It is April 1st, one thousand and three years in the calendar of Dafeng.
The rain gradually ended in the early morning.
When Nan Dao woke up, the bamboo leaves all over the table were shaking down, and the rainwater accumulated on the bamboo branches was slowly dripping down.
Listen to the sound of ticking in the bamboo forest outside the wind tower.
It sounds like an ordinary rainy morning - if you don't think about the blood outside the city, which may be full of rivers.
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't think about it deliberately.
It's just that the wind blowing from the big swamp in the south inevitably carries the bloody smell of the war outside the city.
Nan Dao picked up the Peach Blossom Sword from the side, walked to the edge of the stage and sat down.
The smell of blood in the wind was not too strong.
Maybe it's because of the rain.
But if you smell it carefully, you can still smell some.
Chen He hadn't woken up yet. He was still sitting there covering his face with a book. The rain last night didn't blow in to give him a shower. This was something that Nan Dao found quite strange.
After sitting on the stage with his sword in his arms for a while, Nan Dao felt a little hungry, so he walked downstairs and looked back and forth for a long time at the Tianyan car outside the library. Chen He probably hadn't worked on the iron plate for a few days. The tofu is eaten, so there is nothing here.
Occasionally, a few students passed by outside the bamboo forest, probably returning from foraging for food.
In the past few days, Nandao has not seen many students in the courtyard. Perhaps they are all in their dormitories or going home.
It was rare to see a few gentlemen. After all, many gentlemen went to the top of Nanyi City.
All thanks to the masterpiece of Mr. Peking University.
That put Nanyi City into such an embarrassing situation.
Nan Dao walked along the bamboo forest path with a sword on his back and an umbrella, and then he saw Mr. Mei walking out of the Wenhuayuan cafeteria with some food in his hands.
Nan Dao subconsciously clenched the umbrella, then walked forward and said hello to Mr. Mei.
"Good morning, Mr. Mei."
Mr. Mei turned around and saw Nan Dao, who was carrying a sword on his back. He smiled and said, "Are you going to wander around again today?"
Nan Dao scratched his head awkwardly and said, "No, I'm just a little hungry and wanted to find something to eat."
Mr. Mei suddenly realized it and handed some of the buns to Nan Dao.
The two of them walked and ate together, and then stopped at the gate of Xuansheyuan. They squatted at the wet moss gate, gnawing on the buns and chatting.
"When did you come back."
Nan Dao looked at Mr. Mei and asked.
Mr. Mei said angrily: "Yesterday afternoon, there was only movement over there. I wanted to watch more, but Lao Xie and the others kicked me off the top of the city, saying that I couldn't do anything and it would be a hindrance if I stayed up there."
Nan Dao looked at Mr. Mei and said, "Although it doesn't sound good, it's true."
Mr. Mei gave Nan Dao a blow on his head.
After being beaten for a while, Nan Dao felt a little more comfortable. He was chewing on the buns and smiling silly.
"But it should be better next time." Mr. Mei squatted at the door, looked out of the alley, and said slowly.
"Why?"
"Because the northern army should be arriving at Nanyi City soon." Mr. Mei was also a little unsure, "I heard what Lao Xie said."
Nan Dao said oh.
As Mr. Mei spoke, he remembered something. He looked at Nan Dao and said, "By the way, weren't you very close to Beitai before? Why did he do this?"
Nan Dao shook his head and said, "I don't know, he and I had some misunderstandings, so we had a falling out, and I haven't seen him since."
"That's it." Mr. Mei didn't say much, just sighed and squatted at the door.
"It seems like I haven't seen Li Die for a long time." Nan Dao looked at Mr. Mei and said.
"Oh, I asked him to stay at home so he wouldn't wander around like you."
"..."
Nan Dao is just melancholy.
The two squatted at the door and finished eating the buns. Mr. Mei stood up, patted his butt, carried some remaining food, and walked out of the hospital.
"I'm going back to prevent that kid from starving to death at home."
"OK."
Nan Dao was still squatting at the door with his sword on his back.
Quietly looking at the deserted alley after the rain.
...
Quietly by the lake.
Perhaps it was because of the rain last night that Cao Weiying did not sit in the previous place, but sat under a magnolia tree, still looking bored.
Nan Dao walked in with a sword on his back. When he saw Cao Weiying was still here, he asked curiously: "Why are you always here?"
Cao Weiying turned to look at Nandao and said, "Because I'm waiting for something."
"what?"
Nan Dao asked as he walked to the lake and sat down.
There were some footsteps not far away. Nan Dao turned around and saw Yun Hu Zhi Zhi walking over with a thick stack of paper and stopping next to Cao Weiying.
Cao Weiying took the thick stack of paper from Yunhu Wenzhen's hand, waved to Nandao with a smile, and said, "That's it."
Nan Dao was stunned, not knowing what it was.
Yunhu seemed a little tired. After handing those things to Cao Weiying, he yawned and nodded to Nandao, then turned and left Jingsi Lake.
Nan Dao walked over curiously.
Cao Weiying was turning over those things.
I flipped through it very quickly and couldn't see anything clearly in Nandao.
I just vaguely saw many line-like drawings that I had seen in the School of Mathematics and Physics.
Cao Weiying finished turning over it quickly and threw it aside. He held his chin and looked at the lake, not knowing what he was thinking.
Nan Dao picked up a few pictures and looked at them for a long time. He still didn't understand what they were. Looking at Cao Weiying, the young man in Qingshang thought for a while and said, "It's probably just to calculate how many people there are in that big swamp." powerful."
"Did you calculate it?" Nan Dao looked at the thing in his hand repeatedly, wondering how this thing was calculated.
After all, Nan Dao is just a boy who can spell every word wrong.
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "Maybe we've figured it out."
"Why is it called maybe?"
Cao Weiying looked at the many white flowers floating quietly on Jingsi Lake and said slowly: "Because I just guessed that she existed in a certain realm, I asked Mr. Yunhu to calculate the trend of that realm, but this trend is still not accurate. Exactly, we don’t know either.”
Cao Weiying said, paused, smiled to herself, and said: "I don't know whether that person is in that realm, so I called it possible to calculate it."
Nan Dao put down the papers, folded them aside carefully, looked at the young man sitting under the tree, and said, "If that's the case, does it still make sense to count these things?"
"Meaning?" Cao Weiying tilted her head and thought for a long time before saying, "Of course there is meaning. At least I can be sure that if she just stays in the realm we guessed, then I can sleep peacefully."
Nan Dao listened very carefully. Although Cao Weiying did not explain who it was, he could guess some things from these days.
"What if it's not?"
Cao Weiying looked at the lake with his chin on his cheek, and said with a soft smile: "If not, then I might have to get busy."
"Then why not just ask?"
Cao Weiying looked at Nan Dao like a fool and said, "Who is going, you go?"
Nan Dao shook his head and said, "Since you are curious, you must ask."
Cao Weiying turned around, looked at the lake on the other side, and said: "I'm not going. I think she will probably recognize where I am. If she goes there and really can't beat me, she will be beaten badly." .”
"Why did she beat you?" Nan Dao asked, looking at Cao Weiying's back.
Cao Weiying sighed and said: "Because there is such a not-so-good story behind it. Although that story has nothing to do with me, I am not sure whether she will be angry with me because of her identity. So it’s better to take a look.”
"I think you are a little humble." After Nan Dao finished speaking, Cao Weiying sat there without moving for a long time. He thought something had happened. When he was about to ask, Cao Weiying turned around and said with a smile. Looking at Nan Dao, he said, "It's okay if you know secretly."
"..."
Nan Dao was silent.
Nan Dao was certainly not boasting casually.
The thousands of sword lights seen above Tianshang Town that day are still deeply engraved in Nan Dao's mind.
It’s just that there are still many things in the South Island that I haven’t seen through.
For example, the water in that lake is actually filled with sword intent.
There are many lakes like that.
But the look on the young man in green clothes who had been praised made Nan Dao decide not to praise him again.
How can someone answer the call?
Fortunately, Cao Weiying did not continue on this topic. She picked up the papers on the side and threw them into the lake.
"No more?"
"Now that you know it, there is no need to ask for it anymore." Cao Weiying said casually.
"I thought you would leave it to Mr. Yunhu. He seems to like writing some weird books." Nan Dao thought of the book he saw in Qiu Xi'er's hand again.
When I first saw it, it really shocked South Island for a whole year.
I can't understand it, I really can't understand it.
Maybe this is the difference between big guys and ordinary people.
Cao Weiying was stunned for a moment, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Is this so?"
Nan Dao nodded.
Cao Weiying looked at the paper that had been soaked in water and the ink had been soaked in the lake. He sighed and said, "Forget it, maybe he still has a manuscript there."
Nan Dao sat by the lake and looked at the papers floating in the lake with the white flowers. He thought for a while and said, "So is this thing useful?"
Cao Weiying smiled and said: "Maybe it will be big, maybe it will never be big. But for some things, you can never deny their value in the future. Just like the things that people praise so much, most of them are actually extremely boring. , you can even see it written in it in what weather, the pumpkins planted will produce the biggest and sweetest fruits. Do you think this can be like something written by a Taoist from Hangu Temple - so Li Queyi is actually the same Very boring person. But there are many things written. As long as the world continues to move forward, it will be of some use one day. Even if the world is gone one day, maybe some weird life such as the demon clan will continue. Those things will be useful if you survive on this land."
Nan Dao said in shock: "I don't understand."
Cao Weiying chuckled, looking at the clean sky in the morning after the first rain in April.
"It's normal not to understand. Some things include all living beings in the world, not just limited to Huai'an or the world." Cao Weiying said slowly, "So sometimes, it is better to look higher and farther, although in It is useless now, but it may not be a thing of the future.”
Nan Dao thought of the stories about dreams told by Cao Weiying in Tianshang Town. He looked at Cao Weiying in the world and asked: "What about you, in those stories, have you done anything extraordinary? ?"
Cao Weiying said calmly: "Not yet."
"Does that mean there will be one in the future?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "I don't know if it will happen in the future. I am not a person who likes to focus on Qianqiu. I just did some things that I like, and then tried to answer some questions, and finally thought of a possibility. It's a very strange way. I don't know if the world will accept those things in the future, and I won't think too much about it. There are many people in the world, and all their ideas are slowly corrected while moving forward, and finally they will become That is the only correct way forward in the world."
"If I'm right, the world will follow this path."
"If I'm wrong, the world won't be stupid enough to make those mistakes over and over again."
"That's it."
Nan Dao listened quietly, looked at Cao Weiying and said, "Can you speak human language?"
Cao Weiying looked at Nan Dao with a smile and said, "I'm not a human being."
"..."
Nan Dao was silent.
It’s not natural for people not to speak human language.
Of course, Cao Weiying is most likely not a human being.
The stories he tells are often long and boring. If it were an old man sitting on a small bench by the door at dusk, talking about these things, it might not be so inappropriate, but Cao Weiying would look like a young man.
So it sounds weird.
So what is Cao Weiying?
Demon?
Nan Dao didn't ask.
Because there is a high probability that those things are irrelevant to the current story.
Small talk is okay.
There is no need to be more sincere.
The most important thing is Yingying, a young man who looks like a big shot in the world at first glance.
If you ask urgent questions, you can give yourself a beating and there will be no place for you to complain.
Nan Dao sat by the lake for a long time, but he could no longer smell the smell of blood in the wind blowing from the south of the city.
"Aren't they going to fight today?"
Cao Weiying turned her head and glanced south. Unfortunately, the magnolia forest was too tall, so if she just looked there normally, she wouldn't be able to see anything.
Cao Weiying turned around and said, "I probably won't fight anymore. After all, I need to take a rest."
Nan Dao sighed softly and said, "It's best not to fight anymore."
Cao Weiying glanced at Nan Dao and said, "If you find it boring, you can practice sword practice, or else just wander around with your sword on your back all day?"
Nan Dao looked at Cao Weiying and said, "Don't you just be lazy and do nothing all day long?"
Cao Weiying said with a soft smile: "Because we have reached the end, it is difficult to move forward. We can only wait for the accumulation of long years. You don't want to learn from the good and only learn from the bad."
"..."
Nan Dao then pulled out his sword, walked to the forest aside, and began to practice the sword, the fastest sword in the world.
Cao Weiying held her chin by the lake and looked at Nandao.
Maybe all talented people are this lazy?
Cao Weiying yawned, then turned back to stare at the papers floating in the lake. The ink had completely smudged out, revealing a large black area on the back of the paper, like a flower.
The sounds of swords drawn behind him were quite rhythmic.
Cao held her chin up for Firefly and fell asleep.
...
Some stains on the white flowers are still not washed away after several rains, and they look small and dirty.
Ximen sat in the yard with a broken knife on his back, looking up at the pear blossoms above his head.
The sword intent was permeating his body, and he was slowly recovering.
Fortunately, that finger came from Beitai, a young man who had never practiced Buddhism before.
Fortunately, that finger is the middle finger, not the index finger.
But Ximen was also a little confused.
Who lent that mountain and river to Beitai in the first place?
If Beitai hadn't owned that finger, Ximen wouldn't have lost the military talisman in shame.
Nanyi City will not become what it is now.
Ximen has always blamed himself for this incident.
That's why he was scolded by Zhang Xiaoyu until he was speechless.
Ximen looked at the pear blossoms for a long time and then lowered his head. Large pieces of broken flowers had fallen around him.
The pear blossoms that fell from the trees were chopped into pieces when they passed through the sword around Ximen, and fell down miserably.
The entire Heavenly Prison was still silent, and the door was slightly closed. Naturally, no one would want to come and take a look inside.
Although the Heavenly Prisoners were all outside Nanyi City, they stayed there together with the Lingnan sword cultivators.
But the black heaviness of the past still remains in the hearts of the world.
Therefore, even if they knew that the Heavenly Prison was empty, not many people were willing to pass by the alley outside.
Ximen was happy and free. He was not one of those experienced jailers, so he still did not suffer from their gloomy moods most of the time.
I have never been to the top of the city.
After leaving that day, Ximen didn't take another look at the city.
In a place like Nanyi City, the Human Sword Sect is naturally more reliable than anything else.
Ximen didn't want to stage a drama where he was still fighting on the front line despite being seriously injured.
That makes no sense.
The human world will not look at Heaven Hell because of this.
It's better to stay in the yard and take care of your injuries.
Then find a way to make the Heavenly Prison operate again. This is what Ximen has to do.
Ximen looked at the fallen flowers around him, thought about many things quietly, and then closed his eyes.
However, at this time, there were some unhurried footsteps coming from the alley.
Simon opened his eyes again.
Look at the black door quietly.
The door is naturally extremely heavy.
So even if there is wind, it will not affect anything.
The footsteps were not those of a random passerby.
It is coming towards the heavenly hell.
The walk was very quiet and steady.
Maybe it's because I'm too familiar with this road.
When Ximen heard the footsteps, the broken knife that was about to move fell back again.
He probably knew who was coming.
Di Qianjun.
Although this level is not too high, he is still someone who has sat in the position of Southern Dispatcher for a long time.
Naturally, he is much more familiar with what Heavenly Prison should be like than Ximen.
Simon breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, the person with the headache is not me anymore.
It would be better for me to go outside honestly.
He looked up towards the door.
Di Qianjun, dressed in a black robe, opened the door with his sword, looking pale but indifferently looking at the pear blossoms in the courtyard.
Then he looked at Ximen and said slowly.
"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother Ximen."
