As Chen He and Nan Dao said, the Jianzong brothers launched an attack at the end of the 30th day, but neither side gained much, so it ended hastily.
It's just that for Nanyi City, some related stories and battles are visible, but some are not.
For example, a certain old hapless scholar has been attacked twice on a certain high mountain.
But knowing it or not is not that important sometimes.
Because not all stories can be seen.
So in the early morning of March 31st.
People were still worried about the sword cultivator in the green mountains outside.
Someone knocked on the door of Xiaozhuyuan.
When Yun Huzhidao rubbed his eyes and opened the bamboo door that was still wet with morning moisture, he saw the young man who was said to be Chen He's distant relative standing outside the door.
"It's thirty-one today." Cao Weiying said with a smile, "Forget it, Mr. Yunhu."
Yunhu looked at the smile on the young man's face and thought for a long time before he remembered what he had said before.
So I looked outside the door for a long time, but it seemed that only Cao Weiying was there.
Yun Huzhidao scratched his head and said with some confusion: "How to calculate it?"
Cao Weiying smiled, walked outside, and said, "Sir, come with me."
Yun Hu didn't know why, but out of trust in Chen He, he still kept up with this weird boy.
The two walked out along the bamboo forest path, and then headed towards the Qingniu Courtyard, until they passed through the apricot flower path and reached the Jingsi Lake.
There was no one at the Jingsi Lake, except for some paper and pens by the lake.
This made Yun Huzhi feel a little confused.
How to calculate this?
Cao Weiying walked to the place where he was sitting before, waited for Yun Hu to come over, and sat down by the lake. Then she looked at Yun Hu and said, "Sir, please sit down."
Yunhu sat down beside him, thought for a while, picked up a pen and paper, and then looked at the young man in Qingshang with doubt.
Then his expression became extremely surprised.
When the young man sat down by the lake and looked at the falling flowers all over the lake, the slight morning breeze suddenly stopped.
Many whirlpools suddenly appeared in the quiet lake, and then slowly flew out, pulling countless lake water and hovering around the young man.
The Jingsi Lake is connected to the tail of the Styx River in the human world, which naturally contains countless powers of the Styx.
Yunhu looked at the power of the Styx drawn out of the lake, and seemed to understand what the young man was going to do.
He wants to become a spiritual witch here!
Yunhu looked at that scene blankly.
The young man sat cross-legged among the thousands of surging powers of the Styx.
The way of witches and ghosts is to build the witchcraft river by borrowing from the Styx River, just like the Divine Sea on Huai'an Avenue.
But even if Huaian is a Taoist, he will not absorb such violent power so roughly.
But Cao Weiying just sat there calmly, with countless Styx powers surrounding him, and then gradually, at a certain moment, it turned into an extremely thin river around him.
The river flowed slowly, then surrounded the young man, constantly absorbing the power of thousands of Styxes drawn from the entire Jingsi Lake.
So the river continued to grow.
The aura on the young man's body was also rising rapidly.
Yunhu looked at it blankly for a long time, and finally remembered what he should do. He picked up a pen and paper and started writing on the paper while looking at the boy.
The movement at Jingsi Lake is vast but also peaceful.
Everything is going on in the silent wind.
Until that young man actually stepped directly into the realm of spirit witches, Yunhu still couldn't calm down.
In the hasty record just now, a lot of things have been written.
Looking at the young man by the lake who had calmed down, Yun Hu sighed and said, "The world probably doesn't know what happened to this seemingly ordinary lakeside."
Cao Weiying raised her hand to call out the huge Wu River, and said with a soft smile: "Of course it's a good thing not to know."
Yunhu thought for a moment and realized that it was indeed the case.
But still extremely curious.
"So how did you do it?"
Cao Weiying tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Probably, maybe, because this is just a low-level realm."
Yunhu was silent for a long time.
Maybe I think this sentence is too pretentious.
Maybe it's true or I haven't figured it out yet.
So Chen He, a distant relative, is actually a big shot in the world?
Yunhu looked at the young man and thought silently.
Of course, there is no need to ask.
Yunhu put away the pens and papers, stood up, looked at Cao Weiying and said, "I need to go back to Xiaozhuyuan, and maybe I need the help of the gentlemen from the School of Mathematics and Physics."
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry, sir, you can take your time."
Yun Huzi nodded, got up and walked towards the edge of Jingsi Lake.
It wasn't until he reached the door of the Xinghua Trail that he looked back at Cao Weiying.
"Senior, do you think spiritual wizards are very low-level?"
Cao Weiying smiled and said, "It's just a casual comment."
Of course, being a spiritual witch is not a very low level.
Just for the world.
Yun Hu didn't say anything else. He suffered some strange shocks early in the morning and decided to go back and take a nap first to see if that was the reason why he didn't wake up.
...
When Nan Dao opened his eyes, it was already the early morning of the second day.
Chen He was sweeping the ground below with a big broom. When he heard the movement on the wind tower, he raised his head and looked at the stage, and asked strangely: "Did you hear any noise this morning?"
Nan Dao walked downstairs with his sword on his back, looked at him blankly, and said, "What's the sound?"
Chen He leaned his head on the broom and thought for a while, then said, "It's the sound of the whistling wind, just like standing by the river."
"Well...it's not just by the lake, it has to be in a very high place, and then you seemed to be standing there, so you heard that very loud wind sound."
Although Chen He described it very carefully.
But Nan Dao still shook his head in disappointment and said, "I didn't hear it."
Chen He raised his head from the broom and said helplessly: "Well, maybe it was an hallucination caused by the dream I had last night."
Nan Dao was about to walk out, but turned back to look at Chen He curiously and asked, "What dream?"
Chen He tilted his head and thought for a long time, and said: "I just dreamed that I fell into a big river for no reason. The water was very cold and ice. I wanted to swim out, but I couldn't. Then I screamed loudly. Scream and scream.”
Chen He stopped as he spoke, and after a long pause he said, "Then I don't know what happened, so this unlucky boy Cao Weiying came and sat next to me on his wine gourd as a boat. He walked around, then kept smiling, and asked me if I wanted to go to Old Dog Town."
"..." Nan Dao probably understood why Chen He had this dream.
I guess it was because I was deceived by Cao Weiying, and I felt unhappy. I thought about it all night, so I even dreamed about whether to go to Laogou Town.
While the two were talking, Cao Weiying came back drinking wine on the bamboo forest path.
"What are you talking about?" Cao Weiying put the wine gourd in his mouth, tilted his head and looked at the two people with strange expressions and asked.
Chen He walked over holding the broom.
Cao Weiying subconsciously ducked to the side.
"So do you need to shout that sentence?" Chen He grabbed the grass and laced the firefly gourd.
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Of course it is necessary, I understand, you must think I am lying to you, right?"
"Isn't it?" Chen He felt ashamed thinking that he was there calling me to go to Laogou Town in the middle of the night.
Cao Weiying said innocently: "But this is your problem. I asked you what to name it, and you said it was Laogou Town. If you named Tianshang Town like Nandao, do you think it would be right? More normal?”
Chen He was stunned for a moment, and then silently thought in his mind that I am going to Laogou Town and that I am going to Tianshang Town.
That seems to be the case.
For a moment, I didn’t have the nerve to continue grabbing Cao Weiying’s gourd.
Cao Weiying looked at Chen He and said, "So do you want to change the name? For example, Lao Mao Town is indeed better than Lao Dog Town."
Chen He sighed and said, "Forget it, I'm used to it."
Nan Dao looked on with a smile, then walked out along the path and said, "Maybe I like dogs more."
"..."
Cao Weiying looked at Nandao and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go for a walk in the city."
...
Nan Dao went out with his sword on his back.
Seeing that Nanyi City is no longer as prosperous as before, I feel a little uncomfortable.
Looking up over the silent green eaves, those high city tops were already covered with Lingnan sword cultivators.
Occasionally, there would be sword light passing by, but it was not urgent.
Nan Dao didn't know why, but he always felt that he smelled the smell of steamed buns.
Then I remembered that somewhat inexplicable female sword cultivator. What was her name? Lu Da or Lu Xiaoxiao.
Nan Dao was busy chewing the buns at the time and didn't pay much attention to what she said about his name.
I didn't see her on the top of the city anymore.
Don't know where it went.
When Nan Dao thought of this, he was a little silent.
Little people, little people.
But he didn't decide to walk up to the city because of these slight touches. He just walked slowly along the street and riverside with his sword on his back.
Because people were hiding at home or heading north out of the city, there were no people on the streets.
Even the business of Shushu was not very good. They parked their boats and sat in a daze by the river.
Nan Dao didn't bother her either. Shushu's mood was indeed not getting better.
Although she had accepted the fact that Liu Sanyue was dead, it was hard to let go of the story about the penny.
Nan Dao left there and roamed around the city.
Nan Dao walked for a while, but suddenly saw a slightly familiar figure not far ahead.
Mr. Ming?
Isn't he and Mr. Xie in the east of the city?
How would it appear here?
Nan Dao looked at the figure with some curiosity. Mr. Ming was carrying a pot of wine with two wine glasses hanging on the side, walking slowly along the street.
Nan Dao thought for a while and decided to say hello since he had met.
After all, Mr. Ming also expressed kindness to himself at the beginning.
"Mr. Ming."
Nan Dao walked up with his sword on his back and called Mr. Ming to stop. After he turned around, he bowed.
Mr. Ming was not very surprised when he saw Nan Dao. Maybe it was because of his personality. He just said calmly: "Why are you here?"
Nan Dao said softly: "It's a bit boring to stay in the courtyard, come out and relax."
Mr. Ming nodded, but also said: "Try not to come out, just stay in the courtyard with other students."
Seeing that Mr. Ming's expression clearly meant to leave, Nan Dao hesitated a little and asked, "Sir, are you going somewhere?"
Mr. Ming was silent for a while, looked down at the wine in his hand, and said slowly: "There is someone I haven't seen for a long time, and I just want to meet him today."
Mr. Ming probably misunderstood something. He looked at Nan Dao and said, "Do you want to go together?"
Nan Dao didn't understand why Mr. Ming asked such a question at first. It wasn't until he saw the witch robe that Mr. Ming was wearing that he realized what he was doing. He bowed and said, "Sir, you misunderstood. Naturally, I won't doubt it." Sir's attitude, I just saw that he was in a hurry, so I asked him, I'm really sorry."
Mr. Ming looked at the young man holding a black umbrella in front of him, but he also gave a rare smile and said, "You should go there too, maybe it will be better."
Nan Dao asked in confusion: "Why?"
Mr. Ming said softly: "Because the person I want to meet is a Southern Chu spirit wizard. Only if a third person is present can the world know that I am upright and have no other ideas."
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment. He looked at Mr. Ming and remembered what they had said before.
Mr. Ming obviously has no interest in restoring the glory of the Wuguishen sect.
It's a pity that Nandao has no interest in the way of witches and ghosts.
Seeing Nan Dao's long silence, Mr. Ming asked again: "What do you think?"
Nan Dao finally came back to his senses and said softly: "Of course."
So Mr. Ming handed the wine in his hand to Nan Dao.
Only those who bring the wine are considered participating.
You might as well leave empty-handed and have someone follow you.
The two of them headed towards the west of the city.
We walked all the way to the top of the west city.
In the distance, a man in complicated witch robes stood beside the tower.
When Nan Dao saw that person, his expression became strange.
Turning to look at Mr. Ming aside.
I read it back and forth several times.
Only then was it confirmed that these were indeed two people.
Not only because the former's witch robes are complicated, but also have a mysterious color.
That man is older than Mr. Ming.
Nan Dao was a little nervous when he came here while carrying the wine.
After all, the person in front of him was not a big or small witch.
But a spiritual wizard.
It is equivalent to the cultivation of the great road in Huai'an.
And seeing that Mr. Ming needs to avoid suspicion, he must be standing opposite Nanyi City.
Should I tell Zhang Xiaoyu and the others secretly?
When Nan Dao was thinking this, he discovered that there was a sword hovering in front of the man in the complicated witch robe.
Wolfberry Sword.
When Nan Dao saw the sword, he realized that it was no longer needed.
Because the Human Sword Sect naturally knows.
The senior brother sitting alone on the tomb hill had been looking at many things.
Nan Dao relaxed a little, and his uneasiness subsided a lot. He followed Mr. Ming slowly with the wine in hand.
The two walked to the city tower. The man turned around, glanced at Nan Dao who was holding the wine, then looked at Mr. Ming, and said calmly: "Is this your disciple?"
Mr. Ming walked to the city wall, looked at the mountains in the distance, and said slowly: "It's just a concierge in the courtyard. I happened to meet him and helped bring wine."
The man smiled softly and said, "It seems you really don't want the world to misunderstand."
Mr. Ming took the wine from Nan Dao's hand, took off the wine glass and placed it on the city wall, poured two bottles of wine, returned the wine bottle cork to Nan Dao, and said softly: "Since I am aboveboard, then Naturally, there is no need to be contaminated by some filth that may lead to misunderstandings.”
"Actually, you didn't have to come. I came to Nanyi City just because of an accident." The man turned back to look at Xuanxuyuan, but unfortunately he couldn't see where the weird boy had gone.
This person is naturally Ming Mayfly.
"Whether it's accidental or deliberate, since it's here, it's natural to come and see him."
Mr. Ming picked up the wine glass, and even though he poured two glasses of wine, he didn't mean to invite him, so he drank by himself.
Ming Mayfly came over, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
The wolfberry sword hovered behind the three of them.
Nan Dao stood aside silently holding a wine bottle. Naturally, he didn't know what the two were talking about.
The two of them just drank in silence.
After a long time, Mr. Ming finally spoke slowly and said, "You must do this?"
Ming Mayfly said calmly: "Yes."
"Restoring the glory of witches and ghosts is a meaningless thing. It is already obsolete, and it should naturally continue to be obsolete."
"Then why did you choose to practice witchcraft instead of the Tao in the first place?"
"Because I'm also an old-fashioned person."
Ming Mayfly heard this and laughed softly.
"So you just want to see it be old? Being the relic of a forgotten story is just a matter of pleasing yourself. It is more meaningless than letting the world see something again."
Mr. Ming drank quietly, looking at the mountains and the green mountains in the south.
The flames of war haven't really started yet, everything is just a small fight.
"But what you want to do is not only meaningless, but will also hurt the world." Mr. Ming said calmly, "To let the world hear the name of the Wuguishen Cult again, war is the worst way."
"You want to say Xuanxuyuan?"
"Yes."
"But this is too slow." Ming Yuying said lightly, "You know better than the Huaian people what is in the green mountains of Daze. You are also a person who came out of the belief in gods and ghosts. Since the goddess has arrived In this world, we must make corresponding changes.”
"If the goddess had mercy on the world, she would not respond to such behavior."
"The world is divided into you and me, as well as our enemies. The fact that those people outside Nanyi City can appear here is a good illustration of the attitude of the goddess."
Ming Mayfly said calmly.
"We are not great war artists, but clumsy yet manic wars are enough to leave a lasting mark in the hearts of the world - if you want to believe in gods and ghosts, you need to first hear her name, know her blessing, and cater to her Likes and dislikes.”
"When the wind from Yunmengze blows to us, we will blow the stories in the wind to the world."
"In other words, we are the strong wind blowing into the world from Yunmeng Ze."
Mr. Ming drank all the wine and listened to the words. He had no emotion and just said slowly: "It seems that you are not suitable for drinking Nanyi City's wine."
Ming Yuyu smiled, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and said, "I think I am very suitable."
Mr. Ming didn't say anything else, put down his wine glass, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the city.
Ming Mayfly looked at Nan Dao, who was holding a drink, and asked, "What about you?"
Nan Dao held the umbrella and thought for a while, then said, "I think your brain is a little hard."
Ming Mayfly chuckled and disappeared above the city.
Nan Dao quietly looked at the spot where the remaining witch marks fell, and then looked at the wolfberry sword.
The latter did not move at all, but turned into sword light and fell back to the tomb mountain.
Looking back towards the city, Mr. Ming had walked far away in silence.
