Nan Dao looked at the sword silently for a long time, and always felt that Fang Cai seemed to feel a trace of his sword intent seed, but that feeling only existed for a moment before disappearing.

Nandao didn't draw another sword, thinking carefully about Fang Cai's sword.

It doesn't seem to be any different.

What were you thinking when you took out that sword?

Nandao sat down on the path, crossed his sword knees, and thought in silence.

Fang Cai's mood at that moment seemed to be complicated, including the guilt of Mr. Mei's story yesterday, and the anger of seeing Hua Wuxi and Qiu Xi'er walk out side by side today.

It seems that there are many more, because of the intertwining of these emotions, the inner feelings.

What is that?

Nandao thought about it for a long time, but didn't figure it out, and looked at the Shenhai inside, and there was calm inside.

Tens of thousands of Ceres shards were absorbing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, feeding the sword intent and scrolls on that peach tree.

The Divine Sea was gradually filled with the vitality of heaven and earth, as if it was about to become a real sea.

But he couldn't borrow the power of that sea.

He didn't know how to do Taoism, and he didn't have his own sword intent.

And the sword intent held by the peach tree, Nandao was a little afraid to move.

So the sea is just the sea.

Can't get the sword to reason.

Nandao stood up in silence and drew his sword again, but that feeling never came again.

The realm of cultivation and the realm of sword intent complement each other.

These are the words of Qiu Xi'er that day.

Qiuxi'er is the main realm of Xiaodao Cliff.

Zhang Xiaoyu is a small road oblique bridge realm.

Then he is entering the Tao and seeing the mountains, and he is nothing at all.

Nan Dao sighed, looked at the sky, prepared to go to lunch, and walked out of the corridor with his sword, Qiu Xi'er was still reading the book, and Nan Dao did not speak, standing aside and looking at her quietly.

After reading for a long time, Qiu Xi'er kept looking at that page, Nan Dao felt a little strange, lowered his body and tilted his head to look, only to find that this Qiu Xi'er was sleeping quietly with his eyes closed.

Nandao looked at her in a daze.

This is the first time that Nandao has seen Qiu Xi'er not awake.

It was also the first time that I didn't look at this woman through that cold temperament.

Qiu Xi'er's eyebrows are very thin and curved, looking gentle and gentle, which is completely different from the impression she usually gives people, the eyelashes are very long, slightly curled upward, the tip of the nose is very small, the lips are thin, and they are slightly pursed when she sleeps.

If you just look at her face, it seems to be completely different from Qiu Xi'er's usual demeanor, but when Nandao's eyes fall on her green silk, it is a different flavor, and the hair mustache has no decoration, just a simple sword-shaped wooden hairpin coiled behind her head. For some reason, Nandao always felt a little chill when he looked at the wooden hairpin.

Could it really be a sword?

Nandao raised his hand, wanting to touch the hairpin, but the next moment he quickly withdrew his hand.

Qiu Xi'er looked at him quietly, her eyes clear and calm, and she seemed to have no emotion.

Nanjima took a wryling step back.

Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything, just stood up calmly, put away the scroll in her hand, and walked towards the corridor.

"Don't just touch the things of the Realm cultivators."

Qiu Xi'er's voice came calmly from the corridor.

Nandao looked at Qiu Xi'er, who was gradually walking away, and asked, "Why?" ”

Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "Because you will die a miserable death." ”

"Especially sword cultivators like us."

Qiu Xi'er added.

I don't know what is usual, I am reckless, I am fierce.

Nandao remembered the words of the man in white that day.

He seems to have died a lot.

......

After eating a few large bowls of rice in the Wenhuayuan cafeteria, Nandao came out and saw Zhang Xiaoyu and Li Die sitting under the tree.

Nan Dao walked over, looked at the two of them and asked curiously, "Did he really learn swords from you?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, glanced at Li Die, who was contemplative, and said, "Of course." ”

"Then is he a student of the Hanging Xue Academy, or a disciple of your Human Sword Sect?"

"Does it make a difference?" Zhang Xiaoyu said lazily, "Anyway, I'll teach you." ”

Nandao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's lazy appearance, and said helplessly: "I'm afraid that you will mislead people's children." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu snorted lightly and said: "What is misleading, I don't know how many people in the whole world want to worship under my Zhang Xiaoyu, and I don't want to accept it." ”

"What did you do? Teaching someone to play cards and lose a mess? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu leaned back on the tree and said, "It's small, the pattern is small." ”

“？”

"If you want to win, you must first learn to lose money, and learn to lose in order to win." Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the apricot blossoms on the top of his head, and there was a little red stamen among the white flowers. "People who can't afford to lose often can't win."

Nandao said sincerely: "I don't really understand. ”

"....." Zhang Xiaoyu was silent, "I forgot that you put the sky beard." ”

The two of them didn't dwell on it anymore.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the sword on Nandao's waist and said, "It seems that you still haven't cultivated sword intent." ”

Nandao was stunned and said, "Senior brother, can you see this?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "If you can cultivate sword intent, you will already carry the sword on your back." ”

Nandao scratched his head and said, "Is there a saying? ”

"People who can't resist the sword with sword intent, how can the sword be drawn behind him?"

“......”

"And the sword is behind him, and when his mind moves, he turns into a streamer and leaves, which is not much more handsome than a stupid sword drawing." Zhang Xiaoyu stood up, patted Nandao on the shoulder, and said, "Senior brother, you still have a long way to go in the way of sword cultivation!" ”

Then he carried the scabbard on his back and left in style.

Leaving Nandao and Li Die staring at each other.

"Do you think he's right?" Nandao looked at Li Die and asked.

Li Die nodded affirmatively and said, "Master is so right. ”

Nandao left speechless.

I didn't go to Jingsi Lake, I already went there this morning.

Nandao originally thought that Qiu Xi'er asked him to go to learn swords in the afternoon because he was not free in the morning.

But then I found out that she had a lot of free time and spent all day reading strange books by the lake.

The reason why I said afternoon is probably to set a time, so as not to disturb her tranquility all the time.

The South Island seems to have been disturbed a lot, though.

Back in the front yard of the Hanging Courtyard, Mr. Mei sat at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the alley in a daze.

Nandao watched in silence for a moment, then turned back to the library.

He was a little afraid to face Mr. May.

Chen He was reading biographical novels on the first floor, laughing from time to time.

Nandao leaned over and took a look, thinking it was very boring, talking about something that happened in the human world a thousand years ago, when the demon clan suddenly spawned on a large scale.

I glanced at the title of the book again, "The Legend of the Demon".

Nandao didn't bother Chen He, but he felt that the part he saw just now was obviously very heavy, but Chen He just smiled, which made people a little puzzled.

Nandao went to the third floor, and the door to the high cliff town was still not open.

So he sat down on the listening platform with his sword in his hand.

Close your eyes and sit quietly.

The South Island faintly felt a wind blowing around me.

But that's not the wind.

Rather, it is the vitality of heaven and earth gathered from all around.

Nandao felt the trajectory of those energies running through his body.

Out of the sea of God, also to the sea of God.

It's like blood circulating in the body.

Then, in the continuous cycle, absorbing the vitality of the outside world and constantly growing itself.

Lack of diligence.

But how?

Nandao fell into deep thought.

The classes in the courtyard were listened to intermittently, and Qiu Xi'er was also a gentleman who was dedicated to reading.

Teaching comes and goes, always the avenue.

Nandao finally understood why the five thousand words of the green cow were widely spread in the world, but the reason why the cultivation in the world still had to seek the major cultivation places.

The avenue is naturally born.

But how to use it is not.

Even as Mr. Mei said, the two thousand years of the Great Road are like a newborn in the face of the long history of the world.

But after all, generation after generation has groped their way out.

For example, sword cultivation.

From the retro Flowing Sword Sect of the Liuyun Sword Sect, to the sword intent of the Grinding Sword Cliff that is out of the body and resists thousands of miles, and then to the causal sword of the Human Sword Sect.

Always moving forward.

Or maybe it's more than just monasticism.

It's the same with the world.

When Emperor Li Asan of Huai'an lightning attacked Huangliang Kyoto, even a young man in a small town like Nandao had heard of it.

200,000 people carried the wings on their backs, jumped down from the Youhuang Mountain Range, and directly crossed Yunmeng Daze.

Since then, the Youhuang Mountains are no longer the way of Huangliang and Huai'an.

Nandao remembered what he saw in the Academy of Mathematics and Physics that day, the thing called Tianyanji.

What will become of the world in the future?

Nandao thought wildly.

Then there was some sorrow.

I don't know if I can live to what I thought that day, the day when the world sat on the heavenly machine and ran to the sky.

After thinking for a long time, Nandao shook his head and stopped thinking nonsense.

Gather a wisp of heaven and earth vitality at your fingertips.

Nandao looked at it and pondered.

How do you turn it into a Dao technique or sword intent?

Nandao remembered the gust of wind that day in the magnolia forest.

The wind around him was dragged by the wind at his fingertips, turning into a violent whirlwind, sweeping all the magnolia flowers that were wet by the rain.

Is it traction?

Nandao pondered for a moment, accelerating the speed of the vortex at his fingertips, trying to gather those heaven and earth vitality from the outside world.

However, it failed.

The vortex was shattered by the energy of the outside world.

Nandao felt like she had even heard a small 'pop' sound, like a blister bursting.

But perhaps more like a taunt from the avenue.

Nandao does not believe in evil, and once again gathers a vortex at his fingertips.

After a long time of repeated attempts, there is no doubt that they have failed.

Nandao looked at the one hundred and one shattered Yuan Qi vortex and was a little depressed.

was about to get up and practice the sword, but suddenly remembered what Qiu Xi'er said to him at the beginning.

Affinity, and.

Assimilation!

The South Island seems to understand something.

Looking at the vortex at his fingertips, Nandao did not pull the outside world anymore.

Instead, they chose to change the shape of the vortex.

There is a wind between heaven and earth.

Blowing bamboo leaves and falling onto the listening platform.

What kind of trajectory is that?

Nandao felt it while changing the vortex at his fingertips.

So the vortex dissipated.

A breeze appeared on the fingertips of the South Island.

Then, as if the breeze had dissipated, it was unpredictable.

Nandao opened his eyes and looked at the listening platform.

There was a wind on the platform, and many bamboo leaves flew in.

Rushing to the face.

Nandao thought about it, raised his hand and pointed to the forest, and his heart moved.

Say, go.

So the bamboo leaves flew away and fell into the bamboo forest.

Nandao withdrew his hand, looking at the wind of the last stream on his fingertips, his expression seemed calm, but in fact, his heart was already surging.

Today, the South Island has finally seen the wind in the mountains.

This is the ninth day.

The ninth day of initiation.

Nandao looked at the bamboo leaves that fell into the bamboo forest, and his heart moved.

Come, come.

The forest is full of wind.

Thousands of bamboo leaves rolled upside down.

Nandao's expression changed, and he hurriedly tilted the umbrella in his hand.

Dingding.....

Nandao dispersed the breeze at his fingertips, and stood by the wind listening platform with an umbrella, and a broken bamboo leaf fell in front of him.

Looking back behind him, the walls were covered with leaves.

Chen He opened the door, stretched out his head, and looked at Nandao suspiciously.

"What are you doing?"

Nandao put down his hand and said casually, "It's nothing. As he spoke, he looked at the bamboo forest outside the library and said softly, "It's just windy." ”

Chen He walked up suspiciously, and looked at the bamboo forest by the side of the stage, and the wind was blowing and it was very cold.

Chen He shrank back.

"It's really windy."

Chen He sighed and walked downstairs.

Nandao sat down on the listening platform and put her sword back on her lap.

You can use the wind to resist the bamboo leaves, so can you use the wind to resist the sword?

Nandao thought for a moment, drew his sword, and threw it into the air.

And then.

And then it fell.

Nandao helplessly leaned on the edge of the railing and looked down, and the sword was stuck in the dirt outside the library.

Fortunately, it didn't hit anyone.

Nandao turned and went downstairs to pick up his sword.

The scabbard left on the listening platform suddenly spread out with a mysterious meaning.

Many sermons appear and disappear in the sheath.

Then the word "horse" quietly became a horse.

Nandao picked up the sword and walked upstairs, not noticing the change in the wording of the scabbard in his hand, and returned the sword to the sheath, and studied the breeze again.

......

Zhang Xiaoyu sat at the table by the window on the second floor of the card hall.

The cards in his hand were touched and touched, sighed, and played.

Then the opponent put a bunch of cards and stretched out his hand to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu touched and touched in his arms, but only touched the money that Li Qinghua gave him, and after a little silence, Zhang Xiaoyu stood up and said, "I lost it all, let's give it next time." ”

The man didn't think too much about it, and nodded that it was okay.

Zhang Xiaoyu got up and walked to the window.

I don't know when the windows were blown open.

The cold wind of the spring evening kept blowing on the face under the setting sun.

The wind is indeed rising.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought so.

Where does the wind blow?

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the long street outside the building and fell into deep thought.