Lingnan, listen to the wind stream.

"I used to think about what if the people in Lingnan died?"

Listening to the wind and singing, he sat on the familiar bridge of Hengxi with great emotion, and the stream was like flying flowers and fallen leaves, red and green.

It's just that this sword with white sideburns has a small brass pot in front of his body, the water in the pot is boiling, and the center of the pot is empty, and you can stuff a small iron kettle, and the pot may contain some wine.

Wine is naturally not boiling.

The wine is lukewarm.

Listening to the wind and sighing, he scooped up a plate of meat rolls from the stream, poured it into the pot, took off the iron kettle from the pot, poured himself a glass of wine, and put the iron kettle aside.

This sword cultivator with white sideburns and white hair who had already infected his head at some point sat there and looked at the riverside.

Countless sword cultivation lines on the bank of the stream sat down.

There are more or less injuries on his body.

Listening to the wind and yin, he sat there silently watching everyone for a long time, then took a sip of wine, and swallowed his saliva as he looked at the gradually whitening meat rolls in the pot.

It's just a pity that this is pork, and pork has to be cooked before it can be eaten.

So listening to Feng Yin took the chopsticks and dipped them in the saucer that had been seasoned on the side, he still didn't pick up the chopsticks, but just whispered.

"So the last time Lingnan was outside Nanyi City, and people kept dying, I did think that maybe it was there, and Lingnan Sword Cultivation was about to die."

Listening to the wind whispering, he laughed.

"Of course, no, in March and April last year, 70,000 people died in Lingnan. But there are still 10,000 people left in Lingnan. ”

Gu Shanhong sat on the edge of the bridge, and also sandwiched some green vegetables into his small hot pot, scalding them in it, and said slowly: "Why did Senior Brother think of such things? ”

Listening to Feng Yin thought for a while, he said: "Because people sometimes always have some cranky thoughts, and they don't want to be good, they only want to be bad." ”

Gu Shanhong just smiled softly.

Listening to Feng Yin, it was as if he had forgotten what he was talking about, and began to stare intently at the slices of meat in the pot.

The flesh turned white and began to thicken, so it all sank.

It sinks to the bottom of the pot like a faded leaf.

Naturally, the riverside is not just listening to the wind and chanting Gu Shanhong.

The Little Nine Peak Sword Sect and many people from the Lingnan Sword Sect are here.

After the 10,000 sword cultivation, I didn't say anything about it.

But probably such a bubbling stream in the middle of the mountainside, no matter how wide and long, can not carry a hot pot feast of 10,000 people.

The morning stream is beginning to ripple, and the morning fog is beginning to break.

So there were really some flying flowers and fallen leaves in the stream.

Listening to the sword cultivators and demon cultivators up and down Fengxi, they were all quietly bowing their heads and eating hot pot.

Lu Xiaoxiao sat at the very end of the stream, and beside him were Wu Dalong and Chu Yuan.

The battle line, which was originally south of Lingnan, had been coming towards the hinterland of the Sword Sect without stopping.

The Huangliang armor soldiers who came to bathe in divine light had a combat effectiveness far beyond their imagination.

When Jian Xiu faced those endless sea of people and ran out of vitality, he could only put on armor and fight.

In fact, there are very few sword cultivators who have survived until now.

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know whether he was lucky enough, or under the blessing of many deliberate blessings, he was able to survive again and again under the impact of the crowds from Nanyi City, and he has been alive until now.

This little Lingnan sword cultivator silently looked at the balls turning in the pot, then looked at Chu Waist on the side, and said softly, "Why don't you go." ”

Chu Waist just glanced at Lu Xiaoxiao calmly and said, "Uncle Shi is from Lingnan, isn't my Chu Waist be?" ”

The town is located under the mountain pass in the east of Lingnan.

Naturally, they are also Lingnan people.

Lu Xiaoxiao said slowly: "Lingnan can't hold it anymore, if you don't leave, it's just a dead word." ”

Everyone on the side was silent.

The matter of the demon clan has consumed too much combat power in this southern land.

Although the Huangliang front is long, it is no longer isolated from the mainland, and it is naturally enough to support a long-term battle.

If it weren't for the lack of settings and characters, maybe Chen He actually wanted to write these stories.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at this disciple who had not been on the mountain for a long time.

"Lu Xiaoyi, they need someone to take them away."

That's probably the most important thing.

Those Lingnan teenagers did not appear on the battlefield from beginning to end, nor did they appear on the bank of this stream.

Chu Yuan didn't speak, just sat there quietly, as if ignoring Lu Xiaoxiao's admonition.

This little Lingnan sword cultivator was naturally helpless, so he looked at Wu Dalong on the side.

Although the latter is in the realm of enlightenment, it is natural that there is no way to take this disciple.

This is probably the last hot pot in Lingnan.

The story of the Qushui Liuguo, probably between this comfortable mountain, should also end slowly.

So in fact, Lingnan will not be downstream, so it can go very far.

The story of the old Lingnan does not need to be told by some of the next generation of mountain rangers.

Listening to the wind and yin, he sat there quietly, eating hot pot quietly.

The blood-smelling wind blowing from the south was drifting slowly along the stream.

I have been eating for a long time, and some teenagers have come down from the mountain.

It was a young sword cultivator from the Wind Listening Sword Sect, some of whom had gone up the mountain last year, and some of whom had gone up the mountain the year before.

The number is not very large, only a few dozen.

The eldest disciple was only about fifteen years old, and he stopped by the stream with a sword on his back and a sad expression.

Listening to the wind and looking at him with a smile.

"If you're hungry, take a bite and head north."

The young sword cultivator didn't say anything, just shook his head.

Gu Shanhong, who was sitting on the edge of the bridge, beckoned the young man over, and then took the pot of wine from his pot and stuffed it into his hand.

This sword cultivator, who was once very ashamed and killed the people of the Heavenly Prison for the sake of Lingnan's selfish desires, said that senior brother, my lewd sword cultivator said very calmly: "You will call Gu Tingfeng in the future." ”

Of course, the young man is not called Gu Tingfeng.

He was brought up the mountain by Gu Shanhong, but he finally joined the Wind Listening Sword Sect.

So the meaning of such a name is naturally very simple and clear.

The young man looked down at the wine jug boiling warm in the hot pot in his arms for a long time, and was silent for a long time, and then bowed to the group of swords.

The boy turned and headed north with the teenagers behind him.

Along the way, more Lingnan teenagers will join in.

Lingnan is a place of sword cultivation that is extremely close to the world.

Therefore, the story of the world naturally cannot avoid such a sword sect.

With the departure of the teenagers.

On the bank of the clear stream where the water flowed into the pot, there were gradually sword cultivators who had eaten enough and left with their swords.

It's just that in contrast to the teenagers who are heading north, they are heading south.

That's the direction of the rebels in Wujia and Nanyi City.

Listening to Feng Yin, he finished eating the scalded meat slices in the pot, and then drank all the wine in the pot, looked at Gu Shanhong and the others, and laughed softly: "Lingnan doesn't need to be lewd." ”

Lingnan has come all over again.

Just like it was a thousand years ago.

Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong, who were sitting at the end of the house and had eaten and drunk enough, also got up and left.

And Chu Yuan sat there quietly, as if he had really decided to stay.

It was only when Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong took two steps with their swords on their backs that they heard a very crisp sword sound.

The two of them turned around in surprise, only to see Chu Yuan sitting there quietly, holding the sword in his hand, the sword intent on the sword flowed, as if he might break through the wind at any time, and held a pot of wine in the other hand.

"If you leave, I'll kill Lu Xiaoyi and them."

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Chu Waist in a daze, not knowing why Chu Waist suddenly said such a sentence.

"This is the request of the seniors who listened to the wind."

Chu Mian added lightly.

"Everyone in Lingnan can die, but you can't."

Chu Yuan stood up and turned to look at Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong.

The two of them looked at a sword cultivator with sideburns and white hair who was walking slowly behind the woman.

Listening to the wind chanting with a sword, he stopped beside Chu waist and saluted the two of them with a sword.

"The hope of Lingnan lies in the two of you."

Lu Xiaoxiao suddenly understood.

This little sword cultivator who had withered even the white flowers of the Divine Sea suddenly understood the reason why he was able to survive several tragic battles.

If Lingnan is an old and decrepit sword sect that should be burned.

Then the Tianya Sword Sect and the Little White Sword Sect are the existences that are linked to the hope of Lingnan to come again.

They were the closest people to the boy under the umbrella.

This little sword cultivator stood there silently.

"Donghai wants to hold that young man as the new three swords."

Listening to Feng Yin, he stood up straight and looked at Lu Xiaoxiao seriously.

"I hope you can make him remember that he owes Lingnan a lot."

The teenager may not forget.

It's just that Lingnan is terrified.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected, and the mind is also difficult to guess.

Lingnan must leave Lu Xiaoxiao's line to ensure that the young man will not go away with the wind.

The spring breeze blows and grows, and what is born is just a weed after all.

For Lingnan to be a towering tree, someone must be able to bring new seeds.

One Fu Jiangnan is naturally not enough.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the sword cultivator in front of him for a long time, and then turned his head to look at the south of Lingnan.

"Okay."

.....

Fu Jiangnan was taking Lu Xiaosan and them to carry stones in the Sword Sect.

The news of the imminent loss of Lingnan has naturally spread to these two Sword Sects.

Everyone knew that such a sword-throwing pool was very important, so after receiving the joint notice from Tingfeng Jinghong and Xiao Jiufeng, Fu Jiangnan immediately took his brothers and sisters to start chiseling stones in the mountains, and then moved to the outside of the sword-throwing pool of the Tianya Sword Sect little by little, planning to fill it in first.

It's just that the stones have been cast for a long time, and there is still no trend of bottoming out in such a small pool.

This made the little teenagers anxious.

So he simply began to dismantle everything in the Sword Sect, pried out the stones in the courtyard, pried out the stone steps on the mountain road, and threw all the large stones that could be pried out.

Such a thing, even if Fu Jiangnan has already entered the Tao, it still makes him exhausted.

It's always easier to just carry stones in the Sword Sect than on the battlefield.

Lu Xiaoyi was packing his luggage.

Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaowu, who had said that they were going to slash the demons, were panting and resting by the sword throwing pool.

Although these two people are senior brothers, after all, the eleven-year-old physique can't keep up with those juniors.

The two of them looked at the four places of such a Sword Sect for a long time.

After all, I have been here for so long, and suddenly I said that I was leaving, even if it was a young boy, I would have reluctance in my heart.

"Master, won't they come back?"

Lu Xiaowu looked at Lu Xiaosi and asked softly.

Lu Xiaosi, who was also just a little boy, touched Lu Xiaowu's hand that was injured by the stone and said, "They will definitely come back." ”

The two of them spoke, but they were silent.

When Lu Xiaoxiao and the others left, Lu Xiaowu and they didn't have many ideas.

After all, the incident in Nanyi City was so big at the beginning, and in the end, Master and they came back.

It's just that Lingnan had 80,000 sword cultivators at the beginning.

What's more, this time they have to face not only Huang Liang's witch armor, but also the rebels in the south, and the people of the Hanging Courtyard.

Perhaps no one thought that these three would eventually come together.

The two rested for a while, and said nothing, but they stood up again and went to the side of the mountain road to pry stones.

Those mountain roads of the Sword Sect were all repaired little by little by Wu Dalong at the beginning of spring.

That sword cultivator was full of hope at that time, thinking that the Sword Sect would slowly grow stronger and stronger in the future.

It's just that at this time, those mountain roads have been pried into a mess.

It's like the Sword Sect has hidden some treasure, and someone comes up to the mountain, and those who go to heaven and earth have to find it out.

There are indeed some treasures hidden in the Sword Sect.

It's the teenagers.

In the world, there is nothing more precious than teenagers.

That represents all possible hope.

They may be doing nothing.

Maybe it's shining.

So when Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao stood on the mountain road and looked at the mountain road that had been pried open, they didn't feel regretful.

They've got their part.

The next step is to try to get as many things as you can.

When the little teenagers looked at the two returning division commanders, they all cried and laughed and pounced.

Wu Dalong touched Lu Xiaowu's head, and asked again, "What about your junior brothers?" ”

The junior disciples are naturally Lu Xiaoliu and Fu Jiangnan.

"They're on the mountain, they're burying that pool."

Wu Dalong had already guessed this, and walked towards the mountain with Lu Xiaoxiao and the two little boys.

Those young sword cultivators were all in the courtyard, carrying some stones towards the small pond behind the Sword Sect.

This sword cultivator, who had been fighting iron and throwing swords all day long, stopped them.

"Don't throw stones into it, if you can't fill it, what about Jiangnan?"

Behind that is Tianya Town, is Sword Lake.

It's just that the teenagers don't know.

They only knew that it was the foundation of the entire Tianya Sword Sect.

"I'm here, Master."

Fu Jiangnan ran over with a dusty face, fortunately, their swords were very good, even if they were used to pry stones, they were still as cold as new, but the teenagers were more disgraced, like dogs rolling in the mud.

"Come with me."

Wu Dalong took Fu Jiangnan towards the sword-throwing pool.

Lu Xiaoxiao instructed everyone to clean up and see if there was anything to bring.

Fu Jiangnan followed Wu Dalong a little dazed until he came to the sword throwing pool.

Wu Dalong looked at the pool quietly, maybe he thought of the old man who had been here for most of his life, so he was stunned for a while, until Fu Jiangnan called him, and the thirty-six-year-old sword cultivator came back to his senses, pulled away the stones by the pool, and then looked at Fu Jiangnan.

"Do you know what's under the sword-throwing pool?"

Fu Jiangnan thought about it with the vague stories he heard in the Sword Sect, and said, "It is a sword lake, hiding the sword of the Tianya Sword Sect. ”

Wu Dalong said softly: "It's not all. ”

This sword cultivator, who had been striking iron all day long, said and looked at the pool.

"There's another place below. There is a certain very high predecessor in the world. ”

Fu Jiangnan stood there stunned.

"The sword behind you, the name on the sword, is engraved by that senior."

The young man from the Hanging Courtyard suddenly realized something, and said in a panic: "Then did we hit that senior?" ”

Wu Dalong thought for a while and said, "I don't know, I haven't seen it, and those who have seen my predecessors are not in the Sword Sect." ”

Fu Jiangnan remembered the young uncle under the umbrella.

I haven't seen it, but I've heard it.

That is where Lingnan is regarded as the true hope.

The boy then stood respectfully by the pool.

"What is Master trying to tell me?"

Wu Dalong turned his head and looked at the young man for a long time.

The young man's talent was the best in the history of the Tianya Sword Sect.

Nandao and Le Chaotian obviously can't be put here.

As for Lu Xiaoer, in the final analysis, he was a disciple of the Little White Sword Sect.

"After leaving Lingnan this time, we don't know when we will be able to come back."

Wu Dalong said softly.

Fu Jiangnan may have understood something.

From the front and back, everything is uncertain.

Wu Dalong may or may not be able to come back.

But Fu Jiangnan's hope of coming back is always greater.

The story of the boy in the world is still very long.

Just as the young man thought, Jian Xiu, who had been fighting iron for more than ten years, stood quietly by the edge of the pool and said softly: "So you have to know some more things, and in the future, you can continue the story of the Tianya Sword Sect." ”

Fu Jiangnan saluted respectfully.

"I will, Master."

Wu Dalong nodded, then looked at the sword-throwing pool, and said respectfully: "Please seal the pool." ”

Fu Jiangnan turned his head to look there, but there was still no movement.

It's just that the next moment, there was a lot of sword intent surging in the pool.

A sword pierced through the pool and hung in front of them.

At the same time, the sword pool, which had not changed for thousands of years, was slowly closing and arching upward, like a natural mountain stone, with holes in the stone.

Fu Jiangnan looked at the sword in a daze.

Of course, the swords are still those swords that the Tianya Sword Sect has invested in over the years, and it can be seen from the style on the sword.

It's just that on such a sword, those sword intents are extraordinarily powerful, far more powerful than ordinary swords.

And on the sword, there are three words that are extremely free and sloppy.

Bai Yujing.

The young man Fu Jiangnan stood there in a daze.

No matter how much Wu Dalong said, it was naturally not as good as such a sword shot out of such a sword pool, which made the young man really believe in many things.

The sword hovered in front of the boy.

Fu Jiangnan looked at Jian Xiu beside him, who calmly motioned for him to take the sword.

The boy raised his hand and grasped the sword.

In an instant, the sword light was brilliant, and that kind of mighty sword intent went straight into the sky.

The boy looked down at the sword in his hand for a long time.

So it's a sword.

Or the key?

......

Cao Weiyi sat by the lake and drank with her cheeks in her hands, listening to the sound of those stones falling, probably helpless.

If you like to throw a sword, forget it.

What's the trouble with throwing stones?

......