The night is quiet, maybe something will happen.
Maybe not.
Someone was holding a lantern and standing calmly on a long dark street.
The robe is wide, and the wooden stick holding the lantern is retracted into the sleeves. If a pedestrian passes by, he may be panicked and look like a robe standing on the street corner holding a lantern.
But it was already late at night, and Nanyi City was very quiet, so naturally no one noticed it.
This is Dongcheng Street.
At the end is the city gate to the east of the city.
The man stood there quietly holding a lantern. There was also a lantern above his head, but it had been extinguished. Only the lantern in his hand was emitting a faint light.
Nothing to see, nothing to do.
Just standing quietly, maybe waiting for something.
That thing can be a person or an umbrella.
or.
A man holding an umbrella.
He also doesn't know if someone will come back.
But in the dead of night, there was a senior brother sitting on top of the tomb mountain. The instinctive fear made him not want to disturb anything.
So if someone doesn't come back, he will look for him all the way when the city gate opens the next day.
After waiting for a long time.
The man laughed softly.
Someone is back.
Maybe still holding an umbrella.
There are two swords on his back.
He didn't care why the boy came back.
For him, all he needs to do is come back.
So he held the lantern tightly and stepped back a little, retreating into the darkness under the eaves of the long street.
No one from outside the city can come in.
So naturally we have to wait for dawn.
...
Nan Dao held an umbrella and stopped by a mountain road outside the city.
Looking at the heavy and closed city gate from a distance, Nan Dao did not walk over, but found a rock on the side of the mountain road, and then sat down against the rock.
The night shouldn't be long.
Nan Dao looked up at the increasingly sparse and dim stars in the distant sky, and closed his eyes beside the rocks.
The vitality of heaven and earth is slowly gathering towards this place.
Continuously filling the streams and rivers in the Divine Sea.
After going to Nanyi City to say goodbye to Zhang Xiaoyu and the others, Nan Dao will go somewhere else.
Naturally, we must seize the time to restore those divine seas that have dried up for unknown reasons.
Nan Dao walked in the land of the divine sea with two swords on his back.
Peach Blossom has returned to the Divine Sea, with her back to the South Island, sitting under the huge peach tree.
Nan Dao stood by a certain stream, looking at the man in white from a distance, and then his eyes went up and landed on the sword intention above the peach tree. Where did this sword intention come from? Still unknown.
But as his own sword intent continued to grow, when Nan Dao saw that sword intent again, he felt more and more frightened by the coldness and sharpness on it.
The Blue Ox Five Thousand Words was suspended on the upper level.
Although Nan Dao didn't know why it entered the divine sea, he was vaguely aware that it was suppressing the edge of the sword.
Nan Dao watched quietly. No one told him the answer in the divine sea, so he could only guess by himself.
Countless vortices absorbing vitality are suspended at the top.
Like an island.
An island in the south.
Nan Dao didn't know why, but he suddenly had this idea.
Then he smiled to himself and walked deeper into the Divine Sea along the direction of those vitality streams.
Until we stopped at a lakeside where many lakes were reunited.
I had a big dream that day in South Island and woke up here.
Taohua stood beside him and said some very strange words to him.
Nan Dao suddenly couldn't remember what Tao Hua said at that time.
It was as if he couldn't tell whether the town in his dream really existed.
So it became a rootless duckweed, drifting in the world.
Yes, rafting.
Nan Dao suddenly remembered Tao Hua's last words - it's time for us to continue drifting.
Nan Dao stood by the lake and looked silently for a while, then walked around the lake.
Continue walking further away.
Until it stopped somewhere on the beach where it seemed to have some prototypes.
There is no water at the bottom of the ocean.
The South Island heads towards the dry seabed.
I don’t know how long I walked, but I finally reached the lowest level.
There seems to have been water here.
And the dry land looks like silt.
Among the mud, there was a small, green tree taking root there.
It was clean, with no flowers or fruits.
Nan Dao looked at the tree as tall as himself in silence, thinking silently.
After all, there was such a tree first, and then there was such a sea.
Or is it the other way around?
He didn't know that when he saw it, both of them existed here at the same time.
Nan Dao thought for a while in silence, and then sat down under the tree.
Just like peach blossoms sitting under the peach tree.
When Nan Dao sat under the tree, the isolated islands suspended in the sky in the divine sea began to speed up.
There seemed to be streams in the distance that merged into a big river, coming with the sound of gurgling water, but it was still far away.
It seemed to be drizzling in the sky.
There must be water to be called the sea.
Nan Dao listened quietly, and the two swords behind him unsheathed and fell into the drizzle of the divine sea. The sword intention, which was swimming in the stream like a fish, jumped out and surrounded the two swords.
Whereabouts unknown.
But after all, it is in the divine sea.
Nan Dao didn't pay attention and raised his hand to press on the Taoist tree in front of him.
The leaves on the branches trembled slightly, exuding a pleasant atmosphere.
However, Nandao instantly had a view of the entire Divine Sea.
It's like standing at the highest point of those distant divine seas.
Countless islands are floating in the darkness like countless lone stars.
The drizzle slowly fell on the ground from an invisible place.
There seems to be some Taoism circulating in Qingniu Five Thousand Words.
The sword intent was suspended peacefully.
Taohua sat quietly under the peach tree, raised her head and glanced at the sky.
There are two streams of light dragging the tail fins and shuttling around in the drizzle of stars.
Nan Dao watched calmly, and then his eyes followed the streams of vitality that were like leaf veins, and landed on that extremely small seabed.
There was a little person sitting in front of the tree holding an umbrella.
A stream finally gathered behind him, and the first drop of water fell into the seabed.
There seemed to be some ostentatious white on the green little tree.
what is that?
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment.
He let go of his hand and returned his gaze to himself.
He looked up at the tree in front of him.
On a certain branch, a small white flower bloomed tremblingly.
Nan Dao looked at it quietly for a long time, seeming to understand something.
When it blooms, it will naturally bear fruit soon.
When it's in bloom, it's the best time to go out.
April can also be late spring.
Step on the wind of late spring and leave, never looking back at the world again.
Therefore, Hangu Temple has always been outside the human world.
Nan Dao looked up at the Blue Bull Five Thousand Words book above the Divine Sea, but a question came to his mind inexplicably.
What kind of flowers did the man who rode the green ox see when he left the customs?
Nan Dao was very curious.
But more than two thousand years passed.
Everything is already unknown.
Maybe it's just an ordinary, unknown little white flower blooming on a branch in spring.
Just like the one on the tree in front of me.
Nan Dao closed his eyes and didn't think about it anymore.
...
It rained lightly on April 3rd in the year 103 of the Gale Calendar.
Nan Dao woke up to the sound of pattering on the umbrella.
Light rain in the mountains and forests.
A lot of green and yellow leaves had fallen on the road, and they were trembling in the rain.
Although it is a little inconvenient to hold the umbrella at all times, it also avoids some sudden situations.
For example, I don’t know when it started raining.
The sky is still a little dark, and the gate of Nanyi City has not been opened yet.
Nan Dao sat by the rocks, watching the rain quietly, and then stretched out his hand into the rain.
There was no rain, snow, or sky.
In fact, the most important thing is the latter.
When it comes to rain and snow, I feel a little uncomfortable at most, like coughing and making pig noises.
See the sky...
Nan Dao didn't think about it anymore, he just remembered a big dream he had before waking up.
Maybe there’s also Mr. May’s story.
Nan Dao sat in silence for a while. The flowers in the divine sea were still blooming. Maybe they would wither soon and turn into a green fruit hanging on the green tree.
Maybe not long after, many flowers will bloom, and then the first fruit will grow.
Nan Dao stood up holding an umbrella. Looking at the sky in the rain, he felt that it was almost done. He straightened the two swords behind his back and walked towards Nanyi City.
The city gate did open when Nan Dao walked on the road.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and walked forward on the rainy road, but stopped when he was approaching the city gate.
There is a human sword sect in the city.
So even if the fighting in the south still continues, no one is here to check people coming in and out.
So after the heavy door was opened, it stood empty in the rain in the distance.
Passing through the dimly lit city cave is a long street.
There was a man in a loose robe at the corner of the street, holding a burned out lantern and standing there quietly.
When Nan Dao looked over, he also looked up.
So their eyes met.
The world is silent.
Nan Dao felt that he might have seen the person with the missing lower lip somewhere.
But he couldn't remember.
But the picture in front of him was so weird that Nan Dao couldn't help but stop.
For some reason, Nan Dao subconsciously determined that that person was waiting for him.
So he stood in the rain outside the city holding an umbrella, raising his hand to hold the Peach Blossom Sword behind him.
The man on the street corner just watched calmly, and then saw that the lantern in his hand had been extinguished, leaving only the paper lantern that looked a little pale and blurred in the rain, but he said a word.
"Actually, in my original imagination, I should also be in that alley, holding a lantern, as red as blood, sitting on the wall, watching you die. But later I felt that this was too much. To take risks, you should learn the sword of Mo Jian Ya, and maybe you can ignore the Liuyun Sword Sect person. When we relaxed our vigilance, he stabbed out with a sword. That would make me look stupid, so I didn't go there later. .”
This sentence was very long, and the person holding the paper lantern also spoke very slowly, so it took a long time.
The sound was not loud, but the rain in the early morning was not loud either, so Nan Dao still listened to the entire sentence intermittently.
Then Nan Dao understood who the man on the street corner was.
Hua Wuxi was supposed to be dead.
Nan Dao clenched his sword tightly, but did not draw it out, nor did he ask a question in shock.
How come you're not dead?
If it were before, Nan Dao might have asked such a question, but not now.
Because this kind of thing, maybe just like the disappeared Nanke Town, has no answer.
Or not telling yourself the answer.
So he held the umbrella and held the sword tightly. The sword wind surrounded him, opening up a curtain of wind and rain, and headed in the opposite direction of Nanyi City.
Hua Wuxi, who came back to life in his brother's body, just looked at Nan Dao's back calmly as he turned and left.
There was no rush to catch up.
Of course what he got was more than just Young Master Wubei's body.
There are a lot more.
For example, the body cultivation.
Although Young Master Wubei had consumed most of his witch and ghost power in the battle with Zhang Xiaoyu.
But he is a spiritual wizard who was born from the wind blowing under the great swamp.
So deal with a Nandao who is only in the Dao realm.
Hua Wuxi has no reason to rush.
He lowered his head and looked at the lantern in his hand, which was as pale as his face.
"We are really lucky."
After the words fell, Hua Wuxi's figure slowly disappeared on the street corner in the rain.
...
On top of the tomb mountain, Chen Huaifeng, who had a sword on his knee, opened his eyes and looked quietly towards the east of the city.
Of course he knew about Hua Wuxi who reappeared in the eyes of the world through the body of Gongzi Wubei.
I just didn't care about this kind of thing.
The grievances and grievances in the world are the grievances and grievances in the world.
Although the Human Sword Sect is in the human world, it is not a dispute resolution center outside the market.
Chen Huaifeng looked at a young man running towards the green mountains outside the city, but he was thinking about a question.
Nan Dao also called him senior brother.
Chen Huaifeng looked at it quietly for a long time, then closed his eyes again, fell into the divine sea, and watched the Dao Fruit fall into the sea.
Of course not all juniors are juniors.
Senior brother, naturally there are limits.
...
When he realized that the person on the street corner was Hua Wuxi, Nan Dao also thought about running towards the city.
In the city, there are grasses like fireflies and a small fish.
But he hesitated for a moment while holding the sword, and then headed out of the city.
Not only on the day he was imprisoned, but Chen He from Xianyun Yehe came.
It was even more because the Hua Wuxi in front of him looked very strange.
There was an inexplicable sense of oppression on that figure.
Nan Dao was not sure that he could really ride the sword wind and enter the city in front of him.
So the South Island headed outward.
He didn't know where he could run.
If it were before yesterday, he would have chosen to go to Nanke Town.
In Nan Dao's vague memory, he seemed to have heard Cong Ren say such a sentence.
Your father and I are old acquaintances.
But Nanke Town, just like its name, turned into a wasteland river valley and a big dream.
Nan Dao didn't know where he should go, so he could only hold the sword in his hand tightly.
But before he ran into the mountain path he came from earlier, Nan Dao saw a figure holding a lantern and standing quietly by the rock.
Nan Dao stopped, pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword from behind, and stood there silently.
Hua Wuxi looked at the young man holding an umbrella quietly in the rain, seeming to be thinking about how he limped and chased him with a sword a long time ago, so he said softly: "Now, it's my turn to chase you. "
Nan Dao didn't run away, he wanted to give it a try.
So he gripped the sword tightly, stepped on the rain and fallen leaves, and before Hua Wuxi finished speaking, he stabbed the figure beside the rock.
From a human perspective, this sword is very fast.
It is a human quick sword that is not yet proficient.
It was the sword that pierced flowers.
It's a pity that today's flowers are not yesterday's flowers.
Hua Wuxi looked at such an impolite young man and frowned very maturely. Maybe living in his brother's body made him forget that he was actually a young man.
So he raised his hand, but directly grasped the stabbing sword.
The young man's sword could naturally hurt Hua Wuxi's body, but neither the sword's intention nor the sword's edge could overcome the strong witch-ghost power in his palms.
Before Nan Dao's horrified look took shape, a huge force came from his hand, and his whole body was dragged by Hua Wuxi, and then flung away into the distance.
It's like a farmer catching a snake in the field, then pulling its tail and smashing it to the ground.
Nan Dao was thrown heavily to the ground.
Landed in muddy water.
Hua Wuxi made no next move, just wiped the rain off her hands on the lantern, and then looked at Nan Dao quietly.
"You should run, Nandao."
Nan Dao gritted his teeth, picked up the sword that had fallen aside, climbed up with mud and water all over his body, and headed towards the rainy world in the sword wind.
Hua Wuxi stood calmly by the rock, not looking in the direction Nandao was leaving, but looking back at Nanyi City.
Maybe Youdao's eyes had been fixed on this place before, but he finally took it back.
That gaze did not come from the tomb mountain.
But the Sword Sect in the north of the city.
Somewhere under the Qingxi Stone Bridge.
So that gaze fell back on the stream, not on the mountain.
Hua Wuxi looked at it in silence for a long time.
Whether it's the past or the present.
The young man in white who was once keen on playing cards would always bring him a lot of fear.
But Hua Wuxi didn't want to admit it, just like the many lies he had told to cover up himself.
He opened his clothes and looked at the body covered with sword wounds.
Some of those sword wounds came from Zhang Xiaoyu, and some came from Cong Ren.
"Look, you are scared by Zhang Xiaoyu."
Hua Wuxi said.
Said very calmly.
Just like the truth.
Hua Wuxi closed his clothes, and the Wu River spread out around him.
The broken Wuhe River is only slowly being repaired.
In the great swamp and the southwestern mountains, the power of the Styx is constantly coming towards this place.
It turned into the power of witch ghosts and filled up the broken witch rivers.
As Chen Huaifeng once said, Hua Wuxi is different from Gongzi Wubei.
He is a natural wizard.
People who are favored by ghosts and gods.
Hua Wuxi calmly looked at the April rain and watched them fall into the growing Wu River surrounding them.
It seems that there is also some nostalgia like the former Gongzi Wubei.
Hua Wuxi looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "Goodbye, my dear and hateful brother."
When his words fell, they landed on the fallen leaves knocked over by the rain.
There seemed to be a slight wind blowing in the world.
Then it rolled up a certain fallen leaf and headed into the distance.
There is no end in the distance.
It is the Youhuang Mountains.
There is a River Styx there, which is said to be the destination of all people in the world.
Hua Wuxi watched the fallen leaves go away quietly.
"If we were not from the Northern Witch Way, maybe we could really love each other."
Hua Wuxi turned around without any hesitation and headed towards the green mountains somewhere in the south of the human world.
