Nan Dao frowned as he looked at the person who walked in from the door.
Of course he didn't know that person.
Haven't even seen that guy in town.
It's just that that voice feels inexplicably familiar.
That's a woman.
About twenty years old, with a simple hairpin, gentle eyebrows, but an arrogant expression, which is quite similar to the posture of Donghai Jianxiu Qingjiao, wearing a very loose green clothes, the style is not like the common clothes of the world, if it is With a length of water sleeve attached, you can probably get on the stage.
Nan Dao saw this and subconsciously looked back at Zhenwei.
There is no more babbling sound there.
People in the town must recognize this woman and she must not have a very good temper.
That's why when the woman walked in and said calmly that she killed the man, those people who were drinking and sitting around would only agree with her.
"Kill well, kill well."
The woman said nothing more and stood at the door of the small town inn at night, looking at the young man under the umbrella upstairs for a long time.
Nan Dao was still looking at the end of the town outside the rain eaves of the inn.
People drinking on the first floor of the inn also noticed this unusual scene.
He glanced at the woman, and then looked up at the sword cultivator boy upstairs who had just moved in yesterday.
"Do you plan to live here until everyone forgets something?"
The woman's tone was a bit rude.
That kind of cold meaning is completely different from the babbling singing that is occasionally heard in the drizzle.
Nan Dao turned around, looked at the woman quietly, and said calmly: "Are you a disciple of the Human Sword Sect?"
The woman said calmly: "Someone's sword has not aged, but the man has aged, and he doesn't really want to get involved in these things, so this time, I am the one to take action."
Nan Dao looked at the woman at the door for a long time.
It's just a pity that he didn't see anything.
Seeing that Nan Dao had been silent there, the woman turned around and walked towards the door. She said with some irony: "If you don't dare to do this, why not stay in Lingnan all the time? Lingnan regards you as the spark of the morning sun, and you may not be able to survive in the future." A generation overhaul.”
Nan Dao was still just sitting there quietly, facing the strange looks of everyone downstairs, maybe there was no disturbance in his heart, he was just drinking quietly.
But probably only Lu Xiaoer, the young man sitting behind Nan Dao holding the sword, could see the occasional fine snow on the peach blossom sword scabbard.
The story ended, everyone dispersed, and Nan Dao walked back into the room with his sword on his back.
Outside the window, on the streets of Yuji Town, in the light of some lanterns, the woman was walking slowly.
He didn't look back and walked straight back to the yard.
It was probably just because of myself that I came to this inn.
Nan Dao stood there thoughtfully.
Lu Xiaoer hesitated for a moment, looked at Nan Dao and asked, "What are you thinking, uncle?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "I was wondering why she wanted to kill that person from Heavenly Hell."
Lu Xiaoer really didn't expect that Nan Dao still didn't think about those things about him, but he was also curious, so he thought for a while and said: "Maybe it's because of the pity for the one named Yu Qingcheng, or she is also on the twelfth floor. people?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Who knows?"
The night streets of the town soon became filled with four people who had been jailed that day. They probably got some news from the townspeople and went to the yard at the end of the town.
But he came out very quickly without any movement. When he finally left, he burned the body of the Heavenly Prisoner with sword fire outside the town, put it in a jar, and maybe took it back to Shanyue City.
In the clear moonlight at night, everything became deserted.
In the inn, I could vaguely hear that babbling sound again.
Lu Xiaoer sat there and listened, and said softly: "This woman is really strange."
Nan Dao didn't speak, just looked up at the mountains on both sides of the town.
Lu Xiaoer looked at his uncle at the side and had some very strange ideas.
"Do you think we can be like Hotaru-senpai?"
Lu Xiaoer's eyes lit up.
Nan Dao turned to look at Lu Xiaoer.
"What kind?"
Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Send snow."
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment, then stood by the window and looked at the mountains again.
In the night, some very high mountains still have some snow that shines brightly in the moonlight, like some kind of cold river lost in the world in winter.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, but also shook his head and said: "This is not a town in the sky. What's more, you probably can't send that much snow to the town."
Lu Xiaoer also realized this, and the light in his eyes dimmed again, and he stood there helplessly holding his sword.
The two of them looked at each other for a long time before Lu Xiaoer said softly: "So where are you going tomorrow, uncle?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Yes."
After taking a sip of wine, Nan Dao was a little annoyed. He squinted at the small courtyard and said, "But this is indeed a very unpleasant thing."
Lu Xiaoer said in confusion: "What?"
"Obviously you had already made plans to do something, but before that, someone came and ridiculed you. So no matter what you did, it looked like you were being coerced into doing it. .”
Seeing Nan Dao's distress, Lu Xiaoer laughed and said, "Lu Xiaosan is like this sometimes. The master wants him to go to something, and he plans to play for a while before going. When he is about to go, the master Came here with a broom. Every time Junior Brother talks about this kind of thing, he gets so angry. Then he makes some trouble. Junior Brother, do you want to make trouble too?"
Nan Dao sighed and said, "Forget it."
Lu Xiaoer said nothing more, walked to the side and began to untie the cloth strip in his other hand.
The injury on my hand is probably almost healed.
Lu Xiaoer changed the sword from his right hand to his left hand, danced a few times, and sat down again.
Nan Dao looked at the movement on the side and asked, "What are you doing?"
Lu Xiaoer said seriously: "I still want to try it tomorrow."
Nan Dao looked at the sincere young man for a long time, nodded and said, "Okay, pay attention to safety."
Lu Xiaoer hummed, then went to bed and took an early rest.
Nan Dao sat down by the window, his thoughts entering the divine sea.
Taohua's injuries have also calmed down a lot. After all, Taohua did not leave the Divine Sea in the South Island when she took the sword. Naturally, it will not be as serious as the last time when she took over Hua Wuxi's offensive forcefully.
Nan Dao's figure appeared outside the Snow Wind Thatched Cottage, standing on the path, looking at the peach blossoms.
Taohua naturally understood what Nandao wanted to ask, and said calmly: "The first realm of the trail, but a sword cultivator of the Qinglian realm."
Nan Dao said softly: "So she is stronger than Qingjiao."
"Much stronger. Although she is not a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, she is still a practicing sword of the Human Sword Sect."
Taohua sat there and said very calmly.
"What's more, as you heard, she knows how to use that old sword to repair the sword."
Nan Dao said slowly: "So what do you think my chances of winning are?"
Taohua stood there quietly. After a long time, she raised her head and looked at the sky of Shenhai - Nandao had always been curious about where his eyes were.
"See if you are willing to let go of the umbrella in your hand."
Nan Dao said calmly: "Such a victory without force is not a battle of life and death after all."
Taohua lowered her head and said calmly: "How do you know it's not the case?"
Nan Dao turned around and walked towards the sea.
"The Human Sword Sect is not a place like that. After all, if you go too far, it will tarnish the reputation of such a Sword Sect."
Taohua's voice was probably sarcastic.
"Yes, the most they can do is break one of your legs."
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "Yes."
The vitality water in Daohai has filled up again, and from a distance, it does look like a sea.
If it hadn't been for the day of December 15th when his divine sea suddenly burst into flames, igniting too much vitality to suppress those wind and snow sword intentions, Nandao would have probably entered the snow-trodden realm at this time.
It's just that good and evil depend on each other, as it has always been.
Tempered by those burning divine seas and wind and snow, Nandao's sword power was much stronger than before.
Above the white clothes, not far below the inclined bridge.
This young man, who had walked more than a million words before he truly began to walk in the world, stood quietly by the sea. Countless sword intentions swam out of the vitality stream, surrounding him, under the sky of the divine sea, Exuding a cold and clear light.
"In the Taoist scriptures of Hangu Temple, it was once recorded that there is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun."
Peach Blossom's voice sounded in the divine sea.
"The fish of Sword Intent will grow stronger when it meets the sea. If you are relatively free on weekdays, you can immerse Sword Intent in the Dao Sea. The effect will be much better than cultivating it in the vitality stream."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Taohua said calmly: "You didn't have a sea before. Although you don't have a sea now, it still has some rudiments."
"Walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms is a state of loneliness. It also represents these stages. It is a stage of silence. You need to calm down and focus on your own practice. Looking at the southern snow with a sword, you will have two white heads with the plum blossoms. When the white heads are white, you will probably It’s not far from the trail. Once you enter the trail, you won’t have so many worries.”
Nan Dao listened quietly, then turned back and looked at the man in white sitting on the other side of the distant divine sea.
"I'm curious as to how far you've come."
Taohua's voice was still calm.
"Under the great road, if you cross the great road three times without entering, this is the real three layers."
Nan Dao remembered the poem "The grass is a firefly" - the Qinxin Sandiao Road was first formed.
"Who told you to practice like this?"
"your dad."
"Why is it my dad and not your dad?"
"Because I am Taohua, and you are Nandao."
Taohua was extremely calm and said with indifference: "I am the Taohua who was cut off."
Nan Dao thinks it makes sense.
"So how do you cut yourself off from your past?"
"Take the thread, bit by bit, to extract everything, including practice, and memory, from this body. When you enter the avenue again and try to climb the stairs, you will have a premonition in your heart. If you can climb, climb, if you can't, climb Quit and start over.”
Nan Dao said nothing more and looked quietly into the depths of Daohai.
On the Taoist tree, some small white flowers were slowly withering.
Maybe it won't fade much in one night.
But a little more is a little more.
Sword cultivators rarely know Taoism, so the vitality of heaven and earth is mostly used to cultivate the sword's will. Only in certain extreme moments will it be used on a large scale, such as to protect the body, such as For burning.
Nan Dao turned the sword intentions surrounding him into sword intention dragons and submerged them into the Dao sea.
Taohua's voice came in time.
"Be careful. If you break my Taoist seeds, no one will collect your body."
Nan Dao was silent, looking at the extremely abundant energy of heaven and earth in the divine sea, he thought for a while and said: "Half for one person?"
"good."
There was a Tao rhyme flowing in the divine sea, turning into golden light and Taoist text leaping out of the Tao sea. The five thousand words of Qingniu on the dome had some slight movement, but it soon calmed down.
And those majestic Dao texts went towards the other end of the Dao Sea, and then submerged into the Yuan Qi Sea again.
Half of it was cold sword light, and half of it was brilliant golden light.
It probably looks like a mandarin duck pot.
Looking at those golden lights, Nan Dao felt that they were too elegant and not vulgar at all. If they were red with rolling chili peppers, they would probably be more pleasing to the eye.
When he thought of this, the boy under the umbrella swallowed subconsciously.
Then, probably like Lu Xiaoer, he also thought of his junior brother.
...
When Nan Dao woke up the next morning, Lu Xiaoer was gone. There were several buns and a note on the table.
——Uncle Master, I’m going to the mountain.
Although the little boy's handwriting is a little green, it is very correct, similar to Lu Xiaoxiao's handwriting.
Nan Dao put the note aside, then sat at the table, picked up the buns on the table, and ate quietly.
It wasn't until he finished eating the buns that Nan Dao found some strips of cloth in the room and tied his hands with the umbrella.
Then he walked out of the inn, but he didn't go to the end of the town immediately. Instead, he stood on the street of the town and looked up at the mountains outside the town.
There is actually very little snow in Renjian Mountain.
You probably have to climb quite far to see some high-level snow.
And there are some clouds and mist slowly floating there, and the mountains are naturally green after winter, but a darker color.
Nan Dao could not see the figure of a young boy who was climbing the mountain. After searching for a long time, he lowered his head and walked towards the restaurant where he and Lu Xiaoer went that day.
It was indeed very early, and the shopkeeper was yawning. When he saw the young man walking in with two swords on his back, he was not too enthusiastic, and just leaned lazily on the counter.
"What do you want, young hero?"
"Prepare a table of hot pot. I'll eat it later."
"..." The shopkeeper looked at Nandao for a long time, and then said sincerely: "Eating hot pot so early in the morning is not good for the stomach."
South Island is more sincere.
"I need to prepare two jugs of wine, one for me to drink now and one for later."
"..." The shopkeeper did not continue to persuade him. After all, the world is a sword cultivator, and it is their business whether he can explain the truth or not.
"When do you start preparing?"
Nan Dao thought for a moment and said, "Whenever you hear the sound of a sword, you can start boiling water."
The shopkeeper seemed to understand something. He heard some discussions last night. When he saw the young man like this, he took a deep breath.
"Are you the swordsman who wants to fight with that girl from Zhenwei?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Yes."
Naturally, the shopkeeper couldn't tell who was more powerful between the two, so he asked tentatively: "After the beating, will you come to eat, or will she come to eat?"
Nan Dao naturally knew what the shopkeeper's words meant, and said softly: "Winning or losing, I will be the one to eat. She and I are not familiar with each other, so there is no reason to treat her to hot pot."
The shopkeeper was even more puzzled.
Since we are not familiar with each other, why should we fight?
However, he would naturally not ask too much about matters in the spiritual world.
On the other hand, I remembered the things Nan Dao wanted - almost the same as before. Although offal offal may be the essence of hot pot, Nan Dao really doesn't like to eat it.
After Nan Dao finished ordering, he paid, took a bottle of wine, and walked out the door. When he walked to the door, he remembered something again. He looked at the shopkeeper and said, "If you see that person then, The young boy who came with me the day before yesterday took him into the building and told him that he didn’t need to wait for me and could eat by himself.”
The shopkeeper thought for a moment and asked, "Does it have any special meaning?"
Nan Dao chuckled and said, "No, it's just that he might be tired."
"All right."
The shopkeeper nodded there and watched the young man go out. He was probably a little curious, so he walked out from behind the counter and ran to the door to look around.
The young man under the umbrella did not walk very fast. As he walked, he looked around, and sometimes looked at the sky between the green mountains outside the town. The sky was gloomy, so he lowered his head with some disappointment. He had not walked long. Soon, the boy started drinking.
The wine was drunk quickly.
It's a big mouthful every time, and generally only people who want to get drunk would drink like this.
But the shopkeeper didn't see any hint of getting drunk from the young man's expression.
So I was very confused when I saw this scene.
But ultimately I put it down to relieving inner tension.
After all, the young man is a Lingnan swordsman, and the old man at the end of the town is said to be an old swordsman of the Human Sword Sect. Although her granddaughter failed to go to the sword sect in the city on the other side of the mountain, the sword she learned after all is different from that of Lingnan. the same.
The wind probably started blowing last night.
So when the grass moves, people poke their heads out.
They stayed in twos and threes on the street, looking at the young man who was ridiculed yesterday and left the inn angrily today - at least that's what people thought.
Nan Dao was indeed a little angry.
It's infuriating to think about.
It's a pity that Nandao rarely curses, otherwise he would have seen the strange meaning in the eyes of the people in the town.
No matter what, you have to say something like the prime minister - it depends on the size of your mother.
Nan Dao took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down.
After all, the person holding the sword needs to have a steady mind and hands.
Nan Dao's hand is naturally steady.
I saw countless magnolia flowers in Jingsi Lake, and countless maple leaves in the canyon.
Nan Dao stopped in front of the small yard.
There were some strange sounds in the yard.
It was probably early in the morning, and he was hanging his throat.
Nan Dao stood in front of the courtyard door and raised his hand to knock on the door.
The voices inside stopped.
After a while, it started again, but this time, it became singing.
Nan Dao retracted his hand and stood quietly at the door of the courtyard, drinking wine slowly.
