People in Heavenly Prison like to wear black robes embroidered with gold patterns, but that doesn't mean they like to go out in the night.
The clothes have more meaning. They often make people in the world involuntarily think of the night in their hearts when they see them.
There is a ghost in my heart, and the deeper the night becomes, the more panic I will get when I think of the darkness.
The more panicked, the more common people are.
So when the man in black robe approached him and asked that question, many responses flashed through Nan Dao's mind.
What kind of expression does he want to see?
Nan Dao hesitated for a moment, then held the umbrella tightly, pretending to be calm and asked with confusion: "What do you mean, sir?"
Di Qianjun looked at Nan Dao quietly for a long time, raised his hand, and Nan Dao subconsciously wanted to draw his sword.
Di Qianjun just calmly touched Nan Dao's forehead, looked at the fine sweat with two finger marks on it, and said calmly: "It's not interesting, I'm just curious. A small town like Nan Ke Town How could there be such a talented person in this place?"
Nan Dao loosened his grip on the sword a little, and said softly: "Could it be that Dao Dao has given you a gift, and you still have to wait and see what the food is?"
Di Qianjun lowered his gaze, looked at Nan Dao's hand holding the sword, and said slowly: "You seem nervous?"
Nan Dao looked down at his hands and said, "After all, you are from Heavenly Prison. Who wouldn't be nervous if you come here so suddenly?"
"But you didn't do this last time."
"I didn't know your identity last time."
Di Qianjun withdrew his gaze from Nan Dao, looked at the long street of the world, and said calmly: "I noticed you last time when you were chased by people from the He Sect."
Nan Dao still didn't know what the purpose of this hell man was, so he was very cautious and didn't speak.
"The world always says that people from the He Sect are like lunatics." Di Qianjun looked back at Nan Dao, "But they naturally have their reasons for doing certain things - I am very interested in you."
In the long street, two heavenly wardens came with their swords drawn.
Nan Dao squinted at this scene, gripped the umbrella tightly, and tightened the sword. He felt the chill under the tree, deep into his bones.
Di Qianjun reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.
He also held the scabbard.
Then he took off the sword, held it in his hand, and handed it to the two people who came over.
It seems that the two heavenly wardens did not come here for the South Island.
Di Qianjun unwrapped the token again and handed it into their hands, looking back at Nandao.
"Heavenly Prison is conducting internal self-examination, Nandao."
Nan Dao looked at the three of them blankly.
One of the heavenly wardens took out several slender nails from his arms. The nails were engraved with Taoist inscriptions, covered with blood, and had turned into black dirt. The other person expressionlessly drove the nails into the ground. It entered Di Qianjun's limbs and bones, locking the connection between the divine sea and the body's meridians.
"My name is Di Qianjun, the southern dispatcher of Heavenly Prison. If we have no problems." Di Qianjun said calmly, as if he couldn't feel the pain, "I will come back to you."
After Di Qianjun finished speaking, he followed the two of them.
Nan Dao watched the three people leaving in silence for a long time.
There is a saying in the world.
The people in Heavenly Hell became crazy, like a dog, wanting to bite themselves twice.
...
It is indeed the case.
...
What about the mountain and river view?
...
Chen He and Cao Weiying were at the Tingfeng Terrace, eating sizzling tofu and listening to the spring breeze of the world. They were very relaxed.
Whether it's heaven and hell, mountains and rivers, all the chaos in the world probably has nothing to do with these two people.
So I feel comfortable and relaxed, and I feel at ease.
Nan Dao did not go up, but stopped on the bamboo forest path below, swept away the bamboo leaves on the bamboo chair beside him, sat on it silently, and looked at the two people chatting on the stage.
It took a long time for Chen He to see Nan Dao sitting on the trail in the distance. He glanced at Cao Weiying and asked curiously: "Why doesn't Nan Dao come up?"
Cao Weiying looked back at Nan Dao in the audience, thought for a while, and said, "Maybe he is thinking about something."
"whats the matter?"
Cao Weiying held the gourd and said casually: "How to kill people."
"How do you know?" Chen He asked dubiously.
Cao Weiying smiled and said, "I guessed it."
Guessing, of course, it can also be nonsense.
Chen He said: "There is no reason why he would think of killing people. Nan Dao is not that kind of person."
"How do you know it's for no reason?" Cao Weiying asked with a smile.
Chen He thought for a while and said, "Instead of guessing here, it's better to go down and ask."
After that, he shoveled a piece of tofu and walked downstairs.
Nan Dao was deep in thought and didn't seem to notice Chen He's arrival.
It wasn't until Chen He shook the piece of tofu in front of his eyes several times that Nan Dao woke up, looked at Chen He and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chen He said with a smile: "Seeing that you have been out walking for a long time, I thought you might be a little hungry, so I will get you something to eat."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then took the tofu and ate it, and said slowly: "I heard everything you just said on the stage."
Chen He was stunned for a moment and said, "Are you really going to kill someone?"
Nan Dao said softly: "I have this idea."
"Why?" Chen He asked with some confusion.
Nan Dao recalled the black robe and said softly: "Because someone is staring at me."
"Who? Someone from the Northern Wizardry?"
All Chen He could think of was the Northern Wizardry behind Hua Wuxi.
Nan Dao shook his head and said slowly: "Heavenly Hell."
"Oh, Heaven's Prison, that's okay." Chen He didn't hear the name Northern Witch Road and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but in the blink of an eye, he thought, Heaven's Prison?
Chen He looked at Nan Dao blankly, then came to his senses and asked, "Why are you being targeted by the people from Heavenly Prison?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Because they suspect that I am from the twelfth floor."
Chen He was silent for a long time, looked at Nan Dao and asked, "Is that you?"
Nan Dao tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "I can be, or I can't be."
"Why?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "It depends on when they come to catch me."
Someone is still dreaming.
Still didn't wake up.
But Chen He misinterpreted the meaning of this sentence.
Heavenly Prison has always had a bad reputation.
When they doubt you are, you better be.
So Chen He thought that what Nan Dao meant was that if they came to arrest him, then yes, but if they didn't come to arrest him, then he didn't.
Chen He sat down next to Nan Dao with a sad face, looked at the forest of thin bamboos, sighed and said, "What should we do?"
Nan Dao didn't speak, just ate the piece of tofu, then wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and headed towards Qingniuyuan with his sword in hand.
"what are you going to do?"
"Sword practice."
...
After Qiu Xi'er left, Jingsi Lake was naturally not as peaceful as before.
But fortunately, the spring exams are coming soon, and the students of Wenhua College are busy cramming and rarely come here, so the lakeside is quite peaceful.
After all, it is called Jingsi Lake, and it must have a sense of tranquility to be worthy of the name.
Nan Dao sat by the lake with his sword in his hand. He didn't practice his sword, but just looked at the lake quietly.
If Nan Dao came to practice sword practice, he would naturally come to practice sword practice.
It's a pity that he is not Nandao.
It's a peach blossom.
But it’s just like what I said to Nan Dao in the Divine Sea.
It makes no difference who is South Island.
Nandao sits quietly by the lake.
In the divine sea.
Peach Blossom's figure appeared.
Dressed in white, the peach blossoms on her face were floating in the wind of vitality, and she walked calmly on the land of the divine sea and the valleys and rivers.
The peach blossoms moved toward the distance along the streams and rivers where the energy of heaven and earth gathered in the water realm, as if they were looking for something.
The countless vortexes of vitality above the head were like isolated islands, and countless pairs of eyes were silently watching this tiny man walking on the land of the divine sea.
Occasionally, Taohua would raise her head and look at the majestic sword intent hanging above the divine sea. The peach blossoms on her face were swaying, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
The Divine Sea is extremely vast, and Taohua walked for who knows how long before she arrived at a lake where streams converged.
The vitality of heaven and earth gathered here, forming a dreamlike bubble of vitality in the center of the lake.
There was a naked boy in the bubble, lying there quietly, as if he was having a very comfortable dream.
Peach Blossom walked across the lake in the wind until she stopped in front of the water bubble and looked at the boy silently.
A boy's dream is very simple.
It's in a small town.
Some past times.
Peach Blossom didn't see it, but he could imagine it, because those years had flowed through his eyes.
Taohua looked at it for a long time, then raised her hand and pressed it on the blister. The palm of her hand was slightly sunken. There were many black and gray colors deposited at the bottom of the blister that quickly came towards Taohua's palm and then submerged into Taohua's body.
The peach blossoms blooming on the face are brighter again - like those unpleasant colors, like a wonderful nourishment.
Taohua retracted her hand, as if she was in some pain. She bent over slightly, covered the peach blossom on her face, coughed twice, and when she put her hand down, her palms were bright red.
Taohua looked down at the blood on her palms and was silent for a long time.
Under the sword lake in the sky where the grass is a firefly, Peach Blossom once told Nan Dao.
Living in this world is a cruel thing.
If you can't.
Then I'll do it.
Taohua thinks the same way now.
A person who forgets too much.
A person who has to start over again to figure out how to use a sword.
In the general trend of the world.
You can't go fast or far.
Taohua stood in the lake and thought quietly.
fortunately.
I am those forgotten things.
Taohua stopped looking at the things in the lake and walked farther away on the lake.
There seems to be some wind surging in the divine sea.
As a result, thousands of isolated islands began to crumble.
Taohua walked quietly.
Stretching out a hand, countless vitality converged towards the palm of the hand. The valleys and rivers in the entire divine sea were stirring crazily, and then slowly gathered into the sea.
Taohua stood quietly on the sea of avenues, looking up at the thousands of isolated islands above her head.
So the island fell.
It fell into the palm of my hand and turned into a weak sapling.
Get straight to the point and get out of the way.
So he became enlightened.
Taohua looked at the Dao tree in her palm and said calmly: "I don't know if you want this - after all, I am forgotten and you are chosen, but..."
But it was just like what Nan Dao said when he killed the Heavenly Prisoner in that dream.
It is always the other person who makes the first move.
so.
So peach blossoms are also good.
South Island is also good.
There is no choice.
Taohua bent down and placed the Taoist tree in the sea of vitality beneath her feet.
So the roots headed towards the deepest part of the sea.
It continues to extend until it greedily takes root in the divine sea and land at the bottom of the sea.
Taohua stood quietly in front of the Dao tree that began to grow slowly, and the sword fish that were submerged in the sea quickly gathered towards Taohua.
Then it surrounded him, smelling the vitality of heaven and earth and the murderous intention in Peach Blossom's heart, and grew vigorously.
Taohua just looked at the Taoist tree.
A flower bud sprouted in an unobtrusive place.
The fruit of Tao is not yet achieved.
But it's not far off.
When Taohua saw this, she stopped looking and disappeared into the sea.
Quietly by the lake.
Nan Dao opened his eyes.
Looking down at the lake.
He said softly: "I am Peach Blossom, I am your heart, and I am also you."
