The windy calendar of the year 1003, March 17, rain.

There seem to be many undercurrents surging in the world.

But this is something that has nothing to do with the South Island.

After Mr. May returned, the cleaning of the yard was no longer done by the South Island.

Therefore, after Nandao got up early in the morning, he practiced at Tingfengtai.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the Divine Sea is already much richer than the day when he first entered the Dao, and streams have gradually appeared on the vast Divine Sea Land, which is constantly liquefiing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

Yesterday's words with those students of Qingniu Academy made Nandao truly realize how big his heaven and earth roots are.

Others are still feeling the gas.

He had already directly jumped over the three major pseudo-realms, and even had already seen the mountains and walked on the road to the water realm.

Nandao was now immersed in his own sea of gods. The two cultivated sword intents were soaked in the stream. The sword lying horizontally on his knee faintly exuded a faint sword aura, which seemed to be in harmony with that sword intent.

Since the five thousand words of the green cow entered the body, the sword intent that shattered his own grain god was settled. It seemed to be dormant again, but the South Island never understood what it was trying to do.

But his own god of grains is still the same, but it has become countless tiny whirlpools.

Nandao looked at the countless cyclones suspended overhead like floating islands, and wondered if this was a blessing in disguise.

After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and washed his sword intent in the stream of vitality.

Of course, practice is a very boring thing.

Nandao thought so.

Doing what I did over and over again.

and then birth, old age, sickness and death like ordinary people.

Immortality.

Nandao didn't know that crazy idea to Yunhu.

Will the future practice really be long-lived?

The South Island doesn't know.

He is a man of the present and does not know what will happen in the future.

......

The spring rain stopped after a morning, and the fresh and moist earthy smell of the bamboo forest blew into the building.

Nandao opened his eyes, glanced at the blue-black peach blossom sword on his lap, and then carried it behind him.

The sword that Qiu Xi'er asked him to practice, Nandao's progress was still slow.

There is not much difference between wearing one and wearing two.

But wearing 10 and 20 is a huge leap.

More than tenfold.

Because there will not be such a high density of fallen flowers in the magnolia forest of Jingsi Lake.

The sword of the South Island can't really do that fast, either.

The reason for this may be that Nandao is not so familiar with his own body.

His path of cultivation has gone too smoothly.

It's as if someone has paved the way for him.

If you go all the way, you can easily reach the end.

But that's not good.

Nandao stood on the listening platform, thinking about the disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect that he met in the alley that day.

In fact, after thinking about it carefully, Nandao found that the person's realm was not necessarily much higher than his own.

However, they were also in the Dao realm, if it weren't for Nandao's sword intent being forced out at that time, which made him distracted for a moment, Nandao might not be able to kill him.

The slower you walk, the longer you stay, the more familiar you may be with your own path.

But this is something that does not belong to the current spiritual world.

People live for a hundred years, and so does the cultivation world.

In the same time, it is natural that whoever goes higher and farther will be more powerful.

For example, Sword Saint Tsing Yi.

It is said that the Sword Master has never shot a sword out of the world in his life.

But he's just invincible.

Others enter the Tao in one year, he goes directly to the Tao in one year, and then he is invincible in the world.

You practice faster than others, and you can smash people to death with your fists.

Nandao thought that if he would wait for the future to go far enough, he would come back directly and smash Hua Wuxi with his fist?

The idea was soon abandoned.

Not to mention whether he can live that long.

That alone is not enough to relieve anger.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

But I'm a teenager.

I should solve this matter straightforwardly, just like I liked Qiu Xi'er at the beginning.

Nandao held an umbrella and thought for a long time on the listening platform, and then walked downstairs.

Yes, that's how it should be.

Chen He is still downstairs reading biographical novels.

He seems to be reading books every day in addition to sleeping.

Chen He raised his eyes and looked at Nandao, thinking that he was going to eat in the canteen of Wenhua Academy, so he said casually: "Bring me one back to eat." ”

Nan Dao looked at him, thought for a moment and said, "Do you want a head or limbs?" ”

Chen He was stunned for a moment, he understood what Nandao was going to do, looked at him and said, "So fast? ”

After all, it was a decision made yesterday, and Chen He thought that Nandao would have to brew more emotions.

Nan Dao sighed and said, "No, no, if I die before him, when I float in the River Styx, I will have to give myself two slaps." ”

Chen He didn't say anything, looked at Nandao for a while, and said, "After you come back, remember to tell me how to kill it, and I can help you write it down." ”

Minamijima nodded and walked out.

Chen He picked up the biographical novel and re-read it.

......

Nandao stood at the gate of the Hanging Temple, walked to the wall, broke off a green vine, stood at the door, and inserted it inside. Then I thought about it, and felt that it was inappropriate, so I took it down again, folded it into two sections, and inserted one on one side.

Glancing back at the gate of the Hanging Courtyard, Nandao walked out of the alley.

Not long after Nandao left the alley, a figure walked over, looked at the green vines in the two bamboo incense sticks, raised his hand to take it off, wiped off the incense ash on it, put it in his mouth, and walked out very leisurely.

It is the North Terrace.

"Looks like you're really in a hurry."

Beitai said to himself, and also left the alley.

After a rain in the alley, the trampled moss grew again.

.......

Nandao walked on the long street of Nanyi City, and came to Nanyi City for more than ten days, and Nandao has never visited this thousand-year-old city like this in the daytime.

After walking on the street for a while, Nandao remembered the things he had discussed with Chen He before.

Looking at the wine shop on the side, he hesitated a little, thinking that he really wanted to do this?

Wouldn't it be too pretty?

Standing there and hesitating for a while, Nandao walked in anyway.

It's not that Chen He's proposal is too tempting, but it's really early now, and it's the same if you drink some wine and go again.

Nandao persuaded himself, walked into the wine shop, went to the second floor, sat by the window, asked for a pot of wine, slapped his sword on the table, looked like no one was close, and looked out the window and drank wine.

After sitting for a while, Nandao found that there was a huge loophole in Chen He's idea.

In front of Hengjian, drinking at the window, he pretended to be very handsome.

But not for the South Island.

Nandao looked up at the black umbrella in his hand, thinking that if this umbrella was replaced with a hat, it would be a lore.

The young Jianxiu wore a hat on his head, entered the restaurant after the rain, asked for a pot of wine, drank it until the afternoon, and then went to kill, which was very picturesque.

But if it was a young man, Jian Xiu was holding a black umbrella and sitting there drinking.

It's weird.

Nandao felt that he should go to the river, with a pot of wine, standing in the rain with an umbrella, drinking and watching the long river.

But now that the rain has stopped, how embarrassing it is.

When Nandao left the wine shop in a hurry with an umbrella and a pot of wine, he suddenly remembered Zhang Xiaoyu's words.

There is still a lot to learn about the way of pretending to be a cultivator.

Indeed it is.

This is true of the South Island.

It's a pity that I don't know where Zhang Xiaoyu is now, otherwise I can ask for advice.

......

"When a teenager acts, he is naturally reckless and does not think about the consequences." Someone stopped the north platform in an alley in the south of the city. "But you're different, you have too much eyes on you."

Beitai sneered and looked at the person in front of him. "You've put up with it for a thousand years, and it's useful?"

"Living is the most useful, if I don't bear it, I won't have you today."

The man said calmly, turning his shoulders high and lower, and it seemed that his legs and feet were not very good.

"Remember, people in Huaidu have been watching us. Even the people of Qingtian Dao have to give face to that person, so why don't we give more? ”

Beitai looked at his father, the current city lord of Nanyi City, and the world generally added him to the lame north.

"Nandao was curious as to why I had to nibble a piece of the bowl when I had a hot soup. also asked me what kind of family background would raise a son like me. ”

Beitai raised his head and looked at him quietly.

"Because I'm upset, that's it."

"If the heart is not right, then endure it. Huaidu is powerful, why bother with a momentary ability? You yourself know that the North Witch Road is just a road, and if you can't enter the South Yi City, you can't set off any storms......"

"But I'm not happy, and I'm not happy." Kitatai interrupted him. "If Nandao is not happy, I have to wear flowers, and if I am not happy, I have to help him wear flowers."

Bei Yuan, the city lord of Nanyi City, looked at his son calmly.

"Are you really going?"

"I'm really going."

Beiyuan was silent for a moment, limping out of the wayway.

Beitai walked over.

Then he heard his father say from behind him, "Break his leg." ”

Someone hesitantly walked up from behind, but Beitai did not stop, and still walked forward on his own.

Then he heard the man behind him whisper, "Offended, young master." ”

Beitai did not look back or stop.

So a stick smashed into his calf.

Beitai stumbled, leaned against the wall, did not fall, and endured the pain and walked out.

So the second stick came over.

Beitai only felt a sharp pain in his leg, and then fell forward uncontrollably.

"I can understand your fifteen years old." Beiyuan said calmly behind him. "My leg was also broken at the age of fifteen."

People from the North family are always prone to break a leg at the age of fifteen.

Beitai gritted his teeth, grabbed the stone slab of the alley with his hands, and moved forward.

Nothing was said.

"Grief and anger can be a strength." Beiyuan turned and walked towards the other end of the alley.

"But stupidity isn't."

Beitai lay in the alley, raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes because of the pain, and then stood up little by little against the wall.

Enduring the pain, he walked out of the alley.

In this short journey, Beitai has walked for a long time.

There seems to be a dim yellow color on the horizon.

Beitai looked out of the alley, and before he could laugh, he fell silent.

Bai He stood there quietly, his hands crossed in front of his abdomen.

She seems to have always been so quiet.

It is also gentle and gentle.

So when she said that, she was also gentle.

"Go back with me."

Behind the gentleness is the strength that cannot be refused.

Beitai let go of his hand and leaned against the wall, tears still in the corners of his eyes, but he had calmed down.

"Whatever."

Beitai said.

So Bei Gongzi missed the appointment today.

Of course, you can't just think about everything.