Chen He, who had been waiting until late at night in the library, was dozing off.
It was the sound of Nan Dao pushing the door that woke him up.
"How's it going?" Chen He stopped midway through his question.
Nan Dao leaned on his sword and leaned against the door of the library. He had washed himself by the stream in the courtyard before and stood there wet. Chen He ran out from behind the counter and helped Nan Dao in. He was a little at a loss when he saw that Nan Dao's bones had been knocked out of place.
"You didn't defeat him? Why were you hurt so badly?"
Nan Dao put the sword on the counter. Seeing that Chen He was coming to help him take the umbrella, he waved his hand, supported the counter with the umbrella and sat down on the ground beside him. After being silent for a while, he said, "Beitai lied." us."
Chen He frowned, looked at Nan Dao and said, "He's not here?"
Nan Dao nodded.
Chen He looked at Nan Dao's leg, hesitated a little, and said, "Aren't you already practicing?"
Nan Dao smiled bitterly and said: "The person who came is a Taoist from Qingtian Dao. His realm is higher than mine. I can't beat him."
"Why are the people from Qingtian Dao involved?" Chen He was a little puzzled. He looked at Nan Dao's legs, turned around and walked out, "I'll go find the gentleman in the courtyard."
Nan Dao stopped him.
"No need, I'll just rest for a while."
Chen He stood at the door, looked back at Nan Dao, and said, "You really don't need it?"
Nan Dao nodded and said, "I've seen the mountain."
Yes, straight to the point, although the combat effectiveness may not be much stronger, the self-healing ability has still been improved somewhat.
Chen He sat back, looked at Nan Dao and asked, "So what exactly happened?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Let's talk tomorrow. I'm a little tired."
Chen He nodded and said, "Okay then."
Nan Dao looked at Chen He who stood up and walked out the door, and asked, "Do I need to write down today's events as well?"
Chen He thought for a while and said, "Write it. When I come tomorrow, you can tell it to me."
Nan Dao smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't it too stupid?"
"I'll spruce it up for you."
"..."
After Chen He left, Nan Dao stood up, walked slowly to the counter, used his sword as a crutch, and limped upstairs.
Sitting down with his legs stretched out at the Tingfeng Tower, Nan Dao put the sword in his hands on his knees.
The vitality of heaven and earth surged out of his body, and his body was emitting white steam. After a while, the clothes were already dry.
But the legs won't heal for a while. It's a long time before muscles can grow from flesh and bones.
Nan Dao circulated the vitality of heaven and earth, wrapping that joint bit by bit, and began to slowly repair it.
Then he ignored the leg and looked up at the deep night in the world.
So what is the reason for Beitai?
Nan Dao couldn't understand.
Or maybe it's sarcasm?
Just like Taoist Jiang Zhuyu said.
Just country folk.
Nan Dao fell silent, held the sword, stopped thinking about it, and began to cultivate the sword's intention.
...
On the second day, Chen He came in with a wheelchair.
Nan Dao stood there holding the door open, thinking that he was going to live an old age now?
Chen He said with a smile: "Mr. Mei asked me to bring this to you."
"How would Mr. Mei know?"
"I told him that you broke your leg when you went downstairs." Chen He pushed the wheelchair in front of Nan Dao, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else. We only know about this."
Nan Dao was still in a daze when he was pushed into a wheelchair by Chen He.
"Come on, I'll take you for a walk." Chen He looked a little excited.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Are you a little too excited?"
Chen He scratched his head and said, "Maybe a little?"
When Nan Dao saw Chen He like this, he always felt that he would push him into the ditch because he was too excited.
So Nan Dao rejected Chen He's kindness and pushed the cart out by himself.
Chen He watched from behind, regretting that he could not push forward.
Nan Dao pushed his wheelchair around Xiaozhuyuan for a while, then went back again.
After all, students would pass by from time to time.
It seems a bit embarrassing.
When Nan Dao came back, Chen He was a little surprised and said, "Come back so soon?"
"I feel something is wrong."
Chen He looked at Nan Dao's somewhat embarrassed expression and knew something was wrong, so he smiled to himself.
"I think you just want to embarrass me."
Nan Dao sighed and looked at Chen He.
Chen He asked, "Are you comfortable?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "It's true."
Chen He waved his hand and said, "As long as it's comfortable."
Nan Dao leaned back on the chair and tilted his head, thought for a long time, and said, "Then I'll go out and try again."
Chen He said from behind: "Remember to come back later and tell me what happened last night."
Nan Dao responded and rolled the cart out of the door again.
.......
Rolling the small four-wheeled car around in the bamboo forest path, Nan Dao discovered that what Chen He said was indeed correct.
If you can run with just your hands, what else do you need your legs for?
Nan Dao thought mockingly to himself, wandering casually along the bamboo forest path.
Many of the students passing by already knew Nan Dao, and they all looked at Nan Dao in surprise.
"Why are you playing with this thing?"
Nan Dao thinks the word "play" is used very well.
Not degrading.
Smiling and nodding, he said: "Idle time is also idle, it's good to feel comfortable."
The students held their books and watched with envy as Nan Dao rolled away on the trail.
"I'll get one when I have time."
A student muttered.
Everyone turned to look at him.
The man smiled awkwardly and said, "It does look very comfortable."
Everyone nodded.
The young man who failed in the assassination but became lame listened to everyone's words and couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Comfort is of course the best.
It's a pity that it's still spring and it's not very hot. Otherwise, you can bring a fan and walk around to fan the wind. Wouldn't it be beautiful?
As Nan Dao thought, a small bridge appeared in front of him. When he came back last night, Nan Dao washed away the blood here.
Looking at the small bridge, and then looking down at the cars under him, Nan Dao felt worried and sighed.
Sometimes it's not so convenient.
Nan Dao stood up from the car and pushed the wheelchair towards the bridge while holding on to the back of the chair.
In fact, he could use his sword intention or the energy in his body to push the cart over, but Nan Dao always felt that that was not interesting enough.
Nan Dao pushed the car onto the small bridge and sat back in the wheelchair. However, he suddenly remembered that he had just thought of the word 'interesting'.
Only then did he realize that his way of thinking seemed to have been changed by Chen He unknowingly.
Only an idle person like him would think about fun all day long.
Of course this is good, but often times when you are too busy to take care of yourself, it is difficult to remember what is interesting.
Nan Dao was sitting in the four-wheeled vehicle, thinking that even though he said that, it was indeed interesting.
The Human Overhaul was sitting in a four-wheeled vehicle strategizing, and then the enemy gave an order, and countless monks rushed straight to the four-wheeled vehicle.
Nan Dao thought about this scene and found it very funny, so he laughed unconsciously.
Then he smiled, stopped, and looked not far away in silence.
Beitai, the eldest young master of Nanyi City, was sitting on a roadside bamboo chair on the bamboo forest path.
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, pushed the wheelchair off the bridge, and headed over there.
Stopping next to the bamboo chair, Nan Dao looked for a long time at the young master who had agreed to meet Hua Wuxi on an appointment yesterday, but failed to make the appointment.
Beitai looked at Nandao quietly. After a long time, he said, "Is your leg broken?"
Don’t you know Nan Dao’s heart?
I wanted to say thanks to the young master from Peking University.
But after thinking about it, Nan Dao still didn't say that. He just said calmly: "Yes, I was beaten twice."
Beitai was silent for a while, thinking that you had also been beaten twice.
"Yes, it's indeed two sticks."
Beitai said.
They are two people who share the same problem.
But to the South Island, it sounded like - yes, he was indeed asked to hit him twice.
So Nan Dao smiled and said, "Could there be more?"
Beitai thought for a moment, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Maybe there may be more, after all, there are really many people watching."
Nan Dao didn't say anything more, but looked up at the bamboo leaves floating continuously.
Some are withered and yellow, maybe there is something wrong with the rhizomes, or maybe they have been growing for a long time. Some are tender green, as if they have just grown, but they have been blown down by the wind for some reason.
Nan Dao felt that the story between him and the young master from Peking University should be about those green bamboo leaves.
We obviously had a drink and everyone was talking well, so why did we regret it?
Nan Dao thought, maybe he is still too naive?
Beitai looked at Nandao, not knowing what he was looking up at. He thought that he would wait for their legs to heal before they could make a better plan, so he said: "Next time..."
Nan Dao waved his hand, interrupted Beitai's words, and looked down at Beitai.
next time?
If you dare to do this next time, give me a few more blows?
Nan Dao looked at Beitai for a long time and said slowly: "I understand."
Beitai nodded and sighed, wondering why he was blocked in the alley and beaten at that time yesterday.
He was naturally unconvinced. Even if his father Beiyuan said he could understand his fifteen-year-old age, he was still unconvinced. Time moves forward, so what do you know?
Nan Dao said nothing more, turned the four-wheeled vehicle around, and walked back the way it came.
Beitai looked at Nan Dao's figure and felt a little guilty.
After all, Nan Dao was beaten twice and his legs were broken because of himself. After thinking about it, he was about to say sorry.
But the word "hug" was still in his throat, so Nandao's small four-wheeler stopped.
"Does Master Peking University really consider me a friend?"
Beitai was stunned.
Nan Dao said this sentence very emotionlessly and without any fluctuations.
But words without emotion are often the most hurtful.
Beitai wanted to stand up, but halfway through he sat back down because of the pain in his legs. He remained silent for a while, looked at Nan Dao's back and said, "Of course."
Nan Dao said nothing more, and the four-wheeled vehicle headed towards the small bridge. This time Nan Dao used his vitality to push it.
Beitai stood there a little baffled.
Then Nan Dao's last words came over the bridge.
"I do not believe."
Beitai sat there blankly, looking at Nandao.
The figure had disappeared across the creek.
Fuck you.
Beitai wanted to jump up and curse.
But he couldn't jump.
He smashed the bamboo chair under him and sat there a little aggrievedly.
After a long time, Beitai calmed down and sat there quietly.
"If you don't believe it, don't believe it."
Beitai stood up limpingly and walked not far away. He found his small wheelchair behind a bamboo forest and sat on it.
damn it.
Beitai thought so.
