The world only knows that Li Shanhe has a name called Daosheng me.

It's just that I never thought that he also had a name called Le Chaotian.

This is not a pseudonym, but a real name.

Just like once in Daze, Liu March once asked the divination operator a question.

Li Shanhe is called Li Shanhe because he learned the finger of mountains and rivers.

What about you?

So the fortune operator is called Xie Chaoyu.

Li Shanhe is called Le Chaotian.

It's just that this name has probably not been used since the civil strife in the Qingtian Dao.

Therefore, the world has no way of knowing, and it is normal.

A hundred years of life is like flowing water.

Fifty years is no different.

In the incomplete dream that Zhang Xiaoyu had under the sword cliff, if the picture of the young man falling on the ridge was clearer, the young Taoist who stopped in front of the twelve-year-old boy would naturally be happy with a gentle voice smiling.

So the South Island although there are many guesses.

But he never guessed that such a junior disciple is Li Shanhe, who is the master of today's mountains and rivers, who is called a madman and a wicked man by the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there quietly.

He was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Then call it junior brother." ”

Mountains and rivers view brothers, friends and brothers.

If you call Master, you will naturally have a lot of trouble.

Mentor and disciple are different.

The junior brother is the junior brother of the South Island.

Le Chaotian laughed softly, sat upstairs and said, "Naturally, you can." ”

The canyon was quiet for a long time, and there was sword light flying below, maybe it was the newly recruited disciple of the Tianya Sword Sect who was testing the sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt that kind of sword intent, and there was a very clear shadow of the sword intent of the Sword Sect in the world.

This is certainly a curious thing, but Zhang Xiaoyu didn't have the heart to think about those things.

Just standing on the edge of the cliff against the wind.

"When did you change your mind?"

At the beginning, it was Le Chaotian who asked Zhang Xiaoyu to kill an umbrella person, far away from the north, hiding in the Lingnan Mountains and sincerely teaching that young man many life truths.

The beginning of such a story.

It was the first year after Zhang Xiaoyu entered the view.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who was still a teenager at that time, stood in the warm lights of the mountains and rivers, looking back at his master, who was obviously many years old but still young.

- What is the purpose of my initiation of cultivation?

A young Taoist whispered - to kill a man with an umbrella.

At that time, there were probably no umbrellas in the South Island, and they did not start drinking peach blossom wine.

A lot of the stories haven't started yet.

And a certain Taoist seems to already know a lot of things.

Yes, he is Xie Chaoyu's junior brother and Bai Fengyu's disciple.

Many things, the white jade ballad of the fortune operator, and Le Chaotian will naturally do it.

When Zhang Xiaoyu was standing at the back door of the Sword Sect later, when he saw the young man holding an umbrella, he was actually stunned for a moment.

He thought a lot of things at that time.

For example, do you know that I will fall out with you, Master, later?

Fate, of course, will not be something clear, it is vague and hazy, and everything is hidden in a fog that cannot be peeped into.

But he still chose to send his sword into cause and effect.

Because Zhang Xiaoyu's other master also made the same decision.

So Zhang Xiaoyu waited for a certain snowstorm that spread to the head of Nanyi City, and a very tired teenager.

It's just that such a story obviously has an ending.

"When I saw that snowstorm that was three feet away from fate."

Le Chaotian said softly.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there for a long time, and after a long time, he turned around, raised his head slightly, faced Le Chaotian on the small building, and asked a question very sincerely.

"What is fate, and how is it three feet?"

Le Chaotian looked down at the qin, and the blood he spat out that day already had some marks on it.

This is the three feet of fate.

It's just that something like this, maybe it's still not clear enough.

Li Shanhe decided to teach this disciple of his one last lesson.

So Le Chaotian, who stroked the qin, and Li Shanhe, who watched the qin, told a story to Zhang Xiaoyu very calmly.

A story I heard from my senior brother, the divination operator Xie Chaoyu.

......

"I heard that you know the world and fate."

Cong Jian sat on the edge of the bridge and looked at Xie Chaoyu as he spoke, picking a green leaf from the peach tree on the side.

"Then guess if this leaf is broken."

Xie Chaoyu was silent for a while, and then said softly: "This is something that can't be guessed. ”

If you say it's not broken, then the Blade will destroy it with sword intent.

You say it's broken, and the Blade won't do anything.

But the young Xie Chaoyu took a trick and said slowly: "It has been broken in your heart. ”

Cong Blade was amazed by the young man's thinking, so he let go of the leaf and said with admiration, "You can indeed see some fate, but you can't exhaust it. ”

Xie Chaoyu said softly: "How can fate be exhausted? ”

So Cong Jian and Xie Chaoyu also told a story.

This story took place much longer.

——

Cong Blade accidentally met a young man in green clothes who woke up in a daze.

He was asked the same question.

"Senior, guess if this leaf is broken."

The young man in green clothes said with a yawn.

"It's not broken."

Cong Blade stood there for a long time, stunned.

He spread his hands.

The blades of grass in the hands were very intact and nothing happened.

He always thought that there was no answer to the question.

However, when the young man in the green dress said that it was not broken, Cong Jian thought for a long time, but he had to admit it.

Yes, this is a question with answers.

The young man in the green dress didn't do anything.

But the Blades didn't do anything.

He didn't destroy that leaf with his sword intent.

Because he didn't dare.

Even if the boy was just yawning, looking for his flask.

——

"There are gods in the head." Cong Blade said calmly. "The gods here are not the ghosts and gods of Huangliang, but some beings who are higher than any people in the world."

Xie Chaoyu stood there silently and said slowly: "So the fate of the world can be exhausted, above three feet, in the hands of the person who is enough to control the world." ”

This is the origin of the original destiny three feet.

Something that can be seen from a leaf held in the palm of a hand.

......

Le Chaotian sat upstairs and raised his hand to press on the strings.

"Senior brother's snowstorm is something that all those who spy on fate can't control."

Zhang Xiaoyu listened silently.

"When he holds the umbrella, he's out of our watchful eye. It's a cong blade, and you have to sincerely persuade you - hold your umbrella tightly, boy. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally understands these things.

This is also the reason why Cong Blade has always been reluctant to join the Sword Sect.

Only now did he realize it.

It turned out that it was the three feet of fate.

Three feet above the world.

"I used to have an incomparably fearful of such a young man, and the story of Qingtian Dao left too deep an impression on all of us, so in that fear, my first reaction was to kill him."

Le Chaotian smiled slightly and said: "But obviously, in terms of looking at fate, I am not as good as Senior Brother Chaoyu, nor as good as Senior Cong Blade." ”

"The great flow of the world comes from heaven, naturally we can't block it, we can only try our best to channel him, extinguish his resentment, pour out his blocks, and soften his heart. He was going to walk up the twelfth floor, but it was just right, just right for a blank sheet of paper for painting. ”

Li Shanhe can paint the mountains and rivers of the world, and he is naturally good at painting some other things.

Le Chaotian is naturally a painter and a musician, but he is also a water control for the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there quietly, and after a long time, he whispered, "What about me?" ”

Le Chaotian smiled slightly: "Since you left the view of mountains and rivers, it is your fate that you do not let me, ask me what to do?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stood silently in the cool spring breeze.

Le Chaotian played the tune and said slowly: "I won't care about the things in the view, whether you want to go to your senior brother's path or your own path, it's up to you to choose." ”

The music is peaceful, but there is a faint sadness in it.

"Even if you still think that people like me have to die."

The young man sitting in the building still had a quiet brow on his face.

"I wouldn't care."

"As for the sword you later stabbed at your senior brother, you poured those stigmatizing sewage on the mountains and rivers, this is correct."

Le Chaotian whispered, the song stopped abruptly, he let go of his hand, folded it in front of his abdomen, and calmly looked at the disciple in front of him.

"Everyone has guessed who will be the next generation of the view of mountains and rivers, and there are different opinions, it is nothing more than Li Shi, Chen Qingshan, or you."

Le Chaotian looked up at the world with an indifferent expression.

"But there will be no next generation of viewers of the mountain and river view."

"Such a Taoist temple will only exist for one generation."

"If you don't kill me, I'll kill you in the future."

Le Chaotian lowered his head again, looking indifferent.

"Your talent is too high, I won't rest assured."

Brothers, friends, brothers, brothers

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there silently.

At this point, he finally understood why Li Shi would leave the mountain and river temple early and build a river and cloud temple outside the pass.

Of course, the senior brother will know more than the junior brother.

Just like the white storm back then.

The first to make trouble was Xie Chaoyu.

The attitude of Le Chaotian in the small building is completely different from the past.

is also ruthless, it's just a thought.

Ruthless flowing water and amorous guests may not be able to be amorous and ruthless guests.

So probably Le Chaotian's favorite is really the little boy Lu Xiaosan of the Little White Sword Sect with mediocre talent.

The two stood there for a long time.

There were some sighs and sighs in the canyon.

It was Lu Xiaosan who came back from Tianya Town with a sword name.

The little boy who still had a pain in his buttocks walked all the way on crutches, shouting while he was far away.

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi, come and help me."

The look on Le Chaotian's face disappeared, and he smiled a little, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu below and said, "How about helping me help him up, senior brother?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, but he also walked towards the canyon.

Lu Xiaosan naturally recognized Zhang Xiaoyu.

After all, it didn't take long for that night's hot pot to pass.

It's just that in just one month, this Sword Sect Senior Brother has become a blind man?

Lu Xiaosan was actually very curious.

But he also knows that there are some things that can be said nonsense, and some things that cannot be asked.

After all, he is just a weak, pitiful and helpless little boy who has been beaten to the bottom.

In case he was upset when asked, he didn't know if Le Chaotian could save himself - after all, he had heard Le Chaotian call him senior brother that night.

After asking and learning that Le Chaotian was too lazy to move and asked him to help help him up, Lu Xiaosan was also relieved.

After all, if Le Chaotian calls him Senior Brother, it is not reliable, but Nandao also calls him Senior Brother, it is a very reliable thing.

Lu Xiaosan didn't know why he had the idea that Uncle Nan was more reliable than Uncle Le.

But it's about two people and half a pound and eight taels.

Zhang Xiaoyu took Lu Xiaosan to the side of the building, didn't say anything, and left calmly in the spring breeze, probably in order not to annoy Lu Xiaoxiao, after walking for a while, he turned into sword light, just like when he came.

"What is he here for?"

Lu Xiaosan climbed up the small building with difficulty, lay down at the door of the small building and breathed a sigh of relief, resisted the idea of rolling around to celebrate, and looked at the blind sword cultivator who was far away very curiously.

Le Chaotian tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Probably there are some things that I don't understand very well, and I want to ask." ”

Lu Xiaosan said suspiciously: "Ask you? ”

Le Chaotian said: "Of course not, I asked you Uncle Nan, but unfortunately he is no longer in Lingnan, so we chatted for a while." ”

Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian strangely.

"He's downstairs and you're upstairs, so it's called small talk?"

Le Chaotian smiled: "Otherwise? Do you still invite him to eat hot pot? ”

Lu Xiaosan nodded when he heard this, and said, "That makes sense." ”

Le Chaotian continued to play the piano again, while asking Lu Xiaosan about his situation today.

"How did you remember today?"

Lu Xiaosan was very comfortable with a sting.

"It's okay, I asked about the grass for fireflies, and there are probably not many left." Lu Xiaosan said and thought about it again.

"I can probably finish it within this month."

"When the time comes, I will be the world's premier sword immortal!"

The little boy said excitedly.

Le Chaotian smiled on the side.

The verbal and imaginary sword immortals are naturally much more interesting than the real sword immortals.

The two of them were resting there.

Lu Xiaoxiao walked up again.

Le Chaotian looked at the joy on the latter's face, and said with a smile: "I really have one more nephew?" ”

Lu Xiaodao: "Yes." ”

Lu Xiaosan said curiously on the side: "What nephew?" Master, are you accepting disciples again? Is it called Lu Xiaoliu? ”

“......”

Lu Xiaoxiao walked to the small building and sat down next to the two.

"What Lu Xiaoliu, it's not the Little White Sword Sect that accepts disciples, it's the Tianya Sword Sect, your Uncle Wu accepts disciples, but junior, don't call other people's junior sisters when the time comes, that's ....."

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't listen to what Lu Xiaoxiao said later.

Just lying there with glowing eyes.

Ah, it's my sister.

Small, soft, fragrant, a little sister who will cry for a long time after a punch.

For the first time, Lu Xiaosan felt that his ass was so unbearable.

When your ass is ready, you must scare this little sister.

Hey.

Lu Xiaosan was secretly thinking there.

Lu Xiao's really didn't listen to it at all.

As for Lu Xiaoxiao, he didn't notice Lu Xiaosan's careful thoughts, but he was talking to Le Chaotian about something else, that is, to accept disciples after a while, and ask him to go to the Sword Sect to support Wu Dalong.

Although Le Chaotian was a little lazy, it was not impossible to do such a thing, so he naturally agreed.

After Lu Xiaosan finished, he instructed Lu Xiaosan a few more words, and then went downstairs.

After Lu Xiaoxiao left, Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan with a smile.

"What are you thinking, boy?"

Lu Xiaosan came back to his senses and wiped his saliva.

"No, absolutely not, I, Lu Xiaosan, am a serious sword immortal."

The righteous words of the little boy are reasonable.

This is not a talent in another sense.

If it was Lu Xiaoer, he would definitely not be able to hold it anymore, and he would start to feel weak.

However, Lu Xiaoer probably won't be as nonsense as Lu Xiaosan.

Le Chaotian didn't demolish him, but just turned his head back with a smile.

Play and sing.

"Ask Yu what he means to live in Bishan ....."

——

asked Yu what he meant to live in Bishan, and smiled without answering. The peach blossoms are gone, and there is no heaven and earth and no world.

——

This is a poem that Lu Xiaosan once recited back from Tianya Town.

Le Chaotian composed a tune for it.

Lu Xiaosan naturally couldn't understand the meaning.

......

Cao Weiying sat by the sword lake, holding the wine gourd in his hand.

There is a faint sound of singing in the spring breeze in the world.

“...... There is no heaven and earth. ”

After listening to the song, Cao Weiyi took a big sip of the wine gourd with a smile.

Naturally, there is no other heaven and earth.

Some people haven't been to Heavenly Town, but they can guess something.

......

Lingnan listens to the wind and stream.

A teenager came down the hill.

Zheng'an stood quietly by the brook bridge.

The two on the bridge were drinking, and they were also looking at a letter in their hands.

The letter was brought by a young man.

But it wasn't written by a teenager.

The person who wrote the letter was called Yun Hu Unknown.

Mr. Nanyi City Hanging Courtyard Qingniu Courtyard.

Lingnan had never received such a letter before.

Because that's a letter of recommendation.

The letter is accompanied by some of the young man's cultivation process and evaluations.

The completion of the top four is obviously extremely rare.

The young man's name is Fu Jiangnan, fourteen years old, and he entered the mountain realm.

It was one of the two places that were given to Lingnan by the prime minister after the summary at the end of the year.

As for the other teenager, he took the letter of recommendation and planned to cross Lingnan and try his luck in the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Listening to the wind chanting for a long time, he then raised his head a little strangely and looked at the young man who was standing there quietly.

At the beginning, the hospital allocated two places to Lingnan, and he had naturally heard some about it, but he didn't think that anyone would really come to Lingnan with a letter, but he didn't care about it all the time.

It wasn't until after Lingnan was unsealed that the young man really climbed up the mountain seriously with the letter, and inquired all the way to Tingfeng Creek.

Not only listening to the wind, but also Gu Shanhong felt a little incredible, as if he was thirsty, he kept drinking.

Listening to Feng Yin for a long time, he muttered a little, looked at the young man named Fu Jiangnan and said, "Do you know what kind of place Lingnan is?" ”

The young man Fu Jiangnan thought for a while and said, "I know, this is a place where most of the lowly realms of sword cultivation are located. ”

Although this is a bit faceless.

But it's also true.

Listening to Feng Yin, he was not annoyed, but laughed and put away the letter in his hand.

"Then you still come to Lingnan?"

Fu Jiangnan said softly: "Although I am not sure what is in Lingnan, I believe in Dean Qingxiang. ”

It's a simple truth.

Why did a place like Lingnan suddenly get a recommended quota from the Hanging Academy?

The young man didn't know what Qing Xiang was thinking, and he naturally didn't know as a student.

But who the prime minister is, the world knows very well.

As a demon in the world under the three swords and three views, it is naturally impossible to be targeted.

"Makes sense."

Gu Shanhong held the wine glass and said with a chuckle.

Listening to Feng Yin, he pondered in his heart for a while, looked at the young man and asked, "Then do you have a Sword Sect you want to go to?" ”

Fu Jiangnan said: "Although when I was in the city, I studied Lingnan for a long time, and I also knew that my predecessor was from the Wind Listening Sword Sect, and the one next to me should be Gu Senior, from the Amazing Sword Sect." But where exactly to go, I'm willing to listen to the seniors. ”

Listening to the wind and raising his eyebrows.

"Or is it the same?"

Fu Jiangnan said sincerely: "Since you have already believed in Dean Qingxiang, you are naturally willing to believe in your predecessors." ”

Listening to Feng Yin, he reopened the letter in his hand and wrote a few words on it with sword intent. Then the letter was blown back into the boy's hand by the sword wind.

"Then you go to the Tianya Sword Sect."