Nan Dao was still practicing his sword there. Although You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun hurried to the forest and saw the sword light all over the forest, they had to wait there quietly.
It wasn't until the world gradually became brighter that the horizontal sword intent was sheathed, and a forest of sword light fell down.
Nan Dao turned to look at Yu Chaoyun who was standing there and You Chunshan who was sitting in a wheelchair. He was silent for a while and said slowly: "What are you doing here?"
You Chunshan sat in his wheelchair and said with a smile: "Because I have a good idea."
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment, not knowing what You Chunshan was talking about.
"What's a good idea?"
You Chunshan got out of the wheelchair, walked into the woods with a crutch, looked up at the sky, and said softly: "Someone has a plan to make the Han Dynasty quiet and bright..."
Before You Chunshan could finish his words, he saw his uncle silently pull out three inches of Yiaozhou Island, and then he coughed quickly and said with a smile: "I'm just kidding."
Nan Dao did not send back the sword in his hand, but looked at You Chunshan quietly.
The young man who had been thinking hard all night put away his smile and said seriously: "I wonder if uncle still remembers the moon on the sea and the moon in the sky?"
Nan Dao thought about it for a while, but then he remembered it.
That is of course the story about when You Chunshan felt the Qi.
The young man under the umbrella raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"
You Chunshan came over and said seriously: "So, so, so, so."
Nan Dao looked at You Chunshan blankly, and after a long time, he spoke slowly.
"As tall as your mother."
"..."
Yu Chaoyun naturally heard You Chunshan's "such and such" words. He was silent for a while, and then looked at You Chunshan in disbelief.
"You were there early in the morning shouting that it's happening, and that's how it happened?"
Of course Yu Chaoyun didn't know what You Chunshan had.
Just seeing how excited he looked, I really believed it and hurriedly helped him push the wheelchair to Baihua Island to find Nan Dao.
As a result, I heard him say a lot of nonsense.
But the young man from Donghai said seriously: "I have already said it, but you don't know what it is."
Nan Dao seemed to understand something.
It is undeniable that although You Chunshan just said such and such and such in the end.
It always makes him feel like he is singing about how you are always so, so, so indifferent like someone who is wandering the clouds and wild cranes.
But the young man suddenly realized that You Chunshan had indeed said it.
In that sentence, when the moon is on the sea and the moon is in the sky.
"Let me think about it."
Nan Dao said softly.
As soon as these words came out, Yu Chaoyun became confused and looked at Youchun Mountain and then at Nandao.
This Qingtian Dao girl really didn't know what You Chunshan was talking about.
You Chunshan nodded seriously, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Uncle Master, you really need to think about it carefully. Let's go towards Chao Yun."
Yu Chaoyun was still there in a daze, and You Chunshan had already sat back in the wheelchair.
Although this Qingtian Dao girl was confused, she looked at the young man holding an umbrella and holding a sword in the forest looking at the white flowers. After thinking about it, she decided not to worry about You Chunshan and silently pushed her wheelchair and left here.
...
Just because you didn’t care about it at the time doesn’t mean you won’t care about it later.
You Chunshan was still humming the song proudly, but in a blink of an eye, he realized something was wrong. Yu Chaoyun did not go towards the White Moon Mirror, but instead pushed him to the seaside.
You Chunshan looked back at the Qingtian Dao girl with a horrified expression.
"what are you up to?"
Yu Chaoyun looked at You Chunshan with a smile, pushing the wheelchair hard with both hands, as if he would push him into the sea and drown him if he said anything wrong.
"So what good idea did you come up with?"
"..."
You Chunshan was speechless.
.......
Nan Dao didn't know that You Chunshan was facing a choice between life and death.
The young man held an umbrella and stood quietly in the forest of white flowers.
A man dressed in white slowly appeared next to the young man.
It is the peach blossom in the divine sea.
The man in white with only peach blossoms on his face but no facial features stood there quietly, looking at the hesitant young man, but did not say anything.
Even if Taohua knew some things, he would probably ask Nan Dao to ask them himself.
Nan Dao stood there for a long time before finally sighing and saying, "You've already come out, why don't you just watch?"
Taohua said calmly: "How about I do it for you?"
In fact, Taohua has said this many times.
At that time, young people would probably just say something like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you do it."
But now the young man turned his head and glanced at Taohua, and said seriously: "No."
Taohua stood there quietly.
The young man sighed and said: "Although I also know that the moon under the sea can be the moon in the sky. But what if it is not?"
Taohua stood there, thought for a long time, and then said slowly: "What are you afraid of?"
Nan Dao was silent for a long time and said softly: "After all, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old sometimes speaks without leaving himself a way out. What he said at that time is that Nan Dao will stop here today and will never write again in the future. It is certainly a matter of course. It was a cool thing, but when I think about it later, I just think about fucking myself and punching myself to death.”
The sea breeze is blowing in the white flower forest, and the bright and conspicuous peach blossom looks particularly abrupt among the many flying white flowers.
Nan Dao looked back at Tao Hua.
I always feel like my heart is smiling.
But he had no facial features and made no sounds.
This makes it impossible for Nandao to determine whether these things really exist.
After a long time, Taohua said calmly: "I don't know. This is your own decision. It has nothing to do with me. Ask me instead of asking yourself. If you feel unsure, there are not many things to see here. Taoist of fate?"
Nan Dao frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
Taohua's figure slowly dispersed, leaving only one sentence.
"It's better to ask about good or bad luck."
The young man stood there silently.
Isn't it materialistic as promised?
Why do you still need to ask about good or bad luck when things are about to happen?
But even though the young man thought so, he hesitated for a long time, then held an umbrella and walked through the white flower forest, heading towards the White Moon Mirror.
When Yu Chaoyun pushed You Chunshan back from the seaside, he saw the young man walking hurriedly on the path.
The two looked at each other strangely, and You Chunshan stood up slightly in his wheelchair and shouted towards the other side.
"Uncle Master, where are you going?"
The young man under the umbrella looked back and said calmly: "Go and ask for divination."
"?"
You Chunshan was a little confused at first. Where could he ask questions in a place like this?
Only later did I realize that, yes, I lacked a divination skill. Isn’t it famous for the Qiankun Gua technique?
The reason why the three of them came here was because the Tiangong Division said that Qiu Yi's fine mechanical skills were higher than those of the Tiangong Division, so they naturally ignored many things.
The missing one is of course the Three Views in the World, one of the three most powerful places of practice in Taoism today.
It is naturally not unusual to ask questions like this.
But You Chunshan is still a little confused.
Is it necessary to ask a hexagram?
This young man probably forgot that when he kept falling on the ground, he had also thought about praying to God.
The conversation between Mo Shancha and Liu Sanyue in Nanyi City certainly made sense.
Even if the world is prosperous.
But when people in the world are powerless, they often choose to believe in some illusory things.
...
Although the young man has not reached that point, he is just worried at the moment, so naturally he can't help but have such thoughts.
But he didn't find Ye Zhuliu.
After all, this Taoist is Xie Chaoyu's disciple and the current acting temple master.
Sometimes you can't find it, which is normal.
Although some Taoists said that Ye Zhuliu was at the bottom of the White Moon Mirror, Nan Dao did not go there either.
Instead, between those cliffs, I found a Taoist who didn't look busy.
The Taoist is in his fifties and his realm is not high. Like Nan Dao, he is at the beginning of the path.
When Nan Dao saw him, the Taoist was sitting by a dripper on a cliff somewhere. There was a document in front of him, which recorded many things that Nan Dao couldn't understand. The pages of the document were blown by the gentle breeze in the mirror. As he was reading, he would occasionally turn a page without looking at it, probably because he was thinking about some issues.
Nan Dao stood quietly in front of the Taoist for a long time holding an umbrella, until the Taoist came back to his senses and looked at him strangely.
"what are you up to?"
Nan Dao followed the example of a Taoist and raised his palms in salute, and said softly: "I would like to ask my senior brother to tell me my fortune."
As soon as these words came out, the Taoist's expression became even weirder. He looked at Nandao up and down for a long time, and then said slowly: "Have you ever heard of three feet missing a door?"
To be precise, it is Cong Ren's three feet, but when it comes to three feet, naturally the missing one is more famous.
Nan Dao said softly: "I've heard of it."
The Taoist said melancholy: "Although your realm is not as good as mine, it is not far behind. Not to mention whether I can tell fortunes, junior brother, even if I am really good at fortune telling, I still can't figure out what you want."
Nan Dao nodded thoughtfully, but he didn't know what he thought of. He saluted again and said softly: "Senior brother, it doesn't matter."
The Taoist looked at Nan Dao silently for a long time, as if he understood something, then he closed the scroll in his hand, stood up, and saluted Nan Dao.
"This hexagram is bad."
The Taoist didn't even think about it, he just said it in such a straightforward manner, as if he was talking nonsense.
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. He looked at the Taoist and said thank you, and then continued walking along the cliff path while holding an umbrella.
...
The Taoist priest in his thirties looked at the young man with a slight smile and raised his palms in a salute.
"This hexagram is very auspicious, junior brother."
...
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun stood on the cliff path, looking at the young man holding an umbrella and walking under the cold light and water, asking every Taoist who was not in a hurry.
"Hiss..." You Chunshan took a long breath, exhaled it slowly, turned to look at Yu Chaoyun, and asked: "What is uncle doing? Are you really asking for divination?"
Yu Chaoyun was also puzzled, shook his head and said, "I don't know either."
There was a sigh from the side.
"He's not asking for divination."
The two turned around and saw Ye Zhuliu holding a small box and looking behind them at the young man on the cliff path in the distance.
You Chunshan asked in confusion: "Then what is he doing?"
The Taoist said seriously: "He sharpened his sword under the moon."
Sharpen your sword under the moon and leave after questioning your heart.
Of course, it is a label that cannot be removed from the young man.
But You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun probably never thought that sharpening a sword does not necessarily mean sharpening a real sword.
It might not even be a sword.
You Chunshan said in amazement: "So this can also be sword sharpening?"
Ye Zhuliu said calmly: "For sword cultivators, there is nothing but sharpening their swords, such as Zhang Xiaoyu who has been active in the East China Sea recently."
You Chunshan was thoughtful.
The red center can be a sword.
So playing cards is naturally a way to sharpen your sword.
The three of them watched silently.
The young man kept asking many Taoists, and finally he slowly came here and stopped in front of Ye Zhuliu.
The Taoist looked at the young man, and before he could speak, he smiled slightly and said: "Junior brother's departure will bring misfortune and good fortune. It cannot be summed up in one word."
Nan Dao stopped there, and did not say anything like thank you. He just thought about it seriously for a long time, and then said sincerely: "If I am beaten by my husband, senior brother... I will go to my senior sister to complain. "
"..."
Ye Zhuliu was speechless.
After a long time, the Taoist finally counted with his fingers and sighed.
"This hexagram is very ominous."
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun were confused, but they didn't know whether he was calculating it for Nan Dao or himself.
The young man did not delay, turned around and walked towards the outside of the White Moon Mirror, as if he had made some kind of determination.
The three of them stood there in silence, watching the young man holding an umbrella and carrying a sword, and left without looking back.
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun stood there for a long time, only to realize that Ye Zhuliu had been stopping there, neither looking at the boy nor leaving, but just looking at You Chunshan for a long time.
The young man from Donghai slowly lowered his gaze and landed on the box in Ye Zhuliu's hand.
The box is very exquisite and even has a word "happy" on it.
If you smell it carefully, there is also a tea smell.
Could it be that this Taoist who lacks a certain skill also likes to make tea?
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun were thinking in unison.
"I don't like drinking tea." Ye Zhuliu smiled slightly, looked at You Chunshan and said, "Unless sometimes I am really sleepy and need to refresh myself."
You Chunshan calmed down his thoughts and looked at the Taoist in awe.
"Then what does senior want to do?"
Ye Zhuliu lowered his head and looked at the box in his arms solemnly. It took a long time before he raised his head, looked at You Chunshan and said slowly: "I heard that you are the first person in the world to accept the way of the Tiangong Division to ask immortals. people."
You Chunshan opened his eyes wide, looked at Ye Zhuliu and said, "Senior, what do you mean?"
Ye Zhuliu said softly: "I want to ask how high the sky is."
How high the sky is may be an uncertain thing.
It's just undeniable.
The human heart is always higher than the sky.
...
"You are always so indifferent, but I am so lonely."
"After many years, you and I share our things. I will keep you in my life forever."
"La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la..."
"La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la."
If it weren't for the fact that it was very clear that Chen He was singing about his Tianyan Che that suddenly disappeared from his life, even if it was a Nande song, he would have felt like those passers-by that Chen He was singing about his lost lover.
It is undeniable that although the tunes sung by Chen He are very weird, they are not at all like Huaian's "My Future", a gentleman will not drink it. It's not like Huangliang's Ruoman Xishan.
But it's really easy to understand.
At first, the Nande song felt a bit awkward, but after Chen He sang it many times, one day, the sword cultivator who had lost his sword spirit came back from shopping for groceries and was walking on the road when he suddenly remembered his broken sword. , even though he was very free and easy at the time, saying that doing something you know you can't do is the romance of swordsmanship, but at this moment, I suddenly thought about it, and for a moment I felt a little sad, so I shook the hand in my hand. A basket of radishes, humming there.
"You are always so indifferent, but I am so lonely..."
As he sang, Nan De Qu came to his senses and looked at the strange expressions of the people around him.
Nan Dequ suddenly felt ashamed and hurried towards the small courtyard with his head buried.
The sword cultivator finally understood the reason why when he saw the monk in white, he was singing "Woman Flowers Swaying in the Red Dust".
I have to admit, it’s really brainwashing.
When Nan Dequ returned to the yard, Chen He was wrapped in a big quilt and was in front of the stove, listlessly humming an even stranger tune.
"I kept guessing and divination, whether it was good or bad, good or bad, or worried..."
It's also strange to say.
It turned out that they had walked in the wind and snow for so long. Although Chen He was afraid of the cold, he had never caught a cold or suffered from cold. However, since leaving Ami Temple, the young man's body has become weaker.
Nan Dequ once suspected that he was affected by some magic there.
Otherwise, I obviously wore such thick clothes, but when I came back from going out to buy groceries a few days ago, I was coughing and making pig noises, and my whole body was extremely hot.
If Nan Dequ hadn't been a mountain swordsman who didn't like the fireworks of the world, he would probably have been a little clumsy when faced with life in such a human capital.
Putting the food in his hands on the snow-covered stove in the yard, Nan Dequ walked over and walked to the door. He frowned and looked at Chen He who was restless in front of the stove, but he didn't ask him where he was. What to sing? I just reached out and put the back of my hand against his forehead.
Being able to hum a tune naturally means that it is indeed better.
Otherwise, the whole person would cough like a red pig, and there would be no intention to hum.
Nan Dequ took his hand back and said, "It seems that your fever will be gone in two days. This is a good thing."
Chen He shrank into the quilt, tilted his head, thought for a while, and said, "Why is this a good thing?"
Nan Dequ was silent for a while, thinking about the news he heard while buying vegetables today, then turned around and went to the stove to peel radishes.
"Because Beitai is about to ascend the throne, don't you want to go and see it?"
In fact, Beitai should probably have ascended the throne a long time ago.
When the 300,000 green armors began to slowly rush to the east of Luming.
Chen He raised his eyebrows and said: "What's so good about this? It's such a chaos. I'm afraid I might be trampled to death in a crowd of people accidentally, so it's better to hide in the yard. By the way, it's still radish stew today. ?”
Nan Dequ nodded.
Because Chen He coughed too much before.
Nan Dequ bought some more radishes and made soup for him.
Chen He sighed and said, "But I still want to eat sizzling tofu."
