Chu Waist finished eating the hot pot and simply left here.

As she said, she went up the mountain.

Nandao didn't care.

There is a junior brother named Le Chaotian in the mountain, who can use the sword in his heart to cut down the plum blossoms thirty miles outside the pass with one sword.

Such a person is there, and naturally no one can make any big mess in that place.

Lu Xiaoer was still sitting there in a daze, and after a long time, he looked at Nandao and asked, "Is there really a manslaughter quota in Heavenly Hell?" ”

Nandao was silent for a while, and said softly, "Yes." ”

Silence is not hesitation.

It's asking about the peach blossoms in the sea of gods.

Peach Blossom gave a positive answer.

A hot pot that should have been happily celebrated, but at the end, it was silenced for the little boy.

This little boy who sometimes pretends to be extremely cold and looks like a sword cultivator is naturally difficult to accept such a fact.

The two finished the hot pot and went downstairs.

Lu Xiaoer stood on the long street and looked at it for a long time, then looked at Nandao, who had been waiting for him, and said softly.

"Let's go, Uncle Shi."

When the two passed by the courtyard at the end of the town, Lao Jianxiu was sitting at the door, looking at the two with some smiles.

Nandao was silent for a while, and naturally he could understand that this senior brother of the Human Sword Sect probably had good intentions.

Otherwise, it should have been a human covenant between Nandao and the Human Sword Sect, and naturally it would not have been made by Chu Yuan, who only had a small path.

He stopped at the gate of the courtyard and saluted with an umbrella.

"Senpai."

Lu Xiaoer was a little hesitant, but seeing that his uncle was so sincere, he also held his sword and saluted.

The old Jian Xiu surnamed Chu nodded, looking at Nandao, as if he was contemplating something.

Lu Xiaoer thought it would be some kind of profound words.

As a result, I didn't expect Lao Jianxiu to ponder for a long time before he said a word.

"You should be called Nandao?"

Nandao nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Old Jian Xiu looked at the long street in the world with some sighs.

It's still early, even if Nandao and Chu Waist have already fought and eaten a hot pot, it still hasn't been noon.

Not out of fifteen is a year.

During the Chinese New Year, people always have to be lazy.

There weren't many people on the streets.

The atmosphere of the town at the foot of the mountain is naturally different from that in the city.

"Your name will probably be heard soon."

These were the words of Lao Jian Xiu after sighing.

Nandao stood at the gate of the courtyard and said softly, "For me, maybe it may not be a good thing. ”

Old Jian Xiu didn't ask why.

Naturally, people have their own ideas.

There are people who enter the avenue at a young age like Bai Fengyu, who desperately want the world to hear their names, and there are those who do not want to be heard by their names for the rest of their lives—this is a difficult example, because no one has heard of names.

Old Jian Xiu didn't ask about the story of Nanyi City.

In fact, whether it is Nandao or Lu Xiaoer, it can be seen that Lao Jianxiu does not have any desire to do anything, maybe he has been sitting in the wind, frost, rain and snow in the town for too long, and he doesn't have many days to watch the world, just want to live a few days of stability.

It's just obvious that the story of the human sword sect Hu Lu who was almost killed by the Nanyi River will always be sent to all parts of the world with the flow of people.

It can be called the sound of the waves, or it can be called the sound of the wind.

There is more than the sword of Hu Lu in the wind.

There is also the phrase of ginger leaves.

Old Jian Xiu naturally had to go to the appointment, turned out his old sword, and sat in the town, waiting for some young man who might pass by here.

"Yes, you're going to go a little slower." Old Jian Xiu said softly. "After all, not everyone is as lazy as I am."

Nandao listened to Lao Jianxiu's sincere admonition, but he was silent for a while, and then said softly: "I thought you would always have some resentment about what I did in Nanyi City. ”

The South Island does not quite understand this contrast.

Jian Xiu, who was supposed to be a roadblocker, became a gentle guest on a journey in the world, which is naturally a strange thing.

That's the reason for the silence.

Old Jian Xiu laughed softly: "I'm not the disciple named Jiang Ye. ”

Old Sword Cultivator probably hadn't seen that disciple named Jiang Ye either.

"In other words, the world is always a little alienated, I have been away from the Sword Sect for a long time, and I have never seen such a fifteen-year-old boy named Hu Lu, although the customs of the Sword Sect are in the same line, with a person like the master, it is not far behind, but after all, I don't know what kind of person he is. was able to sit at the door, just because he was once a disciple of the Sword Sect in the world, and he always had to take care of the reputation of some Sword Sects. ”

Old Jian Xiu said softly.

"In fact, the fact that you're here at least shows that you're probably not a good person."

Nandao was silent and said softly: "Actually, the error of that story is caused by me. ”

Old Jian Xiu smiled and said, "I don't know what it is, I'm not a person who listens to the wind, and I don't want to know what it is." Life is very busy, get up early in the morning to have breakfast, then busy with some things you like, and then busy with some things to make a living, and finally look at the sunset over the green mountains, if you are interested, eat a hot pot, just like you do today. ”

Nandao didn't dwell on the story of Nanyi City anymore, quietly looked at the old sword cultivator sitting under the eaves in front of him, and said slowly: "What about Chu Waist? ”

Old Jian Xiu smiled slightly.

"She doesn't really have much on her mind."

"You told me this morning that you actually planned to come here today, and it was decided the day before yesterday, and you want to clarify this misunderstanding, I just smiled at the time."

Old Jianxiu sat there comfortably.

"But it's the same for her."

"This kind of thing is a very life-delaying thing, you came to the town, but you didn't come for a long time, she wanted to take out the sword for me, so I could only wait patiently, but she also told you before, she was very busy, and when you came this morning, she was still hanging her throat."

Nandao seemed to understand something, but said helplessly: "So in the end, she just thinks I'm wasting her time?" ”

Old Jian Xiu nodded.

Lu Xiaoer said puzzledly: "Then she still has to go up the mountain to learn swords?" ”

Old Jian Xiu said softly: "Going up the mountain to learn the sword is just an excuse, for her, it is a troublesome and easy thing to feel guilty about coming to stop you in the town. ”

"Although that sword is somewhat interesting, it is not so interesting that she needs to abandon the sword path of the Human Sword Sect and learn that kind of sword."

This is the great truth of the world.

The sword of the Tianya Sword Sect, even if it is indeed very interesting.

But compared to the Human Sword Sect, the Sword Sect that had inherited the Sword Cliff Sword Dao, it was naturally nothing more than that.

Lu Xiaoer finally understood where the weirdness of the first half of the conversation in that hot pot came from.

He is a member of the Little White Sword Sect, and he is also a person who has learned the sword of the Tianya Sword Sect, but the things involved are just in between.

Although it may not be regarded as sitting in the sky, it can naturally be regarded as short-sighted.

In his eyes, in addition to the sword of fine snow in the south island, only the sword taught by the grass for Hotaru would be better.

"So it's just an option to settle grievances."

Nandao said softly.

"Yes."

Old Jian Xiu sat under the eaves and nodded, and continued the things that had not been finished very sincerely.

"So you have to go slower, whether you are in the realm of sword intent or the realm of cultivation, in front of the human sword sect, you can only be regarded as low."

Old Jian Xiu said and thought about it again.

"Probably you'll have some sort of way to elevate yourself - that's probably why you've been waiting in town for a few days."

Old Jian Xiu said very seriously.

"I don't know what it is, but it's still a pretty little bit, like you didn't wait for it this time."

Nan Dao stood quietly under the umbrella, and he naturally understood that what Old Jian Xiu said was a very reasonable thing.

A lot of times, just thinking about it, when you're emotionally excited, it's easy to take it for granted.

For example, when Jiang Ye's words were answered, although Nandao knew that it was difficult, he finally brought some youthful confidence.

I feel that there is nothing that is not okay.

However, that day when I saw this old sword cultivator.

Although it was only Lu Xiaoer who was shocked.

But the South Island was not without panic.

It's just to be an example of my uncle.

What kind of joke is this, Lu Xiaoer naturally said it to Nandao's heart.

Nan Dao stood quietly for a long time, and then said softly, "Isn't there a lower realm disciple in the Human Sword Sect?" ”

Old Jian Xiu laughed softly: "Of course there is, when they were young, but the youngest one you can see now, except for the one called Hu Lu, is another one named Zhang Xiaoyu." ”

Therefore, not to deceive the young in the world is an extremely important criterion in the cultivation world.

This is not the nascent era of the Great Dao.

The avenue may still be young, but it is also thousands of years old.

Many conventions have long been formed.

For example, the upper goes up, and the lower goes down.

A place like the Sword Sect in the world naturally won't accept people who are busy.

In Cong Blade's words, at least the talent can't be much worse than him.

As a disciple of Cong Zhongxiao, although Cong Blade often laughs at himself for his poor talent, it is only because he has always been the one who benchmarks the Sword Grinding Cliff.

A hundred years have passed, and there is little difference in talent, and age is the most important determining factor.

Old Jian Xiu looked at Nandao with a sigh and said, "Your cultivation years are too short, so you will naturally think that they are too tall, but this is not something that is beyond reach. ”

The South Island was quiet.

Naturally, he understands this.

If Peach Blossom hadn't lied.

He's really crossed the avenue three times without entering.

Many things will naturally chase fast.

Just like in March last year, he just started to enter the Tao.

Now it's almost like stepping into the snow.

Nandao suddenly remembered what Zhang Xiaoyu said to himself in a certain snow last year.

Again, you need to go slower.

It's just that obviously the meaning is different.

What Old Jian Xiu said was to let the realm of Nandao keep up with his pace.

And Zhang Xiaoyu's slower walk is to make the Nandao realm slower than his pace.

Both naturally make sense.

It doesn't make sense, it's unsatisfactory, and it's a story that is pushed by fate.

It was the letter that had been sent to the north.

So in fact, the path is all chosen by yourself.

Nandao took Lu Xiaoer to stand at the gate of the town's tail courtyard for a long time, and finally bowed to the old sword, and said softly: "Thank you, senior." ”

The smile on the old sword cultivator's face was charming and kind.

"You're welcome."

After the rain stopped, the two teenagers quietly walked out of the end of the town and walked towards the foot of the green hills.

The old sword cultivator was sitting there, but he was a little uneasy and moved his buttocks.

After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that it was because there was no sound of my granddaughter singing in the yard behind me.

Old Jian Xiu sighed and decided to take a quiet nap.

......

Zhang Xiaoyu returned to Nanyi City.

Those who were still immersed in the excitement of the New Year, after a while, they reacted that the young man who folded his white clothes into strips of cloth and blindfolded them was Zhang Diancang, who was popular in Nanyi City at the beginning.

"Zhang Xiaoyu?"

Some people chatting on the side of the road looked at Zhang Xiaoyu in amazement.

"How did you become like this? How long has it been since you washed your clothes? Are you being bullied outside? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was still smiling slightly at the people who had played cards together.

Until I heard the next few words, it was as if someone had punched me heavily in the heart.

This sword cultivator, who has been playing cards in Nanyi City for seven years, suddenly felt very aggrieved the first moment he returned to Nanyi City.

But he didn't say anything, just laughed softly, with some trembling voices, and said lightly: "No, who can bully me Zhang Xiaoyu?" yes, hahaha. ”

Because they couldn't see Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, those people in Nanyi City also felt that Zhang Xiaoyu was probably really laughing.

It's all a joke.

Zhang Xiaoyu restrained his emotions and talked and laughed with everyone leaning on the guardrail by the river.

Regarding the matter of his eyes, Zhang Xiaoyu just used an accident very plainly to perfunctory.

The people of Nanyi City are well-informed, so naturally they will not wonder why Zhang Xiaoyu is blind and why he can still walk around in a good manner.

Where all the great rivers first flowed together, it was natural that I had seen everything.

As people talked, someone accidentally talked about what happened by the Nanyi River not long ago.

About the rat, about the reed, about the boy under the umbrella.

Zhang Xiaoyu fell silent.

What can he say?

He couldn't say anything.

Hu Lu is his own junior brother.

The South Island is also yes.

And for the latter, he has a deeper level of guilt.

Therefore, on the first day that this white-clothed sword cultivator came back from Huangliang, he stood by the Nanyi River for a long time, and finally only whispered.

"It's good that they're all alive."

Those former card friends naturally didn't say anything, just patted Zhang Xiaoyu's back comfortingly.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled, and then walked north along the Nanyi River.

People didn't ask anything, after all, Zhang Xiaoyu used to be a member of the Sword Sect, and when it came to it, he had to go back to the Human Sword Sect to take a look.

After walking a long way, the people behind him remembered the previous things, looked at this former disciple of the Sword Sect, and said with a smile: "Zhang Xiaoyu." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu turned around.

"We believe in you, of course."

It's about Lingnan.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there for a long time, then laughed softly, turned his head, and walked along the long river.

It wasn't until he had walked far away that the white-clothed sword cultivator raised his hand, as if wiping the corners of his eyes.

I guess I'm really a fish that is going to be drowned.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked on the bank of the river in Nanyi City, looking at the familiar and lively scenery, and thought quietly.

Those who want to be saved can't go as far as far offshore.

What can be saved is not in the river.

The young man with the empty scabbard on his back quietly walked through the entire Nanyi City.

until he walked outside the gate of the Human Sword Sect.

The door is closed.

So there needs to be a knock on the door.

Just knocking on the door and pushing the door are naturally two different meanings.

But Zhang Xiaoyu still raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The morning sun shines all over the place.

The one who opened the door was Jiang Hehai, the senior brother who had been sitting in the gatehouse for many years to play cards.

"Zhang Xiaoyu!"

Jiang Hehai looked at the young man at the door very happily.

grabbed Zhang Xiaoyu's hand and walked towards the Sword Sect.

"Senior brother, senior brother is back!"

Jiang Hehai, who was almost thirty, was as happy as a child, shouting at the Sword Sect.

The senior brothers of the Sword Sect soon came out.

Standing on the Qingxi inclined bridge in those gardens in twos and threes, he just saw the strip of cloth on Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, but he was silent with a smile.

A lot has happened to the Sword Sect these days.

Cong Jian never returned, some brothers died outside Nanyi City, Chen Huaifeng also never returned, Hu Lu was seriously injured, and he has not recovered so far, and finally saw Zhang Xiaoyu come back.

The twenty-six-year-old young brother who used to like to wear clean white clothes to play cards, and then squatted on the side of the road in the cold morning breeze and nibbled on rice balls.

But he has become a blind man.

After Jiang Ye's smile faded, he stood by the bridge and was silent for a long time before asking, "What happened?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't see it.

But he can still feel the looks of his senior brothers from the breeze in the world.

The change in expression is stark.

The turn was abrupt.

Because no one thought that Zhang Xiaoyu would become a blind man.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood at the door of the Sword Sect very freely and blandly, and said softly: "Li Qinghua is blind, I gave her my eyes." ”

The senior brothers of the Sword Sect naturally know the story of Zhang Xiaoyu and Li Qinghua.

Mei Quming stood in a daze for a long time, sighed softly and said, "How can this be? ”

There was silence in the Sword Sect.

There was just a sigh one after another.

Zhang Xiaoyu took the initiative to break this scene, listening to the sounds in the wind, and did not see any trace of a senior brother who drank tea to maintain his health.

"Senior Brother Huaifeng, haven't you come back yet?"

Jiang Hehai said softly on the side: "Senior Brother Huaifeng is not coming back, he is now a Taoist of Qingtian Dao." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a moment and said, "This is the price that Qingtian Dao needs to pay for the Sword Sect in the Lingnan matter?" ”

Jiang Ye turned his head to look at the north and said slowly, "Maybe yes." ”

The people fell silent again.

It's as if there is no good news.

Xiao Congxin's figure appeared beside those senior brothers, looking at the blindfolded Zhang Xiaoyu, scolding people very sadly.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, you are really a bastard."

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly.

"Yes."

Then this white-clothed sword cultivator looked towards a pool.

"Where is the Hulu?"

Jiang Ye nodded.

The group headed towards a pool.

Zhang Xiaoyu crossed the incomparably familiar alley and stopped under the peach tree.

Hu Lu's figure was there, suspended by the sword intent.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, just watched quietly.

Jiang Hehai walked forward a little and looked at the unconscious teenager.

"Hu Lu, your senior brother Xiaoyu is back."

The boy's fingers seemed to move.

It seems to be an illusion again.

It's just a pool of peach blossoms.

A pool of green bushes is new and green.

A pool of water ripples wrinkled.

Spring is coming.