Shushu stood at the head of the boat in disbelief, holding his pennies.
She heard the news that the world was running to tell.
So the boat drifted aimlessly in the middle of the river.
She thought she had heard wrongly, so after being stunned for a long time, she followed the footsteps of those people in the boat.
Then I heard it right.
People are talking about the death of Liu Sanyue, the Minister of War from Huaidu, in Daze.
This is something Tianji himself admitted.
They also saw the bloody clothes.
Shushu frowned and stopped on the shore. Listening to the people's comments, he couldn't help but feel at a loss.
If it is true that Liu Sanyue died in Daze, as they said, then who was the man who took the boat to the Human Sword Sect last night with scars all over his body?
Shushu fell silent and headed upstream of the Nanyi River in the boat.
She was going to visit the Human Sword Sect.
Going upstream, Shushu came to the upper reaches of the river. When he was outside the Jianzong Garden, the news from the human world had not yet reached here. The young boy Hu Lu sat far away at the gate, yawning boredly.
Shushu remembers clearly that the young man landed here last night, and then went to the Human Sword Sect. He was kind enough not to take his money and let him owe it first.
Shushu thought for a long time in silence, thinking that it couldn't be a dream?
So he waved his hands and shouted, calling the young boy Hu Lu over.
"Huluwa Huluwa!"
Hu Lu yawned and walked over holding his sword.
"What's wrong, are you going crazy?"
Hu Lu's tone of voice made Shu Shu think he was talking about a crazy middle-aged man.
But after thinking about it, I didn't care so much about Hu Lu. After all, I also called him Hu Luwa.
"Did you see anyone walking into the Sword Sect last night?" Shushu asked, and added, "It must have been on crutches."
Hu Lu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "It seems there is?"
Shushu was about to ask Hu Lu if he was Liu Sanyue, when he saw Hu Lu thinking hesitantly for a while and said, "That seems to be Ximen. I don't know why he came to Jianzong in the middle of the night."
Shushu froze there.
Simon?
She had only seen Ximen not long ago. It seemed that someone had sharpened his sword and was sitting by the river in a daze.
Shushu was about to say something when he heard Hu Lu continue: "He seems to have come again this morning. He seems to have been injured, and he doesn't know what he is doing?"
Shushu froze there.
Injured, on crutches.
Could it be that I really remembered it wrong?
Shushu stood at the bow of the boat holding his pennies, thinking about what happened last night. When Hu Lu, a young boy, saw Shushu like this, he asked with some confusion: "Why are you asking these questions?"
Shushu looked at the Jianzong door behind Hu Lu in silence, smiled reluctantly, and said: "Nothing, nothing, just a little curious. I seemed to have seen something last night, and thought Jianzong had been invaded."
Hu Lu waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Okay, but generally no one in the world would dare to steal Jian Zong's things."
The young boy Hu Lu yawned and slowly returned to the gate of Jianzong and sat down.
Shushu stood in the boat and stared at it for a long time, put away the pennant in his hand, and let the boat be slowly pushed downstream by the river.
After floating on the Nanyi River for a long time, Shushu was in a daze today. She didn't even notice that several people were waving at the shore. If it was normal, Shushu would have already passed by in a small boat.
But today Shushu was in no mood.
Letting the boat float on the river, Shushu retreated into the cabin and began to count the money.
Rat Rat has an average memory, but has a good memory when it comes to money.
So she wanted to count whether such a thing happened last night.
It took Shushu a long time to count the money in the jar.
There is indeed one missing - if what happened last night is true.
Could it be that I was crazy about money, so I constructed such a thing in my dream, and even thought of an excuse for the lack of money after I woke up?
Shushu suddenly remembered something, ran out of the boat, picked up the pennant, and headed downstream until he stopped at the place where he met the man yesterday.
If I remember correctly, the man who called himself Liu Sanyue got on the boat here last night. He stood on the railing and was dragged by me.
There should be some traces left here.
Shushu stopped on the shore and leaned forward to look at the guardrail.
It was clean and nothing was left.
Shushu was silent for a long time, looking up at the drizzle in the sky, and suddenly understood something - those blood stains should have been washed away by the rain!
So Shushu put his feet up and put his nose to the guardrails.
A faint smell of blood instantly poured into Shushu's nostrils.
Shushu stood there blankly.
Yes, someone did leave a trail of blood here last night.
And that person must not be Ximen - Shushu certainly recognizes Ximen, a patrol officer in Nanyi City who is quite famous.
Shushu was still in a daze, and another face came close to him. Shushu was startled and he retracted the bow of the boat.
"What are you doing?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Shushu with a curious look on his face.
Shushu felt a little chilly. He looked at Zhang Xiaoyu from the Human Sword Sect for a long time, then smiled and said, "I seemed to smell the smell of steamed buns, so I took a whiff."
Zhang Xiaoyu was shocked.
"Are you really a rat demon and not a dog demon?" Zhang Xiaoyu said in surprise, "I just took a bite of steamed buns before, and you can smell it from so far away."
Shushu was stunned for a moment, then followed Zhang Xiaoyu's words: "Haha, yes, what kind of buns did you eat?"
Zhang Xiaoyu licked his lips and said, "The vegetable buns were given to me by a Lingnan sword cultivator. They are so damn delicious. If you eat them again someday, I will keep half of them for you."
"Okay, okay, thank you, Senior Brother Xiaoyu."
"We have to find a way to trick the sword cultivator who knows how to make steamed buns." Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile and walked along the river.
"Senior Brother Huai Feng doesn't seem to have a wife yet. Why don't we trick him into being his wife, so that we can eat those kinds of steamed buns every day."
Zhang Xiaoyu walked away in the drizzle.
Shushu breathed a long sigh of relief, sat down on the bow of the boat, and watched Zhang Xiaoyu's leaving figure quietly.
But he also confirmed his guess.
Someone did go to the Human Sword Sect in his own boat last night.
If that person is really Qingtian Dao Liu Sanyue, as he said, then who died in Daze?
Why did he never come out after he went to the Human Sword Sect?
Or.
Liu Sanyue actually didn't die in Dazeli?
For the latter guess, Shushu only dared to guess the first half.
Sitting at the head of the boat, Shushu suddenly felt extremely cold.
What happened in the Human Sword Sect?
Shushu's face was a little pale. After resting for a long time, he stood up again, held the boat, and sailed towards the upper reaches of the Nanyi River again.
She wanted to see how the Human Sword Sect reacted.
...
The young boy Hu Lu looked at the people who were discussing not far away with a surprised look on his face.
Liu Sanyue is dead?
Who is Liu Sanyue?
When did he come?
The sleepy young man sitting at the door of Jianzong all day long has a feeling of being aloof from the world.
He didn't notice at all that a small boat was parked under a certain willow tree on the bank of the river outside the Jianzong Garden.
The girl Shushu hid under the lush and drooping willow branches, stuck out her little face, and looked over there from a distance.
She saw Hu Lu's expression.
Does he really not know about Liu Sanyue?
Shushu sat at the head of the boat full of doubts, looking around.
Not long after, Zhang Xiaoyu, who had been wandering all the way, came back.
Perhaps because of some worries, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't hear the discussions on the road. It wasn't until Hu Lu, who was sitting at the door of Jianzong, told him about it that Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment.
"Liu Sanyue is dead?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Hu Lu and asked.
Hu Lu nodded: "Yes, senior brother, didn't you hear them talking on the way back?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and shook his head.
Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's expression, Hu Lu suddenly remembered who Liu Sanyue was.
Zhang Xiaoyu mentioned it before.
I used a wonderful adjective - bastard.
What's wrong with Liu Sanyue, this bastard?
Hu Lu then remembered that this person named Liu Sanyue seemed to be very familiar with Zhang Xiaoyu before?
"Where did the news come from?"
"It seems like hell." Hu Lu thought about the people who were telling the story vividly, and some even started to make up stories, such as how he was at the edge of Daze at that time and saw Liu Sanyue and someone in the heavy fog with his own eyes. This huge existence fought for three days and three nights, and then died of exhaustion, leaving only a piece of blood-stained clothing floating back.
It's quite ridiculous though.
But I have to admit that Hu Lu was quite fascinated by what he heard.
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly understood something.
If this news comes from elsewhere, then it may not be untrustworthy. As for the news from Heavenly Prison, it must come from the west gate.
Recalling what he had just said to Ximen early this morning, Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself that this guy was quite smart and knew how to let the news out first.
But Zhang Xiaoyu still pretended to be sad.
"That's such a shame."
Zhang Xiaoyu said sadly and patted Hu Lu on the shoulder, "My condolences."
Hu Lu was stunned for a moment and said, "Why should I express my condolences?"
Zhang Xiaoyu reacted and raised Hu Lu's hand to his shoulder.
"I mourn, I mourn."
"?"
Hu Lu was confused.
Zhang Xiaoyu had already slipped in in a hurry.
...
Shushu sat at the head of the boat, looking at the scene outside the Jianzong Garden, but he also fell into confusion.
Is there really no problem with the Human Sword Sect?
Shushu was silent for a long time.
Recalling the smell of blood that I smelled there before, I became determined again.
There must be something wrong with the Human Sword Sect.
It’s just that not everyone has a problem.
Maybe it's just one person.
for example.
Senior Brother Chen Huaifeng.
Shushu was a little timid when he thought of this name.
Who in Nanyi City is not afraid of this senior who likes to drink wolfberry tea?
Shushu looked back at the big clay pot in the cabin.
There was a penny missing.
Of course Shushu loves money the most.
Especially the money in the clay pot.
Because it is related to her disaster.
Shushu sighed for a long time and stood up holding his pennies.
"Brave Shushu, not afraid of difficulties!"
...
Chen He slept until the afternoon and woke up dizzy in the lounge of Tingfeng Tower.
After pushing the door open and walking out, he found Nan Dao sitting on the edge of the stage, holding an umbrella and drinking wine silently.
Chen He was a little frightened by the smell of wine now. Who would have thought that Zhang Xiaoyu, who looked lazy, could be so good at drinking. Chen He drank and became dazed.
It seemed that Zhang Xiaoyu had sent him back.
Chen He covered his mouth and nose and walked to the listening platform, smelling the fresh smell of the bamboo forest in the drizzle. Then he felt better. He turned to look at Nan Dao and said, "When did you come back?"
Nan Dao lowered his head to drink wine and said softly: "Soon after you come back."
There was a wistful tone in Nan Dao's words, as if something had happened. Chen He clearly remembered that Nan Dao was not like this before.
So he joked: "Why did you suddenly become like this? Did something happen on the way back that made you lose your soul? Or are you not actually Nan Dao?"
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment, looking down at the drink in the glass. He was silent for a while, but then he laughed.
"But I am indeed South Island."
Chen He always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence.
But he couldn't find anything wrong, he just looked at Nan Dao strangely.
Nan Dao drank up the glass of wine in front of him, put down the glass and stood up, leaning on the guardrail without saying anything.
Of course he is Nan Dao, the Nan Dao who had a big dream and then his dream was shattered.
Instead of peach blossoms.
Under the huge peach tree in the sea of gods, there was a man in white with a peach blossom face sitting there silently holding a sword.
But Chen He didn't know.
So Nan Dao didn't say anything, just smiled and said: "It's nothing, just a little emotional."
Chen He saw that the smile on Nan Dao's face didn't look fake, so he didn't continue. He just said jokingly: "What are you feeling? You heard the spring rain coming from the wind tower, and you know who I am today?"
Nan Dao smiled and said, "You can say that."
Chen He listened to Nan Dao's words and thought for a long time. He only thought that the things he saw on the top of Nanyi City made Nan Dao a little worried, so he started to think randomly and patted him on the shoulder. Did not say.
The two stood at the listening platform for a while. Chen He still felt a little dizzy, so he went back to the room and lay down.
Nan Dao watched the spring rain falling under the umbrella for a long time.
It turns out that I am really just a person under the umbrella.
Nan Dao thought with regret.
Sighing, he picked up the two swords from the ground and carried them behind his back. Nan Dao walked downstairs.
There was some noise in the courtyard today.
Nan Dao walked past the noise in silence.
The students hurriedly walked by on the road, discussing the news coming from Heavenly Hell.
The news of Liu Sanyue's death from Huaidu made these students who used to be indifferent to worldly affairs also feel some uneasiness, and they all walked around with some worry.
Nan Dao listened silently, but didn't pay attention. He walked through the apricot blossom paths and went to Jingsi Lake.
When I arrived at Jingsi Lake, I was surprised to find that Cao Weiying was also here.
He was by the lake, holding a wine gourd and a fishing rod in his hand, as if he was fishing.
Perhaps because the news in the world is not very good, there are not many people by the lake.
Cao Weiying heard the uncoordinated footsteps in the distance, turned her head and glanced at Nandao, smiled guiltily, and turned back again.
Nan Dao didn't say anything. He just walked to the lakeside with the sword on his back, then took off the Peach Blossom Sword and began to practice the sword piercing the flowers.
Nan Dao hasn't practiced sword practice for a long time.
So when I drew the sword, I was inevitably a little unfamiliar. I stabbed the sword ten times in a row before I regained some of that feeling.
I just pity those white magnolias that fell innocently.
Seeing Nan Dao's appearance, Cao Weiying didn't bother him. She just drank wine and looked at the straight line hanging into the water.
Nan Dao kept drawing his sword, but his heart gradually became a little sad.
So the sword became faster and faster.
Until the sword body is covered with white magnolia.
There is silence beside Jingsi Lake.
Nan Dao looked down at the sword in his hand and the scattered petals everywhere, and said softly: "Is that you in my dream?"
Cao Weiying looked at the spring water with shallow ripples in the lake, smiled softly, and said: "If you think it is, then it is, if you think it is not, then it is not."
Nan Dao fell silent, lifted the Peach Blossom Sword to the position of the umbrella rib, and then slowly pushed it flat against the umbrella rib, and the white flowers on the sword fell messily.
Like a broken and scattered dream.
Nan Dao took the sword back, put it into its sheath, and sat down next to Sowei Ying.
"So the umbrella in the dream was also brought here by you."
Since Nan Dao said this, it means that he thinks so.
So Cao Weiying chuckled and said, "Yes."
"Why?"
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at Cao Weiying sitting outside the umbrella fishing.
Cao Weiying just laughed softly, shook her head, and said nothing.
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at the lake of late spring water.
Nan Dao naturally knows why.
It's just that I feel a little regretful after all.
That dream was too short.
Just like that, no one would be willing to wake up in such a hurry.
Nan Dao looked at Jingsi Lake in silence for a long time, then said, "Can I ask you a question?"
Cao Weiying said calmly: "This is a meaningless question."
"You know what I want to ask?"
"I not only know what you want to ask, I even know more things." Cao Weiying turned to look at Nan Dao under the umbrella and said calmly, "But I have forgotten those things."
Cao Weiying lifted the fishing rod up. The bait on the hook had been completely eaten, leaving nothing behind.
Or maybe there was no bait in the first place.
Cao changed positions for Yingying and threw the fishing line down.
"Actually, it's a blessing to not be able to remember many things. I told you this when I was in Tianshang Town." Cao Weiying said softly, "Since you want to go over the mountain, then walk over slowly and take a look. .”
Nan Dao sighed and clenched the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand.
"But this is a painful thing. I may not have realized it before, but when I woke up from that dream, I suddenly realized it."
Cao Weiying said calmly: "Is there anything that is not painful? When we climbed over the mountain, it was also painful."
Nan Dao was silent.
Cao Weiying looked up at Xiao Yu and smiled softly.
"You are only fifteen years old, what do you have to worry about? Even if you wait until you are twenty-five or thirty-five, you don't have to worry about it. The story is very long. This life is not over yet. You can still do it. Come again in the next life.”
Nan Dao also laughed. Looking at the comforting smile on the face of the young man in Qing Shang, he said softly: "This doesn't sound like comforting words."
Cao Weiying tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe I'm not very good at comforting people?"
Cao Weiying is only good at drinking and forgetting a lot of worries.
