Nandao was so obsessed with the truth that he didn't even know when Qiu Xi'er left.

When I looked up, I saw that there was a deep twilight outside the magnolia forest, and the sword in his hand was wearing ten peach blossoms.

Nandao felt that his sword was a little faster, but he couldn't tell exactly how many points it was.

Just like when a person eats, when he starts to grow, he will eat a few more bowls, but when he must eat a few more bowls, Nandao does not remember.

He's been eating a lot lately.

Although it is said that you are in the right place, you have to eat when you should eat.

Like Zhang Xiaoyu, who doesn't eat cards all night long, Nandao really can't do it.

Thinking of this, Nandao remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, so he threw away a sword and white flower, put it in the sheath, turned around and left Jingsi Lake.

Taking advantage of the twilight to finish lighting the lamp, maybe it is the reason for entering the mountain, or maybe it is because of the familiarity, the South Island is now lit up faster and faster.

After running to the Wenhuayuan canteen and eating two bowls of rice, Nandao walked to the gatehouse, walked to the door, pushed open the door, and saw Chen He holding a biographical novel inside, fascinated by it. Nan Dao then remembered that he said this morning that he would sleep with him in another place. So he lightly took the door and retreated.

Walking back along the road again, when passing by the Witch Ghost Courtyard, Nandao suddenly remembered the young master of Peking University who drank a mess yesterday, so he walked in to take a look.

Behind the Witch Ghost Courtyard is the Nanyi River, there are many half-cut bridges along the river, and there are some people sitting scattered on the bridge, as if they are meditating and feeling, but Nandao always feels like they are sleeping, because the son of Beitai sits on a bridge and dozes off.

Nandao looked at it for a while, and was about to turn away, but when he turned around, he bumped into a gentleman who looked very serious, the clothes on his body were very different from what Nandao usually saw, there were many strange ornaments on a black background, and the sleeved robe was very large, and he couldn't see it when he shrank his hands inside.

"South Island?" The gentleman looked at Nandao and pondered for a while, but called out Nandao's name.

However, it is not surprising, after all, the gentlemen all know that the dean of the prime minister personally refused to accept this young man.

"Yes, sir."

Nandao saluted the gentleman of the witchhouse.

The gentleman's expression was serious and deep, but his speech was gentle and gentle.

"I saw that you had a sword at your waist, and I think you learned the sword from a gentleman in Qingniuyuan."

"Yes."

"Are you interested in coming to the Witch Temple?"

Mr.'s sudden words made Nandao a little surprised, hesitated a little, and said, "Sir is not afraid of the blame of the dean?" ”

Mr. said lightly: "Although the dean is a Huangliang person, but he is a cultivator and a big demon, in essence, he is actually a person from Huai'an's side, and the people who cultivate the Tao are chattering, and they always feel that there are many unspeakable fates, but we Huangliang people don't believe it." ”

Nandao asked curiously, "What does Sir believe?" ”

"Believe in ghosts and gods." The gentleman walked to the side of the courtyard, where there were many green plants, lush and blooming.

Nandao hesitated a little and followed, and the gentleman stood still in front of the flowers in the courtyard and continued: "So we also cultivate witches and ghosts. ”

"I've heard that the Witch Ghost Cult has disappeared from the world for two thousand years."

"Hangu Guan has also disappeared for a thousand years, isn't Huai'an still cultivating?"

Nandao was silent.

"Do you think there are too few people in the Witch Ghost Courtyard?" The gentleman looked back at the South Island.

Nandao hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, sir. ”

The gentleman was very sincere, looking down at the little red flower in front of him, the spring rain and spring snow for days, and a lot of residual red fell on the ground.

"There are indeed very few people in the Witch Ghost Courtyard, even in the Hanging Courtyard on the other side of Huangliang, there are almost more cultivators than there are cultivators of witches and ghosts. Only in the southernmost part, the Three Cities of Southern Chu, where the Southern Chu witches boast of having the inheritance of witches and ghosts, and the witches and ghosts are the most prosperous there. ”

"Sir, you want to restore the glory of the Witch Cult?"

Nandao pondered for a moment and said.

When the gentleman heard this, he laughed and said, "This is indeed a great ambition, but it is impossible in the present world. Then he turned around, looked at Nandao, and said, "I'm just interested in you." ”

Nandao bowed apologetically and said, "Thank you, sir, for your kindness, but I have already learned the sword." ”

"What's so good about learning swords?"

Nan Dao remembered what Qiu Xi'er said earlier, and said softly: "The truth on the sword is great. ”

The gentleman was silent for a while, sighed, and said, "The truth on the sword is indeed great. ”

At this point, the two of them seemed to have nothing to say.

So the gentleman turned around and walked towards the Nanyi River outside the hospital.

"If one day, you want to learn the way of witches, you can come to the courtyard to find me, my name is Mingyu."

"Okay, Mr. Ming."

Nandao left the Witch Ghost Courtyard and went to the library, Yun Hu didn't know that he was looking at the book on the first floor, and he was still writing and drawing with a pen on the side, Nandao walked over, looked at it for a while, and found that he couldn't understand it, thinking that it should be something from the Institute of Mathematics and Physics.

Yun Hu didn't know it, but he suddenly raised his head, looked at Nan Dao, was a little surprised, and said, "Why are you still coming to the library today?" ”

Nandao said about his Chen He's changing rooms to sleep, Yun Hu nodded innobly, but he looked a little regretful, and said, "It's a pity." ”

"What is the pity, sir?"

Nandao was a little strange, and glanced at the scroll in front of Yun Hu again, and the many papers full of things.

I checked the eyes, and it was something that I couldn't understand.

"I used the model of the Institute of Mathematics and Physics to calculate a solution to enlightenment." Yunhu didn't know how to try to explain to Nandao. "But this solution does not belong to the realm division in the current human cultivation system, I think there should be a small realm here, but it has never been recorded in the Dao classics, which is probably a limit value of heaven and earth vitality in the body after the enlightenment fruit. I named it Jin Dan, but I thought that the name might be too vulgar, and I thought that Chen He would come up with a nice name. ”

Nandao was dumbfounded.

"Can the avenue be counted?"

Yun Hu said sincerely: "Of course, the Great Dao can't be counted, but cultivation can be counted, you see here, let's first build a model, and then quote the classics left by those cultivators in the history of human cultivation, we can convert it into exact data, and then solve it, we can know what kind of cultivation trend the world is currently in......"

"Sir." Nan Dao interrupted Yun Hu Zhi's words, Yun Hu looked at Nan Dao suspiciously, and Nan Dao said in embarrassment, "I don't read much, I don't understand what you're saying." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to react, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I forgot." ”

Nandao walked upstairs in embarrassment, and heard Yun Hu asking behind him, "What do you think this realm should be called?" ”

Nandao stopped upstairs and thought for a while, and said, "What does Mr. think of stones?" ”

Yun Hu's eyes lit up, and he picked up the pen and wrote the word stone on the header.

"Thank you, I'll add you a second author for this book."

Yun Hu didn't know how to sort out the paper in his hand, lifted it up, and showed Nandao the possibility of the existence of the 'stone' realm and its trend when he attained enlightenment.

Nandao covered his face and left.

"You don't have to be so polite, sir."

"A must, a must."

Yun Hu didn't know how to say it downstairs.

Nandao sat down on the third floor listening to the wind platform, and the wind on the spring night brought a lot of chill, but it also made Nandao's embarrassing heat disappear a lot.

Yun Hu didn't know that he was walking out of the library with a large pile of books and papers and walking towards the small bamboo garden, and when he walked to the path, he looked back upstairs and saw Nandao sitting on the edge of the stage, and waved his hand quite happily.

Sir, it's so pure.

Nandao sat on the stage, reminiscing about Yun Hu Zhi's smile, but on the other hand, he suddenly remembered the story of Qing Xuanxu, the founder of the Hanging Courtyard, that day when Yun Hu didn't know what he told him.

Yes, pure people, noble people, people who are detached from low tastes.

Nandao sighed for a long time, feeling that he probably couldn't be such a person.

So there are some regrets.

"You, you."

Nanjima shook his head and stood up and walked towards the room.

Then I opened the door and saw the high cliff and the flat lake.

Nandao rubbed his eyes and looked back at the back, where there was still a listening platform. Nandao retreated backwards and stood on the platform in the dark of the night, behind the door there was still a high cliff and flowing water, a spring day.

Nandao hesitated a little, raised his leg and walked inside.

Walking into the cliff, the door behind him disappears.

The cliff remained unchanged, and the South Island continued to walk towards the trail as it had done the previous two times.

At the end, the flat lake is still the same, and the stone road on the lake is still there.

Nandao walked along the stone path while looking at himself in the lake.

The buds at the center of the eyebrows and the heart are still there, and there is no sign of opening, which makes Nandao's heart feel a lot more relaxed.

Walk through the stone path to the front of the town.

Nandao looked at the stele in amazement.

The stele is good, but the words at the top have changed.

It's not that I don't dare to speak up.

Instead, don't speak loudly.

Someone randomly crossed out the word 'dare' with a pen and changed it to 'don't'.

Who changed this, the townspeople, or?

Nandao looked at it for a moment, then looked up.

In an instant, there was already a lot of people.

The South Island follows the town's lanes and is crowded with people.

It seems to be just an ordinary human town.

Not far away, there were vendors, there were shouts, some people bargained, some people began to curse the street when they couldn't get along, and the children on the street pinched a penny and went to get the sugar gourds on the haystacks; On the street corner, a dog was trampled on its tail and ran past the South Island in a wailing; A plump woman walks and stops looking at the market with a baby in her arms, and a skinny child is squeezing and holding a scholar's money bag.

Nandao stood there stunned, not knowing what place it was.

After looking at it for a while, someone was pulling the corner of Nandao's clothes, and Nandao looked back and saw that it was a little girl with a basket of fresh strawberries in her hand.

"Would you like to buy some, big brother?"

Nandao politely refused, and the little girl continued to walk through the crowd with her basket in disappointment.

Nandao was still a little dazed, and walked forward with the flow of people.

After walking for a while, I saw the little girl again, a young man in green clothes squatting in front of her, looking at the strawberries, and then buying them all.

The little girl happily took the money and ran away.

The young man in the green dress smiled and carried a basket of strawberries, standing there and watching the little girl leave, as if he was very happy. Then he suddenly glanced back at Nandao, who was about to ask something, when he saw the boy make a boo gesture.

Don't speak loudly.

Nandao remembered the words on the stone tablet outside the town.

Still thinking about it, the young man in green clothes was already carrying strawberries and walking away while eating.

Nandao hurriedly followed, trying to catch up with the boy, but found that no matter how fast he ran, he would always be three feet away from the boy.

The boy just walked leisurely eating strawberries, and then stopped in front of the window of a wine shop, and someone opened the curtain to talk to him.

"Aren't you busy today?"

The young man shook his head with a slight smile and said, "Not busy." ”

"When will it get busy?"

"Soon."

......

While the two were still talking, Minamijima finally caught up and stopped in front of the boy, about to ask him where he was.

"Huh!"

An excited shout came from afar.

Nandao woke up and was still standing at the door of the listening platform's room.

It's late at night.

The mahjong on the first floor was rattling.

Nandao stood there for a while before he recovered, sighed, and walked downstairs, stopping on the stairs on the first floor to look down.

There were four girls sitting at the card table, playing cards in full swing.

The girl who was sitting in the direction of Nandao put a push of money in front of her, and her face was full of happy smiles.

As if sensing that the South Island was coming down, the girl looked up at the stairs and sighed.

The other three looked at her movements and asked strangely, "What's wrong?" ”

The girl lowered her head, shook her head and said, "It's nothing. ”