Nan Dao looked at the sword in silence for a long time, feeling that just now he seemed to have felt a slight movement of the seeds of his sword intention, but that feeling only existed for a moment and then disappeared.
Nan Dao did not draw his sword again, but carefully recalled the sword strike just now.
It seems no different from the usual ones.
What were you thinking when you drew that sword?
Nan Dao sat down on the path, his sword across his knees, and thought about it silently.
The mood at that moment seemed to be complicated. There was guilt from yesterday's story about Mr. Mei, and there was also anger from seeing Hua Wuxi and Qiu Xi'er walking out side by side today.
It seems that there are many more inner feelings brought about by the intertwining of these emotions.
what is that?
Nan Dao thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. He looked inside the divine sea, and there was peace inside.
Thousands of grain god fragments are absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, supporting the sword intent and scroll on that peach tree.
The divine sea is gradually filled with the vitality of heaven and earth, as if it is turning into a real sea.
But he couldn't borrow the power of that sea.
He doesn't know Taoism, and he hasn't developed his own sword intent.
As for the sword intention held by Peach Tree, Nan Dao did not dare to act rashly.
So the sea is just the sea.
Unable to get Jian to speak reason.
Nan Dao stood up silently and drew his sword again, but that feeling never appeared again.
The realm of cultivation and the realm of swordsmanship complement each other.
This is what Qiu Xi'er said that day.
Qiuxier is the main realm of Xiaodao Cliff.
Zhang Xiaoyu is in the realm of small paths and sloping bridges.
Then you are in the state of being in a state where nothing matters.
Nan Dao sighed, glanced at the sky, and prepared to have lunch. He walked out to the corridor with his sword in his arms. Qiu Xi'er was still reading a book. Nan Dao didn't speak, standing aside and watching her quietly.
After reading for a long time, Qiu Xi'er kept looking at that page. Nan Dao felt a little strange. He lowered his body and tilted his head to look, only to find that Qiu Xi'er had her eyes closed and was sleeping peacefully.
Nan Dao looked at her blankly.
This was the first time Nan Dao saw Qiu Xi'er not awake.
It was also the first time that I didn't look at this woman through that cold temperament.
Qiu Xi'er's eyebrows are very thin and curved, and she looks gentle and gentle. It is completely different from the impression she usually gives people. Her eyelashes are very long and slightly curled upward. The tip of her nose is very small, and her lips are thin and sleepy. Squeeze it slightly when you eat it.
If you just look at her face, it seems to be completely different from Qiu Xi'er's usual expression. But when Nan Dao's eyes fell on her black hair, it had a different flavor. There was no decoration on her hair, just a simple sword-shaped hair. The wooden hairpin is tied behind the head. For some reason, Nan Dao always felt a little chilly when he looked at the wooden hairpin.
Could that really be a sword?
Nan Dao raised his hand, wanting to touch the wooden hairpin, but he quickly withdrew his hand the next moment.
Qiu Xi'er looked at him quietly, her eyes clear and calm, seemingly emotionless.
Nan Dao took a step back awkwardly.
Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything, she just stood up calmly, put away the book in her hand, and walked out of the corridor.
"Don't just touch the things belonging to the cultivators of the realm."
Qiu Xi'er's voice came calmly from the corridor.
Nan Dao looked at Qiu Xi'er who was gradually walking away and asked, "Why?"
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "Because he will die miserably."
"Especially for sword cultivators like us."
Qiu Xier added.
Not knowing what is normal, acting recklessly, and being evil.
Nan Dao remembered what Tao Hua, the man in white, said that day.
He seems to have committed many deaths.
...
In the Wenhuayuan cafeteria, we still ate a few large bowls of rice. When Nan Dao came out, we saw Zhang Xiaoyu and Li Die sitting under the tree.
Nan Dao walked over, looked at the two of them and asked curiously: "He really learned the sword from you?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, glanced at Li Die who was contemplating, and said, "Of course."
"Then is he considered a student of Xuanxu Academy, or a disciple of your Human Sword Sect?"
"Is there any difference?" Zhang Xiaoyu said lazily, "I'm the one who teaches you anyway."
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's lazy look and said helplessly, "I'm afraid you'll mislead your disciples."
Zhang Xiaoyu snorted softly and said: "What are you doing to mislead others? There are countless people in the world who want to become my disciple, Zhang Xiaoyu, and I don't want to accept them."
"Why accept it? Teach others how to play cards and lose everything?"
Zhang Xiaoyu leaned his head against the tree and said, "It's too small, the layout is too small."
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"If you want to win poker, you must first learn to lose money. Only by learning to lose can you win." Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the apricot blossoms above his head, with a red pistil among the white flowers. “Those who cannot afford to lose often cannot win.”
Nan Dao said sincerely: "I don't quite understand."
"..." Zhang Xiaoyu was speechless, "I forgot that you were so stupid."
The two of them didn't dwell on this anymore.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the sword at Nan Dao's waist and said, "It seems that you still haven't developed the sword intention."
Nan Dao was stunned and said, "Senior brother, can you see this?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "If you could cultivate the sword intention, you would have already carried the sword on your back."
Nan Dao scratched his head and said, "Do you have an explanation?"
"How can a person who cannot control a sword with his sword intention draw the sword behind his back?"
"..."
"And with the sword behind you, with a thought, it turns into a stream of light and goes away. It's not much more handsome than drawing the sword stupidly." Zhang Xiaoyu stood up, patted Nan Dao on the shoulder, and said, "Junior brother, sword cultivator You still have a long way to go in terms of showing off!"
Then he carried the scabbard and left gracefully.
Nan Dao and Li Die were left staring at each other.
"Do you think he is right?" Nan Dao looked at Li Die and asked.
Li Die nodded affirmatively and said, "Master is so right."
Nan Dao left speechlessly.
I didn’t go to Jingsi Lake, I already went there this morning.
Nan Dao originally thought that Qiu Xi'er asked him to learn swordsmanship in the afternoon because he had no time in the morning.
But later I discovered that she had a lot of free time and spent the whole day reading strange books by the lake.
The reason why I said afternoon was probably because I wanted to set a time so that Nan Dao would not disturb her peace all the time.
But the South Island seems to have disturbed it a lot.
Returning to the front yard of Xuanxuyuan, Mr. Mei sat at the door of the yard, staring at the alley in a daze.
Nan Dao looked at it in silence for a while, then turned and returned to the library.
He was a little afraid to face Mr. Mei.
Chen He was reading biographical novels on the first floor, laughing from time to time.
Nan Dao went over to take a look, and found it very boring. It was about a thousand years ago, when the demon clan suddenly spawned on a large scale, and some things happened in the human world.
I took another look at the title of the book, "The Story of Demon Crossing".
Nan Dao did not disturb Chen He, but felt that the passage he had just seen was obviously very heavy, but Chen He just smiled, which made people a little confused.
Nan Dao went to the third floor, but the door leading to Gaoya Town was still not open.
So he sat down at Tingfeng Tower with his sword in his arms.
Sit quietly with your eyes closed.
Nandao could feel the wind blowing around him.
But that's not the wind.
Rather, it is the vitality of heaven and earth that gathers from all around.
Nan Dao felt the trajectory of those vitality running through his body.
It comes from the divine sea and returns to the divine sea.
Just like the circulation of blood in the body.
Then in the continuous cycle, it absorbs the vitality of the outside world and continuously strengthens itself.
Use it infrequently.
But how to use it?
Nan Dao fell into deep thought.
I listened to the classes in the courtyard intermittently, and Qiu Xier was also a teacher who focused on reading.
Teach again and again, always the right path.
Nan Dao finally understood why the Five Thousand Words of the Blue Ox were widely circulated in the world, but to practice cultivation in the world, one still had to seek out various major cultivation places.
The great road comes naturally.
But how to apply it is not.
Even if, as Mr. Mei said, the two thousand years of Dao Dao are like a newborn in the face of the long history of the human world.
But in the end, generations of people found their way out.
For example, sword cultivation.
From the retro-style sword sect of Liuyun Sword Sect, to Mojianya's sword intention leaving the body and traveling thousands of miles, to the Karma Sword of Human Sword Sect.
Always moving forward.
Or maybe it’s more than just practicing Taoism.
The same is true in the human world.
Even teenagers from small towns like Nandao had heard about the battle when Emperor Li Asan of Huai'an attacked Huangliang Kyoto with lightning.
Two hundred thousand people, carrying Ji Kuo's wings, jumped down from the Youhuang Mountains and directly crossed the Yunmeng Daze.
From then on, the Youhuang Mountains were no longer the natural path between Huangliang and Huaian.
Nan Dao thought of the thing called Tianyanji that he saw that day in the School of Mathematics and Physics.
What will the world be like in the future?
Nan Dao thought wildly.
Then he became a little sad.
I don’t know if I can live to see the day when people in the world will fly to the sky on the Tianyan machine as I thought that day.
After thinking for a long time, Nan Dao shook his head and stopped thinking.
Gather a ray of heaven and earth energy at your fingertips.
Nan Dao looked at it and pondered.
How to turn it into Taoism or Sword Intent?
Nan Dao thought of the gust of wind that day in the magnolia forest.
The wind around him was pulled by the wind at his fingertips and turned into a violent whirlwind, sucking in all the magnolia flowers that were wet by the rain.
Is it traction?
Nan Dao pondered for a while, then accelerated the speed of the whirlpool on his fingertips, trying to gather the energy of the world from the outside world.
However it failed.
The vortex was shattered when it was hit by external energy.
Nan Dao felt that he even heard a tiny "pop" sound, like a bubble bursting.
But maybe it’s more like a taunt from the avenue.
Nan Dao did not believe in evil, and once again a vortex gathered at his fingertips.
After trying again and again for a long time, there was no doubt that it failed.
Nan Dao looked at the 101st broken vitality vortex, feeling a little frustrated.
Just as he was about to get up and practice sword practice, he suddenly remembered what Qiu Xi'er had said to him at the beginning.
Affinity and perception, as well.
assimilation!
Nan Dao seemed to understand something.
Looking at the vortex at his fingertips, Nan Dao stopped trying to pull in the energy from the outside world.
Instead, they chose to change the shape of the vortex.
There is wind between heaven and earth.
Blowing bamboo leaves fell to the listening platform.
What kind of trajectory is that?
While Nan Dao was feeling it, he kept changing the vortex on his fingertips.
Then the vortex dispersed.
A breeze appeared at the fingertips of the South Island.
Then, the breeze seemed to have dispersed and became unpredictable again.
Nan Dao opened his eyes and looked at Tingfengtai.
It was windy on the stage, and many bamboo leaves flew in.
Coming at you.
Nan Dao thought for a while, then raised his hand and pointed to the forest, with a thought in his mind.
Said, go.
Then the bamboo leaves all over the building flew away and fell into the bamboo forest.
Nan Dao withdrew his hand and looked at the wisp of wind on his fingertips. His expression seemed calm, but in fact, his heart was already turbulent.
Today, South Island finally sees the wind in the mountains.
This is the ninth day.
The ninth day after entering the Taoism.
Nan Dao looked at the bamboo leaves that fell into the bamboo forest and thought.
Said, come.
The whole forest was filled with wind.
Thousands of bamboo leaves rolled back.
Nan Dao's expression changed and he hurriedly tilted the umbrella in his hand.
Ding ding ding.....
The breeze at Nandao's fingertips dispersed, and I stood by the wind listening platform holding an umbrella. Broken bamboo leaves fell on the ground in front of me.
Looking back behind me, I saw that the wall was covered with leaves.
Chen He opened the door, stretched out his head, and looked at Nan Dao doubtfully.
"What are you doing?"
Nan Dao put down his hand and said calmly: "It's nothing." After that, he looked at the bamboo forest outside the library and said softly: "It's just the wind."
Chen He walked up doubtfully and looked into the bamboo forest from the edge of the stage. There was a strong wind blowing in his face and it was very cold.
Chen He shrank back.
"It's really windy."
Chen He sighed and walked downstairs.
Nan Dao sat down on the listening platform and put the sword on his knees again.
If you can use the wind to control bamboo leaves, can you use the wind to control a sword?
Nan Dao thought for a moment, pulled out his sword and threw it into the air.
Then.
Then it fell.
Nan Dao lay helplessly on the railing and looked down. The sword was stuck in the soil outside the library.
Fortunately, no one was hit.
Nan Dao turned around and went downstairs to pick up the sword.
The scabbard left on the windstand suddenly had a mysterious meaning.
There are many Taoist texts appearing and disappearing on the sheath.
Then the word "Zou Ma" quietly turned into "Rong Ma".
Nan Dao picked up the sword and walked upstairs. He didn't notice the change in the words on the scabbard in his hand. He put the sword back into the scabbard and studied the breeze again.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting on the table by the window on the second floor of the poker hall.
He touched the cards in his hand again and again, sighed, and played them out.
Then the opponent piled up the cards and stretched out his hand towards Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu touched again and again in his arms, but only touched the money that Li Qinghua gave him. After a moment of silence, Zhang Xiaoyu stood up and said, "I lost all my money. I'll give it to you next time."
The man didn't care too much and nodded to indicate that it was okay.
Zhang Xiaoyu got up and walked to the window.
The window was blown open at some point.
The cold wind in the spring evening kept blowing on my face under the setting sun.
The wind did pick up.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought so.
Where did the wind blow?
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the long street outside the building and fell into deep thought.
