Hua Wuxi is not happy.
He saw the sword light cruising above the human world.
Not hard to guess.
The only sword cultivator who can show off in Nanyi City is Zhang Xiaoyu.
Anyone can guess.
Zhang Xiaoyu's sword has disappeared, and many people know it.
So who did he borrow that sword from?
What do you want the world to see?
Hua Wuxi stood in the yard, looking up at the sky and thinking.
The South Island is not dead.
Of course Hua Wuxi did not forget this matter.
That boy gave him a strange feeling.
Just like talking to people and talking to ghosts.
Wherever he is, that's what he looks like.
It's like he has nothing but feedback as the world would treat him.
"Young master from Peking University seems to have broken a leg." Hua Wuxi thought for a long time and looked at Shan Lai, who was pruning flowers and leaves in the yard.
The latter just said calmly: "I don't pay attention to this kind of thing."
Hua Wuxi looked at him quietly for a long time and said, "I can tell."
Shan Lai came to Nanyi City just to take a look at Hua Wuxi.
"What do you think this means?" Shan Lai put down the scissors in his hand and picked up a small hoe to loosen the soil.
"I don't know." Hua Wuxi stared at the sword light in the world, "But I feel a little uneasy."
"If you feel uneasy, then hide."
Hua Wuxi lowered his head, looked at Shan Lai beside the flower bed, and said, "Just like you?"
Shanlai said nothing.
Hua Wuxi smiled and said: "This is not good, it will make the world look down on Northern Wizardry."
Shan Lai raised his head, looked at Hua Wuxi, and said somewhat sarcastically: "Is there anything in Northern Wizard Road that the world can admire?"
It seemed that Hua Wuxi's words really hurt his pain.
So Hua Wuxi was very satisfied.
I didn't continue to argue with him.
After looking up at the sword light for a long time, Hua Wuxi walked back to the room.
"I'll sleep in your room tonight."
Shan Lai stood in the courtyard and looked at Hua Wuxi's back calmly.
It seemed like he was really upset.
...
Dafeng calendar one thousand and three years, March 22nd.
Nan Dao got up and sat down at the Tingfeng Tower, practicing quietly.
It’s natural to wear flowers.
The two swords on his knees were horizontally upright, surrounded by sword intent.
Yesterday, Zhang Xiaoyu played too late in Youtiao Island, so Nan Dao did not test how far his sword could be separated from his body.
As the four sword intentions continued to surround his body, the Parrot Island on his knees continued to make a subtle sound.
Driving a sword is like driving a car.
Once you have seen nature, you can slowly learn it.
Nan Dao held the wine flag wrapped around Parrot Island, feeling the restlessness of the vitality of heaven and earth and the pull of the sword.
Finally, after a very clear sound, Yiaozhou came out of its sheath and floated in front of Nan Dao.
Nan Dao smiled slightly and looked at the slender sword, thinking to himself - an outstanding person like me.
Those sword intentions are like the connection between Nandao and the long sword.
In other words, it is an invisible rope.
One end is in the hands of Nan Dao, and the other end is tied to Parrot Island.
Therefore, the strength of sword intention means how far a sword cultivator's sword can escape.
How high the sword intention is, how far the sword can go.
Nan Dao thought of Qiu Xi'er.
The sword has a thousand miles of meaning!
He is worthy of being a sword cultivator in the human cliff master realm.
However, that is still far from me.
Nan Dao once again focused on his sword and sword intention.
Although the seeds of Nandao's Sword Intent were planted using the method of Sword Grinding Cliff, after all, Nandao had only started practicing for half a month.
The sword intention is not strong.
So it's not very far.
Parrot Island is suspended around him, and then like a slender silver fish, it shuttles across the listening platform.
The sword is ten feet long.
In other words, Nan Dao's sword can move within one foot of his body.
When the high typhoon comes, the bamboo leaves are flying, and the Parrot Island turns into a stream of light and passes through the numerous bamboo leaves. When he returned to Nan Dao, dozens of bamboo leaves were strung across the slender sword.
It's a pity that this is not the number of sword stabs in the hand.
Nan Dao still remembers what Qiu Xi'er said at the beginning.
Abandoning the intention of the sword, holding the sword in your hand, and making hundreds of flowers with one sword is the introduction to the quick sword in the world.
Nan Dao was not discouraged and practiced the sword with great interest.
Bamboo leaves were flying all over the building, and Nan Dao had a thought in his mind that I was invincible within ten feet.
After a long time, until the consumption rate of the heaven and earth vitality in the body could not keep up with the absorption speed, the water level of the vitality streams in the divine sea dropped a lot, but fortunately the number was much larger than before. Nan Dao only stopped at this point, raised his hand to hold Yiaozhou, wrapped it with a wine flag, and then pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand.
The blue-black sword body and the blade on the back of the kitchen knife didn't look like a good sword.
But for Nan Dao, this sword is more important than any sword.
Because this is the sword Qiu Xi'er gave him.
If we really follow what Qiu Xi'er said, it would naturally take a long time to sharpen this sword by constantly drawing out the sword.
But if you really polish it, then you can go see your husband, right?
But is there still a chance?
Nan Dao sat on the stage, no longer thinking about this thing, holding the sword, stabbing out, then withdrawing it, and continued stabbing.
Just like it was by the Jingsi Lake.
The only bad thing is that the leg is broken, so it looks a bit stupid.
The whole building was filled with breeze at noon.
When Chen He came up, he saw Nan Dao drawing out and retracting his sword.
"Are you practicing your sword?"
"I'm practicing killing people."
Chen He looked at him for a long time and said, "How do you plan to kill him this time?"
Nan Dao slowly sheathed his sword, and the sword intent around him gradually dissipated.
"When I went out to deliver the letter the day before yesterday, I asked some passers-by, and they told me that Hua Wuxi lives in the west of the city." Nan Dao said softly, "So I decided to go directly to his house to kill him."
"Is your leg healed?"
"Kill with a sword, not a leg."
Chen He took a deep breath and looked around the South Island three times.
"I think something's not right with you today."
Nan Dao looked at the two swords on his knees quietly and said, "Last night, a bud grew in my heart."
Chen He was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he remembered the story Nan Dao told him a few days ago.
"this means?"
"I may really be dying." Nan Dao said calmly, "I saw my cause and effect in the sky...in a strange lake. My whole body was covered with peach blossoms, except for my heart and eyebrows. Chu, I am not even me, just like a peach tree. Just like what Master Congren said, if you borrow karma, you must return karma."
Chen He looked at Nan Dao blankly.
Nan Dao chuckled softly and said: "I have been making preparations like this for these years, so I am not panicking. I am just a little regretful, and I will try my best."
Chen He said: "I think people will always be kinder and gentler when they are dying."
"But I can't be gentle, I can only be calm, but I also think I am kind. I don't know much about Hua Wuxi, but I think he is not a good person. He has also admitted to me personally that he is bad. Do it all." Nan Dao said slowly, and pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword from his knee. When the sword was three inches out, there was no cold light, only blue-black silence.
"Killing a person who has done all the bad things might be considered a good thing."
Chen He sighed and said, "You haven't told me your last story yet!"
Nan Dao looked up at Chen He and said with a smile: "But haven't you already written it? When I went down to find you, I saw that piece of paper. I thought the writing was okay, better than my own experience. "
Nan Dao put the Peach Blossom Sword into its sheath, stood up, and said softly: "It's the same this time. If I die and you think this ending is not good, you can also imagine that I don't die and live a good life. What will the story be like in the future when we are in the human world?”
Chen He sighed deeply and said, "But in this case, the story that the world sees may have nothing to do with you at all."
"It doesn't matter whether it's relevant or not. Living through the writing may not be a comfort."
Chen He walked to the listening platform and blew in the warm spring breeze at noon, but he couldn't feel warm in his heart.
"I promise you."
"Thank you."
Nan Dao thanked him sincerely, and then walked to the edge of the stage holding his sword. Chen He was a little sad, sighing as he looked at the world.
"Actually, I also thought that if you settle your regrets by then, I will drive the wheelchair below and take you around the human world."
Nan Dao smiled softly and said, "Maybe there is still a chance, but you are just strolling around?"
Chen He thought for a while and said: "There is a very delicious thing in Nanyi City called Iron Plate Tofu. I heard it was passed down from Huangliang. I have eaten it once. It is very fragrant and spicy, and the tofu is very tender. At that time, we could drive a small wheelchair, dragging an iron plate stove behind it, and sell it wherever we went."
"I heard that the Luming Snow Country is very cold. They should like this kind of food very much and eat it warmly. If we go there, the business will be very good and they can also sell some wine." Nan Dao said softly.
"So you've thought about this too?" Chen He turned to look at Nan Dao and said.
Nan Dao nodded and said: "I may not have thought about it before, but these days I have been infected by you, and I have started to think about these weird things."
"How can something like this be called weird?"
"What should it be called?"
"It should be commonplace."
Nan Dao smiled and said, "Maybe it's because the perspective is different."
Chen He nodded in agreement.
The two of them watched quietly for a long time at the Tingfeng Tower.
Gradually the sun sets.
"When do you plan to go?"
Chen He looked at the bamboo forest path below and asked.
Nan Dao said calmly: "Just tonight."
"It was too hasty."
"I'm afraid I won't survive tonight."
"So fast?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, lowering his head and pointing at the flower bud that he didn't know when it would grow again.
"Look, it's really fast."
Chen He stared blankly at Nan Dao's heart.
Just like new shoots growing from an old tree, it is clearly full of business, but it always makes people shudder when looking at it.
Nan Dao had seen it a lot, so he got used to it. This time he didn't break it as usual, but straightened it up, like a peach branch pinned to his clothes.
"When will it bloom?" Chen He asked.
"I don't know either." Nan Dao said softly. "If possible, I hope it never blooms."
“But if you borrow something, you must repay it, so that I can borrow it again in the next life.”
