Riverside restaurant.
Hua Wuxi sat by the window holding a wine glass, watching the young man holding a black umbrella walking aimlessly, and then disappeared into the street, took a sip, looked at Beitai who was walking up the stairs, and chuckled softly. Said: "Young Master Bei is actually willing to come?"
Beitai took a pot from the wine flask held by the waiter at the side, and before the waiter had time to react, he threw a piece of silver into it, sucked the spout, wandered over, and sat down opposite Hua Wuxi.
"You also said that I like to deal with some trash. It's rare that you take the initiative to invite me, so naturally I have to give you some face."
Hua Wuxi didn't feel angry when he heard the sarcastic sarcasm in Beitai's words. He smiled slightly and said, "I originally thought it was just Mr. Bei who liked this, but then I thought about it, and I actually like this too."
Beitai leaned against the window with a wine bottle, raised his legs on the table, turned his back to the dusk and evening breeze, looked at Hua Wuxi, and said lightly: "You don't like this. You like to climb up, not look down. .”
"Yes, so I have been in Nanyi City for three years, and it is getting better and better, but you, Mr. Bei, are always the same."
Beitai scoffed.
"Do you think the people in Heavenly Prison really think highly of you, Northern Wizardry?"
"It doesn't matter whether you look down on it or not." Hua Wuxi said calmly, "As long as there is a step, you must step on it."
Beitai looked at Hua Wuxi for a long time and found it very boring. He tilted the jug and poured wine into his mouth, then turned to look out the window.
"So what does this have to do with you inviting me to drink today?"
Hua Wuxi poured a glass of wine, stood up by the window, and said, "It's nothing, I just want to see what Mr. Bei is doing recently."
Beitai turned the wine bottle in his hand and said calmly: "I'm usually lazy. I just feel bored. It doesn't mean I'm stupid."
Hua Wuxi turned back to look at Beitai, only to see the latter looking at him rather mockingly, "If you really think you are getting better and better, then why did you treat me like the same old person before finding someone to kill Nan Dao today?" Someone please come over and watch?"
"You already knew?"
Beitai looked up at the wine flag flying outside the window and said, "I saw a little bit when I came here just now."
"I thought you were going to interfere."
Hua Wuxi took a sip of wine and looked out the window. The young man holding the black umbrella had disappeared.
"I'm not that boring." Beitai said calmly, "It was just because I was in the pavilion that day, and you said you were going to throw him out. This is very disrespectful to me."
Hua Wuxi was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "It is indeed very serious not to give Mr. Bei face in Nanyi City."
"Then how are you going to apologize?"
"I'll think about it carefully. If I can't think of anything, maybe I'll ask my brother to come over and apologize."
Beitai sneered and said: "Young Master Wubei is indeed a figure in Huangliang, but if you want to carry him to Nanyi City to suppress people, you still think too well."
Hua Wuxi turned to look at Beitai and said calmly: "The world is going to change."
"As the world changes, Nanyi City will not change either."
"What if the three swords in the world become two swords?"
Beitai suddenly raised his head and looked at Hua Wuxi, who calmly looked at the dusk in the world.
"You don't have to look at me like this. Northern Witch Dao can't do such a thing, but we know a little bit of the secrets."
After the initial shock, Beitai slowly recovered and looked to the north of Nanyi City, where there was a garden called the Human Sword Sect.
"Do you know how long that person lay on that bridge and looked at Nanyi City?"
"A thousand years."
"Yes." Beitai said softly, "The Great Dao has only been around for two thousand years, but he has seen the history of the Great Dao on earth for a thousand years."
Beitai stood up, drank the wine bottle in his hand, threw it on the table, stood up and walked downstairs.
"It's hard for people like this to die."
Hua Wuxi watched Beitai's figure disappear on the stairs, looked back at the world, and said with a soft smile: "But I never said that it would be Cong Ren who died."
The long street in the world was noisy, and this sentence quickly fell into the afterglow, and no one heard it.
Hua Wuxi sat quietly by the window drinking wine until night slowly fell and lights illuminated the world.
There were footsteps on the stairs. Hua Wuxi looked back and saw a young man in white walking up carrying a limp person. He looked at him with a smile and said, "People who talk big often like to pretend. .”
...
Nan Dao looked at the person standing there in the alley, and suddenly remembered something from his childhood.
His father told him that there were snakes in the woods outside the town.
So every time Nan Dao passes there, he will be careful to avoid the lush grass.
Later, after walking a lot, I became more reckless and insisted on wandering through the grass.
Then he was bitten by a snake.
I'm so stupid, really.
Nan Dao sighed.
I simply know that there are people in the river.
But I didn't expect it to be in the alley.
The man was carrying a long sword on his back. The sword was very long, five feet in length, and it looked very intimidating.
A five-foot sword cannot be pulled out by ordinary swordsmen.
So that person must be a sword cultivator.
If Nan Dao remembers correctly, Hua Wuxi should be from Huangliang Bei Wu Dao, but why is his thug a sword cultivator?
Nan Dao had doubts, but apparently the man in the alley did not.
The vitality of heaven and earth gathered there, and then the man raised his hand and pointed it in front of his chest, with a faint sword intent spreading from his fingertips.
Then with a loud sound, the long sword was unsheathed and slashed towards Nandao.
Nan Dao raised his hand and drew his sword. He just looked at the sword coming through the dusk. He hesitated and tilted the black umbrella in his hand down to cover his front.
A sword slash landed on the umbrella in Nan Dao's hand, making a crisp sound. Nan Dao's left hand was shocked and numb, and he took two steps back.
The long sword failed to strike, and it spun around in the alley and accelerated instantly, disappearing from Nan Dao's sight. Nan Dao realized something was wrong, turned around with an umbrella, and sure enough, the sword appeared behind Nan Dao.
Fortunately, Nan Dao reacted in time and blocked the sword again, although the tiger's mouth in his hand had been cracked by the force coming from the umbrella. But the pain made Nan Dao calm down. He held the ugly peach blossom in his hand and looked back at the person at the other end of the alley.
The man pointed in front of him, closed his eyes tightly, recited the sword technique softly, and walked slowly towards Nandao.
The long sword was driven to constantly look for opportunities, and there was a sound of gold and iron in the alley.
Nan Dao huddled under the umbrella while stimulating the vitality of heaven and earth in the divine sea. A wind came in the alley, and the leaves all over the alley were blown into the wind, and then turned into sharp blades and shot at the man.
The man still came forward slowly, but he ignored the fallen leaves that carried the vitality of heaven and earth, and allowed them to cut wounds on his body.
Nan Dao was a little frightened when he saw that man looking like this.
Keep retreating towards the rear.
However, while the man was driving the flying sword, he came forward, walking faster and faster, and the distance between the two people was getting closer and closer.
Nan Dao looked anxiously at the entangled long sword around him, but suddenly let go of the sword in his hand, holding the umbrella rib with both hands, and when the long sword thrust out the thirteenth strike, he swiped it hard.
There was a loud sound in the alley, and then silence fell.
Fallen leaves cover the ground.
The sword was knocked back by the black umbrella and stuck diagonally on the alley wall.
Nan Dao breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression changed the next moment.
I saw that the man suddenly accelerated, his hands left his chest, the sword skills dispersed, and he stepped on the bluestone under his feet. In an instant, he appeared next to the long sword. He raised his hand and pressed it on the hilt of the sword. He held it, and with a sound The sword roared, and the sword was held in his hand.
The moment he held the sword, his whole aura changed.
The man opened his eyes and looked at Nan Dao calmly.
It's like looking at a dead person.
Nan Dao thought of the man's weak sword intention and the killing sword power, and seemed to understand where this man came from.
Liuyun Sword Sect!
The only sword sect in the world with the retro-style sword sect as its core.
Nan Dao looked at the sword in the man's hand and cursed in his heart.
You fucking call this a thug?
However, before he had time to think about anything, the sword in the man's hand was already approaching instantly. Nan Dao hurriedly raised his umbrella to face the sword.
Umbrellas and swords intersect.
Instantly a burst of fire burst out.
Dusk seemed to have had its last light cut off by that sword.
Night has fallen on earth.
Nan Dao fell backwards heavily, his hands were numb, but he still held the umbrella in his hands tightly.
The man's second sword fell next, giving Nan Dao no chance to breathe.
Nan Dao tried to lift the umbrella, but the black umbrella of unknown material, which was usually extremely light, was extremely heavy at this time. Nan Dao had to roll away in a hurry, rolling to the place where he put down the sword before.
A sword chopped down the bluestone slab, and countless rubbles instantly shot out.
The man looked calm, and stepping into the night, the third sword came in an instant.
Nan Dao hurriedly grasped the sword, and the vitality of heaven and earth surged in the divine sea, all wrapped up in the sword.
The two swords intersected, and Nan Dao was knocked backwards by the force of the sword again. He hit the alley wall and coughed violently, with the corners of his mouth turning bright red.
Looking up, the man said nothing, his figure flashed, and he stabbed out the fourth sword.
Nan Dao stared at the sword, raised his hand, and gathered the vitality of heaven and earth again.
A strong wind suddenly rose in the divine sea, and the flowers and leaves of the peach tree were constantly flying in the wind.
Something was blown out along with a fallen leaf.
Nan Dao felt that the sword in his hand suddenly came to life.
Looking down, a weak sword intention flew out from the divine sea and landed on the sword body.
So you are here!
Nan Dao didn't have time to marvel, the man's sword had already arrived in front of him.
The intention comes from the momentum.
Nan Dao raised his sword to greet him.
There was a loud sound in the alley.
When the sword came close to his eyebrows, Nan Dao finally blocked the sword.
The sword intention flows on the sword body, like flowing light.
The man seemed stunned for a moment. Nan Dao caught this moment and hit the man's sword with the black umbrella in his hand, sending the sword flying.
Suddenly a sword thrust out.
The fastest sword in the world.
In the past, Nandao always used it to wear flowers.
This is the first time it has been used to wear people.
The sword passed through the man's throat.
The sword was a very dull sword, not even sharpened.
But when something is fast enough.
It can pierce everything.
Nan Dao pulled out his sword and stepped aside. The man's body fell down and hit the alley wall. He knelt beside the wall and lay on the wall with his head tilted.
The body twitched.
Blood spurted out from his throat.
Soon it was all over the place.
Nan Dao kept coughing, glanced at the body of the man beside him, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips.
After sitting for a while, he stood up in the night, took off a belt from the man's clothes, returned the sword to the scabbard, and tied the sword behind his back as Zhang Xiaoyu said.
Then he walked out of the alley. Behind the alley was a section of river. The upper reaches of the river were illuminated by lanterns, and cruise ships were crowded there. Countless people were watching there, as if they were celebrating something.
And here it is silent.
Nan Dao walked back to the alley, dragged the man's body over, pushed it into the river, and sank with a splash.
Nan Dao looked at the river for a long time and then jumped in too.
It wasn't until the blood on his body was washed away by the river that he slowly climbed up.
No one from the He Sect showed up tonight.
