Young Master Beitai squatted at the gate holding an umbrella, watching the students who arrived in the early morning shivering through the bamboo forest to the courtyard.
After a long time, Nan Dao opened the door, walked out, rubbed his eyes, pretended to be surprised and looked at the snow, and said, "Why is it snowing?"
"Who knows." Beitai said casually while squatting there.
Nan Dao looked at the door for a while, then went back to the room and took out the shovel, sighing.
"It seems that you are very adaptable to this kind of life." Beitai said while looking at Nan Dao who started shoveling the snow.
Nan Dao held an umbrella with one hand and shoveled the snow with the other, and said helplessly: "What should we do? Is it too late to please your old man now?"
Beitai snorted softly and said: "It's too late, belated flattery is more despicable than anything else."
"That's right, why didn't you bring your servants out today?"
"Those people are too stupid and not to my taste." Beitai stood up, pulled a piece of ivy from the wall, chewed it in his mouth, and then spat it out, "Damn, really Bitter." Then he saw Nan Dao stop and look at him strangely.
"I'm very curious about what kind of family background can raise a weird young master like you." Nan Dao said while continuing to shovel the snow on the road in the yard.
Beitai followed Nan Dao leisurely and said, "It's not big. It's just that the entire Nanyi City belongs to my family."
"?" Nan Dao suddenly turned back and looked at Beitai.
Beitai looked at Nandao and said calmly: "Nanyicheng's surname is Bei, don't you know?"
Nan Dao turned around, shook his head and said, "I really don't know."
"Then you are indeed ignorant." Beitai spit out the chewed ivy aside, "But this is quite boring. Nanyi City belongs to my family, what else is there to fight for in life? It is impossible to secretly rebel. , go grab the position of Shenhe, which is far away in Huaidu."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "This is the first time I heard someone address His Majesty by his first name."
Beitai wandered around the courtyard nonchalantly and said, "The sky is high and the emperor is far away, but he can't hear me."
"I thought that since he ended the war between the two clans, he would be respected at least. No matter how bad he is, he is still a great demon who has lived for a thousand years, so he must be respected."
Nan Dao was shoveling the snow while talking, but found that Beitai seemed to be silent.
Glancing back, I saw Beitai standing in the yard looking at the snow on the wall. Then he turned back to look at Nandao and said:
"To put it nicely, Nanyi City belongs to my family, but to put it badly, whether it is Xuanxuyuan, the Human Sword Sect, or the Heavenly Prison Branch in Nanyi City, they are all above Nanyi City The presence."
Nan Dao listened silently and asked, "Why is this happening?"
Beitai said softly: "Because my ancestor had a man named Bei Gu earlier, one of the Seven Sons and Three Swordsmen many years ago."
"I never heard."
"You should have heard of his senior brother."
"who is it?"
"Hangu Temple Taoist Saint, Li Queyi."
Nan Dao fell silent.
"People talk about the great road out of Hangu, but when Hangu Temple really disappears from the world, they are always worried that Hangu Temple will come back again."
Beitai chuckled softly and looked at the green bamboos in Xuanxuyuan, "So you see, even Xuanxuyuan wants to assign me to Wuguiyuan instead of Qingniuyuan."
Nan Dao lowered his head and shoveled the snow, but still didn't understand. He said, "Why are they so afraid of Hangu Temple?"
Beitai sneered and said: "Back then, even people like Sword Master Qingyi would be in awe of Hangu Temple, let alone them. As long as Hangu Temple stays in the world for one day, those of them with evil intentions will never Peace of mind.”
Listening to the resentment in Beitai's words, Nan Dao seemed to understand why Beitai stood in the rain for a long time that day. He was silent for a while and said: "Although I don't know what happened that year, it sounds like you are really brave." Tragic."
Beitai chuckled softly, shaking his head and walking towards the courtyard.
"What's wrong with me? I'm very happy."
Nan Dao looked at Beitai's back and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Go to the Witch Ghost Monastery to practice."
...
After shoveling all morning in Nandao, all the roads in Xuanxuyuan were cleared. I originally wanted to go to the library to have a look, but I was afraid of missing the time to go to Jingsi Lake, so I ate in the cafeteria of Wenhuayuan. I ordered something and went to Qingniuyuan.
When passing by, I saw Zhang Xiaoyu sitting on the lecture platform and taking a nap. The students below were sitting around in the snow under the apricot tree, talking casually with swords on their knees. Nan Dao thought they were discussing kendo, but after listening for a while, he realized that they were all discussing how to play mahjong.
Misleading people's children, misleading people's children.
Nan Dao sighed and left.
Mr. Xie was quite normal, explaining the Northern Qingtian Tao practice method to the students.
Mr. Mei was also inside, holding a big thermos and looking at them happily.
When they came to Jingsi Lake through the apricot blossom path, Qiu Xi'er sat at the end of the corridor, facing the Jingsi Lake, reading quietly.
The eaves of the cloister and the white magnolia trees were all white, and it was impossible to distinguish the flowers from the snow.
Nan Dao was afraid of surprising her, so he walked carefully through the snow on the road. But after walking not far, I heard Qiu Xi'er's cold voice ringing from the lakeside.
"There's a sword over there."
Nan Dao looked around and discovered that there was a four-foot-long sword under the white magnolia tree by the lake, and there was a grindstone next to it.
Nan Dao walked over and picked it up, only to find that it was just an ordinary iron sword that had not even been sharpened.
"Sharpen the sword."
Qiu Xi'er said without raising her head.
Nan Dao squatted down by the grindstone, thought for a moment, looked at Qiu Xi'er and asked, "How to grind it?"
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "Print it as much as you want, as long as you want."
Nan Dao looked at the sword in his hand, and then at the grindstone. He was silent for a while, then put the sword on the grindstone and rubbed it.
"I'm done, sir."
Qiu Xi'er put away the scroll and looked towards Nan Dao.
Nan Dao saw Qiu Xi'er's silent gaze, scratched his head and said, "Maybe I'll grind for a while longer?"
"No need."
Qiu Xi'er held the scroll and walked towards Nan Dao. She reached out and picked up the sword that Nan Dao had sharpened. She glanced at it, reversed the sword's edge, handed it to Nan Dao, and then walked along Jingsi Lake towards the other side of the lake.
Nan Dao followed him with a sword in his hand without knowing why.
The two stopped on a lawn on the other side of the lake. Qiu Xi'er looked back at Nan Dao and said, "Do you know the difference between the three major sword sects in the world?"
Nan Dao shook his head, held his sword and saluted, and said, "Sir, please speak."
Qiu Xi'er turned around and looked into the lake, raised her hand, and something flew out of the lake and landed in her hand.
Nan Dao looked at the sword intently, but he was a little surprised, because it was not a good sword. On the contrary, it was extremely shabby. The sword body was full of cracks and the blade was full of gaps. It seemed that it would break at any time.
There are two words engraved on the sword.
Autumn water.
The same name as the contemporary Mojian Cliff Master.
Qiu Xi'er looked at the sword in his hand and said calmly: "Liuyun Sword Sect arose before Dao Dao. At that time, the sword was a weapon held in the hand. Therefore, people are never separated from the sword, and everyone's sword is one, which is why the world calls it For the retro-style kendo.”
As the words fell, the aura around Qiu Xi'er changed, becoming one with the sword, and came to him in an instant. Before Nan Dao could see clearly, the cold light had stopped in front of his throat, and he could even feel the tip of the sword. The cold chill above.
Nan Dao stopped after swallowing half of his saliva.
Qiu Xi'er calmly sheathed her sword and stood still, holding the sword behind her.
"Doesn't Liuyun Sword Sect practice Taoism?"
Nan Dao asked with lingering fear, thinking about the sword strike just now.
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "Of course I practice, but because for them, the sword comes earlier than the Tao, so they practice the Tao in order to hold the sword better, break through the Taoist blockade faster, and send the sword into the throat .”
"So that's it." Nan Dao suddenly realized, and then asked: "Where is the sword from Mojian Cliff?"
"Mojianya was originally called Ten Years Sword Sect, which means sharpening a sword in ten years. He is also the founder of the Sword Intention School, but he has not given up the core of the retro style Sword School. When a person is on the cliff, his sword travels thousands of miles, and The sword's will is mighty and unstoppable."
After Qiu Xi'er said this, thousands of sword intentions spurted out from the sword he held behind him, like a waterfall on a high cliff. He looked up and felt that it was so close. Then he floated on the lake, and the sword intentions shot out like a stream of light, and suddenly disappeared in the lake. Meditate by the lake.
While Nan Dao was still wondering where the sword intent had gone, he heard Zhang Xiaoyu's scream coming from the podium - "Ah! Damn it, who stabbed me in the butt?"
As the sword intent dissipated, Qiushui Sword fell into the lake again.
Qiu Xi'er looked at Nan Dao and said calmly: "As for the Human Sword Sect, it was born out of Mojianya's sword intention method, using cause and effect to wield the sword to cut through the past and the future."
"What's that like?" Nan Dao asked curiously.
Qiu Xi'er looked at the ripples in the lake and said calmly: "I can't."
"..." Nan Dao looked at the frank Qiu Xi'er and was speechless for a moment. "Which sword is stronger?"
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "No one is stronger. The three swords in the world today are the representatives of the three major kendos."
"Which three swords?"
"The Demon Emperor Shenhe, the Liuyun Sword Sect Chen Yunxi, and the Human Sword Sect Cong Yan."
Nan Dao nodded thoughtfully.
"If you want to learn the Karma Sword, you can go and ask Zhang Xiaoyu for advice. He is Master Cong Ren's favorite disciple and the only one who has learned the Karma Sword."
After Qiu Xi'er finished speaking, she held the scroll and left.
Nan Dao tasted this sentence carefully and felt something was wrong.
Then he realized what he was doing, ran over and stopped Qiu Xi'er, and said hurriedly: "I don't want to learn, I don't want to learn, sir, don't be angry."
Qiu Xi'er held the scroll and raised her hand. Nan Dao quickly stretched out his hand, closed his eyes and said as if he was dead, "Please punish me, sir."
Qiu Xi'er silently looked at Nan Dao who was waiting for punishment in front of her. She didn't fight him anymore, but just put the book in Nan Dao's hand.
Nan Dao opened his eyes and looked at the book in his hand, feeling a little confused.
Qiu Xi'er walked around the South Island and walked towards Jingsi Lake, and said calmly: "Why should I hit you? This is the introductory analysis of swordsmanship written by Mr. Yun Hu. You can take a look."
"Oh." Nan Dao nodded, looked at Qiu Xi'er's back, saluted, and said, "Thank you, sir."
After hesitating for a moment, Nan Dao shouted to Qiu Xi'er who had already reached the other side of the lake: "Sir, you really are not angry... Uh-huh."
Before he finished speaking, his mouth was sealed by a sword intent.
"Don't yell in Jingsi Lake." Qiu Xi'er looked back at Nandao and left from the trail.
He seemed really angry.
Nan Dao sighed, took the scroll and walked to the corridor to sit down.
The scroll in her hand was still warm from Qiu Xi'er's hand.
Nan Dao felt that he had held her hand, so he giggled.
He opened the book full of energy and said to himself: "It's very pleasant. You should love it and practice it! That's it."
