The mountains are blurry and the drizzle wets my clothes.
The young man coughed, clenched the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand, and ran away among the green mountains with a black umbrella.
Just now, Hua Wuxi held the sword and threw it away. At this time, Nan Dao didn't know which direction he was going.
But no matter which direction you go, it's actually the same.
Who else in the world is willing to drive a Tianyan car around the world to find himself like Chen He?
Nan Dao suddenly realized it when he was running in the rain like this.
In fact, those days in Xuanxuyuan were not good.
There was a hidden rejection in everyone's attitude.
It's just that Chen He held up the light regardless.
So when he drove the Tianyan car and left Nanyi City, those stories dimmed.
Nan Dao thought silently.
Holding the sword, he ran away among the sea-like green mountains and jungles, like an isolated island from the south.
This time the escape was much longer.
So when Nan Dao turned around panting and saw the figure coming through the wind and rain, he felt as if he had been running for several days.
But not that long.
Maybe it was just an hour.
Hua Wuxi came quietly through the wind and rain, looked at Nan Dao who turned around, and said calmly: "It's time for you to speak."
Nan Dao stood there resting with his sword in hand, looked at Hua Wuxi and said, "What word?"
Hua Wuxi tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "For example, our relationship may not be so bad that you have to kill me."
These were the words Hua Wuxi said when Nan Dao was chasing Hua Wuxi a long time ago.
Nan Dao looked at Hua Wuxi in silence for a long time and said softly: "I probably know."
"What?"
"There's something really wrong with your brain."
Nan Dao spoke slowly, feeling that it was obviously a shame for him to answer his question so seriously.
Hua Wuxi seemed to be irritated by this sentence, and his body instantly crossed the wind and rain of the green mountains and landed in front of Nan Dao.
Nan Dao hurriedly raised the sword, but Hua Wuxi held the sword in his hand again.
"Can you say that again?"
Hua Wuxi held the Peach Blossom Sword tightly and stared at Nan Dao with a gloomy expression.
This scene reminded Nan Dao of the look on Hua Wuxi's face a long time ago, around March 4th, when he first saw Hua Wuxi in Xuanxu Courtyard.
Then some long-standing stories came to mind.
Such as Beitai.
So Nan Dao looked at Hua Wuxi without fear and said something he had not seen for a long time.
"What are you barking at?"
The power of countless witches and ghosts spread.
Nan Dao instantly felt that the wind and rain were pressing down on him.
Hua Wuxi held the Peach Blossom Sword angrily, but the sword made some painful squeezing sounds.
Then Nan Dao was hit by a huge force and rolled down the mountain road.
Hua Wuxi went through the wind and rain and was about to approach the South Island again.
However, at this moment, the Parrot Island behind Nan Dao, who was rolling on the mountain road, suddenly came out of its sheath.
It fell into the hands of a man in white who suddenly appeared, and the storm in the world stopped for a moment.
The long sword had already stopped behind Hua Wuxi.
Hua Wuxi looked down at the hole in his robe with an unusually calm expression.
The location of the hole is right at the heart.
Taohua stopped in front of Hua Wuxi while holding Yiaozhou in her hand.
Hua Wuxi raised her head and looked at the man in front of her with only a peach blossom on her face, but she felt extremely strange.
"Who are you?"
Taohua didn't answer, she just calmly drew her sword.
Nan Dao stopped on the mountain road and looked there blankly.
It's not because of the appearance of peach blossoms.
The reason why he did this was to test whether the peach blossom would come out.
What made him stunned was the still cold light on the Parrot Island.
Not a trace of blood.
The sword seemed to be piercing the air.
Taohua's figure only appeared for a moment and then disappeared into the forest.
However, countless vitality was instantly withdrawn from the Divine Sea of South Island.
Peach blossoms are naturally very strong.
But he can only borrow what the South Island has.
Hua Wuxi looked at this scene, but his anger slowly disappeared, and he looked at Nandao with a soft smile.
"Okay, okay, it turns out there are two people in your body."
The wind and rain in the mountain lifted up the loose robe.
At this point, Nan Dao finally knew why the sword pierced the air.
The story begins when Young Master Wubei steps into an alley and overlaps with the figure of a person named Bai Fengyu.
But Nan Dao didn’t know those stories.
So he just stared blankly at the body full of holes under the witch robe.
Even Hua Wuxi's words were ignored.
After a brief period of confusion, Nan Dao picked up the Parrot Island that fell in front of him, struggled to stand up, and continued to run forward on the green mountain path.
Hua Wuxi quietly looked at Nan Dao's back as he left in a hurry.
But he was thinking about a question.
So who learned this playful pursuit from whom?
The mountain wind stopped and the witch robe fell down. Hua Wuxi stepped on the wet fallen leaves on the mountain road and continued to move forward.
...
Cong Xin sat on the guardrail of the bridge and watched Taohua swing her legs.
This April rain did not fall into a pool.
In fact, this kind of pretentiousness did not exist in the human world a long time ago.
It wasn't until someone discovered that the Zhuojian Terrace on Mojian Cliff was inaccessible to all wind, rain, cold and snow in the world, that the world knew that this could be used for spiritual practice.
That was when the Great Dao first appeared a thousand years ago. When people were still thinking about how high the Great Dao could be, the man at Mojian Cliff was already so tall that he didn't want to go any higher, so he began to refuse the disturbance of the wind and rain in the world.
This extremely pretentious approach was later learned by the Human Sword Sect.
So next to this creek bridge, if the sleeping person does not want to see the wind and rain, then the wind and rain will not be allowed to enter.
After all, this is a place to sleep.
So those peach blossoms were flying comfortably in the April breeze.
Cong Xin looked up for a long time, then lowered her head to look at Zhang Xiaoyu who was recovering from his injuries in the stream.
"What were you looking at earlier?"
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head from the clear stream, remained silent for a while, and said, "I have a junior brother who is being hunted down."
Of course Nan Dao is not from the Sword Sect.
It's just that from the time Zhang Xiaoyu asked him to call him senior brother, to the stories that followed, Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to have acquiesced that Nan Dao was his serious junior brother.
Just like the young boy Hu Lu who was worried about how to become the leader of the sect.
Cong Xin seemed to understand who it was and looked at the pile of peach blossoms under the peach tree.
It's a pity that the dried peach blossom that was buried at the beginning has disappeared. It may have rotted and turned into soil and nutrients, and then bloomed on the peach tree again.
Cong Xin looked at it for a while, and then said slowly: "Don't you care?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the empty scabbard on his knee and said softly, "I don't know if I can care."
"Why?" Cong Xin was very curious.
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at the world. The trees in the garden blocked all vision, and the peach blossoms were falling one after another.
"I'm afraid my sword will come back."
Cong Xin fell silent. After a long time, he asked the same question again.
"Why?"
Zhang Xiaoyu fell silent, thinking about the diary he wrote in Su Guang's inn not long ago.
He already knew why.
But he didn't want to say it.
Because he really regarded Nan Dao as his junior brother.
"There is no reason." Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, "The story develops like this, so it is best not to see her."
Cong Xin said nothing more and looked up at the sky.
There is drizzle in the distance and peach blossoms nearby.
Maybe they are all blurry and sad pictures.
"You and Cong Ren are both people who know the Karma Sword." Cong Xin said softly, not looking at Zhang Xiaoyu, but just looking at the sky, as if there was something in the sky that was clearly elusive but was regarded as a standard by the world. "So to a certain extent, you are all people who can see your future destiny, right?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Maybe, but I am too far away from destiny, maybe countless three feet. So I can only feel that my sword is very close to me."
Cong Xin still just looked at the sky quietly without looking at Zhang Xiaoyu, maybe she was blaming why he chose such a path in the first place.
She is naturally the little girl who once stood behind Nan Dao and said that peach blossoms are so beautiful.
But she is also someone who has lived with the Human Sword Sect for many years.
She can naturally understand many things.
But it is just like the attitude of the previous sect masters.
Everything is lazy.
"What if you were 2 feet 9 away from your destiny?"
In this world, if someone is three feet away from destiny, he is already called a person who is away from destiny.
So can anyone really be two feet nine away from destiny?
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know either, but he knew what it was, so he said softly: "Then I'll turn around and leave without taking another step."
The riverside fell silent.
Daomen is naturally the ultimate materialist.
Just like what the Prime Minister said.
Even if they are talking about something as mysterious and elusive as fate.
But no one would argue with that statement.
Because more than a thousand years ago, there was a man named Li Queyi.
This is a person who is still indispensable in this world for countless years.
He has made the greatest contribution to the current world.
Missing one particle theory.
In just six words, it encompasses the origin of everything in the world.
In the book, I once mentioned that the so-called fate is the entanglement of countless missing particles.
Understand the unknowable random trajectories of all particles.
It is the evolution of fate.
This is also the reason why one door is missing.
So of course destiny is materialistic and real and can be elusive.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought calmly, looking at the rain curtains in the distance.
Unfortunately he is elusive.
So I had no choice but to sit in the clear stream and let the story go on.
...
Nan Dao looked back at Hua Wuxi who reappeared in the drizzle by the stream not far away. He held an umbrella and was silent for a long time, then said: "Think about it carefully, maybe the relationship between us is really not that bad. To the point of killing me.”
After Taohua's sword attack, Nandao also lowered his attitude.
So what he said was very sincere.
Hua Wuxi seemed to be very satisfied with Nan Dao's words, so she meditated seriously by the stream.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and backed away slowly.
Hua Wuxi pondered for a while, then raised his head and said seriously: "I don't think it's possible."
Nan Dao held the umbrella, looked at Hua Wuxi and said, "Why?"
Hua Wuxi said softly: "Because I didn't kill you at the beginning, but you did kill me once."
Hua Wuxi seemed very sad. He looked at the gurgling stream at the foot of the mountain, then jumped in and sank under the stream. Across the streams and the drizzle, he looked at Nandao and said slowly : "You see, I was like this at that time. You stuffed me into that water tank. The water in the tank kept pouring into my body. I looked at the world and was very suffocated. Through those things gradually The water surface, stained with blood, looks at the world like this."
Hua Wuxi poked her head out of the stream, stood wet in the stream, walked slowly towards Nandao, and said softly: "Do you know how desperate I was at that time? The human soul cannot last forever. If you stay in the human world, the pulling power of the Styx will become stronger and stronger as you stay. I just hid there, fighting for my life with the Styx. It is so vast and unstoppable. , at some point, I even heard the cold wind coming from the depths of the distant Yellow Mountains, which made me feel in a daze, and I could almost lose my grip on my soul - everything was tearing it apart, tearing it apart. Hold me, make me suffer, make me wail, make me hide in the darkness and tremble all over."
Nan Dao held an umbrella and slowly backed away in the rain. He looked at Hua Wuxi who was wading through the water like blood, and said slowly: "Then how did you survive?"
"Someone passed by that alley." Hua Wuxi said this very calmly, "I made all the plans, including the fact that you have really cultivated to a point where I will die. When those words came out, I prepared the technique of detention.”
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "You are in so much pain that you must have wanted to kill me, so why do you let me say such things?"
Hua Wuxi stepped onto the bank of the stream, walked towards Nandao all wet, and said softly: "Because if you don't ask, I won't be able to tell you directly. If you don't pay attention to those things, I will talk to myself alone." The language seems very pretentious and stupid. So you have to ask, you have to arouse my emotions, arouse my anger, ignite my pain, and then I can tell you - "
"How damn you are!"
When Nan Dao heard this sentence, he dropped the umbrella in his hand.
This umbrella, which I don’t know how to cast, is still extremely tough.
When the power of the witches and ghosts attacked, Nan Dao was protected below.
Then it fell towards the clear stream with Nan Dao.
It's a pity that Nandao has never seen those attacks falling on the umbrella.
Otherwise, he would be able to guess something from the sword intent that faintly circulated and split everything when the rain fell on the umbrella above his head with all the power.
But he is the one under the umbrella.
It is naturally impossible for the person under the umbrella to see what is on the umbrella.
Nan Dao coughed and stood up from the clear stream.
Hua Wuxi stood calmly on the shore, looking at Nan Dao running forward in the stream, and said softly: "Now, it's your turn in the water."
The stories are very similar.
One person is chasing and the other person is running.
It's just that the person chasing and the person running have different identities.
Nan Dao silently held his umbrella and sword and walked further away on the rushing stream.
Hua Wuxi followed behind him, as if the anger had calmed down again.
The two of them kept moving forward among the green mountains.
Until we crossed some green hills and stopped in front of other green hills.
There seemed to be the sound of a river flowing in the distance.
Nan Dao stopped, looked back at Hua Wuxi, who was chasing after him unhurriedly, and gasped, "I'm a little tired."
Hua Wuxi said very humanely: "Then you can take a rest."
Before Nan Dao could sit down on the mountain path, Hua Wuxi had already sat down first.
The two of them looked at each other across the mountain road. The mountain was covered with drizzle and fallen leaves, and the mood was very cold.
If it were Chen He, he might write a scene in which two swordsmen draw their swords to fight.
It's a pity that although Nan Dao is a swordsman, Hua Wuxi is not.
So nothing happens.
Nan Dao sat down leaning against a tree, holding an umbrella and leaning on his sword.
"Although I know you don't want to admit it." Nan Dao looked at Hua Wuxi in the rain on the other side of the mountain road and said slowly, "But I think maybe you really should see a doctor."
Hua Wuxi looked at Nan Dao calmly.
"Someone has said this before."
Hua Wuxi said calmly, lowered his head and was silent for a long time.
"That man was killed by me."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said a very familiar sigh.
"Then you are really doing all kinds of bad things!"
Hua Wuxi smiled softly and raised his head to look at the sky.
The sky is split, and it is extremely messy by the branches of the old trees in the mountains and forests.
There was a lot of rain on his face.
"Yes."
Hua Wuxi said with a soft smile.
"I am such a person who has done all kinds of bad things, so are you afraid?"
Nan Dao held the umbrella in his hand, looked at Hua Wuxi, and said slowly: "I'm a little scared, but I'm more curious about what kind of story happened to you to make you look like this."
Hua Wuxi looked at Nan Dao quietly and said, "Then what story happened to you and made you become what you are now."
The two looked at each other for a long time on the mountain road.
No one told those stories.
Maybe no one can tell clearly.
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, then looked at Hua Wuxi and asked another question.
"How did your brother die?"
Hua Wuxi was silent for a long time, looking down at the body he owned, looking at it quietly for a long time, and then said very calmly: "He deserves it."
Nan Dao looked at the look on Hua Wuxi's face. Maybe he didn't even know that his face was actually extremely complicated.
But he still thought he was calm, indifferent, and at peace with himself.
That's why I ignored some things that fell like rain while shaking.
"I don't believe it."
Nan Dao said softly, stood up with his sword in hand, and continued to move forward along the mountain path.
Hua Wuxi did not catch up, but just sat there silently, looking down at the broken body.
The story of my brother in the human world.
Is it really what you tell the world?
Hua Wuxi was silent for a long time, trembling all over.
Shortness of breath.
The rain falling on my face was like sweat of panic.
Maybe it’s just sweat.
So why did you stay away from Beiwu Dao and come to Nanyi City?
Hua Wuxi suddenly couldn't remember clearly.
