It rained on March 17th in the calendar year 103 of the Gale Calendar.
There seem to be many undercurrents surging in the world.
But this has nothing to do with the South Island.
After Mr. Mei came back, Nan Dao no longer asked Nan Dao to do the cleaning work in the courtyard.
So after Nandao got up early in the morning, he practiced at Tingfengtai.
The vitality of heaven and earth in the Divine Sea has become much richer than the day when he first entered the Tao. On the vast land of Divine Sea, streams have gradually appeared, which is the vitality of heaven and earth that is constantly liquefying.
The conversation with the students from Qingniu Academy yesterday made Nan Dao truly realize how big his roots are.
Others are still feeling Qi.
He has directly skipped the three false realms, and has even seen the mountain and is on the road to the knowing water realm.
Nan Dao is currently immersed in his own divine sea. The two sword intentions cultivated were soaked in the stream. The sword lying across his knees faintly exuded a weak sword energy, which seemed to be in harmony with the sword intention.
Ever since the Blue Bull Five Thousand Words entered his body, the sword intention that shattered his own God of the Valley had calmed down. It seemed to be dormant, but Nandao still didn't understand what it wanted to do.
But his own Ceres is still the same, it just turned into countless tiny whirlpools.
Nan Dao looked at the countless cyclones suspended above his head like floating islands, wondering if this was a blessing in disguise?
After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and washed the sword intention in the vitality stream.
Practicing spiritual practice is of course a very boring thing.
Nan Dao thought so.
Repeating things that have been done over and over again.
Then they will live, grow old, get sick and die like ordinary people.
Live forever.
Nan Dao faced Yun Hu and didn't know that crazy idea.
Will future practice really lead to immortality?
Nan Dao doesn’t know.
He is a man of the present and does not know what will happen in the future.
...
The spring rain stopped all morning, and the fresh and moist earthy smell from the bamboo forest blew into the building after the rain.
Nan Dao opened his eyes, glanced at the blue-black Peach Blossom Sword in his lap, and then carried it behind his back.
Nan Dao still made slow progress on the sword Qiu Xi'er asked him to practice.
There is not much difference between wearing one flower and wearing two.
But wearing ten flowers and wearing twenty flowers is a huge leap.
Not just ten times.
Because there will not be such a high density of fallen flowers in the magnolia forest of Jingsi Lake.
Nan Dao's sword can't really be that fast.
The reason may be that Nan Dao is not that familiar with his body.
His path of spiritual practice went very smoothly.
It was as if someone had paved the way for him.
Walk all the way up and you can easily reach the end.
But this is not good.
Nan Dao stood on the listening platform, thinking about the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple he met in the alley that day.
In fact, after thinking about it carefully later, Nan Dao discovered that that person's realm may not be much higher than his own.
However, they were both in the Dao realm. If Nan Dao's sword intention hadn't been forced out at that time, causing him to be distracted for a moment, Nan Dao might not have been able to kill him.
The slower you go and the longer you stay, the more familiar you may be with your own path.
But this is something that does not belong to the current spiritual world.
People live for hundreds of years, and so does the spiritual world.
In the same amount of time, whoever can go higher and further will naturally be more powerful.
For example, Sword Master Tsing Yi.
It is said that the sword master has never drawn a sword towards the world in his life.
But he is just invincible.
Others enter the Tao in one year, and he directly enters the Tao in one year, and then becomes invincible in the world.
Your cultivation is faster than others, and you can hit someone to death with your fist.
Nan Dao thought, why don't he wait until he has gone far enough and come back directly to smash Hua Wuxi to death with his fist?
The idea was quickly abandoned.
Not to mention whether he can live that long.
This alone is not enough to relieve anger.
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
But I am a teenager.
He should resolve this matter directly just like how he liked Qiu Xi'er at the beginning.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and thought for a long time at Tingfeng Tower, and then walked downstairs.
Yes, that's how it should be.
Chen He is still reading biographical novels downstairs.
He seems to be very relaxed every day besides sleeping and reading.
Chen He raised his eyes and glanced at Nandao. He thought he was going to the Wenhuayuan cafeteria to eat, so he said casually: "Bring me a piece to eat too."
Nan Dao looked at him, thought for a while and said, "Do you want the head or the limbs?"
Chen He was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Nan Dao was going to do. He looked at him and said, "So fast?"
After all, the decision was made only yesterday. Chen He thought that Nan Dao would have to brew more emotions.
Nan Dao sighed and said, "It's okay to be unhappy. If I die earlier than him, I will have to slap myself twice while floating in the River Styx."
Chen He didn't say anything. He looked at Nandao for a while and said, "When you come back, remember to tell me how you killed him so that I can write it down for you."
Nan Dao nodded and walked out.
Chen He picked up the biographical novel and read it again.
...
Nan Dao stood at the gate of Xuansheyuan, walked to the wall, broke off a piece of ivy, stood at the door, and stuck it inside. Then I thought about it and felt it was inappropriate, so I took it off again, folded it into two pieces, and inserted one into one side.
Looking back at the gate of Xuansheyuan, Nan Dao walked out of the alley.
Not long after Nan Dao left the alley, a figure came over. He looked at the green vines in the two bamboo incense tubes, raised his hand to take them out, wiped off the ashes on them, and held them in his mouth. He walked leisurely outside.
It's Beitai.
"It seems you are really in a hurry."
Beitai said to himself and also left the alley.
After it rained in the alley, the moss that had been trampled to death grew again.
.......
Nan Dao was walking on the long street of Nanyi City. He had been in Nanyi City for more than ten days. Nan Dao had never visited this thousands-year-old ancient city in the daytime like this.
After walking on the street for a while, Nan Dao remembered the things he had discussed with Chen He before.
Looking at the wine shop on the side, hesitating a little, thinking, do you really want to do this?
Is it too pretentious?
After standing there hesitating for a while, Nan Dao walked in anyway.
It's not that Chen He's proposal is too tempting, but it's really still early and it's the same thing to go after drinking some wine.
Nan Dao convinced himself, walked into the wine shop, went to the second floor, sat by the window, ordered a bottle of wine, slapped his sword on the table, looked out of the window and drank the wine as if he was not to be approached by strangers. .
After sitting for a while, Nan Dao discovered that there was a huge flaw in Chen He's idea.
In front of Hengjian, drinking by the window, pretending to be sophisticated, he is indeed very handsome.
But not suitable for South Island.
Nan Dao looked up at the black umbrella in his hand, thinking that if this umbrella were replaced with a bamboo hat, it would be a killer.
A young swordsman wearing a bamboo hat went into a restaurant after the rain, ordered a bottle of wine, drank until the afternoon and then went to kill people. It was very graphic.
But what if it was a young swordsman holding a black umbrella and sitting there drinking.
It seemed very strange.
Nan Dao felt that he should go to the river, bring a bottle of wine, stand in the rain with an umbrella, and watch the water of the long river while drinking.
But now that the rain has stopped, it feels awkward no matter what I think.
When Nan Dao left the wine shop in a hurry with an umbrella and a jug of wine, he suddenly remembered Zhang Xiaoyu's words.
You still have a lot to learn about the way practitioners show off.
Indeed.
The South Island feels this way.
It's a pity that I don't know where Zhang Xiaoyu is now, otherwise I could ask for advice.
...
"Young people act recklessly without considering the consequences." Someone stopped Beitai in an alley in the south of the city. "But you are different. There are too many eyes on you."
Beitai looked at the person in front of him with a sneer. "You have been patient for a thousand years and it will work?"
"Living is the most useful thing. If I don't tolerate it, I won't be without you today."
The man said calmly, turning around with his shoulders raised and lowered, and it seemed that his legs and feet were not in good condition.
"Remember, there are people in Huaidu who are always watching us. Even the people from Qingtian Dao have to give that person face, so why not give us more?"
Beitai looked at his father, the current lord of Nanyi City. People generally blamed him for being lame.
"Nan Dao is very curious as to why I chew off a piece of the bowl when I drink hot soup. He also asked me what kind of family background would raise a young master like me."
Beitai raised his head and looked at him quietly.
"Because I feel unhappy, that's all."
"If you feel unsatisfied, then be patient. Huaidu City is so powerful, why bother to show off your power for a while? You know it yourself, it's just the Northern Wizard Road. Whether you can enter Nanyi City or not, it won't cause any trouble..."
"But I'm not happy, nor happy." Beitai interrupted him. "If Nandao is not happy, he has to wear flowers. If I am not happy, I have to help him wear flowers."
Beiyuan, the lord of Nanyi City, looked at his son calmly.
"You really want to go?"
"I really want to go."
Beiyuan was silent for a while and limped out of the alleyway.
Beitai walked over.
Then he heard his father say from behind: "Break his legs."
Someone came up hesitantly from behind. Beitai didn't stop and kept walking forward.
Then he heard the man behind him say softly: "I'm sorry, Master."
Beitai didn't look back, nor did he stop.
So a stick hit him in the calf.
Beitai stumbled, holding on to the wall without falling, and walked out despite the pain.
Then the second stick came over.
Beitai felt a sharp pain in his leg, and then he fell forward uncontrollably.
"I can understand your fifteen years old." Beiyuan said calmly behind him. "My legs were also broken when I was fifteen."
People from the Bei family tend to break a leg at the age of fifteen.
Beitai gritted his teeth, scratched the stone slabs of the alley with his hands, and moved forward.
Nothing was said.
"Grief and anger can be a kind of strength." Beiyuan turned and walked towards the other end of the alley.
"But stupidity is not."
Beitai lay lying in the alley, raising his hands to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes due to pain, and then stood up little by little while holding on to the wall.
Enduring the pain, he walked out of the alley.
This short journey to Beitai took a long time.
There seems to be a faint yellow color on the horizon.
Beitai looked out of the alley and fell silent before he could laugh.
Bai He stood there quietly, with his hands folded in front of his belly.
She seems to have always been so quiet.
It also looks gentle and gentle.
So when she said those words, she was also gentle.
"Come back with me."
Behind the gentleness is strength that cannot be denied.
Beitai let go of his hand and leaned against the wall. There were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but he had calmed down.
"whatever."
Beitai said this.
So Mr. Bei missed his appointment today.
Of course, everything cannot be done just by thinking about it.
