Just like what Taohua said when she woke up in Nandao.
Destiny comes in all directions.
Whether facing or facing away.
There is no way to escape from those big rivers.
Nan Dao did not continue to ask why Cao Weiying woke him up from his dream.
Of course, one cannot live in a sweet dream all his life.
The so-called dream.
For example, the sunset in the forest is always fleeting and fleeting.
Of course it is very beautiful.
So if given the chance to do it again.
Nan Dao will not refuse.
So Nan Dao began to return to reality by the Jingsi Lake, thinking about the future.
Hua Wuxi's story has ended.
The people of He Zong also believed in Nan Dao's death and left.
But the South Island still has many unfinished stories.
For example, a sword that wears flowers, or a sword intention.
Nan Dao didn't know whether Qiu Xi'er, who had returned to Mojian Cliff, would be waiting for him, but he always wanted to go to the cliff to have a look.
But Mojian Cliff is naturally not something you can just go to if you want.
Nan Dao has never seen that high cliff on earth, nor has he set foot on those long steps full of sword intent.
So he sat for a long time, pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword again, and looked at the sword intentions surrounding it - during the time when Nan Dao was dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Period, there were many more sword intentions, and it should be the credit of Peach Blossom. .
"If I remember correctly, you should have said that you are good at swordsmanship." Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying aside.
Cao Weiying held the gourd and thought for a while, then said, "It seems so."
"So what is my current sword intention realm?"
Cao Weiying glanced at Nandao and then back to the lake.
"Not popular."
"...."
Nan Dao looked at the sword intent on the blue-black sword in silence, "I thought that even if there is no first-level sword intent in white, at least it will not be evaluated like this."
"White clothes?" Cao Weiying chuckled and said, "Do you know what this name represents?"
Nan Dao was stunned and said: "Isn't it the realm of sword cultivation? Or does it represent a style of sword intention?"
Cao Weiying shook his head and said with a chuckle: "Although Bai Yi is not worthy of Bai Yi, he is a swordsman of the same generation as Taoist Saint Li Que. He is the next generation cliff master of Mojian Cliff designated by Sword Saint Qingyi. .”
Nan Dao was silent for a while. He had indeed heard about this, but he didn't know much.
"That being the case, why is the only name left in the world called Baiyi for the Sword Intent Realm?"
Cao Weiying said softly: "If you can read more biographical novels like Chen He, you will know that this is because he died too early."
"..." Nan Dao said softly, "I thought the reason why Baiyi is in the first realm is because he is not as good as Xieqiao and Qinglian."
Cao Weiying said calmly: "Baiyi is naturally more talented than them, but for the human world, a sudden appearance is meaningless."
Cao Weiying looked to Nan Dao aside.
"You have to survive first before you can see higher places."
Nan Dao raised his hand and put it on his sword. He knew Cao Weiying was looking at him, but he didn't look at him. He just looked at Jingsi Lake.
"How about me and Bai Yi?"
In a rare act of youthfulness, I didn't ask about life or death, but just asked a boy's question.
So Cao Weiying laughed.
He laughed for a long time without saying anything.
So Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying, who also looked like a young man, and said with a smile: "I don't know, you can go to the Mojian Cliff yourself and walk down the sword ladder in the future. The sword intent of a thousand feet at the bottom, It was left behind by the boy in white."
Nan Dao said softly: "Okay."
The world has always been more beautiful than white clothes.
No better than Tsing Yi.
Nan Dao stood up, looked at the sword in his hand, and then remembered that he had wanted to practice the sword before.
Cao Weiying suddenly said: "How many of the stories in the lake do you remember?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "You should remember them all?"
You should all remember it, but you just don’t remember it.
Cao Weiying thought as she looked at the wound on Nan Dao's ear.
One less hassle.
Nan Dao's eyes were very strange, and he didn't know what he was looking at.
"What's wrong?"
Cao Weiying smiled and said, "It's nothing. I was wondering why there are no fish in the lake."
Nan Dao also looked at Cao Weiying with some curiosity and said, "There are really fish in this lake?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "I don't know either."
"Then why are you fishing here?"
"Because the water in this lake does not come from the Nanyi River, and there are some things I need in it."
Nan Dao was stunned. Doesn't the water of Jingsi Lake in Xuanshu Courtyard come from Nanyi River? But Nan Dao suddenly remembered what Qiu Xi'er said back then.
The water here can nourish the Autumn Sword, but not other swords.
"Where does it come from?"
"The River Styx."
Cao Weiying said calmly, "I need some power of the Styx."
Nan Dao suddenly realized that yes, Qiu Shui Sword and Cliff Master Qiu Shui both came from the Qiu Shui south of Huangliang, known as the tail of the Styx, so they could naturally raise the broken Qiu Shui Sword. He just looked at the grass as fireflies, and was a little curious. : "What do you want the power of Styx to do?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "Because I want to know something."
Nan Dao didn't ask further, nodded, held the sword and walked toward the corridor.
"No more sword practice?"
"No more practice."
Nan Dao passed through the corridor and walked towards the outside of Xuanxu Courtyard.
Just now, he suddenly remembered the letter he had written.
I don’t know if Shushu sent the letter.
We left Xuexuyuan all the way and walked through the streets to the Nanyi River. Although Shushu was drifting on the river.
But no one knew exactly where she would appear, so Nan Dao held an umbrella and searched for her.
After walking for a long time, I saw Shushu, who was silent by the river.
Shushu looked at Nan Dao who was walking towards her with a sword on his back from a distance. However, she was really not in the mood to say hello and chat at this time, but Nan Dao walked directly towards her.
Shushu then said hello in a depressed mood: "Good morning, Nandao."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and looked up at the sky. Although it was raining, he could still tell that it was already afternoon.
"It's early for you, Shushu." Nan Dao thought for a while and returned the favor with Shushu's greeting.
"What do you want today?"
Shushu sat on the bow of the boat with his legs crossed, dangling his little feet, and said feebly.
Looking at Shushu's behavior, Nan Dao felt very strange and said, "Nothing, I just want to ask if you have sent my letter."
"Didn't you ask before?" Shushu lazily patted his chest and said, "I sent him out a long time ago, maybe he has reached the East China Sea."
Nan Dao was silent for a while. He could naturally guess who asked, but he didn't say it out loud. He just said, "Oh, I forgot. By the way, what's wrong with you?"
Shushu sighed and said: "I did a good thing and didn't charge any money, but they suddenly said that the person was dead. ε=(´ο｀*))) Alas!"
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment and said, "Is the person you are talking about Liu Sanyue?"
"Do you know anything?" Shushu's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Nan Dao and asked.
Unfortunately, Nan Dao shook his head and said, "I just heard about it."
The light in Shushu's eyes disappeared instantly. He held his chin and sat on the bow of the boat with his waist bent, and said feebly: "Okay then."
Nan Dao stood by the river, looking at the appearance of Shushu on the boat, and knew that she probably didn't want to talk to anyone, so she talked and planned to leave.
Shushu suddenly remembered something and stopped Nan Dao.
"Can you do me a favor?"
Nan Dao turned around, looked at Shushu and asked, "What can I help you with?"
Shushu tilted his head and sorted out his thoughts, feeling that he still needed to confirm to know whether Liu Sanyue was really dead.
"Help me go to the Heavenly Prison in the west of the city to find out the news and see if Liu Sanyue is really dead?"
Nan Dao was stunned and said, "How can I find out? I don't know anyone from Heaven Prison."
Shushu thought for a while and said, "Just stay nearby and listen to the root of the wall. I think this is very strange."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "You are not willing to let your money fly away like this."
Shushu blushed.
"You, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air!"
Nan Dao pointed to the piece of cloth with writing on Shushu's boat.
"I'm justified."
Shushu pulled off the piece of cloth with his backhand.
"..." Nan Dao was silent, looked at Shushu and said, "Okay, I'll go take a look. After all, I haven't even been to Heavenly Prison. If you really can't hear anything, don't blame me."
"Thank you, thank you." Shushu said with great gratitude, "Next time you ask me for help, I won't cheat you."
"..."
...
Ximen sorted out the case files that had not been burned in the Heavenly Prison, lest someone from the Shanyue City Heavenly Prison take over at that time, and the Nanyi City Heavenly Prison was still in chaos. Then he carried the broken knife on his back and walked outside.
Just now, he suddenly remembered something.
All Souls' Day baptism night.
Before Qiu Xi'er left, he used his sword to look at the sea.
Although Ximen was not in Nanyi City at that time, it was still on a green mountain somewhere in the surrounding area.
He naturally remembered that Qiu Xi'er borrowed a sword from the world at that time. If he remembered correctly, the sword seemed to be in the shape of a murder weapon.
Qiu Xi'er had been staying in Xuanxu Courtyard during that time, so the whereabouts of the sword might be related to someone in Xuanxu Courtyard.
When Ximen left Heavenly Prison this time, he was going to Xuanshuyuan.
Although he thought very simply, Ximen still stayed at the gate of Heavenly Prison for a long time before leaving.
Just as he thought before, he didn't know what the relationship between the man who repeatedly came to Heavenly Prison and Mojian Cliff was, but he decided to continue investigating.
There is nothing unoffensive about Heaven.
But the meaning of the existence of this human agency is that it is destined to take some extreme paths.
Ximen stared in the rain for a long time, then walked out holding an umbrella.
Not long after Ximen left, Nan Dao appeared in the alley holding an umbrella.
Nandao felt very weird along the way.
It was extremely quiet near the Heavenly Prison. I didn’t know what was going on, which made Nan Dao feel a little uneasy.
Although I shouldn't have committed anything, in Beitai's words, I'm just a country citizen and shouldn't be watched by heaven and hell, but I walked in such deep silence.
Nandao still feels a little scary.
While looking around, he walked to the door of Heavenly Prison.
Nan Dao originally planned to pretend to be passing by, but he never expected that the gate of Heavenly Prison was not closed.
Nan Dao looked around and saw that no passers-by were passing by. Thinking of Shushu's ardent expectations, Nan Dao gritted his teeth, held the door open and stretched his head inward.
There were only a few pear blossoms falling all over the courtyard, and they looked gray. I don’t know what happened. There seemed to be a smell of being burned by fire, but it was suppressed by the rain in late spring, so I couldn’t smell it.
what happened?
Nan Dao was confused.
Isn’t it said that Heavenly Prison is a gloomy and mysterious institution?
Why does it look so miserable?
No one?
Nan Dao hesitated a little, then tiptoed towards the inside.
After looking carefully in the yard for a long time, Nan Dao walked inside along the pear blossom path.
The door to the inner courtyard is also open.
Nan Dao cautiously looked inside, showing a strange expression, but there was still no one inside.
Aren't all the passers-by talking about it, saying that because of Liu Sanyue's death, all the people from Heavenly Prison have returned?
Nan Dao walked towards the yard suspiciously, passing through a large field of pear and plum blossoms. Nan Dao saw the burned yard on the left at the first glance.
Oh, there was a fire. It seems really unlucky.
Tough luck, tough luck.
Nan Dao thought so and looked to the right.
The door on the right was open, and there was a dark courtyard inside. Nan Dao walked over quietly again, but felt something was wrong. He was not a thief, so why was he acting like this.
So Nan Dao walked into the yard limping but also swaggering.
There were a lot of debris on the courtyard road. Nan Dao was forced to walk along the path under the trees. He saw a hall. Nan Dao originally planned to go in directly, but after looking at the mud on his shoes, he carefully cleaned it on the steps. Rubbed down.
Then he walked in with satisfaction.
At the entrance was a pile of case files with traces of burning. Nan Dao flipped through them, but didn't see any useful information, so he walked around. There was a desk next to it, and some of the ink spilled on it was still there. He didn't do anything. There was an imposing-looking sword on the side. Someone should have been inside before and seemed to have written something. Nan Dao didn't know what he wrote, so he ignored it and looked aside. Only then did he discover a blood-stained green robe hanging there.
Nan Dao walked over and looked at it for a while. There was a sentence written on it, "When will the blue sky and the moon come?"
It should be the clothes of Liu Sanyue, who is said to be from Qingtian Road?
With his clothes in this condition, he probably wouldn’t be able to survive.
Nan Dao thought for a long time and wanted to take the clothes over to show Shushu, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. After all, he was not here to be a thief.
After searching for a long time and finding nothing useful, Nan Dao walked out the same way cautiously.
Walking along the pear flower path, when he stopped at the door, Nan Dao suddenly looked back for some reason.
Then he frowned.
He didn't know why, but he felt that this scene was very familiar.
Have you ever been to Heavenly Hell?
Nan Dao thought for a long time, shook his head, and walked out.
But Nan Dao did not leave immediately. Instead, he walked out of the alley and sat down under a tree at a nearby street corner with an umbrella.
There were some old men under the tree sighing and saying something.
According to what they said, the news of Liu Sanyue's death was spread by people nearby.
There should be no changes in the first-hand news.
Nan Dao listened quietly.
"Oh, you don't know, early in the morning I saw that man running wildly on the street holding a piece of bloody clothes. It scared me to death."
"So what's going on?"
"We don't know either. Anyway, the new man named Dongmen who took over Heavenly Prison said it himself that Lord Liu is dead."
"My name is Ximen."
"It's just a door anyway, it can't be turned into a window."
"Heavenly Prison is also unlucky. First there was an internal rebellion, and then it was burned down again last night. It's better today. Liu Sanyue is still dead."
"Tsk, tsk."
Nan Dao held an umbrella and listened silently.
Someone walked by, seemingly in a hurry, and knocked Nan Dao's umbrella a little crookedly.
"Sorry." The man said politely without turning his head.
Nan Dao glanced at the back of the man. He was carrying a broken knife. He looked injured. He was staggering. He didn't know what he was doing.
After listening for a while, the old men had already begun to talk about a caterpillar as big as a thumb crawling out while shopping for groceries.
So Nan Dao held an umbrella and left.
Ximen was carrying the broken knife and was about to walk into the alley when his heart suddenly moved and he looked back at the street corner. However, he saw nothing but a group of old men bragging.
The person he accidentally bumped into before was gone.
Ximen vaguely remembered that he seemed to be carrying two swords?
After a short silence, Ximen walked back to Heavenly Prison without thinking much.
Only when he was halfway there did he remember that he had forgotten to bring Di Qianjun's sword.
Although the sword is not a good sword, it is the identity certificate of the southern dispatcher after all.
If you accidentally lose it, it will be a bit troublesome.
So Simon hurried back to get the sword.
As soon as they walked into the Heavenly Prison Courtyard, Ximen raised his eyebrows.
There are some footprints in the yard.
Ximen squatted down and looked at it for a while. It was almost exactly the same as the footprints that night.
Ximen raised his hand, held the broken knife, and walked cautiously toward the courtyard.
The thin line of footprints went all the way to the inner courtyard, and then went straight to the prison courtyard.
Ximen sneered. Sure enough, the man hadn't given up yet.
Although Simon was seriously injured, he was still Simon.
So he held the broken knife and headed towards the prison yard.
The pair of footprints passed through the pear blossom path and then reached the front of the court.
Ximen looked at the mud rubbing on the steps in silence, and tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.
That's too much!
Ximen took the knife and went to the lobby of the prison.
There is nothing inside.
That person has left here long ago.
Ximen looked at the flipped case file and took a deep breath.
Don't let me fucking catch you.
Ximen was so angry that he wanted to chase him out to have a look, but he was still recovering from his serious injury. If the man wanted to leave, Ximen would naturally not be able to catch up.
Heavenly Prison seems to have turned into a vegetable market, with people coming and going here.
Ximen took a long time to calm down and checked. Nothing was missing. Even Di Qianjun's sword was still on the case.
Ximen sighed. Although Jian Shijin and the others were not strong enough, they were naturally much better than him in managing the Heavenly Prison - at least they wouldn't be in such a mess.
When will the people from Shanyue City's Heavenly Prison come?
After standing in the Prison Court for a long time, Ximen dejectedly took Di Qianjun's sword and left the Heavenly Prison again.
