Nan Dao and Chen He had just sat down in the library when they saw a woman in a plain skirt standing outside the door in the dusk.
White lotus.
Of course Nan Dao recognized her.
That day when I was drinking with Beitai and the riverside wine shop, she was the one who came to take Beitai away.
Chen He didn't recognize her, so he looked at Nan Dao.
Nan Dao looked at Bai He, thinking about the relationship between her and Beitai. After being silent for a long time, he said, "Hello."
Bai He stood outside the door, looked at the two of them, and said softly: "Can I come in?"
Chen He looked around and felt that she didn't mean any harm, so he nodded and said, "It's okay, you come in, I'll go outside to bask in the sun."
Bai He said thank you to Chen He who walked out, then walked into the library and flipped through some books at the bookshelf.
Nan Dao sat at the counter, wondering what her purpose was.
Bai He turned over the book in his hand and said softly: "Beitai hasn't been back for several days."
When Nan Dao heard the name, he was silent for a while and said, "Then what?"
"What Jiang Juyu said and did that night has nothing to do with Beitai." Bai He said slowly, "You must have misunderstood something."
Nan Dao looked down at his legs.
"So my leg is also misunderstood?"
"Beitai's leg was also broken."
Bai He said softly.
Nan Dao was stunned.
"Why?"
"He should have told you."
Nan Dao remembered what Beitai said when they were drinking at a riverside restaurant that night.
His dad would break his legs.
So it’s not just about going to that indescribable place?
Nan Dao remained silent for a long time.
"I know that you are all teenagers, fifteen or sixteen years old, always full of resentment and resentment, and unwilling to forgive easily." Bai He turned around, looked at Nan Dao and bent down slightly, and said sincerely, "So I am Come to apologize."
Nan Dao turned his head, no longer looking at Bai He, but looking at the deep dusk outside.
"I thought you wouldn't care about a country boy like me."
Bai He looked at Nan Dao and said softly: "Because I can see that Beitai really regards you as a friend."
Nan Dao lowered his head and said nothing. After a long time, he slowly said: "So what happened that night?"
"His legs were broken by the city lord in the alley, and I took him back to the house." Bai He said softly, "You should know what happens next."
When Nan Dao heard this, he probably understood what happened that day.
The rebellious boy was beaten by his parents and brought home. Then he thought that the other boy was responsible, so he ran over and beat the other boy as well.
Very simple story.
Nan Dao was silent, thinking about the conversation in the bamboo forest that day.
Yes, there are a lot of misunderstandings.
"Feel sorry."
Nan Dao said softly.
Bai He looked at the dusk bamboo forest outside the door and said softly: "But we still hope that you will not drag him into the water."
"I know."
Nan Dao said slowly.
Bai He said nothing more, nodded, walked out of the library, and soon disappeared at the end of the path with the dusk.
Nan Dao sat silently in the pavilion.
Chen He walked in and said with sudden realization: "So it turns out that everything is because of this?"
Nan Dao nodded, not caring that Chen He was listening outside.
"So what does she mean by coming here? Let you find Beitai to reconcile?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Maybe that's it."
According to Bai He, Beitai had been drinking out for several days.
"Are you going then?"
Nan Dao stood up and walked upstairs.
"not going."
Chen He looked at Nan Dao's back downstairs, thought for a moment and said, "That's right."
Even if a fifteen-year-old boy is really depressed, it won't last long.
If you vomit after drinking alcohol, you will naturally want to go back.
Life is still very long.
I forgot about this incident from now on and just wandered around the world happily.
Instead of getting involved in those things with Nan Dao again.
Chen He thought of this, looked at Nan Dao's disappearing figure, and asked, "So you still want to kill Hua Wuxi?"
"Yes."
Nan Dao answered simply and calmly.
...
Tingfengtai is very peaceful.
There were some rustling sounds and footsteps downstairs. It should be Chen He sorting out the bookshelves.
Sitting quietly at the listening terrace, with bamboo leaves all over the courtyard flying in the night wind, Nan Dao was thinking about today's events.
Of course Chen He is always happy, but Beitai is obviously not.
But as Nan Dao said.
He didn't want to involve Beitai anymore.
Young people should do their own thing.
Nan Dao thought calmly.
After pondering for a while, Nan Dao placed Peach Blossom and Yiaozhou Island on his knees, and his consciousness sank into the divine sea.
The number of sword fish in those vitality streams has increased from two to four, and they are being nurtured by the endless supply of vitality.
The sword intent in the center of the divine sea has been quietly suspended in the air, and above it, the Blue Bull Five Thousand Words is a little strange. The first green character on the cover has completely turned into gold, and it seems to be about to break away. And out.
Nan Dao looked at it hesitantly for a long time before his consciousness fell on it.
A very vicissitudes of life and calm voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
It is the first chapter of Qingniu Five Thousand Words.
Although there is only one copy of "Blue Ox Five Thousand Words" originally, there are many copies in the world, and Nan Dao has naturally heard of that one.
While I was still thinking about it, the voice had reached the end of the sentence, but suddenly it changed to another voice.
"Mysterious and mysterious, the door to all mysteries."
Nan Dao froze there, this voice was very familiar to him.
It comes from the man in white with a peach blossom face.
As the words fell, Nan Dao's consciousness was pulled downwards by an irresistible force.
Falling onto the land of the divine sea.
The faceless man in white was sitting under the tree, without holding a sword in front of him. He was flipping through the book Green Bull Five Thousand Words in his hand, and the peach blossoms on his face were constantly swaying in the wind of Shenhai Yuanqi.
It seemed like he was laughing, but also like he was crying.
Nan Dao looked down at himself and realized that he had also appeared under the tree, sitting opposite Tao Hua, the man in white.
"Who are you?"
Nan Dao asked this question again.
'Peach Blossom' didn't answer, as if Nandao didn't exist. She looked down at the book in her hand, turned a page, and read calmly.
"...Therefore, existence and non-existence arise from each other, difficulty and ease complement each other, long and short compare with each other, high and low compare with each other, sounds harmonize with each other, and front and rear follow each other..."
'Peach Blossom' After reciting the second chapter calmly, I looked up and saw the peach blossom facing the South Island.
"I am Taohua, and I am you."
It was still the answer given to Nandao last time.
Nan Dao wanted to say something else, but he saw the man in white, Peach Blossom, suddenly stood up. The Green Bull Five Thousand Words in his hand was held by many peach blossoms and flew upwards. However, the two swords on Nan Dao's knees were Suddenly it moved restlessly, left and right, unsheathed itself, and fell into the hands of the man in white.
The man in white holds the Peach Blossom Sword in his left hand, standing upright in front of him, and holds the Parrot Island in his right hand. The peach blossoms on his face are growing and disappearing in the wind.
"You have something and I don't have it, you have it difficult and I have it easy, you are long and I am short, you are high and I am low..."
'Peach Blossom' said softly, the swords in her hands trembled slightly in the wind, and the sound of swords resounded through the sea of the gods.
In the distant vitality stream of the sea of gods and earth, four sword intentions suddenly flew out and surrounded 'Peach Blossom'.
"It's called reciprocity."
As that sentence fell.
The two swords in Peach Blossom's hands suddenly stirred. One sword was held in his hand and slashed down diagonally. The other sword shot out quickly, like a stream of light traveling through the divine sea.
Then the sword intent burst out and headed towards the sky.
There was a thunder in the divine sea.
Peach blossoms fell all over the sky.
'Peach Blossom' has nothing in her hands.
But Nan Dao suddenly held the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand. The Parrot Island that shot out from the hand of 'Peach Blossom' came from beyond the Divine Sea Galaxy and was suspended in front of Nan Dao.
Nan Dao stared at this scene blankly.
At this moment, 'Peach Blossom' under the peach tree held a small sword in her hand.
"Please draw your sword!"
There was a sound when it landed, but it suddenly woke Nan Dao up.
Opening his eyes, Nan Dao realized that he had stood up at some point, facing the entire night, holding the Peach Blossom Sword tightly in his hand. The twenty-five bamboo leaves on the sword were neatly pierced on the blade. On one side, the Parrot Island is surrounded by four sword intents.
Practicing spiritual practice seems to be a simple thing.
Nan Dao thought silently, raised his hand and shook off the bamboo leaves on his sword, then held Parrot Island in his hand, and sat down again on the wind terrace with an umbrella.
The sword intent around him gradually softened and returned to the divine sea of the South Island.
March twenty-first.
Nan Dao thought about this ordinary day.
It didn't rain today, the weather was fine, nothing major happened, and there were no special circumstances.
Only Chen He's Tianyan car and Bai He's arrival.
But today Nan Dao's sword intention left his body.
It's like knowing what he wants to do next.
Everything falls into place.
It's like sitting at the card table. As long as no one knocks the card table over. South Island always wins.
The last scene in the divine sea is 'Peach Blossom' standing under the tree holding a sword, saying in a low and firm voice - please draw the sword.
What sword do you draw?
Is it his own sword, or the sword he is holding?
Nan Dao remembered that the sword should have been pulled out somewhat.
What are you doing with your sword drawn?
Nan Dao's thoughts were a little confused.
The man named 'Peach Blossom' always comes and goes suddenly.
What does he mean by reciprocity?
Nan Dao felt a sudden pain in his heart.
Looking down, he suddenly fell silent.
A bud grew there.
It's not open yet, but it's more like a countdown to death.
Nan Dao silently pulled out his sword and chopped it off from his heart.
This is not good. Nan Dao looked at the flower bud that fell on the stage and was mixed with the bamboo leaves.
If this is what it means.
That I don't want to see.
Nan Dao thought so.
Who would want to die?
The pain in his heart continued. Nan Dao raised his hand to wipe the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth due to pain, and kept coughing.
Nan Dao stood up and limped to the listening platform, looking at the night and the thousands of lights in the world.
The world at night is always brighter and brighter than during the day.
Maybe life is like that too.
Dance with guilt and sing with pain.
Isn’t it also very enjoyable?
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and looked at the world, but he laughed.
The parrot island in his hand suddenly unsheathed, dragging the light across the night sky, swimming through the dazzling world.
But that's not Nan Dao's sword intention.
But Nan Dao guessed who it was and laughed softly.
Senior brother is indeed a good person, isn't he?
...
On a long street in the world, Zhang Xiaoyu squatted under a lantern on the roadside holding a food box. In the box was a piece of fried tofu sprinkled with green onion and chili pepper.
Zhang Xiaoyu is from the north. He was eating the hot plate tofu from the south. He was gasping at the spicy food while looking up at the sword light above the human world.
Junior brother, you still have a long way to go in your art of showing off as a swordsman!
Zhang Xiaoyu's body was surrounded by sword intent, and he lowered his head and ate with big mouthfuls.
Of course, life is like chili pepper, the more you eat it, the more painful it becomes and the more enjoyable it becomes.
