The rain continued into the night.

Nandao left the bamboo platform, opened the door of a certain hut, sat at the door, and practiced watching the sound of rain.

Lu Xiaoer probably wanted to find out some information, so he said something to Nandao, so he crossed the stone steps with his sword on his back and walked slowly towards the cliff.

There was some light on the cliff, and it fell through the drizzle into the pool, like an orange moonlight.

The little boy held an umbrella all the way up, and the woman named Xie Chunxue didn't stop her, but reminded Lu Xiaoer.

"It's hanging and raining, be careful not to fall down and die."

Lu Xiaoer was silent.

Stopping there became a dilemma, and in the end he gritted his teeth and walked towards the top.

As the little boy's position rose, he also saw the complete appearance of the small bamboo house.

It is a bamboo house similar to the one built by Qingjiao, but it is larger and more open, or this small bamboo house is in the shape of an umbrella.

A bamboo curtain made of small bamboo tubes hung down on all sides, and some swords hung scattered inside, like decorations.

The woman named Xie Chunxue sat under the bamboo curtain facing the direction of Qingtan, rolled up the bamboo curtain, and placed a bright oil lamp on the pillar beside it, and placed the parrot island on her lap, where she was studying.

Lu Xiaoer originally planned to be polite.

It's just that when I thought that the two of them were caught back by Xie Chunxue without fighting back today, I still restrained such unnecessary thoughts, stood in front of the bamboo house, and whispered to my seniors.

Xie Chunxue didn't look up, but stretched out her hand to the little boy and said, "Show me your sword." ”

Lu Xiaoer hesitated a little and handed over his sword.

Xie Chunxue pulled out the two swords together, but looked at them in amazement for a long time, and raised her hand to stroke them with sword intent.

Where his hands rubbed, an extremely bright sword light emanated, like stars.

Sword light is naturally also sword fire.

This means that the refining intent hidden in those swords can compete with the sword intent of the extremely powerful female sword cultivator in front of her.

It's just obvious that whether it's Nandao or Lu Xiaoer, it's difficult to really bring these things into play.

Maybe the realm is not enough, maybe it's not the real sword master.

Xie Chunxue rubbed the two swords together with sword intent, and then raised her head to look at Lu Xiaoer and said, "The two of you are using the same person's sword?" ”

Lu Xiaoer stood under the umbrella and did not speak.

At the beginning of Tianya Town, the two little boys forgot those things back and forth, probably because Cao Weiying didn't want the world to know about his existence.

Xie Chunxue didn't have any special expression, but there was some very ordinary curiosity on his face, and when he saw the young man like this, he also smiled and said, "Don't say it, but I don't mean to covet your sword." ”

As we all know, the nameless sword is the nameless sword.

The only truly famous swords in the world are those few.

Lu Xiaoer's gaze fell on Xie Chunxue's side, her own sword, like snow, jade and streamer, lying quietly on those bamboo trees.

"What's the name of your sword?"

Xie Chunxue's eyes lit up, put the two of them aside, picked up her sword, held it in her hand and stood up, and deliberately turned sideways, and said proudly: "Look good." ”

Lu Xiaoer nodded silently.

After all, the angler is like this.

"Yang Chun, Yang Chun of Yang Chun and White Snow." Xie Chunxue held the sword and leaned on the pillar with a smile, looking at the drizzle on the cliff. "It's a pity that it's raining today, so you can't see how beautiful it really is."

"What a really good look."

Lu Xiaoer asked very respectfully.

Xie Chunxue thought for a while and said: "It's in spring, when those bright sunshines on the sword body, it will emit an incomparably clean and bright light, just like snow, so it's called Yangchun White Snow." ”

Although Lu Xiaoer vaguely remembered that Yangchun Baixue probably didn't mean that, it seemed to make sense, but the current scene probably didn't make sense, and the little boy wouldn't object.

When he came down the mountain, he began to think about many things, and knew that sometimes he would probably get a lot of benefits by agreeing with him.

So Lu Xiaoer nodded very seriously and said, "So that's the case." ”

Xie Chunxue sat down again, picked up Lu Xiaoer's sword, looked at the name on it, and asked with some curiosity: "What does Xiwu mean?" ”

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "It's Xiwu who doesn't hear the bell, and the bell is in my junior brother's hands." ”

After the complete sentence came out, Xie Chunxue naturally understood, looked at the parrot continent again, picked it up, and shook it in front of Lu Xiaoer's eyes.

"What about this?"

Lu Xiaoer thought about it, fortunately, after Lu Xiaosan carried it there, he was also curious about the name of the sword in Nandao, and Lu Xiaoer also knew some of it.

"I will smash the Yellow Crane Tower for you, and you will also fall for me but Parrot Island."

Xie Chunxue listened to the two verses spoken by Lu Xiaoer, but raised her eyebrows and said, "What a big breath." ”

Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "Are the seniors not convinced? ”

Xie Chunxue chuckled: "Naturally, it is served, how is the sword master, I can see it by looking at the sword, and I probably guessed who this person is." ”

Lu Xiaoer was stunned, thinking to himself, have you also seen grass as fireflies?

Then he looked at Xie Chunxue and asked, "Who?" ”

Xie Chunxue turned her head to look at the high cliff in the world, and said softly: "The third disciple of the Sword Saint, the Qinglian Master Ancestor. ”

The people of the Sword Sect in the world can naturally call the person who grinds the Sword Cliff the ancestor, after all, it is the senior brother of the inclined bridge.

Lu Xiaoer was really stunned there this time.

Then I remembered the sword that the young man in the green dress taught me.

He said it was a very good sword.

That thing can't be a thread in the world of Grinding Sword Cliff.

Lu Xiaoer stood there blankly.

Xie Chunxue looked at the little boy strangely and said, "What are you doing in a daze?" ”

Lu Xiaoer came back to his senses, disguised his expression, shook his head and said, "It's nothing." ”

It's a pity that this is Lu Xiaoer, not Lu Xiaosan, so that kind of cover-up doesn't have that feeling of wishful thinking.

However, Xie Chunxue didn't care, and returned the two swords to Lu Xiaoer together.

Then he looked at him with a smile and said, "Anyway, what are you doing on the cliff in the middle of the night?" ”

Lu Xiaoer stood in the rain with his head down with an umbrella and said softly: "When I go to the lake tomorrow, it's just fishing?" ”

Xie Chunxue probably knew what Lu Xiaoer was worried about, and said with a smile: "Naturally, it's just fishing, you don't have to worry about what that Taoist does to you, everyone is a person from the Great Dao Realm, so you won't shoot at a young boy who sees the mountain realm, so it is inevitable to lose points." ”

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, then raised his head and said slowly, "What if we lose?" ”

"I won't do anything to you if I lose, it's just to stay, play nest fishing for me, and when the time comes, your uncle can beat me, and you can leave."

Xie Chunxue said it very simply.

"So what realm is the senior?"

Xie Chunxue smiled slightly.

"Nine stacks of waves in the Dao Sea."

Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.

Xie Chunxue looked at the little boy in a daze, stood up, put down the rolled up bamboo curtains, and said, "It's late, you should go down and rest." ”

Lu Xiaoer walked down in a daze.

I don't even know when I'm back at the bottom of the cliff.

It wasn't until Nandao called him strangely for a long time that the little boy came back to his senses.

looked at his uncle, and opened his mouth to say.

"Uncle Shi wants to get to Daohai Nine Waves, how long will it take?"

As soon as such a question came out, Nandao naturally understood what it meant.

Looking up in shock, I looked up at the small cliff.

You call this a fisherman?

Nothing was said all night.

......

In the early morning of the second day, before the rain stopped, Lu Xiaoer woke up, walked out of the small bamboo house, and saw that Nandao was still sitting there.

The drizzle in the world is very peaceful, and the sound of the fine and dense falling pool and the sound of the hanging stream falling are all calming.

Lu Xiaoer didn't have much worry at this time.

Whether it's good or bad, you have to try it to know.

What's more, even if you lose, it's not a good thing.

Lu Xiaoer stood at the door holding the sword, thinking very seriously.

After last night's shock, Lu Xiaoer reacted, yes, the Daohai Nine Stacked Waves is of course an extremely high realm, but even if he can't leave, how can he not have such an outrageous master?

You don't have to be a cow or a horse, just help with fishing, fishing, and nesting, and then practice swordsmanship, and there will be someone to guide you.

Lu Xiaoer stopped his thoughts.

Sure enough, it was between good and evil.

Although it is said that poverty changes, change makes sense.

But don't be too outrageous.

Lu Xiaoer solemnly admonished himself.

How can a husband live in heaven and earth......

Lu Xiaoer held an umbrella and looked around, as if he hadn't found anything for fishing, and was about to go outside to cut a bamboo pole in the bamboo forest when he heard Xie Chunxue's voice coming from the cliff.

"Huh..... Did you wake up so early? ”

The woman in white and jade sword stood on the edge of the cliff, stretching her waist with a hat and yawning.

Lu Xiaoer's mentality had calmed down, and he picked up the sword cultivation shelf again, stood by the pool with the sword in his arms and nodded.

Xie Chunxue smiled when she saw the little boy like this, then turned around and disappeared on the edge of the cliff, and not long after, she appeared there with the fishing rod, and then very carefully held the fishing rod with sword intent and sent it to the young man who was a hundred feet below the cliff.

"You just use this one, be careful, don't break it, or I'll hammer you to death."

Xie Chunxue stood on the cliff and waved her fist pretendically.

It's no wonder that the two of them think it's just a fisherman.

Because the woman wearing the Yangchun White Snow Sword really looks like an extraordinarily young and lively woman in the world.

Probably a young mentality is really young.

It's like a happy day.

Lu Xiaoer held the fishing rod, and the hook on it was naturally normal, not a needle, and it was not a strange thing.

The young man checked for a while, and then looked back at his uncle.

Nan Dao had also opened his eyes, holding an umbrella and walking towards the bamboo platform, Lu Xiaoer's sword was also left, so he now had three swords in his hand, sat down on the bamboo platform, and Nan Dao nodded to Lu Xiaoer.

The young man carried the bamboo pole and walked through the bamboo forest along the road he came.

Xie Chunxue stood on the cliff all the time, quietly watching the little boy go away, until the sound of those bamboo leaves overshadowed the distant footsteps.

The woman in white turned around and looked at the young man under the umbrella on the bamboo platform with a smile.

"Long time no see, Peach Blossom."

Nandao suddenly looked up.

The woman in white stood there with a smile on her face.

In the drizzle of the mountain cliff and clear pool, another figure dressed in white slowly appeared beside Nandao.

"It's been a long time, senior."

.......

Lu Xiaoer carried the fishing rod all the way through the bamboo forest.

Although it is said that you can't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly.

But Lu Xiaoer is naturally not the kind of person who can groan and walk slowly.

The little boy will probably be a little curious.

What a howl method?

Could it be all the way, hahaha, or Wuhu?

The little boy was thinking crankily as he walked along the path they had taken yesterday.

Of course, this means being tied up like a fish and picked back.

It's stupid, but there's nothing to be done.

walked all the way, and finally arrived at the big lake again, countless ripples in the flat lake, just like yesterday, but the person who came here to fish today has become Lu Xiaoer.

The little boy sighed and turned out the little maza in the hut and sat down by the lake, so sometimes something was probably predestined.

If it weren't for being deceived by someone in that town yesterday with a fake Sinan, the two of them probably wouldn't have stayed here, but continued to move forward, looking for the next village and town as a place to stay.

But there are not so many ifs.

Lu Xiaoer checked the fishing rod again, and by the way, he dug in the ground with a sword, turned out two earthworms, put them on the hook together, and then threw them down into the lake.

As for the nesting, the little boy didn't have anything, and only a small horse was turned out of the grass shed, so he couldn't use himself to make a nest.

The hook with two earthworms pierced into it was thrown into the lake with a slightly dull plop.

One shot Immortal Xie Chunxue's requirement is to only throw one shot.

Lu Xiaoer sat in the rain a little nervously, holding a fishing rod in one hand and an umbrella in the other, although he had tried his best to find various reasons to stabilize his mentality, but his hands were still trembling slightly.

Don't panic, you are a senior brother, Lu Xiaosan can catch fish, there is no reason why you can't catch fish.

Lu Xiaoer hypnotized himself again and again.

Believe in yourself, you are Lu Xiaosan.

But it does work.

It's not that he really believes that he is Lu Xiaosan, but the young man's attention is distracted, and naturally there is a lot less nervousness.

As for his uncle's side, Lu Xiaoer never thought about it from beginning to end.

It was beyond his control.

The more you worry, the more it may backfire.

It's just that Lu Xiaoer's heart didn't calm down for long, and the ripples on the lake that he had been staring at were a little strange.

Lu Xiaoer raised his head, and sure enough, in the drizzle and mist, a small boat was slowly coming.

It's still the same Taoist from yesterday.

Seeing that it was Lu Xiaoer who was fishing here, the Taoist was a little surprised.

"What about Xie Chunxue?"

The boat stopped not far from the lake, and the Taoist stood at the head of the boat, looked at Lu Xiaoer and asked.

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, and said truthfully: "She is fishing behind the bamboo forest. ”

The Taoist didn't ask much, just nodded and said, "I see." ”

Then he threw the fish in his hand to the shore.

Although Lu Xiaoer didn't know what he was going to do, he still stuck the fishing rod in his hand on the stone by the lake, and then picked up some grass and vines in the bamboo forest, threaded the fish, and hung it on a bamboo branch not far away.

The Taoist did not leave, but still stood at the head of the boat, looking at the little boy who was fishing.

After watching it for a while, the Taoist sat down at the head of the boat.

"You're going fishing?"

That's a very strange question.

But Lu Xiaoer still replied sincerely: "Yes." ”

The Taoist smiled and said, "The fish in this lake are not easy to catch. ”

Lu Xiaoer thought that it was really strange, looked up at the Taoist and asked, "Why is it not good to fish?" ”

The Taoist looked into the depths of the bamboo forest and said softly, "Because she has been fishing here for many years. ”

This is obviously not a very clear answer.

So the Taoist withdrew his gaze and continued.

"In the past, she used to fish with sword intent, with wind and rain to make a nest, and with sword intent, she can continue in that kind of fishing, so naturally she will not be fooled like this again."

The Taoist chuckled softly.

"They're so smart that if you fish like you, you'll have to try your luck."

Lu Xiaoer said strangely: "Isn't fishing just a matter of luck?" ”

The Taoist took out his fishing rod from the boat again—it was a fishing rod with a metallic sheen, the dark sound of the rod still had something like a bamboo knot, and there was some cold glow in the drizzle, which looked extremely unusual.

It's probably like the kind of magic weapon made of extraterrestrial meteorites in the script.

Lu Xiaoer looked at the fishing rod in the Taoist's hand blankly, and he forgot what he had asked before.

The Taoist sat on the bow of the boat and threw it towards the lake.

Obviously this is no ordinary rod throw.

Because at the moment when the Taoist threw the rod, Lu Xiaoer was very keenly aware that the heaven and earth vitality up and down the entire Great Lake was surging.

It's not so much a rod throw, it's more like throwing something into the water and throwing it down.

The spool at the bottom of the black rod is spinning rapidly.

The fishing line quickly hung into the water, like a sword aura that broke through the wind and rain.

A large ripple ripples spread in the lake in an instant, centered on the point where the fishing line enters the water, and spread rapidly.

After the Taoist threw the rod, he directly took the fishing line back, and laughed softly: "It's such luck." ”

Lu Xiaoer stared intently at the end of the fishing line of the fishing rod in the Taoist's hand - there was a fish on it, which was probably smashed to death, hooked to the stomach, and hung there motionless.

The young man then understood what kind of luck the Taoist was talking about.

It was a shot down, and it just hit a fish and hung it up.

It's just that it is obviously difficult for ordinary anglers to sit down so accurately and just smash the fish in the lake with a small fishing hook to faint.

Xiao Shao said in a young voice: "This is not necessarily luck. ”

The Taoist smiled slightly: "Naturally, it's luck, before throwing the rod, I don't know if this rod can hit a fish, but following the trajectory of fate is great luck." ”

Lu Xiaoer sat there in a daze, holding the fishing rod in his hand, looking at the Taoist at the head of the boat, and said softly: "Who is the senior?" ”

"If there is a lack of a door, Ye will be in the stream."

Go with the flow, stop when you encounter difficulties.