When Nan Dao limped to Jian Zong with his sword in hand, he saw Zhang Xiaoyu and Hu Lu squatting at the door together, using square inches to pry the broken stone steps at the door of Jian Zong. It looked very funny. .
Nan Dao stood there stunned.
Shushu wouldn't really start a fight with the Jianzong people.
Nan Dao hurried over. Zhang Xiaoyu was squatting under the eaves. He looked elegant in white clothes, but with his other hand he was holding up the stone bar that had just been pried out. , looking over and over again.
Although for a practitioner, lifting such a stone is nothing.
But it was clear that one second it was a normal human painting, and the next second it turned into this picture.
When Nan Dao watched Xiao Yu, he felt inexplicably inconsistent and...
Sexy?
So Nan Dao stood in front of the stone steps for a while before realizing what he wanted to ask.
"Where's Shushu?"
Hu Luweng said angrily: "I chopped it into pieces and threw it into the river."
Nan Dao ignored him, looking like he had been beaten by Shushu, and turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked at the stone strip, then turned it over, put the notched side underneath, stuffed it back into the stone steps, and used the square inch in his hand to tap it firmly, and then He said slowly: "She was taken to Tomb Mountain by Senior Brother Huai Feng."
Nan Dao sighed, feeling that he had some responsibility for this matter, mainly because no one expected that the cute and cute Shushu would become so violent.
He turned around and glanced at Hu Lu, who was covering his face. The small palm print hadn't gone away yet.
"She beat you up?"
Hu Lu didn't speak, just hummed twice and turned his back.
Zhang Xiaoyu was prying another stone step, then raised it to look at it, and said with a smile: "Don't ask about this thing, if I hadn't come, Hu Lu would have almost become a sinner between the human and demon clans today. .”
Hu Lu put down her hand angrily, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "I kept my hand but she didn't. Why does this become my problem?"
Zhang Xiaoyu just said calmly: "Just tell me if you almost died today."
Hu Lu had nothing to say, so he took the square-inch sword from Zhang Xiaoyu's hand, ran to the other side and sat down in front of a curtain of drizzle.
Nan Dao asked curiously: "Why is this related to the relationship between the two races again?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile: "When the demon clan returned to the human world, the Human Sword Sect was the biggest supporter. If Shushu killed Hu Lu at the door of the Human Sword Sect today, what do you think the entire human world would think?"
Only then did Nan Dao understand the relationship.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned over the stone steps in his hand and stuffed them back. There were still some that were not turned over, so he stared at the Peach Blossom Sword behind Nan Dao.
"Lend me your sword for a moment."
Nan Dao took a step back and said, "No, my sword cannot withstand such random prying."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Hu Lu, who was holding the sword and completely ignoring Zhang Xiaoyu, so that he would know the consequences of mocking him. Zhang Xiaoyu then looked at Nandao again.
Nan Dao shook his head helplessly, took the Peach Blossom Sword from his back, and threw it to Zhang Xiaoyu: "If you make a hole in it, I will tell Mr. Qiu that it was you."
Zhang Xiaoyu pulled out his sword with a smile, inserted it into the gap between the stone steps with a clang, and used it with extremely ferocious force.
"Junior brother, don't worry. Look, it's fine, so why is there a gap?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile.
But before the words could even be finished, a crisp sound was heard.
The two of them fell silent and looked at the tip of the poorly made peach blossom sword. There, a piece of iron the size of a fingernail broke and flew away. They didn't know where it flew.
Zhang Xiaoyu pulled out the sword extremely quickly, stuffed it back into the scabbard, then threw it into Nan Dao's arms, turned around and slipped towards the main gate of the Sword Sect.
The young boy Hu Lu finally found a chance to take revenge and suddenly stretched out a foot on Zhang Xiaoyu's path to escape.
"Ouch!"
Zhang Xiaoyu fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Nan Dao looked down at the Peach Blossom Sword in his arms and took a deep breath.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around, sat there wiping the dust on his face, looked at Nan Dao with an innocent face, and said: "Junior brother, look, you must be lazy. You draw the sword too few times, causing the sword to be damaged." The impurities in the body were not completely burned and the sword body collapsed due to insufficient cohesion. I can’t blame you for that.”
Nan Dao was silent.
Ah, yes, yes.
Pulling out the Peach Blossom Sword and looking at the gap on the sword's tip with a distressed look, Nan Dao sighed.
"Senior brother, I don't blame you either."
"really?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was overjoyed.
"Seriously." Nan Dao gritted his teeth and said, "When senior brother's sword comes back someday, it will just break a hole in me."
Nan Dao originally thought that Zhang Xiaoyu would shirk it with a playful smile, but he didn't expect that after Zhang Xiaoyu heard this sentence, he was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Okay."
Nandao won't be able to deal with this.
Zhang Xiaoyu then laughed, looked at Nan Dao and said, "You can't take it seriously, you want to eat shit."
Zhang Xiaoyu got up as he spoke, turned around and ran towards the Sword Sect.
Nan Dao did not catch up, but smiled softly and watched Zhang Xiaoyu leave.
This is the right kind of senior brother Zhang.
The sudden silence almost made Nan Dao think that he was the one who was going to be killed by the causal sword thrown into the river of time.
How could senior brother kill himself?
Nan Dao turned around with a smile and limped towards the tomb hill in the center of Nanyi City.
After Nan Dao left for a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu poked his head out from behind the door. He thought Nan Dao was still crouching here, but he only saw the back of the young man walking away with an umbrella in the drizzle.
Stupid boy!
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly in his heart, and turned around to find another young boy, Hu Lu, staring at him intently.
"Look at you."
Hu Lu didn't mean to joke, he just looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly, and then said softly: "Senior brother."
"?"
"What were you thinking about when you were silent just now?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at his junior brother quietly, walked over and touched his head.
"Don't think so much, little brat!"
...
"I suddenly understood what Liu Sanyue didn't say when he died last night."
Chen Huaifeng sat under a tombstone at the top of the tomb mountain and spoke softly.
"He wanted to remind me that Nanyi City doesn't know anything about his return. At least, someone knows about his return."
On the silent tomb hill in the night, there are dots of fireflies floating everywhere.
Shushu was left not far away by the sword light, standing there silently.
Chen Huaifeng turned around and the Wolfberry Sword fell on his lap. The thirty-two-year-old Jianzong brother who was usually used to smiling and drinking tea now looked extremely calm and indifferent.
"Would you like to guess what he wanted to say at that time?" Chen Huaifeng looked at Shushu calmly and said.
Shushu remained silent for a long time, the green fluorescence floating in the drizzle surrounding him coolly.
Maybe Shushu was guessing, maybe not, but she didn't say anything.
Chen Huaifeng lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.
Shushu seemed to understand something, and said in a difficult voice: "He will ask you to kill me."
"Yes."
Chen Huaifeng's answer was extremely brief, as fast as a sword suddenly passing through his chest.
But Chen Huaifeng's sword was still in his lap.
Shushu didn't actually fall down after being hit by the sword. In just a moment, the chill from those two words spread throughout his body.
This little little mouse demon girl who parades on the Nanyi River all day long, using her cuteness to exchange for the love of the world, thinks of the young man who smiles gently but also sincerely talks about many reasons, and also looks at this calm sitting on the tomb mountain. Brother Jianzong.
She didn't know why, but she felt a chill in her teeth, so she crossed her arms, looked at Chen Huaifeng with a pale face, and asked, "Why?"
Chen Huaifeng looked at Nanyi City outside the drizzle and fluorescent light, and said calmly: "Nanyi City is peaceful, and the people in Nanyi City are gentle, but Shushu, you have to know."
"A person who is neither utopian nor idealistic must be decisive and decisive when doing something."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the trembling girl.
"Even if he is Liu Sanyue who is full of love and sincerity for the world, even if I am Chen Huaifeng who is as plain as water and longs for peace, or even if I am Zhang Xiaoyu who is lazy and addicted to playing cards all day long."
"Between personal life and death and human life and death, our choices are often sharp and rapid."
Chen Huaifeng said calmly.
"So I only thought for a moment and chose to let Liu Sanyue die."
"Liu Sanyue may have hesitated a little, so he was burned to death by sword fire before he had time to finish his words."
Shushu looked down at his shabby clothes and said softly: "But I walked out on my own, and walked out from the secrets buried in that story."
"Yes." Chen Huaifeng said calmly.
Shushu trembled all over, suddenly understanding the story from many years ago.
What is the great calamity that fortune teller talks about.
Is that so?
But isn’t it because I followed his advice that I am where I am today?
What is destiny?
Or, as the fortune teller puts it - how do you know this is not what fate intended?
Shushu thought sadly.
However, in those sorrows, there seemed to be a lot of anger.
"So for you, the so-called non-idealism consists in sacrificing some small people living in the world in exchange for the so-called greatness and heroism?"
Scrat's anger is not difficult to understand.
Because in the story of Liu Sanyue and Chen Huaifeng, the little girl is the one who will be sacrificed in the choice.
Therefore, Chen Huaifeng said with pity: "We never think this is a great or heroic thing. On the contrary, we think this is a sad thing. But in front of Nanyi City, which may be about to collapse, we have no time to take into account this emotion. We have no right to evaluate whether one person's sacrifice is more important than the sacrifice of tens of millions of people, but when we look at the world, we have to make a choice."
Shushu fell silent and walked slowly towards Chen Huaifeng. She thought about escaping from the tomb mountain.
But for people like Chen Huaifeng who are only one step away from stepping into the great road, little monsters like Shushu cannot escape.
So Shushu walked towards Chen Huaifeng and sat down in front of him.
"We should have known each other for many years." Shushu said softly.
"Yes."
"So do you have to kill me today?"
Chen Huaifeng did not speak, but just held the sword in his hand.
...
When Nan Dao limped to those tomb hills surrounded by long rivers, it was already very late in the world.
Therefore, the cold drizzle all over the river is rippling with countless tiny fluorescent lights.
This is the second time Nan Dao has come here. The last time was during All Souls' Day. At that time, he only stayed on the periphery of the crowd and did not really go to the foot of the tomb mountain.
The tall pavilions beside the river were soaked in the drizzle, exuding a cold chill.
Nan Dao walked through the deserted streets, crossed a stone bridge under an umbrella, and stepped onto the mountain path of Tomb Mountain.
Looking up, I couldn't see anything in the drizzle.
Only countless green lights floated quietly, letting the drizzle wash them away.
Nan Dao was walking slowly on those mountain roads with his Peach Blossom Sword. Countless tombstones on both sides were silent, completely different from what he saw on All Souls' Day.
Tomb Hill at that time was a lively and prosperous place.
But now it's just cold and lonely.
This made Nan Dao feel a little uneasy.
It wasn't the atmosphere that made me feel dangerous.
Just walking in such an environment will inevitably make people think of many bad things due to synaesthesia.
Nandao was a little worried about Shushu.
Zhang Xiaoyu said that Shushu was taken to Tomb Mountain by his senior brother.
Nan Dao didn't know his senior brother.
So I was a little nervous.
But he still had to take a look after all, after all, Shushu had helped him several times.
Nan Dao sighed as he climbed the mountain road with difficulty.
There are stone steps here, but perhaps because few people come here, there is a lot of moss on the stone steps on the mountain path. They are a bit slippery in the rain, and you may fall if you are not careful.
Nandao had been climbing for a long time before finally seeing a small sitting figure under the huge stone monument.
What about Shushu?
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment. Why did he only see one figure there?
Nan Dao had a bad feeling in his heart and walked up quickly with his sword in hand.
Chen Huaifeng sat there calmly, with the wolfberry sword that was not completely sheathed on his lap.
Nan Dao hurriedly walked up and looked at the strange but somewhat familiar Sword Sect brother sitting in front of him in the rain, and then his eyes fell on the sword on his knee.
After a long silence, Nan Dao finally said, "Where is Shushu?"
Chen Huaifeng did not speak, but looked at Nan Dao curiously, at the confusion in Nan Dao's expression, and at the same strange but familiar look.
After a long time, Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "I am very curious. She wants to find Liu Sanyue because Liu Sanyue's life and death are related to her life and death. What about you, Nan Dao, what are you doing? ?”
Nan Dao looked at Chen Huaifeng in silence, and after a long time he said softly: "Maybe, I am still a good person now?"
Chen Huaifeng raised his eyebrows and said, "You are still a good person now. What do you mean?"
Nan Dao recalled the pain caused to him by those dreams and cruel reality when he woke up today. He also recalled the conversations he had with Chen He at Tingfengtai a long time ago.
"The future of a person is unknown. I don't know if I can control my desire to descend in some pain - this is the meaning of this sentence."
"That's it." Chen Huaifeng nodded thoughtfully.
"So where is Shushu?" Nan Dao, who was still considered a good person at the moment, asked in pursuit.
Chen Huaifeng looked at Nan Dao calmly and dropped the sword in his lap in front of him.
Nan Dao didn't know what this meant. He remained silent for a while, inserted the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand into the soil, leaned over and picked up the sword with the word "wolfberry" engraved on it.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, smelling the faint smell of blood, then put the scabbard on the arm holding the umbrella, and slowly pulled out the sword.
Drops of bright red liquid slowly dripped down from the gap between the sword body and the scabbard.
Nan Dao pulled out half of it, then froze there, looking up at Chen Huaifeng.
"Why?"
Chen Huaifeng raised his hand, and a sword wind put the sword back into its sheath. The crisp sound made Nan Dao startled.
But it's just sheathing the sword.
Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "Because some stories cannot be known to outsiders."
Nan Dao stood there in silence for a long time before putting down the wolfberry sword in his hand and looking at Chen Huaifeng quietly.
"what about me?"
Chen Huaifeng knew what Nandao meant, so he smiled lightly and said, "You are not considered an outsider."
"I am not from the Human Sword Sect."
"But you are from the Human Sword Sect."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, looked at Chen Huaifeng and said slowly: "Is there any difference between the two?"
Chen Huaifeng chuckled softly and said: "I, Chen Huaifeng, am a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard. Your sword sect is tougher and more powerful than mine. If no one knows that you are here, I will naturally kill you." , but if someone knows about it, I won’t dare to kill him, so if you break the rules, you won’t be an outsider.”
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, then raised his hand to hold his Peach Blossom Sword.
"If I was looking for death myself, it probably wouldn't count."
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a while, looked at Nan Dao's movements, and asked, "Why?"
Nan Dao smiled and said: "Because I am still a good person. Since I am a good person, I know the principle of repaying kindness with kindness and repaying evil with straightness."
"Is there any grudge between us?"
"There is some kindness between Shushu and me - although I can't remember what kind of kindness it is after a good sleep." Nan Dao said calmly, "But I think I should be able to draw the sword for her. "
Before Nan Dao finished speaking, the Peach Blossom Sword was already exposed in the drizzle.
Chen Huaifeng sighed and raised his hand.
But the sword was not drawn.
Instead, he rubbed his eyebrows.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, get these silly spores away!"
Chen Huaifeng said very distressedly.
A man dressed in white appeared on the tomb mountain. Before Nan Dao could react, he was carried by a gust of sword wind and sent to the south of the city.
Zhang Xiaoyu's figure appeared on the tomb mountain. Before he could say anything with a playful smile, Chen Huaifeng hit him on the head with a loud bang.
"You said you would be taken away by me. Why did you reveal your location?"
Zhang Xiaoyu covered his head and said with a smile: "Isn't it because you are too bored in Tomb Mountain?"
"You know you're bored, why don't you bring me a cup of tea?"
Chen Huaifeng said angrily.
"Next time, definitely next time."
Zhang Xiaoyu laughed and said.
The two of them looked at the world on Yeyu Tomb Mountain for a long time.
"Where's Shushu?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked.
"Knock them out and send them away, these two fools." Chen Huaifeng sighed.
Zhang Xiaoyu said oh.
"Blood on the sword?"
"The tomb hill is full of rats."
"..." Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng, speechless, turned to look at the world, and asked the last question.
"Where's Liu Sanyue?"
Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "I killed him."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, said nothing, turned into sword light and left the tomb mountain.
