In the evening, Qiu Xi'er returned to Jingsi Lake, only to find that Nan Dao was still sitting in the corridor, but he was not reading the book, but was in a daze on the lake, with the completely unsharpened sword at his feet. .
"What are you doing?"
Qiu Xi'er's voice came from the lake. Nan Dao hurriedly opened the book and said, "I'm reading."
"If you don't want to learn, there's no need to force it."
Nan Dao shook his head hurriedly and said: "No, there is just a problem that I didn't understand, so I was in a daze just now."
Qiu Xi'er came over, stopped outside the corridor, looked at the lake and said, "What's the problem?"
"Mr. Yunhu said in the book that sword intent needs to be cultivated at all times, but he didn't say how to cultivate it. I don't understand."
Qiu Xi'er stood by the lake and said calmly: "What do you think a sword is?"
Nan Dao looked down at the iron sword at his feet, thought for a long time, and said, "It's a weapon."
"Yes." Qiu Xi'er said calmly, "So the sword needs to be sharpened, and the sword's will needs to be cultivated."
"Then how do you cultivate sword intent?"
Nan Dao asked.
Qiu Xi'er turned around, walked to the end of the corridor, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Pick up the sword."
Nan Dao put down the book without knowing why and picked up the sword.
"What are you thinking about now?"
Nan Dao looked at the sword in his hand, feeling a little confused.
Qiu Xi'er looked at Nandao for a long time and said calmly: "You don't even know what you want to do when you pick up the sword, how can you cultivate the sword's intention?"
After hearing this, Nan Dao suddenly became enlightened. After thinking for a long time, he looked at Qiu Xi'er and said, "Then what can I use it for?"
"Back then, when the Tao had not yet appeared, the Liuyun Sword Sect's people picked up swords to be killers. Although those swordsmen later became Tao, their swordsmanship was still fast and fierce. For example, Si Po Sword Cheng Lu, the sword does not leave the hand, but breaks in an instant. Because they know that the sword is used to kill people."
"Can it only be used to kill people?" Nan Dao asked with a frown.
"It's just that it can be like this." Qiu Xi'er said calmly, "Sword cultivators don't have to have swords, but they must have a goal to use the swords."
"What kind of sword intent do you use, sir?" Nan Dao asked.
Qiu Xi'er turned around and looked at Jingsi Lake. There was a sky and a sword in the lake.
"The swords in Mojian Cliff all fly toward the sky."
Nan Dao raised his head and looked at the sky through the edge of his umbrella, then fell silent.
Qiu Xi'er looked back at the silent Nan Dao, then turned and left along the path.
When she reached the end of the path, when the white magnolia blossoms turned into apricot blossoms, she heard Nan Dao's calm voice coming from behind.
"Can."
Qiu Xi'er paused and left Jingsi Lake without saying anything.
The dusk illuminates the snow, and the forest is full of splendor.
Nan Dao sat in the Jingsi Lake for a long time, with the sword placed on his knees. Yunhu Zhizhi's introductory analysis of kendo was beside him, being blown by the wind across the lake, and he kept turning the pages.
Nan Dao was looking at the sky. He hadn't seen the complete sky in many years.
There seems to always be half a black umbrella edge in that distant sky, covering many things.
When Nan Dao looked at the sky like this, there seemed to be something extra about him.
Not the sword intention.
Just a thought.
Just like entering the Tao, you need to find the Tao seed and bury it.
Sword Intent requires a thought.
Nan Dao lowered his head and looked at the sword on his knee. The gleaming sword might have been made by a blacksmith shop in the city. The blade is so dull that you can't even feel it when you touch it. The blade of the sword is still a little curved and has uneven tops, as if it was the work of an apprentice. The sword was crooked, as if the blade would fall off the hilt at any time.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, smiled, and held the sword. I left Jingsi Lake holding an umbrella.
He wants to find a scabbard when he has time.
Before night fell, Nan Dao lit the garden lamp in the Xuansha courtyard with ease, and then returned to the concierge.
Mr. Mei seemed to have been here. The brazier was burning. There was a bowl of hot soup and a few steamed buns on the side. Nan Dao put down his sword, then picked up the steamed buns and gnawed on them. He read the introduction to kendo while warming the fire.
Not long after, Mr. Mei opened the door and walked in. He saw Nan Dao eating steamed buns and cursed with a smile: "That's my dinner."
Nan Dao looked at Mr. Mei and said with a smile: "Aren't you a wife and a child? I'm a lonely person, so what's wrong with eating a few of your buns?"
Mr. Mei gave Nan Dao a head blow, then took a heater aside, put a few pieces of charcoal in it, and then went out. He walked to the door, looked at Nan Dao and asked, "How is it?"
Nan Dao gnawed on the bun, was silent for a while, and said, "I haven't gone to the library to read it yet, but I asked Mr. Yunhu before, and he said he didn't know either."
Mr. Mei said comfortingly: "It's okay, just take your time."
Nan Dao nodded, looked up at Mr. Mei and said, "Where are you going?"
Mr. Mei stood at the door holding the heater and said: "It snowed unexpectedly and my wife got cold. I have to go back and take care of her. She may not come here in the next few days. You should be careful."
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Okay."
Mr. Mei hugged the small heater and left.
Nan Dao sat by the fire pot and looked down at the palm of his hand.
There was only a shallow wound left where the peach blossom had grown.
Nan Dao watched silently.
What is so strange about this snow?
Nan Dao knew it very well.
This snow is aimed at him.
Nan Dao finished eating the buns in silence and drank the bowl of hot soup. Obviously, this was what Mr. Mei left for Nan Dao.
After finishing eating, Nan Dao looked at the introduction to kendo for a while.
Start internally illuminating the divine sea.
Compared with yesterday, there was only one more book in it. It was the Blue Bull Five Thousand Words that Yunhu gave to Nandao without knowing it. It was slapped by the man in white last night, and for some reason it appeared in his divine sea. among.
Those tiny whirlpools are still spinning. If you look closely, they seem to have grown a little bigger. They are still absorbing the vitality between heaven and earth. Half of them go to the sword intention, and the other half surrounds the old blue book. Cow five thousand words.
Nan Dao tried to open the Five Thousand Words of the Blue Ox with his consciousness in the divine sea. However, the seemingly light pages were as solid as a rock and could not be turned. Nan Dao observed for a long time and found that as the energy of heaven and earth merged, a corner of the book began to lose its original color, revealing a touch of gold that was extremely difficult to detect.
what is that?
Nan Dao subconsciously wanted to touch it. When his consciousness touched there, the aura in the entire divine sea became restless again. The sword intention held by the peach tree suddenly flew out, and Nan Dao's consciousness Destroyed instantly.
Nan Dao cried out in pain, subconsciously touched his eyes, and then realized that those were just images in his mind.
So relieved.
When I immersed my consciousness into the divine sea again, it had returned to calm.
The sword intention and the scroll are quietly absorbing the vitality of the world, as if nothing has happened, and there is a sense of separation.
Nan Dao's consciousness withdrew from the divine sea and looked inward at his body. When the vitality of heaven and earth was absorbed, it was also constantly washing his flesh and blood meridians.
If it persists, it will not be used diligently.
Nan Dao recited these words softly.
Nan Dao opened his eyes, opened the door and stood at the door, looking at the twilight that had not completely faded outside and the slowly melting snow.
Cut to the chase.
He felt that something was different in the world.
It seems like nothing has changed.
It’s just that the people watching have changed.
Nan Dao raised his hand, and a vortex of vitality gathered at his fingertips again. This time he did not use all the whirlpools in the divine sea, but just chose a certain one.
Therefore, the vortex at the fingertips is also very small.
"I have entered the Tao."
Nan Dao said this for the third time.
The first time I told her was Qiu Xier who was wearing a white dress.
The second time he told it to Yun Hu Wenzhi, who wanted to get the answer from there.
The third time, Nandao said it was for himself.
Nan Dao doesn't know if he can find a way to change his destiny.
but.
South Island is already on its way.
It is called entering the Tao.
Nan Dao returned to the room and took another look at the ugly iron sword beside him. After thinking about it, he decided to find a scabbard for it first.
After all, a swordsman must look like a swordsman.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't even see his sword, so he was still running around with a scabbard on his back.
While Nan Dao was thinking this, he saw Zhang Xiaoyu walking from the bamboo forest with a scabbard on his back.
Zhang Xiaoyu saw Nan Dao and was about to say hello. He didn't know what he thought of and slipped out of the door.
Most likely, he suddenly remembered Nan Dao’s instructions.
Of course, just because he slipped away didn't mean he would help with the investigation. He would probably borrow some money in the first half of the night and play cards in the second half of the night.
Nan Dao thought helplessly, holding an umbrella and exiting the gate of Xuanshuyuan.
Nanjingfang is almost close to the southernmost point of Nanyi City, so Xuanxuyuan and Renjian Jianzong are opposite each other in the north and south of Nanyi City, and they seem to be watching each other.
Yesterday's sudden heavy snow did not silence the prosperity of Nanyi City. On the contrary, there were many more people admiring the snow by the river. Of course, the snow had stopped long ago, and all people could see was some snow. The wet bluestone streets vaguely reflected the colors of the lights on both sides, adding to the excitement.
Nan Dao searched for a long time in the city before he found a blacksmith shop. Compared with his own blacksmith shop in the small town, the blacksmith shop here was much more luxurious. On one side, there were some farm tools and other daily ironware hanging, and on the other hand, the blacksmith shop was in full swing. of beating.
Of course, Nan Dao didn't come here to buy a scabbard. Zhang Xiaoyu had already lost all his money, leaving only a little money for check-out.
I looked at the door for a while, then asked the clerk to find out the approximate price, and after researching for a while, I found that a usable scabbard costs about 200 yuan, which is not expensive, because the Human Sword Sect and Xuansheyuan are like this. Due to the existence of the place, Nanyi City does not prohibit long swords and other instruments, but it does not allow private casting of daggers or hidden weapons.
After knowing the price, Nandao began to worry again.
How to find a way to make some money?
Nan Dao stood on the street and fell into deep thought.
Then he saw Zhang Xiaoyu and Su Guang, the young shopkeeper of Su's Inn, walking arm in arm into the alley.
play cards?
That's not good.
Nan Dao touched his pitifully flat money bag.
This is very good.
