I don’t know when this rain will stop.
Nan Dao stopped at the foot of Qingshan with an umbrella and a sword.
Hua Wuxi was not far behind him, calmly looking at Nan Dao's figure stopped in the mountain rain.
"Further ahead is Daze."
Hua Wuxi said calmly, as if he had forgotten the pain he had experienced on the mountain road.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said softly: "It turns out that he has run out so far."
Hua Wuxi's eyes passed over the mountains and rain, and fell to the large swampy taro sea in the distance.
"The River Styx is still further away."
Nan Dao looked back at Hua Wuxi. This figure who came all the way in the rain was very calm in the rain. Nan Dao just looked at him and said nothing.
"What are you looking at?"
Nan Dao turned around and continued walking forward on the muddy road with his sword in hand.
"I was wondering how far it is from Nanyi City."
Hua Wuxi said calmly: "It's so far away that even if Zhang Xiaoyu really wanted to come to save you, he wouldn't be able to make it in time."
Nan Dao walked forward step by step, remained silent for a while, and said, "So you are worried about this?"
Hua Wuxi just stood there, quietly looking at the young man holding an umbrella and walking slowly in the rain, and said: "There is still some sword intent left in this body. He died in Zhang Xiaoyu's hands, so naturally I Be cautious."
Nan Dao chuckled softly and said, "I thought you just wanted to relieve your anger that I chased half of Nanyi City."
Hua Wuxi looked at Nan Dao curiously and said, "Why can you still laugh?"
Nan Dao held his sword and held his umbrella tightly, and walked forward slowly.
The taro sea on the edge of the large swamp is already looming, and the blue-gray taro leaves are turning like a sea in the drizzle.
"Because this is not a sad thing." Nan Dao said softly.
After walking out of the mountain road where they had rested for a while, their emotions gradually calmed down.
So it sounds like meeting an old friend in the mountains and rain, taking a leisurely walk and chatting.
"I cried many times." Nan Dao said casually while walking.
"In Xuanxu Courtyard, because I was afraid of death, I stood on the bamboo forest path and watched Mr. Yunhu cry like a mess."
"Also in Xuanxuyuan, when Mr. Mei's wife died because of some of my mistakes, I also cried bitterly for a long time."
Nan Dao said softly and smiled peacefully.
"Even before, before you stood waiting for me on the street corner of the east city of Nanyi City, and before I walked out of that mountain forest, I cried."
"Those are very sad things."
"But that's not the case."
Hua Wuxi looked at Nan Dao's figure walking calmly towards Zebian, but asked curiously: "Why?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Because the story with you is not worth my sorrow."
Nan Dao stopped, looked up at the rain and the umbrella, and finally his eyes fell on himself and the lonely young man hiding under the umbrella.
"In other words, I'm a mean person."
Nan Dao said calmly: "If something cannot exist in my feelings, I will not invest emotions in it."
Do you love the world?
Do you love the human world?
The answers to these questions are simple yes or no.
If it were someone who had rejected everything from Daze and died in Nanyi City, he would answer.
His answer was an unhesitating yes.
Nan Dao doesn’t know.
He was alienated from childhood.
Even if you are angry, you are only angry with yourself.
"I think I may be a good person. But I lack the sincere emotion that a good person should have." Nan Dao said softly, looked back at Hua Wuxi, thought for a long time, and continued, "Do you know?"
This sentence is very baffling.
So Hua Wuxi frowned, not knowing what he was asking.
Hua Wuxi said nothing, so Nan Dao muttered to himself.
"The stories are similar, so there are actually a lot of things hidden in my words. If you are curious, you can find many problems."
Hua Wuxi looked at Nan Dao quietly, and then said slowly: "I'm not curious. Just like your umbrella, it may hide some secrets, so that it can block a lot of things for you."
Hua Wuxi also walked towards the seaside.
"Pain is something that needs to be repaid. My emotions are richer and more painful than yours." Hua Wuxi said calmly, with the power of witches and ghosts surging around him.
"The wind blowing from Daze once fell on Hua Wubei's soul, and now it also falls on my soul."
Hua Wuxi felt the power of the witches and ghosts surging around him.
He said calmly: "So I'm not curious and I don't care."
Nan Dao said no more, holding an umbrella and walking forward in the drizzle.
The two of them headed towards Daze one after the other.
It was very close to the River Styx.
You can even see the tail of the Styx hanging down from the distance in the hazy rain.
Nan Dao stopped at the edge of the river, turned his head and looked at the tail of the River Styx in the distance.
"It's a good thing to die here." Nan Dao said softly, "To be too far from the Styx River will take a long time, and to be too close to the Styx River is a kind of blasphemy. Here and I heard that there is another autumn river in Nanchu, it should be The best place on earth.”
"Yes."
Hua Wuxi stopped not far behind Nan Dao and also took a look at the tail of the Styx over there. It was different from the tail of Nan Chu called Qiu Shui.
This tail is called the tail.
The world may be too lazy to give it a name. Maybe it once had a name, but it was forgotten over the years.
"This place was chosen very well." Hua Wuxi glanced over there, then turned around and walked towards the other side of Daze.
Nan Dao heard the footsteps gradually walking away behind him, and turned around to look at Hua Wuxi curiously.
"you are leaving?"
Hua Wuxi walked with her hands folded in the drizzle, her loose robes fluttering along with the taro leaves in the drizzle wind.
"I just think you are a very unceremonious person."
Hua Wuxi said as he walked.
"It's like when you killed me in Nanyi City. The alley was too rough, and the time was not wonderful. So I say you chose this place very well. The world is windy and rainy, the sea of taro is surging, and the sky and the earth are thin. In the middle, I’m coming to you on the other side.”
Hua Wuxi looked at the taro sea in front of him and said softly: "This is the best."
But maybe it wasn't good enough. Hua Wuxi stood by the taro sea and tilted her head and continued to watch.
Nan Dao smiled softly, looked at the hesitant Hua Wuxi, and said, "Isn't this enough?"
Hua Wuxi said softly: "Yes."
Nan Dao held an umbrella and held his sword. He looked back towards the direction of Nanyi City for a long time, and then said slowly: "Maybe we can walk into the taro sea."
"These taro leaves are so tall that they disappear as soon as people walk in. Normally, you can still see the taro leaves turning to look for traces of others, but today there is wind and rain. Just like you said, the wind and rain are miserable, and the taro sea is surging. From invisible to visible, maybe it has a more charming charm.”
Hua Wuxi listened very carefully, thinking about it, and then walked towards the taro sea.
Nan Dao looked at Hua Wuxi's figure disappearing under the taro leaves, then turned back to look in the direction of Nanyi City. He looked at it quietly for a long time, then he also held an umbrella and swung away the taro leaves, heading in a further direction.
The two of them were submerged in the taro sea.
Like entering the sea.
Disappeared in the waves of turning taro leaves.
...
Chen Huaifeng was sitting on the tomb mountain, but he opened his eyes uneasily.
Turning his head to look in the direction of Yun Mengze, he sat in front of the thousands of tombstones and frowned for a long time.
Then the wolfberry sword on his knee... the senior brother's sword turned into sword light and fell into the human garden.
There was a sleepy little boy Hu Lu who was carried to the tomb mountain by the light of the sword. Hu Lu, who was still immersed in the dream of laziness and strength, opened his eyes and saw Chen Huaifeng. He thought this was a good omen, so he closed his eyes. Turning around, he yawned and said, "Senior brother, what are you doing so early in the morning?"
Chen Huaifeng gave Hu Lu a head blow, and then said: "There is something strange in the south. Go back and ask Zhang Xiaoyu to go to the city to take a look."
Hu Lu then turned around, looked at Chen Huaifeng under the monument and said: "You want to bring me here from Jianzong for something like this? Aren't you and Senior Brother Xiaoyu so powerful? You can't just look at me. , I looked at you, made eye contact, and then explained the matter?"
Chen Huaifeng did not hit Hu Lu on the head again, but he also did not talk nonsense with him. He just let his senior brother's sword turn into sword light again and sent Hu Lu back to the Sword Sect.
Then he continued to look in the direction of Yun Mengze.
The wind and rain magic in his arms is ready to move.
.......
Hu Lu saw that he had returned to the Sword Sect again, sighed, yawned, and walked towards a pool.
Cong Xin has returned to the tree house.
There was only Zhang Xiaoyu sitting there in a clear stream.
Before Hu Lu spoke, Zhang Xiaoyu had already opened his eyes, turned to look at him and said, "What does senior brother want you to do?"
When Hu Lu heard Zhang Xiaoyu's words, she thought to herself, I just said that you can definitely look at me and you. He probably woke me up because I was sleeping too soundly and felt unhappy.
Despite the slander in her heart, Hu Lu honestly told Zhang Xiaoyu what Chen Huaifeng said.
After hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyu looked towards the south.
He was recovering from his injuries in this clear stream of sword intent. Most of the time he was in a state of restrained senses, so naturally he would not notice too many things.
"Senior brother, that's all you said?"
Hu Lu nodded, and then added: "I think he seems a little uneasy."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Because he knows better than many people what existence may exist in Daze."
When Hu Lu heard this, he didn't continue to doze off. He looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "What should we do?"
There was a sound of water in the clear stream, and the sword intent slowly fell silent. Zhang Xiaoyu stood up from the stream, covered his lips and coughed twice, and said calmly: "I'll go take a look first."
Zhang Xiaoyu walked out of the pool carrying an empty scabbard.
The young boy Hu Lu stood under the peach tree and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with confusion, always feeling that there was something strange about him.
After looking back at the stream for a long time, Hu Lu finally remembered.
Because Zhang Xiaoyu's posture was wrong.
He should be coughing openly and spitting into the clear stream.
Could it be that the situation has been broken and the mentality has changed?
Gulu stood in a pool scratching his head.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care what random things Xiao Hulu was thinking, and quickly walked through the drizzle to the south of the city.
There are still many Lingnan sword cultivators stationed above in coordination with the human army, watching the rain curtains in the south with vigilance.
Mr. Ming Yuming from Xuanxuyuan stayed on top of the city for a long time just as Mr. Xie and Nan Dao said.
Hearing the sound of wind and rain behind him, he turned around and saw Zhang Xiaoyu coming through the wind and rain.
Mr. Ming was not surprised by the changes in Zhang Xiaoyu's aura.
Last night, Nanyi City was full of red swordsmen. Naturally, Mr. Ming saw the whole thing.
So when he saw Zhang Xiaoyu appearing at the top of the city with a scabbard on his back, Mr. Ming just said one thing.
"Have you entered the avenue?"
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded.
Then he stopped by the wall and looked at the green mountains in the swamp from a distance.
Mr. Ming stood next to Zhang Xiaoyu, looked at him for a long time, and said slowly: "You have become much more taciturn."
Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew his gaze, looked at his white clothes quietly, and then said softly: "Maybe it's because I stand taller and have more things to think about, so naturally I can no longer walk around the world as happily as before. "
Mr. Ming stood quietly in the rain, and then asked a question that seemed inappropriate.
"What's the story between Shanheguan and Jianzong?"
People in Nanyi City sometimes simply ignore the word "human world" before the "human world sword sect". Maybe it's because they are in the human world and there is no need to overemphasize it. Maybe it's because the human world sword sect is the most representative around Fengqiling. thing.
So this sentence is naturally not about the matter between Shanheguan and all the sword sects in the world.
It’s just the Mountain and River View and the Human Sword Sect.
This disciple of the Sword Sect from Shanhe Temple is the person connected in these stories unknown to the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Mr. Ming, smiled softly and said: "There is no story, just an ordinary intersection. Why do you ask this question?"
Mr. Ming thought about the overwhelming sword intent in Nanyi City last night that might have attracted a lot of attention in the world. He sighed softly and said, "I just think that if people like you don't stay in Jianzong, it will be very difficult for Jianzong." , it’s a huge loss.”
Zhang Xiaoyu turned back, looked at the drizzle, and said slowly: "Sword Sect has never lacked people with extremely talented people."
Mr. Ming was silent for a while, perhaps remembering that in March, he solicited a certain young man, but was rejected by the young man because of the great principles on the sword.
Among the people today, the principle of natural sword cultivation is the greatest.
Therefore, the Sword Sect will indeed have no shortage of extremely talented people.
So Mr. Ming was silent for a long time and did not continue with these gossips. He turned to look at the vast green hills in the swamp.
"The Yuexing Formation should have been repaired."
Mr. Ming said solemnly.
"The follow-up half a million troops may arrive soon."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked over there quietly. In the vast swamp, the green mountains were the barrier to everything.
"Maybe it's already here." Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.
Mr. Ming turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu suspiciously.
Zhang Xiaoyu's aura was not strong, on the contrary, it was a bit weak, although the sword intent in Wan Qian Hong allowed him to break through the realm of the great avenue.
But after all, he was seriously injured in the battle over the Styx.
Therefore, it is natural for Mr. Ming to have doubts.
Zhang Xiaoyu naturally knew why Mr. Ming was looking at him, so he continued: "My senior brother asked me to come and take a look. He is sitting very high, and in his arms is the Half Curtain Wind and Rain Taoist Technique from Bai Fengyu, Wanfa In other words, his perception will be more acute."
Mr. Ming fell silent.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat down at the top of the city. Carrying an empty scabbard, he looked up at the drizzle and said softly: "But Nanyi City is naturally Nanyi City."
So no matter what comes, they won't really panic about anything.
...
There is a small town at the foot of the mountain.
I heard that there is a very old wine shop inside. Many years ago, because a certain senior brother loved drinking, he was brought to the East China Sea and left under the cliff. He has never left and has been passed down from generation to generation.
Cong Ren was holding Fang Cun Jian and remembered this incident when passing by the town, so he walked into the town. After searching for a long time, he saw the small wine shop in an almost forgotten corner, and then bought one. Jug of wine.
Although people were curious about the sword stuck in the heart of the old man in white, they didn't panic, they just looked at it strangely.
It's indeed normal.
After all, this is Mojian Cliff.
People from all over the world come here every day. If there are more people here, naturally there will be all kinds of strange people.
For example, last time there was a short-haired boy with his hair parted to the sides.
The people in the town were already used to it.
Cong Ren doesn't care about the eyes of others. After living for a thousand years, his face is naturally too old to be pierced by anything.
He held the sword and walked towards a certain high cliff while sipping the wine in the pot carefully.
He frowned as he drank.
While looking at the wine in the pot, I doubt life.
So did people like to drink this kind of wine back then, or has the taste really changed?
Cong Ren doesn’t know either.
Although he is the most famous causal sword in the world.
But he wouldn't know what such a thing would look like in the years.
Looking at the wine in his hand with a frown, he didn't want to drink it, but he felt it was a bit wasteful, so when he walked out of the town, he placed it on the small stone monument of the town.
Cong Ren walked along the clear stream outside the town towards the high cliff. He didn't forget to look back at the wine bottle placed on the stone tablet with the name of Donghai Town. He thought to himself - I just put it in my mind. It's just given to a destined person.
Thinking of this, Cong Ren felt much happier.
So in fact, in those biographies, the destined people who were given gifts actually received unwanted things?
Cong Ren felt that he had committed a heinous crime.
Shaking his head, he walked along the stream towards the high cliff standing on the East Sea.
After walking for a long time, Cong Ren finally stopped under the sword ladders that were submerged in the clouds on the high cliff facing the green mountains of the world.
Although the 3,650-foot sword ladder on the East China Sea Sword Cliff is said to be magical by the world.
But it's actually just a mountain road that goes straight up to the top of the cliff and is filled with sword intent.
There are so many people who can't walk up, so it becomes a very mysterious thing.
Cong Ren had also stopped like this when he was young.
Still looking up now.
But not for this sword ladder.
But those who left their sword intentions on the sword ladder many years ago.
More than a thousand years have passed.
I still need to come here to suppress the sword intent in my body.
What was Mojian Cliff like back then?
Cong Ren stood under the sword ladder and tilted his head, thinking.
Although the world always thinks that he is very old.
But for Cong Ren, he always felt that he was born many years too late.
It would be best to be born fifty years earlier and laugh like brothers in the bush.
When Cong Ren was thinking this, he couldn't help but look at the East China Sea beyond the high cliff.
Then, with a sadness he hadn't experienced in many years, he stepped onto the sword ladder.
