Chen He came up with a jar of wine, sat down on the listening platform, found two cups, poured a glass of wine into each person, and sat there watching the night.
"You practice quite hard. Do you really want to kill that beggar Hua Wuxi?"
Nan Dao put the peach aside, picked up the glass of wine, thought for a moment and said, "I used to live in a small town, holding an umbrella all day long, and no one wanted to play with me."
"What happened next?" Chen He looked back at Nan Dao and asked.
"Then I came to Nanyi City. A few days ago, on the fourth day of March, for the first time, I went to the Human Sword Sect and met the leader of Congren Sect. He had a conversation with me." Nan Dao He sighed and said, "It's probably cause and effect."
Nan Dao drank all the wine in the glass and said softly: "If you are infected with karma, you must repay karma."
"So since he wants to kill you, you must kill him." Chen He said.
"I don't know if this is right," Nan Dao said, looking at the night, "but it makes me feel uncomfortable."
Chen He looked at Nan Dao quietly and said, "You seem to have changed a bit. This is not what you said. It is a question of whether you are a good person or a bad person."
Nan Dao tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe it's a little bit, because my husband went back to the cliff, so I'm a little depressed."
Chen He looked back at the night and said, "Yes, people do have some changes when they are in a bad mood."
Nan Dao drank in silence, and felt that it was not just Qiu Xi'er's problem returning to the cliff.
The death of Mr. Mei's wife and the danger he encountered in that alley.
There was also the man from He Zong who had attacked him twice.
Some things are clear, and some are still a mystery.
Nandao sometimes even feels that these twelve days are sometimes as long as several years.
Sometimes he doesn't care about things because he is going to die in the end.
Sometimes I feel regretful, like Qiu Xier.
That was what motivated him to try and climb up.
Nan Dao sighed as he thought about it, looked at the world, and said softly: "People have to change. I am only fifteen years old. I don't know what I will become like in the future."
Chen He chuckled softly and said, "It doesn't matter what you become. What matters is whether it is what you want to become."
"Like you?"
"like me."
Nan Dao and Chen He looked at each other for a long time and laughed.
"I really envy you." Nan Dao smiled and said in a low tone, minding his own business.
Chen He stood up with the wine glass, walked to Nan Dao and leaned against the railing, and said, "Actually, I'm very curious about what happened to you to make you look like you are hesitant and in a dilemma now."
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "This is a very complicated matter."
"Say briefly?"
"I have a friend who was about to die when he was young, but someone exchanged his life with that of a peach tree. Later, the peach tree died, but he wanted to repay the peach tree's cause and effect. For example, he would sometimes develop inexplicable diseases. Peach blossom, when the peach blossom blooms all over his body, he will die."
"Is the friend you are talking about yourself?" Chen He looked back at him.
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "How about you?"
Chen He laughed, patted Nan Dao on the shoulder and said, "I really didn't know you were living such a miserable life before."
Nan Dao shook his head and said: "It's not tragic, but sometimes I feel very panicked."
"I thought I would feel panicked at any time."
Nan Dao said with a smile: "After all, living in panic is a painful thing. I don't let myself think about this problem many times."
"Cherish what you have at the moment."
"Yes, do it and cherish it."
After Nan Dao finished speaking, he saw Chen He raising his wine glass, a little confused.
Chen He said helplessly: "Shouldn't we raise a toast and drink together at this time, and then look at each other and smile?"
Nan Dao looked at Chen He blankly, then raised his wine glass.
"boom."
The two cups collided together, making a slight sound.
"Drink together and encourage each other." Chen He said.
Nan Dao nodded, drank the wine in one gulp, but looked at Chen He curiously, and asked, "What do you need to encourage us to share?"
Chen He held the empty wine glass and opened his arms to embrace the night world.
"I wish that I will always be happy and at ease in this bright world."
Nan Dao looked at Chen He's back.
I just felt light shining around him.
I don’t know if it’s from the human world or from him.
...
The joys and sorrows of the world are not the same.
So is fate.
...
Chen He left the remaining half of the jar of wine to Nan Dao, and smiled and patted Nan Dao on the shoulder before leaving.
"I wish you the same."
After Chen He left, Nan Dao sat on the wind terrace with half a jar of wine in his arms.
Tears streaming down my face.
...
Most people are ups and downs and struggling.
Is not it?
Zhang Xiaoyu thought as he stood by the Nanyi River holding the scabbard.
Liu Sanyue, the Minister of War from Huaidu, stood beside him.
"You are not as happy as you were back then, Zhang Xiaoyu." Liu Sanyue looked at this young friend who was a mountain and river watcher back then and sighed.
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "You are twenty-five this year, and I am also twenty-five this year. Whether in the human world or in the spiritual world, when we live to this age, it is difficult for us to do things that make us happy."
"What about playing cards?"
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said: "How can a person who always loses be happy?"
"Then why don't you try to win one?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at the empty scabbard in his hand and said softly: "It's not time yet."
Liu Sanyue wanted to say something more, but Zhang Xiaoyu waved his hand and said, "Let's get down to business."
Liu Sanyue looked at Zhang Xiaoyu for a long time, nodded and said, "I want to know the whereabouts of Master Congren."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned back to look at Liu Sanyue, who looked at ease, as if he really just wanted to know where he had gone.
"I don't know either." Zhang Xiaoyu turned back, shook his head and said, "The old man is either sleeping or sleeping all day long. Who knows what he is thinking and doing? Why do you ask?"
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while and said, "Nanyi City may need him to come back and take charge."
"Can't you and I?"
"Not even Li Shi."
"Then you ask your Majesty Kamigawa to come down."
Liu Sanyue remained silent for a while and said, "His Majesty is also missing."
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly looked back at Liu Sanyue, whose eyes were sincere and did not look like he was lying.
The two sat in silence by the Nanyi River for a long time.
After a long time, Liu Sanyue sighed and said, "I want to go to Yun Mengze to have a look."
"So the wind blows from Yunmengze?" Zhang Xiaoyuliu saw the gust of wind blowing from the window of the card hall on the day he appeared in Nanyi City in March. He always thought the wind came from the north.
Liu Sanyue nodded and said, "It should be."
The two of them looked at each other by the river, turned into Daofeng, and appeared by the large swamp outside Nanyi City.
Guze taro grows lushly on the edge of the lake, and the large blue-gray sea of taro sways in the wind.
This piece of Yunmeng Daze, known as the eight-hundred-mile-long swamp, is located between Huangliang and Huaian.
Even if the world has been unified for thousands of years.
People on both sides of Daze still follow very different lifestyles.
The wind is an ordinary wind, blowing against my face with the moist breath of Daze.
However, the two people in Zebian both came from the three major temples of Taoism, so they could naturally clearly detect the uneasy aura coming from the wind.
"What clues are there in the Heavenly Prison?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Liu Sanyue and asked.
Liu Sanyue shook his head and said: "It's scattered and completely useless. The biggest suspicion is that Young Master Wubei suddenly entered the realm of spirit wizards. We can't blame them. Over the past thousand years, their main responsibilities have not been Not here, but on the twelfth floor.”
When Zhang Xiaoyu heard the name Twelfth Floor, he snorted and turned towards Nanyi City.
"Your Majesty, you underestimate the land of Huangliang."
"After all, it was His Majesty's homeland. It's understandable that he chooses to be more tolerant."
"Homeland?" Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly, very sarcastically.
"His hometown is just the Yellow Mountains." Zhang Xiaoyu walked on the beach under the moonlight.
Liu Sanyue stood by the river in silence.
"Besides, I think there's something wrong with him. Just take care of yourself, Liu Sanyue."
Zhang Xiaoyu's figure disappeared beside Daze.
Liu Sanyue looked back at Daze.
Of course Your Majesty has a problem.
But those problems are not important compared to the human world.
...
When Zhang Xiaoyu returned to Jianzong, Hu Lu was still sitting at the gate of Jianzong holding his sword.
It's been sitting there for a few days.
One of Cong Ren and his sword must be in Nanyi City so that the world can feel at ease.
The door behind him was open, and the mahjong players were still playing mahjong.
When Zhang Xiaoyu walked over, he sighed and patted the young Hu Lu on the shoulder.
"Hu Luwa, you have to practice hard!"
Hu Lu raised his head, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong, senior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said: "In case our master dies outside, you need to come and see this Nanyi City."
Hu Lu was speechless for a while.
"Master is back. I want to tell Master what you said."
Zhang Xiaoyu banged Hulu's head and said, "Hey, I'm so scared that I dare to file a complaint."
Hu Lu raised her hand and touched her head. She lost at cards a few days ago and was shaved by her senior fellow apprentices. It felt quite comfortable now.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought the same way and touched it over and over again.
Hu Lu became impatient with the touch and shook his hand away before giving up.
Zhang Xiaoyu laughed and walked into the Jianzong Garden.
The moonlight was bright, Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards a pond.
Cong Xin was still sitting on the swing under the wooden house, and the peach blossoms in her hands were about to wither and turn brown. Hearing the footsteps, he stood up excitedly, took a glance, and found that it was Zhang Xiaoyu, so he sat back with a sigh.
"Why is it you Zhang Xiaoyu again?"
Zhang Xiaoyu leaned against the swing and helped her swing the swing in a flattering manner.
"Xiao Congxin, although I don't have much money to buy sugar and oil cakes for you, you can't treat me differently."
Cong Xin just snorted and turned his head away.
"No borrowing money, please pay me back first."
Zhang Xiaoyu said hurriedly: "It's not a loan."
"Not borrowing money?" Cong turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu doubtfully.
"I just wanted to ask where Master went."
"Why are you asking this?" Cong Xin glared at Zhang Xiaoyu.
"A little trouble." Zhang Xiaoyu said, remembering the gust of wind blowing beside Yunmengze, and changed his words. "Could be big trouble."
Cong Xin tilted her head and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu for a long time, making sure that he really wasn't trying to beat around the bush to defraud her of her money, so it became easier to talk.
"I'm not very sure. Anyway, if there is really any big trouble, this old man will definitely take care of it." Cong Xin looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Don't you both use the Karma Sword? I wouldn't have thought of that?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said, "What if Master counts, but he accidentally dies outside?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoyu was stepped on by Cong Xingxin.
Zhang Xiaoyu watched Cong Xin step on him and climbed up to the tree house, shook his head and walked out of the pond.
Looking up at the moonlight, Zhang Xiaoyu thought sadly.
I am really worried about this world!
