When Nan Dao finished saying that, he found someone sitting a few meters away.
Grass is firefly.
This young man from Tianshang Town, who came from a big dream, sat aside with a smile, and seemed to have been looking at the South Island for a long time.
"When will he wake up?"
Cao Weiying always seems to know everything.
Nan Dao was silent for a long time and said softly: "I don't know."
Cao Weiying looked towards Jingsi Lake. This lake was very peaceful, surrounded by a forest of white magnolias. The surface of the lake was covered with white fallen flowers, which seemed to be pushed by something and piled up on the shore of the lake.
"Forgetting is a painful thing." Cao Weiying said softly, "Being a forgotten person is the same."
Listening to these incomprehensible words, Nan Dao always felt that he seemed to mean something.
"So for many years, the enemy on the Twelfth Floor has never been outside." Cao Weiying said slowly, "but himself."
Nan Dao fell silent.
"Of course making a decision is a simple matter." Cao Weiying smiled and looked at the sky, the world was slipping into the dusk. "But don't let the outside world interfere."
"I'm still thinking about it." Nan Dao said softly.
"I know, otherwise you wouldn't just stay out of seclusion." Cao Weiying said calmly, "But to forget yourself, you need to turn to me, not to the world. Only if your mind is not firm will you become a madman."
Only when you focus on me can you forget yourself.
Nan Dao sighed and looked at the grass as a firefly, and said: "The body is like a dead wood, and the heart is as gray as death. When others ask, it means I have forgotten myself. Naturally we all think so, but some things are difficult to make, such as the sky. Prison, if I don’t kill them, they will come and kill me. You are different. You are not in the world, so you can naturally have nothing to fear."
Nan Dao stood up and walked towards a magnolia tree not far away.
"But we are different. We are still in the world, still looking up, and have not even climbed the mountain." Nan Dao pulled out the grindstone that had been used several times from under the magnolia tree and looked at it quietly. It's been a long time. "When you live in the world, you have to do things in the world."
Nan Dao drew his sword, sat down by the grindstone, and pressed the Peach Blossom Sword on the grindstone.
"Someone asked an unnecessary question." Nan Dao looked at some stone mud on the edge of the blue-black sword, "Then deal with the person who asked that question."
"Then what?"
"Then burn the hell to the ground."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly, seeming to be laughing at the young man's frivolous imagination.
"But it's not enough to just get out of the country."
Nan Dao said softly: "So I'm still thinking about it, sharpen my sword, sharpen my mind, and see how this matter is resolved - I can't just sit and wait for death."
Cao Weiying said nothing more.
"Although he hasn't woken up yet, I know that if it were him, he would also have such thoughts." Nan Dao said word by word, "Everyone will have such thoughts, it just depends on whether they dare and whether they can .”
"you can?"
Nan Dao said calmly but confidently: "I can."
Because he is a peach blossom.
The peach blossom forgotten in all choices.
He can use a sword and can read books.
Some people learned a lot from the blacksmiths from the East China Sea.
I just forgot all about it.
But as it happens, peach blossoms are the forgotten part.
Cao Weiying looked at Nan Dao for a long time without saying anything. She picked up the gourd and took two sips of wine, then turned and left.
Nan Dao began to sharpen his sword, just like the night after All Souls' Day.
Although the person who dominates the body is a peach blossom.
but.
They are exactly the same as teenagers.
So in the sound of those sword sharpening, the Peach Blossom Sword whined in pain, grinding out a lot of iron filings, dust and mud, and also grinding out a lot of sword intent.
The fallen flowers in the forest were damaged in the wind of those swords.
until late at night.
...
Chen Huaifeng stayed up in the middle of the night. He was wearing a nightgown and holding a cup of freshly brewed wolfberry tea. He walked out of the gate of Jianzong and sat down with Hu Lu, who was wrapped in a quilt and yawning.
Hu Lu was startled by the movement beside her, turned to look at Chen Huaifeng, and said with a confused expression: "Brother, why are you out?"
Chen Huaifeng smiled, blew the hot air from the tea cup, took a sip, glanced towards the west of the city, and said, "There is some noise in the city, so come out and listen."
Hu Lu listened for a long time with his long ears. There was not much movement in Nanyi City late at night. The surroundings were quiet, except for the occasional whispers of tryst in the boats floating in the river not far away.
"Senior brother, you must be overdoing your health maintenance. There is no noise here. It is obviously very quiet." Hu Lu said with a yawn.
Chen Huaifeng just smiled and said: "It's not the north of the city, it's the west of the city."
"Chengxi?"
Hu Lu looked to the west in confusion, but saw nothing, only a large area of silent streets and houses in the night.
"Of course you can't see it, because you entered the Tao." Chen Huaifeng said softly.
"Oh, why is it so noisy over there?" Hu Lu asked.
Chen Huaifeng held the wolfberry tea, sipped it, and said, "Because the people in Tianjing discovered some problems."
"what is the problem?"
"They suspect that there are people from the Twelfth Floor in the Heavenly Prison."
Hu Lu was stunned for a moment and said: "How can there be people from the twelfth floor in the Heavenly Prison?"
"Maybe there will be."
"Then, senior brother, do you want to go take a look?"
Chen Huaifeng shook his head and said: "I'm not going, just take a look here. The affairs of the Heavenly Prison have nothing to do with us, but they are making too much noise."
Naturally, the affairs of the Heavenly Prison are only under the control of the Heavenly Prison. As long as they do not involve the human world, the people of Jianzong will let them make trouble. Since Chen Huaifeng did not watch, the young boy Hu Lu felt a little bored. He yawned and closed the quilt. Going to sleep.
Chen Huaifeng looked at Hu Lu who was sleeping beside him, but he remembered Cong Ren's decision.
It would be great if Hu Lu came to be the sect leader.
When looking at people in the world, naturally we should not be too radical, nor should we be too lazy like them. We should be less curious and only look at the stability of the general situation.
Hulu's playing style is stable and meets this requirement.
No wonder the master hesitated for so long, and no one liked him, but he gave the red one to Hu Lu.
Hongzhong of the Human Sword Sect has always had its say.
Chen Huaifeng thought, but then looked into the night of Nanyi City.
There was a young man holding an umbrella, carrying a sword on his back, and leaning on another sword, walking silently in the night streets.
What if that boy?
Why did Master get involved in this matter again?
Chen Huaifeng thought with some doubts.
After thinking for a long time, Chen Huaifeng still didn't get the answer. He sighed, drank all the wolfberry tea in the cup, tucked Hu Lu into the quilt, and looked towards the west of the city in silence.
...
The long night is naturally cold.
Nan Dao carried the Peach Blossom Sword on his back and walked calmly on the street leading to the west of the city.
After entering the Tao and leaving the customs realm, he carried his sword and went to find trouble in the Heavenly Prison. Obviously, this was extremely crazy behavior.
Whether it was Lin Erliang, Di Qianjun, or Ximen who was wandering around.
They are all practitioners in the realm of the human world.
If it were normal times, Nandao would not do such stupid things.
But coincidentally, he saw something today.
Those nails driven into Di Qianjun's meridians.
A practitioner whose divine sea is sealed can only be regarded as a stronger Chai Fu.
Heavenly Prison's internal self-examination is like a mad dog who can't tell which piece of meat is his own and which piece of meat is growth, so he just bites them all.
This is an extremely harsh and paranoid approach.
But from the perspective of South Island, nature is the best opportunity.
People in Heavenly Prison might not have thought that someone in the human world would have the idea of their mad dog.
Nan Dao's leg wasn't healed yet, but he walked very smoothly, holding the sword as if it were his other leg.
He also walked very cautiously, avoiding streets where there might be people, and specifically passing through alleys.
It seems that the world is not aware of anything yet.
The card shop in the alley stayed up all night, and the noisy shouts of people covered up the sound of Nan Dao's footsteps walking in the alley.
The only sound of the sword hitting the stone slab was heard occasionally, and they only thought that the bells in someone's pavilion were ringing in the night wind.
After walking for a long time from Nandao, we reached the west of the city.
The location of Heavenly Prison is in that secluded alley. After passing there and walking a little further, after a few streets, you will find the place where Hua Wuxi once lived.
I have passed through Nandao once before, so I didn’t get lost.
Walking to the entrance of the alley, I looked at the dark and heavy door from a distance.
Nandao stopped.
Is there a possibility that everything is just for your own good?
Nan Dao leaned on his sword and looked at the deserted alley quietly under the umbrella.
Hell is black, and in such silence, it appears extremely deep and heavy.
Of course it is possible.
There is a Jianjian Sect in Nanyi City and a Xuanxuyuan.
People in Heavenly Prison cannot be as unscrupulous as they are known in the human world.
So show a flaw, give a weakness.
It's like an egg, crack it yourself.
Then the flies came.
Nan Dao didn't know if he was that fly.
But like a forgotten memory of the South Island.
Everything is just a choice.
The river is there.
To swim, take a boat, or take a detour.
It will be all right.
However, all choices cannot be repented after taking that step.
Nan Dao thought in silence for a long time, holding his sword and walking slowly towards there.
He didn't go to the dark door.
Nan Dao stopped at a dark wall.
Then he held the sword in his hand, jumped up onto the tall black wall.
The outer courtyard of Heavenly Prison was empty, except for many white flowers blooming on the trees in the courtyard. The fallen flowers looked like broken snow in the night.
Nan Dao crouched cautiously on the eaves of the wall, observing the scene in the yard.
The courtyard is full of pear blossoms, with extremely vivid black and white colors. There is a path that passes through the pear trees and goes deep. At the end is an equally dark door, which is also closed like the outermost door.
Absolute silence.
It was as if the entire Heavenly Prison had left overnight.
Nan Dao held the black umbrella and felt extremely strange. After a little hesitation, he jumped off the wall and landed under a pear tree.
In the courtyard with the sound of pear blossoms falling to the ground, there is naturally a lot of movement in the South Island.
However, nothing stirred except for the bodies of a few pear blossoms rolling around under the tree.
Nan Dao did not dare to mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth easily.
Practitioners can naturally detect this change in vitality.
Therefore, the best killers in the world will always be from Liuyun Sword Sect.
Nan Dao walked slowly under the pear tree holding an umbrella, and the rustling sound of the peach blossom sword inserted in the soil under the tree could be clearly heard.
The Heavenly Hell seems particularly strange tonight.
But Nan Dao had no intention of leaving.
When he walked into this alley, he had no intention of leaving.
As we set foot on the trail, the stars were sparse in the night, and a few pear blossoms were rolling slightly.
Nandao moved forward along the trail.
Stopped in front of the gate of the inner courtyard.
After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and pressed it on the door. But before he could exert any force, he stopped and lowered his head to look at his feet.
There was something black slowly flowing out along the crack of the door.
If it is daytime, you can naturally see that it is not black, but a kind of bright red.
The fallen flowers suddenly rolled up on the ground.
The black door behind him slowly opened.
Nan Dao turned around suddenly.
However, there was nothing outside the door, just an empty alley with a few leaves turning.
It seems that the wind just blows up.
It was like blowing open the door.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, turned around, and then clenched the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand.
The door to the inner courtyard opened.
Someone was sitting in the yard, looking at Nan Dao with an indifferent expression.
