Dafeng calendar one thousand and three years, March 19th.
Heavy rain in the world.
When Nandao woke up in the morning, he was in a daze for a long time.
Today is the third day since Qiu Xi'er left Xuanxuyuan.
I don’t know if it rains in the East China Sea.
Nan Dao sat on the windstand and thought idly, always feeling a little sad.
I don’t know where this sad mood comes from.
Nan Dao thought for a long time, then limped downstairs to get some pen and paper. Today Chen He didn't come. Yesterday, after Nan Dao had finished cultivating his sword intention, he found that Chen He had gone somewhere and was nowhere to be seen until night. When I came back, the little four-wheeler was gone.
Is it really that fun?
Nan Dao thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out, so he took a pen and paper and walked to the listening platform.
I should write something to her.
Nan Dao thought like this, picked up the brush, licked it on his tongue, and then started writing——
gentlemen.
After writing these two words, Nan Dao didn't know what to write.
He wrote that he sharpened his sword all night, wanted to take revenge, and then someone picked up a stick and broke his leg?
No, it's too embarrassing.
Write that you got another sword?
Will sir be jealous?
After all, the Peach Blossom Sword was given by her.
I am still in the mountain realm, but the stream of vitality in the divine sea is much richer, so there seems to be no need to write.
Nan Dao sat there with a pen in hand, a little worried.
What to write about?
Nan Dao wanted to write something nice and literary like those talented scholars.
But he hasn't read many books.
After sitting at the Tingfeng Terrace for a long time, Nan Dao finally wrote a sentence.
Sir, I love you.
After writing it, Nan Dao looked at this sentence with some confusion.
Is the word 'think' written wrong?
Nan Dao scratched his head.
It should be like this, there is nothing wrong with it.
Nan Dao put down his pen, pressed the paper with his Peach Blossom Sword, turned around carefully, lay on the guardrail, and looked at the heavy rain.
The spring rain hit the bamboo leaves in the forest fiercely, and a lot of fine water vapor splashed up. The same was true on the road, which looked hazy.
Nan Dao looked at it for a while, then turned back and sat on the edge of the stage with his legs stretched out. There was some rain on the guardrail. Nan Dao sat inside again, then took the piece of paper over and continued writing——
Sir, if I am not dead, remember to wait for me.
After Nan Dao finished writing this sentence, he read it several times. There should be no typos, but it was a bit ugly, so he dried the paper, folded it and put it in his arms.
I don’t know if there is a postman in Nanyi City who can deliver to Donghai.
Nan Dao thought about it and felt a little worried.
After all, I don’t have much money, and the East China Sea is so far away, so I don’t know how much I’ll charge.
Spring is so beautiful, but it’s a pity that we are short of money!
Nan Dao sighed, suddenly understanding Zhang Xiaoyu's pain.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu is very busy.
Not just busy playing cards.
Yesterday, I was dragged by Chen He to work as a coolie, so I learned my lesson. After finishing the sword lessons, I left Xuanshuyuan directly, found a card shop outside and sat down, lay down by the window and started to sleep.
Unfortunately, after sleeping for a while, he was woken up by the sound of people playing mahjong. Zhang Xiaoyu stood up in a daze, ran over to watch a few rounds, and also played a few rounds. He lost a lot and looked dejected. Left the poker room.
While yawning, Zhang Xiaoyu casually grabbed an umbrella belonging to an unknown card player from the door of the poker hall, and lazily walked into the rain.
Nanyi City is still the same as before. People coming from north to south gather in this ancient city and then leave in a hurry.
Umbrellas come and go.
Like many flowing mushrooms.
The grilled mushrooms are delicious.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood under the eaves, watching people holding umbrellas and walking in the spring rain.
In previous years, many mushrooms would grow in the woods in the garden, and Zhang Xiaoyu would often pick some and bake them.
When Zhang Xiaoyu was thinking this, he seemed to have smelled the aroma of roasted mushrooms with the smell of dead branches and earth in his nose.
After sniffing it, I felt something was wrong. He smelled the smell and followed him.
It's the west of the city.
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped in front of the alley.
This place used to be very prosperous, but later there was a big courtyard here, so people stopped passing here.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked to the alley holding an umbrella and stopped in front of the courtyard. The courtyard door was very dark and looked very eerie and deep. Zhang Xiaoyu was naturally not afraid of such things. He raised his hand and clasped the door knocker. Knocking on the ground.
Soon there were footsteps inside and the door opened.
The person who opened the door, Zhang Xiaoyu, recognized Jian Shijin from the Heavenly Prison Prison. He was in his fifties and had been in enlightenment for many years.
It is said that the reason why he was called Jian Shijin was because he was abandoned when he was born. When his adoptive father picked him up, he was just ten pounds, so he was named Jian Shijin.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Jian Shijin's smiling face and thought to himself that when you picked it up Shijin, you called it Jian Shijin, but what about Lin Erliang?
Of course Jian Shijin didn't know what Zhang Xiaoyu was thinking. He looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a smile and said, "What is Senior Brother Zhang doing here today?"
Those who don't win are called senior brothers.
The one who wins the card is called Zhang Dianpao.
Zhang Xiaoyu glanced into the yard, frowned and asked, "Is Heaven Prison eating roasted mushrooms today?"
Jian Shijin said with a smile: "You smelled it all, but my senior brother guessed a little wrong."
"Mushrooms are not meant to be roasted."
"Yes." Jian Shijin turned around and walked into the courtyard and said, "Someone caught a monster in Yunmengze and had some problems, so he was sent to the Heavenly Prison for torture."
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded thoughtfully.
It turned out to be a mushroom demon.
Speaking of torture, does it really mean roasting?
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and left the courtyard gate while thinking.
Jian Shijin's voice came from inside the courtyard.
"Brother, why don't you come in and take a look?"
"No, no, I have a bad appetite today."
Zhang Xiaoyu walked out of the alley as he spoke.
The door behind him slowly closed.
So it makes sense that this alley is empty of people.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood at the entrance of the alley, quietly looking at the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu is of course very busy.
Not just busy playing cards.
"Master, when will you come back?" Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and walked into the crowd holding an umbrella.
...
When Zhang Xiaoyu left in lamentation, there was also a person at the other end of the alley frowning at the rain.
Such heavy rain makes not only the flowers unhappy.
So do people.
Hua Wuxi looked silently at the heavy rain and the figure leaving in the rain.
He also smelled the aroma of roasted mushrooms.
He understands what those things mean better than anyone else.
After watching for a while, Hua Wuxi turned around and walked into the rain.
After crossing two streets, we stopped in front of a small courtyard.
When he first came to Nanyi City, someone helped him buy this house.
I opened the door and walked in. Someone was watching the rain under the eaves of the courtyard.
There are many thugs in Hua Wuxi, but they are in Huangliang, not Huaian.
So strictly speaking, this person is not Hua Wuxi's thug.
This person is a southern witch.
It is said that the wizards from Jiangluo, Southern Chu, always like to claim that they are the sole inheritor of Yunmengze.
The man was in his forties, wearing a large black witch robe, embroidered with various totem patterns. The sleeves of the robe were loose enough to prevent them from being seen by others when they were performing witchcraft. There are two ties on both sides of the sleeves. If you don't want to use witchcraft but want to use weapons, you can tie up the cuffs.
He came to Nanyi City not long ago.
Along with it, there was a letter from his brother Gongzi Wubei.
Hua Wuxi initially thought that Northern Wu Dao had been annexed by Southern Chu Wu.
It wasn't until she saw this letter that Hua Wuxi realized that Huangliang was about to change.
Nanchu Wu has left the three cities of Nanchu and is heading towards Yunmengze.
What are they going to do?
Hua Wuxi didn't know.
However, Northern Wu Dao and Southern Chu Wu have begun to join forces.
Liu Sanyue asked him that day what happened in Yunmeng Ze, and Hua Wuxi said that a big ghost appeared.
The ghost's name is Nanchu Wu.
All the Nanchu witches in the world appeared in Yunmengze.
It's a really big ghost.
But why such a ghost would appear outside Yunmengze, Hua Wuxi didn't know.
When he came to Huai'an from Huangliang and arrived at Nanyi City, he knew that he was about to become a victim of the North Wizard Road's northward journey.
He is a swaggering striker, the signal sent by Northern Wizardry to the world. If Northern Wizardry fails to cross Yunmeng Daze, then Hua Wuxi will naturally not end well.
Because he offended too many people.
For example, Mo Jian Ya, such as the Human Sword Sect.
But he did get some useful information.
For example, Mojianya's confidence does not seem to be as strong as it was in the past thousand years.
The more they preach, the softer they become.
Why?
People in the world have actually begun to speculate.
But no one wants to say it.
So Hua Wuxi became the mouth that told the world secrets.
So Qiu Xier chose to invite swordsmen from all over the world.
But the more you want to prove something, the more it becomes true.
Hua Wuxi thought calmly and looked at the person under the eaves.
The man was very quiet, standing there like a sculpture or a dead person.
Nanchu witches generally practice ghost arts and walk repeatedly in the River Styx. Perhaps they can indeed be called dead.
Hua Wuxi walked into the courtyard, put away her umbrella and stood under the eaves, looking at the man, his name was Shan Lai, and said slowly: "Both Jian Zong and Tian Yu have begun to pay attention, so you really don't want to go back? "
Wu Shanlai from Nanchu looked at the rain quietly and said in a calm voice: "There is no such thing as proof of crime based on mere speculation."
"What if they actually follow through?"
Shan Lai turned to look at Hua Wuxi and said calmly: "It seems that your brother did not say much in the letter he sent you."
Hua Wuxi smiled softly and said: "Of course he won't tell me too much. The fact that he was able to send me to Nanyi City has already explained a lot of things."
"Do you want to know?" Shan Lai looked at the rain under the eaves and said slowly.
Hua Wuxi shook his head and looked down at the wet footprints under the eaves as he walked through the yard.
"It's better that I don't want to know. I'm too close to Heavenly Prison. If I really know, I might actually tell them."
"I thought you would hate Northern Witchcraft."
"Hate?" Hua Wuxi said lightly. "I don't hate them. What I hate is only one person."
"This is why I am still willing to come here even though I know the outcome of this trip." Hua Wuxi looked at the rain calmly, "I am here for my people."
Shan Lai looked at Hua Wuxi quietly, who looked calm.
When he first came that day, he thought Hua Wuxi was just like what the world saw.
But in fact, this young man has a maturity and tolerance that belies his age.
"You can go north." Shan Lai said slowly, "I won't stop you, even though this is the purpose of Hua Wubei asking me to come."
"Why?" Hua Wuxi looked at Shanlai.
"Although we have always looked down on your Northern Wizardry, I think you are more suitable to be this Taoist master than Hua Wubei."
Shan said it very sincerely.
Hua Wuxi just smiled and said: "Although my brother wants me to be a fool, I am a very cautious person, so when I killed Nan Dao, I had a second layer of arrangements, but unfortunately I missed one. Xiaoyu. So I would rather stay in Nanyi City to see what you said and what the guess is after it is confirmed."
Hua Wuxi turned around and walked in.
"Instead of being coaxed out with a few words and then exposed in the wilderness."
