Time goes back to the moment before those sword lights fell.
When Hua Wuxi resignedly watched those sword lights drowning him.
The young man who was not far away struggled to get up, but failed.
Hua Wuxi glanced out of the corner of his eye. He was so heartbroken that he naturally had no other ideas.
But the next moment, he heard the young man's voice coming through the wind and snow.
yes.....
"Peach Blossom!"
Hua Wuxi suddenly turned her head, and the black umbrella had disappeared beside her.
The man in white with a peach blossom face had taken away the umbrella at some point, held it through the wind and snow, and stopped in front of Nan Dao.
Maybe it was when Nan Dao shouted Peach Blossom vigorously.
Hua Wuxi sighed softly and turned back.
What a rogue!
Countless sword lights passed through the body.
Even the soul was wiped out.
And at that moment.
Nan Dao stretched out his hand and took the umbrella from Tao Hua.
The wind and snow are still there.
The sword light ceased.
Nan Dao sat in the wind and snow, holding the umbrella tightly and breathing heavily.
At that moment.
He could even feel the touch of a certain sword light against the top of his head.
Even though he has now grasped the umbrella again, he is still trembling all over, his lips are trembling and a little white. He looks at the peach blossom in front of him that has endured the impact of the power of the Hua Wuxi witch ghost, and at the flower on his face. The bloody peach blossoms said softly after a long time: "Thank you."
There was no expression on the peach blossom's face, but the blood-like peach blossom's petals were swaying in the wind and snow. It seemed that some of the blood color disappeared with the wind and snow, falling to the ground, sprinkling a little bit of bright red.
"If you want to thank me." Peach Blossom's voice came from the blood that was falling like petals in the wind and snow.
"When you draw the sword in the future, you can hold it more firmly."
Nan Dao fell silent. After a long time, he said softly: "Okay."
He naturally knew which sword Taohua was talking about.
Not Peach Blossom Sword, nor Parrot Island.
But when he was sitting under the peach tree, holding the sword in his hand.
The figure of peach blossom stands quietly in the wind and snow.
After a long time, Nan Dao stood up again, walked over, picked up the Peach Blossom Sword and Parrot Island that were left on the edge of the river, and tied them behind him. I watched the green mountains of Daze in the wind and snow for a long time.
There was silence over there.
I don't know how many people died in the sword light falling from the sky.
Nan Dao didn't feel any guilt.
After all.
After all, he is also from Nanyi City.
Nan Dao turned around and headed towards Nanyi City.
After walking for a while, I stopped and looked back at the peach blossoms standing in the wind and snow, reaching out to catch the blood dripping from the peach blossoms.
"who I am?"
This type of sentence pattern is the most commonly heard in the world.
It's often who you are, or who he is.
Only some people who can't think about it in the middle of the night would ask such weird questions.
Nan Dao didn't know if he could think about it, but he asked very seriously.
The peach blossoms stood in the wind and snow for a long time, and then scattered on the edge of the river as if blown away by the wind.
Nan Dao looked at his divine sea, where Peach Blossom was sitting weakly under the peach tree, holding the small sword.
"South Island."
These two words came out of Nan Dao's mouth.
...
The drifting in destiny will naturally not stop here.
...
Among the green mountains of Daze, the wind and snow clearly drew a line at the foot of the mountain.
To the north of the line is a country of wind and snow where even birds, streams and insects no longer exist.
To the south of the line, there are countless silent people.
Ming Mayfly looked at Zilan at the head of the boat. The latter was silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.
Although no one cared about it at the beginning, they realized their mistake when the light of the human sword covered up all the light of the wind and snow.
So those nearly 100,000 yellow beams and black armor and thousands of Styx boats that had no time to retreat from the line disappeared silently into the light of those swords.
So majestic, so decisive.
What existence is this being erased from?
Ming Mayfly looked up at the sky, feeling countless chills in her heart that were hard to retreat from.
Shu He stood next to Ming Mayfly, lowered his head, looking at the wind and snow with a complicated expression, and then turned around and walked back in the silent green mountains.
"Where are you going?" Ming Yufeng asked, looking at Shu He's back that suddenly collapsed.
That picture was very lonely, like someone who refused to accept old age, straightened his waist that had gradually shrunk, and wanted to go to the world. However, halfway through, he encountered something that made him completely lose confidence. So the moment I turned around, I became old and shrunk again.
When Ming Mayfly saw Shu He's demented back again, he might have guessed what he was thinking, but he still asked.
Zi Lan, who came from Daze with countless boats on the Styx River, also looked back at the old spirit wizard.
Shuhe stood there, then turned around, quietly looking at the mayfly and the wind and snow. He looked at it in silence for a long time, and then said slowly: "Nanchu Jiangluo will not accompany you in this story."
When he said these words, many of the Wugui Dao people walked out of the green mountains and stopped at the foot of the green mountains, ready to go back to the yellow beam on the other side of Daze at any time.
Ming Mayfly looked at him in silence for a long time, and then said calmly: "Okay."
Shuhe glanced past Zilan on the boat, his eyes fell on the green mountains, and said softly: "Gaoxin Nanwu, if you want to leave, you can go back with me."
Many more people came out of the green mountains.
Ming Mayfly glanced at the people under the green mountains, and still said calmly: "That's okay."
Shuhe then looked at Zilan, bowed, and said softly: "Farewell."
Then he looked at Ming Mayfly and said, "Thank you very much."
Ming Mayfly said calmly: "I'll give you a ride."
The wind and snow all over the mountain blew across the line, flying between the two of them, and there was silence in the vast swamp.
Shu He looked at Ming Mayfly quietly, then turned around and headed south with the Southern Witches who also didn't want to continue after experiencing the hard battle and seeing the light of the sword.
"good."
This is Shuhe's voice.
Ming Mayfly turned around and saluted Zilan, and said, "Sir, please wait a moment."
Zilan nodded calmly.
As a result, these people from the land beyond Daze had a second disagreement - the first time was when Young Master Wubei walked into Nanyi City, and those Northern Wu Taoists quietly retreated into the green mountains of Huai'an.
The sword light stopped, and the wind and snow gradually crossed the line, becoming just ordinary wind and snow, blowing towards the south.
Ming Yuying and Shuhe walked silently among the green mountains until they crossed some rivers and stopped on a disconnected cliff somewhere.
Shuhe stopped, put his hands in his sleeves and looked at Ming Mayfly quietly.
Ming Mayfly didn't make any movements, he just stood calmly on the edge of the cliff with his hands lowered, looking at the people under the cliff who did not pass through the retrograde formation, but chose to cross the green mountains.
"It seems that Chen Nu's death has given you some intention to give up."
Ming Mayfly said calmly.
Shuhe's voice was very old. When he stood on the south bank of Daze, the oldness disappeared, and he said slowly: "It's more than that."
"what is that?"
After listening to Ming Mayfly's question, Shuhe turned his head, looked at him for a long time, and said, "I want to ask you a question."
"Please." Ming Mayfly was very calm.
Shuhe said softly, sadly, but also with a lot of sarcasm, "Are you really coming from the south just for the glory of the so-called Wuguishen Cult?"
Ming Yuyu was silent for a while, looked at Shu He and asked, "What do you think?"
Shu He looked down at the Taoist wizards and ghosts who had suffered heavy losses at the foot of the cliff, and said slowly: "You are just consuming Huang Liang's enthusiasm, using this blind impulse to kill the faith that exists in their hearts - also Kill them."
Ming Mayfly said calmly: "Maybe so."
Shuhe looked at Ming Mayfly quietly for a long time and asked, "Why?"
Ming mayflies stand on the edge of the cliff in the wind, just like they did when they stood on the edge of the river in the wind, hunting in their clothes.
The wind and snow haven't blown yet.
But in Shuhe's heart, the storm had been coming for a long time.
So he was puzzled, but also looked at Ming Mayfly's figure with hatred and anger, listening to his righteous words.
"If you want to be great, if you want to be magnificent, you must make sacrifices."
Ming Mayfly looked at the world with his hands behind his hands and said calmly.
Shuhe just looked at him with a sneer and said: "These are good words of incitement, but when people come out of the pain and wake up, such words are as useless as the barking of wild dogs."
Ming Mayfly smiled softly and said, "It's just that you can't understand."
"Of course I can't understand it. I even began to wonder whether you had really been to the Youhuang Mountains and waited for Cong Ren there, or whether you had no intention of getting involved from the beginning. The so-called greatness is yours. , and the sacrifice is ours—whether it’s Qu Ling, Chen Nu, or more people.”
Shu He's old body shrank on the cliff, but his angry voice kept rising.
"Ming Mayfly, do you really love this land, love those people, and be loyal to those who believe in it?"
Ming Mayfly stood quietly on the high cliff, remained silent for a long time, and said softly: "I am."
Shuhe stood quietly on the cliff. The wind and snow came across the line, seeming to follow the footsteps of these people going south.
It’s just that it’s impossible to go south after all.
The wind and snow have become much lighter here.
But the storm in Shuhe's heart was so strong that it covered the sky and the earth.
So he looked at Feng Xue quietly and said slowly: "I don't believe it."
Ming Mayfly said nothing and explained nothing.
Shu He lowered his head and looked at Ming Mayfly's hand, but there was no movement there.
"Aren't you going to do it?"
Ming Mayfly said calmly: "I'm just here to see you off."
Shuhe fell silent.
In the silence, there was only the sound of people stepping on fallen leaves under the cliff.
"Thank you."
Shuhe said slowly, turned around and headed south.
Not far away, Shuhe stopped and looked up at the sky. The sky was filled with drizzle, not wind and snow.
"I have one more question."
"what is the problem?"
"The Yuexing Formation was created by the Ghost Division of the former Huai'an Town. Jiang Luo and Gaoxin didn't even know about it. Even the Northern Witch Dao didn't know how to arrange it. Ming Yu, how did you know about it in the first place?"
Ming Yuyu said calmly: "Because I have learned a lot."
Shuhe didn't ask any more questions.
Ming Mayfly is naturally stronger than him, Chennu and the others.
As he said himself, he was three feet six taller than the spirit wizard.
Maybe he really learned more.
So Shuhe followed many southern witches and headed south.
Ming Mayfly turned around and headed north until he stopped under the green mountains blown by the wind and snow. He looked at Zilan who was standing at the head of the boat and silently watching the wind and snow, and said softly: "My lord seems to be hesitating too?"
Zilan said calmly: "I'm just waiting for you to come back."
Ming Mayfly chuckled and said, "Then it's time for us to set off."
Countless people left through the wind and snow.
Zilan's boat has been parked on the river bank. This man from the Styx River from ancient Chu quietly looked at Ming Yu and said slowly: "Are you really here for the great Chu?"
Ming Yuyu said with great piety: "Yes."
Zilan said calmly: "Actually, I don't believe it."
Ming Mayfly said softly: "So what if you don't believe it?"
"It's not that bad." Zi Lan looked to the north of the human world and said calmly, "My coming to the human world has nothing to do with you."
Ming Mayfly said nothing.
The boat gradually left.
Although the Wuguishen Sect collapsed from within, the people from the north also played a huge role in it.
So Ming Yufei knew very well that he came for revenge.
So when Zilan looked at the world calmly.
Ming Yuyu could clearly see the stupid anger in his eyes.
Stupid anger, of course.
Ming Mayfly thought like this as she crossed the line in the wind and snow.
...
Nan Dao was holding the Peach Blossom Sword and carrying Yingying Island on his back, panting as he walked under the green hills.
The world has been covered by wind and snow, just like that time in March.
Although the wind and snow have gradually subsided, the heavy snow that came so violently before has still covered the earth with a thick layer of snow. As soon as you step in, you will squeak and squeak. .
Nan Dao looked down at the snow, but said with a smile: "What's your name? You didn't even ask anyone to beat you, they just stepped on you, and you screamed, what about me?"
Of course, Xuexue would not answer.
Maybe.
The heavy snowfall in Huanglianghuaian is too short, so it is difficult to produce anything spiritual.
It is said that among the deer roaring in the Western Snow Country, there are many snow monsters transformed from heavy snow.
It's a pity that the wind and snow in Luming are too heavy, and they have to cross a long snowfield and ice field, so few people come out there, and few people outside go in. Not many people have seen those things.
Nan Dao raised his head and continued walking forward.
Chen He doesn't really plan to go to Luming to sell sizzling tofu.
Nan Dao was thinking wildly.
It was very quiet in the green mountains. Those sword lights fell on the world, and there was no more sound between Nanyi City and Daze.
I was very tired from walking around Nandao, so I had no choice but to talk to myself and the snow.
"Peach blossom, peach blossom, peach blossom?"
Nan Dao called Taohua's name, calling the name of the man in white who had repeatedly stopped the sword in front of him, but never actually penetrated it.
Taohua may be really hurt.
First, he stood in front of Nan Dao and withstood Hua Wuxi's attack, and finally dragged his injured body across the sword light to bring the umbrella over for Nan Dao.
Nan Dao screamed for a long time without any response. He looked into his own divine sea, and then realized that even the divine sea contained some meaning of wind and snow.
It is snowing lightly in Shenhai.
It's like a piece of black paper, sprinkled with countless grains of fine snow.
Peach Blossom was still sitting before, but now she is sitting leaning against the peach tree. The peach blossom on her face is still as red as blood, and small drops of blood are constantly dripping down.
There was thin blood on the white clothes.
It's like a vast snowfield with some tiny red plum blossoms blooming.
"You're not going to fucking die."
Nan Dao's voice sounded a little panicked in the sea of gods.
The peach blossoms on Taohua's face swayed for a moment. If there were eyes on his face, it might have changed from closed eyes to open eyes.
Nan Dao didn't know, he just guessed.
Taohua's very weak voice came from the sea of gods.
"If you continue to be noisy like this, I might really die here."
Perhaps because of the serious injury, Taohua no longer pretended as usual and just spoke lightly.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "I only called three times."
"Does Chen He's selling sizzling tofu count?"
"That counts?"
"The Divine Sea includes your sea of consciousness, why doesn't it count?"
"..."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said slowly: "But I am very tired from walking now, and I always have to think of something. If I don't let my mind be active, I'm afraid I will fall asleep in this wind and snow, or Either freeze to death, or be killed by wild wolves, oh, wild wolves probably don’t exist anymore, so they’ll just freeze to death.”
Taohua lay in another direction, so the fine blood dripped onto another piece of uncontaminated white clothes.
"Watch the road."
Taohua's voice was very calm.
"Look at the road?" Nan Dao was very confused, "You can stay awake by looking at the road carefully..."
But before he finished saying this, Nan Dao rolled unbalanced into the snow.
Nan Dao's consciousness broke away from the divine sea, and then he realized that he had hit a stone on the mountain road, and his whole body rolled down in embarrassment.
The world was spinning and I was very dizzy.
Fortunately, the road down this mountain road is not long. Not long after rolling, Nandao stopped, with the big character lying on the ground.
Perhaps due to numbness from the cold, Nan Dao sat up and found that the Peach Blossom Sword was stuck in his leg bone.
"Damn it, it rained all night long when the house leaked."
Nan Dao cursed and pulled out the sword.
"damn it."
The Peach Blossom Sword was very thick, so the wound was also very ferocious. The most important thing was that there was a gap in the sword, and when it was inserted and pulled out, a few pieces of flesh came out.
Nan Dao sat silently in the snow, then tore off a piece of clothing and began to bandage it simply.
Just wrapping it up started to shed tears.
Hua Wuxi is a young man, and so is he.
I am obviously so lucky at cards, why am I so unlucky in this world?
Is it just that God's will is fulfilled but not man's will?
Nan Dao raised his hand to wipe his tears and looked up at the snowstorm.
He lowered his head again and continued to wrap his calf.
Then he stood up with his sword in hand, held the umbrella in his hand tightly, and continued towards Nanyi City.
"damn it!"
Nan Dao cursed while crying.
Fuck fuck fuck.
It wasn't until he felt a lot happier that Nan Dao stopped and walked sadly on the squeaking snow.
