Hua Wuxi's expression changed.
Then there was an extremely cold feeling between his eyebrows.
He raised his hand and touched it, and something came out.
Then there began to be a few soft sounds in the alley, like a few drops of water falling on the ground.
What I touched was the sword.
What dripped was blood.
Hua Wuxi felt something stirring in her head, and then she pulled it out.
"Someone taught me how to hold two swords with only one hand." Nan Dao stood in front of Hua Wuxi. As the power of the witch ghost spread, the quicksand prisons slowly dispersed. go.
"He said that if you drink some wine, you will not only have more hands, but also more heads."
Nan Dao coughed twice, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "So when I came here, I drank some wine, and then someone asked me to bring you a message - he really didn't want to kill you."
Hua Wuxi turned back and looked at another Nan Dao standing there in the night, holding Parrot Island in his hand, hanging down to the ground, and blood was slowly dripping from the slender sword.
"So that's it."
Hua Wuxi finally understood what was approaching quickly in Nan Dao's eyes just now.
It's a sword.
The sword in hand.
Hua Wuxi finally figured this out. As for the last sentence, Hua Wuxi probably still didn't believe it, and then he fell straight forward.
The second Nan Dao disappeared into the alley, and there was a sound of the long sword falling to the ground.
Nan Dao coughed, put the Peach Blossom Sword into its sheath, walked over with the sword, picked up the Parrot Island, took off the tattered wine flag from behind, wiped off the blood, wrapped it again, and put it on his back. got up.
Then he picked up one of Hua Wuxi's feet and dragged it out of the alley.
There is no river here today.
So Nan Dao didn't find a suitable place to dump the body, so he threw it casually in a water tank in an alley.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care what Di Qianjun and Shan Lai were going to say. He played a few rounds of mahjong and then left to mind his own business, walking lazily on the street.
"It seems you trust Nan Dao very much."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and saw Beitai sitting on the guardrail by the river.
"That's natural." Zhang Xiaoyu didn't stop and continued walking casually. He and Beitai were just acquaintances. After all, Beitai rarely played cards. So naturally there was no intention to stop and talk.
"Why?"
Zhang Xiaoyu walked slowly, looked back at the empty scabbard behind him, and said, "Can you take a guess?"
Beitai watched Zhang Xiaoyu's back disappear in the crowd.
He pondered for a long time, then looked in that direction in astonishment.
He thought of a possibility, so he even sobered up for seven minutes.
"So that's it?"
Beitai murmured softly.
.......
In the night, two people walked out of the alley and followed the blood stains to the water tank.
Di Qianjun looked back at the trace of blood, snorted and said, "It's really easy to deal with."
Nanchu Wu Shanlai was checking Hua Wuxi's body. The water in the water tank had already turned blood red. Shan Lai just looked through the blood calmly.
"Killed in one blow." Shanlai said in a deep voice, "There are traces of witchcraft and ghost techniques all around."
"It seems that there has never been one playboy in Northern Wizardry, but two." Di Qianjun looked at the dripping alley walls and said slowly, "I just don't know what level this playboy has reached."
Shan Lai let go of his hand, and the power of the witch ghost dispelled the smell of blood on his hand. He stood in front of the water tank and said calmly: "He is dead anyway, it doesn't matter what state he is in."
The two stood in front of the vat for a long time.
Di Qianjun looked at Shan Lai beside him and said, "Aren't you going to collect his body?"
Shanlai asked, "Why don't you accept it?"
Di Qianjun said calmly: "Beiwu Dao is not from Heavenly Prison."
"That's not from Nanwu either."
The two looked at each other for a long time, then turned around and left in opposite directions.
Di Qianjun walked for a while and stopped at the entrance of the alley.
"We are indeed afraid of something. But whether it is Southern Chu Wu or Northern Wu Dao, before getting involved, I hope you'd better weigh your own weight."
Shan Lai stopped at the other end and looked at the night calmly.
"You don't understand what happened to Huangliang at this time or that time."
Di Qianjun sneered and said: "There are too many Huangliang mountains and too much rain. People don't like to go out, so they sit in wells and watch the sky. I can understand."
Shan Lai smiled slightly and said, "It's hard to say who is in the well."
Di Qianjun just sneered and left the alley.
Shan Lai said nothing more and headed south.
...
The peach blossom seemed to be about to bloom, and Nan Dao's heart throbbed with pain, as if something was moving inward, piercing the roots deeply into his heart. Nan Dao suppressed the pain, hugged the two swords, and limped toward the east.
Until he stopped on the ancient city wall where he said goodbye to Qiu Xi'er.
The stars are shining, the moon is half full.
Nan Dao sat down relaxedly on the city wall, put the two swords beside him, and looked up at the infinitely distant night sky.
Under the night sky, there are green mountains everywhere.
If it were before, Nan Dao felt that he was buried in those green mountains, it would have been a good ending.
But, as soon as I enter the human world, I am full of regrets.
Nan Dao looked into the distance. There may be a different world in the distance, but Nan Dao feels that he should not be able to see it. So I remembered a lot.
I came to Nanyi City on the fourth day of March.
Then I went to see the leader of Congren Sect, and then I went to Xuanshuyuan, where I met many interesting people and people I liked.
Sometimes Nan Dao himself would wonder if Cong Ren had lied to him.
In fact, Xuanxuyuan has never had a way to survive.
Nan Dao sighed deeply and looked down at the bud on his chest. The night wind on the city wall was very cold and strong, so the edge of the bud was blown open.
It's a pity that the little girl Cong Xin met in Jianzong's garden is not here. She likes peach blossoms very much. Otherwise, when this flower blooms, I can give it to her.
Nan Dao laughed as he thought about it, yes, many things are very beautiful.
Zhang Xiaoyu is addicted to playing cards, Beitai is idle, Chen He is passionate about everything in the world, and... Mr. Mei, who should have been happy.
When he killed Hua Wuxi, he said it was a pity, but why didn't he feel it was a pity?
Nan Dao turned to look at Peach Blossom Sword beside him.
Yingyingzhou was given to him by Cao Weiying, but the Peach Blossom Sword was given by his husband.
It's just that I didn't polish it into a decent sword in the end.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then drew out his sword with a loud sound.
"You're alert."
There was a hoarse voice coming from behind, as if he had contracted an incurable lung disease after living in a dark and humid place all year round.
Nan Dao had never heard this voice before, but he soon realized who it was.
People from the He clan.
Nan Dao said softly: "Is there a possibility that I don't know you are coming at all, and I just want to see this sword?"
"It seems I'm too nervous."
The man walked to the city wall and looked at the night stars.
"You won't kill me today?"
"If you don't kill me, you will die."
Nan Dao turned to look at the man, who was dressed in black robes and even his face was covered in darkness.
"how do you know?"
The Black Robe He Sect member said calmly: "Because I have been watching you."
"Always?"
"Yes, but I was warned, so I just hid and looked instead of coming out."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, sighed, and said, "Senior brother is indeed a good person."
The man in black robe turned to look at Nan Dao. Although his expression was expressionless, he could hear the hoarse sarcastic laughter.
"Haha, good guy?"
"Isn't it?"
The man in black robe turned his head and said calmly: "Yes."
Nan Dao didn't understand what he meant by these words.
"When will you die?" the man in black robe asked calmly.
"I don't know, maybe the flower will die after it blooms."
"That's good."
"Why is it good?"
"If you die, my mission will be completed, and I won't have to stop in this ghost place of Nanyi City."
"Where did the mission come from?"
"Liuyun Sword Sect."
Nan Dao sat silently on the city wall.
He really never thought that this person from the He Sect who wanted to kill him would be a task he received from the Liuyun Sword Sect.
"May I know why?"
The He Sect member said calmly: "I don't know, someone sent me a mission."
"What I'm talking about is why Liuyun Sword Sect has the mission to kill me."
"The Liuyun Sword Sect has everything on its hunting list, even the name of its own sect leader Chen Yunxi is on it."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time.
Yes, the oldest and longest-lasting profession in the world is, of course, killer.
"Actually, it doesn't make sense for you to ask so many questions." The He Zong man looked at the night and said calmly.
Nan Dao smiled softly and said, "Yes."
After all, he is a dying person.
"Thank you for coming to give me a ride." Nan Dao said with a smile.
"I thought you would draw your sword and face each other like you did before."
"I'd like to," Nan Dao said softly, looking at the Peach Blossom Sword unsheathed in his hand and placed on his lap, "But I'm in pain right now, and I might not be able to hold the sword tightly, so I might as well forget it after thinking about it."
As Nan Dao spoke, he began to cough violently, and then blood began to drip from the corners of his mouth.
The people from the He Sect watched quietly from the sidelines. As he said, he came to watch Nan Dao die.
But he couldn't take action.
Nan Dao coughed and fell down from the city wall. He lay on the city wall and clutched his heart in pain. Blood kept pouring from his mouth. The two swords fell beside him and were stained with blood. Lots of blood.
Nan Dao let out a painful cry, and grabbed the peach blossom on his chest with his right hand, as if he wanted to pull it out from his heart.
But it's no use.
In the blood, the peach blossom slowly opened unstoppably between the fingers.
"It seems that the exchange of cause and effect is the best killing sword in the world."
The He Zong man looked at the peach blossom blooming in Nan Dao's heart, said something hoarsely, then stepped on the stone bricks on the wall and left calmly under the night.
Nan Dao fell to the ground, blood spurting out from his mouth, and his eyes were filled with blood.
The stars are like blood.
Nan Dao's limbs began to twitch, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, but he still held the umbrella tightly.
Faintly, I seemed to hear the sound of a Tianyan car in Nanyi City.
You are late.
Nan Dao thought vaguely.
Then the world fell into blindness.
