This seems to be the end of Mr. Mei's story.
A brief, out-of-view story.
Nan Dao remembered a lot of things from this.
There are far more joys and sorrows in life than what can be seen.
when they converge.
It became the human world.
...
The four girls formed another table of mahjong.
Nan Dao held an umbrella, opened the door and looked there quietly for a long time.
Then he walked past them quietly.
Then the mahjong sound became quieter.
Nan Dao sat on the wind terrace on the third floor and looked at the entire Xuanshu Courtyard for a long time. The trees were lush, the night was low, and the cold night wind kept coming through the lights in the distance.
Then he saw Mr. Mei sitting by the river outside the long street. After sitting for a long time, he lowered his head and left.
Chen He came back from the commotion with the little boy Li Die, holding two candied haws in his hand. The two of them were eating and playing around.
There was a knock on the door behind me.
Nan Dao turned around and saw the girl standing by the door this morning, knocking on the door, then nodded to Nan Dao sheepishly and walked into the listening terrace.
"My name is Hang Yue, a third-year student in the School of Mathematics and Physics." The girl walked to Nan Dao's side and said with some apology, "I have disturbed you for the past two days."
Nan Dao waved his hand, turned back to look at the night and said, "It's okay." He then looked behind the girl, who seemed to be the only one, "Aren't you going to fight tonight?"
The girl Hang Yue stood at the edge of the stage, stretched, and said: "I won't fight anymore. I fought for two nights in a row. I can't stand it anymore. We are not practitioners like Zhang Xiao...well, Mr. Xiaoyu."
Nan Dao was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Hang Yue continue: "We will fight again in two days."
"..."
Nan Dao was speechless for a while, looked at Hang Yue and said, "Is the coursework in your School of Mathematics and Physics so heavy?"
Hang Yue put her hands on the guardrail and held her chin up to think for a while.
"Actually, not really. The main reason is that I often sneak out to play in mahjong class, so I usually have too few credits. I lost two rounds in the quiz some time ago and there is not much left. I have to work overtime and play cards to win in a few days. return."
When the girl talked about winning, she made the same chest-slapping gesture as Zhang Xiaoyu.
So Nan Dao knew that she probably wouldn't win back.
"I won some money in the past two days. I went to Suji in the city to buy some things for you to eat. Oh, and brother Chen He." Hang Yue said, thinking of something, ran downstairs and got it A small bag came up and was handed to Nan Dao, "Remember to give him some when the time comes. After all, he was so noisy that day that he couldn't sleep, hahaha."
Hang Yue probably thought of Chen He who was dozing off that day and laughed.
"..."
"I'm going back first." Hang Yue walked to the door and looked back at Nandao, "By the way, what's your name?"
"South Island."
Hang Yue was surprised and said, "So you are the rejected student?"
Nan Dao smiled bitterly and said, "If there is no second Nan Dao, it should be me."
Hang Yue held the door and said apologetically: "Sorry, I didn't mean to irritate you."
Nan Dao said relaxedly: "It's okay. Anyway, I'm in Xuanshuyuan now. If I have nothing to do, I can just go around and listen to lectures and practice Taoism. It's quite good."
Hang Yue became a little envious, sighed, and said, "It's really good, and you can attend classes, and you don't have to worry about credits. Well, otherwise I'll drop out and just sit in."
Then he looked at Nan Dao who looked helpless, smiled and said, "I'm just kidding, I'm leaving."
"OK."
Watching the girl disappear up the stairs, Nan Dao turned his head back and looked at the night world.
Thinking about Mr. Mei and the snow.
Nan Dao didn't stand up until the whole courtyard was silent.
Stopped in front of the room door.
open the door.
There was nothing, just an ordinary room, with many biographical novels placed randomly by Chen He on the bed and chairs.
Nan Dao didn't sleep well tonight.
Maybe it's because of some guilt and pain.
...
When Nan Dao got up on the second day, it was already bright. Chen He sat outside on the wind terrace, drinking tea and eating the bag of food in small bites.
"You're awake." Hearing the footsteps behind him, Chen He turned back to look at Nan Dao and swallowed the snack in his mouth, "Mr. Mei said that you just need to practice in peace, and he will take care of the things in the courtyard. "
Nan Dao nodded. Mr. Xie should have told Mr. Mei about his affairs yesterday.
After standing at the Tingfeng Terrace for a while, Nan Dao remembered that today is March 14th.
Qiu Xi'er will leave tomorrow.
Nan Dao thought with some melancholy, went back to his room, picked up his sword, and went out.
Chen He asked from behind: "Where are you going?"
"Let's learn the sword."
"What's so good about swords?"
Chen He was eating and mumbling from behind.
When Nan Dao walked out of the library, he saw that the fallen leaves and other things on the paths had been swept away. It must have been done by Mr. Mei. When walking towards Qingniu Courtyard, I saw Mr. Mei dragging a broom in the distance, looking up at the apricot blossoms under the tree.
Nan Dao stood there for a long time.
Mr. Mei seemed to have noticed something. He turned around, saw Nan Dao, smiled, then turned around and walked lonely outside Qingniu Yard.
Mr. Mei left for a long time before Nan Dao turned around and walked slowly along the apricot blossom path.
In the Qingxi Ping with Apricot Blossoms on the side, gentlemen are talking about the way of spiritual practice.
Then Nan Dao saw Zhang Xiaoyu and little Li Die sitting under the tree in a decent manner.
Perhaps it was because Li Die was also there.
What Zhang Xiaoyu talked about today was very basic kendo knowledge.
The retro style sword sect of Liuyun Sword Sect.
No swordsman can get around this thing.
That is the most essential thing about a sword wielder.
"Using a sword is like chopping firewood. You have to look where the firewood is and listen to the sound of chopping into the wood. You should also be prepared at any time if the ax bounces back and hurts you."
"If you can't see it, then you have to listen and feel the flow of energy around you to judge the position of your opponent."
Zhang Xiaoyu spoke very seriously today, and Nan Dao held his sword and listened for a long time.
There are many things that Qiu Xier has never been taught.
Perhaps it's just like what Qiu Xi'er said - the swords in Mojian Cliff all fly towards the sky.
So the things she teaches are very high-level, very unique and unique.
But Zhang Xiaoyu is different. He is the sword of the Nanyi City Human Sword Sect.
So it's very vulgar and vulgar.
But what Nandao couldn't understand was the Jian Zong who was so mixed up in the human world.
Why is there such a mysterious way of swordsmanship as the Karma Sword?
Nan Dao feels very magical.
It's like the old man who sells sugar and oil cakes at the back door of the Sword Sect in the human world suddenly opened his stall one day, took out a sword from the oil pan, and looked at the human world and said, please enlighten me.
Nan Dao couldn't figure it out, so he went to Jingsi Lake.
Qiu Xi'er was not here, and Nan Dao was practicing his sword against the fallen flowers.
Today I can wear twelve flowers.
Nan Dao thought of the first time he wore flowers, it seemed like a few days ago.
Then I remembered that it was only the ninth day since I arrived at Xuanxuyuan.
So looking at the flowers in my hand, I couldn't help but feel a little proud.
"A smart guy like me."
Before Nan Dao finished speaking, he saw Qiu Xi'er walking over from the corridor, and there was another person beside her.
Flowers are joyless.
So Nan Dao felt that he could no longer hold the sword in his hand.
Hua Wuxi's expression was very calm. Under those calm eyes, he seemed to be a little proud. He glanced at Nan Dao who was practicing his sword by the lake, frowned, but didn't say anything, just looked at the person beside him. Qiu Xi'er said slowly: "I hope sir can think about it carefully."
Qiu Xi'er looked at the lake and said calmly: "I understand."
Hua Wuxi walked past Nan Dao in a swaggering manner.
Nan Dao watched Hua Wuxi leave, feeling that something had happened.
Qiu Xi'er was still standing by the lake. Nan Dao walked over and looked at her nervously for a long time. He found that there was nothing abnormal. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why is he here?"
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "Nothing."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, stood under the umbrella with his sword in hand, and said softly: "I hope sir can tell me."
Qiu Xi'er turned to look at Nandao, looked at it for a long time, and then turned away.
"What if I tell you?"
Nan Dao said seriously: "If sir is wronged, I will naturally vent my anger for him."
Qiu Xi'er laughed dumbly.
"How many days have you been seeing mountains?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Four days."
"On the fourth day after entering the Taoist realm, you want to vent your anger on people in the small Taoist realm?"
"My husband also said that my principles will be the greatest principles in the world in the future." Nan Dao looked at Qiu Xi'er's profile and said word by word, "Principles must start from a young age."
Qiu Xi'er looked at the lake calmly, wondering what she was thinking about. After a long time, she said in a cold voice: "If you are thinking about these things, why not practice your sword for a while."
Nan Dao looked down at the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand.
"But I learned swordsmanship for my husband."
Qiu Xi'er looked at the young man in front of him who was silent for a while, and said softly: "Even if you want to help me reason, it will take a long time."
As he spoke, he sneered, looked at the direction Hua Wuxi was leaving, and said lightly: "The Wuguishen Sect has been in decline for thousands of years, let alone the sudden rise of the Northern Wushu Dao."
Standing under the umbrella, Nan Dao could clearly feel the pride and disdain in the words of the woman in front of him.
Qiu Xi'er turned around and walked down the corridor, sat down on the corridor chair, glanced at Pinghu, and opened the book in her hand.
"Perhaps the world has almost forgotten why Mojianya is the leader of swordsmanship in the world."
Qiu Xi'er's voice was very calm.
It was cold when I fell into the lake.
Standing by the lake, Nan Dao felt that the world was full of sword energy. He turned back to look at the woman sitting quietly in the corridor and said slowly: "Sir, nothing happens."
Qiu Xi'er said nothing more, as if she was immersed in the world of the book.
Nan Dao looked aside for a long time, and then walked back to the magnolia forest path.
The sword was placed flat in front of his eyes. The sword was still ugly, but it had already pierced many flowers.
Nan Dao closed his eyes and listened to the gentle sound of wind in the forest.
Then he suddenly opened his eyes, stepped forward, and stabbed out with a sword.
There was only one flower pierced through the blade.
But if you look carefully, you will find a hint of light yellow on the petal wounds of the white magnolia.
If the color is darker.
It's scorched black.
This sword.
soon.
So the temperature of the sword body is very high.
Nan Dao threw away the flower and looked at the sword in his hand silently.
It's almost burning.
I don’t know what it is.
