When the stage was set up, some people had already put on heavy makeup and were ready to appear on stage and sing their whole life.
Some people are still in the audience, watching the story with longing, not knowing where they will go in the future.
...
The boat docked.
Xiaodaotong Wang Xiaohua woke up from the swaying, and Bu Suanzi had already got off the boat, standing by the big swamp, quietly looking at the heavy fog.
The fog is clearly defined.
Looking back across the blue-grey taro sea, the world is filled with clear spring skies.
Someone came to the human world and felt that the world should not be foggy, so the warm sunshine of late spring returned to the human world.
But the fog in the swamp has not dispersed yet.
Bu Suanzi looked at Daze quietly. The Daze was filled with mist for eight hundred miles.
Yes, something is back.
But he was just a spectator.
But Wang Xiaohua suddenly couldn't remember what happened after they followed the man named Ziyuan to the green mountains.
I felt a little dizzy, as if I had experienced some serious trauma.
Wang Xiaohua climbed to the side of the boat, looked down at her face, and then froze.
There is a strange black totem in the eye.
Wang Xiaohua thought she was dazzled and rubbed her eyes vigorously, but the blackness did not disappear.
On the contrary, it became more intense, as if ink was dripping from everywhere under the eyelids, gathering towards the depths of the eyes.
"Master!"
Wang Xiaohua panicked and called the fortune teller.
Bu Suanzi lowered his head, looked at the little Taoist boy beside the boat, and said softly: "That's her gift to you."
"Gift?"
Wang Xiaohua froze there, lowering her head and blinking, looking at the strange black pattern slowly flowing in her eyes.
"Stretch out your hand." Bu Suanzi said.
Wang Xiaohua stretched out a hand as she was told, and the vast swamp surged, thousands of fogs gathered together, and fell into the palm of the little Taoist boy's hand, turning into a vast flowing force.
is black.
The power of Styx.
It can also have another name.
Divine power.
Bu Suanzi stood on the edge of the river with his Taoist intention, and his Taoist robe was fluttering in the wind.
He raised his hand and pointed at Wang Xiaohua's palm, and those divine powers were instantly activated and spread. Bu Suanzi took a step back, seeming to be a little out of strength. His face was pale, and he looked at Wang Xiaohua and said, "Look again."
Wang Xiaohua recovered from the shock in front of her eyes, lowered her head and looked into the water. The Taoist rhyme from Bu Suanzi turned into golden Taoist inscriptions all over her body, but the black totems in her eyes turned into an ethereal figure.
A figure in black robe standing by the river.
The wind blew the black robe, and the golden Taoist inscriptions on Wang Xiaohua's body were instantly defeated and dissipated at the edge of the big swamp.
"What is this?" Wang Xiaohua asked blankly.
Bu Suanzi calmed down for a long time, looked at Wang Xiaohua kindly, and said softly: "Gu Chu ghosts and gods, Da Siming - this is the gift she gave you."
Wang Xiaohua seemed to understand.
She had heard of the name Da Siming. Nanyi City was right next to Daze, so they would naturally have heard about the ghosts and gods in Huangliang.
It sounds awesome.
Wang Xiaohua thought this way.
"Then what good is he?"
Wang Xiaohua asked.
Bu Suanzi raised his head to look at the fog and said slowly: "I am in charge of life and death."
When Wang Xiaohua heard these four words, she stepped back in horror, sat on the bow of the boat, and looked at Fortune teller pitifully: "Can I not want it?"
Bu Suanzi smiled softly and said, "You don't have to use it, but you can't do it without it."
Wang Xiaohua looked at Bu Suanzi blankly and asked, "Why?"
"Because someone has to get him. It's better to fall into your hands than to fall into the hands of people like us."
"I don't understand."
Bu Suanzi looked at the little girl with regret and affection, whom he had only known for a few days. He knelt down and touched her head, and said softly: "In the future, you must learn to be a ruthless person. Don't look at what is right or wrong in the world, and don't judge the world. of good and evil, do not listen to the joys and sorrows of the world, do not possess the word benevolence."
"Why?" Wang Xiaohua looked at the fortune teller blankly.
"Because when you see right and wrong, you will go into right and wrong. If you know good and evil, you will become good and evil. If you listen to sorrow and joy, you will have sorrow and joy. If you have benevolence, you will have partiality. In life and death, you should only maintain absolute neutrality. .”
"Then why can't it be Master?"
"Because I am already a human being."
Wang Xiaohua stared blankly at the fortune teller in front of her, whose eyes were full of pity but also pitiful. She didn't know why he was like this.
Bu Suanzi smiled slightly, tore off a piece of his Taoist robe, folded it into a strip of cloth, and blindfolded the little Taoist King Xiaohua.
"The art of commanding orders is the supreme divine art in the Wuguishen Sect. Don't let anyone know that you know this in the future."
"What will happen if you find out?"
"If they know it, they will pester you and covet you. Some people want to die and some want to live. Both are different manifestations of desire. Greed and selfishness are engraved in the hearts of the world. They may not be able to hurt you in the future, but you If you're not truly ruthless, you're going to do a lot of wrong things."
Wang Xiaohua looked at the dark world in front of her, feeling a little frightened, so she held Bu Suanzi's hand and whispered: "I understand, Master."
"let's go."
Bu Suanzi took Wang Xiaohua's cold little hand, walked through the taro sea, and walked toward the world.
...
The little Taoist boy was not the only one watching under the stage.
...
Nan Dao had a dream.
In the dream, there was the sound of scissors and the sound of many things falling.
Someone was talking, then slowly walking away.
There is also the aroma of sizzling tofu and wine.
Then he opened his eyes.
The air in the world is flowing, as if it has turned into water or a big lake. The peach trees have grown upside down, and the fallen flowers are going upwards. The cliffs are upside down, the sky is sinking, and the mist is flowing on the soles of the feet, like a lot of mist. The breast milk I had a few years ago was average.
Then he thought for a long time before he remembered that the world was not upside down.
It’s me who lives in the big lake.
Nan Dao swam lightly to the lake, where a young man in green clothes was sitting under a peach tree drinking. Nan Dao tried to climb up to the lake, but the water surface of those big lakes was like an unbreakable barrier, resolutely blocking Nan Dao under the big lakes.
"Hello!"
Nan Dao shouted, but the young man in Qingshang didn't seem to hear him. He just smiled and looked at the cliff and the lake, drinking by himself.
What's his name?
Nan Dao lay in the water and thought.
Grass is firefly.
Yes, call the grass firefly.
Nan Dao remembered some things in this town.
"Grass is firefly!"
Nan Dao called his name forcefully.
Cao Weiying stood up and walked to the lake.
Nan Dao was ecstatic.
"Get me out quickly!"
However, Cao Weiying did nothing, just stretched and yawned long.
"I'm tired. Go back to sleep."
Nan Dao beat the surface of the lake hard, causing countless ripples. However, Cao Weiying did not notice it, as if those ripples were just the trembling of falling peach blossoms.
So he turned around and left.
Nan Dao beat his hands until his hands were covered with blood, which smeared in the lake like a big red flower.
It wasn't until Cao Weiying was no longer seen that Nan Dao stopped dejectedly and lay down with his back against the barrier of the lake.
Why am I here?
Nan Dao began to reminisce.
When he was very young, he started to vomit blood after being caught in the rain. Then his father gave him an umbrella, and then he grew up to be a teenager. When he was fifteen years old, that is, on the fourth day of March, he came to Nanyi City.
Go to the Human Sword Sect to seek the way to practice?
That should be it.
Then he was rejected by Cong Ren and came to Xuanxuyuan.
The people in Xuanxuyuan also refused to accept him, so he stayed and became a concierge.
Nan Dao's thoughts began to become clear.
After offending Hua Wuxi, he got to know many people and met the person who made his heart move. Then he achieved some success in practice and settled his grudges.
He was seriously injured and fell into a coma.
Nan Dao thought slowly.
Then he should be here to recuperate.
But why were you trapped in the lake?
Nan Dao was a little confused.
There is a lot of chill coming from the bottom of the lake - or rather from the sky under the lake.
The four swords in the South Island Divine Sea were wandering restlessly.
What's there?
Nan Dao lay on the water of the large lake, thinking.
Then he stood up and headed towards the bottom of the lake above.
The warm spring sun that shines in from the human world gradually sets below, so the higher you go up, the darker you see and the stronger the chill.
Nan Dao felt that frost was beginning to form around him and the water flow was becoming sluggish. He wanted to stop, but as soon as he stopped, the sword intention in the divine sea began to act strangely, running around like a disobedient child rolling around. Nan Dao then gritted his teeth and continued towards the sky at the bottom of the lake.
After an unknown amount of time, everything Nandao saw began to become extremely dark. He could not see anything and could only swim along with the subtle fluctuations in the current.
It was like something was wrapped around his body.
Waterweed?
Or moss algae?
Nan Dao opened those things with all his strength, but the things became more and more entangled and tighter. It became difficult for Nan Dao to even breathe - although he didn't know why he could still act like normal even though he was clearly under the big lake. Breathe the same.
Then the sword intention in the divine sea broke out of the body and surrounded Nan Dao. As the sword intention circulated, those restraints were broken.
The dark water plants were washed away, and the South Island suddenly fell into a large area of light.
Then it fell again.
Nan Dao pulled away a piece of waterweed tangled in front of his eyes. Just when he thought he had gone out, he saw the scene in front of him and froze there.
sword.
Thousands of long swords with cold light hung high in the sky above the bottom of the lake.
The South Island lies in a daze on the ground made of water, grass and moss.
Where is this place?
Nan Dao stood up in shock, holding on to Moss and Zao Dai.
The water keeps flowing and everything is rippling, like an incredible dream.
The four sword spirits around Nan Dao swam in joy, went up, entangled one of the swords, tore it hard, dragged it down, and delivered it to Nan Dao's hand.
What is this going to do?
Nan Dao looked at the long sword named Chou Xin Qu in his hand in confusion.
"Please draw your sword."
A calm voice came from behind.
Nan Dao held the sword and turned around to look. The man in white with a peach blossom face who had appeared several times was slowly walking from the other end of the mossy land. The small sword held in front of him was slowly turning into peach blossoms and scattering at the bottom of the lake. There was a sword in the sky falling straight into his hand.
Before Nan Dao knew what he was going to do, Tao Hua, a man in white, had already leaped over with his sword in hand.
He hurriedly blocked with his sword.
The water rippled, and Nan Dao was struck backwards by a sword, causing water plants to surge up.
The man in white took a step back. The long sword danced with sword flowers in his hand, fell into the other hand, and struck again.
Nan Dao was a little angry at the sudden attack. Regardless of the reason, he exhaled, stood up again with his sword, and faced him with the sword.
The long swords shone with cold light, dragging the water tails, and struck each other at one point, and the two of them stepped back at the same time.
So he drew his sword again.
Four sword intents were swaying ostentatiously aside, like water plants, or like little kids who saw someone fighting on the roadside and cheered for one of them.
After Nan Dao and Tao Hua faced each other and counted their swords, he saw Jian Yi watching the show next to him. He raised his hand and the sword intention was dragged over, but two of them were intercepted by Tao Hua.
Surrounded by sword intent, the force of the long sword was even stronger. Nan Dao stabbed at Peach Blossom with his sword.
It's the sword that cuts through flowers.
Mojianya's quick sword in the world.
Taohua did not evade, she held the hilt of the sword with both hands and struck it down with a sword. The sword that came suddenly was struck precisely on the sword body, and then came out of her hand and smashed into the water plants. .
Taohua sheathed her sword and stood up, stretched out a hand to the young man in front of her, and said calmly: "Please."
The young man was a little unconvinced, so he pulled out the sword from the water plants, held the sword with both hands, and struck the peach blossom with one strike.
...
Cao Weiying, who was supposed to go to sleep, leaned forward and stood by the lake.
more than one.
Countless grasses in the world are fireflies.
The edge of the large cloud-mist lake is covered with grass and fireflies, leaning forward to look into the lake.
Like the eyelashes of the Eye of the Lake.
"He can't fight either."
"It's okay, take your time."
"It's just a bit insulting to those swords."
"After all, the name of each sword is engraved by me myself."
"It's all for nothing, so just waste it."
