The first thing I saw was a flowing black night dome with dim stars flowing around it.
There seemed to be many pink-like light spots flying among the stars - just like the color on the cheeks of a woman walking by the river in March.
Then a large area of flowing white appeared in front of me.
It seemed to be a person, reaching out his hand toward the water.
So Nan Dao subconsciously reached out and held that hand.
"Wow."
After the very clear sound of water breaking, Nan Dao realized that no matter it was those black night domes or anything else, they were still.
What flows is a lake of clear water.
Nan Dao was lying on the edge of the lake, spitting out the choking water and looking around.
What was above the black night dome was not a dim galaxy, but many slowly rotating, stationary island whirlpools.
There is a huge peach tree in the distance, its crown hangs quietly under the night sky, and countless peach blossoms are flying slowly.
Coming down again, there is the man in white with peach blossoms on his face in front of him, and countless clear streams spreading behind him.
There seemed to be some sounds of wind and rain on this land, but Nandao couldn't find where there was wind or rain.
But maybe it was those winds and rains that caused so many abundant clear streams to appear on this land?
Nan Dao finally vomited all the water in his stomach, sat up reluctantly, and looked back at the big lake.
Many streams and rivers converge, just like using this big lake as a node, and then branch off again at the other end of the big lake.
There seems to be a sea in the distance.
However, it was something very far away, so Nan Dao was not sure whether it was a sea or just a big lake like the thing in front of him.
"Have you remembered?"
The voice of the man in white sounded very calmly from the side.
Nan Dao turned around and looked at him. His name was Tao Hua, and he was a person who lived with him.
Such things come to mind naturally without thinking about them.
So what do you want to think about?
Nan Dao also asked the same question
"What should I think about?"
Peach Blossom didn't speak, but the peach blossoms on her face were swaying, which was crimson, not bright red.
Maybe you are also thinking about what Nandao should be thinking about?
So he decided to start with the first question.
"Who are you?"
Nan Dao smiled and said: "Of course I am Nan Dao, am I still Bei Dao?"
Taohua fell silent and said softly: "Aren't you curious why you are here and where you are?"
Nan Dao looked back at the large lake that had submerged him for an unknown period of time, and said slowly: "This is my divine sea. I am here because I suffered a severe illness and can only store my divine soul here." Keep it.”
The top petal of the peach blossom on the peach blossom face moved.
Nan Dao looked at his appearance reflected in the lake and felt that he was raising his eyebrows very vividly.
It's a pity that he has no eyebrows.
"I didn't hear those sounds."
This sentence refers to the voice of Nan Dao's thoughts in the divine sea.
Nan Dao said calmly: "Because I didn't think about it."
He did know the results of some things, but he didn't know the reasons.
Maybe that would be unpleasant.
Full of pain.
So he didn't think about it.
Taohua then stood quietly by the lake and said nothing.
After sitting for a long time, Nan Dao finally calmed down from the long-term depression of being under the water of the lake. He took a long breath, stood up, and looked back at the full vitality streams and rivers heading towards the lake. He opened his mouth and asked, "Has that flower withered?"
Taohua said calmly: "I don't know, while you were sleeping, I was also forced to start resting."
Nan Dao looked back at Tao Hua in surprise and asked, "Why?"
Taohua said slowly: "Zhang...that sword hurt you too seriously, more seriously than ever before. If it weren't for someone hiding something in your Divine Sea, you would be dead by now."
"what?"
Taohua didn't mention the man with the sword, and neither did Nandao.
However, Taohua didn't answer this question, so Nandao lowered his head, unbuttoned his clothes, and looked at his heart. There was half a damaged wind and rain technique there. Perhaps it was pierced by a sword, which caused the wind and rain to leak out, making Nan Dao still wet even after leaving the lake.
Nan Dao finally knew where the sounds of wind and rain that he first heard came from.
Where did this come from?
How did he appear in the heart so cleverly?
Nan Dao looked at the sword wound on his heart that still hadn't healed. Countless winds and rains were surrounding him, protecting his heart.
The wind and rain that once should have disturbed the peace of the world and had a chilling meaning are now like gentle spring rain.
"Who left this?"
Taohua might know something, and said calmly: "That is Bai Fengyu's Taoist technique."
"Bai Fengyu?"
Taohua lowered her head, maybe looking at the wind and rain, maybe looking at Nandao. Nandao felt that he wanted to pick off the peach blossom on his face and see if there were eyes underneath.
"The former Master of Qingtian Taoist Temple was the most talented person in the past hundred years. Bu Suanzi was his disciple. In March, he was in Nanyi City."
Taohua said very briefly.
Then Nan Dao seemed to understand why such a storm appeared in his heart.
Are all Taoist people so idle, calculating other people's lives and deaths every day?
Nan Dao lowered his head and looked at the remaining wind and rain in his heart. Then where would these wind and rain go? Nan Dao didn't think about it again, after all, he didn't know anything about fate.
He closed his clothes and touched behind his back. The two swords were still there, but something seemed wrong.
Nan Dao looked back and realized that some little genius had inserted the long Parrot Island into the scabbard. Because the Parrot Island was too long, half of the sword was exposed, but the Peach Blossom Sword was just right. It was wrapped in rags.
Looking at these two strange swords of imagery, Nan Dao turned back to Tao Hua and asked, "Did you do this?"
Taohua said calmly: "When you say something like this, you are calling yourself a fool."
Nan Dao shrugged and walked slowly along the shore of the lake, heading towards the other end where thousands of streams converged.
"What are you going to do?" Taohua asked from behind.
"Go and see if the flower has withered. Can't you hear the voice of Shenhai Consciousness?"
"You didn't think about it."
"Ah, sorry, I forgot."
Nan Dao was walking and talking.
Taohua stood there, her face trembling, and she didn't know what her expression was.
Then he followed slowly.
The two of them walked along the vitality streams that almost submerged their banks.
There was great silence in the sea of gods, and the night sky was extremely far away, covering the entire land like an arc. The peach blossoms falling from the peach tree passed through the floating islands and headed into the distance.
The South Island has not yet seen the end of the Divine Sea and the Great Land.
I also wonder if there is an end here.
When he turned to look at Peach Blossom beside him, the man in white finally sensed the voice of Nan Dao Shenhai's consciousness.
"I don't know either."
Nan Dao thought for a while and said: "Since the God of Ceres is immortal and continues to exist without being used diligently, then there is no such thing."
But having no borders is a hopeless thing.
Yes.
So Nan Dao didn't think about this problem again.
The two of them walked for an unknown amount of time.
This land seems to be much wider than when I first left the South Island.
Maybe it was because his soul was injured and became weaker and smaller.
"I guess you don't know how long we have been sleeping."
"Yes, but it certainly won't be abandoned in a big river and eaten by fish."
“Will the fish still bite?”
Nan Dao was very curious.
"Yes, some of them have fine teeth. When blood spills from your body, they will look for the smell and swarm up, biting your flesh and blood bit by bit, biting off your eyelids and eating Take off your lips and turn your tongue into their tongue.”
Taohua very calmly said words that made children's hair stand on end.
But Nandao is naturally no longer a child.
He is a teenager.
Taohua then continued: "Sometimes he can still talk."
"What words?"
Taohua turned to look at Nandao and said slowly: "I'm sorry, junior brother."
Nan Dao fell silent. He didn't know why Taohua would suddenly mention such a thing.
But he didn't speak, so Taohua didn't say any more.
The two finally stopped at the beach.
In other words, it cannot be counted as the sea.
Because there is only one shallow bottom.
It's like someone drank a bowl of soup, but the last thin layer of oil and water was left at the bottom of the bowl.
From the South Island, you can even clearly see the silt and some fallen leaves at the bottom, and maybe there are shells?
But this is not the real sea.
When Nan Dao was thinking this, he really saw things like shells.
He walked towards the bottom of the sea with a strange expression.
It took a long time to reach the bottom of the sea. The water was very shallow and clear. It was the vitality water flowing from the long clear streams.
There were clearly so many streams flowing in, so why did only such a small amount of water gather?
Nan Dao looked at the water that could barely reach his calves, bent down and picked up a white shell that dimmed in the dim light of the island at night.
"What's this?"
Nan Dao turned around subconsciously, but found that Tao Hua had not followed, so he asked loudly: "What is this?"
It was only after she started shouting that she remembered that Taohua could hear her own voice.
Sure enough, it's a bit stupid.
Nan Dao thought so.
Then Taohua's voice came calmly from the seaside.
"seed."
"What seed?"
"Taoist seeds."
Nan Dao said strangely: "But I have never learned Taoism."
"I have learned." Taohua's voice was calm.
Nan Dao didn't ask. He turned back and looked at the white shell in his hand. After thinking about it, he turned his head and put it to his ear.
"To the extreme of emptiness, keep quiet..."
Taohua's calm voice came from there.
Nan Dao was startled and almost threw it away.
"What do you mean by Taoist seeds?"
Nan Dao took the shell from his ear and asked while studying it.
"Taoism, like witchcraft, requires chanting, but that is too slow. Unless it is a special situation, few people will actually do it, so it will leave seeds in the sea of gods. In this way, you only need to chant a certain A key word.”
Taohua said calmly.
"for example"
"The best is like water."
When Taohua raised her hand to her chest and said these four words calmly, shells opened on the seabed, quickly absorbing the vitality of the seabed, and then quickly turned into Taoist texts and rushed towards Taohua standing on the coast. , so the peach blossom seems to be separated from this divine sea.
The husband does not fight, so there is no need for you.
Nan Dao thought of this sentence in this paragraph.
Oh I see.
"What about that Zhixuji just now?"
"That's the art of guarding the gods."
Nan Dao looked at the shells scattered all over the place in amazement.
"what else?"
Nan Dao picked up another shell and opened it. There were many Taoist texts engraved inside.
The great road is useless, but there is benevolence and righteousness...
"This is a forbidden technique."
Nan Dao took the shell and looked at the peach blossoms on the beach, and asked with some hope: "Can I use it?"
Taohua said calmly: "No."
Nan Dao threw the shell into the seabed with regret and headed towards the center of the seabed without any hesitation.
Sure enough, my own sword is the best.
But when you think about it, it doesn't really make any difference. Anyway, Taohua can't ignore death.
Nan Dao thought casually, carrying his sword and heading towards the already faintly visible Dao tree.
As we got closer and closer, Nandao became disappointed. The trees were full of white flowers, but not a single fruit.
Nan Dao stopped under the tree with his sword on his back, looking up at the white flowers among the green branches and leaves, trying to find a small green fruit inside.
Then a wind came from the divine sea, blowing the trees and flowers flying, but they did not fall.
There is no fruit either.
But Nan Dao saw a very huge white flower among them. That white flower was hidden in the deepest part of the flowers. If it weren't for the gust of wind, Nan Dao would not have been able to discover the existence of this flower.
Raising his hand to spread the small white flowers, Nan Dao looked at the flower as big as his own face in silence.
Could this be the white flower I saw first?
How come it's so big and hasn't withered yet?
Nan Dao thought in confusion.
"Because you haven't really woken up yet." Taohua's voice came clearly from the distant seaside.
"So it can only absorb the nutrients from the divine sea and continue to bloom."
Hearing this, Nan Dao raised his hand and touched the petals of the white flower.
An extremely pure and awe-inspiring power came from the flower, and it even contained countless devoured sword intentions.
There was a bloodstain on Nan Dao's finger.
"It's really a big flower."
Nan Dao retracted his hand and looked at the flower with great amazement.
It is conceivable that after the flower withers away, the energy of heaven and earth contained in the Dao fruit formed will be equally huge.
"Then if everyone in the world is like this, closing their five senses and locking themselves in the sea of spirits, wouldn't all flowers become like this?"
"Indeed." Taohua's voice came slowly, "But in the South Island, people can only live for a hundred years. Do you want to be the first person down the trail, or do you want to go to higher places?"
Nan Dao fell silent.
Yes.
Even beings like the sage Li Er or the Taoist sage Li Queyi have not lived for more than a hundred years.
So even if the world knows that slowly settling down and solidifying the foundation can make oneself stronger in that realm, in the end they can only move forward without looking back at the urging of time.
After the age of thirty, people begin to feel that they are getting older, so how can they think about such things anymore?
The great road is like sailing against the current.
If you don't advance, you will retreat.
If you don’t advance, you will die.
"This is an era where talent outweighs everything else." Taohua said calmly, "Unless."
"Unless what?"
Taohua said slowly: "Unless your Mr. Yunhu can really find a way that allows people in the world to cultivate immortality without entering the great road."
That may be very far away.
Nan Dao thought so.
Nan Dao let go of his hand, took a step back, and looked up at the night sky of Shenhai.
There is a faint light on the earth, maybe it is the faint light of those white flowers, maybe it is the sparkling light of those streams.
So the night sky seemed darker.
"I should......"
Nan Dao stopped in the middle of saying this, because when his eyes unconsciously passed by the cold sword intent on the peach tree, a fine snow appeared in his eyes again.
Against the black background, the fine snow is exceptionally bright.
Like a galaxy.
Nan Dao didn't panic, he just blinked, and the fine snow disappeared again.
"It's time for me to wake up."
Nan Dao said softly, carrying the sword on his back, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the sea.
Taohua watched quietly there.
Watching the young man walking, an umbrella of imagery appeared in his hand. Then countless sword intentions in the divine sea gathered together, surrounded him, and finally slowly disappeared into the divine sea.
Taohua stood on the beach, looking at the place where the boy disappeared for a long time, and then looked at the Dao tree on the seabed.
The divine sea is swaying in the strong wind.
Then the huge white flower, surging with sword intent and vitality, began to wither slowly.
Out of seclusion.
...
There are mountains between heaven and earth.
There is also a mountain breeze.
Nan Dao opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cliff.
The distant mountains are covered with gentle clouds and mist, and the distant wind is full of green mountains.
Very cute.
Nan Dao thought so.
When you haven't seen something for a long time, you always find it cute.
For example, the green mountains in the world.
It's the same when I want to come to Qingshan to see the South Island.
But maybe it’s not Qingshan anymore.
Nandao lay down and looked at the countless mountain peaks from near to far. The mountain wind was swaying and many leaves were falling.
It's not cyan, but withered yellow, or fiery red - although those mountains are still deep cyan, there are already many colors that can be said to be withered or glorious.
It seems that he must have slept for a long time.
The green mountains know that autumn is approaching, and the red clothes are illuminated by the water.
Maybe it's autumn.
Nan Dao was very curious, why did he wake up in autumn?
Is it because some people don’t like summer?
Nan Dao tried to sit up, but maybe he had been sleeping for too long and he was unable to control his body.
Then Nan Dao remembered the topic he had chatted with Chen He before.
It turns out that after meditating in the mountains for a long time, maybe not only my legs will become lame, but I will also be unable to move.
Nan Dao could only continue to lie down, waiting for his consciousness to adapt to his body again.
But there were some weird sounds coming from behind.
It's like someone is digging a hole.
Others were gasping for breath.
Nan Dao listened strangely, but he couldn't sit up yet, so he could only lie down with curiosity.
Then he heard a familiar voice.
She's a woman, maybe a swordsman.
"Why are you so annoying when I ask you to dig a hole? In just one moment, it will be the best time for my junior brother to be laid to rest. If you miss the time, you will see if I can beat you!"
"I was just thinking, what if my junior brother didn't die and woke up today?"
Nan Dao was startled when he heard these two words. Frightened by this, he actually sat up and looked back behind him.
Lu Xiaoxiao took the Lingnan sword cultivator whom he had met once on All Souls' Day, who was bending over with a hoe and digging a grave.
There is a wooden board beside it, which says - Lingnan Xiaobai Sword Sect and Tianya Sword Sect share disciples, the tomb of Nandao.
There is also a line of small words in the lower right corner.
Buried on September 9th, 1003 in Dafeng calendar.
"..."
It turns out that this is what I should do when I see you in Fengshan Mountain.
After all, Gufen would be frightened when he saw the dead suddenly come to life.
If Lonely Grave could talk, he might even say a few words.
Damn you, you scared me.
