The two sat in the bamboo house for a long time, and the dusk fell on the bamboo forest.
"What if no one helps me repair the path?"
Nan Dao asked, looking out the window.
Yunhu thought for a while and said, "Then you are truly the destined person."
"Are there really people who are destined to be destined?"
Yun Huzi smiled and said, "Do you know the first dean of Xuanshu Academy?"
Nan Dao shook his head.
Yunhu stood up and walked to the door of the bamboo house.
"He was a scholar in Huangliang a thousand years ago. After Qing Yi broke through the sky, his sword disappeared. Until later, when he wandered around the world, he picked it up at the seaside. Later, in Ghost Face Flower, The original copy of "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox" that was lost in the world during the turmoil, that is, the copy I gave you just now, was also picked up by him."
"Then what happened to him later? Did he become a sword cultivator or enter a Taoist sect?"
Yun Huzi smiled softly and said: "His name is Qingxuanxu, and he later became a teacher in Huangliang Town, which is also where Xuanxuyuan started."
"How can this be called a person of destiny?"
"Because he rejected the destiny. Mojianya and Daomen both went to Huangliang to look for him, but he never embarked on the path of cultivation."
"Sir, do you think I am the same kind of person as him?"
Yun Huzi laughed softly and said: "It's just a guess. I heard Zhang Xiaoyu say before that you were playing cards with the Jianzong disciples, and God was going to play cards for you. Maybe it can be considered as such."
Nan Dao stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the dusk bamboo forest with Yun Huzhi, but he smiled bitterly.
"My husband and I have different views. I think God wants me to die."
Yunhu turned his head and saw Nan Dao raising his hand to wipe the blood on the corners of his lips. Then he fell silent. He thought of the umbrella Nan Dao had been holding and those strange behaviors. He sighed and said, "A natural curse. It turns out that this Is that your problem?"
Nan Dao wiped away the blood and said with a smile, "Mr., did you scare me?"
Yun Huzi looked at the library outside the bamboo forest that was immersed in the glow, and said: "Life and death are sometimes, it's nothing more than this."
"Sir's words seem a bit heartless."
Yun Huzi smiled softly and said: "Because I can't do anything, I have to be ruthless about it. Since you can live to this day, you may not be unable to solve this problem."
Nan Dao said: "I heard Mr. Mei tell you about your deeds. If someone as knowledgeable as you doesn't know about it, then maybe there is really nothing you can do."
"In the final analysis, I am just a scholar. I have never entered Taoism. I don't understand the principles of heaven. I only understand the human world." Yun Huzi said slowly, "I have never known what destiny is."
Nan Dao suddenly remembered the missing Taoist priest he met early this morning.
He sighed and walked along the path.
"I may have missed the person who knows destiny."
Nan Dao said softly and laughed softly.
Stepping on the twilight is like stepping on your own twilight - so the youthful spirit will never be seen again.
After walking for a long time, he stopped on the green bamboo path and looked back at Yun Hu Wenzhuang while wiping his tears.
"But sir, I'm really afraid of death."
Zhang Xiaoyu hummed a strange tune that he had heard somewhere, lying on the window of the classroom of the School of Mathematics and Physics, watching the people inside playing mahjong, while still pointing at the person closest to him, causing a burst of complaints inside.
"It's so annoying. Who's going to beat him up?"
"Who's going?"
"Why don't we come together."
As the students inside were about to roll up their sleeves and come out, they heard someone say uncertainly: "That seems to be the second gentleman of the Qingniu Academy Sword School."
"...."
All the students were instantly frightened.
"You all have a good time playing cards. What are you doing whispering to each other?" The mahjong teacher stood in front of the classroom and tapped the card table with his ruler.
"Look at the cards, what do you want me to do?" Seeing that the students were all looking at him, the teacher scolded him again. "You are truly the worst class of poker players I have ever taught."
Zhang Xiaoyu laughed loudly at the door and saw the gentleman looking over and said, "Zhang Xiaoyu, what are you looking at? Get out of here and pay back the money quickly next month."
Zhang Xiaoyu ran away, faintly hearing the laughter in the classroom and the scolding of his teacher.
"Why are you laughing? Do you consider the classroom your home? If you play cards seriously, you will lose all your credits and fail the final exam!"
...
The oldest and longest tradition in Nanyi City is playing cards.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought so.
Then I saw Nan Dao holding an umbrella and lighting the garden lamp beside the bluestone path in the dusk.
"Junior brother, why are you here?"
Zhang Xiaoyu walked over and put his arm around Nan Dao's shoulders, "Have you played cards recently? Can you lend me some more money?"
Nan Dao didn't speak, but concentrated on picking up the cotton thread in the oil lamp.
"?" Zhang Xiaoyu felt that something was not right, tilted his head and looked at Nan Dao's face, "Who bullied you?"
Nan Dao didn't say anything. After lighting the lamp, he turned around and lit the one on the other side of the path.
"Tell senior brother, senior brother will help you deal with him."
Nan Dao put down his hand helplessly, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Thank you, senior brother, but no one bullies me."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't believe it and said, "Then why do you look so depressed?"
"Brother, please let go of my neck first. I'm going to light the lamp. If I don't finish lighting it before dark, Mr. Mei will deduct my wages."
Zhang Xiaoyu then let go of his hand and stood aside watching Nan Dao light the oil lamp.
Nan Dao lit the lamp, but suddenly turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked, "Senior brother, what level are you in?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was a little confused by the question of Nandao. After thinking for a long time, he said: "White clothes? Or a inclined bridge?"
"Left bridge?"
"It's the realm, white clothes, leaning bridge, green lotus, cliff master, sitting and guarding the world."
"This name is so weird, it might as well be the door next door."
Zhang Xiaoyu patted his head and said, "Junior brother is indeed smart. I remembered that I am in the Xiaodao realm."
"?" Nan Dao was a little confused, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Aren't you from the Sword Sect?"
"The Sword Sect also wants to practice Taoism."
"Oh, aren't you about to hit the big road?"
After hearing what Nan Dao said, Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, put his arm around Nan Dao's shoulders again, and said, "Junior brother."
"What's wrong, senior brother?"
"It's better to say less such hurtful words in the future."
"?"
Zhang Xiaoyu let go of Nan Dao's neck and said seriously: "Although it is said that there are five realms of cultivation, the first three realms and the last two realms are actually very different. Anyone with a little bit of talent can enter the Tao, and those with acceptable talent can , you can become enlightened, and those with excellent talents can see the small path."
After Zhang Xiaoyu said this, he said no more.
Nan Dao asked curiously, "What about the avenue?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at the sky, sighed for a while, and said, "I don't know."
Nan Dao was silent.
Holding the oil lamp, he walked towards another garden lamp.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't leave either and followed Nan Dao unsteadily.
It wasn't until nightfall that Nan Dao finished lighting all the garden lanterns in the courtyard. When he returned to the concierge, he found that Mr. Mei had gone somewhere and there was only a brazier burning inside.
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu walking back and forth in the yard outside, and asked in confusion: "Senior brother, aren't you going back to the Sword Sect?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stood in the yard and said listlessly: "Who is a serious person who returns to Jianzong at night?"
"Who is that senior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said confidently: "I want to play cards!"
After saying that, he wilted, "But I don't have any money."
"What should I do? I'm addicted to poker. I'm going to die."
"..." Nan Dao was speechless. He stood at the door and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu for a long time and said, "Senior brother, have you forgotten something?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Nan Dao, laughed awkwardly, and said: "Ah, yes, yes, I remembered it, but junior brother, you have to have some motivation to investigate this kind of thing, right... ..”
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoyu was pushed out of the gate of Xuansheyuan by Nan Dao.
So Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and left the alley of Nanjingfang.
Nan Dao moved a small bench at the door and sat for a while. After nightfall, few people came in and out. The courtyard lamp stood alone by the moon door on the right.
Mr. Mei probably won't come tonight, Nan Dao thought, moved the stool back into the room, and closed the door.
After checking the door bolt again, Nan Dao sat by the fire pot, put aside the "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox" that he had carried in his arms all afternoon, took off his shirt, and looked at the position above his heart. There was nothing there. , it seems that there has never been any peach blossoms.
But Nan Dao clearly remembered that when he entered the Tao today, the peach blossom appeared again, and the second peach blossom also became extremely bright red.
After a moment of silence, Nan Dao began to look inward at the sea of gods.
The sword intention was held quietly on the peach branch, but unexpectedly, there were many small whirlpools around the sword intention.
what is that?
Nan Dao remembered that when he entered the Tao today, there were no such whirlpools. After looking carefully for a while, Nan Dao discovered that those whirlpools were constantly absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, and at the bottom of the whirlpools, there was an extremely subtle vortex tail link. On top of that sword intention, the vitality of heaven and earth is constantly being absorbed by the sword intention.
Nan Dao suddenly remembered what Qiu Xi'er said today.
seed.
He originally thought that his Dao Seed had been chopped into pieces by the sword, but now it seems that this is not the case.
The God of Grain is immortal and is called the mysterious female.
Ceres is immortal.
Nan Dao pondered for a long time, raised his hand, and tried to gather the vitality of heaven and earth into his hand. Sure enough, the small whirlpools in the divine sea began to reverse, and then gathered at his fingertips, which then caused a larger vortex, attracting the vitality of heaven and earth from the outside. Come together.
It's just that the movement seemed too loud, and a strong wind began to blow up in the whole room. When Nan Dao realized that something was wrong and wanted to disperse the energy of heaven and earth at his fingertips, he found that those vortexes of energy were no longer under his control. , began to run violently.
Sudden changes occur.
Nan Dao looked at the scene in the Divine Sea in horror.
Thousands of vortexes began to reverse, and the vitality that had been absorbed and contained the sword intent was drawn out, and continued to converge towards the fingertips - the vortex of vitality had spread from the size of a finger to the entire space under the umbrella.
There was a violent storm in the divine sea of the South Island, and pain like tearing was constantly coming.
Nan Dao didn't know what was happening, but he realized that if he didn't stop, the gathering energy of heaven and earth would completely tear him apart.
Nan Dao tried hard to control the flow of vitality back into his body, but with little success.
The vitality of heaven and earth began to rage, stirring under the umbrella. Nan Dao held the umbrella tightly while trying to control the vitality to dissipate.
puff.
Nan Dao couldn't control it anymore and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The black umbrella also fell from his hand due to his vitality.
Nan Dao panicked and wanted to grab the umbrella, but was knocked to the ground by the energy gathering in the room. His vision blurred for a while, and there seemed to be blood filling his eyes.
There seemed to be thunder between heaven and earth.
The peach tree in the divine sea suddenly swayed.
The Qing Niu Five Thousand Words that fell on the ground began to turn pages on its own.
"Go to the extreme of emptiness, stay still and sincere, and allow all things to work together without any observation."
The locked door was opened, and someone pushed the door open and walked in. What he was reciting was the text on the page of Green Ox Five Thousand Words.
In the haze, Nan Dao saw the man in white with a peach blossom face.
He walked in calmly and picked up the umbrella from the ground.
"Man, all things return to their roots. Returning to the roots is called tranquility, which is called returning to life. Returning to life is called constant, and knowing the constant is called Ming. If you don't know the constant, you will act rashly..."
The man in white held an umbrella and picked up the Blue Ox Five Thousand Words. He walked up to Nan Dao and said calmly: "It's for evil."
The vitality of heaven and earth gradually calmed down as those Taoist texts were recited, but the madness in the South Island Divine Sea still continued.
Nan Dao suppressed the pain, coughed blood, and looked at the man in white in front of him.
"Who are you?"
The man in white put the umbrella back into Nan Dao's hand and said calmly: "I am Taohua."
"You too."
After the words fell, the man in white suddenly slapped the Blue Bull Five Thousand Words in his hand towards Nan Dao's heart.
Nan Dao was blinded for a while, and suddenly fell into darkness, and then he saw himself falling into the riot of the divine sea like a speck of dust.
Looking up, the peach tree is as tall as tens of thousands of feet, the sword intent stretches across the sky, and the countless whirlpools are like floating islands in the sky.
"Know the constant appearance, the appearance is the male, the male is the king, the king is heaven, heaven is the way, and the way is long."
"Not in danger."
Peach Blossom’s voice resounded throughout the sea of gods.
An ancient scroll fell from the top of the Divine Sea.
Everything returns to peace.
Suddenly.
The darkness in front of Nan Dao dissipated.
The room was a mess.
The door is wide open.
It's snowing heavily.
The man in white, Peach Blossom, has disappeared.
A peach blossom bloomed in the palm of my hand.
Nan Dao silently took away the peach blossom.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood on the small wooden bridge outside Nanjingfang with an empty scabbard on his back, silently watching the sudden heavy snowfall.
He raised his hand to catch a snowflake, and a scar instantly appeared on his palm.
It's a heavy snowfall with sword intention.
What's behind the snow?
Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at the night sky. Something seemed to be falling there, but it suddenly appeared and disappeared just like last time.
So there was only heavy snow falling, and there was no sword intent in the snow.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at the scabbard behind him and sighed.
"My sword, where did you go?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said as he walked across the small bridge and walked out of the long street.
"Don't let me catch those bastards like He Zong. They are so immoral that I can't even play cards with peace of mind."
"damn it."
