After Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, he told Li Die that if he really wanted to learn, he would ask his father Li Taimei to come to him. Li Die nodded as if he didn't understand.

Then Mr. Xie came over and took Li Die away.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood under the tree, Li Die took Mr. Xie's hand, looked back at him as he walked, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't speak, his face looked a little heavy, until Nandao pushed him, Zhang Xiaoyu reacted, looked at Nandao and said, "What's wrong with junior brother?" ”

Nandao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a strange expression and said, "Senior brother seems to have a secret. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed, patted Nandao's shoulder, and said, "Senior brother, don't think nonsense, haha." ”

Nandao didn't want to say much when he saw Zhang Xiaoyu, and he didn't ask.

But Nandao asked another question.

"Where's your sword, senior brother?"

Zhang Xiaoyu subconsciously glanced back at his sword, was silent for a while, looked at Nan Dao and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask about this." ”

"I saw the first explanation of the causal sword written by the sect master of Cong Blade in the library earlier, which mentioned that the most significant feature of the causal sword killing is that the sword of the sword master has disappeared into the current world." Nandao said while thinking about it, "Senior Brother's sword seems to have been seen for a long time. ”

Saying that, Nandao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu suspiciously and said, "Senior brother is killing people?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "Yes, Master asked me to kill someone. ”

Nandao said thoughtfully, "I see. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu walked out of the pulpit, looked up at the apricot blossoms on the tree, and said, "Aren't you curious about who you want to kill?" ”

Nan Dao said with a smile: "Everyone in the world says that the Sect Master of the Cong Blade is looking at the stability of the world, and the person who wants to kill must not be a good person. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and chuckled.

"Surely he is not a good person, junior brother?"

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "If it's someone who should be killed, then it's okay to kill it." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped by the stream, looked down at the flowing water in the stream, and said softly, "What if it shouldn't be killed?" ”

Nandao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu for a long time and said, "I can see that Senior Brother is a good person. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say any more, looking at himself by the stream and smiling.

Zhang Xiaoyu is certainly a good person.

Absolutely good guy.

It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoyu has two masters.

Nandao naturally didn't know what Zhang Xiaoyu was thinking when he was standing by the stream, he remembered the sword intent seed that he hadn't found yet, walked over, pulled out his sword, and asked, "How did Senior Brother's sword intent come out?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was startled by Nandao's sword drawing at the beginning, and when he heard the question later, he knew that there was a false alarm, tilted his head and thought for a long time, and said: "I don't remember much, it was many years ago." ”

"How many years has Senior Brother been practicing?"

"I'm ashamed, I've been cultivating for more than ten years."

"But I saw that my senior brother's tone didn't mean to be ashamed at all."

"Hahahaha."

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and patted Nandao's shoulder and said, "If you can't find your own sword intent seed, go find someone you don't like very well, when you are angry, the sword intent seed will come to you." ”

"That's how Senior Brother's sword intent came from?"

Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew his hand from Nandao's shoulder, and walked towards the apricot blossom path without looking back.

"Yes."

Nandao stood there thoughtfully.

In the afternoon, Nandao went to Jingsi Lake as usual, practicing wearing flowers while thinking about how to find the sword intent seed.

Qiu Xi'er didn't bother him, so she read the book next to her.

Nandao practiced for a long time, but he was a little depressed, and sat by the lake with his sword in his arms.

"What are you thinking?"

Qiu Xi'er walked over with a book in her hand and stopped beside Nandao.

"I really can't seem to find where my sword intent went."

Nandao sat with a sigh, facing the sunset over a lake, a little depressed.

"There are variables in the Great Dao, and there will also be luck in cultivation." Qiu Xi'er said calmly, "If you really can't find it, you can look for it slowly in the future." ”

"But sir." Nan Dao raised his head, looked at the woman in the white dress beside him, and said softly, "You will leave the day after tomorrow." ”

"Yes, but you're thinking too much about monasticism. Seeing the mountain in three days means that your heaven and earth roots are indeed very large, and everything is like a matter of course, just waiting for your mind to be reached, but if you want to see the avenue, it is far from enough to just have the roots of heaven and earth. ”

"What else is needed?"

"When the sergeant heard this, he acted diligently."

Qiu Xi'er looked at the twilight on the horizon and said softly, "Even if you really easily cross the threshold that many people can't reach, I also hope that you will remember that if you are diligent, the Sword Grinding Cliff will not wait too long." ”

Grinding Sword Cliff won't wait long?

What does this mean?

Nandao didn't understand, but Qiu Xi'er didn't give him a chance to ask, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and left Jingsi Lake.

......

Nandao wanted to go back to the library, but remembered that it was rare for Mr. Mei to come back today, so he turned back to the gatehouse, and when he walked there, he happened to see Chen He holding Xiao Li Die and walking out of the alley.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm.... Sugar gourd! ”

"No problem!"

Nan Dao looked at the backs of the two of them walking out of the alley, and inexplicably felt that Chen He was the richest person in the world.

Because he's idle.

And very generous.

Glancing into the gatehouse, Mr. Mei was not there, Nan Dao wondered if Mr. Mei should go to Zhang Xiaoyu, and saw Zhang Xiaoyu walking out of the Tanchun Garden on the right with the scabbard on his back.

"Mr. Mei is looking for you?"

Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked.

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded, a little hesitant, as if he wanted to say something, for a long time, sighed, and patted Nandao's shoulder.

"Senior brother, I have been calculated."

"Mr. May?"

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer, sighed and walked out.

Nandao was a little puzzled, and then walked towards Tanchun Garden.

I thought that Mr. Mei would be laughing inside, but when Nandao saw him, Mr. Mei was standing silently in the plum forest.

The garden is full of plum blossoms like blood.

"Mr. Mei doesn't seem to be happy today."

Seeing this scene, Nandao also felt something abnormal, and walked over and stopped beside Mr. Mei.

Mr. Mei glanced back at Nandao, showed a very reluctant smile, said nothing, raised his hand to pick a plum blossom, held it in his hand, and walked towards the pool.

Nandao followed curiously.

There was a pot of wine by the pool, and Mr. May walked there, sat down cross-legged, and turned the plum blossom in his hand with his head down.

A pool of moonlight is like snow.

Nandao sat on the side, looked at the two wine glasses placed there, poured two glasses, handed one to Mr. Mei, and picked up the one himself.

Mr. Mei took the wine and drank it in small sips, and drank more than ten sips, but the wine in the small glass was only half missing.

Nandao was curious about Mr. Mei's strange behavior, but saw Mr. Mei, who had been silent for a long time, turn his head.

I was already in tears.

It turned out that the wine glass was no longer a drink.

"Mr. Mei, what's wrong with you?"

Nandao remembered what Mr. Mei said when he left on the afternoon of the seventh day of the third month - to go back to take care of his wife who was snowing heavily and cold.

He seemed to understand something, but he wasn't sure, so he just asked Mr. Mei tentatively.

"Why do you say that when you are drenched in snow, there will be no people?"

Mr. Mei raised his hand to wipe his tears, and he couldn't stop crying.

Nandao sat there in silence, not knowing how to comfort him for a moment, so he didn't say anything, just kept pouring wine for Mr. May.

Then he suddenly remembered something and looked at Mr. Mei in a daze.

Showered with snow, people are gone.

This March, there was only one snowfall, and it was the night of the sixth day of the first month of March.

Thinking of this, Nandao almost didn't hold the wine glass in his hand.

Was it my problem?

Nandao thought in a panic, but asked Mr. Mei with a glimmer of hope.

"Madame ...... after getting drenched in snow"

Mr. Mei wiped his tears and said nothing, just nodded sadly.

Nandao trembled, unconsciously uttered a 'heh' syllable, and then felt as if something had spilled down in the moonlight and pierced his heart.

Mr. Mei didn't notice the abnormality of Nandao, drank wine, looked at the lonely plum in his hand, and wept in a daze.

"Mr. May......"

It took Nandao for a long time, and finally relented, looking at Mr. Mei with a panicked expression, but after saying the three words 'Mr. Mei', he couldn't say anything.

What do you want to say?

Nandao felt a voice in her heart asking.

Do you confide in your honest sins in exchange for painful forgiveness?

Mr. Mei turned his head, Nandao restrained his emotions, didn't say anything, poured a glass of wine, and handed it over.

So someone drank alcohol.

Someone drinks sin.

Some people are full of wind and snow, and they see that the world is empty.

Someone has cut themselves apart and struggled to fall.

Mr. Mei drank a pot of wine until midnight.

The South Island seems to have been covered with snow again.

The two never communicated again.

Mr. Mei can understand Nandao's young panic, or maybe he feels that he is very cruel to confide such a story to this young man, and patted Nandao on the shoulder very guiltily before leaving, and is also very grateful that Nandao can accompany him to drink this night wine.

Minamijima stood under the Moon Gate, facing Mr. Mei's guilt.

I just feel ashamed of myself.

So he spoke again.

"Mr. May."

Mr. Mei had wiped away his tears and looked back at Nandao, his expression still sad.

Nandao finally failed to tell the truth.

Just asked, "Your son, does Li Die know?" ”

Mr. Mei shook his head and said, "He doesn't know, I just said that his mother had a quarrel with me, and he thought I was useless and went back to my parents' house." ”

Mr. Mei said, but he laughed, and his eyes were still a little moonlight like snow.

"So I brought him here."

"When he enters the Tao and starts to practice, he will forget a lot of things."

"The most ruthless in the world, of course, is still the cultivator."

Mr. Mei said softly, turned around and walked out of the Hanging Courtyard.

Nandao stood there silently, then turned around and walked along the bamboo forest path towards the Hanging Courtyard.

After walking for a long time, he stopped at those small bridges and flowing waters, looked at it silently for a long time, and then raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

And then it got out of hand.

The more those tears were wiped, the more they were wiped.

So the boy wailed and cried.

In the night of the bamboo forest, there is a figure standing under the heavy shadows of the bamboo, looking quietly over there.

He heard the cries.

So he also felt very sad.

Turned around and disappeared into the bamboo forest.