In the evening, Qiu Xi'er returned to Jingsi Lake, only to find that Nandao was still sitting in the corridor, but instead of reading the book, she was in a daze on the surface of the lake, and the sword that had not been sharpened at her feet at all.

"What are you doing?"

Qiu Xi'er's voice came from the lake, and Nandao hurriedly opened the book and said, "I'm reading." ”

"If you don't want to learn, there's no need to force it."

Nandao hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, it's just that there is a problem I haven't figured out, so I was in a daze just now." ”

Qiu Xi'er walked over, stopped outside the porch, looked at the lake and said, "What's the problem?" ”

"Mr. Yunhu said in the book that sword intent needs to be cultivated at all times, but he didn't say how to cultivate it, I don't understand."

Qiu Xi'er stood by the lake and said calmly, "What do you think is a sword?" ”

Nandao looked down at the iron sword at his feet, thought for a long time, and said, "It's a weapon." ”

"Yes." Qiu Xi'er said calmly, "So the sword needs to be sharpened, and the sword intent needs to be cultivated." ”

"Then how to cultivate sword intent?"

Nandao asked.

Qiu Xi'er turned around, walked to the porch, looked at Nandao and said, "Pick up the sword." ”

Nandao put down the book for some unknown reason and picked up the sword.

"What are you thinking about right now?"

Nandao looked at the sword in his hand, a little dazed.

Qiu Xi'er looked at Nandao for a long time, and said calmly: "You don't know what you want to do when you pick up the sword, how can you cultivate sword intent?" ”

Hearing this, Nandao suddenly brightened, thought for a long time, looked at Qiu Xi'er and said, "Then what can I do with it?" ”

"When the Great Dao had not yet appeared, the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect picked up the sword in order to be a killer, although those swordsmen later entered the Dao, but their swordsmanship was still fast and fierce. For example, the four broken swords Cheng Lu, the sword does not leave his hand, and it is broken in an instant. Because they know that the sword is used to kill. ”

"Can it only be used to kill?" Nandao asked with a frown.

"Just said it could be like this." Qiu Xi'er said calmly, "Sword cultivation can be without a sword, but there must be a goal for the sword." ”

"What kind of sword intent does the gentleman use?" Nandao asked.

Qiu Xi'er turned to look at the Jingsi Lake, there was a heavenly dome in the lake, and there was also a sword.

"The swords of the Sword Sharpening Cliff are all heading towards the sky."

Nandao looked up at the sky through the edge of the umbrella and fell silent.

Qiu Xi'er looked back at the silent South Island, turned around and left along the path.

At the end of the path, when the magnolia blossom turned into an apricot blossom, she heard the calm voice of Nandao coming from behind.

"Yes."

Qiu Xi'er paused, didn't say anything, and left Jingsi Lake directly.

The twilight shines on the snow, and the forest is full of splendor.

Nandao sat in the meditation lake for a long time, the sword was placed on his lap, and the introductory analysis of the sword path that Yun Hu didn't know was on the side, blown by the wind through the lake, and kept turning the pages.

Nandao was looking at the sky, he hadn't seen the full sky in years.

In that distant sky, it seems that there will always be half a black umbrella edge, obscuring many things.

When Nandao looked at the sky dome like this, there seemed to be something more on his body.

Not sword intent.

Just a thought.

It's like entering the Dao requires finding that Dao seed and burying it.

Sword intent needs a thought.

Nandao lowered his head and looked at the sword on his knee, the glowing sword, which might have been made by some blacksmith shop in the city. The blade is blunt and you won't feel it when you touch it. The blade was still a little curved, and the top was uneven, like an apprentice's practice. The sword was crooked, as if the blade of the sword would fall off from the hilt at any moment.

Nandao looked at it for a long time, smiled, and held the sword. Holding an umbrella, he left the meditation lake.

He had time to find a scabbard.

Taking advantage of the fact that the night had not yet fallen, the South Island was familiar with the courtyard lamp in the hanging courtyard, and then returned to the gatehouse.

Mr. Mei seemed to have been here, the brazier was burning, there was a bowl of hot soup on the side, and a few steamed buns, Nandao put the sword down, then picked up the buns and nibbled them, while roasting the fire while looking at the kendo primer.

Not long after, Mr. Mei pushed the door and walked in, saw that Nandao was eating steamed buns, and scolded with a smile: "That's my dinner." ”

Nandao looked at Mr. Mei and said with a smile: "Aren't you a wife and child hot kang head, I'm alone, what's wrong with eating a few buns from you." ”

Mr. Mei gave Nan Dao's head a moment, then took a stove on the side, put a few pieces of charcoal in it, and then went out, walked to the door, looked at Nan Dao and asked, "How is it?" ”

Nandao nibbled on the bun, was silent for a while, and said, "I haven't gone to the library to see it yet, but I asked Mr. Yunhu before, and he said that he didn't know either." ”

Mr. Mei comforted and said, "It's okay, take your time." ”

Nan Dao nodded, looked up at Mr. Mei and said, "Where are you going?" ”

Mr. Mei held the stove, stood at the door, and said: "The inexplicable snow, my daughter-in-law is cold, I have to go back to take care of it, I may not come in the next few days, you pay attention to yourself." ”

Nandao nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Mr. May left with a small stove.

Nandao sat by the brazier, looking down at his palm.

Where the peach blossom had grown, there was only a shallow wound left.

Nandao watched in silence.

What's so inexplicable about this snow?

Nandao knew it in her heart.

This snow was directed at him.

Nandao finished eating the bun in silence and drank the bowl of hot soup again, obviously this is what Mr. Mei left for Nandao.

After eating, Nandao watched the introduction to kendo for a while.

Begin to shine on the sea of gods.

Compared with yesterday, there is only one more book in it, it is the book that Yun Hu didn't know to give to Nandao with five thousand words, and it was slapped by the man in white last night, and for some reason it appeared in his own sea of gods.

Those small whirlpools are still running, and if you look closely, they seem to have become larger, still absorbing the vitality between heaven and earth, half of them go to the sword intent, and half of them surround the worn-out green ox five thousand words.

Nandao tried to use his consciousness to open the five thousand words of the green ox in the sea of gods, but the seemingly light pages of the book were like rocks and could not be turned. Nandao observed for a long time, and found that with the convergence of those heaven and earth vitality, a corner of the book began to fade its original color, revealing an extremely imperceptible gold.

What is that?

Nandao subconsciously wanted to touch it, but when the consciousness touched it, the breath in the entire divine sea was restless again, and the sword intent held by the peach tree suddenly flew out, and Nandao's consciousness was destroyed in an instant.

Nandao let out a painful sigh, subconsciously touched his eyes, and then realized that it was just a picture in his own divine sea.

So I breathed a sigh of relief.

When I immersed my consciousness in the sea of gods again, it was already calm.

The sword intent and the scroll were quietly absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, as if nothing had happened, and there was a sense of distinction.

Nandao's consciousness withdrew from the Divine Sea, looking inwardly at his body, and when those heaven and earth vitality were absorbed, he was also constantly washing his flesh and blood meridians.

If it exists, it is not used diligently.

Nandao whispered the words.

Nandao opened his eyes, opened the door and stood in the doorway, looking at the twilight outside the door that had not yet completely faded, and the snow that was slowly melting.

Straight to the point.

He felt that there seemed to be something different in the world.

And it seems that nothing has changed.

It's just that the people who watch have changed.

Nandao raised his hand, and his fingertips once again gathered a vortex of vitality. This time, he didn't use all the whirlpools in the Divine Sea, but just chose a certain one.

So the vortex of the fingertips is also very small.

"I'm in the Tao."

Nandao said this for the third time.

For the first time, it was said to Qiu Xi'er in a white dress.

The second time I said it to Yun Hu, who wanted to get an answer from there.

For the third time, Nandao said to himself.

Nandao didn't know if she would be able to find a way to change her fate.

But.

The South Island is already on its way.

It is called the entrance to the Tao.

Nandao returned to the room, took another look at the ugly iron sword that was placed next to it, thought about it, and decided to find a scabbard for it first.

After all, a swordsman should look like a swordsman.

Zhang Xiaoyu's sword is gone, so it's not good to run around with a scabbard on his back.

When Nandao was thinking like this, he saw Zhang Xiaoyu walking from the bamboo forest with a scabbard on his back.

Zhang Xiaoyu saw Nandao and was about to say hello, but he didn't know what he remembered, so he slipped out of the gate directly.

Most of them suddenly remembered Nandao's request.

Of course, slipping away doesn't mean that you will go to help investigate, most of them borrow some money in the first half of the night and play cards in the second half of the night.

Nandao thought helplessly, and also walked out of the gate of the Hanging Courtyard with an umbrella.

Nanjingfang is almost close to the southernmost point of Nanyi City, and the Hanging Courtyard is opposite to the Human Sword Sect in the north and south of Nanyi City, which is quite a sense of watching each other.

Yesterday's sudden heavy snowfall did not silence the prosperity of Nanyi City, but there were many more people enjoying the snow by the river, of course, the snow has long stopped, and people can only see some snow. The bluestone streets are wet, vaguely reflecting the colors of the lights on both sides, which adds to the liveliness.

Nandao searched for a long time in the city before he found a blacksmith shop, which was much more spacious than his own blacksmith shop in the town, hanging some farm tools and other daily ironware, while beating in full swing.

Of course, Nandao didn't come to buy the scabbard, his money had already been lost by Zhang Xiaoyu, and only a little money was left to check out.

After looking at the door for a while, I asked a guy to understand the approximate price, and studied it for a while, a usable scabbard costs about two hundred yuan, which is not expensive, because of the existence of places like the Sword Sect and the Hanging Courtyard in the world, Nanyi City does not prohibit tools such as long swords, but it is not allowed to cast daggers or hidden weapons without permission.

After knowing the price, the South Island began to worry again.

How do you find a way to get some money?

Nandao stood on the side of the street and fell into deep thought.

Then I saw Zhang Xiaoyu, who was walking towards the alley with his shoulders on his back, and Su Guang, the young shopkeeper of the Su Inn.

Play cards?

That's not good.

Nandao touched his pitifully flattened purse.

That's great.