The young man stood on the bank of the clear stream in the world holding an umbrella, silently looking at the Taoist who had a terrible sword wound on his heart.
The Taoist floated quietly on the stream like a dead fish turned white, and there were even some red and green seasonings on the fish's belly.
Blood was constantly being washed out from under his body.
Lu Xiaoer stood next to Nan Dao while holding the Xiwu Sword very vigilantly.
You Chunshan stepped forward cautiously and picked up the Taoist's robe with the wooden sword in his hand.
"Are you from Qingtian Dao? But it doesn't seem like it?"
This unlucky young man felt that today was indeed an unlucky day. The three of them left the high cliff of the East China Sea and headed north along the green mountains outside the cliff. Although they did not meet such a weird Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator again, everything went well. While I was resting by the stream and planning to eat fish hot pot, a strong wind suddenly came up in the mountains, and then a figure came down and knocked the fish hot pot over. Although the Taoist was not a white fish, the seasonings were. real.
It was wild pepper, wild onions and other things that You Chunshan had rummaged around for.
"Uncle Master, right?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao. He knew that his uncle had seen such a Taoist from Qingtian Dao in Tingfeng River, and he might have met Liu Sanyue in Nanyi City.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "No."
But whether it is true or not, such a Taoist who fell out of nowhere is undoubtedly extremely weird.
But this is not the reason why Nandao is silent.
It's that sword wound.
Such a sword wound was naturally very familiar to the boy under the umbrella.
That's Zhang Xiaoyu's sword.
So after a long silence, Nan Dao asked Lu Xiaoer and You Chunshan to lift the man up from the stream.
This is not to show off the prestige of the master uncle.
It's just that the boy is holding an umbrella, and some things are really not very convenient.
You Chunshan dragged the Taoist down, and then wiped the seasoning off the Taoist's body with regret.
The only thing I'm thankful for is that the fish hasn't been cooked yet.
Of course the pot was not an iron pot, but a stone pot chiseled out by Lu Xiaoer with his sword.
When You Chunshan thought of this, he ran to the side and looked at the stone pot. Fortunately, the stone pot was very resistant to falling, so it was fine, but all the soup inside was spilled.
Sometimes being passionate about food doesn’t necessarily mean loving food.
It's just the most honest hunger.
Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao are both practitioners, but You Chunshan is not.
You Chunshan felt so angry that his lungs hurt when he thought that he had been hungry for a long time and was about to have something to eat, only to be knocked over by this Taoist who fell out of nowhere.
So he muttered there, holding the stone pot and ran to the stream to fill it with water. In order to prevent the Taoist's blood from being contained in it, You Chunshan also deliberately went further upstream.
After a busy meal, the unlucky young man's stomach was already growling like a toad.
As for Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao, they were checking the Taoist's injuries by the stream.
The good news is that the Taoist is not dead.
The bad news is that not dead is as good as dead.
After seeing the tragic situation in Yunjue Town, the young boy Lu Xiaoer became much more able to withstand it. He used the Xiwu Sword to open the Taoist's clothes, and then he saw the one that was almost pierced through. But the heart is still beating slowly.
Although he knew that this man was still angry, Lu Xiaoer was naturally powerless and could only turn to look at his uncle.
Nan Dao squatted beside the Taoist for a long time, then stood up, holding the seal in front of him. The energy of heaven and earth began to surge around him, but there was no sword intention flowing.
Lu Xiaoer raised his eyes and looked at his uncle's strange-looking Taoist formula. He was quite confused and didn't know what it was.
But the next moment, an extremely calm sound of reciting began to sound from the entire side of the clear stream.
"The world has a beginning, and we think it is the mother of the world."
Lu Xiaoer looked around blankly, but there was no one else up and down the clear stream.
At the same time, his uncle opened his mouth and said softly: "Now that I have the mother, I can know the son; now that I know the son, I can protect the mother again and she will not be in danger."
Countless Taoist scriptures paraded out from around the young man under the umbrella with an extremely mysterious aura, and landed on such a Taoist.
"Suppress the situation, close the door, and never work hard for the rest of your life."
"Open it, help it, and never save it for the rest of your life."
"Seeing the small is called bright, keeping the soft is called strong. It is a habit to use its light to return to its brightness without leaving any harm to the body."
Lu Xiaoer stared blankly at the Taoist texts flowing out from under the umbrella, slowly moving towards the Taoist's body whose life and death were uncertain, imprinting them bit by bit, sealing up all the orifices on the body.
Countless winds blew by the stream.
The sword wound on the Taoist's heart gradually closed, and his heartbeat, which had been slowing down, also slowly stabilized.
The young boy watched this scene from the side, but gradually opened his eyes and looked at his uncle in disbelief.
"What's this?"
Nan Dao let go of the Tao Jue with a weak look, and an ancient scroll that had been opened by peach blossoms in the divine sea was slowly closing.
"The Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox."
The young man under the umbrella sat down by the stream. A large amount of vitality flowed out of the divine sea, making the young man's face look quite pale.
Lu Xiaoer naturally knew that this was Qingniu Five Thousand Words.
Even You Chunshan knows that this is Qingniu Five Thousand Words.
The Book of the Great Dao has countless rubbings in the world.
But how could my uncle know such a thing?
Naturally, South Island will not.
It's just a peach blossom party.
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao, who was slowly adjusting his breathing, but did not continue to ask. He turned to look at the Taoist.
The Taoist's life and death are still uncertain, and those Taoist texts with extremely mysterious and ancient aura are flowing beside him. The sword wound on the heart no longer has blood flowing out, but the Taoist's face is still extremely pale, which is caused by excessive blood loss. .
You Chunshan was boiling water again and cutting the seasonings on the side. The unlucky guy was so hungry that he naturally didn't pay attention to what was going on by the stream.
When he ran over at this time, he looked at the Taoist inscriptions on his body and fell into deep thought.
So what happened when I was making fish hotpot?
...
The Taoist might have saved him, or he might not.
Even when Nan Dao asked Peach Blossom in the Divine Sea, the latter just said calmly that he didn't know.
Maybe just do your best.
Nandao and the others paid no attention to the Taoist who overturned their fish hot pot meal, and just sat down in front of the pot of cooked fish.
Some wild vegetables are added to it.
You Chunshan was really hungry. He ate very hard until his belly was round, and he lazily lay down beside him, stroking his belly.
After lying there for a while, the unfortunate guy remembered whether the Taoist priest was lying next to him, so he turned around and saw a bloodless face.
Fortunately, he didn't open his eyes, otherwise You Chunshan would really have taken two wooden swords to him.
You Chunshan sighed and moved to another place to lie down.
There I looked at the end of spring on the stream with great melancholy.
It's not just spring that's about to fall.
Spring is coming to an end.
You Chunshan still couldn't find his sense of energy.
With Lu Xiaoer's young master uncle coming along, You Chunshan has naturally been practicing very diligently.
But there is no longer the extremely close feeling that day on the sword cliff.
Even if he allowed Nan Dao to surround him with sword intent, he would never be so close like that day.
Are some things really gone once you miss them?
You Chunshan lay there for a long time, and the young men by the stream, both young and old, had begun to practice in front of the setting sun.
The young man then walked towards the two of them with a wooden sword on his back, sat down in the flow of vitality, and continued to feel his energy.
At night, Lu Xiaoer lit a fire by the stream, and You Chunshan grilled some fish there.
On a spring night, the moonlight is pale and the sky is filled with stars.
You Chunshan sat by the stream, looking at the young boy beside him, and then at the Taoist not far away.
"Who, do you think this person came from?"
Lu Xiaoer turned his head and glanced at the Taoist who was wrapped up by his uncle using some weird Taoist technique.
"I don't know, but he should be someone with a very high level."
Naturally, the young boy could not figure out who the Taoist was and what his realm was.
But from the sword intent that passed through his heart, many things could be seen.
Those sword intentions are extremely powerful, at least those above the Qinglian realm.
In such a world, it is basically impossible for the sword intent above the Qinglian realm to fall on a person with a very low realm.
Because the custom of not deceiving the young in the world came together with the great road.
Just like the battle between Nan Dao and Zhang Xiaoyu by the stream, after all, the sword cultivator in white would not have the nerve to really use his Taoist cultivation.
"He is in the Great Dao realm."
Nan Dao, who was sitting quietly facing the stream, said calmly.
Lu Xiaoer and You Chunshan both turned their heads.
The complexion of the young man under the umbrella has recovered a lot, and the sword intention and vitality are slowly flowing around him. While practicing breathing, he is also refining the sword intention.
"That sword is the sword of cause and effect."
Nan Dao said calmly.
"From Zhang Xiaoyu."
Lu Xiaoer and You Chunshan were both stunned.
When he looked back at the Taoist again, the meaning in his eyes was obviously different.
Such a severe and fatal sword would naturally not fall on an ordinary person.
Not everyone is this young man who once frightened some people.
You Chunshan ran over sincerely, took a burning stick from the fire, and waved it around the Taoist.
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan strangely and said, "What are you doing?"
You Chunshan said without looking back: "Kill the mosquitoes away for the boss."
"..."
You Chunshan was busy for a while, then looked back at Lu Xiaoer and said, "This is the practice of Dao Dao. Isn't it normal to be a little enthusiastic?"
Perhaps Lu Xiaoer's reaction was abnormal.
The young boy just looked at the boy next to him subconsciously.
The young boy is just seeing the mountains, even his uncle Nan Dao is just walking in the snow.
I just don’t know why, but Lu Xiaoer doesn’t think the avenue is very high.
He didn't know why.
As for the South Island.
When the boy under the umbrella left the small town and went to Nanyi City for the first time, he met such a thousand-year-old sword cultivator. He also spent a long time in the Sword Lake with Cao Weiying, so his feelings in his heart were naturally much duller. .
It wasn't until You Chunshan said something like that that the young man finally looked at the Taoist who didn't know whether he was alive or dead by the stream again.
Yes.
That is the cultivation of the great road.
Back then, Zhang Xiaoyu said that he didn't know what the avenue was, although it was a joke.
But the sword cultivator in white who once smiled also said that only those with extremely talented people can enter the avenue.
There has never been a major road construction in Lingnan for thousands of years.
Such people are naturally rare in the entire human world.
So Nan Dao looked at it for a long time and then looked at You Chunshan.
"Drive it away again and it's mine."
You Chunshan was silent, but he waved it around again, and then handed Lu Xiaoer the firewood in his hand before he could speak.
"If you want it too, then do it yourself."
Lu Xiaoer swallowed his words.
Sitting in the night beside the stream with his sword in his arms, he raised his head slightly and said, "I don't need it."
So You Chunshan threw the piece of firewood into the fire again.
The three people sat there quietly.
The young man sighed very much, sighed for a while, and said softly: "I probably never thought that I would see such a major overhaul of the human world."
The Great Dao Realm is naturally an overhaul of the human world.
"People in the sky and people on the earth seem to have all jumped out during this period and are running around, although I don't know why they are running."
You Chunshan is holding his wooden sword.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, His Majesty, Cong Ren, sometimes I feel like the world is going to end."
You Chunshan then thought of the mysterious Taoist he met earlier.
"It's probably because of this that I believed the nonsense of that Taoist priest, thinking that I must be some unparalleled hero riding on colorful auspicious clouds..."
As You Chunshan was talking, he stopped because he saw the young man under the umbrella looking at him blankly.
"Taoist talking nonsense?"
You Chunshan didn't think there was anything strange about it, and shrugged and said, "Yes, he looks presentable, and his robes are fluttering while walking in the snow..."
You Chunshan was talking about such a Taoist.
Nan Dao silently looked into the night.
Last spring, he also met a Taoist in Xuanshuyuan.
Once a destiny is taken, it cannot be repented of.
This was what the Taoist named Bu Suanzi left to him after he refused.
"You may have met someone who lacks a divination skill."
Amidst You Chunshan's endless complaints, the young man's very calm words came.
You Chunshan stopped in a daze, and then gradually opened his mouth.
"Is there a senior divination expert missing?"
Nan Dao sat there quietly and said softly: "Yes or no, I don't know, but..."
The boy thought of a dead friend of his named Shushu.
"What he said should be true."
Nan Dao quietly thought about the story from the past.
If Shushu had not gone to the river to ferry him, he would not have lost a penny.
Will some of the stories still happen?
He doesn't know either.
This is like a paradox of fate.
There is naturally no trace of the other fate that has collapsed in the human world.
Maybe in a dream.
In the extremely long and long dream of a boy from Nanyi City.
You Chunshan naturally didn't know what Nan Dao was thinking, so he just lowered his head and looked at the wooden sword in his arms for a long time.
So how should a young man walking blankly holding a wooden sword follow the path of destiny to reach such a predicted end point?
Lu Xiaoer looked at his uncle with curiosity and asked, "Uncle, have you ever seen the one who is missing a temple master?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes."
"What did he say?"
"He didn't say anything." Nan Dao said, raising his head, tilting his head and looking at the sky with stars outside the edge of the black umbrella.
"It seems like everything has been said."
...
Although I don’t know the origin of that Taoist.
But it was not good for the three of them to just leave him by the stream and ignore him.
Fortunately, You Chunshan is not very good at spiritual practice. For a person who has been unlucky enough to fall on the ground all the time, his physical fitness is very good.
So the Taoist was carried on You Chunshan's back.
"I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, I was being carried up the mountain to chop wood by my mother."
You Chunshan hung the wooden sword in front of him, and leaning on a very thick stick, stepped on the spring flowers and fallen leaves, panting and walking.
Lu Xiaoer looked at You Chunshan strangely.
"You are so old and you still want your mother to carry you?"
The little boy thought that my mother would no longer carry me when I was three years old.
"I'm talking about my childhood. You weren't even born yet."
You Chunshan said helplessly.
"Okay." Lu Xiaoer then realized that he had gone astray. "Then what?"
You Chunshan said sincerely: "I hope that after this Taoist sect is healed, it will be able to care about me as much as I care about my mother. Not only will it make me rich, but at least I will have a worry-free life."
"..."
Lu Xiaoer silently walked behind You Chunshan, looked at the Taoist for a long time, and said seriously: "He doesn't look like a rich and powerful person, and he is like this himself. How can he ensure that you have a worry-free life?"
"You still have to have dreams, what if you come true?"
You Chunshan said matter-of-factly.
Of course, there is another way of saying being forever loyal to your dreams, which is called continuing to dream.
The two people kept talking there.
Lu Xiaoer, a young man who was originally a bit dull, became more talkative after meeting You Chunshan.
Probably as he said, after all, he tricked others into buying a wooden sword, so he must bear some responsibility as his senior brother.
The three of them passed through the green mountains and stopped outside a small town.
You Chunshan placed the Taoist on the grass outside the town, and then walked toward the town with a stick.
One is to buy some food, and the other is to find out if anyone nearby knows where this Taoist came from.
After all, it's not a problem to carry it all the time.
As for Nan Dao, he is still practicing.
When it comes to spiritual practice, it is natural to stop and go, practice and practice.
Until You Chunshan went to the town, Lu Xiaoer sat there holding his sword for a long time, and then looked at his uncle.
"Uncle Master, have you ever practiced Taoism?"
Nan Dao looked at the world quietly, and then said softly: "Cultivation."
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while.
"But I've never seen my uncle mention it."
Nan Dao turned to look at the young man.
"Because I forgot."
Lu Xiaoer looked at his uncle's eyes in confusion.
That look was very complicated, and the young boy couldn't understand it clearly.
It's just that look, so much like he's talking.
One day.
I also forget that I learned to sword.
