Lu Xiaoer didn't know when he would be able to catch that fish.

He sometimes can't remember how long he's been fishing here.

The Taoist Ye Zhuliu, who lacks a door, sometimes comes, sometimes doesn't.

The Meishan bamboo forest is separated by the big lake, far and near, as if there is never an end.

After sitting by the forest for a long time, Lu Xiaoer lifted the bamboo pole in his hand in the gradually darkening sky.

The hook is still empty.

This made him feel teased, so he abandoned the fishing rod, took the sword, and jumped into the lake.

The spring breeze and sunset shine on the peaceful lake in the world, which is indeed a quiet and beautiful scene.

In the vicinity of this Pingchuan Lake, there is no human wind blowing.

Those stories of the north and the south, the affairs of the two races, the people in them are naturally not clear.

Lu Xiaoer's heart only has fish.

Fish!

Fish!

The little boy jumped into the big lake with his sword in his hand, and the water of the lake in spring was very bone-chilling.

Only the little boy who saw the mountain realm naturally felt a little like falling into an ice cave for a while, but fortunately, the heaven and earth vitality in the divine sea gushed out, instead of blood flowing in the body, and the chill gradually faded.

The water of the lake is very clear, but when you look up at the world, the light that shines on the sunset in the lake is distorted and spreads like ripples.

Lu Xiaoer glanced at it, then lowered his head and looked into the big lake.

The soft light of the world does not fully shine at the bottom of the great lake.

However, it is not important to see the bottom of the lake.

Importantly, what exactly are these fish doing?

Lu Xiaoer was a little angry and a little at a loss.

Fish, of course, are doing what fish should do.

Nibbling aquatic plants in the lake, swallowing some plankton, dangling the fins and tails, twisting the seductive waist, swimming very leisurely, there is a great contempt for this young man who has not been fishing for a long time.

Good, good, good.

Let's play it this way.

Lu Xiaoer drew his sword in a humiliated manner in the sparkling waves at the bottom of the lake.

Half an hour later, the little boy jumped out of the lake in embarrassment.

There is also a fish hanging from the butt.

Lu Xiaoer shook the lake water on his head, but on the other hand, he also saw the unknown fish that bit his butt and didn't let go.

Originally, he was still a little sad, but he suddenly thought of something, picked up the fishing rod and his sword, and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Senior, I've caught a fish!"

Xie Chunxue had just begun to put the white jade-like Yangchun Sword into the sheath when she heard the little boy shouting from afar.

Lu Xiaoer is naturally not a person who likes to shout.

It's just that sometimes it's been suppressed for too long, and suddenly the willows are bright, and the natural youthful heart comes out.

Even the South Island that breathes on the bamboo platform is also looking up at the path leading to the bamboo forest.

Lu Xiaoer's figure soon appeared there, carrying a fishing rod and holding a sword.

What about fish?

Nandao looked at his little nephew very strangely.

The fish is on the butt, of course.

Lu Xiaoer put down the fishing rod, took the Xiwu sword again, and knocked behind him with the sheath for a long time, before finally knocking the fish down and bouncing on the ground.

Xie Chunxue stood on the cliff and watched this scene, but she also roughly understood what was happening, and said with a soft smile: "That's naturally a very good thing." ”

Lu Xiaoer bent down and picked up the fish, stood at the foot of the cliff, and didn't care about the splashing water, and lifted the fish up with the waterfall water.

"Shall we get out of here tomorrow?"

Xie Chunxue on the cliff smiled.

"It's good to catch a fish, but you still can't go."

As if deceived, Lu Xiaoer put down the fish, held it in his arms, and said with a frown: "What the seniors say doesn't count?" ”

"I naturally count when I speak, it's just Lu Xiaoer, are you sure this is a fish with a rod?"

Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, and then walked towards his uncle with the fish in his hand.

Yes.

This is the second pole.

Because of soaking in the lake for a while, probably Lu Xiaoer also forgot something.

In the original agreement, it was one rod a day, when there were fish, and when to let them go.

Lu Xiaoer carried the fish to the bamboo platform where Nandao was sitting, and threw the fish into the clear pool below.

Nandao was thinking about whether to comfort his nephew.

It's just that the smart and clever Lu Xiaoer quickly reacted by himself.

looked at Nandao and said sincerely: "Although it makes Uncle Bai happy, but believe me, Uncle Shi, I already know how to fish, at most three days, within three days, my Lu Xiaoer will definitely catch a fish." ”

The young boy probably understood the essence of the angler.

That is to make a nest with yourself.

It's just that he didn't say it all.

After all, he didn't know if he would go down to fight with the fish tomorrow, and whether there would be any fish biting his buttocks.

The sword intent and vitality around Nandao's body flowed, but there were no waves, just pressed the sword on his knee, smiled softly, and said, "Okay." ”

Lu Xiaoer was about to say something, when he saw that the fish he had thrown into the clear pool was pulled by the sword intent and headed towards the cliff.

The little boy was probably also a little resentful of Xie Chunxue's unsympathetic appearance, and when he stood up, he wanted to pounce on the fish.

"I didn't say this fish was for seniors!"

Xie Chunxue pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Lu Xiaoer pulled out his sword, but the fish had already flown far away, so the little boy looked at his young uncle again.

As an uncle, Nandao naturally has to come forward.

Although he was still sitting upright on the stage and calming down the Shenhai Sword Intent that had been disturbed by Xie Chunxue, the knee-headed Parrot Continent had already turned into a streamer and passed by in the sunset.

It passed through the belly of the fish, and then brought it back to the bamboo platform neatly.

"South Island!"

Xie Chunxue was a little annoyed.

Nan Dao sat under the umbrella, stretched out his hand and pulled the parrot island out of the belly of the fish, held the sword against the umbrella bone with his backhand and rubbed away the residual blood on it, and then put the sword into the sheath, and said softly: "No way senior, I am my uncle." ”

To be a senior brother, you must listen to your junior brother, and to be an uncle, you must listen to your nephew.

Your uncle spoils his father.

Xie Chunxue snorted lightly, then walked down the cliff, picked up the fishing rod that Lu Xiaoer had put down from the pond opposite the two little boys, and walked towards the bamboo forest with the hat and the fishing rod.

Lu Xiaoer was holding the fish, probably a little unbearable.

After all, although Xie Chunxue trapped the two of them here, she didn't do anything bad, on the contrary, whether it was Nandao or Lu Xiaoer, in the hands of such a Daohai Nine Stacks Sword Cultivator, they all benefited a lot.

"Actually, I can divide half of you."

Lu Xiaoer hesitated a little, looked at the woman in white who was walking towards the bamboo forest and said.

Xie Chunxue, who was walking on the sunset path, let out a rather disdainful snort from her nose.

"Hmph, belated flattery is cheaper than anything else!"

“......”

Nandao was silent.

When was the last time you heard that?

Oh, when I was in Nanyi City, I talked to the young master of Peking University.

Of course, Xie Chunxue is an arrogant woman, but she is only eighteen years old and more than two thousand months old.

Lu Xiaoer sighed.

Forget it, it's hard to persuade damn ghosts.

The little boy took out his sword, looked at the ten-pound big fish in front of him, and probably wondered what to do with it.

Although Lu Xiaoer entered the Lingnan Sword Sect, after all, everyone knows what kind of place Lingnan is.

A place that can make the Qushui flowing pot well-known to everyone can naturally be called the world.

What's more, as the second senior brother of the generation of the Little White Sword Sect, although he is only a twelve-year-old boy, he is naturally familiar with the way of killing fish.

Nandao was also looking at Lu Xiaoer, not knowing what he was going to do.

After a long time, Lu Xiaoer carried the fish to the cliff pass where the water flowed out of the pond in the distance.

"Uncle Shi, let's eat boiled fish!"

Lu Xiaoer's voice came from over there.

So Nandao remembered the pot of fish soup in the canyon that day.

Lu Xiaoer probably thought of this as well.

The uncle and nephew are quite similar at this time.

"Okay."

Nandao said succinctly.

Then he put the sword on his knee behind his back and went to help Lu Xiaoer with an umbrella.

......

The sunset was about to disappear, and when the cool spring night was about to fall to the world, Xie Chunxue, a fairy in the world, walked back with her fishing rod hanging her head.

Even if that big lake is full of her sword intent, some fish are not just caught.

If you know that there must be fish in the cast, then what's the point of fishing?

The one who is bound to win at the table cannot play the cards.

People who cast rods must have fish will not love fishing.

The South Island knows this very well.

So he never played cards and rarely fished.

At this time, I was thinking about how to cook such a pot of boiled fish.

In the past, in the mountains, it seemed to be a very simple thing to see them making those hot pots, but at this time he realized that this matter was not simple.

At least, it won't be easier than his practice.

People whose kung fu realm is rising in the realm of drinking saliva naturally find it difficult to understand why it is so troublesome to cook a fish.

Xie Chunxue was still sad, but at this time, she was a little helpless when she saw the two young men surrounding the fish in the pot on such a makeshift stove, and she was suddenly overjoyed.

This Daohai Nine Stacks, even if it is placed in the whole world, it is not a woman in white who is not high, except when she stands on the cliff wearing a hat and holding a jade sword, she has a bit of a superior demeanor, most of the time, she looks like a pure woman in the world.

"Hehe, no, I'll do it."

Xie Chunxue put down the fishing rod, took her sword, bypassed Qingtan, and headed towards the pass under the cliff.

Nandao and Lu Xiaoer naturally got out of the way.

Although Lu Xiaoer is good at killing fish.

But things like boiling fish are generally handled by Lu Xiaoyi, the senior sister or Lu Xiaoxiao, the master.

I've seen pigs run, but I don't necessarily know what pork tastes like.

After Xie Chunxue took over the pot of boiled fish, she began to arouse the two of them.

"Xiao Er went to the cliff to get my seasoning down."

"There is a garden out of the bamboo forest, and there are some accessories in it, Nandao, you go and get some green onion and ginger leaves."

Until Lu Xiaoer stubbornly kept the fish.

The two little teenagers who had been trapped in this bamboo forest Qingtan realized that there were still such things in the forest.

Xie Chunxue probably understood the confusion of the two, and talked to the two while fiddling with the pot of fish.

"Don't think that I will only grill fish with sword fire to eat, I think back then, I Xie Chunxue was also a famous ..... in the world"

Sword cultivation?

No.

Yes –

"A good wife and a good mother."

Xie Chunxue was probably really proud.

In the remnants of the twilight of the world, the two young men could feel her pride.

So this woman who is eighteen years old and more than two thousand months old, probably the love of the year, is indeed very good.

In her words, a good wife and a good mother are.

Back then, the grandfather of a certain Taoist overhaul in the world today was cute and ate the fish she made.

Lu Xiaoer and Nandao don't know whether it's true or not, but they also sincerely agree.

Even if they hadn't heard the Daomen overhaul and their little Dao boy really say - yes, I have a grandmother like that.

Because the fish in that pot is really fragrant and fresh.

It's like the fish in the heart of the pot that was happy in the canyon really appeared in the world.

Snow-white clothes, snow-white swords, the fish cooked by such a woman, under the embellishment of those emerald green onions and ginger and fiery red peppers, are naturally snow-white.

Lu Xiaoer swallowed his saliva there.

Everyone in the world has its own pride.

Chen He's sizzling tofu, the peach blossoms laughing in the bushes, the world of Kamigawa, the hot pot of Le Chaotian, and Xie Chunxue's fish.

The proudest person is the proudest in the world.

Nandao stood there quietly with an umbrella, and the entire clear pool under the cliff was wrapped in the aroma of the pot of fish.

"Do seniors like to drink peach blossom wine?"

Nandao asked.

Xie Chunxue tilted her head and thought about it, and said, "You might as well think about it, where am I from?" ”

Naturally, there is no need to think much about such a question.

Xie Chunxue is a senior sister of a certain generation of the Human Sword Sect.

In the whole world, there is no one who understands peach blossoms better than the sword sect in the world.

So it's probably drunk too.

The sixteen-year-old boy and the eighteen-year-old woman of more than two thousand months looked at each other.

Then the division of labor is clear.

The Yangchun Sword turned into a streamer in the faint glow of the sun.

The peach blossoms in the south bloom early.

Now that the month of January in the world is about to go, there are naturally some places where there are already those crimson and bright petals dotting a tree.

And Nandao pulled out the Parrot Island and asked Lu Xiaoer to put some copper coins on it.

Parrot Island took the money and headed towards the town not far from where the two had come.

The speed of the sword is naturally extremely fast in the world.

Xie Chunxue's Yangchun Sword quickly brought back a peach blossom, but I don't know why, there were faint traces of blood on a certain peach blossom on that peach branch.

It's just that the little boy and the South Island didn't see it.

Xie Chunxue was calmly picking up the big peach blossoms there, and the one with blood was abandoned into the clear stream by the pond, and went away with the stream, and the blood gradually became peach-colored.

Parrot Island came back much later.

Maybe it was the shopkeeper of a wine shop in a town in the world, and for a moment he couldn't understand what it meant to hang a sword with some copper coins hanging in the doorway.

But in the end, he brought back a pot of wine as he wished.

Peach blossom boiling wine is nothing new for the disciples of the Human Sword Sect.

Even in the forgotten memories of the South Island.

Such a practice also comes from the teaching of the Human Sword Sect.

In the book that few people in the world have seen, the most proud work of laughter in the bush "Peach Blossom Aesthetics" has been recorded - boiling wine with it can invigorate the blood and drive away the cold, stay in the year, peach blossoms, scorching and demonic, it is the great beauty of the world!

Of course, such a peach blossom is naturally not only used to cook wine.

It can also be used to cook fish.

On top of the snow-white fish, there are some pink peach blossoms.

Like a woman in spring, she is so charming.

Peach blossom boiled fish.

This is the pot of fish that was happy in the canyon at the beginning.

The sword in the heart is not the sword of the world.

The fish in the heart is naturally the fish of the world.

Nan Dao remembered what Le Chaotian said to himself at the beginning - Senior brother is a sword cultivator, do you still need to ask me about the sword in my heart?

Night falls.

The moonlight on the edge of the pool is sparse, and the fire in the furnace is vigorous.

The three of them sat near the pool, eating fish and drinking, and eating deliciously.

It's a pity that no one is interested in stroking the piano tonight.

But it's also a human pleasure.

Nandao sat under the umbrella, looking at a pool of clear and clear moonlight, looking at the wine in the cup and the fish in the pot, and suddenly missed that junior brother very much.

The things that Le Chaotian brings are naturally more than just the chatter between day and night.

Happy to the sky.

The South Island toasts by the pool.

Goodbye to the world, brother.

.....

The peach blossoms of the town are bloody.

It was human blood, and it was demon blood.

The peach blossom stabbed obliquely out from a certain courtyard over the courtyard wall, like those Lingnan sword cultivators in the town who were fighting hard.

It's bright red, blood-colored.

The color on the blade of the sword in the hands of those sword cultivators was like this.

Light as a peach blossom, deep as a rhododendron.

There weren't many sword cultivators in this town, only a dozen or so.

More often than not, there are brave and silent men and women, as well as dazed old men and hasty children.

At the end of the town, the houses were torn down, and a barrier was built to protect the town with all kinds of human utensils.

Of course, in there, there are still some corpses.

The turmoil, in the beginning, started in the town.

People were still listening to the news in a daze, not knowing what it meant.

The demon clan has rioted.

Like a lantern abandoned on the street by a child who fled in a hurry, the lantern fell and broke, and the fire began to flow out, and then ignited the surrounding things, so the fire rushed fiercely into the world.

Although it was still not far from Lingnan, there were some Lingnan sword cultivators in the town, and the turmoil in the town quickly subsided.

But one also has to admit one thing.

The demon clans outside the town, those who should be like the world, are scattered at the foot of the mountains in the world, living leisurely in one village after another.

Like the oil that flows in the cracks of the stone slabs in the alleys.

Began to converge and ignite.

Towards the town.

So those peach blossoms trembling in the spring breeze began to take on the color of blood.

The demon clan's counterattack in panic was extremely terrifying.

However, the determination of the townspeople to protect their homeland is also extremely strong.

The town is not close to Shanyue City, but it is not far either.

This is the place where the wind first blows.

In the beginning, the town was very lively.

There are also a lot of those sword cultivators.

There were dozens of people.

Until today, more than a dozen people are naturally tragic.

As for the men and women in the town, naturally more died.

People sometimes don't understand what is so distinct about the floating currents in the upper echelons of the world.

They just thought blankly with their eyes open before they died.

Aren't we neighbors?

No one will answer such a thing.

The exhausted sword cultivators dragged their swords and stood under the blood-pierced peach blossoms, resting against the wall.