In the afternoon, Nandao went to Jingsi Lake, and Qiu Xi'er was still reading a book by the lake.

"You're a little hesitant to leave today." Nandao had just stepped aside, and he heard Qiu Xi'er's voice ringing coldly on the lakeside.

"Because I'm a little confused." Nandao took the sword off, sat down on the shore of the lake in his arms, and said.

"How do you wonder?"

Nandao looked down at himself under the umbrella in the water, and said softly: "I listened to some of Mr. Xie's sermons this morning, and he said that when you see the mountain, you see me. But I don't know what it means to see me. ”

Qiu Xi'er put away the scroll, turned her head to look at Nandao, and said: "Seeing the mountains is seeing the road, and how you see the road is how you see yourself." ”

"Seeing that the avenue is charming, then I am charming?"

"That's right."

"......" Nandao was silent, silent for a while, and then asked, "Then how to see the Tao?" ”

"Practice." Qiu Xi'er said calmly, "There is a saying in the cultivation world, called a weaver butcher, and they are all cultivators. If you want to see the Tao, you naturally need to keep practicing, but it's just a fantasy, how to become enlightened? ”

Nandao remembered that Mr. Mei said that Mr. Xie needed an oil lamp to watch the road at night, just for practice.

"One cultivates the body, and the other cultivates the mind." Qiu Xi'er said slowly, "Cultivating the body, that is, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth through breathing, strengthening the self-divine sea, and strengthening the self-flesh and blood. To cultivate one's mind is to perceive the principles of the world, follow the avenue, and navigate it. ”

"The movement of the opposite is the use of the weak."

"To see the mountain is to know its quietness, and to know the water is to know its changes. And then the back of the path of fruit. ”

"As for whether your landscape is quiet or not, you have to see for yourself."

Nandao listened embarrassedly for a while, stood up and drew his sword, and said, "I'd better practice the sword first." ”

Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything, and took the scroll to the depths of the corridor.

Nandao stood by the lake, looking at the peach blossom sword in his hand, and then stabbed out with a sword.

Qiu Xi'er watched in the porch for a long time, and then said, "You can try to wear flowers." ”

"Wearing flowers?"

Nandao looked at the sparsely falling white flowers.

"From one sword through two, to one sword through ten."

"That's it?"

"A sword pierces a hundred flowers, and only then can you get started."

Nandao sighed and said, "It feels like it's impossible. ”

Qiu Xi'er just looked at Nandao calmly and said, "You haven't tried it, how do you know it's impossible?" ”

Nandao raised his sword and stabbed at the magnolia flower that fell outside the umbrella.

Pierced one.

Nandao was a little unwilling, and continued to raise his sword to stab, this time piercing two.

Nandao was a little overjoyed, and confidently stabbed out the third sword.

When the sword was drawn, one was hit, but because he was too greedy, he wanted to stab more pieces, but he didn't even hit the second one.

Dazzled.

After more than ten swords, Nandao finally understood the meaning of this word.

I just feel like my eyes are going to be spent.

"Don't be too greedy." Qiu Xi'er watched from the porch, seeing that Nandao always wanted to pass through more magnolia flowers at a time, and reminded calmly.

"Just look at what's in front of you."

Nandao shook the flowers on the sword while looking at Qiu Xi'er and asked, "Just look at what is in front of you, how can you wear more flowers?" ”

"You are still only in the realm of the sword moving with your eyes, if you can't even see what is in front of you, no matter how fast you stab, it will be in vain."

Nandao suddenly realized and said, "So at the beginning, you were practicing your eyesight? ”

"Yes, yes." Qiu Xi'er nodded with a shelf, but said a little arrogantly.

Nandao held the sword and breathed for a long time, calming his mind down, and then looked at a magnolia flower falling in front of him, a sword stabbed out, and then shook it off, and continued to watch the next one stab.

Qiu Xi'er nodded with satisfaction, and then opened the book "Conjecture on the Art of Southern Witch Migration" in her hand.

Yun Hu didn't know what to write.

Then I remembered a well-known joke about Huangliang.

What happens when witchcraft is lost?

Go back and learn from someone who knows how to do it.

But she couldn't laugh a little.

The last person in the world who knew how to practice witchcraft died on the banks of the Nanyi River.

Qiu Xi'er opened the book and read it for a long time, then put it away, and looked at Jingsi Lake quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

In the evening, Nandao excitedly ran out with the sword in his hand, and the sword was wearing many white flowers, but there were nine of them.

"Sir, you see, I've worn nine."

Qiu Xi'er was looking at the lake in a daze, and it took a while to come back to her senses, look at the flowers on the Nandao sword, and then look at the corners of Nandao's lips, which were bright red.

"You're hurt." Qiu Xi'er said calmly.

Nandao raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, and then raised the sword in his hand a little higher.

"Look, sir."

Qiu Xi'er looked at Nandao quietly for a long time, sighed and said, "Yes, I saw it, it's good." ”

Nandao lowered his sword, looked at Qiu Xi'er and said, "Mr. doesn't seem to be very happy?" ”

Qiu Xi'er stood up with the book, shook her head and said, "It's okay, it's not early, you should go back early." ”

Nandao wanted to say something, but Qiu Xi'er left Jingsi Lake by herself.

Nandao looked at the figure in the white dress for a long time, then shook off the sword in his hand and sat down on the seat in the corridor.

After lying down for a long time, he sat up again, picked up the sword on the side, and said to himself: "It must be that I am too slow to learn, so that Mr. will be unhappy." ”

So he took his sword and went to the magnolia forest by the lake.

Merlin Building.

Two white-clothed figures stood upstairs, quietly looking at the young man in the magnolia forest.

Qing Xiang drank wine and sighed with emotion: "Young feelings." ”

Qiu Xi'er stood aside, just silent.

"You can tell that kid is interested in you."

Qing Xiang said with a smile as he drank his wine.

Qiu Xi'er looked at it for a long time, and said in a cold voice: "He is a human, I am a demon, it doesn't matter if there is or not." ”

Qing Xiang shook his head and said: "Look at what year you are talking about, human and demon have coexisted for thousands of years, and there are loving couples in the world, so why care about the difference between human and demon?" ”

Qiu Xi'er looked back at Qing Xiang quietly and said, "Then why don't you find a woman in the world as a partner for thousands of years?" ”

Qing Xiang said calmly: "The family teacher's last wish has not been fulfilled, how dare I slack off?" ”

"You've already made half the world have a Hanging Courtyard."

"That's half after all, isn't it?"

The prime minister raised his head and drank.

The two of them looked at the boy with his sword drawn in the twilight.

"You're going back to the cliff?" The prime minister asked.

Qiu Xi'er nodded and said, "March 15, after All Souls' Day. ”

The prime minister was silent for a while, then looked at Nanyi City in the world with a soft smile, and said: "Yes, All Souls' Day, all things are born with spirits, whether they are humans or demons, what is the difference?" ”

Qiu Xi'er stood quietly by the railing, but looked at the young man for a long time.

Qing Xiang raised his hand to catch a plum blossom flying up in the wind, rolled it into a wine glass, poured a full glass of wine, and said: "The world needs to toast that person." ”

Qiu Xi'er looked at Qing Xiang's movements, but asked with some doubts: "Isn't Master Qing no longer in Nanyi City when he arrives?" ”

Qing Xiang let go of the wine glass, watched it fall, and said calmly: "Something happened over there in Huangliang, I need to go back and see." ”

"Or is it a question of the bones of the young master?"

Qing Xiang was silent for a long time, and looked to the south, south of the vast Daze, as if there was a great wind.

"Maybe more than that."

Qing Xiang's expression was a little solemn, and he said slowly: "Some people say that they saw ghosts. ”

"Huangliang has always cultivated witches and ghosts, what ghost can make them so afraid?"

"Mountain ghosts."

Qiu Xi'er fell silent.

The wind is blowing.

Nandao held the sword and practiced until the evening, when he rested and sat by the lake to rest.

A lake of spring water is full of bright moon, and occasionally falling flowers fall in, rippling and bursting.

Yueming was originally Acacia.

but it shines like snow on the world.

Nandao felt a little lonely as snow.

After sitting for a while, Nandao stood up, patted the falling flowers on his body, and was about to leave.

But he suddenly found that Qiu Xi'er had returned to Jingsi Lake at some point, so he stood a few steps away, and the people under the moonlight were extremely cold.

"Haven't left today?"

Nandao scratched his head and said, "Today's progress is too slow, thinking that Mr. may be angry, I want to practice for a while." ”

Qiu Xi'er looked at the lake and said, "I didn't get angry, I just remembered something. ”

"What does the gentleman remember?"

Qiu Xi'er turned her head to look at Nandao and said calmly, "I remembered someone. ”

Nandao fell silent, looked down at the lake, and did not speak for a long time.

After a long time, Nandao tied the sword in his hand around his waist, and then saluted Qiu Xi'er and said, "I'll go first, sir." ”

"Hmm." Qiu Xi'er nodded calmly.

The South Island walked slowly along those falling flower paths.

After walking for a while, he looked back at the woman in the white dress by the lake and said softly, "Will I come back tomorrow afternoon?" ”

Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "If you want to come, you can come, if you don't want to come, you won't come." ”

Nandao lowered his head again, and then slowly walked out of the meditation lake.

Qiu Xi'er stood quietly in the moonlight, watching the falling flowers in the lake.

But I remembered the words of the prime minister - youthful feelings.

This should be the fourth day of the first meeting.

Is that young bento really so obsessed?

Qiu Xi'er looked at the lake a little blankly.

Then there was a rush of footsteps behind her, and Qiu Xi'er was about to look back, but she was held in her arms.

The young man's hot and rapid breathing was in his ears.

"Sir, don't think about him, think about me, okay?"

Qiu Xi'er was stunned.

It took a long time to react to what was happening, and the sword intent on his body was about to burst out with the anger, but he remembered that Nandao had only just entered the Dao, and he was still ignorant of how to practice, so he retracted it softly, and coldly scolded:

"Let go!"

Nandao did not let go of his hand, and hugged the woman tightly under the umbrella.

It's like holding a touch of moonlight that occasionally falls from the sky.

The next moment, the moonlight in the lake shattered, and a silver light broke through the water.

The autumn water sword broke through the lake, and the spring water poured over the lake.

Nandao was hit in the face by those icy lake waters, and finally realized what he was doing, and panicked and let go of the person in his arms.

Qiu Xi'er turned around and looked at Nandao with angry eyes, raised her hand and slapped her, and then caught Qiushui and pressed it against Nandao's throat.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Nandao bowed his head in shame.

"I was wrong, sir."

Qiu Xi'er held the sword in her hand stiffly, looked at the young man in front of her in disappointment for a long time, and finally hung the sword down. Turning around and walking to the lake, he said coldly, "You can go." ”

Nandao stood there in a panic, looking at Qiu Xi'er's white clothes wet by the lake, hesitated for a long time, took off his clothes, walked over carefully, draped her on her body, and then said sorry again, and left here in a hurry.

Qiu Xi'er stood sadly on the shore of the lake for a long time, then threw the Qiushui sword in her hand back into the lake and turned to leave.