The spring rain in March comes naturally.
It's like the friendship between teenagers.
Maybe it will change.
After Nan Dao came back, he felt a little depressed. He left his wheelchair outside the library and went upstairs. There were not many people in the library. Chen He was lying on the counter writing something and seemed to have forgotten to ask Nan Dao about his story.
Not long after we sat at the Wind Listening Terrace, it started to rain again.
Nan Dao sat on the edge of the stage with his legs stretched out. Although the posture was unsightly, it was comfortable. The main reason was that his legs were broken and he couldn't cross his legs.
So he crossed his legs like this and looked at the rain arrogantly.
The spring rain after noon was beating in the bamboo forest, and there were trivial sounds all over the building. On the path where many leaves had fallen, students were running hurriedly with books in their arms.
Nan Dao looked at the rain and was also waiting for someone.
He actually didn't believe that Beitai would be such a person.
So he used the logic of a fifteen-year-old to deal with it.
He was waiting for Mr. Bei, who might be aggrieved, to come to him and explain things to him.
But this is not a love story.
Therefore, the aggrieved Mr. Bei had already pushed his four-wheeler and left the hospital to drink with resentment.
Nan Dao waited for a long time, then closed his eyes and began to absorb vitality and cultivate sword intent.
He has been around for a long time.
Compared with the speed of reaching the mountain in three days, these nearly ten days were long enough.
There are more and more streams in the Divine Sea, and they gradually converge into a main stream, but they have not yet become a river.
Like a leaf with many veins.
Still new.
Not yet mature.
Knowing water is more than seeing a clear stream.
But it will definitely start with seeing the creek.
While Nan Dao was thinking about entering the water realm, the second realm of the Tao, he felt a little troubled.
Mr. Ming Mingqiu said that my roots in heaven and earth are huge.
Why is it that a person with such a big foundation of heaven and earth is beaten to the point where he can't even fight every day?
Nan Dao felt that he must be too tired in practice.
So I no longer thought about those miscellaneous things, and sat quietly at the Tingfeng Tower to practice seriously.
...
Chen He lay down behind the counter and finished the story of Nandao——
The young man sat on the alley wall with a sword on his back and an umbrella, looking at the horizon.
The setting sun is like blood, and the world is like flowing water.
He waited for a long time and finally heard footsteps from the other end of the alley.
So the young man jumped down from the wall.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time..."
The boy didn't finish his words.
Because the other person in the alley is not Hua Wuxi.
But a Taoist of Qingtian Dao.
The Taoist smiled slightly and looked at Nan Dao: "It seems that I came at the wrong time."
"No, you came at just the right time." The young man pulled out his sword, "I sharpened my sword by the lake for a long time, and I also sat on the stage and listened to the rain for a long time."
"Then what?" the Taoist asked.
The young man looked at the smiling Taoist and said calmly: "But I haven't tried my sword yet to see if it can cut off the rain. But when it comes to rain, it's better to ask people."
The young man stood in the twilight of the setting sun with his sword in his hand, and said in a calm voice: "For the sword that kills people, naturally it is best to ask someone."
The Taoist stretched out a hand from his sleeve, held the hand in front of him, and chanted the Taoist text.
The young man then knew that the Taoist agreed to his question of sword.
Sword, illuminated by dusk (crossed out).
The sword is black, like the color of a peach blossom burned in the fire.
The umbrella is black, like a canopy emerging from the night filled with hatred.
The sword thrust out from under the umbrella.
The young man holding the sword broke the stone slab with his foot, and stabbed the Taoist with the sword in the rising dust and smoke.
What a fast sword.
The Taoist squinted at the sword.
He had never seen such a fast sword in the world.
But the Taoist laughed out loud, because in this world, speed is not enough.
The Taoist stretched out two fingers and easily caught the sword.
There was an incredible light in the young man's eyes.
How could this sword be caught so easily?
He tried to draw his sword out, but was clamped tightly by the Taoist.
The Taoist raised his hand, Dao Wen gathered in his palm, and slapped the young man away with one palm.
"Mr. Bei asked me to bring you a message."
The Taoist smiled and said, "What level do you think you are worthy of negotiating a deal with me?"
The young man sat in the corner holding his sword and said to himself: "Thirty years in Hedong..."
...
Chen He read it several times and felt very satisfied, so he took the paper and went to find Nan Dao. When he opened the door of the listening platform, he saw Nan Dao sitting there with his legs stretched out and practicing, surrounded by sword intent, and on the ground beside him. It was already covered with bamboo leaves cut off by the sword.
Chen He was very satisfied with Nan Dao's appearance.
I must have guessed correctly.
Thirty years of youth lived east of the river and west of the river.
pretty close.
So I took the paper and ran back downstairs, sitting boredly at the counter for a while, but I caught a glimpse of the wheelchair outside the door.
After struggling for a while, Chen He ran over, sat down in the wheelchair, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Comfortable.
So damn comfortable.
Chen He lay lazily on it, watching the rain leisurely, and fell asleep unknowingly.
...
Nandao seemed to smell the fragrance of some flowers and plants, and there were some sounds in my ears, like the wind blowing on the mountains, the subtle chirping of insects, and the quiet calls of birds, which seemed to come from far away.
He clearly didn't open his eyes, but a picture seemed to appear in Nan Dao's mind.
The small town, the sea of flowers, the clouds and the mist on the vast lake, all look like they are slowly dispersing in the early morning.
When Nan Dao opened his eyes, he indeed appeared in this place called Tianshang Town.
Cao Weiying, a young man in Qingshang, was sitting on the edge of a cliff beside a large lake, holding a wine gourd, drinking wine leisurely.
"You don't seem to be having a good life outside." Cao Weiying was obviously sitting with his back to Nan Dao, but when Nan Dao opened his eyes, he spoke at the right time.
The South Island is not surprising. There are too many mysteries in this town, this boy, and the heaven and earth that come from nowhere.
Returning to what Cao Weiying said, Nan Dao thought about it and said, "I think it's okay."
Cao Weiying smiled, looked at the lake at her feet, and said, "Then why did someone break your legs?"
Nan Dao looked down at his leg that was stuck in the flowers and said, "Because I can't beat him."
Cao Weiying nodded, feeling that it made sense.
So the two didn't speak for a long time, one was drinking wine, and the other was concentrating on his sword intention.
There was a rustling sound in the distance, and a little girl came out carrying a basket of mulberries. She glanced at Nan Dao who was sitting in the sea of flowers, hesitated, and then ran to Cao Weiying.
"Brother Ying, these are the mulberries I just picked today. They are so sweet and delicious."
The little girl squatted next to Cao Weiying and whispered.
Cao Weiying put down the wine gourd and took one out of the basket. It was dark and obviously ripe. She pinched the stem and took a bite. Black and red juice dripped from the corners of her lips.
So Cao Weiying was very satisfied and took out a large bag of money from his arms, grabbed a handful and handed it to the little girl, took the basket and started eating one by one.
The little girl held the money and skipped back to the town.
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying.
"She was the one selling strawberries that day?"
Cao Weiying nodded, pushed the basket in her hand towards the sea of flowers, and said, "Would you like something to eat?"
Nan Dao shook his head and asked, "Where do all the things in this town come from?"
While eating mulberries, Cao Weiying said, "I don't know, maybe I guess there will be one?"
"If you want it, it will happen, so what's the point?"
Cao Weiying smiled and said: "So we don't think about it deliberately most of the time, but learn slowly. When she grows up, she may learn to plant trees, and then there will be many fruit trees outside the town. Many things are like this, such as making wine, farming, and doing business, so it will become more and more like the human world."
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine, bought in the town and home-brewed rice wine in the wine shop.
"But sometimes it's quite distressing. For example, they can't fight."
Nan Dao was a little strange and asked: "Why are you worried if you can't fight?"
“If you don’t fight, you will be very noisy, because the final solution for people in the town to get angry is to either curse or hide and sulk. They can’t imagine that I can beat them up if I’m unhappy. This is not good, either too noisy or too quiet." Cao Weiying sighed, "I have tried to teach them to fight before, but after teaching them, I found that I can't fight either."
"Then you still say you want to teach me how to sword?" Nan Dao asked, looking at Cao Weiying.
"Learning swords is learning swordsmanship, and fighting is fighting." Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "For example, if you suddenly trample my mulberries and call me a dog, then I will definitely pounce on you. , grabbed you by the collar, grabbed your hair, hammered your brow bone, pushed you to the ground and beat you until your nose was bruised and your face was swollen, then he spat and walked happily on the road home."
Nan Dao said thoughtfully: "So fighting just pours out troubles, but using a sword will kill people."
"Can you fight?" Cao Weiying looked at Nan Dao and asked.
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "I'm not very good at it either."
"That's really a pity." Cao Weiying said.
Nan Dao looked down at the sword in his lap and said, "How do you use your sword?"
Cao Weiying thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, I don't have a sword."
"How can you say you know how to use a sword without a sword?"
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine and said, "Because when I'm drunk, I'll have random thoughts. Sometimes in my dreams, I'll dream that I'm holding a sword."
"What are you doing there with a sword?"
Cao Weiying tilted her head and thought for a long time, then said uncertainly: "Where can I drink?"
Nandao: "..."
"I really know how to sword." Cao Weiying looked back at Nan Dao sincerely.
Nan Dao lowered his head and caressed the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand.
Cao Weiying seemed to sigh.
Nan Dao was about to raise his head to comfort Cao Weiying, saying that it didn't matter if he didn't know the sword, and there was no need to brag.
He raised his head and froze there.
Heaven and earth.
The big lake under the cliff.
When the grass turns into fireflies, that sigh falls to the world.
Thousands of sword lights flew out from the misty lake and green mountains, and circulated outside the entire cliff town.
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine and said softly: "I really know how to sword."
Nan Dao said in a daze: "I believe it."
