After watching Jingsi Lake for a while, Nan Dao walked toward the corridor with his sword on his back.
Cao Weiying looked at his back from behind and didn't say anything. She just turned back and looked at the twilight lake again.
It is naturally difficult for a person who has nothing to do to preach to another person who has nothing to do.
Nan Dao carried his sword on his back and walked out of the gate of Xuanshuyuan in the dusk. Earlier in the morning, I wanted to go out and have a look, but then I met Mr. Mei and told Nan Dao that I was excited, so I went back to calm down.
When I came out in the afternoon, I found that Nanyi City seemed to have returned to its former prosperity.
Of course, the smell of the war that had just begun to end was still floating in the twilight wind.
Not far after Nan Dao walked out of the alley, he saw Mr. Xie walking towards him on the old wooden bridge on the street of Nanjingfang.
Mr. Xie is in the east of the city, so naturally he won't look like Zhang Xiaoyu and others dressed in blood.
Walking cleanly in the twilight at this time, it looks like an ordinary time, as if he just went out and came back peacefully.
Nan Dao stood aside, waiting for Mr. Xie to come over, saluted and said, "Sir, are you back?"
Mr. Xie nodded and said: "The fighting outside the city has stopped temporarily. Let's come back and take a rest."
"Thank you sir."
Nan Dao said it very sincerely.
Mr. Xie was a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "Of course we don't have to work hard. Xuansheyuan is in a special situation, so we naturally don't go to the front. The ones who have to work hard are naturally the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect."
Although the main courtyard and foundation of Xuanxuyuan are in Huangliang, after all, this is Xuanxuyuan in Nanyi City. Except for Mr. Ming of Wuguiyuan, most of the gentlemen in the courtyard are naturally from Huai'an.
So in the final analysis, Mr. Ming and the others are probably the only ones who are embarrassed.
This is why Mr. Riming went to Chengtou that day. He wanted to be honest and bring Nandao with him, just to prevent people from talking too much.
But maybe meeting a Huangliang Spirit Witch at this time is something that is destined to be inappropriate.
But Nan Dao was thinking about Ming Mayfly, who was very similar to Mr. Ming, and still didn't know whether it was right or wrong for the two of them to meet.
After all, there is more than just two words in the world: stance.
Thinking of this, Nan Dao was a little curious again. He looked at Mr. Xie and asked, "Where are Mr. Ming and the others?"
Mr. Xie said softly: "Mr. Ming has gone to the south of the city."
Nan Dao was stunned and said, "Why?"
Mr. Xie said slowly: "Probably because the war has not really ended, he will not come down."
Nan Dao was speechless, and then asked in confusion.
"Are there any voices of doubt in the world?"
Mr. Xie smiled and said: "Of course there is. Not to mention Mr. Ming, even us gentlemen will have some criticism. But of course you can listen to this kind of thing or not."
"Sir, you are quite open-minded." Nan Dao looked at Mr. Xie with some admiration and said.
When Mr. Xie heard Nan Dao's comment, he was inexplicably silent for a moment, and then said, "But I am a depressed person."
Just after he finished speaking, he seemed to realize something was wrong, smiled and said, "It's just a sentiment, don't take it seriously."
Hearing this inexplicable sigh, Nan Dao didn't know the reason, so he naturally had no idea. He just thought that Mr. Just go."
Mr. Xie shook his head with a smile, waved his hand towards Nandao, and then walked towards Xuansheyuan.
Nan Dao stood on the street for a while, until Mr. Xie's figure disappeared into the alley, then he turned and walked out of the courtyard.
I'm just thinking about a question.
Do you count yourself as a member of the Xuansheyuan?
Maybe it doesn't count.
After all, many people know that this young man who hangs out in the courtyard with an umbrella all day long was clearly rejected by Dean Qingxiang from the very beginning.
But maybe it counts?
After all, he has been in Xuanxuyuan for so long.
In fact, these are not important things.
It was just those words of Mr.
Just walking out of Nanjingfang with the sword on his back, and stopping on the bustling street of Nanyi City, Nandao didn't hear any strange words.
Perhaps it was because he was carrying a sword behind his back.
Maybe his legs and feet are not very agile, so maybe the world thinks of him as an injured Sword Sect member?
Nan Dao thought this, looking at the kindness in the eyes of those passing by, he felt a little ashamed, lowered his head and blended into the crowd.
The atmosphere in the south of the city is naturally warmer than other places.
Because many people secretly watched the battle at the top of the city over there under the eaves of those quiet alleys.
I have seen blood, and I have also seen sword light.
I have also seen the corpses of many sword cultivators who were sent down the city to Fengqiling.
So facing this victory, naturally there will be more emotions.
Nan Dao walked slowly along the Nanyi River. There were many people lying on the railings on the river bank, happily telling about the sword lights they had seen.
It was as if he were those swords at that time, lifelike and dancing.
The twilight on the riverside was not rich, but occasionally glowed with a golden color, rippling on the river along with the cruise ships that had been idle for a few days and then came out again.
But on the green eaves of the nearby long street, someone had already picked up a lantern and hung it up.
As if to make up for the desertedness of the past few days.
After walking on Nandao for a long time, I suddenly felt as if someone was watching me. I just turned my head, but found nothing, just all kinds of pedestrians.
Nan Dao felt a little strange, then he took off the Peach Blossom Sword from his back and held it in his arms.
Although holding Parrot Island may be more handsome.
However, there is no scabbard in Yiyao Island, so Nan Dao still holds the thick blue-black peach blossom sword.
My heart felt a little more settled.
Mainly because of the psycho named Ximen I saw yesterday, which made Nan Dao feel a little weird.
Nan Dao walked for a long time holding the sword, thinking that maybe he was suspicious, so he relaxed again in the noisy crowd.
Looking at a wine shop not far ahead.
Nan Dao touched the little money left in his arms and walked in anyway.
Although drinking too much alcohol can cause jaundice.
But I can't stand it. Nan Dao has been drinking for so many years. After all, he is a bit addicted.
When Nan Dao walked into the wine shop, he suddenly couldn't remember why he drank.
It can't be because of teenage love.
Nan Dao bought a bottle of wine, stopped by the river bank, and took a sip while holding his sword.
That's good.
Good to win.
Nan Dao thought with emotion.
Otherwise, I would always subconsciously think about the 80,000 Lingnan sword cultivators who came down the mountain.
They also use swords, but it seems that they lack some courage, so it can easily become something that they are ashamed to say.
Just sighing, Nan Dao suddenly turned around with his sword in his arms.
People on the side were startled by this young man with two swords.
Also follow his gaze.
However, there was nothing unusual about it.
Nan Dao turned back suspiciously, thought for a moment, took off the Yingying Island again, and held it carefully in his arms.
Of course it's not because holding two swords makes you feel safer.
Instead, the Youtiaozhou sword has a smooth body, like a mirror.
While Nan Dao was drinking, he glanced at the long street behind him reflected on the sword.
He was stunned as he looked at it.
...
Lu Xiaoxiao was walking down the long street with his sword on his back, protecting his wounds.
I just don’t know why, but while walking around, I subconsciously wandered to the south of the city again.
When Lu Xiaoxiao realized this, he couldn't help but sigh.
You really never forget me.
Although the situation seems a little clearer now, he is just a teenager after all, and he might still be watching the sunset in the courtyard.
Lu Xiaoxiao was thinking this and suddenly saw a black umbrella walking past in the crowd.
Lu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and then followed him.
The tail end is really exciting.
Although Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know why he did this.
Maybe you just want to see what that boy wants to do?
Lu Xiaoxiao secretly followed Nan Dao as he walked around the streets.
After walking for a while, Nan Dao seemed to realize something and suddenly looked around.
Fortunately, Lu Xiaoxiao reacted quickly. Seeing Nan Dao suddenly stop, he turned around in a hurry and pretended to pick something up from a roadside vendor nearby.
After a long time, Lu Xiaoxiao peeked over and saw that Nan Dao had stopped looking. He just took off his sword and walked away holding it in his arms.
Then I went to buy wine.
Lu Xiaoxiao frowned slightly when he saw Nan Dao buying wine.
Although swordsmen may all like to drink.
Half-drunk and half-awake, one sword comes and one sword goes away, which is natural and unrestrained, but drinking too much wine is not good.
Hands shake easily.
Of course, if the shaking is accurate, then just pretend that nothing happened.
So Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the young man drinking by the river and hesitated. Should he go up and tell him to drink less for such a young man?
Nan Dao looked back again.
Lu Xiaoyu hid again.
Then I thought, I am not a thief, so why are I so afraid?
But considering that he was following him after all, Lu Xiaoxiao still didn't stand up openly.
When the boy turned around, Lu Xiaowei came out again.
Then he saw the young man's eyes reflected in the sword with great embarrassment.
Lu Xiaoxiao vaguely remembered that he heard it somewhere. It seemed that Taoist Saint Li Queyi once said that the sword light is mutual.
Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't remember clearly either.
Anyway, if you can see someone's eyes in the mirror, then that person can also see you.
That doesn't seem to be talking about sword light.
Whatever the light is.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought, although the sword light must be mutual, the old man from the sword sect next door is talking about something every day. No matter how strong the sword cultivator is, he can't cover up the trajectory of the Thousand Miles Sword. If someone knows enough numerology, Well, even if you don't know how to practice and can't sense the sword's intention, you can still figure out where the sword comes from from the short trajectory of the sword.
Lu Xiaoxiao felt that this was an extremely profound question, and she couldn't figure it out anyway. After all, no serious person had gone to Xuanxu Academy to learn the mathematics that they were proud of.
Therefore, the Tianya Sword Sect always thinks of throwing away the sword and hiding it so that no one will know where they are when they use it.
It's a good idea, but the sword disappears after being thrown out.
Don't talk about others, you can't find it yourself.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought about it and realized that his thinking was wrong. Looking at the dull eyes reflected on the blade of the sword, Lu Xiaoxiao thought for a while, coughed, and walked through the crowd.
...
Nan Dao looked at the Lingnan female sword cultivator walking towards him in silence.
Although female sword cultivators are not uncommon in the world.
But the only people he had interacted with were Qiu Xi'er and this strange woman named Lu Xiaoxiao.
"I'm a little thirsty. Give me some wine."
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't act coy, he directly stretched out his hand towards Nan Dao.
When he came over, Lu Xiaoxiao thought about it and directly advised him not to drink. It would be a bit strange.
So it's better to borrow a drink from him directly.
Then let him drink it all, so that he will naturally have no more wine to drink.
Lu Xiaoxiao was naturally thinking well. After all, she had given Nandao steamed buns to eat, and Nandao would have been embarrassed to refuse.
Nan Dao thinks so too.
Just when he was about to hand the wine bottle to Lu Xiaoxiao, he saw the bloody wound on Lu Xiaoxiao's lower abdomen, so he retracted his hand, shook his head and said, "This is not good, drinking will cause Your wounds are getting worse."
Lu Xiaoxiao looked down at the blood on his abdomen. He never expected that Nan Dao would notice it. He would have covered it up earlier.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought for a while, but insisted: "It's okay, we are sword cultivators, so naturally we are not afraid of this kind of thing, just let me take a sip."
Just a small sip really.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought in his heart.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, still hesitant.
Lu Xiaoxiao kept holding out his hand.
Nan Dao sighed and handed the wine bottle over.
Lu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, he took the wine bottle and raised his head, it was Tun Tun Tun.
After one sip, most of the bottle of wine went into his stomach.
By the time Nan Dao took back the jug, the wine inside had already bottomed out.
Nan Dao stared blankly at the bottle of wine he just bought. He looked up at Lu Xiaoxiao helplessly and said, "Sister, what exactly do you want to do?"
Lu Xiaoxiao said confidently: "It's not good for little brats to drink."
"..." Nan Dao was silent for a while, closed the lid of the pot, turned around with his sword in his arms, looked at the twilight of the long river, and said slowly, "I know senior sister wants to have more interactions with me, but I I really have no idea of going to Lingnan at the moment.”
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Nan Dao's appearance and was silent for a while, but also laughed. He walked to the riverside guardrail and leaned against each other. They looked at Nanyi River and said with a chuckle: "I know."
Nan Dao turned to look at this senior sister who was more than a round older than him.
Lu Xiaoxiao continued: "But in life, there is naturally more than just a relationship by name. Even if we just have more interactions, it can be considered a close relationship. If we meet again in the future, we will not be so unfamiliar that we can't speak."
Nan Dao listened to Lu Xiaoxiao's words in silence, always feeling extremely weird. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Senior sister, do you want to listen to what you are saying?"
"?" Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Nandao. When he saw the intriguing expressions on the other people's faces by the river, he realized that this passage had the flavor of a love story about an infatuated man and a woman.
"What are you thinking about?" Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Nan Dao and said, "The status I'm talking about is the status between seniors and sisters. You can't learn it well at a young age, right?"
Nan Dao thought to himself that it was clearly you who said something strange, making others think that I had failed you.
But Nan Dao naturally didn't say it, and it would be even weirder if he did.
Lu Xiaoxiao naturally knew that what he said was a bit strange, so he thought about it and said in a different way: "In short, I still hope you can come to Lingnan."
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoxiao for a long time and said, "So why is senior sister so persistent?"
Lu Xiaoxiao chuckled softly and said, "Because I think you may have a future for the Lingnan Sword Sect."
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at the glorious river in the dusk, but he also thought of those Lingnan sword cultivators who came down from the mountains.
Naturally there will be some emotion.
But feeling emotional does not mean that you will be convinced.
"Why doesn't Senior Sister put hope in herself?"
Lu Xiaoxiao said slowly: "Because we really don't have this hope. The Lingnan Sword Sect and the Human Sword Sect are actually not far apart, but they are in completely different situations. The disciples of the Human Sword Sect are often more than 20 years old. At the age of 30, they are thinking about how to enter the Dao. Lingnan sword cultivators are still trapped in the Dao realm at the age of thirty. This is a world of difference. So even this time, tens of thousands of sword cultivators came to Lingnan, but those in the limelight It’s still the disciples who play cards in the city.”
Lu Xiaoxiao stopped and turned to look north.
There is a garden in the north.
In the human world, such a place of cultivation is actually very small.
But the future of a place of practice often has nothing to do with its size.
But height.
"When people talk about the Human Sword Sect, they often think of Xieqiao, a disciple from Mojianya, the peak generation. When they think of Cong Zhongxiao, the Three Swordsmen in the World, and later the best sword in the world, they think of Cong Ren, this one comes to life After a thousand years of sword training, I think of Chen Huaifeng and Zhang Xiaoyu."
"But when it comes to Lingnan Sword Sect, there is no name that the world can remember. Therefore, even if the history of Lingnan Sword Sect is much longer than that of human sword sects, the number of Lingnan Sword Cultivators is far greater than that of many sword sects in the world. This mountain The Zhongjian Sect is still unable to truly stand up in the world of practice."
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Nandao and said softly: "The world will definitely know your name in the future. So even if we know that you are the one Mojianya wants, we still have to give it a try."
"When you come to Lingnan, treat it as a place to see the scenery and a place where you stayed when you were young."
Nan Dao fell silent and looked at the dusk across the river.
Such sincerity is naturally very moving.
But just like Lu Xiaoxiao himself said.
What is there about a place like Lingnan Sword Sect that is worth going to?
Nan Dao also wants to be emotional, but unfortunately life cannot be determined by the impulse that remains in emotion.
"I can feel Senior Sister's sincerity." Nan Dao said softly, "But there has to be a reason, right?"
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the big river quietly.
"So I have been looking for a possible intersection with you, just to find a possible reason." Lu Xiaoxiao said jokingly, "For example, you suddenly encountered something, and I happened to save you. One life, then is there such a reason?"
Nan Dao was silent.
Lu Xiaoxiao leaned against the guardrail and said with a smile: "After all, you have to think about your dreams first before you have a chance to make them come true."
Lu Xiaoxiao turned to look at Nandao.
"What do you think?"
