Dafeng calendar one thousand and three years, March 15th.
Nan Dao had been in a daze since he woke up early in the morning. He tried to practice spiritual practice, but he couldn't calm down. So he went out and sat on the wind listening platform. There was a rustling sound below. Nan Dao lay on the railing and looked down. But Mr. Mei was sweeping the floor.
Nan Dao looked at it in silence for a while, then retracted and sat on the edge of the stage, putting the sword on his knees.
It's a pity that his sword intention has not been cultivated yet.
Maybe I'm really not that smart?
Nan Dao looked at the empty Divine Sea and fell into deep thought.
After sitting for a while, Nan Dao stood up with a sad face, held an umbrella and walked downstairs.
Chen He hasn't come yet. He probably came back too late from a river cruise with Yun Huzhi last night.
Nan Dao opened the door on the first floor. He wanted to stay here for a while, but he remembered what Mr. Mei said that Xuanxuyuan always appreciated people who stole books and read, so he walked out directly.
Mr. Mei had finished sweeping and left. Nan Dao looked around for a while before carefully walking out of the bamboo forest path. When passing by the small bamboo garden, Nan Dao ran in and took a look. The courtyard door was open and the room was open. The door was also open, and Yunhu was in front of the window, reading quietly.
Nan Dao turned around and walked out without disturbing him.
The courtyard seemed a lot quieter today. When Nan Dao passed by Wenhua Academy, he saw the gentlemen sitting outside the classroom, chatting leisurely.
There are still some people in Qingniu Yard, but they are scattered around sitting on the pulpit, practicing cross-legged.
Zhang Xiaoyu moved a deck chair by the stream and slept soundly.
Nan Dao walked over and shook him awake.
Zhang Xiaoyu woke up in a daze, looked at Nan Dao trying to open his eyes, and said, "Junior brother, what are you doing?"
"..." Looking at Zhang Xiaoyu's appearance, Nan Dao knew that he was playing cards all night again last night. "Senior brother, you should play less cards. You see, all your students have finished."
"Junior brother, please don't slander me. I was doing business last night." Zhang Xiaoyu yawned and washed his face with two handfuls of water from the stream.
"What was senior brother doing last night?" Nan Dao asked curiously.
"Playing cards." Zhang Xiaoyu said confidently.
"Then you still say that I slandered you?" Nan Dao laughed angrily.
Zhang Xiaoyu squatted by the stream, holding water and rinsing his mouth, and said vaguely: "It's a holiday in the courtyard today. I didn't teach you to leave."
"So that's it." Nan Dao said, glanced at the top of the stream, was stunned for a moment, and pushed Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu ignored it and continued to rinse his mouth.
Nan Dao continued to push Zhang Xiaoyu, "Senior brother, please wait a moment."
Zhang Xiaoyu finally raised his head and looked at Nan Dao with a confused look on his face.
Nan Dao pointed upstream of the stream.
Li Die took off his pants, holding a small thing and peeing there.
"damn it!"
Zhang Xiaoyu jumped up, vomiting, and ran over there.
Li Die ran away.
Nan Dao laughed and left the pulpit, stepping on the apricot flowers and walking towards Jingsi Lake.
Qiu Xi'er was not in Jingsi Lake today, and Nan Dao didn't know where she had gone. She just placed a book in the corridor, half opened.
Nan Dao practiced his sword by the lake, and continued to stir up the breeze between heaven and earth, gathering together and blowing the fallen flowers in the forest into the lake.
Looking at the fallen flowers on the lake, Nan Dao felt inexplicably happy.
The beginning of spiritual practice is always out of curiosity and fun.
Nan Dao thought about the old man in the legend who rode a green ox out of Han Valley.
How did he see the first touch of the vitality of heaven and earth?
While Nan Dao was thinking about it, he tried to divert the lake water.
It's a pity that nothing happened in the lake.
Nan Dao sighed, stood up, and returned to the path to wait for the magnolia flowers to fall.
Until the afternoon, Nandao did not see Qiu Xi'er.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and walked into the corridor. The book has always been there, untouched.
Could it be that something happened to sir?
Nan Dao thought so.
But I think of Qiu Xi'er's state.
The main realm of Xiaodao Cliff.
I feel like I’m overthinking it.
I sat on the corridor chair, picked up the book and read it. I thought it was written by Yun Huwei again, but after taking a look, I was stunned.
"Nine Realms of the Trail" by Li Queyi.
Nan Dao naturally knew the name Li Queyi.
The Taoist sage Li Queyi was the last master of Hangu Temple before he disappeared from the human world.
But Nan Dao only knew that he left behind a book called "The Collection of Supplementary Records of the Human World", and I heard that it was missing one of the books.
Nan Dao opened the book, only to find that there was nothing inside, just like a blank piece of paper. However, Nan Dao clearly remembered that when he walked over just now, he clearly saw a lot of writing in the book.
After thinking about it, Nan Dao closed the book again and turned to the first page.
Still blank.
Nan Dao was still wondering when he saw another person walking from the corridor.
Yunhu doesn’t know.
"Why are you here, sir?" Nan Dao looked at Yun Hu and asked.
Yun Huzi smiled and said, "Mr. Qiu left a book here. Let me pick it up."
Nan Dao looked at the book in his hand, thinking it must be this one, and handed the book to Yun Hu Zhizhi, and asked curiously: "Why is there nothing written in this book when I look at it?"
Yun Huzhidao took the book and opened a page, which was filled with dense writing.
Nan Dao was stunned.
Yun Hu closed the book without knowing it and said, "Because you haven't read this yet."
"Sir, are you here?"
Yunhu nodded and said, "I'm here."
"Sir, haven't you ever practiced Taoism?"
Yun Hu smiled and shook his head, turned around and walked out of the corridor, saying: "I just haven't practiced, it doesn't mean I haven't practiced Taoism."
However, Nan Dao remembered what Qiu Xi'er said that day - first, repair the body, and second, repair the mind.
But I understood why even Cong Ren came to the sermon that day even though Yun Hu did not know how to practice.
Seeing that Yun Huzi was about to go far away, Nan Dao hurriedly chased after Yun Huzi, followed behind Yun Huzi and asked: "Does Mr. Yunhu know where Mr. Qiu is?"
Yun Huzi held the book and looked back at Nan Dao. He hesitated and said, "Mr. Qiu said that if you haven't cultivated sword intention before tonight, there is no need to go to her."
Nan Dao was stunned.
"Sir, what do you mean?"
Yun Huzi said softly: "I don't know either."
As he spoke, he became a little curious, looked at Nan Dao and asked, "When you first sat down on the Taoist path, did you ever see the mountain?"
"Seeing the truth."
Nan Dao answered truthfully.
"Huh." Yun Huzhi was surprised. "When will we see the mountain?"
"Three days to see the mountain."
Yunhu fell silent, looked at Nandao for a long time, and said slowly: "How do you see the mountain?"
Nan Dao stood in the corridor, scratching his head in embarrassment. After thinking about it, he decided to tell Yun Hushi what happened that day.
Yunhu fell into a long silence.
"Could it be that what I saw was not a mountain?" Nan Dao felt a little uneasy when he saw Yun Hu's appearance.
Yun Huzhi shook his head with a wry smile and said, "That's not true, it's just..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that you are too bold."
"...."
The two of them were walking in the corridor, and Nan Dao thought about the sword intention again.
"I read the introduction to kendo written by sir, but I seem to have some problems."
"Can't the sword intention be cultivated?"
"Perhaps it's even more bizarre. Mr. Riqiu taught me to plant the idea of sword intention in the divine sea that day. But then I couldn't find where the seed was." Nan Dao said with a wry smile, "I even looked for the seed. If not, how can I cultivate my sword intention?"
Yunhu thought for a while and said, "Do you still remember what I said to you before?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "When I open the door, I see a mountain?"
"Yes." Yun Huzi said softly, "Someone opened the door for you, but at the same time, traces of his avenue were also left in your divine sea."
"so?"
"So, your thoughts have been blocked." Yun Huzhi said slowly.
"Can it be solved, sir?"
Yun Hu said sincerely: "Yes, but I don't know."
Nan Dao fell silent.
"Are you going to develop sword intent today?"
"Mr. Qiu said that if I can cultivate it today, he will teach me a sword."
"Just want to learn that sword?"
Nan Dao looked at Yun Hu in confusion, always feeling that he was hinting at something. Nan Dao looked at the dusk falling in the corridor and said softly, "I don't want to disappoint sir."
Yunhu smiled and said nothing.
"What are you laughing at, sir?" Nan Dao looked at Yun Hu and asked.
"I remember happy things."
"...."
The two walked to the entrance of Xuansheyuan and looked at the alley outside the door. Yun Hu thought for a moment and said, "Actually, if you think about it, since Mr. Qiu said this, he must still be in Nanyi City. It's still early. , you can think about where she will be."
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and hesitated, saying, "Is this really okay? What if Mr. gets angry?"
Yun Huzhi walked towards the courtyard with the book and said softly: "What if she gets even more angry if you don't go?"
Nan Dao suddenly realized it, looked at Yun Hu Wenzhi and said: "Best regards, sir!"
Unexpectedly, Yunhu walked into the bamboo forest, then stopped, looked at the young man walking out in the dusk holding an umbrella, and turned to look south.
"Master Qing, I really tried my best."
Yunhu didn't know if the minister in Huangliang could hear it, but he felt that he was worthy of his cultivation for being able to do such a thing.
Not to mention taking a bunch of blame for him.
Yunhu sighed and looked back to the alley. Nan Dao's figure had disappeared at the entrance of the alley.
I just hope I don't mess things up.
Yunhu didn't know what he was thinking, and walked slowly back along the path.
Yunhu was confused, and Nan Dao was equally confused.
While walking slowly in the alley, I thought about what to do if Qiu Xi'er was really angry.
Then he squatted down at the entrance of the alley.
Looking at the dusk in the world, people are coming and going on the long street in the distance.
Nanyi City was very lively in the past, but today, it is more like being lit up by the dusk.
Nan Dao squatted there, grinding the moss under his feet, and kept sighing.
When Yun Hu did not know what to say just now, he also felt that it made sense.
But after walking in the alley for a while, I felt extremely uncomfortable.
After squatting for a while, Nan Dao gave up those entanglements, stood up, and walked into the hustle and bustle in the dying twilight.
When I walked to the river, I couldn't help but think about it.
Where will sir go?
Nan Dao couldn't figure it out, so he thought about taking a boat to look for it, but he was afraid that the He Zong man was squatting in the water.
So I searched aimlessly along the long street.
The twilight of the world seemed to disappear in an instant.
Nan Dao thought as he looked at the suddenly darkened world.
Then I realized something was wrong.
He held the umbrella tightly.
Looking at this remote alley that I walked into at some point.
Nan Dao cursed himself in his mind.
You're such a fucking idiot.
