao stopped on the road, looked up over the wet branches, and looked at the moonlight in the world.

"Sometimes I feel that we have tried our best to let that young man live in the world safely, but he always has to walk into some difficult stories, so there is always a little ...... Impotence. ”

Lu Xiaoxiao's voice was very slight.

It's like the word 'powerless' when she says it.

Naturally, she didn't just feel lost because the two of them were leaving.

It's more because of the story that happened when the teenager left.

I thought that after staying quietly in Lingnan for so long, many things should be able to calm down.

It's just that no one thought that Nandao was directly in confrontation with this place with the most momentum in the world.

Of course, Lu Xiaoxiao will always remember the things he thought when he was by the Nanyi River.

Wu Dalong looked at Lu Xiaoxiao quietly on the side, then turned his head and said softly: "So when people live in the world, they should probably only pursue some things within their ability. ”

The attitude of the two, even after a winter, is still extremely distinct.

"There will be no pain of powerlessness."

Wu Dalong said slowly and walked forward.

"So your focus is often on the sword in front of you and the boy who went up the mountain after the year."

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Wu Dalong's back and said.

That's certainly not wrong.

Because for them, the only ones who can take care of them are those little teenagers.

And the young man holding the umbrella, although the road to be taken in the future may not be a sea of stars, but it is also far away.

Wu Dalong smiled and walked in Guilin of the Little White Sword Sect.

"Yes. This is the difference between the baby cabbage and the extremely rich hot pot in the world. ”

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't say anything more, and walked over together.

"After a while, the junior will probably leave with Senior Brother Le."

Lu Xiaoxiao said with a sigh, but there was a lot less silence.

And then the words flowed out.

"The people of the two Sword Sects have left like this, sometimes when I think about it, I suddenly feel a little lonely."

Wu Dalong thought for a while and said, "If you feel lonely, either the Sword Sect will merge and call it the White Sword Sect." ”

“......”

Lu Xiaoxiao just looked at Wu Dalong quietly.

Wu Dalong scratched his head and said, "I know you don't want to mention this matter later. But after all, ..... in the future"

Lu Xiaoxiao said calmly: "Let's talk about it later." ”

Wu Dalong thought for a while and asked, "By the time Lu Xiaoyi arrived, who of them took over as the sect master?" ”

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't speak.

Wu Dalong was also silent, and the two walked along the path for a while, and walked to the edge of the red leaf forest at the entrance of the Sword Sect, Wu Dalong said goodbye to Lu Xiaoxiao, and walked back to the Sword Sect in the night.

Lu Xiaoxiao was there quietly watching the back of the thirty-five-year-old man who had been striking iron all day long.

Then he turned around and returned to the Sword Sect.

Many years ago, she wanted to change her name to Lu Xiaofeng, naturally not because she knew someone surnamed Xiong.

......

Lu Xiaoer was lying on the bed, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, he couldn't sleep, so he turned over again, looked at Nandao who was sitting by the window, and said, "Uncle Shi, do you want to sleep?" ”

Nandao glanced back at the little boy and said, "Have you seen me sleep in the small building?" ”

Lu Xiaoer thought about it, and it seemed that there really wasn't.

Every time I saw Nandao in the small building, this young uncle often sat in the corridor, drinking, listening to the wind, raising swords, and practicing.

It is rare to see him hugging the bed and quilt like Le Chaotian, and sleeping on the fire in the building.

Lu Xiaoer looked at the umbrella in Nandao's hand again.

Come to think of it, if you need to hold such an umbrella all day long, you probably prefer to sit.

Lu Xiaoer walked to the window and looked out the window at the ghostly mountains in the night rain.

"I don't know what happened to them, Master."

Not long after the young man left the Sword Sect, he was a little melancholy.

It is probably the reason why I was scared twice by that Heavenly Hell today, and I was scared by a senior brother of a certain Sword Sect again, and I was a little undecided.

Lu Xiaoer sat down beside Nandao, looked at the extremely calm young uncle there, and thought to himself, could this be the legendary emperor who is not in a hurry and the eunuch is in a hurry?

However, there are no eunuchs in Huai'an.

I heard that there were dynasties before the name Huai'an appeared.

But that was a long time ago.

Lu Xiaoer's gaze fell from the night rain mountain range, and fell on the town below, now it is still the New Year's season, the lanterns outside the inn are still red and bright hanging under the eaves, and the miserable night rain is more hazy.

But Lu Xiaoer's attention did not fall on those lanterns, but frowned slightly, looking at the man in black who was walking quietly with an umbrella in the long street of night rain.

It's still the same heavenly jailer today.

Lu Xiaoer subconsciously lowered his voice.

"What is he doing?"

Nandao had been watching it for a long time, and said very calmly: "Find someone." ”

"Who?"

Nandao raised his eyebrows and said, "Who can you find from the people of Hell?" ”

Naturally, there are only people on the twelfth floor.

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, and hugged the sword in his arms.

"Is it?"

"It's not."

Nandao said with certainty.

Lu Xiaoer turned his head to look at Uncle Shi on the side and said, "How can Uncle Shi be sure?" ”

Nandao tilted his head and thought for a moment, and said, "Because I've looked at him several times tonight." ”

Lu Xiaoer was silent.

After a long time, the little boy relaxed a little and said, "Isn't Uncle Shi afraid?" ”

Nandao said calmly: "Don't be afraid. ”

"Why?"

"Because he's a sniffer."

The truth is on my sword, not on his, and naturally I am not afraid of anything.

Lu Xiaoer sat by the window and quietly watched the Heavenly Prison Servant walking quietly on the street with a sword, perhaps because of one more look, the Heavenly Prison Servant raised his head again and looked towards the window of this inn.

It's a pity that I still only saw the strange Lingnan sword cultivator sitting by the window with an umbrella.

Lu Xiaoer reacted very quickly and retracted his head.

"How can he find him like this?"

Lu Xiaoer retracted his head and asked very puzzled.

Nandao said sincerely, "I don't know. ”

"Then how did Uncle Shi know that he was looking for someone?"

Nandao said slowly: "A person from heaven and hell who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and wanders in the night rain shouldn't be able to pick up money. ”

So I can only be looking for someone.

The heavenly jailer was probably tired of walking, and with his sword in hand, he stopped at a street curb.

"He's going to listen to the wind."

Nandao said softly.

Lu Xiaoer frowned and asked, "How do you listen, what do you listen to?" ”

"Listen to who tosses and turns, listen to who can't sleep all night."

Lu Xiaoer took a deep breath, opened his eyes wide and said, "Speaking of which, am I from the twelfth floor?" ”

Nandao said very seriously: "I don't know. ”

The people on the twelfth floor can only know yes, but not not.

This is the so-called principle of non-falsification.

Lu Xiaoer decided to go back to bed with the sword in his arms.

The little boy lying on the bed was still tossing and turning.

Although when he came out, he said that he was sincere and swearing.

When he left the canyon, he was also in high spirits.

But when I walked on the road, I found that this was not the case at all.

Before he even really stepped out of the range of Fengqi Ridge, the little boy was already surrounded by sorrow.

Hopefully it will snow tomorrow.

I wish I wasn't the twelfth floor.

Lu Xiaoer gradually became sleepy, thought wildly, and fell asleep.

It seems that it is indeed not from the twelfth floor.

Nandao was sure that he was, so he sat there calmly and looked at the jailer in the night rain.

It's just that Nandao's mind is not on that person, so after looking at it for a long time, he looked at the end of the town again.

In the past, he really couldn't understand how such a sword sect playing cards in Nanyi City could be the most famous sword sect in the world today.

But now I probably know it.

The ghost knows that apart from the seventy-old and eighty-year-old sword cultivator at the end of the town, how many Sword Sect disciples are waiting for him behind?

Naturally, the South Island is also a little worried.

If it had been in the past, he would probably have frowned.

But not right now.

After all, Uncle Shi should look like Uncle Shi.

It wasn't until he heard the steady breathing of the little boy behind him that Nandao glanced back, and then frowned and sighed slightly.

Facing such a sword cultivator, it was naturally not only Lu Xiaoer who was worried.

When he turned back, the heavenly jailer had already walked towards a certain part of the town.

Then it gradually disappeared into the night rain and did not reappear.

Nandao was a little curious.

Could it be that there is really a person on the twelfth floor in this town?

How was Heavenly Hell discovered?

I don't know if this town belongs to the Heavenly Hell of Mountain Moon City or the Heavenly Hell of White Deer City.

But in short, it won't be the Heavenly Hell of Nanyi City.

If it's Nanyi City.

The Heavenly Prison Guard would not hesitate to come to him.

Nandao suddenly remembered something.

I made a big fuss in Nanyi City, and it is impossible for Heavenly Hell not to know.

So Nanyi City Heavenly Prison, is there already someone on the way?

Nandao thought of Di Qianjun and also remembered Ximen.

Compared with the latter, the South Island is more impressed by the former.

And not just because it was the Southern Dispatcher.

It's even more because of that gloomy look.

It's like when I first met that person when I first entered Nanyi City.

The black robe was like night.

Nandao was silent for a long time, then took the two swords from behind him and placed them on his knees.

Thanks to the closure of the mountain in Lingnan.

Probably the action of the Heavenly Hell in Nanyi City will be much delayed.

Minami Island sat quietly in front of the window and gave himself a deadline.

If it doesn't snow tomorrow night.

Then don't wait.

After leaving Lingnan, he naturally had no way to retreat, but to move forward.

The peach blossoms in the sea of gods probably understand a lot of things.

He sat very quietly in front of the wind and snow grass house, swallowing the heaven and earth vitality in the divine sea, and recovering from his injuries.

The night was drizzling.