Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoxiao blankly, and after a long time he replied: "Yes."
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't say anything else. He just leaned against the guardrail and looked at the dusk across the river. After looking at it for a long time, he turned back to Nan Dao and smiled, then walked toward the crowd with his sword on his back.
Nan Dao stayed by the river alone for a while holding a wine flask with not much wine left, then drank quietly and left the riverside as well.
After walking along the river bank for a long time, the night gradually fell.
Nan Dao looked at the empty wine bottle in his hand, gave up the idea of refilling it, and headed south of the city in the night.
It wasn't until he reached an alley outside Nanjingfang that Nan Dao heard a burst of slow footsteps behind him.
Nan Dao initially thought it was Lu Xiaoxiao who was following him again, so he turned back and said, "Senior sister, is there anything else?"
But just as he started to turn his head, Nan Dao was stunned.
It wasn't Lu Xiaoxiao, but Ximen who was carrying the Broken Knife.
Nan Dao frowned, held the two swords in his arms, leaned on the ground and looked at Ximen and asked, "Why are you following me?"
Ximen said quietly: "There are some issues that have been lingering in Heavenly Prison for a long time, and I would like to ask you to come over and explain them."
When Nan Dao heard this, his heart trembled for no reason, but he soon calmed down, looked at Ximen and said, "What's the problem?"
"You'll know it after you go there."
Ximen spoke very quietly and indifferently, raised his hand to touch the handle of the knife behind him, and walked slowly towards Nandao.
Nan Dao did not hesitate, turned around and ran towards the street of Xuanshuyuan.
After only running a few steps, Ximen chased him and slashed Nan Dao's umbrella with his knife, causing Nan Dao to stagger.
Nan Dao hurriedly grasped the Peach Blossom Sword and turned around. The released Ying Yu Zhou was held by the sword and hovered around him.
Ximen's eyes stayed on the sword intent surrounding Parrot Island.
Yes.
It was the sword intent that Lin Erliang had fought with in the Heavenly Prison that night when the incident occurred.
But when Ximen looked at the little sword cultivator in front of him who had only entered the Dao realm, he couldn't understand it.
How did he end up fighting like that with Lin Erliang in the Xiaodao realm?
Could it be because all the divine locking nails in Lin Erliang's body were not pulled out?
While Ximen was thinking, he looked at the angry and panicked face of the young man under the black umbrella.
"It seems it is indeed you."
Nan Dao held the sword, watched Ximen's eyes lingering on him, frowned and said, "Are you sick?"
Simon said quietly: "I'm not sick, but you probably are."
Nan Dao had no intention of talking to Ximen any more. Who knew what this man was doing?
Yao Yuzhou beside him chirped softly, and the sword intent turned into a stream of light and shot toward the west gate. Then he held the Peach Blossom Sword tightly, stepped on the stone slab on the ground, and stabbed the sword toward the west gate.
Both swords came down together.
Ximen's body was filled with sword intent. Although he was still extremely weak, he was more than enough to cope with the current situation. He spun the broken sword in his hand, and Ximen first struck at the streak of light with one strike, lifting Parrot Island out of the cold night light. He slashed out, then moved forward and faced the sword thrust from Nan Dao.
The story is naturally no longer what it was like on that long deserted street in the west of the city.
Although Ximen's sword was broken, the intention of the sword was spreading out at this time. The green-black peach blossom sword had just come through the night, and was slashed diagonally on the sword by Ximen. , but it went downwards and stabbed the stone slabs in the alley, causing a burst of sparks to burst out.
Nan Dao was shocked. He didn't expect Ximen to be particularly strong today. He hurriedly sheathed his sword and sunk his umbrella, and took a few steps back.
Ximen's knife followed him like a shadow. Fortunately, Nan Dao lowered the umbrella in his hand in time, and the knife struck the umbrella again, making an extremely clear sound.
Nan Dao felt a tremor in his hands, but blood slowly oozed from the tiger's mouth where he held the umbrella.
Ximen did not continue to follow, but looked down at the broken knife in his hand.
A new gap was added to the edge of the knife.
Seeing the inexplicable sword intention faintly remaining on the gap, Ximen seemed to understand something. He looked at the umbrella in Nan Dao's hand and said softly: "It is indeed a good sword."
This is the second time Nan Dao has heard such words.
The first time was when Qiu Xier looked at this umbrella at Jingsi Lake and said this.
Maybe it is indeed a good sword, but Nan Dao has never put the umbrella away, so naturally it cannot be used as a sword.
In comparison, the Peach Blossom Sword was much miserable.
Zhang Xiaoyu had already used the stone to pry it off, and a piece of it flew away. However, at this time, another piece of it flew away from Ximen's knife, and the appearance was extremely ugly.
But no matter how ugly it was, it was still the first sword Qiu Xi'er gave to him. Nan Dao raised the sword with some distress and looked at the gap in the sword.
But before he could even sigh, the sword wind was already close to his body again.
Nan Dao hurriedly raised his umbrella, and then he staggered back as he and the umbrella were hacked together.
Ximen came close to him again with his sword in his hand. Sword intent surged around Nan Dao, and the sword that fell not far away from Yiaozhou Island turned into cold light again.
Ximen stepped sideways, and then slashed at the sword light again. Youtiaozhou was chopped down by Ximen for the second time. Fortunately, the sword Cao Weiying gave to Nandao was quite unusual. It was chopped down by two people in succession like this. times, it was still intact, but it fell not far away.
Naturally, Ximen's injuries have not healed. After continuously slashing the sword light, he paused for a while, panted and coughed twice.
This gave Nandao some hope. Parrot Island once again turned into a stream of light and shot towards the west gate. Then he held his sword, and there was a faint sword wind blowing around him. Just like the sword that pierced through flowers, it pierced the opponent not far away very quickly. The west gate stands with a sword.
As Ximen, who is in the seventh realm of the small path and is regarded as a very high-level practitioner in the entire cultivation world, was taken away by Beitai under the green mountain, so he will naturally not make such a mistake of underestimating the enemy again.
So it stopped and stopped, when the two swords came suddenly one after another again.
However, Ximen also let Nan Dao know what a sharp knife that is as famous as Cheng Lu is called.
A cold light flashed under the night.
Nan Dao's quick sword, which had not yet started, suffered four heavy blows in an instant under the darkness of night, and then escaped.
Parrot Island was hacked out by a knife for the third time earlier.
Nan Dao didn't even see clearly how Ximen's knife fell.
In the blink of an eye, the two swords were slashed and fell into the alley.
The Five Swordsman of Ximen is certainly not a wasted name.
Nan Dao's expression changed and he wanted to retreat. Unfortunately, although he could only use one hand, Ximen could use two.
Nan Dao was already moving backwards, and the black umbrella in his hand was held by Ximen's other hand.
Ximen, who looked a little pale but held the umbrella tightly, looked at the panicked young man in front of him calmly.
"I just want you to explain something." Ximen said slowly. "If you are not, then we will naturally send you back."
Ximen's words seemed a little gentle after those sword intentions and sword intentions fell together.
But whether tenderness is real or fake, Nan Dao doesn't know.
Nan Dao lowered his head slightly and looked at the two hands on the umbrella ribs.
One is mine and the other is Ximen’s.
Ximen can hold the umbrella.
Naturally because Nan Dao is holding it.
What if Nan Dao gets loose?
Nan Dao's fingers moved, as if he wanted to let go.
But I hesitated a little, maybe because I remembered a certain dream.
Nan Dao did not let go.
He looked at Ximen and said, "Okay."
Ximen's eyes fell quietly on the umbrella.
Just for a moment, he felt that his hand seemed extremely heavy.
There was an inexplicable chill surging behind him.
But that feeling only lasted for a moment and then disappeared.
Ximen looked at the young man in front of him hesitantly, but in the end he didn't ask anything.
...
Chen He sat on the listening platform, holding a book in his hand, looking at the night with some melancholy.
The fighting outside has stopped, but Chen He also knows that this is temporary.
In fact, sometimes I think about it, this feeling of anxiety may not be because the young man named Cao Weiying came to the world from Laogou Town and seemed to be looking at something.
So after Chen He saw the war begin, he had been feeling a little sad.
Xianyunyehe is naturally Xianyunyehe, but it also requires a human being to be peaceful and comfortable.
The current situation is naturally depressing.
Chen He put down the book in his hand and was stunned for a long time, but he faintly heard some strange noises near Xuanxu Courtyard. Could it be that someone was forging iron?
Chen He thought curiously.
I stood up and walked to the wind listening platform and looked for a long time. I didn't see Nan Dao in the bamboo forest. Where did this kid go?
Chen He put down the book in his hand, walked out of the library, and walked through the bamboo forest towards Jingsi Lake.
On the podium, there were many gentlemen whom I had never seen before, sitting on the edge of the road in the dark, probably chatting about the war.
Chen He said hello one by one from the side, passed through, and then saw Cao Weiying sitting alone by the Jingsi Lake in a daze.
He seems to have been here for a long time?
Chen He thought with some uncertainty.
Cao Weiying heard the footsteps and didn't look back. There have been very few people in Jingsi Lake these days. They came here, either from Nandao or Chen He.
"Why are you still sitting here?"
Chen He walked to Cao Weiying and sat down next to him. There were some insects chirping in the grass. The night lake in front of him was quite peaceful. Unfortunately, there was no moonlight and only some sparse starlight. Otherwise, the fallen flowers in the lake would have been quite artistic.
Cao Weiying held her chin and said, "Why wouldn't I be sitting here?"
Chen He thought for a while and said, "Can I go out for a walk?"
Cao Weiying leaned back, as if she wanted to lean on something, just like leaning on the peach tree left on the South Island in the big lake outside Laogou Town. Unfortunately, there was nothing behind her, so Cao Weiying Yingying changed her position, retracted her legs, hugged her knees, and really curled up like a teenager sitting by the lake.
"Actually, I've seen it a long time ago. I went out to enjoy the breeze earlier, so I thought I'd review it again." Cao Weiying sat on the edge of the lake holding her knees and whispered softly. The wine gourd around her waist followed the slight movement of Cao Weiying's body. Sloshing, the wine inside kept hitting the gourd wall, making a sound like ocean waves.
Chen He looked at the gourd with grass as a firefly, then turned back, looking at the lake surface that was also slightly rippled in the fallen flowers, and said slowly: "Then you will just sit here all the time?"
Cao Weiying felt a little weird when she heard this. She turned back and looked at Chen He for a long time. She probably understood something. She turned back and said with a smile: "It seems you want to leave."
Chen He fell silent, then looked up at the night. There was no sword light in the night, and there was no faint shout coming from the south of the city. There were just many stars, like fireflies. Chen He was not sure whether they were fireflies.
"Maybe." Chen He said softly. "I want to walk around the world happily and leisurely, but now Nanyi City may not be able to calm down for a long time - when I can't calm down, I always feel a little flustered, and I don't know why this happens. Son, I feel an inexplicable debt, as if wasting my life in fear is a rather luxurious thing."
Cao Weiying nodded, looked at the lake for a long time, and asked, "Then when do you plan to leave?"
Chen He tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Wait a while and see again? If it weren't for this war, I would probably stay in Nanyi City for a long time. After all, this is a special place in the world. Listen to those The sound of playing cards and pushing a cart on the street to sell tofu to someone who may be Daxiu is actually very interesting. But one thing I am curious about is that Nanyi City has always been called the place where all rivers flow together. Why is this In this war, it seems that you rarely saw other people?"
Cao Weiying thought for a moment and said, "Maybe someone got confused and forgot to write it down at the beginning, so he passed it by in a daze."
"?"
Listening to these inexplicable words, Chen He didn't know what he was talking about.
However, Cao Weiying smiled and did not say anything more about it. She looked at Chen He and said, "Weren't you writing the story of the South Island earlier? Where did you end up writing it?"
Chen He scratched his head and said: "It was written that someone was chasing someone on the South Island, and then he summoned a sword light that descended from the sky, and killed all the enemies with his sword in a rather cool manner."
Cao Weiying laughed.
Chen He looked at Cao Weiying and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
Cao Weiying shook his head, took the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip and said: "This is not like Nandao. If it is really him, he must be hesitating there. This young man is still confused. Walking in this world, you can't do such a cool thing."
Chen He thought for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.
When they were discussing how to kill Hua Wuxi handsomely and meaningfully, Nan Dao did a lot of stupid things.
For example, when he ran out excitedly, his leg was broken and he became a cripple for a long time.
If the persona doesn’t match, it’s really impossible to do such a thing.
If it were Zhang Xiaoyu or Chen Huaifeng, it would be possible.
But Chen He was not very familiar with these two people.
"But I'm curious, how did you come up with the plot of the sword skill falling from the sky?"
Cao Weiying looked at Chen He and asked curiously.
Chen He thought for a while and said: "Maybe he held that umbrella all day long and refused to let go even when he was about to die. I felt that there must be some secret on it, for example, something in the sky was watching him. Once he is discovered, something will rain down from the sky to silence him on earth."
Cao Weiying listened very carefully.
Chen He continued: "It has to be mysterious and handsome, so naturally it has to be something very cool, such as a sword. Then I thought, for example, in a scene like this, Nan Dao is being chased to a dead end, and even the sword They were all killed, and the person who was chasing him looked at Nan Dao with some pride and arrogance, saying that you are finished."
Chen He became a little excited when he said this, stood up, picked up a branch from the side, and held it in his hand like an umbrella, imitating that scene.
"At this time, Nan Dao lowered his head and glanced at the umbrella in his hand, then raised his head and said very calmly - Have you ever seen a sword technique that fell from the sky? The man was still in a daze, and Nan Dao He let go of the umbrella in his hand. Then a sword came from the sky and stabbed the man to death."
As Chen He spoke, he let go of the branch in his hand.
It's a pity that there is no such thing as a sword coming from the sky, but the branches fall silently to the ground.
"How is it? Isn't he handsome?" Chen He looked at Cao Weiying and asked.
Caoweiying tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "He is indeed handsome."
Chen He sat down again and said with regret: "It's a pity that this boy from Nandao is a little ignorant. He looks stupid. I don't know if he can do such a thing."
Cao Weiying smiled and said, "Maybe it will happen?"
"By the way, where is Nandao? It's so late and you haven't come back yet. Where have you been shopping?"
Chen He looked around. He and Cao Weiying were indeed the only ones on the Jingsi Lake side. He did not see a young man practicing sword practice with an umbrella.
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "He just had a fight with a person from Heavenly Prison outside and was probably arrested."
Chen He was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask why he got into a fight with Tian Yu, but suddenly he remembered what Nan Dao, who seemed to have changed into a different person, said to him that day on the listening platform. .
Then there was silence.
After a long time, he looked at Cao Weiying and said, "What should we do now?"
Chen He naturally did not have the ability to go to the Heavenly Prison to rescue people, so he looked at Cao Weiying and asked.
Cao Weiying just took a sip of wine, then handed the gourd to Chen He, and continued to sit on the edge of the lake with his knees in his arms, wandering back and forth.
"What do you mean?"
Chen He took the wine gourd and said, "He was caught, isn't that the end?"
Cao Weiying looked at Dahu with a smile and said: "His father doesn't care about these things. You are not his father, so why do you care so much."
Chen He sat there holding the gourd, speechless.
Cao Weiying turned to look at him and said, "Drink some wine, go back and take a nap, and then think about when to leave Nanyi City to find your leisurely and happy days."
Chen He was silent for a while and said, "Don't care?"
"Can you take care of it?" Cao Weiying said with a smile, looking up at the night in the world. The stars were twinkling in the blue-black sky, but they were still much sparser. "You are just a passerby in the world of wandering clouds and wild cranes. It is naturally difficult for you to participate in his story. You meet him for a while and then leave. There is no endless banquet in the world. It has always been like this."
"But he could have died there."
Chen He was a little silent.
"I saved his life, so naturally I have to be more responsible."
Cao Weiying looked at Chen He quietly and said, "It's not you, it's me."
