Naturally, Nan Dao and Ye Zhuliu had nothing in common, so when the two met on the forest flower trail, they were a little embarrassed to stare at each other.
After all, this Taoist is no longer the mysterious Taoist cultivator who came to Xiaoyu Dahu by boat.
But a little man whose ears were twisted in public.
But after all, he couldn't go on like this. In the end, Ye Zhuliu raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed twice, then turned to look at the twilight sun outside the forest road, and said with a smile: "The twilight is really good today."
Nan Dao stood there in silence, but he understood what Ye Zhuliu meant, so he nodded sincerely and said, "That's true."
Ye Zhuliu turned around logically, looked at the young man standing on the forest road holding an umbrella, and said slowly: "Have you finished reminiscing with your senior sister Chunxue?"
Nan Dao nodded.
The two seemed to have nothing to say again.
In fact, all Ye Zhuliu needed to do was smile slightly and pass the boy by.
only.
It's just that the two of them probably knew very well that there would be nothing good to eat in a small house like that.
That's why Ye Zhuliu lingered here for a long time.
The Taoist's expression gradually became sad again. After hesitating for a long time, he asked softly: "How is she feeling?"
Nan Dao thought about it seriously.
"I can't say it's good, nor can I say it's bad..."
Nan Dao looked at Ye Zhuliu with a strange expression for a long time before continuing: "But when I left, senior sister was looking for a big washboard."
Ye Zhuliu was speechless, found a stone on the forest road and sat down, looking at the dusk, he said sadly: "I know, thank you junior brother for reminding me, You Chunshan and the others are already in the missing door, Ji Kuo Zhi Xin" You need to wait until the door carefully reads the drawings before you can determine whether you can continue. You can first go to the White Moon Mirror to find them."
Nan Dao nodded and said, "Okay."
But the young man walked over with an umbrella and stopped again. Looking at Ye Zhuliu who was sitting there very sadly, he hesitated a little and said, "Senior brother, are you going to sit here all night?"
Ye Zhuliu sighed and said, "It would be a bad thing if we really sit here all night."
As the Taoist said this, he seemed to have made up his mind. He slapped his thigh and stood up resolutely.
"I dare not go there unless I die, and I dare not come unless I die. Junior brother, I'm leaving."
The young man stood there in a daze, not knowing why Ye Zhuliu suddenly felt such a generous mood.
But the Taoist said nothing more, just turned around and walked towards the dusk at the end of the forest road.
It's like making some kind of determination.
After thinking for a long time, the young man couldn't figure it out, so he stopped worrying and turned towards the White Moon Mirror.
...
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun were walking on the cliff paths inside the White Moon Mirror, which was full of cold and dim light.
There was the sound of dripping water everywhere, just like the sound of a long and distant drizzle.
As Yu Chaoyun walked, he became a little curious. He turned to look at You Chunshan and asked with some confusion: "Why do you think Senior Ye suddenly walked in such a hurry? It was like there was a fire at home?"
You Chunshan sat in the wheelchair and held his chin in thought for a while, and then said very firmly: "I guess the senior must have ran out without washing the clothes."
"..."
Yu Chaoyun probably couldn't understand why You Chunshan always paid attention to laundry.
Doing laundry is, of course, the biggest chore in the world.
However, You Chunshan didn't explain anything. The two passed through the cliff path and stopped in front of the cliff hut in front.
The drawings had been handed over to Que Yimen, and Ye Zhuliu naturally arranged a residence for the three of them, which was this hut on the cliff.
You Chunshan was not in a hurry to go in and rest. He stopped in front of the cliff and thought of something. He looked worried again and looked around.
Yu Chaoyun held the sword box and looked at You Chunshan strangely.
"What are you looking at?"
You Chunshan said softly: "Do you think Li Shi from Shanhe Temple will chase him all the way here?"
Yu Chaoyun fell silent, and after a while, he said softly: "After all, this is a place that is missing a door. No matter how bold Li Shi is, he won't come here."
You Chunshan said melancholy: "He dares to go to Huaidu, why doesn't he dare to come to Qianyimen?"
"Maybe I really don't dare."
This sentence was naturally not said by Yu Chaoyun.
It was only later that he entered the White Moon Mirror and finally reached the southern island here.
The two of them looked back at the young master uncle who came with an umbrella, and asked with some confusion: "Why?"
Nan Dao stood there with a solemn expression, raising his head to follow the cold drizzle, looking towards the top of the thousands of cliffs and drips in the White Moon Mirror, and said softly: "At the top of the White Moon Mirror, there is a personal."
The young man lowered his head and pulled out the Parrot Island with his backhand. There were many snowflakes condensing on the flowing sword body.
Naturally, these fine snows were not brought about by Nan Dao's own sword intent.
Rather, it was a sword intent that was almost forgotten in the divine sea.
That was the sword intent that split open his Valley God in the first place.
If You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun could see the scene in the young man's sea of gods, their bodies would probably already be covered with sword marks.
Such a sword intention that was originally floating quietly above the peach blossoms in the divine sea was now exuding an extremely cold chill.
If it hadn't been for the Great Dao Ancient Scroll suppressing it, it would have probably broken out of the sea and landed on the White Moon Mirror.
Such a strange movement started when the young man was walking on the hanging steps, suddenly looked up at the top of the White Moon Mirror in the dusk, and saw a figure sitting cross-legged above.
You Chunshan asked with some confusion: "Aren't there many Taoists on the White Moon Mirror? They seem to be building some kind of door?"
Yu Chaoyun said softly: "Isn't that a Taoist?"
Nan Dao quietly looked at the fine snow on Parrot Island, and even because of the strange movements of the sword in the divine sea, such a young man's face turned a little pale.
After a long time, Nan Dao put the sword into its sheath and said slowly: "I don't know either, but I want to go up and have a look."
You Chunshan hesitated for a while. He probably wanted to say that he would follow, but he was afraid that he would become a burden. So after thinking about it, he looked at Yu Chaoyun and said, "Senior sister, take the sword box with me and go up with my uncle to take a look."
Yu Chaoyun nodded.
Nan Dao glanced at the two of them, shook his head calmly, and said, "No, since we are missing something, nothing major will happen. You can just stay here."
Yu Chaoyun pushed the sword box in his hand and said, "Uncle, you'd better take the sword box with you."
Nan Dao wanted to say that if his sword was useless, what was the point of carrying this sword box?
I just thought for a moment that this might be a little hurtful, so I didn't say it out loud. I just shook my head and said, "No need."
Yu Chaoyun did not insist, put the sword box back, looked at the young man and said: "Uncle, be careful."
"Um."
The young man held an umbrella, raised his head and glanced above, and then walked along the layers of cliff paths towards the top of the White Moon Mirror.
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun stopped there.
"Is there any big secret hidden in the missing door?"
The young man from Donghai murmured in a low voice.
Yu Chaoyun said softly: "Who would put the big secret at the top?"
You Chunshan was speechless.
...
The existence of Xiaodaotong is naturally not a big secret to many people.
From the time Xie Chaoyu took the little Taoist boy to wander around the world for a year, it can be seen that this Taoist never thought of hiding such a story.
It's just that after all, there are some things that only people who stand high enough can see.
Wang Xiaohua sat silently on the White Moon Mirror under the dusk.
It was clear that the dusk was soft and the sea breeze was also warm, but this little Taoist boy seemed to be in a snowstorm, his face was pale, his lips and teeth were trembling, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
It was as if something was trying to tear itself apart from his body and break free.
The little Taoist boy who was brought to the White Moon Mirror by Xie Chaoyu didn't know what happened. He just vaguely remembered that at a certain moment not long ago, he subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the white flower floating island.
She saw a young man holding a black umbrella and carrying two swords, walking slowly on the small island.
There was no such feeling at that time.
It wasn't until the young man reached the hanging steps that he suddenly raised his head and looked at himself, as if he sensed something.
Wang Xiaohua is like falling into the wind and snow.
Who is that boy?
What was it that made me feel this way?
Wang Xiaohua sat there in confusion, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly.
There seemed to be something very cold floating on the back of his hand.
Xiao Daotong initially thought it was an illusion.
Only when she looked down did she realize that there was really a snowflake there, slowly melting on the back of her hand.
The little Taoist boy seemed to realize something, and suddenly turned around and looked into the distance of the White Moon Mirror.
There is a young man there, carrying a sword and holding an umbrella, and is walking slowly towards here.
At that moment, the little Taoist boy's pupils were filled with large black lines, and then dimmed very quickly.
The young man seemed to realize something and stopped in the distance.
...
Nan Dao stopped there, frowning, quietly looking at the fine snow that was beginning to fly in front of him.
Such a scene is not unfamiliar.
In fact, the origin of the Fine Snow Sword began when the young man brought the sword to the world of Daze.
Everything that the young man saw in his eyes at that time was filled with fine snow.
However, the fine snow did not really fall on the human world, but fell in the young man's eyes.
So Nandao is not sure where the fine snow in front of him actually exists.
So he looked at it for a long time and stretched out his hand outside the umbrella.
A thin layer of snow fell on the young man's palm.
It feels cold to the touch, with a vague sense of fragmentation.
Just like many years ago, the young man felt exactly the same when he stood in the snow and was covered in blood.
So this is indeed the snow of the world.
Nan Dao retracted his hand and stood quietly under the umbrella, looking at the fine snow. His eyes also went beyond the fine snow and fell on the person kneeling on the Mirror of the White Moon. He looked back in panic. On his little Taoist boy.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, and the peach blossoms in the divine sea seemed to be saying something.
The young man raised his eyebrows and said softly: "Is this really okay?"
Peach Blossom stood under such a huge tree with countless peach blossoms and snow flying around, and said calmly: "Maybe it can be done, you might as well give it a try."
The young man was silent for a while, perhaps remembering the panic and fear he felt when he saw such a sword intent for the first time.
But of course Nan Dao is no longer the insignificant boy he was before, standing like a speck of dust in the divine sea.
His Daohai has taken shape, his Divine Sea is full of vitality, and such a white immortal energy is gradually growing stronger.
Just like Xie Chunxue sent out that sword, but was easily stopped by the young man with his sword.
The boy is already very tall.
Nan Dao took a deep breath, clenched the umbrella in his hand, closed his eyes and stood above the fine snow and white moon, holding the sword technique.
In the dusk snow, the sound of swords suddenly sounded.
The Peach Blossom Sword and Parrot Island, which had been quietly staying in the scabbards behind them, came out of their scabbards at that moment, carrying the young man's sword intent, and wandered in the fine snow.
Maybe it's like that sentence written by a happy person.
The whale has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword energy has spread across the autumn, and the mighty rivers flow.
Those awe-inspiring sword intentions did not fall on the human world, nor did they fall on such a frightened little Taoist boy.
Rather, it is like a stream of rivers that, after traveling through the human world, suddenly submerges into the divine sea.
At that moment, the young man seemed to finally understand who his lifelong enemy was.
Never in the human world.
But in his own divine sea.
Thousands of sword intentions are like swimming dragons, passing through the divine sea and sky from the outside in, shuttled from the top of Taohua's head, towards the strange sword intention.
The man in white with a peach blossom face stood quietly on the land of the divine sea, his robes moving in the sword wind.
The peach blossoms are dazzling and bright.
It is probably the most satisfying thing in the world.
.....
Wang Xiaohua sat there in a daze, watching the young man stop, watching the young man reach out to look at the snow, and watching the young man suddenly summon his sword like a stream.
At that moment, she thought that the two swords would suddenly pass through the dusk snow and fall towards her.
Just not.
The blue-black sword and the flowing sword continued to gather sword intent, and they traveled in the twilight for several weeks, and then suddenly fell towards the young man himself.
The blue-black sword was inserted into the Tanzhong acupoint, and the flowing light sword was inserted into the Xuanji acupoint, which seemed to cut himself in two.
Wang Xiaohua sat there in a daze, looking at the two swords nailed to her chest.
Even if the young Taoist boy has never practiced cultivation and has stayed with the experienced Taoist for so long, he still knows that these two acupuncture points are the most critical channels for the practitioner's vitality to flow down.
The energy of the Divine Sea comes out from the Baihui Divine Courtyard, passes through the Xuanji Sandalwood, and finally travels through all the limbs and bones.
For sword cultivators, such a method of operation may not be important. After all, the sword's intention breaks through the sea and leaves the divine court, then goes straight into the human world and kills all things.
But for Taoists who tend to drive Taoist texts into physical methods, this is naturally crucial.
Wang Xiaohua really couldn't understand what the young man was doing.
But at this moment, Wang Xiaohua raised her head and looked at the sky again in great surprise.
All the wind and snow had long since dissipated, the East China Sea was filled with twilight, and the day was bright and prosperous.
Wang Xiaohua sat there in shock.
She had no idea what was going on.
The young man standing in the distance seemed to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he still looked calm. He raised his head and glanced at the sky, and then released the sword technique.
The blue-black sword and the sword of flowing light were not inserted too deep. When the young man released the sword technique, he pulled it out suddenly, spilling some blood, hovering for several weeks, and then returned to the scabbard behind him.
Wang Xiaohua just sat there blankly. The young man calmed down for a moment and slowly came towards this side.
The sea breeze in the world was calm, and on the White Moon Mirror, one could only hear the sound of the boy's shoes stepping on the sand - the sand that Xiaosan had tasted before, was not dense and not delicious at all.
While Wang Xiaohua was stunned, the young man had already walked in front of her and stood under the umbrella with a sword on his back. The two acupuncture points on his chest were still dripping with blood, dripping down in front of her.
Wang Xiaohua raised her head and met the young man's eyes. His eyes were very calm, a little happy, and maybe a little confused - this was probably what the young man wanted to ask.
"What's in your eyes?"
Wang Xiaohua was silent for a long time. Fortunately, the feeling of falling into the wind and snow had disappeared. The little Taoist boy did not tremble anymore. He just turned around silently, looked at the dusk, and said softly: "Da Siming, back then The soul of Da Siming given to me by the goddess."
The young man stood there thoughtfully, looking up at the sky.
...
The Taoist knelt down sadly on the washboard. There was a small washboard in the basin in front of him.
A large washboard and a small washboard are of course not used for the same purpose.
So when the wind from the East China Sea blew down some snowflakes from the heights of the White Moon Mirror, this Taoist who should have been talking about drifting with the tide and talking about the Holy Emperor's rule, thought sadly of the snowflakes drifting north. The wind is blowing, the world is vast, such a weird thing.
But soon he realized something was wrong, and suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky on earth.
Xie Chunxue also walked out of the house holding a sword.
The woman in white didn't care whether Ye Zhuliu was slacking off at work, she just looked up at the sky for a long time, and then said softly: "We all seem to have forgotten something."
Ye Zhuliu said in a deep voice: "Da Siming's soul is in the White Moon Mirror."
"Yes." Xie Chunxue said slowly, frowning tightly, as if the sword in his arms might be unsheathed at any time. "It sounds like there are some things that really shouldn't be ignored."
Ye Zhuliu was silent for a while and said thoughtfully: "It seemed that Yao Ji had never seen such a young man before."
As a god of ancient Chu, there is probably nothing in the world that would not fall into the eyes of the goddess.
What's more, a snowstorm like that came to Daze.
However, Yao Ji seemed to have never known about it and ignored it.
Why don't you listen and ask?
"Probably you can't see or ask about it."
The two stood there quietly.
However, with the surge of sword intent on the top of the White Moon Mirror, the wind and snow that had been rising gradually subsided.
Xie Chunxue breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "It seems that he can solve some small things by himself."
Ye Zhuliu said slowly: "The prerequisite is not to let go of the umbrella."
Xie Chunxue said sadly: "No one will live under an umbrella all their life."
