Lu Xiaoxiao was resting uneasily at the top of the city.
At the beginning, he was still holding the sword warily, but when the long-term sleepiness slowly came over, he slowly let go of his hand and fell asleep leaning on the top of the city.
In the haziness, she seemed to see the young man walking up to the top of the city, squatting next to her, shaking her shoulders, and then speaking very sincerely.
Senior sister, the fight is over. Let’s go back to Fengqiling quickly.
Lu Xiaoyu jumped up happily and pulled the boy towards the mountain range in the north.
But something strange happened. Lu Xiaoxiao found that no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't get out of Nanyi City. He always went down to the top of the city and then up again.
The young man asked if she had forgotten the way back.
Lu Xiaoxiao became anxious, scurrying around the top of Nanyi City like a headless fly.
However, the more anxious I am, the less I can find my direction.
On the contrary, it went further and further away.
So the young man shook off Lu Xiaoxiao's hand and said very indifferently: It turns out that senior sister doesn't want to take me back to Xiaobai Sword Sect, so forget it.
Lu Xiaoxiao was anxious to chase the boy.
But the boy ran very fast, and the figure holding the black umbrella disappeared into the dusk.
Lu Xiaoxiao stood sadly on the city wall and said nothing.
So when she was pushed awake from her sleep, she was still very surprised and said: "Junior brother, are you back?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there with a blank look on his face, looking at the woman in front of him, scratching his head, thinking when did I become a junior brother?
Fortunately, Lu Xiaoxiao saw the bloody clothes in time, reacted, and swallowed the rest of the words, thus not letting others know that he had a stupid dream.
Looking at the sky drowsily, it was already dark, with a few stars twinkling faintly on the horizon.
Lu Xiaoxiao sighed, touched his sword from his side, stood up and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Senior brother, is there anything wrong?"
Zhang Xiaoyu originally wanted to ask her if she had any more steamed buns to eat, but seeing how she looked now, he didn't say anything. He just smiled and said, "It's nothing. The wind above the city is too strong. If you are tired, you can Let’s go back to Nanyi City to rest for a while.”
Lu Xiaoxiao held the sword and breathed a sigh of relief. It would be fine if people from outside the city didn't come up again.
He shook his head and said: "I'm okay, but senior brother needs to take a rest."
Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards Mei Quming's senior brothers and said, "I have already rested."
"oh."
Lu Xiaoxiao responded from behind.
But Zhang Xiaoyu took a few steps, then turned back and looked at Lu Xiaoxiao quietly for a long time, as if he wanted to say something.
"Senior brother?"
Lu Xiaoxiao asked with some confusion.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look inside the city, then looked back at Lu Xiaoxiao on top of the city, and said, "If I trick Nan Dao away, do you have the confidence to keep him on Fengqiling?"
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu blankly, not knowing what he meant.
Zhang Xiaoyu said very seriously: "For example, I said that I found my sword and dropped it on Fengqiling. Then you happened to know where it was. I asked him to go back to Lingnan with you. Could you please let him go?" Cheated and stayed there?”
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and found that this bloody Sword Sect disciple did not seem to be joking.
"But why is this? Besides, senior brother, don't you have the sword in your hand?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the sword in his hand and said, "This is not my sword. As for why it is like this, I'm sorry, I can't tell you."
Lu Xiaoxiao was silent for a while and said: "Although we all hope that the boy can return to Lingnan to practice swordsmanship, even if he only practices for a period of time and then leaves, at least when people mention him in the future, they will say that he is from From Lingnan.”
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, shook his head, and continued: "But we don't want to do this. By tricking him into Fengqiling, we can also declare to the outside world that he is a Lingnan disciple, but what he got through deception will definitely be in the future." They will hold grudges against us little sword cultivators. I don’t dare to gamble.”
Zhang Xiaoyu listened quietly to Lu Xiaoxiao's words, and did not force anything. He just smiled and said, "Sorry, I didn't think carefully."
Lu Xiaoxiao said softly: "It's okay. I would also like to thank senior brother for remembering my request."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said, "It's just that it's really difficult."
Lu Xiaoxiao also sighed.
Of course it is difficult.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned and left this place.
Lu Xiaoxiao walked to the city wall facing Daze with his sword in his arms and stood there for a long time.
The blood on the wall has not completely dried up yet, so when you stand close to the wall, you can smell the strong smell of blood.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked down and saw that the corpses they had thrown down had been dragged away by the Huangliang people at some point.
Probably when I was asleep?
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know.
The green hills outside the city have been burned by sword fire, and the soil and rocks are sparsely exposed, so there is no need to worry about anyone hiding in them.
In fact, maybe hiding inside doesn't matter.
There are many sword cultivators on the top of the city, and they may not have time to look elsewhere during the fierce battle. At this time, they can naturally use their swords to clear away hidden dangers in the surrounding area.
The Huangliang army has naturally retreated to the edge of Daze, waiting for the second attack after repairs.
Therefore, it was quiet outside the city. Only some Lingnan sword cultivators were walking through the night with swords outside the city, searching for the bodies of some sword cultivators in the blood-stained earth and rivers.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at it rather sadly, but suddenly saw some sword light coming suddenly in the distant swamp, and some witchcraft and ghost skills were spreading beside the swamp. The sword light did not mean to entangle, it was just a clean break. He started witchcraft and headed towards Nanyi City.
It should be those senior brothers who went to Dazezhong before?
Why are they back?
Did something happen again in Osawa?
Lu Xiaoxiao was leaning on the city wall and thinking worriedly.
The sword light suddenly crossed the green mountains of Daze and landed on the top of Nanyi City.
Lu Xiaoxiao turned his head and looked over there, where Zhang Xiaoyu and the other Sword Sect brothers were.
They seemed to be talking about something, but Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't hear that far, so he could only see their lips moving, and their expressions were a little solemn.
Lu Xiaoxiao watched for a while, then returned to sit under the city wall.
It doesn't matter whether it's big or small.
Naturally, someone like her, Lu Xiaoxiao, couldn't get involved.
Instead of worrying, it's better to take a good rest.
Otherwise, the wounds that were bandaged in the afternoon would bleed again if you move around.
Lu Xiaoxiao yawned and pulled his bamboo hat down to block the starlight.
In the distance, Zhang Xiaoyu stood in the night in blood-stained clothes, looking very silent.
The senior brothers brought back some unpleasant news.
In fact, there is probably no happy news to be found in Nanyi City today.
Zhang Xiaoyu carried Yingyingzhou on his back and looked quietly into the depths of Daze.
If what the brothers said is true.
So relatively speaking, these armies from Huangliang are not that important.
Nanyi City has naturally thought about this issue.
Before the heavy fog had cleared at the beginning, they had guessed what was in the big swamp.
Otherwise, Liu Sanyue, who had returned with difficulty, would not have been killed in the Sword Sect.
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then looked back to the north.
I just hope that the northern cultivation community can really pay attention to this great swamp, instead of seeing Nanyi City completely lost and belatedly come.
But the good news is not without it.
At least some of the senior brothers have returned to Nanyi City. For Zhang Xiaoyu, the pressure will be much less now.
Can it be considered good news?
But there are still some senior brothers staying in the swamp, holding back the reinforcements coming from behind Huangliang.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it for a long time, then returned to the wall, sat down under the wall, put Yiaozhou on his knees, and closed his eyes.
...
Beiyuan, the Lord of the North City who had not been seen in Nanyi City for a long time, was standing by a stream at the foot of Fengqi Ridge.
The night stars shine in the stream, looking like tiny sparkling fish.
Beiyuan lowered his head and looked at the fish in the water quietly.
I feel that it is also like my former self and my original self in the future.
Of course Beiyuan didn't want to fall out with the world like this.
But no one thought that Beitai would find the previous temple master of Qingtian Dao at that time.
When he walked out of the city with that wind and rain technique, Beiyuan had no time to regret it.
So I had no choice but to leave Nanyi City in a hurry on a dark night.
The stream water is actually not that clear.
Occasionally, some blood would flow through it, like a thin red silk scarf, gradually drifting away in the water.
That's because there was a war further ahead, closer to Fengqiling.
It is true that the 200,000 troops that Shanyue City marched towards Nanyi City were beaten into old, weak, sick and disabled, but in fact it was not that tragic.
Both sides know in their hearts that what is happening here is not a war that must be fought to the end.
So when someone started to retreat, the two parties gradually stopped.
Then he passed by in silence.
Some go south, some go north.
Beiyuan naturally faces north.
So he watched for a long time, squatted down by the stream, and washed his face with water.
On the other side of the stream, a mile away, is Qing Jia heading north in countless nights.
Countless green armors walking at the foot of the green mountains at night are like flowing low grass.
There were footsteps coming from behind.
Beiyuan didn't need to look back to know that it was Bai He and Beitai.
"It's time for us to go, father." Beitai said softly, looking at Beiyuan washing his face by the stream.
Beiyuan wiped his face and did not express any thoughts. He just said quietly: "Okay."
Then he stood up, looked at the thousands of green armors under the night sky on the other side, and began to step on the green grass on the bank of the stream, heading north.
Limp and looking a bit bulky.
Beitai also limped along.
But it looks much more energetic.
Maybe it's because of his youth.
Bai He quietly folded his hands and stepped forward, following behind the two of them.
...
When the more or less injured 200,000 troops were still coming around Fengqiling towards Nanyi City, Nanyi City was still quiet in the post-war night.
Nan Dao carried the Peach Blossom Sword on his back, walking casually on the long street at night like a homeless man with nothing to do.
Occasionally, when someone is passing by in a hurry, they look at Nan Dao and the sword behind Nan Dao.
Then he walked over with a strange expression.
Maybe he was thinking, how could there be such a leisurely sword cultivator?
Nan Dao didn't know what they were thinking.
Even if I know, I will only think that it's not me who can end this war, right?
After wandering on the streets of Nanyi City for a long time, Nan Dao raised his head and looked over the silent eaves in the night to the top of the city in the south.
It was equally quiet there, and there was still no sign of a fight.
Nan Dao looked at it quietly for a long time, then lowered his head, held the umbrella in his hand tightly, and walked towards Xuanshuyuan.
Cao Weiying may still be sitting in Jingsi Lake in a daze or fishing.
But Nan Dao didn't go to see it.
Unexpectedly, Yunhu was on the bamboo forest path outside the library, holding a book in his hand, looking up at the stars, wondering what he was thinking.
Although Nan Dao had tried his best to step on the ground gently, the rustling sound of stepping on bamboo leaves still woke Yun Hu Zhidun.
This well-known young scholar turned his head and looked here. He was quite surprised when he saw Nan Dao. He seemed to want to say something, but he closed his mouth again and looked at Nan Dao, nodding and smiling. laugh.
Nan Dao walked over holding an umbrella, bowed, sat down on a bamboo chair nearby, looked at Yun Hu and said, "Sir, you seem to have some doubts."
Yunhu thought for a while and said, "There are indeed some, but I don't know whether I should say it."
Nan Dao guessed that it had something to do with him and said, "Sir, please tell me."
Yun Huzi said: "I always thought you went to the top of the city."
Just such a brief statement.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Sir, do you think I should go?"
Yun Huzi smiled and said: "No, it's just because I haven't seen you recently, so I subconsciously thought that you went with those Sword Sect disciples. When I saw you suddenly, I was a little surprised."
Nan Dao looked at Yun Hu Wenzhi silently and said, "Are you surprised that I am actually a young man who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
Yun Huzi closed the book and said softly: "That's not true, it's just..."
Nan Dao looked up at the night, smiled quietly, and said: "Of course I am a young man who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Sir, I must still remember the scene outside Xiaozhuyuan."
Of course Yunhu remembered it.
At that time, the boy was crying profusely on the bamboo forest path.
"Of course it's different." Yunhu said with a sigh.
Nan Dao's eyes stayed on the edge of the umbrella and said softly: "It's the same."
Yun Huzhi sighed and looked at the young man beside him, feeling that maybe he shouldn't raise this topic.
Nan Dao just looked at the umbrella in his hand quietly and said slowly: "Look, I have never taken the initiative to let go of this umbrella. Mr. Yunhu may not know the story under this umbrella, but as long as I still hold it tightly Holding an umbrella, I’m still afraid of death.”
Nan Dao stood up as he spoke, holding an umbrella and walking toward the path littered with fallen leaves in front of him.
"That's it."
The boy's voice came quietly in the night.
Somewhat cool.
Maybe he's imitating a certain woman in a white dress?
Yunhu didn't know.
But he really didn't mean to laugh at or scold the boy.
I was just thinking about that subconscious misunderstanding and wanted to speak out.
But he didn't know.
The young man has been thinking about these things since he left Nanyi City.
Therefore, Yun Huzhi's words accurately touched some of the entanglements in the young man's heart.
No one wants to live freely and proudly.
But some stories don't allow that.
So the young man held an umbrella and went up to the wind listening platform alone.
Chen He still held the biography and leaned against the guardrail beside the stage, falling asleep peacefully.
Nan Dao thought it was really good that Chen He was like this, but he didn't know that some sad stories had happened to Chen He.
Of course, no one knows the truth.
Each has his own story.
When it is gossiped, it is gossip.
When it is not mentioned, it is the sadness hidden in the heart.
So Nan Dao put down his sword and went to Tianshang Town in a dream.
The town is still peaceful and peaceful.
Nan Dao walked through the town with a sword on his back and an umbrella, passed through the sea of flowers, and came to the big lake.
There was a Cao Weiying sitting under the tree, drinking wine and looking at the cliffs of the lake, looking quite leisurely.
"So you're hiding here too."
Nan Dao walked over and sat down next to the Qingshang boy.
Cao Weiying turned to look at Nandao, and said with a soft smile: "I am originally from this dream town, and staying here has always been the right thing to do."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, sighed, and said, "That's why I'm the only one here to hide."
Cao Weiying drank wine and said, "That's not true."
Nan Dao heard a snoring and turned to look at the sea of flowers he had walked through before, only to find that in an unobtrusive corner, a young man was covering his face with a book, snoring in the tranquility of the fragrance of flowers. Huda sleep.
Chen He.
Nan Dao was speechless and did not do something that seemed a bit unethical like waking him up.
Just staring at the big lake.
Cao Weiying handed over the wine gourd, and Nan Dao didn't refuse. He took it and drank it.
Cao Weiying looked at him with a smile.
"Why are you hiding here?"
Nan Dao put the wine gourd next to his legs and had no intention of returning it to Cao Weiying. He just looked at the lake quietly, waiting for the drunkenness in the wine to take over.
"Because if I stay outside, some people will say that I am greedy for life and afraid of death."
Cao Weiying turned her head with a smile, looked at Yunya Lake, and said slowly: "Then do you think you are?"
Nan Dao looked at the lake and said, "This is the most troublesome thing."
"Why?"
"Because I don't know if I am."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Cao Weiying smiled wildly.
Nan Dao turned his head, looked at Cao Weiying and said, "Why are you laughing?"
Cao Weiying smiled and shook her head and said, "Since you don't know, why not give it a try?"
Nan Dao held the wine gourd, was silent for a long time, sighed and said: "Okay, then I am."
Cao Weiying looked at the young man who picked up the wine gourd and started drinking heavily, and said slowly: "Then why are you?"
Nan Dao took a long sip of wine before he stopped, lowered his head and coughed quietly, then looked back at the town for a long time, then turned back to Cao Weiying and said, "Can I put down my umbrella here?"
Cao Weiying said sincerely: "No."
Nan Dao said softly: "So I am."
Cao Weiying patted Nan Dao on the shoulder and said, "So you'd better be greedy for life and afraid of death."
