The sound of suppressing the wind in the sky is not loud.
But Chen He snored loudly.
While Nan Dao was drinking, he thought about how someone could snore so loudly while sleeping.
Cao Weiying seemed to know what Nan Dao was curious about. She turned her head and glanced at the sea of flowers on the side, and said with a soft smile: "Because he is pretending to sleep."
"I don't!"
A voice came from the sea of flowers.
Then nothing happened again, and the snoring continued.
Cao Weiying smiled wildly.
Nan Dao looked speechless while holding the wine gourd.
After coming here for a long time, Chen He finally couldn't pretend anymore. He stood up from the sea of flowers with his book in hand, but still looked at the two of them with a blank look on his face and said, "I slept so soundly just now. Hey, why are you here?"
"..."
Nan Dao was silent.
Chen He looked like he had just woken up, staggering on the flowers and grass, walked to the two of them, and sat down under the peach tree.
Two teenagers and one young man stayed by the big lake in a quiet dream town, blowing in the wind.
No one said anything.
After a long time, Chen He said hesitantly: "Isn't it good for us to do this?"
"What's not good?"
Cao Weiying turned to look at Chen He and said.
Chen He sighed and said, "Nanyi City is surrounded by people, but we are hiding here."
Cao Weiying chuckled and said, "How about you go out?"
Chen He shook his head and said, "Forget it then. I just have an uneasy conscience and a guilty conscience. I haven't lived enough."
Cao Weiying smiled and said nothing more, turning to look at Nan Dao.
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment and said, "Am I going to say something like this again?"
"I'm just waiting to see when you will return my wine gourd to me."
"..."
Nan Dao picked up the wine gourd and drank two more sips, then gave it back to Cao Weiying.
"Then why are you hiding here?" Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying and said.
Cao Weiying drank wine, looked at the lake with a smile and said, "Because I am really greedy for life and afraid of death."
Nan Dao naturally didn’t believe it.
"After I killed Hua Wuxi, I was almost dead, but you were able to make me come back to life. I don't believe you can do something that even the leader of Congren Sect couldn't do."
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "I thought you didn't remember."
Nan Dao said softly: "Of course I remember. I even remember the earache. It's just that I'm doing you a favor and I don't want you to feel guilty."
"..." Cao Weiying drank wine with a guilty conscience.
"I do have a question though."
"what is the problem?"
"Why did I die in the first place?" Nan Dao asked, looking at Cao Weiying.
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "This is an unanswerable question."
"Why?"
"Because when you know the answer, that's when you're going to die."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Forget it then. You must keep it secret even if you kill me."
Cao Weiying couldn't help but chuckle and said, "That's natural."
The three of them sat quietly by the lake with the late spring wind blowing. The gourd of wine was passed around but never finished.
Nan Dao was a little drunk, so he took off the Peach Blossom Sword from behind and stood up unsteadily.
Chen He looked at him with some confusion and said, "What are you going to do?"
Nan Dao held his sword and umbrella, pointing at the stone path hidden in the fog.
"I'm going to have a look over there."
Nan Dao and Cao Weiying have not mentioned the stone path in the big lake for a long time.
The three of them looked to that side.
Cao Weiying stopped laughing. She held the wine gourd, looked over there calmly, and said slowly: "There is nothing over there."
Nan Dao had a drunken look on his face and said stubbornly: "Then I still have to go and take a look."
Chen He sighed, stood up, hooked Nan Dao's shoulder and said, "I'll go with you."
Cao Weiying sat calmly by the lake, not looking at the two of them, but just drank wine and said slowly: "Then if you see a Cao Weiying with a sword on his back there, remember not to tell him this story. "
Nan Dao was stunned, looked at Cao Weiying and said, "Why?"
Cao Weiying drank the wine and said softly: "Because dreams have to be done one by one. Think about it, if you suddenly saw the entire process of life in a dream, then living in the world would be a one-time journey." What a boring thing.”
Nan Dao was silent and sat down again. He seemed to be frightened by Cao Weiying's words, and seemed to be sobered up by the wind blowing from the lake.
He put the Peach Blossom Sword behind his back again and said, "Forget it, I'm afraid I'll spill the beans."
Chen He stood under the peach tree, a little confused.
So should I go or not?
After thinking for a long time, he sat down again, looked at Cao Weiying and said, "So there is a town over there?"
Cao Weiying turned to look over there and said softly: "Yes, and there are many, but some are not called Lao Dog Town. They may be called Lao Cat Town or Lao Ya Town."
"It may also be called Mojian Cliff, or Nanyi City."
Nan Dao and Chen He stared blankly at Cao Weiying.
They had never heard Cao Weiying say these things.
But Cao Weiying just continued calmly: "Because everything is just a dream, and this is the last dream."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, looked at Cao Weiying and said, "When did that first dream begin?"
Cao Weiying held the wine gourd, tilted her head and supported her other hand, and said, "I don't remember. Maybe after returning from the desert, maybe after returning from the East China Sea, which is 490,000 miles away."
Cao Weiying was thinking very seriously, then smiled and said: "Actually, those dreams are nothing interesting, they are just small towns that I have seen before. In fact, I have not participated in many stories in the world. But I was just busy climbing over the mountains, and then I came back and started dreaming."
Nan Dao didn't ask again what he met after climbing over the mountain.
Cao Weiying had told him back then.
After climbing over the mountain, it’s just the mountain.
So this is why he wants to come back and dream?
Nan Dao thought of the thousands of sword lights above the big lake and the thousands of swords at the bottom of the lake.
But she was inexplicably curious as to what kind of story this young man named Cao Weiying came out of back then.
Strictly speaking, Cao Weiying is not a teenager.
He is the young man.
There are things to be afraid of, but sometimes they are dominated by an inexplicable emotion and do some exciting things.
That's the young man.
Cao Weiying would obviously not do such a thing.
He only drinks wine and looks at everything in the world with a smile.
It's like waiting for a story to come.
So where is that story?
Nan Dao held his chin and thought.
Where is your own story?
Only Chen He didn't think about any stories.
His story is that he pushed a cart and sold tofu everywhere - maybe it wasn't the case before, but it will definitely be the case in the future.
...
While the greedy and fearful trio were drinking and enjoying themselves in the dreamy lake, there was a solemn atmosphere above Nanyi City.
Lu Xiaoxiao was awakened by the commotion at the top of the city. He quickly took his sword and lay down on the top of the city to look down.
Under the night, countless black shadows were coming towards Nanyi City.
Are they crazy?
Lu Xiaoxiaoru thought.
As a sword cultivator, although he is not a high-level cultivator, he is still a cultivator who has entered the Taoist realm. In the hard battle in the afternoon, he has been somewhat exhausted so far. It has not even reached the second day. Huang Liang and the others Then he made a comeback?
But the approaching army did not leave Lu Xiaoxiao much time to think.
She could only draw her sword again and lean against the city wall with a solemn expression.
Countless sword lights hovered above the head of Nanyi City, ready to launch the first round of attack when the army crossed the green mountains and approached Nanyi City.
Those returning Sword Sect brothers stood at the top of the city riding the sword wind, surrounded by sword intent. Their unsheathed swords reflected the starlight in the sky, and they paraded on the top of the city in a shocking manner.
Previously, when there were only Zhang Xiaoyu and a few Sword Sect brothers in Nanyi City, Lu Xiaoxiao had not felt such a shock.
However, now that there were many more powerful sword lights, the shock was deeply engraved in Lu Xiaoxiao's heart.
If one day in the future, Lingnan sword cultivators can do this, what will it be like?
Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think about it in his heart.
But this is something that is difficult to imagine in the current world.
After a hundred years of life, it is naturally difficult to go to higher and further places.
Unless it's a demon clan.
Among the Lingnan sword cultivators, there are also very few practitioners in the minor realm.
That day, he also had to deal with the attacks of several senior brothers from Mei Quming.
But they are all demon cultivators left behind hundreds of years ago.
Lingnan Sword Sect needs a real one.
Talented people can break this awkward situation.
Lu Xiaoxiao fell silent when he thought of this.
Then he shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, stood quietly by the female wall with his bamboo hat and sword in hand.
When those armies rushed towards Nanyi City without any hesitation, the sword light above the city head flew out.
There seems to be some heavy rain falling in the world.
Falling under the green mountains and beside the river.
But it wasn't rain, it was blood.
Lu Xiaoxiao watched quietly.
The sword in his hand was held tighter and tighter, and the wound on his abdomen began to slowly ooze blood because of the excessive tension, and the warm liquid slowly dripped down his abdomen.
Lu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and relaxed a little.
After a group of the troops outside the city fell, the people behind them surged forward again, stepping on the corpses and blood in front of them.
The sword light returned once more in the sky, and seemed to be a little dimmer. Perhaps the vitality in the sword cultivator's divine sea was not as abundant as before, or perhaps it was stained with a lot of blood, covering up the light on the sword.
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know that her sword was too close and she needed to wait until the armies got closer before she could unsheath her sword and leave Nanyi City.
But it was often not what it is now.
Because when Huangliang's human army was able to advance under the city, the ghost arts of the nearly 10,000 shamans and ghosts behind were also ready.
It will turn into a barrier in the sky, the Wu River will be born on the earth, and many hallucinogenic and deadly black ghost-faced flowers will bloom outside Nanyi City, and there will even be those who have died but have been affected by spiritualism. People brought back from the River Styx.
Lu Xiaoxiao still felt a little creepy when he thought about the battle in the afternoon.
When the wizards at the rear of the army finished singing the ancient sacrificial words.
Among the witch rivers that flowed together with the Blood River, a third great river surged forward.
Countless Huangliang soldiers who were already dead climbed out of the Styx River, and then set off towards Nanyi City even more fearlessly.
That is the art of southern witchcraft.
spiritualism.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought about those sacrificial words in silence.
When the soul comes back, it is more like its former residence.
Nanyi City is not your former residence?
What are you doing back here?
Lu Xiaoxiao cursed in his heart angrily.
Lu Xiaoxiao's sword flew out angrily.
The light of the sword is dull and the intent of the sword is dim.
In this war involving hundreds of thousands of people, they are inconspicuous.
Lu Xiaoxiao endured the pain in his abdomen and drove his sword to carefully pass through the witchcraft barriers, wiping the water of the Wu River and stabbing at a certain Huangliang soldier.
It dragged a lot of things that might be like bean curds, and spewed out behind the person.
Just think of it as bean curd.
Lu Xiaoxiaoru thought. It was dark anyway.
Anyway, the world is blind.
Anyway, I am just a small sword cultivator hiding behind the city.
There were a lot of things that Lu Xiaoxiao thought about silently.
The vitality in the divine sea was constantly being drawn away, driving his sword to shuttle outside the city.
I do not know how long it has been.
Lu Xiaoxiao's sword returned to his side, retreated, and rested cross-legged on the side. Another sword cultivator moved forward, getting on top of Lu Xiaoxiao's position, and continued to block the advancement of Huang Liang's army.
Lu Xiaoxiao had just rested for a short time when he heard a rather vast and low singing sound coming from the distance in the night.
The conjuring begins.
Lu Xiaoxiao lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his abdomen, which was already bright red.
But Lu Xiaoxiao had no time to take care of these things at this time.
He took the sword again and approached the outer wall.
Lu Xiaoxiao's realm is too low to see as far as those sword masters, so he can only use his own swords to accurately control them.
The Nanyi River under the night has turned into a particularly bright red color.
Lu Xiaoxiao regarded it as a red curtain.
Flowing drapery.
So I suppressed the fears in my heart.
The calling words from afar continued.
Soon those who have fallen will rise again.
This is the most terrifying place where the combination of the witch-ghost path and the secular army takes place.
Many years ago, Nanyi City was almost destroyed by Huang Liang under such a coordinated offensive.
But Zhang Xiaoyu and the others naturally would not let those people from the Witch Ghost Way far behind proceed without any scruples.
There were many sword lights as bright as stars piercing the night sky, heading towards the rear.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked towards the Sword Sect brothers.
Those senior brothers who had disappeared into the human world many years ago were indeed riding the sword wind and landed on the top of the city with great arrogance. Their swords were mighty and they followed the sword light.
Zhang Xiaoyu's sword, which is the most well-known in the world, is still on top of the city.
This Sword Sect brother, whose blood has not been washed away, has a Tao charm spreading all over his body.
There are mountains and rivers falling between heaven and earth.
Many of the Styx tails that had not yet had time to emerge were suppressed by those mountains and rivers.
But Zhang Xiaoyu and those Sword Sect brothers are only in the minor realm after all.
They are famous in the world only because they are young enough.
Rather than being strong enough.
The shamanic and ghost skills of nearly ten thousand people quickly suppressed those sword lights, and the galaxy of sword lights that passed by in the night gradually dimmed.
Lu Xiaoxiao stopped looking at his senior brothers and looked at his sword again, looking at the increasingly shorter stretch of open space outside Nanyi City.
The singing voice fell quietly.
The mighty river breaks through the mountains and rivers.
Thousands of black flowers bloom suddenly in the world.
So among those ostentatious flowers.
The first person to fall stood up.
So thousands of fallen people stood up again, bathed in the water of the Styx River from afar, and walked towards Nanyi City on three-thirds of the bloody earth.
The soul returns.
But there is no peace.
Lu Xiaoxiao's sword was extremely hot.
As the sword continued to be drawn, it gradually started to burn.
Holding it in my hand, it felt like a sharp tingling sensation.
But Lu Xiaoxiao did not wrap the sword hilt with vitality.
The stream of vitality in her divine sea was almost drying up.
So every point must be used very carefully.
In the sky full of blood and sword light, the first person finally stepped onto the Wu River that spread towards Nanyi City and climbed to the top of the city.
Those Sword Sect brothers naturally have no time to take care of this.
Their main attack direction is still those people of witchcraft and ghost way far behind the army.
Lu Xiaoxiao slashed his sword at the Huangliang soldier who stuck his head out and climbed onto the city wall.
In close combat.
Be it a knife or a sword.
The most powerful way is always to hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, then raise it high and lower it.
Just like chopping wood.
Lu Xiaoxiao chopped wood in silence.
Kill as many of those Huangliang soldiers as possible, and then survive on top of the city.
There seemed to be a flash of sword light in the green mountains of the human world.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked up hurriedly, but was stunned for a moment.
Then he almost got chopped in the neck by the soldier in front of him who was clinging to the top of the city and waving the long knife in his hand.
Fortunately, a certain Lingnan sword cultivator next to him struck with his sword in time. When he cut off the sword, he also cut off half of the man's head.
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't have time to thank him, he just came back to his senses and continued to chop off the heads that kept popping up.
Then there was a short gap, and then he looked at the sword light.
Not a sword.
But a man holding a sword.
Probably a certain Sword Sect brother.
After Yu Jian was unable to break through the magic of those witches and ghosts, he transformed into sword light and fell towards the rear of the yellow beam army.
It's certainly a cool thing to do.
But it is extremely risky.
Not to mention that there are countless big and small witches mixed in the Huangliang army.
It is an ordinary army of 300,000 people. If you are not careful, you will drown those senior brothers.
But fortunately, their goal is still to attack Nanyi City.
Moreover, the speed of the sword light was extremely fast, which allowed the senior brother to cross the army and fall into the witch ghost camp.
The singing voices of the witches and ghosts paused for a moment.
The art of summoning spirits is one of the few witchcraft techniques that lacks direct lethality.
This is also the reason why that senior brother dared to transform into a sword light and fall behind him while thousands of people were singing.
Lu Xiaoxiao knew what he wanted to do - reduce some pressure on Nanyi City.
After slashing at a certain Huangliang soldier with his sword, Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the other side of the city again.
The Taoist mountains and rivers were broken by those Styx rivers, causing Zhang Xiaoyu to suffer a lot of internal injuries. His face was pale, but he still drove the sword light and shuttled through the army.
There was sword light constantly passing through the night.
Lu Xiaoxiao turned back and looked outside Nanyi City.
Tonight's offensive was much more intense than this afternoon.
And this was what puzzled her the most.
Thinking of the senior brothers who came back before.
Could it be that something really happened in Daze?
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know.
He could only tighten his grip on the sword that was slippery with blood.
