Nan Dao didn't know how long he had been walking. In short, it had been a long time. He had walked the road from Dazebian to Nanyi City before.
He remembered that it shouldn't take that long.
Maybe it was because I was on the west side of Da Ze at that time, but this time I walked from the east side of Da Ze.
Maybe it was because I was very tired in Nandao, walked very slowly, and took some wrong roads.
In short, the wind and snow gradually turned into the fine snow in the divine sea, and then some twilight came out behind the wind and snow.
It's orange.
It's like taking candy out of a child's pocket and smearing it on the white wall.
Nan Dao looked at the colors of the sky and felt a little hungry.
Maybe it was really over consumption.
consumption on a spiritual level.
Ever since he wanted to go to the city to say goodbye to Zhang Xiaoyu and the others early in the morning and met Hua Wuxi who had borrowed a corpse to resurrect his soul, he had been in a state of high mental stress.
Hua Wuxi might be really peaceful, but Nan Dao certainly couldn't be.
Whether it was being beaten by him in a crushing way or making that decision and heading towards the edge of Daze.
That kind of emotion has always been deposited in my heart.
So even though Peach Blossom helped him resist most of the damage.
The South Island is still very tiring.
Maybe Peach Blossom is also very tired, so she lies under the peach tree like a lazy person.
Even the posture of turning over when tired is quite similar.
Nan Dao looked at the peach blossoms in the divine sea again.
Taohua seemed to have fallen asleep again. Lying quietly under the peach tree, the fine snow is falling with the peach blossoms.
Only then did Nan Dao think of the fine snow in the divine sea.
Why do they appear?
Where did it come from?
Nan Dao thought in silence.
Maybe it comes from Taohua's injuries.
Or maybe it comes from something mysterious?
Nan Dao looked up at the sky above the Divine Sea.
The sword intent still stopped on the peach tree.
When Nan Dao looked at the sword intent, the divine sea became vast.
Everything is heading towards greatness.
Only the South Island became extremely small.
So when it was blown by the wind, it followed a certain peach blossom and headed towards the divine sea and sky.
Until it stopped in front of the sword intent.
The sword intent was silent, and some of its sharp edges were restrained, just like how Nan Dao felt back then.
Just a quiet ancient spring-like artistic conception.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and lay on the peach blossom, leaning towards Jianyi.
But before he got really close, all the hair on his body stood up, whether it was the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand or the Parrot Island on his back.
The two swords that existed in the image shattered instantly.
Countless sword intentions scattered and fell into the shallow stream above the land of the Divine Sea and hid themselves.
There was a wind blowing, and the five thousand words of the green cow came from the higher level.
The gust of wind slowly blew Nandao away from the sword.
The extremely dangerous instinct in Nan Dao's heart slowly faded away.
The moment he got closer, Nan Dao could see something clearly.
The sword intent was indeed exuding a chill, and countless fine white snow came from there and flew all over the divine sea.
"What's this?"
Nan Dao subconsciously looked at the peach blossoms under the tree.
The man in white who was lying quietly just turned over and ignored Nan Dao.
Nan Dao withdrew his gaze and sat on the peach blossom, meditating for a long time.
Then he discovered a problem.
Why has everything in the Divine Sea become bigger, but the fine snow still looks extremely light?
Or that the fine snow did not fall into the divine sea.
Did it just fall into my own eyes?
Nan Dao suddenly fell silent.
The peach blossom leaves.
Nan Dao fell to the streams of the Divine Sea, looked at them in silence for a while, and then closed his eyes.
There was fine snow falling in his eyes.
It's like a piece of black paper with countless tiny grains of sand scattered on it.
Nan Dao opened his eyes, lowered his head and looked silently at the vitality stream in front of him.
The flowing water is gurgling, and sword-minded fish are swimming in it.
Yes.
There may not be snow in the divine sea, but the color of snow coming from the sword intent is constantly flying in his eyes.
What does it mean?
Nan Dao felt cold all over.
Is this marking yourself?
Nan Dao fell silent, but not for long.
Because Peach Blossom lying under the tree said: "Look..."
Before Tao Hua finished speaking, Nan Dao left the Divine Sea and stopped in front of a section of tree trunks crushed by heavy snow in the snow on earth.
The snow in the world seems to be heavier again, and in the wind and snow that is slowly calming down, a lot of fine snow is gradually flying.
There was light snow falling in the orange sky.
Just like the white wall that was smeared with children's candies, and many tiny grains of sand were blown by the wind.
It turns out that we don’t just look at the divine sea, we also look at the human world.
Nan Dao stopped in front of the tree trunk, holding an umbrella in the wind and snow, staring blankly at the sky.
But soon, those tiny snow particles slowly disappeared.
The storm in the world is slowly dying down.
Only then did Nan Dao notice that across the green hills, the walls of the ancient city could already be seen.
Nan Dao stood in silence for a while, then without thinking about anything, he headed towards Nanyi City with his sword on his back.
...
The people above the city looked at the young man walking out of the snow with surprise.
The young man was carrying a sword on his back, leaning on a sword, and holding a black umbrella. He walked very slowly, stopping and stepping on the snow. He looked very injured.
The sword light wind and snow caused complete silence in this large green mountain.
Where did this boy come from?
Of course not everyone has this question.
For example, Mr. Ming and the Lingnan sword cultivators who had seen Nan Dao before were all looking at Zhang Xiaoyu.
Mr. Ming naturally knew who Nan Dao was, and those Lingnan sword cultivators had only seen Nan Dao staying by Zhang Xiaoyu's side many times.
So people all over the city subconsciously looked at Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood silently in the wind and snow, silently looking at the young man who was walking slowly.
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, closed his eyes, and said softly: "He is my junior brother."
When someone heard this, they also became curious. They looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked, "Those snowy sword lights over there in Daze?"
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at Nan Dao walking through the wind and snow, nodded calmly, and said, "Maybe it has something to do with him."
The whole city was silent.
People looked at the boy in shock.
Did he cause this snowstorm?
Where did those sword lights come from?
Is it the blue-black sword in his hand, or the cold light sword behind him?
So in the silence of the city, the young man walked to the top of the city with difficulty, faced the closed door in the wind and snow, raised his head, raised the sword in his hand, and waved to the top of the city.
"Brother, sir!"
The senior brother is Zhang Xiaoyu, and the husband is naturally Mr. Ming.
Nan Dao seemed to have forgotten the color of snow that disappeared from his eyes. He smiled brightly and waved to the two of them with a rare bright smile.
Then the city gate slowly opened.
The boy held an umbrella and walked in through the wind and snow.
The door slowly closed again.
Nan Dao looked back at the slowly closing door. For some reason, he always felt that this story might be coming to an end.
On top of the city, Mr. Ming looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "I thought you would pick him up directly."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Maybe he would prefer to come up by himself."
Mr. Ming looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and felt that Zhang Xiaoyu was very strange today.
But he didn’t ask any more questions.
After all, Zhang Xiaoyu is from Jianzong, and he is from Xuansheyuan.
What's more, Zhang Xiaoyu has already entered the Great Dao. As a Dao realm sword cultivator who practices both Taoism and Swordsmanship, naturally he cannot be treated as he was in the past.
Unless the relationship is really good.
But Mr. Ming, who rarely played cards before, would naturally not have a close relationship with Zhang Xiaoyu.
The whole city was looking at the young man who walked out of the wind and snow, stayed for a while looking at Nanyi City on the long street, and then walked towards the top of the city.
When Nan Dao walked up to the top of the city, he saw countless silent eyes staring at him, but he subconsciously returned the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand to the scabbard behind him.
After all, with so many people watching, holding a sword looks a bit out of place.
So young Nan Dao carried two swords on his back, held up the black umbrella, passed through a group of sword cultivators and soldiers who were still in shock, and walked towards Zhang Xiaoyu in the distance.
Zhang Xiaoyu carried an empty scabbard on his back and stood at the top of the city looking at the wind and snow. It wasn't until Nan Dao came over that he turned his head and looked at him for a long time. His eyes fell on Nan Dao's umbrella, which had some snow on it. It looks like a yellowish mountain range covered with white snow on top of black soil.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it for a long time and then said softly: "Didn't you leave Nanyi City already? Why are you back again?"
Nan Dao naturally knew what Zhang Xiaoyu meant by looking at his umbrella all the time, but he didn't say anything. He just said with a smile: "Because I don't know where to go in the future, I came back to say goodbye to my senior brothers."
As Nan Dao spoke, he saluted Mr. Ming on the side and said, "Of course, there are all gentlemen."
Although there is only one Mr. Ming on the top of the city, Nandao still uses the term gentlemen.
Naturally, people like Mr. Xie and Mr. Mei also wanted to say goodbye properly.
Mr. Ming just waved his hand. The only interactions he had with Nan Dao were that time when Nan Dao went to Wugui Yuan and later helped him carry wine to the city.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the wind and snow outside the city and said softly: "Goodbye, okay."
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was a little weird and asked, "What are you talking about, senior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and shook his head, turned back, looked at the dusk falling on the young man, and said softly: "I just feel good."
Nan Dao said slowly: "Of course I have to say goodbye. During my time in Nanyi City, my senior brothers and gentlemen have helped me a lot. It would be a bit rude to leave like this."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the young man under the dusk, as if he was listening to what he said, but at the same time he seemed not to listen, just looking at the young man.
Nan Dao tilted his head and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, but suddenly found that Zhang Xiaoyu's aura was a little strange. He hesitated a little and asked, "Senior brother, has he entered the avenue?"
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and said, "It's just a fluke."
It's certainly not a fluke.
But regret.
But these things don’t need to be told to others.
Nan Dao praised: "Senior brother is amazing."
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly, turned back and said, "It's just average."
If it were the usual Zhang Xiaoyu, he would definitely not say such things.
But - of course I am the most powerful in the world.
So Nan Dao was silent for a while, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked, "Senior Brother, I have something on my mind."
"I've always had something on my mind." Zhang Xiaoyu said slowly, turning to look at the wind and snow in the world.
There is twilight in the wind and snow.
Some people are happy when they see it and think it is candy.
Some people feel sad when they see it, and feel like a smashed persimmon.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know what it was.
Just snow and wind.
"After saying goodbye to everyone, you leave..."
When Zhang Xiaoyu said this, he fell silent and looked into the wind and snow in the distance.
There was black armor piercing the wind and snow, like the night approaching in the twilight.
There are also boats traveling upstream along the river.
Zhang Xiaoyu glanced silently, then turned to look at Nandao, and continued: "There will be many wars in Nanyi City. After you say goodbye to everyone, leave as soon as possible."
Zhang Xiaoyu was not the only one who saw the army coming through the wind and snow.
There are also countless soldiers and sword cultivators at the top of the city.
And the South Island.
Nan Dao looked silently at those people who had died a lot in the snow and sword light but were still rushing towards Nanyi City. After looking at them for a long time, he stood in the dusk and said softly: "Okay."
It's just that the word "good" has not yet fallen into the snow filled with afterglow.
Zhang Xiaoyu in front of him suddenly looked at the dusk behind Nan Dao, and then fell silent again.
After watching for a while, Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew his gaze from the snowy dusk behind Nandao.
He looked at Nan Dao with a complicated expression.
"Junior brother."
"What's wrong, senior brother?"
"Would you blame me?"
"What's your fault?"
After a long silence, Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "My sword is back."
When Nan Dao heard this, he suddenly fell silent and looked at the empty scabbard behind Zhang Xiaoyu, but it was suddenly emitting countless sword intent.
"It turns out that the person that senior brother wanted to kill all along was me."
Maybe the wind and snow had not stopped, so the wind blew away these words. Maybe it was the troops coming through the wind and snow that made the people above the city ignore these words.
So when people heard the very dull sound, like something sharp piercing into something soft, they only saw the young man who had just walked up to the top of the city. Standing silently and sadly in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu's scabbard was empty.
But he has a sword in his hand.
The sword illuminated the shallow wind and snow, the rich twilight, and the bright cold blood.
People only had time to hear Zhang Xiaoyu, who had been calm all day, say sadly: "I'm sorry, junior brother."
Mr. Ming stood beside Zhang Xiaoyu in a daze. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said with confusion but rare anger: "What are you doing!"
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly pulled out his sword, and countless sword intentions spread from the long sword. The sad young man fell towards the city head amid the sword intentions surging in the snowy twilight.
This young man in white clothes flying in the wind and snow did not look at the fallen Nan Dao. He just washed the blood from the sword in the wind and snow, and then put the sword into its sheath.
"There is no need to explain to the world what Shanhe Guan does."
This sentence is full of coldness.
Mr. Ming stared blankly at the Taoist robe under the billowing white clothes. There was a line of writing on the Taoist robe.
Mountains and rivers sit together with me.
Then I also saw Zhang Xiaoyu's sword that had disappeared in Nanyi City for a long time.
There are two words on the sword.
Not Hongzhong.
Not a fish.
But mountains and rivers.
The mountains and rivers of the mountain and river view.
The mountains and rivers of Lishan River.
Mr. Ming looked towards the direction of the tomb mountain.
Tomb Hill at Twilight.
Absolute silence.
Then Mr. Ming also fell silent.
What Shanheguan does, if the human sword sect doesn’t ask.
Then naturally it is not the turn of Xuanxuyuan, which is still essentially Huangliang, to ask.
So the young man fell alone into the wind and snow into the long river in the silence of the city.
...
If I want to tell a story.
That's certainly not the case.
When the boy Nan Dao appeared in the snow in Nanyi City, the girl Shushu who was drifting on the Nanyi River took a boat and ran to find Lu Xiaoxiao who was in a daze by the river recovering from his injuries.
So Lu Xiaoxiao ran over happily, and then saw the scene on top of the city in panic.
If I were trying to tell a story, it would definitely not be like this.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought so.
That young man should not have suffered any hardship, walking around the world comfortably and leisurely, practicing sword practice with extremely high talent in the world, and then became the most powerful sword cultivator in the world.
He should walk among men in peace.
If you don't see suffering or disaster, you will not have any resentment towards the world in the future, and guard the world like the sage Li Er.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought so.
When she was thinking this, the young man had already fallen down in the wind and snow and drifted southward with the river.
The river is full of fine snow, which is about to subside.
Only the black umbrella can be seen floating on it.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked towards the city and towards the world. Everyone was looking at the white-robed Sword Sect disciple.
Don't know why he did this.
No one was looking at the boy.
Only Lu Xiaoxiao.
Or there is the little mouse demon parked in the distance, standing at the head of the boat in a daze.
Shushu looked here blankly.
She never thought that here, in this wind and snow, the young man who was walking back to Nanyi City with difficulty would suddenly encounter such a hasty story.
Shushu sadly thought of Liu Sanyue.
It always seems to be similar.
There seem to be many differences.
Shushu couldn't understand, so she let go of the penny in her hand and planned to jump into the river to pull the boy back.
Just when she let go of Penny, someone had already jumped into the river.
Along the river, you can see the boy drifting towards Daze.
And that little sword cultivator from Lingnan named Lu Xiaoxiao was heading that way along the long river.
The black umbrella was quickly heading towards the wind and snow.
The deep footprints that the young man walked are being trampled by countless armies coming from the south.
From a distance, you can see boats coming from the river, with endless power of the Styx spreading along the entire river.
Lu Xiaoxiao's small figure was chasing behind.
Snowy twilight.
There is only silence in the world.
Maybe he was looking at Zhang Xiaoyu at the top of the city in shock, or maybe he was looking heavily at the countless figures in the wind and snow.
The little boy and the little sword cultivator drifted away in the river.
Shushu watched silently, then took the pennie in his hand again, and moved much closer towards the Nanyi River out of the city.
She didn't know if Lu Xiaoxiao could successfully rescue the young man whose life or death was uncertain before those Styx boats arrived.
But she needed to wait here.
