In the early morning, the sun shines on the bamboo forest courtyard.
In the late autumn and early winter seasons, the whole courtyard is filled with shivering cold winds. When everything is desolate, only a bamboo bush in the corner is still green.
The bamboo leaves are still covered with white frost at night. Under the warm sunshine, the cold color fades little by little, and finally turns into a drop of morning dew hanging on the leaves.
When the light passes through the water droplets, it leaves a faint rainbow color.
Today is a rare good weather in the fast autumn wind. People can't help but find a lounge chair and take a nap in the soft sunshine.
There was a creak, and the door opened to the left and right.
Nan Er, dressed in black, walked out. He raised his head and squinted his eyes, enjoying the warm feeling of the sun falling on his body.
"The weather is really nice today..."
He stood in the sunshine and took a long time to adapt before opening his eyes.
I saw the green bamboo in the corner, the dots of morning dew on the bamboo leaves, and the many birds on the eaves of the blue-tiled roofs, all with their wings spread out, as if they were also basking in the sun.
"It's rare to see so many birds. Did they all come out to bask in the sun today?"
Nan Er took two steps forward and came to the center of the courtyard. He subconsciously touched his waist with his right hand, but missed.
He waved his hand uncomfortably.
The long black-sheathed sword that he never left his body was supposed to be hanging on his waist, but he had never seen his own sword since he came back.
He had taken revenge at Sima's house before, but was inexplicably possessed by an evil spirit and was brought back by Xia Zhichan. He asked an old monk to drive away the evil spirit for several days, but he never looked for the knife.
Maybe, it is no longer needed.
The counter-pattern knife was an ancestral treasure of the Nangong family, but it also brought disaster to the Nangong family. In the end, only Nan Er and the knife were left.
After Nan Er escaped from home, he never left his body with a knife. His father repeatedly told him that the knife would be his life. But for the young Nan Er, the knife was just a tool for revenge. If it could be exchanged, he would rather use the knife to exchange for the lives of everyone in the Nangong family.
Now that the Nangong family's revenge has been avenged, I don't seem to have anything to cherish. If I lose the knife, just throw it away. It has completed its mission.
The Nangong family is gone, so it doesn't matter if the Niwen knife, which represents the Nangong family's highest knife forging skills, disappears.
It's just that as a swordsman, Nan Er is somewhat uncomfortable without his own sword.
What actually made him uncomfortable was not only the loss of the knife, but also the fact that he had lost his goal in life. The reason why I practiced martial arts hard and wielded my sword desperately in the first half of my life was just for revenge.
Now that his goal has been achieved, he is still very young and has a long way to go. How will he live in the future?
Nan Er has been very confused recently. He has no goal and doesn't know which direction to go.
He turned around and looked at the door not far from his own house. It was Xia Zhichan's house. The door was closed and he didn't know if anyone was there.
Xia Zhichan is very busy, not just recently, but since Nan Er regained consciousness, she rarely sees him. She often goes out early in the morning and comes back very late.
Regarding Jiang Cheng's matter, Nan Er knew that he could not help at all. No matter how powerful he is, he is just a knight errant. He is not afraid of fighting with people, but he is ineffective in fighting with monsters and monsters.
So although he was in a mess and wanted to find someone to talk to, he didn't want to disturb Xia Zhichan.
Nan Er is not a withdrawn person. His personality should have been very cheerful since he was a child. But maybe it is because of his bad fate that people who are kind to him will be unlucky.
His home is gone, and the master who finally raised him has passed away. From now on, when he travels around the world, he will deliberately keep a distance from others, not because he is lonely, but because he has to be lonely.
Then he met Xia Zhichan. It was the first time he saw such a shameless person coming to make friends with him, and he couldn't beat or scold him.
But surprisingly, after traveling with Xia Zhichan, although he encountered more strange things, he was much happier. Maybe it was better to have friends together than wandering alone.
flap--
The birds on the eaves seemed to have received some instructions, and they all spread their wings and flew high. Almost in the blink of an eye, all the birds that were crowded on the roof flew into the sky and quickly disappeared from sight. inside.
What the hell is going on?
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
Xia Zhichan yawned, rubbed his eyes and walked out. He wore the black and white mysterious robe that he had not worn for a long time, and put the golden crown on his head again.
"Ha-it's such a nice day today."
He first saw the warm sunshine and subconsciously squinted his eyes, and then he saw Nan Er standing in the courtyard basking in the sun.
"Hey, morning."
"Hmm...did you not sleep all night?"
Nan Er looked at Xia Zhichan, who was obviously still very tired, and asked in surprise.
Xia Zhichan just shook his head and said nothing. He walked up to Nan Er, scratched his head and thought for a while before he suddenly realized.
"By the way, I almost forgot about this thing."
As he spoke, he reached out and took out something from his right sleeve.
It was a long knife with a black sheath.
Nan Er's eyes widened. The knife he originally thought he had lost was actually inside Xia Zhichan's sleeve robe.
"Take it..."
Xia Zhichan looked at Nan Er who was a little surprised and hesitant. He frowned first, and then directly stuffed it into the latter's hand.
Nan Er once again grasped the handle of the long knife that was so familiar to him. He even felt that the knife was originally a part of him, and it felt like he was connected by blood.
Buzz——
The knife was still in its sheath, but it already let out a long roar.
The man rubbed the handle of the knife nostalgically a few times, as if he was saying hello to an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and then nudged it lightly with his finger.
Sa——The blade was three inches out of its sheath, and white light shone on his face.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but this knife seems to be more comfortable to use than before.
Nan Er didn't know, Xia Zhichan knew but didn't say much. When Nan Er entered the evil spirit before, it was with this knife, so an inexplicable connection was born between the two. Even if the evil spirit in Nan Er's body was removed, this connection is still there.
"Xia Zhichan, how about... you take this knife."
Nan Er handed the knife to Xia Zhichan, with both reluctance and relief in his eyes. This knife is of no use to him now, but Xia Zhichan is still doing some things that he can't help with recently. At least this knife can help a little.
"Huh? You are willing to lend me your precious knife..."
Xia Zhichan blinked his eyes and clearly felt something was wrong with Nan Er's mood. However, he did not ask any more questions. Instead, he shrugged:
"It's a pity that our sect has rules and is not allowed to wear weapons. The rules left by our ancestors say that even monsters and ghosts must be given a way to survive, and they cannot be exterminated."
Nan Er just said "Oh" and then put the knife back, his face obviously looking a little lonely.
Snapped!
Xia Zhichan patted him on the shoulder, then put her arms around his neck and walked outside:
"Let's go. It's rare that I'm free today. Let's find a place to have a drink."
"All right……"
"It's a pity that this is a knife. If it were a sword, I might accept it."
"I know, your swordsmanship is very good."
"No, it was because of other things... In short, I owed Jiang Qin a sword, and I still wanted to pay her back."
"Jiang Qin...female?"
At this moment, Nan Er became interested. He looked at Xia Zhichan with wide eyes, but the latter avoided his gaze with some embarrassment.
"Xia Zhichan, you are riding a horse..."
"Go, go, go, what does it have to do with you!"
Xia Zhichan let go of the hand that had been holding Nan Er's, and then Nan Er grabbed her with his backhand, and leaned towards him with a curious look on his face:
"You and that woman, are you..."
"No! No! How can you, a grown man, act like a talkative woman?"
"Hey hey hey, you reacted so big, it seems I guessed it right, you and her..."
Nan Er pointed at Xia Zhichan's nose, with a smile that said nothing. That smile looked cheap in Xia Zhichan's eyes.
"No! Nothing! Don't guess here... Come on, why don't I buy you a drink?"
Xia Zhichan actually diverted Nan Er's attention to other places on purpose, but as an ordinary person, he would have an inexplicable curiosity about this kind of scandal.
"Don't be in a hurry to drink. If I drink your wedding wine..."
Nan Er didn't even look at the road ahead. He just walked forward casually and deliberately turned back to look at Xia Zhichan's face. It was really rare to see him look embarrassed.
"Get out of here! I think your skin is itchy. If you want to peel it off, I'll treat you to some fried pork with bamboo shoots!"
Xia Zhichan was indeed a little angry.
"Hahahaha... We, Xia Dalingguan, also know that I'm sorry. It seems that woman is not an ordinary person."
Nan Er was very playful. The more the opponent dodges, the more he asks:
"What does she look like? You have very high standards. If that woman is not a fairy in the sky, she must be Chang'e in the moon..."
"That's pretty much it."
Regarding Jiang Qin's appearance, Xia Zhichan thought it was really impeccable, and he was astonished when they first met. Fortunately, he has many years of experience in subduing monsters. He has seen many enchanting and beautiful monsters, and he still has some resistance to beautiful women.
"Yo yo yo, you said you were fat and you were breathless. If you were really the Chang'e fairy, would people be attracted to you?"
Nan Er had a look of disdain on his face, almost punching him with his fist as if he didn't deserve a beating.
"I'm a horse rider...What's wrong with me? I'm not worthy of a fairy. We are also handsome and charming..."
Xia Zhichan boasted shamelessly.
"Bah, bah, bah! Look at yourself, there are no monkeys that look straight..."
Nan Er said mockingly.
"Then you're not as good-looking as a wild dog!"
Xia Zhichan immediately counterattacked.
Nan Er: "Bah!"
Xia Zhichan: "Bah!"
Pedestrians on both sides of the street looked at the two young men with different expressions and scolded them as they walked on the street. They were both very handsome men. It's just that the one in front is more determined and heroic, while the one in the back is more free and unrestrained.
Now both of them were scolding each other in a naughty tone that was extremely inconsistent with their own image.
Countless dirty words were flying all over the place.
After walking for a long time, they clearly said they were going to drink, but the two of them started yelling at each other and didn't even look at where they were going. It wasn't until Nan Er suddenly stopped that Xia Zhichan stopped following her.
Nan Er raised his head with complicated eyes and looked at the already somewhat desolate courtyard in front of him.
The most familiar road in the world is the way home.
