While Nan Dao was still looking up at the sky, You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun ran up in a hurry. The young man from Donghai was probably too anxious and didn't even ask for a wheelchair. He didn't know where he found one. Using a stick as a crutch, he limped up and ran up.
"Uncle Master!"
You Chunshan was limping around. When he saw the pool of blood on the ground, he was even more shocked and looked at the top of the White Moon Mirror.
The young man stood there silently holding an umbrella and carrying a sword, with blood still dripping in front of him.
This scene made the two of them feel panicked. Yu Chaoyun thought that the young man could not pull out his own sword, so he hurriedly opened the sword box, took out the Spring Mountain Sword inside, and threw it over there with all his strength. .
The long sword hit the ground with a sound, and was inserted into the young man's side with the sound of the sword.
Only then did Nan Dao lower his head, silently looking at the Spring Mountain Sword at his feet that was embedded in the white moon sand, and then turned back to look at the two people coming over there.
Wang Xiaohua naturally saw the two people over there. She was silent for a while and asked, "Who are they?"
Nan Dao turned around, pulled out the Spring Mountain Sword beside him, and held it in his hand to look at the scratches on it.
After all, it is a sword that has not experienced the tempering of sword intent. No matter how beautiful it is, it is still just ordinary iron. When Yu Chaoyun threw it from a distance, it naturally had some very ugly marks.
Looking at those marks, Nan Dao could only console himself by saying that a good sword needs to be sharpened.
After wiping the dirt off the sword in the crook of his left arm, Nan Dao answered Wang Xiaohua's question.
"My nephew and my nephew's friend."
Even Yu Chaoyun calls him Uncle Master every day. After all, this is a serious person who knows Qingtian Dao. He is naturally different from You Chunshan. Although he has a relationship like Mei Xiyu, Nandao is not really shy. Face said that she was also his nephew.
"oh."
Wang Xiaohua withdrew her eyes, looked at the young man under the umbrella seriously again, and asked softly: "What about you?"
Nan Dao fell silent.
This is indeed a difficult question to answer.
Of course Nandao is Nandao, but what does the word Nandao mean?
The young man stood under the umbrella and thought for a long time before slowly saying, "I am an umbrella holder."
To put it simply and concisely, it is probably the man under the umbrella.
Wang Xiaohua raised her head and looked silently at the umbrella in the young man's hand.
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun finally hurried over, but they were stunned when faced with this very quiet scene.
Yu Chaoyun looked at the two sword marks on Nan Dao's chest with a very puzzled expression.
In a place like this, the only one with a sword is probably Senior Xie from the South Island and the White Flower Forest.
What happened to these two sword wounds?
But before the two of them could ask questions, the little girl who looked like a harmless Taoist boy had already bowed to them politely.
"My name is Wang Xiaohua, and I am..."
Wang Xiaohua probably remembered what Nan Dao said just now: "I am a person who holds an umbrella." She frowned and thought about it seriously before continuing: "I am a person who looks at the moon in the sea."
Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan looked at each other, completely unaware of what was going on.
Finally, You Chunshan spoke, looked at Nandao and asked, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Nan Dao looked down at his chest, shook his head slightly, returned the Spring Mountain Sword in his hand to Yu Chaoyun, and said, "It's nothing, just trying the sword."
"..." You Chunshan was probably very helpless.
Who is a good person who tries a sword on his own chest?
Although he and Yu Chaoyun did run up anxiously because they felt the fluctuations of sword intent in the world.
They just thought that this young master uncle was fighting with the people above Baiyue.
As a result, when I ran up, I saw the person above the white moon, a little Taoist boy who was smaller than Nan Dao. The two of them just stared at each other.
Yu Chaoyun stood aside with the Chunshan Sword, looked at Nandao for a long time, and then said softly: "Uncle Master, is everything okay?"
Nan Dao said slowly: "There are so many Taoists here. If something happened, they would probably have been here long ago."
Only then did Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan look at the many figures scattered on the Baiyue Cliff. The Taoists only looked up here occasionally, but had no intention of coming over.
But when the sword intent surged, it did alarm a lot of people.
The two of them looked at it for a long time and finally believed that nothing happened to Nandao.
It's just that it's probably still a puzzling thing as to why Nan Dao used two swords against him.
But since Nan Dao didn't say anything, the two of them didn't continue to ask. They turned to look at the little Taoist boy sitting in the dusk, and they felt a little guilty in their hearts.
Is this the person that Uncle Master said made Shanhe Guan Li Shi afraid to come?
It seemed like he was really just a little Taoist boy, with no traces of even practicing.
However, after muttering, Yu Chaoyun still bowed and said seriously: "Junior Qingtian Dao Yu Chaoyun has met Senior Hua."
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment, thinking who am I?
The unknown little swordsman You Chunshan?
Or You Chunshan, the sword cultivator of the East China Sea?
Oh, yes, I am a hammer swordsman.
But before You Chunshan could remember it, Wang Xiaohua looked at him and said softly: "I know, your name is You Qingshan, I've met you before."
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment and looked at the little Taoist boy with a strange expression for a long time. Wang Xiaohua reached out to cover her eyes. Only then did You Chunshan look at her with a sudden realization and said, "So you are the blind Taoist boy who followed that old Taoist?"
Wang Xiaohua was silent for a while and said softly: "I am not a blind Taoist boy, but I am not a senior either, but you can't say that my master is an old Taoist, he is the real senior."
You Chunshan reacted and said apologetically: "Sorry, sorry, I made it easy."
After all, when I didn't know it was a divination operator before, I kept saying that it was an old Taoist, and I didn't change my mind all of a sudden.
Wang Xiaohua looked at You Chunshan and asked curiously: "Why are you here? Are you a great sword cultivator in the world?"
You Chunshan was still recalling what happened at that time. After listening to Wang Xiaohua's questions, he came back to his senses, sighed, pointed to his own legs, and said: "The sword cultivator didn't take it seriously, so he folded one of his legs in first." , and also, my name is not You Qingshan, my name is You Chunshan."
"Oh, I heard it wrong at that time."
You Chunshan suddenly remembered something, looked at Wang Xiaohua and said seriously: "Is your master missing a subject now?"
Wang Xiaohua thought for a while and said: "I don't know, but it seems that he is not here. Didn't he go to Huaidu last time? It seems that he has never come back. Otherwise, it would not be Senior Brother Ye who is acting as the conservator."
You Chunshan sighed regretfully and said, "Well, I originally wanted to ask him if my destiny has changed."
Wang Xiaohua said nothing more, after all, she was really just a little Taoist boy.
The story on White Moon Mirror is indeed just a misunderstanding.
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun stayed on it for a while. The dusk in the world was about to end, and the sea and sky were all red. Only the white moon under their feet gradually gave off its clear brilliance in the gradually darkening sky.
It was getting late, so the two of them did not stay up there any longer. They looked at the scratched Spring Mountain Sword with great distress and headed downwards.
The South Island remains there.
After You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun left, the little Taoist boy became cautious again and looked at the young man holding the umbrella with some fear.
Nan Dao stood there quietly, watching the remaining clouds flow into the sea, and said softly: "You look like you are afraid of me."
Wang Xiaohua turned back silently and raised her face to look at the light in the sky.
"Because I really thought I might die."
The little Taoist boy hesitated for a while and continued: "This is the feeling conveyed to me by Da Siming - there seems to be something very deadly hidden in your body... That is a sword, Or sword intent?”
Nan Dao looked at the little Taoist boy in surprise, remained silent for a while, and said slowly: "Why do you think it has something to do with the sword?"
Wang Xiaohua tilted her head and sat there and said softly: "I saw a white-haired woman before. My master called her Cliff Master. She took off my eyeband and showed me a sword - that's It was the same feeling just now. If you look at it, you will be torn apart. If you get closer, you will die."
Nan Dao said calmly: "It's the sword intention."
In fact, Nandao just realized this and stopped there.
I clearly didn't let go of the umbrella, but there was a fine snowfall in the world. Fortunately, it was just fine snow, not windy snow. It probably wouldn't turn that world into windy snow like the story outside Nanyi City. Sword country.
That's why Taohua had such a crazy idea - to use Nandao's own sword intention to suppress such a restless sword intention.
"Why is there such a sword intention in your body?"
Wang Xiaohua asked puzzledly.
However, Nan Dao suddenly seemed to realize something. He suddenly lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "What kind of sword intention are you talking about?"
Wang Xiaohua was startled by the young man's lowering of his head, and subconsciously stepped back until he was out of the range of the umbrella, and then whispered softly: "The sword intention is exactly the same as that of the original sword, but it seems to be more condensed."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then he raised his hand and pulled out the Parrot Island and brought it to Wang Xiaohua. The little Taoist boy almost thought that he had said something wrong and that this young man was going to kill him.
But the sword stopped in front of Wang Xiaohua's eyes.
"Where is the sword intention above?"
Although Wang Xiaohua didn't know why the young man let her see such a thing, she still looked at it seriously, with ancient black lines faintly appearing in her eyes.
After a while, the little Taoist boy turned his head, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "There are three sword intentions here, one should be yours, and the other seems to be the sword intention that tempers this sword. .”
Although Wang Xiaohua only mentioned two types, Nan Dao himself knew very well what the third sword intention was.
That was the sword intention that Zhang Xiaoyu left behind.
When we were in Nanyi City, the sword cultivator in white clothes was not there, and Nandao had lent him the sword from Parrot Island.
Nan Dao didn't say anything, just silently returned Yiaozhou to the sheath, and then looked at the little Taoist boy in front of him for a long time.
In fact, when he used Parrot Island to prove that Wang Xiaohua, who had the power of gods and ghosts, could indeed perceive some things, the answers to some things were already clear.
White-haired woman, cliff master, sword.
When these words and phrases are put together, it is natural that there is only Mo Jian Ya Qiu Shui who brought the sword down the cliff.
Therefore, such a sword can only be the sword of Sword Master Qing Yi.
So what about such a sword intention?
The young man didn't think about it any further.
If you think about it deeply, there are too many frightening things in this story.
Nan Dao took a deep breath, sat down on the White Moon Mirror, and slowly calmed down his Divine Sea, and those sword intentions gradually returned to the Dao Sea.
The sword intention above the peach tree did not produce any fine snow anymore.
Maybe the young man's bright sword did have some effect.
After a long time, Nan Dao said softly: "I am a good person, and I hope I am a good person."
Wang Xiaohua was stunned, wondering why Nan Dao suddenly said such a thing.
The young man looked at the little Taoist boy under the umbrella and continued, "So you don't have to be afraid of me."
Wang Xiaohua was silent for a while and said softly: "Okay."
Of course, the little Taoist boy added in his heart - if he no longer felt like he was buried in snow.
Night has fallen.
The faint radiance of the white moon became the only light in this vast world.
There may be some starlight in the sky, but it's probably too far away and dimmed.
Nan Dao didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly turned around and looked at the little Taoist boy sitting beside him hugging his knees for a long time.
"Da Siming, is he the ghost and god in charge of life and death?"
When Xiao Daotong heard such a question, he turned back and looked deeply at the young man, and then said softly: "What do you want to say?"
Nan Dao sat there hesitantly, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "I think..."
Wang Xiaohua turned her head away suddenly and her voice became cold.
"Don't think about it, that's impossible."
Of course, this is still the voice of the little Taoist boy.
Because of the existence of the sword intent in the young man's divine sea, it was impossible for the great commander hidden in his eyes to emerge.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Why?"
Wang Xiaohua said calmly: "Life and death are things that cannot be mixed with selfish desires. This is what my master told me at the beginning, when the goddess left her soul in my body. So he wanted me to stay away from the world and not look at the world. It is to prevent the matter of life and death from becoming a chaotic existence."
So the young man just said two words like 'I think', and Wang Xiaohua quickly became determined.
Of course, there are some things that you don’t need to listen to.
When you see a longing gesture, you already know what you want.
It is sinful to take it for granted.
Nan Dao said nothing.
Wang Xiaohua turned back, looked at the young man, her eyes fell on the sword behind him, and said seriously: "So even if you kill me, I will not help you do those things."
Nan Dao sighed and said softly: "Do I look like that?"
"The world says it nicely, but of course there will be hidden desires - this is still what Master told me."
Nan Dao fell silent and said softly: "Yes."
The young man said nothing more, stood up, and walked in the direction he came from. He only walked a few steps, stopped again, looked back at the little Taoist boy, and said calmly: "I may not want to, but I don't hope. Later, One day, I heard the news that you favored one thing over another."
Don't worry about scarcity but inequality.
This has always been the cause of many conflicts in the world.
The young man is not a saint, if he really faces such a thing.
He will also be angry.
Wang Xiaohua lowered her head silently and said softly: "Then I will definitely do it secretly like that goddess, without telling anyone."
Even today, not many people know the story of the goddess intercepting Liu Sanyue. The world may still think that such a Taoist just drifted all the way to Huangliang because he was lucky and did not die in the Daze.
Nan Dao stood there in silence for a long time, looked at Wang Xiaohua for a long time, said nothing, turned around, and left here silently.
The young man left the top of the White Moon Mirror, but did not return to the hut on the White Moon Cliff. He just stopped at the entrance where the skylight poured into the interior of the mirror, and quietly looked at the top of the mirror. A drip.
In fact, for the young man, he did not think that this trip that was originally only because of You Chunshan would bring him so many things that he had never known in the past.
For example, the problem on the twelfth floor, or the origin of that sword intention.
Of course, it also includes the whereabouts of Lu Xiaosan and Le Chaotian.
The young man sighed and sat down on the stone steps beside the hourglass. The cold sky light started from here and filled the entire interior of the White Moon Mirror.
Taohua was in the divine sea, quietly watching that sword intent.
The figure of the young man holding an umbrella appeared beside the vitality stream of Shenhai, slowly walking towards the peach blossom.
"Actually, we should have guessed the origin of such a sword spirit a long time ago, right?"
Nan Dao looked at Peach Blossom standing in the breeze of the divine sea and said softly.
Taohua was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "Guessing is of course different from being confirmed. Just like you don't dare to look for the stone writing in the white flower forest."
Nan Dao stopped aside, raising his head and looking quietly at a tree full of peach blossoms that covered the sky and the sun in the divine sea.
The microcurrent of vitality in the Divine Sea is still somewhat disordered.
After all, the young man once pulled many sword intentions away from the Dao Sea and returned them to the Divine Sea.
"How does it feel when the sword intent passes through the divine sea?"
Nan Dao did not talk about the origin of that sword intention, but only asked about what happened at that time.
Taohua seemed to laugh - even though he had no facial features, Nandao still felt it. Maybe it was because the two of them were symbiotic, or maybe it was because the peach blossom, set against the white clothes, was too arrogant.
"It's wonderful, South Island. All my life..."
Taohua turned her head, looked at the young man and said seriously:
"Never have I ever felt so good."
