In the afternoon, Nandao went to Meditation Lake as usual.

Qiu Xi'er read the book in the corridor.

Seeing Nandao coming over with an umbrella, Qiu Xi'er lowered her head again, looked at the book and said lightly, "You are a quarter of an hour late today." ”

Nandao took off the sword, silently took out the sword under the tree, and after a long time, he stopped, looked at the ten magnolia flowers on the sword in his hand, and said in disappointment: "Can Mr. not go back?" ”

Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "No. ”

"Then what did the gentleman come to the Hanging Courtyard for?"

Qiu Xi'er raised her head, looked at Jingsi Lake, and said, "Come here to raise swords." ”

Nandao looked back at the Meditation Lake, where there was a handle of autumn water.

"Can you raise swords at Jingsi Lake?"

Qiu Xi'er lowered her head again and looked at the scroll in her hand.

"You can only raise autumn water."

Nandao didn't ask any more questions, in fact, the only question he wanted to know was the first one.

Nandao shook off the sword on the magnolia, and then drew the sword again.

Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything more, and quietly read a book in the corridor.

Until the twilight was deep, Nandao put away the sword, saluted Qiushui, and when he left, he heard Qiushui say behind him: "There are four days, if you can cultivate your sword intent, I can teach you another sword." ”

Nandao turned around, Qiu Xi'er had already stood up, standing under the eaves at the end of the corridor, looking at the twilight quiet lake, wearing a white dress full of orange glow.

"Can't learn without sword intent?"

"That sword is called Guancanghai, and it is the sword of sword intent."

Nandao was silent for a moment and said, "I haven't heard of it. ”

Qiu Xi'er turned her head to look at Nandao, her eyes were calm, and she seemed to be a little proud.

"This sword is my sword."

Nandao lit the garden lights all the way, and the gentlemen in the courtyard have been somewhat familiar with it these days, while lighting the lamps, and greeting the gentlemen passing by.

"Mr. Zeng." The one in front of him is the dean of Wenhua Academy who gave Zhang Xiaoyu a fat beating that day.

The old gentleman is tall and big, and he looks full of neutrality, Nandao once felt that he should go to teach Qingniu Academy instead of Wenhua Academy, but Mr. Zeng did not enter the Tao, it is said that the whole Huai'an Mr. Zeng is very famous, and the Tianyan machine that Nandao saw in the Academy of Mathematics and Physics that day was made by Mr. Zeng.

Mr. Zeng nodded to Nandao, and then hurriedly left with the teaching aids and books.

Gentlemen are always busy.

This is what Chen He said, especially the gentlemen of Wenhua Academy, it is estimated that it is because the spring examination is imminent.

Nandao also learned a little later, this is an exam that can only be taken by students who have been enrolled in the Hanging Academy for three years, and the same is true in other colleges and other places, and the spring recruitment of this year and last year's spring recruitment cannot be referred to.

Self-cultivation and family governance.

This is probably the philosophy of the students of Wenhua Academy.

It is impossible to level the world.

There are too many overhaul demons in the world.

Ordinary people can't level the world.

Nandao thought about the rumors that he had been brought back to the courtyard from the city by those students today.

I don't know how many sect masters came from the Lingnan Sword Sect, and it wasn't until I saw the sword on the knee of the young gourd sitting at the door of the Sword Sect that I left with confidence.

Once a person like Cong Jian moves a little, many cultivation places in the north and south of Fengqi Mountains can't calm down, let alone the human world?

Nandao finished lighting the lamp, but suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Zhang Xiaoyu again for the past two days, and since he saw the girl named Li Qinghua that day, he didn't know where to run.

Could it be that he took the money given by the girl and indulged in the card hall?

Nandao shook his head and dismissed the speculation.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu is obsessed with playing cards, he shouldn't look like this kind of person who cheats his feelings and money.

Nandao thought for a while, then went back to the porter, cleaned up in the room, and suddenly remembered that Chen He asked him to buy some wine, so he went out with an umbrella again.

When I reached the gate, I heard footsteps behind me.

Nandao looked back, but it was the North Terrace of the Great Young Master of Nanyi City, whom he hadn't seen for several days.

Beitai held a dead branch in his mouth that he didn't know where to pick up, put his hands behind his back, humming some tunes on the one hand, and walked towards Nandao on the other.

"Morning, Nan Gongzi."

Nan Dao looked up at the dim night sky, pondered for a while, and said, "You're early, Young Master North." ”

Beitai stopped in front of Nandao, spit out the branch in his mouth, greeted casually, his eyes kept looking around, and then landed on the sword at Nandao's waist, a little surprised.

"Hey, how did you learn the sword?"

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "There is a very good gentleman in the courtyard, and she saw that I was pitiful, so she taught me a sword. ”

"How good?"

"......" Nandao couldn't help but be impressed by the brain circuit of the young master of Peking University, was silent for a while, and said: "It's very good, very good." ”

And I love it too.

"What about you?" The North Terrace doesn't seem to have changed much in the South Island.

The north platform dangled at the gate.

"I don't have anything good or bad, there are too few people in the Witch Courtyard, and I'm so bored, I sit in front of the river all day long, saying that I want to feel the power of the Styx. I want to accept two subordinates, but I can't accept it. ”

Nandao remembered the two subordinates who were sent away by Beitai at the beginning, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"Go out and wander, you can't go."

Beitai asked, looking at Nandao.

"I was going to buy wine."

The two walked out of the gate of the Hanging Courtyard and walked in the alley.

"It's good to drink, Young Master Ben also likes to drink, I know a good restaurant, do you want to go with you."

Nan Dao shook his head and said, "Forget it, I definitely can't afford to go to a place like you where the eldest young master goes." ”

"I'm in for a treat."

Nandao found it difficult to resist the hospitality, so she agreed.

I thought it was some kind of high-end private restaurant or something, but the eldest young master wandered all the way, so he took Nandao to a small wine shop by the river.

The back of the restaurant is a bamboo and wood platform jutting out of the Nanyi River, with a simple canopy on it, where you can sit and directly see the illuminated cruise ships on the Nanyi River.

The South Island and North Terrace sit on the edge of the bamboo and wood platform.

The young master of Peking University sat there, holding a jar of wine in his hand, and his legs dangled and stepped on the water in the river.

"This liquor store must have been open for many years." Nandao looked at the environment of the liquor store.

There are a row of these small taverns and restaurants on the river, and there are steps down the river, but no one should have gone from there, and there are a few rotten logs in the water, which may have been used to tie boats.

Beitai gnawed on the wine jar, raised his eyes and looked at the night sky and thought for a long time, and said: "I don't know, anyway, the store often brags, saying that it has been more than a thousand years, what a thousand-year-old shop, and the cong laughed and drank it and said it was good or something." ”

Nan Dao smiled and said, "I thought that a young master like you would not come to this kind of place. ”

"So where should I go?"

"Hmm..... Indescribable place? ”

"Fuck off." Beitai spat into the river and scolded, "Whoever spreads it, Lao Tzu is going to smash his mouth." ”

Nandao pondered for a long time, looked at Beitai and said, "That is, if you go, it won't be passed out?" ”

"......" Beitai fell silent.

Nandao looked at the cruise ships coming and going on the Nanyi River and couldn't stop laughing.

"But I really haven't been, and if I do, my dad will break my leg." Beitai looked at the sparkling river in amazement.

"What if it scares you?"

"My dad is lame." Beitai said calmly.

Nandao looked at Beitai's legs, and the eldest young master's legs were swaying very healthily.

"Why can't you go?"

The South Island is somewhat curious.

Beitai sighed and said, "If you go, the world will see jokes." ”

Nandao remembered what he had said to him that day when it was snowing.

"Sometimes it's really boring." Beitai drank wine and said with a sigh.

"Those who stand on high places do not want to see our vein rise again, nor do they want to see our vein fall."

"I can't do anything, I can only watch the Nanyi River all day long to see the girl."

Nandao listened quietly and asked, "Why?" ”

"The people of the Daomen want to save face, the people of the Heavenly Hell want to suppress it, and the people of the Sword Sect want to see jokes." Beitai chuckled softly. "The family hanging by the tripartite forces, what freedom do you think?"

"What is Hell?" The second time that the South Island had heard of this place from the North Terrace Entrance.

Beitai looked at the north and said with a sneer: "This is a world regulatory body directly under His Majesty Huaidu. ”

Nandao nodded thoughtfully, but said curiously, "Why haven't I heard it before?" ”

Beitai turned his head to look at the South Island, but he was quite envious.

"The people in the countryside naturally won't know about Heavenly Hell, and Heavenly Hell won't pay attention to you."

Nandao was silent for a while, and said, "Although I know that you are telling some truths, I always feel like you are insulting people when you say this. ”

Beitai laughed and threw the wine jar he drank into the river.

Nan Dao looked at the wine jar that had floated in the river for a while and then sank, shook his head and said, "This is not good, Young Master of Peking University." ”

"I'd love to."

Beitai took another jar of wine from behind him and drank it in a big gulp.

Nandao didn't drink it anymore, looked at the small half jar of wine in his hand, put it aside, and quietly watched the eldest young master drink too much and start to get drunk.

Fortunately, Beitai didn't go crazy for long, so he collapsed backwards softly and fell asleep.

Nandao looked at the drunk Beitai and was a little worried.

As he was thinking about how to drag him back, a gentle voice came from behind him.

"Hello, let me bring him back."

Nan Dao turned around, only to see a woman in a plain Taoist skirt standing in the wine shop behind him, looking at Nan Dao with a slight smile.

Nan Dao looked at her and asked, "Are you?" ”

"Qingtian Dao White Lotus." The woman said with a slight smile, looking at Beitai, her eyes seemed to be full of pity, "It's also his wife." ”

Nandao hesitated for a moment and patted the face of Beitai beside him.

"Wake up."

Beitai opened his eyes in a daze, glanced at Bai He who was standing there, and said vaguely, "You're here." ”

So Nandao got out of the way, and Bai He got up with Beitai, thanked Nandao, and then left.

Nandao stood there, but a little curious.

"I heard him say something, huh...... Why don't you teach him monasticism? ”

Bai He stopped there and said softly: "Because this is not to give Huaidu face." ”

Nan Dao watched the two slowly leave, walked back to the edge of the table, picked up the remaining half jar of wine, and then looked at Nan Yihe and pondered.

Is it serious not to give Huaidu face?

Seriously, of course.

Because that person in Huaidu is the Demon Emperor Shenhe.

Nandao drank the rest of the wine and was about to leave.

There seemed to be some unusual movement in the Nanyi River in front of him.

Nandao suddenly threw down the wine jar, held down the sword at his waist, and hurriedly dodged to the side with the wind around him.

A long knife broke through the water.