In the afternoon, Nan Dao went to Jingsi Lake as usual.
Qiu Xi'er was reading a book in the corridor.
Seeing Nan Dao walking over with an umbrella, Qiu Xi'er lowered her head again, looked at the book and said calmly: "You are a quarter of an hour late today."
Nan Dao took off his sword and held it out silently under the tree. After a long time, he stopped, looked at the ten magnolia flowers on the sword in his hand, and said in despair: "Sir, can you not go back?"
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "No."
"Then why did you come to Xuanxuyuan, sir?"
Qiu Xi'er raised her head, looked at Jingsi Lake, and said, "Come here to raise your sword."
Nan Dao looked back at Jingsi Lake, where there was autumn water.
"Can you raise swords in Jingsi Lake?"
Qiu Xi'er lowered her head again and looked at the book in her hand.
"You can only raise autumn water."
Nan Dao didn't ask any more questions. In fact, the only question he wanted to know was the first one.
Nan Dao threw Yu Lan away from his sword, and then drew his sword again.
Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything else and read quietly in the corridor.
Until dusk fell, Nan Dao put away his sword and bowed to Qiu Shui. When he left, he heard Qiu Shui say behind him: "There are still four days. If you can cultivate your sword intention, I can teach you." Another sword."
When Nan Dao turned around, Qiu Xi'er had already stood up, standing under the eaves at the end of the corridor, looking at the quiet lake at dusk, wearing a white dress full of orange glow.
"Can't you learn without sword intention?"
"That sword is called Guancanghai, and it is the sword of sword intent."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "I haven't heard of it."
Qiu Xi'er turned her head and looked at Nan Dao, her eyes were calm and seemed a little proud.
"This sword is my sword."
The courtyard lights were lit all the way to Nandao. In the past few days, I had become somewhat familiar with the gentlemen in the courtyard. While lighting the lamps, I greeted the gentlemen passing by.
"Mr. Zeng." The person in front of him was the dean of Wenhua Academy who gave Zhang Xiaoyu a beating that day.
The old gentleman was tall and tall, and he seemed to be full of energy. Nan Dao once thought that he should teach at Qingniu Academy instead of Wenhua Academy. However, Mr. Zeng had never entered Taoism. It is said that Mr. Zeng was very famous throughout Huaian. The Tianyan machine that Nandao saw in the School of Mathematics and Physics that day was made by Mr. Zeng.
Mr. Zeng nodded to Nan Dao, and then hurriedly left with the teaching aids and books under his arm.
Gentlemen are always busy.
This is what Chen He said, especially the gentlemen of Wenhua Academy, probably because the Spring Examination is about to take place.
Nan Dao also learned something later. This is an exam that can only be taken by students who have been admitted to Xuanxu Academy for three years. The same is true in other academies and other places. Those who were recruited this spring and those who were recruited last spring cannot yet refer to it.
Cultivate oneself, manage one's family and govern the country.
This is probably the philosophy of the students of Wenhua College.
It is impossible to bring peace to the world.
There are too many great cultivators in the human world.
Ordinary people cannot bring peace to the world.
Nan Dao thought about the rumors that the students were brought back to the courtyard from the city today.
There were countless sect leaders from the Lingnan Sword Sect. It was not until they saw the sword in the lap of the young man sitting at the door of the Sword Sect that he left with peace of mind.
Once people like Cong Ren make some noise, many cultivation places in the north and south of Fengqiling will not be able to calm down, let alone the human world?
After Nan Dao finished lighting the lanterns, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Zhang Xiaoyu again in the past two days. Ever since he met the girl named Li Qinghua that day, he didn't know where he had gone.
Could it be that he took the money given by the girl and became addicted to the poker hall?
Nan Dao shook his head and rejected this guess.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu is obsessed with playing cards, he doesn't look like the kind of person who deceives both feelings and money.
Nan Dao thought for a while, then returned to the concierge and tidied up the room. Suddenly he remembered that Chen He asked him to buy some wine when he had time, so he went out again holding an umbrella.
As soon as I walked to the door, I heard footsteps behind me.
Nan Dao looked back, but it was Beitai, the eldest young master of Nanyi City whom he had not seen for several days.
Beitai held a dead branch picked up from somewhere in his mouth, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards Nandao while humming some music.
"Good morning, Mr. Nan."
Nan Dao looked up at the gloomy night sky, thought for a while, and said, "It's early for you too, Master Bei."
Beitai stopped in front of Nan Dao, spat out the branches in his mouth, said hello casually, his eyes kept looking around, and then fell on the sword on Nan Dao's waist, feeling a little surprised.
"Hey, why are you learning the sword?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "There is a very good gentleman in the courtyard. She saw that I was pitiful, so she taught me a sword."
"How good is it?"
"..." Nan Dao couldn't help but be impressed by the thinking of the young master from Peking University. He remained silent for a while and said, "It's very, very good."
And also like it very much.
"What about you?" Nan Dao looked at Beitai, who seemed to have not changed much.
Beitai was swinging at the gate.
"There's nothing wrong with me. There are too few people in the Witch Ghost Institute, and they're too boring. They sit facing the river all day long, saying they want to feel the power of the Styx. I want to accept two servants but I can't."
Nan Dao thought of the two servants who were sent away by Beitai in the first place, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.
"Go out for a walk, do you want to go or not?"
Beitai asked, looking at Nandao.
"I was just going to buy a drink."
The two walked out of the gate of Xuansheyuan and walked in the alley.
"Drinking is good. I also like drinking. I know a good restaurant. Do you want to go with me?"
Nan Dao shook his head and said, "Forget it, I definitely can't afford to go to places where a young man like you goes."
"My treat."
Nan Dao felt that the hospitality was hard to refuse, so he agreed.
I thought it was some high-end private restaurant, but the young master wandered all the way and took Nan Dao to a small restaurant by the river.
Behind the restaurant is a bamboo platform stretched out on the Nanyi River. It is simply covered with an awning. Sitting there, you can directly see the lighted cruise boats on the Nanyi River.
The South Island and the North Island sit on the edge of the bamboo platform.
The young master from Peking University was sitting there, holding a jar of wine in his hand, his legs dangling and stepping on the water in the river.
"This wine shop must have been open for many years." Nan Dao looked at the environment of the wine shop.
There are a row of small restaurants and restaurants facing the river here. There are steps down to the river, but no one should have walked there. They are filled with fruit, vegetable leaves and food residues, and there are still a few in the water. A rotten piece of wood may have been used to tie up the boat.
Beitai chewed on the wine jar, looked up at the night sky and thought for a long time, then said: "I don't know, anyway, the store often boasts that it is more than a thousand years old, what kind of thousand-year-old store, and everyone in the crowd laughed and said yes, etc." of."
Nan Dao smiled and said, "I thought a young man like you wouldn't come to a place like this."
"Then where should I go?"
"Hmm...an indescribable place?"
"Fucking fart." Beitai spat into the river and cursed, "Whoever spreads this, I will smash his mouth."
Nan Dao thought for a long time, looked at Beitai and said, "In other words, if I go, it won't be spread?"
"..." Beitai fell silent.
Nan Dao couldn't help but smile as he watched the cruise ships coming and going on the Nanyi River.
"But I really haven't been there. If I had gone, my father would break my legs." Beitai looked at the sparkling river with sadness.
"What if it scares you?"
"My father is lame in one leg." Beitai said calmly.
Nan Dao looked at Beitai's legs. The young master's legs were swinging healthily.
"Why can't you go?"
Nan Dao was a little curious.
Beitai sighed and said, "If you go, the whole world will laugh."
Nan Dao remembered what he said to him when it snowed in Beitai that day.
"It's really boring sometimes." Beitai said with a sigh while drinking.
"Those who stand on high ground don't want to see our lineage rise again, nor do they want to see our lineage decline."
"I can't do anything but watch the Nanyi River all day long to see the girl."
Nan Dao listened quietly and asked, "Why?"
"People from the Dao Sect want to save face, people from the Heavenly Prison want to suppress them, and people from the Sword Sect want to see a joke." Beitai chuckled softly. "What kind of freedom do you think a family that is controlled by the three parties has?"
"What is Heavenly Prison?" This was the second time Nan Dao heard about this place from Beitai.
Beitai looked to the north and said with a sneer: "This is a world regulatory agency directly under the jurisdiction of His Majesty Huaidu."
Nan Dao nodded thoughtfully, but then asked curiously: "Why have I never heard of it before?"
Beitai turned to look at Nandao, feeling quite envious.
"Country folk will naturally not know about Heavenly Prison, and Heavenly Prison will not pay attention to you."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "Although I know you are telling the truth, when I hear you say this, I always feel like you are insulting people."
Beitai laughed and threw the empty wine jar into the river.
Nan Dao looked at the wine jar that floated in the river for a while and then sank. He shook his head and said, "This is not good, Master Peking University."
"My pleasure."
Beitai took another jar of wine from behind and drank heavily.
Nan Dao didn't drink any more. He looked at the half jar of wine in his hand and put it aside. He quietly watched the eldest young master start to go crazy after drinking too much.
Fortunately, Beitai didn't go crazy for long before he collapsed back and fell asleep.
Nan Dao looked at the drunk Beitai, feeling a little worried.
When he was thinking about how to drag him back, a gentle voice came from behind.
"Hello, let me take him back."
Nan Dao turned around and saw a woman in a plain skirt standing in the wine shop behind her, looking at Nan Dao with a smile.
Nan Dao looked at her and asked, "Who are you?"
"Qingtian Dao Baihe." The woman said with a slight smile, looking towards Beitai, her eyes seemed to be full of pity, "She is also his wife."
Nan Dao hesitated for a while, then patted Beitai next to him on the face.
"Wake up quickly."
Beitai opened his eyes drowsily, glanced at Bai He standing there, and said vaguely, "You're here."
So Nan Dao stepped aside, Bai He helped Beitai up, thanked Nan Dao, and then left.
Nan Dao stood there, but he was a little curious.
"I heard him say something, um...why don't you teach him to practice Taoism?"
Bai He stopped there and said softly: "Because this is not giving Huadu face."
Nan Dao watched the two of them leave slowly, walked back to the edge of the table, picked up the remaining half jar of wine, and then looked at Nan Yihe and pondered.
Is it serious not to give Huaidu face?
Of course it's serious.
Because that person in Huaidu is the Demon Emperor Shenhe.
Nan Dao drank the rest of the wine and was about to leave.
There seemed to be some strange movement in the Nanyi River in front of them.
Nan Dao suddenly dropped the wine jar, held down the sword at his waist, and hurriedly moved aside as the wind wrapped around him.
A long knife broke through the water.
