When Nan Dao woke up, he was in Shushu's cabin, with a thin blanket underneath him and a fairly thick quilt covering him. The black umbrella was in his hand, crookedly covering his head. , his head hurt a little, Nan Dao touched it and found that his brow was swollen for no reason. Nan Dao stared at the edge of the umbrella for a long time and sat up.
Peach blossom?
Nan Dao recalled what happened previously. But my head was heavy and I couldn't think of anything. I just vaguely remembered that I was attacked when I was underwater. Then, what saved me?
Peach blossom?
The name came to Nan Dao's mind again.
He turned to look at his shoulder. The three-inch peach branch there had disappeared. Nan Dao took off his clothes again, leaving only a scar inside, which was where the peach blossom had grown during the day.
Nan Dao frowned and thought for a long time, and finally seemed to remember something.
Peach blossoms and swords are here for you.
what does that mean? Nan Dao felt that his head had become very heavy, but the moment he closed his eyes, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.
A man in white with a dagger in his hands and a peach blossom face stood in the water, and then suddenly the sword was inserted into his heart.
Nan Dao suddenly woke up and reached out to untie his clothes. He didn't know when there was a peach blossom mark on his heart. There were five petals of a peanut, but one petal was as red as blood. Nan Dao looked there uneasily for a long time and reached out to touch it. The moment he raised his hand to touch it, the mark of the peach blossom disappeared.
It's like it's never happened before.
Nan Dao closed his shirt in silence and looked outside the cabin.
The boat stopped on the bank of the Nanyi River. It was already late at night, the bustling world had dispersed, and the city was silent. Shushu was curled up on the bow of the boat, with his money bag at his feet, sleeping deeply.
Seemingly awakened by the movement in the cabin, Shushu rubbed his eyes and looked over. Seeing that Nan Dao had woken up, he breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up with a yawn, and walked in carrying Nan Dao's package.
"What happened to you down there? Why did the rope suddenly break?" Shushu looked at Nandao curiously and asked.
Nan Dao hesitated a little, but still didn't tell the truth.
"Hit a rock."
Shushu looked at Nandao apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, maybe I pulled too fast."
Nan Dao shook his head and said, "It's okay."
"By the way, this is your money." Shushu said, feeling something was wrong, and raised four fingers and said, "Zhushu swears, I really didn't mean to go through your package, it's just... .A little bit curious, hehe."
Nan Dao took the package speechlessly and without saying anything else, he took out the money from his arms and handed it to Shushu.
Shushu happily took the money, held it to his lips and kissed it again and again.
"Well, Shushu's money, hee hee."
Nan Dao walked out of the cabin holding an umbrella, sat down on the bow, looked at Nanyi City with only some sparse lights left, looked back at Shushu who was hiding money in the cabin, and asked: "How did you find me? ?”
Shushu walked out of the cabin and yawned on the edge of the boat. He seemed to be sleepy again and said lazily: "It's not me, it's a scholar named Yun Hu Shizi. He is washing clothes at the bridge not far below. If you hit him with a mallet, you'll hit him on the head."
Nan Dao rubbed his brows and felt a little dumbfounded. It turned out to be like this.
"..."
"Then I just happened to find it again, and we towed you up on the boat with him."
"Thank you."
"Hey, you're welcome, just give me the money." Shushu said with a smile.
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, then took out another penny from his arms and handed it to Shushu.
Shushu took the money, no longer sleepy, and entered the cabin happily.
Nan Dao stood up holding an umbrella, climbed onto the river bank by climbing on the guardrail, and said something to Upengli.
"I go first."
"Okay, come and play with Shushu when you have time." Shushu responded in the cabin.
Nan Dao didn't answer, but walked along the river bank holding an umbrella and carrying a package.
After walking a long way, Nan Dao turned around and looked at the lonely boat floating in the river at night.
So does that attack have something to do with Shushu?
Nan Dao watched silently, he didn't know either.
It's just too much of a coincidence.
Nan Dao shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. He identified the direction and left along the street.
As soon as Nan Dao stepped into the door of Su's Inn, he saw a crowd of people gathered inside. Zhang Xiaoyu, who thought he had returned to Jianzong long ago, was sitting on the card table, picking his feet and touching the cards. What are you hesitating about?
The people in the circle looked at him with smiles. The man at the table seemed a little impatient and said, "Do you want to fight Zhang Xiaoyu?"
Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to be very confused. After hesitating again and again, he put his feet down, stood up on his shoes, and slapped the cards in his hand on the table.
"Snapped!"
"I don't believe it." Zhang Xiaoyu looked at several people fiercely.
The people in the circle were startled at first, and then leaned over to see clearly the red picture that Zhang Xiaoyu had photographed on the table, and then they all leaned back and laughed.
Sure enough, the opponent pushed the card.
"What a fool!"
Zhang Xiaoyu sat back on the stool, shouting and grabbing his hair.
Everyone around looked at Zhang Xiaoyu jokingly and said jokingly: "Zhang Dianpao, have you lost everything again?"
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and rummaged through the money bag, then threw it away. The two copper coins inside made a lonely clanging sound.
Everyone laughed.
However, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly saw Nan Dao standing aside. He stood up overjoyed and pulled Nan Dao over.
"Junior brother, you are back. Quickly lend me some money. When I win it back, I will return it to you with interest."
"Junior brother?"
Everyone looked at Nan Dao with doubts on their faces.
"A new disciple of the Human Sword Sect?"
Nan Dao thought about what Cong Ren said in the Jianzong Garden, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Uh, no..."
"Who says it's not?" Zhang Xiaoyu grabbed Nan Dao's neck and looked at everyone and said, "I said yes. Tomorrow I will ask Master to accept him as my junior disciple."
Everyone was speechless. It was about the Sword Sect in the World, and no one dared to joke anymore.
Nan Dao broke free from Zhang Xiaoyu's restraints, reluctantly took off the package from his shoulders and stuffed it into Zhang Xiaoyu's arms.
"Okay, okay, just leave me some money to eat tomorrow."
Nan Dao was really afraid of Zhang Xiaoyu. After leaving the money, he hurried up to the second floor and returned to the room.
"Come on, let's continue!"
Zhang Xiaoyu started shuffling the cards enthusiastically.
Nan Dao closed the door, and those voices subsided.
Because it was a spring day, the inn was afraid that some guests were afraid of the cold, so there was still a brazier burning in the room and the windows were slightly open, but it was still warm.
Nan Dao washed his face, took off his wet clothes, and placed them next to the brazier to roast them.
Then he coughed and looked into his heart by the firelight, but there was nothing there.
It seemed like it was just a dream, Nan Dao thought. When his breathing became calmer, he lay down on the bed holding an umbrella.
For others, even if they can understand it, sleeping with an umbrella is difficult to do.
But Nandao slept like this for more than ten years.
Because he experienced a lot of messy things yesterday, Nan Dao quickly fell asleep.
On the second day of Nandao, I was woken up by the sound in the room.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Xiaoyu wiping the table, with a basin of hot water next to him and some large steamed buns placed on a stool nearby.
Seeing Nan Dao wake up, Zhang Xiaoyu came over diligently and helped Nan Dao straighten his shoes.
Nan Dao sighed, sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "How much is left?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a sad face: "I lost everything."
"..."
Nan Dao got up, washed his face, sat at the table and put the steamed buns on the table. He looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, hesitant to speak.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat over, picked up a steamed bun, ate it, and said vaguely: "Junior brother, you can scold me if you want."
Nan Dao also picked up a steamed bun, took two bites, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Senior Brother Zhang."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Nandao with a bulging mouth.
"If it doesn't work, let's quit."
Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head crazily, swallowed the steamed bun with difficulty, and said confidently: "Junior brother, don't worry, senior brother is guarding the life of the money bank, but the four pillars are too hard and temporarily broke through the money bank. When the time comes, senior brother, my fortune will turn around, and I will definitely pay you back everything I owe you."
Nan Dao shook his head helplessly, suddenly remembered something, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said: "Well, senior brother, you don't have to pay it back to me. I probably can't afford to wait. Do me a favor and treat it as if you have already paid it back." Okay, okay?”
"Junior brother, just say it."
"I was hacked by someone in Nanyi River last night. How about you help me check it out, senior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then patted the table and stood up.
"Damn it, who dares to hack my money bag... hack my junior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu picked up a few steamed buns, opened the door and walked out. Before leaving, he looked back at Nan Dao and said, "I'll go right away. Junior brother, just wait for my news."
Nan Dao looked at the unfinished steamed bun in his hand in silence.
This is the only one left.
Damn it.
Nan Dao couldn't help but curse.
I don’t know who I’m scolding.
After finishing eating the steamed bun, Nan Dao tidied up and went out holding an umbrella.
When he walked to the lobby downstairs, he happened to see a scholar checking out at the counter. Nan Dao remembered what Shushu said last night, so he waited there a little longer.
After the scholar finished, he picked up the book box and turned around. When he saw Nan Dao standing there, he sighed.
"Hey, the bag on your head is gone."
"..."
Nan Dao took a deep breath, cupped his hands towards the scholar, and said, "Thank you for last night."
The scholar also returned the gift with his hand, then waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's nothing, we just happened to meet each other."
Nan Dao wanted to take out some money to express his gratitude, but after he came up empty, he remembered that Zhang Xiaoyu had already lost everything, so he paused in embarrassment.
Scholar Yun Hu smiled strangely and said, "Well, there's no need to look for it. I was upstairs last night and watched that Sword Sect disciple lose all your money. He even asked me to borrow a few coins this morning. I used the money to buy steamed buns, but I don’t know how many you ate.”
"...."
Nan Dao finally understood why Zhang Xiaoyu could still buy steamed buns while saying he had lost all his money.
It seems that there are creditors all over the world.
Yun Huzhidao walked to the door, looked back at Nan Dao and said, "Today is the day of spring recruitment in Xuanshu Academy. I have to go there, so I'll say goodbye first."
Hearing this, Nan Dao followed him and said, "I happen to be going too, so let's go together."
Yun Huzi glanced at Nan Dao and was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. He nodded and said with a smile: "Then let's go together."
