The story has no twists and turns.
Nan Dao, who came in a hurry, got the truth of a brief story and hurried towards Nanyi City.
There were bonfires outside the green hills beside the river. Only then did Nan Dao notice that the sword cultivators were not just staying at the top of Nanyi City. Under the distant comfort of those small campfires, walking in the night in Nandao was not so lonely.
However, Nan Dao inexplicably remembered the senior sister who claimed to be from the Xiaobai Sword Sect in Lingnan. He wondered if she was also in those bonfires outside the city.
I don’t know why someone from Lingnan suddenly came to look for me.
Nan Dao thought for a long time before he remembered that maybe it was because of what happened on March 5th?
Nandao really has no idea of going to Lingnan.
But when Nanyi City faced such an unknown situation, those sword cultivators who came down from the mountains one after another and bloomed everywhere in the world like wild flowers also made Nandao feel some respect.
What about Liu Sanyue?
As Nan Dao walked, he suddenly thought of this person who still didn't know what happened to him.
Although he didn't understand him well, from their few words, Nan Dao could tell that this was not a sinful person.
on the contrary.
Perhaps extremely kind.
So last night, what kind of mood did he have, walking alone through these green mountains and rivers, through the streets of the world, and finally died in Jianzong in shock?
Nan Dao looked at Nanyi City in the distance in silence.
he does not know.
Cao Weiying is right.
No one’s story is without pain.
Nan Dao returned to Nanyi City in the night with an extremely complicated mood.
The girl Shushu held her pennies horizontally and sat on the bow of the boat, waiting for her on the river south of the city.
Nan Dao stood on the street not far away for a long time, then walked towards the river through the people who were stopping in twos and threes on the street looking at the sword cultivators on the city wall and guessing in low voices.
Shushu saw Nan Dao's figure from a distance. He held his bamboo pen tightly and watched Nan Dao walking towards this side. He asked anxiously: "How is it? Did you find out anything?"
Nan Dao held an umbrella and sat down on the guardrail by the river. He tilted his head and thought for a long time before he said, "That old man told me the truth. He deceived the people in Heavenly Prison."
Shushu stood up in surprise and said, "So Liu Sanyue is really not dead?"
Nan Dao shook his head, looked at Shushu, and said with some guilt in his eyes: "No, Liu Sanyue is dead, just beside Daze. The clothes were taken off by the old man from his body."
Shushu stood at the head of the boat in a daze.
"Maybe you had a dream last night."
Nan Dao looked at Shushu and said.
Shushu was silent for a long time, pulled Nan Dao into the boat, and held the boat upstream without saying a word.
Nan Dao stood at the bow of the boat, looking at Shushu blankly, not knowing what she was going to do.
Not long after, the boat stopped and stopped on a river bank.
Shushu said calmly: "I was here last night and saw the man named Liu Sanyue. He was covered in scars and resting here leaning on the guardrail. There is still blood stains and the bloody smell here. "
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment and looked towards the guardrail.
But there was nothing.
Shushu was chuckling behind him. This posture was completely different from the usual Shushu, so when Nan Dao turned around and saw it, he felt something was wrong.
"Do you know the characteristics of a liar?" Shushu said calmly, holding the boat and continuing to move forward.
Nan Dao stood silently at the bow of the boat.
"When you say something that is contrary to what he said, he will subconsciously want to verify it to see if there are any mistakes in his lies - instead of firmly believing that he is right." Shushu said softly.
"I wasn't here last night, I just found a random place."
Nan Dao sat down at the head of the boat, unwilling to say anything.
"Do you think Shushu is really the stupid-looking little demon you saw?" Shushu smiled to himself. "Be stupid and stay a little longer, and the world will find you cute and be more willing to believe you. The story of one hundred thousand copper coins is a long one, and I can only complete it in a way that makes the world more lovable."
Nan Dao sighed inwardly as he recalled the silly and cute questions Shushu had in the past.
Those erroneous questions are naturally asked randomly.
Shushu stood on the boat for a long time holding his pennies, looking back at the South Island.
"So what's the truth of the story?"
Nan Dao sighed softly and said, "I don't know."
Shushu said nothing more, just held the boat and sailed upward slowly.
Nan Dao didn't know what she wanted to do. It took a long time before she realized something was wrong and ran over to hold the pennies.
"where are you going?"
Shushu tried to take Penny out of Nan Dao's hand, but Nan Dao held it tightly and could not move at all. Shushu looked at the young man holding a black umbrella in front of him. Although Shushu looked smaller than Nan Dao, it was just as Shushu said when the two met for the first time.
Shushu is a demon who has lived for many years and will live for many more years.
"Since you are unwilling to tell me the answer, then I will ask it myself based on what I have seen."
Where can I ask?
Naturally, it is the Human Sword Sect.
Nan Dao silently thought about what the old man who used to be a sword cultivator said in that yard.
Nanyi City doesn't need that truth.
But Ratty needs it.
Nan Dao looked back at the clay pot in the cabin that kept ringing with the fluctuation of the boat.
There's a lot of money in it.
But one article is missing.
Shushu needs to know where the money went.
Nan Dao turned back, looked at Shushu, and said softly: "Okay, I'll tell you the truth."
Shushu looked at Nandao quietly.
"Liu Sanyue is still alive." Nan Dao said briefly.
Shushu froze there.
Nan Dao sighed in his heart, even the people from Tianjing were guarding outside Daze, wanting to kill Liu Sanyue. For someone like you who wants to disrupt the situation, how could Nanyi City let you go?
So Nan Dao looked at Shushu apologetically, feeling vitality surge around him, then stepped forward and slashed towards Shushu's neck.
Of course not to kill her.
Just let her sleep for now.
Nan Dao naturally thinks of wonderful things.
But when the trace of apology flashed in his eyes, Shushu's expression changed.
Suddenly there was a surge of demonic power on the boat, and the bamboo pole that was originally held tightly by Nan Dao was forcefully pulled out by Shushu.
Before Nan Dao's hand could pass through the drizzle, he was knocked back by Shushu's palm with demonic power.
Big demons and small demons are naturally demons.
If you are born as a demon, you will naturally possess demonic powers.
Nan Dao didn't figure this out until he fell into the water.
Shushu stood in the drizzle at the head of the boat, looking at Nan Dao floating up and down with black umbrellas in the river at night, and said softly: "I know what you are thinking, but you have to know that even if there is a penny missing from the pot, , is enough to drive Shushu to a dead end."
Shushu said a long time ago that she was afraid of death.
After losing a penny, she had to face the catastrophe mentioned by the fortune teller.
She was just a little demon, how could she face the calamity spoken by such a person?
So even if you know that the sword sect in the world today may no longer be gentle.
She also wanted to ask clearly.
Nan Dao was floating in the Nanyi River, trying to use the power in the divine sea to step out of the water. Only then did he realize that his divine sea was not rich, but on the contrary, it was close to drying up.
I don’t know what Peach Blossom did.
Nan Dao had no choice but to crawl towards the embarrassed dog on the river bank.
By the time Nan Dao climbed ashore, the small boat in the drizzle of Nanyi River was already driven by the demonic power, quickly passing through the night and heading north.
Nan Dao's legs were not healed yet. Today, he traveled back and forth between Daze and Nanyi City, so he was naturally very tired.
But facing this situation, Nan Dao could only hold on to his sword and limp towards the direction of the Human Sword Sect.
.....
Shushu's boat soon stopped at the ferry in front of the gate of the Human Sword Sect.
After standing at the bow of the boat for a while, Shushu took a deep breath, tied the boat at the ferry, and then stepped out, leaving the Nanyi River where it had drifted for many years.
The young Hu Lu is dozing off in the night.
But he keenly sensed a demonic force approaching, and woke up holding Fang Cun in his hand. When he saw Shushu walking towards Jianzong in the drizzle, Hu Lu froze there.
"Are you really crazy, Shushu?"
Hu Lu said in a daze.
Shushu cannot leave the Nanyi River. This is something that many people know. Even at the beginning, people sneered at the words of Bu Suanzi, but after so many years, people gradually accepted this fact. .
That is, it seems that Shushu really cannot leave Nanyi River, otherwise he will die.
But today, Hu Lu saw with his own eyes Shushu silently holding a long bamboo pole at the ferry and heading towards Jian Zong.
Listening to Hu Lu's question, Shushu said nothing. He just held his bamboo pen and stepped on the wet ground in the drizzle, walked to the door of Jian Sect, and then said softly: "I want to meet the senior brothers in Jian Sect."
Hu Lu frowned and looked at Shushu. She always felt that something was wrong with her today. She was a little abnormal during the day, but now she seemed to be crazy.
"What do you want to do with your senior brothers?"
Shushu looked at the closed Jianzong door behind Hu Lu and said softly: "I want to ask about the whereabouts of a person."
"who?"
"Liu Sanyue."
Hu Lu sat on the steps and stared at Shushu for a long time.
"Why did you come to Jian Zong to find Liu Sanyue? Didn't he already die in Daze?"
"He didn't!" Shushu interrupted Hu Lu, "I personally delivered him to the door of your Sword Sect last night."
Hu Lu sat in a daze on the steps for a long time. He still didn't understand what happened. However, adhering to his responsibility as the gatekeeper of the Sword Sect, Hu Lu stood up, looked at Shushu under the eaves and said, "Maybe you are watching. wrong."
Shushu looked up at the young boy Hu Lu standing on the steps and said slowly: "Let me go in and take a look."
Hu Lu shook his head slightly and said: "Your current state is unstable. If I let you in, the senior brothers will blame me."
Shushu held the pennies and looked down at the tattered shoes with toes exposed.
"If you don't let me in, I will blame you too."
Hu Lu was silent for a while, looked at Shushu and said, "Why do you care so much about Liu Sanyue's life and death?"
"I don't care about his life or death. Perhaps such a person suddenly disappearing into the Sword Sect will make me feel some cold fear." Shushu said calmly, "I do care about my life and death."
"Why?"
"He owes me a penny."
Hu Lu seemed to understand something.
"Although I know this is my own problem, I shouldn't try to be a good person and do good deeds." Shushu said sadly, "I should just persist until the end and refuse to give up until I see the money."
Hu Lu sighed softly.
Shushu looked up at the young man on the steps and said slowly: "But I always have to try it for myself."
Although Hu Lu sympathizes with Shu Shu, he knows that the senior brothers who play cards in the garden all day long naturally have their own considerations, so even if it is true as Shu Shu said, Liu Sanyue entered the Jian Sect last night, and then There is no news, and Hulu will not let rats in.
So the little boy Hu Lu shook his head firmly.
Shushu didn't say anything more, and the demonic power spread out from his body and climbed along the hand holding the bamboo pole until it covered the entire bamboo pole.
Being able to march with Nanyi River for so many years, even if Shushu is just a little demon, he will naturally not be a completely incompetent existence, otherwise Nandao will not fail to attack and be driven into the river instead.
Hu Lu looked silently at Shushu, who was running toward him on the rainy night ground with all his demonic power.
I always felt as if I had seen the cute little rat floating on the river for a long time, as if it was just an illusion.
In just a dazed moment, Shushu had already appeared in front of the steps, and the bamboo pen in his hand was mercilessly sweeping towards Hulu.
Although the young Hu Lu has only entered the Taoist realm and has not practiced for a long time, he is still a disciple of Cong Ren, the human sword sect. His sword was in the sword sect, and now he only had the square inch of Cong Yan in his hand, so naturally he couldn't take it out of the sheath, so Hu Lu fell behind him, and the bamboo pole brushed against Hu Lu's chest and swept over, Hu Lu tore off a piece of clothing. He quickly entwined Fang Cun with the scabbard to prevent it from being accidentally unsheathed, and then he sat up again holding the hilt of the sword.
Shushu turned around holding the bamboo pennant, and the demonic power filled the bamboo pole, and it fell violently towards Hulu sitting on the steps.
Hu Lu unhurriedly raised Fang Cun in his hand and slashed towards the bamboo pole. Even though it had not been unsheathed, the slightest bit of sword intent involved in Fang Cun's scabbard was extremely sharp. The front end of the bamboo pole in Shushu's hand responded. However, the remaining piece of the bamboo stick remained unabated and fell on the steps in front of Hu Lu, smashing several piled stone slabs.
Jian Zong probably never thought that someone would really come here to cause trouble. Those stone steps were naturally just ordinary stone steps.
Hu Lu held the square inch and finally stood up in the drizzle, looking at Shushu with a boyish anger.
The stairs of the Human Sword Sect had not been broken in thousands of years, but they were broken here. This made the young man a little angry, and he stabbed out with his sword.
Shushu clenched the bamboo pole with both hands, and all the demonic power was attached to the bamboo pole, intertwined with the square inch of the handle.
It's just that Shushu is just a little demon after all, so even if the bamboo pole is full of demon power, it is difficult to compete with the square inch, so the bamboo pole is cut off in the middle again. Hu Lu is about to sheath the sword, but Shushu does not retreat. Instead, he moved forward sideways, avoiding the sharp blade of the scabbard. His whole body was filled with moisture from the drizzle, and he ran headlong into the arms of the young boy Hu Lu, knocking the gourd backwards heavily. At the gate of Jianzong.
Hu Lu had never thought that Shushu was so crazy. Even if his sword was just a little slanted just now, Shushu would not have hit him, but Fang Cun. Therefore, when he was knocked down at the door of Jianzong , Hu Lu was a little absent-minded.
Shushu seemed to have fallen into madness. He raised his hand and took the square inch from Hu Lu's hand. He bit open the cloth strips wrapped around the scabbard with his teeth. He pressed Hu Lu's head with one hand and tried to draw the sword with the other.
Hu Lu didn't realize that she really didn't care about anything until she saw Shushu bite the strip of cloth.
Is that penny really that important to her?
This thought flashed through Hu Lu's mind, and then the cold light shining over a square inch shone on his face.
The vitality in the Hulu Divine Sea surged wildly, and he wanted to break free from Shushu's grasp, but he never thought about this cute rat demon that drifted in the Nanyi River all day long. Although he was not a big demon, his demonic power was extremely strong. , actually suppressed the gourd firmly in front of Jian Zong's door.
Then a man dressed in white appeared at the door of Jianzong.
"If you dare to draw your sword and kill Gourd at the gate of the Human Sword Sect, the demon clan will no longer think about living peacefully in the human world."
Zhang Xiaoyu's voice was very calm.
But it was also very useful. He didn't take action to stop Shushu, but Shushu remained silent and pushed the square inch back into the scabbard.
Because this is the greatest truth in the world.
Of course people from the Human Sword Sect can be killed by the demon clan.
But he cannot be killed by a demon clan at the gate of Jianzong.
The thousands of demon clans in the world can live harmoniously and peacefully in the human world and coexist in the same room with the world. In these things, the support of the Human Sword Sect is indispensable.
Among the first names on the Tonggui Monument that stands in Nanyi City are the names of Cong Ren and Cong Zhongxiao.
If the Human Sword Sect was unwilling to let them go, those demon clans from thousands of years ago would have been trapped on the Huangliang Mountains and would not be able to cross Yunmeng Ze for the rest of their lives.
So Zhang Xiaoyu just lazily leaned against the sword sect's gate and said a lazy word.
Then Shushu put down the sword in silence.
There is no point in not letting go.
Zhang Xiaoyu is here, so naturally he won't let Shushu continue.
It's just that he doesn't want Shushu to make a mistake too completely.
Shushu silently put down his sword, let go of Hu Lu, and then knelt down towards Zhang Xiaoyu at the door of the Sword Sect.
"Senior brother, please inform me of Liu Sanyue's whereabouts."
Shushu's voice was calm but also sad.
It's nothing like that stupid little mouse demon parading on the Nanyi River.
So Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, looked at Shushu and said, "We really don't know what you're asking about."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked into the drizzle outside Jianzong.
A sword fell in the rain.
It's a wolfberry sword.
"Senior brother's sword is here, you can ask him."
Shushu turned around and looked at the sword that came from Tomb Hill. He was silent for a while, said thank you, then got up and walked into the rain.
The wolfberry sword turned into sword light and took Shushu to the tomb mountain.
Hu Lu kept coughing, stood up, and looked at the direction Shushu left with a somewhat horrified expression.
"Is Shushu really that powerful when he goes crazy?"
Zhang Xiaoyu thought about what happened to Shushu tonight and some things that happened recently, and sighed and said: "Think about it, if you have been floating in the river for many years with hope, and suddenly due to some small errors, you will... If everything falls apart, what will you do?”
Hu Lu thought for a long time, touched the red mark on her forehead that was pressed by Shushu, and said softly: "I will probably go crazy too, but shouldn't this be her own problem?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time and said, "But Jian Zong may indeed have some responsibilities."
Hu Lu scratched his head, not quite understanding.
