After Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, he told Li Die that if he really wanted to learn, he would ask his father Li Taimei to come to him. Li Die nodded in understanding.
Then Mr. Xie came over and took Li Die away.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood under the tree. Li Die held Mr. Xie's hand and looked back at him as he walked. Zhang Xiaoyu didn't speak and his face looked a little heavy. It wasn't until Nan Dao pushed him that Zhang Xiaoyu reacted. He looked at Nan Dao and said, "What's wrong, junior brother?"
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a strange expression and said, "Senior brother seems to have a secret."
Zhang Xiaoyu laughed, patted Nan Dao on the shoulder and said, "Junior brother, don't think so wildly, haha."
When Nan Dao saw Zhang Xiaoyu, he didn't want to say more and didn't ask further.
But Nan Dao asked another question.
"Senior brother, where has your sword gone?"
Zhang Xiaoyu subconsciously looked back at his sword, remained silent for a while, looked at Nan Dao and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask about this?"
"I previously saw the preliminary explanation of the Karma Sword written by Cong Yan Sect Master in the library. It mentioned that the Karma Sword kills people. The most striking feature is that the sword owner's sword disappears from the world." Nan Dao thought while thinking. On the other hand, he said, "Senior brother's sword seems to have not been seen for a long time."
As he said that, Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu suspiciously and said, "Senior brother is killing someone?"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "Yes, Master asked me to kill someone."
Nan Dao said thoughtfully: "That's it."
Zhang Xiaoyu walked outside the pulpit, looked up at the apricot trees and said, "Junior brother, aren't you curious about who you want to kill?"
Nan Dao said with a smile: "Everyone in the world says that Master Congren is looking at the stability of the world, so the person he wants to kill must not be a kind person."
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and chuckled.
"You must not be a kind person, Junior Brother?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said: "If it is the person who deserves to be killed, then there is no harm in killing him."
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped by the stream, looked down at the flowing water, and said softly: "What if it's someone who shouldn't be killed?"
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu for a long time and said, "I can see that senior brother is a good person."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say any more, looking at himself by the stream and smiling.
Of course Zhang Xiaoyu is a good person.
Extremely good guy.
It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoyu has two masters.
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't know what Zhang Xiaoyu was thinking while standing by the stream. He remembered the sword intention seed that he had not found yet, walked over, pulled out his sword, and asked: "What is the sword intention of senior brother?" Cultivated?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was startled by Nan Dao's action of drawing out his sword at first. After hearing the questions that followed, he realized that it was a false alarm. He tilted his head and thought for a long time, and said, "I don't really remember. It's been so many years." It happened before."
"How many years have you been practicing, senior brother?"
"I'm ashamed, I've been practicing for more than ten years."
"But I can't hear any sense of shame in senior brother's tone."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled, patted Nan Dao on the shoulder, and said: "If you can't find the seed of your sword intention, go find someone who makes you unhappy. When you are angry, the sword will The seeds of intention will come to you."
“This is how senior brother’s sword intent comes from?”
Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew his hand from Nan Dao's shoulder and walked towards the Xinghua Trail without looking back.
"Yes."
Nan Dao stood there thoughtfully.
In the afternoon, Nan Dao went to Jingsi Lake as usual, practicing wearing flowers while thinking about how to find the Sword Intent seeds.
Qiu Xi'er didn't disturb him and just read a book beside him.
After practicing for a long time, Nan Dao felt a little depressed and sat by the lake with his sword in his arms.
"what's on your mind?"
Qiu Xi'er walked over with the book in hand and stopped next to Nan Dao.
"I really can't seem to find where my sword intention went."
Nan Dao sat with a sigh, looking at the sunset over a lake, feeling a little depressed.
"There are variables in the great road, and there is also luck in practice." Qiu Xi'er said calmly, "If you really can't find it, you can look for it slowly in the future."
"But sir." Nan Dao raised his head, looked at the woman in the white dress beside him, and said softly, "You will leave the day after tomorrow."
"Yes, but you think of Taoism too simply. Seeing the mountain in three days means that your roots of heaven and earth are indeed very big, and everything will fall into place, just waiting for your mind to understand. But if you want to see the great road, it is just that your roots of heaven and earth are not far from enough."
"What else do you need?"
"When a sergeant hears the truth, he will practice it diligently."
Qiu Xi'er looked at the dusk on the horizon and said softly, "Even if you really easily cross the threshold that many people can't reach, I hope you remember that if you work hard, Mojianya won't have to wait too long. .”
Mojianya won’t have to wait too long?
What does this sentence mean?
Nan Dao didn't understand, but Qiu Xi'er didn't give him a chance to ask. After speaking, he turned around and left Jingsi Lake.
...
Nan Dao wanted to go back to the library, but he remembered that Mr. Mei was back today, so he turned back to the concierge. When he walked there, he happened to see Chen He leading Xiao Li Die out of the alley.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Hmm... candied haws!"
"no problem!"
Nan Dao looked at the backs of the two of them walking out laughing in the alley, and felt inexplicably that Chen He was the richest man in the world.
Because he is very idle.
And very generous.
Glancing into the concierge, Mr. Mei was not there. Nan Dao wondered if Mr. Mei had gone to find Zhang Xiaoyu, and then he saw Zhang Xiaoyu walking out of Tanchun Garden on the right with a scabbard on his back.
"Mr. Mei is looking for you?"
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked.
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded, hesitating a little, as if he wanted to say something. After a long while, he sighed and patted Nan Dao on the shoulder.
"Junior brother, I have been tricked."
"Mr. Mei?"
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer and walked out with a sigh.
Nan Dao was a little confused, and then walked towards Tanchun Garden.
I thought Mr. Mei would be laughing inside, but when Nan Dao saw him, Mr. Mei was standing silently in the plum forest.
The garden is full of plum blossoms like blood.
"Mr. Mei seems not very happy today."
When Nan Dao saw this scene, he felt something was strange, so he walked over and stopped next to Mr. Mei.
Mr. Mei looked back at Nan Dao, showed a very forced smile, said nothing, raised his hand to pick a plum blossom, held it in his hand, and walked towards the edge of the pool.
Nan Dao followed curiously.
There was a jug of wine by the pool. Mr. Mei walked there, sat down cross-legged, lowered his head and turned the plum blossom in his hand.
A pool of moonlight is like snow.
Nan Dao sat aside and looked at the two wine glasses placed there. He poured two glasses, handed one to Mr. Mei, and picked up the other himself.
Mr. Mei took the wine and drank it in small sips. After more than ten sips, the wine in the small glass was only half empty.
Nan Dao was curious about Mr. Mei's strange behavior when he saw Mr. Mei, who had been silent for a long time, turn his head.
Already in tears.
It turned out that what was in the wine glass just now was no longer wine.
"Mr. Mei, what's wrong with you?"
Nan Dao remembered what Mr. Mei said when he left on the afternoon of the seventh day of March - to go back and take care of his wife who was cold due to the heavy snow.
He seemed to understand something, but he was not sure. He just asked Mr. Mei tentatively.
"Why do you think there's no one left in the snow?"
Mr. Mei raised his hand to wipe away his tears and was already sobbing.
Nan Dao sat there in silence, not knowing how to comfort him for a moment, so he said nothing and just kept pouring wine for Mr. Mei.
Then he suddenly remembered something and looked at Mr. Mei blankly.
It was snowing and no one was there.
This March, there was only one snowfall, and it happened on the night of the sixth day of March.
When Nan Dao thought of this, he almost stopped holding the wine glass in his hand.
Was it my problem?
Nan Dao thought in panic, but still asked Mr. Mei with a glimmer of hope.
"Madam, she only..."
Mr. Mei wiped away his tears and said nothing, just nodded sadly.
Nan Dao trembled all over and unconsciously uttered the syllable "ha", and then he felt as if something was falling down in the moonlight and stuck in his heart.
Mr. Mei didn't notice anything unusual about Nan Dao. He drank wine and looked at the lonely plum in his hand, crying.
"Mr. Mei..."
Nan Dao spent a long time and finally recovered. He looked at Mr. Mei in a panic, but after saying the three words "Mr. Mei", he couldn't say anything.
What do you want to say?
Nan Dao felt a voice in his heart asking.
Reveal your honest sins in exchange for painful forgiveness?
Mr. Mei turned his head, and Nan Dao calmed down his emotions. Without saying anything, he poured a glass of wine and handed it over.
So some people drank.
Some people drink sin.
Some people are full of wind and snow, but see the world is empty.
Some people cut themselves off and struggled to survive.
Mr. Mei drank a bottle of wine until midnight.
It seems like the South Island has been hit with snow again.
The two never communicated again.
Mr. Mei could understand the panic of young Nan Dao, and perhaps felt that it was cruel for him to confide such a story to this young man. Before leaving, he patted Nan Dao on the shoulder guiltily and was very grateful that Nan Dao could accompany him to drink this drink. Night drinking.
Nan Dao stood under the Moon Gate, facing Mr. Mei's guilt.
I just feel ashamed.
So he spoke again.
"Mr. Mei."
Mr. Mei had wiped away his tears and looked back at Nan Dao, his expression still sad.
Nan Dao finally failed to tell the truth.
He just asked: "Does Li Die know about your son?"
Mr. Mei shook his head and said, "He doesn't know. I just said that his mother had a quarrel with me and she thought I was useless, so she went back to her parents' house."
As Mr. Mei spoke, he laughed, his eyes still filled with moonlight like snow.
"So I brought him here."
"When he enters Taoism and starts practicing, he will forget many things."
"The most ruthless people in the world are of course those who practice Taoism."
Mr. Mei finished speaking softly, turned around and walked out of Xuanshu Courtyard.
Nan Dao stood there in silence, then turned around and walked along the bamboo forest path towards the Xuanshu Courtyard.
After walking for a long time, I stopped between the small bridges and flowing water, looked at them in silence for a long time, and then raised my hand to wipe the corners of my eyes.
Then it got out of hand.
Those tears grew more and more.
So the boy howled and cried.
In the night of the bamboo forest, there was a figure standing under the shadowy bamboos, looking quietly over there.
He heard the cries.
So he also felt very sad.
Turn around and disappear into the bamboo forest.
