The sunset is naturally infinitely good, and it doesn't matter if it's close to dusk.

The young man under the umbrella by the stream was still a little pale.

The Peach Blossom Sword and Parrot Island were side by side on their knees, and the bowl of noodles was placed on top of it.

Nandao held the chopsticks with some difficulty, stirring very hard, and then turned his head to look at the senior brother of the Human Sword Sect beside him.

"The Affair of the Beard ......"

Chen Huaifeng interrupted Nandao's words and said softly.

"Actually, you and I know about that incident, and the first fault lies with me."

So Nandao turned back and didn't say anything like that anymore, and continued to stir the noodles in the bowl, turning the green onions, spicy oil, shredded pork and other things under the noodles.

Chen Huaifeng drank the wine quietly, and looked at the young man beside him again, with some emotion in his twilight eyes.

Probably he didn't think that he would be in the East China Sea with this young man, watching the sunset like an old man, eating noodles and drinking wine.

"When I came, I heard people in the town talking."

Chen Huaifeng smiled and drank the wine as if it were tea.

"You won two Five Realm Sword Cultivators and one Six Realm Sword Cultivators, which made me subconsciously think of the young man in Nanyi City at the beginning, and then I wanted to sigh that the years are not living in seasons, but in fact, this is not a long time ago."

Nandao held an umbrella while picking up a chopstick noodle and sent it to his mouth to eat, probably the young man was really tired, so even though that bite of noodles was extremely fragrant, he ate it for a long time before swallowing it.

"My Divine Sea is empty, the sword view of the sea that Mr. taught me at the beginning, the consumption of vitality and sword intent is too high."

It's a very high sword, but not a very good one.

A very good sword, it should be the drunken sword that Cao Weiying taught him, or the kind of fast sword in the world, which can be used in any realm.

The young man said in a loud voice: "Actually, the three senior brothers of the East China Sea Sword Sect should also be able to see that I have no strength to fight anymore, but they did not continue, but simply ended such a sword question. ”

The teenager naturally won.

Because he didn't want to lose, so just like that Five Realms Sword Cultivator said, why bother working so hard.

It's just that with the realm of stepping on the snow sloping bridge, the three sword cultivators who are not far from the upper realm sword cultivation are impressed, and they have naturally won.

The blood on the face is real, and the snow on the sword is real.

The sword that came out of his hand after the Six Realms Sword Cultivator was broken was also real.

The young man raised his head and looked at the lingering sword intent that was slowly dissipating by the stream.

"If everyone works hard, I can't win."

Chen Huaifeng smiled softly and said: "It doesn't matter anymore, if you win in the East China Sea today, the world will only know that you won in the East China Sea." ”

"But I'm having a hard time eating noodles right now."

The young man is not only empty, but also has sore muscles.

While that sword broke through the sword intent of the day, it also drained the young man's strength.

"Tomorrow will be better."

Chen Huaifeng whispered, turning out a stone slab in the stream grass, and writing something with sword intent on it.

"You can also go to the town to buy some cassia tea, it's very good to drink it."

Nandao silently looked at the things that Chen Huaifeng wrote there, and then said with a sigh: "I thought that senior brother would only drink wolfberry tea." ”

Chen Huaifeng put the engraved stone slab next to the young man, picked up the wine jug again, and said calmly: "When and what to drink, it is naturally different." ”

For example, Chen Huaifeng is now drinking half a pot of wine with more than 1,000 yuan.

Nandao quietly looked at the pot of wine in Chen Huaifeng's hand, turned his head again, and ate his noodles.

When a person's sea is empty and his muscles are sore, eating some earthly food is probably the best.

This will allow him to regain some strength in a short period of time.

Nandao ate two mouthfuls of noodles, leaned down again, held his hand and scooped some water from the stream in front of him, brought it to his mouth and drank it, and the young man's face finally had some blood.

"Senior brother, at this time, it should be in Qingtian Dao."

Chen Huaifeng's story, You Chunshan has heard some of it, and naturally it goes without saying that the young man who walked through half of Huai'an.

Nandao continued to eat noodles while looking at Chen Huaifeng beside him.

The latter did not speak, but quietly watched the high cliff and drank his wine.

So Nandao didn't say any more.

Instead, he talked about something else.

"I had a fight with Zhang Xiaoyu."

The boy under the umbrella was very calm.

"Senior brother can't beat him."

The boy was also very sincere.

Although Chen Huaifeng didn't say anything, when this disciple of the Human Sword Sect who had already gone to the Qingtian Dao appeared in the East China Sea again, there were naturally many things that did not need to be asked.

Chen Huaifeng still didn't say anything, just drank wine, so the young man saw the long sword behind Chen Huaifeng that used to be called the wolfberry sword, but he didn't know when it became the senior brother's sword.

It took a long time before Chen Huaifeng looked at the young man.

"What about you?"

It took Nandao a long time to figure out what this meant from Chen Huaifeng's extremely concise words.

So the boy inserted his chopsticks into the bowl and reached out to stroke his two swords.

"I can't do it yet. I'm not enough. ”

Chen Huaifeng looked at the young man quietly.

"He should be your favorite Sword Sect Senior Brother before."

Nan Dao said calmly: "If Senior Brother is a good person, I will not care about that sword." ”

What the senior brother said in this sentence is naturally not Chen Huaifeng in front of him.

The bowl of noodles in Nandao was about to collapse, so the boy picked up the chopsticks again and ate the noodles very quietly.

After eating the noodles and drinking the soup, he set the bowl aside.

"When I was in the Hanging Courtyard before, I had many times with Chen He - I didn't know what kind of person I would become in the future."

Nandao chuckled softly.

"I thought I was going to sink, like falling into a big lake in the dark of the night, like falling into an abyss with no bottom in sight."

"But I didn't. I was taken to the green mountains by a little Lingnan sword cultivator, and I also met a junior brother who was a headache. ”

"I was salvaged."

"I thought the story was starting to get better."

When the boy said this, he fell silent, then withdrew his smile, and looked up quietly at the sunken sun wheel that was as red as blood.

"Someone drowned."

Chen Huaifeng patted the shoulder of the young man beside him.

The two of them sat there for a long time, saying nothing.

You Chunshan, who was carrying a wooden sword on his back, walked over and took the bowl over.

"I'll go to the town to return the bowl."

Nan Dao nodded, and Chen Huaifeng picked up the stone slab and handed it to him.

"Help your uncle go to the town to buy some tea and come back to make it."

You Chunshan was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the name of Chen Huaifeng's wolfberry sword.

"Okay."

The young man with the wooden sword on his back ran to Lu Xiaoer to ask for some money, and then walked towards the town.

The twilight is coming to an end - this is Chen Qingshan's sigh.

So Chen Huaifeng, who had passed by Shanyue City when the mountain and river Taoist sighed for something, also had such an exclamation at this time.

This sword cultivator stood up and said softly, "Actually, I think you should be called Peach Blossom Sword." ”

Nan Dao looked up at this senior brother of the Human Sword Sect and said, "Why? ”

"It's better to be warm than cold."

The peach blossoms are warm and clustered, and the fine snow is cold and curtain.

Nandao thought for a while and said, "What if it's a peach blossom in the fine snow?" ”

Chen Huaifeng imagined that kind of picture, stood there in a daze for a long time, and then said with a sigh: "That's extremely beautiful." ”

So the boy holding the Peach Blossom Sword has the name of the Fine Snow Sword.

Nanjima also picked up the sword in his lap and stood up, looking at the high cliff in front of him.

"Senior brother, do you want to climb the cliff?"

When a person like Chen Huaifeng goes to climb the cliff, it is naturally not a matter of more than a thousand zhang.

Maybe the three thousand feet of white hair is the thing that can really trap them, and that is what the disciple named Qinglian left when he was young.

Chen Huaifeng shook his head.

"I'll talk about it later when I have a chance."

Maybe I won't climb the cliff if I have the opportunity in the future.

In the afterglow of some stories, Chen Huaifeng, who came from the East China Sea, only briefly played the appearance of a sword cultivator.

Nan Dao didn't say anything more, and it wasn't until the sword cultivator wearing the robe of the disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect began to wade across the clear stream that Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and whispered, "Senior brother's day condolences." ”

This tall disciple of the Sword Sect, who had always had few intense emotions, stood silently in the middle of the stream, then raised his head and drank the wine in the pot in a big gulp, and finally abandoned the pot and took the sword.

......

When You Chunshan came back with some things, there was only the young uncle sitting there breathing by the stream.

"What about Uncle Chen Huaifeng?"

You Chunshan asked the little boy curiously.

Lu Xiaoer hugged the sword and said as a matter of course: "Of course it's leaving, otherwise stay and drink tea?" ”

Although Chen Huaifeng stayed to drink tea, it was more correct than the sun rising in the east.

It's just that Chen Huaifeng, who drinks alcohol, usually doesn't go to tea.

You Chunshan didn't say anything, after all, Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything either.

Lu Xiaoer is not familiar with Chen Huaifeng, and he You Chunshan is naturally even less familiar.

The two of them made a sword fire on the side of the wooden house, and according to the things that Chen Huaifeng wrote on the stone slab, they made a pot of cassia tea for the young man by the stream.

Night has slowly fallen in the town.

Looking up, the high cliff stands alone into the clouds, and the day is full of stars.

You Chunshan didn't rush to practice, but went to the stream with Lu Xiaoer and sat down next to the young man under the umbrella.

"Uncle Shi is really tall."

The young man in his twenties carried the wooden sword on his back and looked at the young man by the stream and said with emotion.

Nandao didn't say anything, just sat by the stream and coughed softly, and then took the pot of cassia tea from Lu Xiao's second-hand hand, and drank it there in a small sip as Chen Huaifeng did when he first drank.

No matter what kind of tea, it always has the effect of relieving fatigue and refreshing.

This is not the same as wine.

The boy drank tea for a while, but his aches and fatigue were reduced a lot.

Nandao sat under the starry night by the stream, slowly exhaling the heat, fortunately it is still spring, if it is summer, it will probably be difficult for them to drink some hot tea calmly like Chen Huaifeng in the past.

You Chunshan waited for a long time, but he didn't see Nandao and said, holding the sword and saying, "Why doesn't Uncle Shi ignore me?" ”

Nandao was silent for a while, turned his head to look at You Chunshan and said, "Because you are too sincere, I don't know what to say." ”

You Chunshan untied the wooden sword, put it on his knees, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi should be comfortable with the sword like this, saying that I naturally want to be tall." ”

This is probably the best solution for teenagers in the face of praise.

If it were You Chunshan's age, he would probably have to gradually converge.

As for Hengjian being silent, looking at the sky and drinking tea, this kind of thing is probably too inconsistent with the appearance of the young man.

Nandao didn't say anything more.

You Chunshan was there thinking about the afternoon.

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao and asked suspiciously, "What is Uncle Shi's last sword in the afternoon?" ”

The young boy had never seen Nandao use that sword.

The fast sword in the world, the drunken sword, the fine snow sword, and the Dao sword drawn in the sheath behind him, even if it is an umbrella as a sword, Lu Xiaoer has seen it, but that sword does not have it.

Nandao looked down at the tea, looking up at the cliff that might be near, maybe far away.

"It was a sword that my husband taught me in March last year."

"I haven't seen my uncle use it before."

"Because the sword intent was not enough before, after climbing the cliff, it was barely enough."

In the process of climbing the cliff, the refinement of the sword intent obtained by the young man was naturally great.

The speed of the realm increase like the rushing of a great river made the young man's sword intent realm lower than the cultivation realm for a long time.

In this way, nature also means a lot of room for improvement.

"That sword is powerful."

Lu Xiaoer said seriously.

Nandao withdrew his gaze and looked at the starry Qingxi in front of him.

"But she's too tall."

The young man under the umbrella said in a loud voice.

She and it, in the words, are naturally inaudible.

"Uncle Shi can also be very tall, such a sword is a very good thing for Uncle Shi."

Nan Dao smiled softly, and pulled out the peach blossom sword on his knee, and the dumb sword did not shine on the cold moon.

"But I don't like that high."

Lu Xiaoer said with some puzzlement: "What kind of height does Uncle Shi like?" ”

The two of them talked to each other, and it seemed that everything was extremely harmonious.

"It's high on a cliff, it's not too high."

Nandao thought about someone sitting in the small building and stroking the qin, saying Who is the immortal and I am the junior brother of the immortal.

"If you are high in the world, you are really high."

Nandao's sentence probably also has some of the feeling that Le Chaotian and Qingjiao said at the beginning, who is willing to look down at the world, who is a saint.

The young man under the umbrella drank cassia tea with a pleasant temperature, looked at Lu Xiaoer on the side, and said softly: "I'm Lingnan Sword Cultivator, it's your uncle, isn't it?" ”

The young man with clear eyebrows nodded seriously.

The three of them sat by the stream blowing the spring breeze into the night, and You Chunshan and Lu Xiaoer probably also had some chill, so they also drank tea.

Chen Huaifeng is not bad.

So the tea he recommended was naturally not bad.

You Chunshan drank warmly, feeling as if he had eaten the elixir and became a fairy, sighing comfortably there.

"Uncle Chen is really powerful in this regard, worthy of the wolfberry sword Chen Huaifeng."

......

Nandao sat by the stream, but his mind entered the sea of gods.

The land of the Divine Sea is empty.

Fortunately, the god of grains does not die, and he is not used diligently.

Those islands of vitality that hung high in the sky of the Divine Sea were slowly swirling, spitting out the vitality of heaven and earth in the world.

This caused the thousands of streams that had been almost dry after that sword to have some water at the bottom of the stream again.

Nandao stood at the Genki Stream and watched quietly for a moment, then looked up at the sky.

Above the heavenly dome, the sword intent peach blossom and the Dao scroll still hung quietly there, and the three were extremely harmonious.

But something was missing.

A faint airflow.

Peach Blossom's figure appeared beside Nandao.

Nandao doesn't know why Peach Blossom is proficient in Taoism, but this afternoon's matter is to ask about the sword, so Peach Blossom in the sea of gods is very quiet as a spectator.

Of course, it's not all a spectator.

For example, when the young man was facing the sword cultivators above the three paths and five realms, he sent something out.

"Don't worry."

The voice of the peach blossom is very calm, and such a voice is like the white clothes flying under the sky of the Divine Sea, which is always easy to make people feel at ease.

"You've got the seed, and it'll come back soon."

What Peach Blossom said was naturally the faint stream that he sent out.

Just like the things that were said earlier in the South Island on the banks of the Creek.

That kind of sword has too high requirements for vitality and sword intent.

Nandao and Lu Xiaoer said that the sword intent realm may be barely enough.

What about the number of energies?

Naturally not enough.

Until that faint stream arrives.

"Just like the Heaven and Earth Vitality?"

Nandao looked at Peach Blossom, who said calmly, "You can understand it as an extremely pure vitality. Thousands of streams and condensations. ”

Peach Blossom turned her head to look at Nandao, and the peach blossoms on her face trembled lightly in the wind—this probably meant a solemn expression.

"We usually call it ....."

"Immortal."

Peach Blossom turned her head back and said calmly: "Of course, this is just a name, maybe there are other names in the world. ”

"People hide in the mountains, and they cultivate with thoughts, so they are called immortals."

Nandao listened quietly, and then whispered, "Does it need nourishment?" ”

Peach Blossom said calmly: "Naturally, I want it, but you can't do it now." ”

"Everything is there, the real person is not me." Nandao said slowly.

This is what Peach Blossom and Nandao said when they were in the canyon building.

"If you want to become an immortal, you must forget yourself, my heart is immortal, and there is no way." Peach Blossom stood there calmly. "When real people meet, they don't have distracting thoughts, and I see green mountains like green mountains. It's the people of the mountains. It also means to be born. ”

The South Island stood there quietly.

When the word immortal qi and those various sayings came out of Peach Blossom's mouth calmly, he felt that he had truly touched the three words of the twelfth floor for the first time.

It's not just a mysterious and mysterious, secretive taboo word.

It's just that the current sea of gods is empty again, and everything seems to be like the morning dew of the eaves, coming and going without a trace.

It's as if it's just a dream.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog.

How long has it been like a spring dream?

.......

It seems that there is nowhere to find the clouds.