Sunset Lane Wall.

Nandao sat at the head of the wall with his sword in his hand, holding a jug of wine in his hand, and drank it facing west.

He finally adopted Chen He's suggestion, although he was very second-class, he was really handsome.

The young sword cultivator stood on the wall with an umbrella and a sword, drinking wine and waiting for the sunset, and then killing people.

In the original plan, there was no such thing as drinking.

But Nandao noticed that his hands were shaking a little as he sat at the entrance of the alley and waited.

So he brought a pot of wine, which was the most pleasant when he was slightly drunk.

Taking a sip of wine, Nandao looked up to the west.

The twilight is brilliant, and the alleys are full of glow.

But the person he was waiting for had not yet come.

He didn't know when Beitai would ask Hua Wuxi to come out, but it shouldn't be too early to think about it.

So Nandao glanced at the twilight, lowered his head again, and sat there with his sword in his hand.

It's still early, so sometimes people pass by.

For example, there was a middle-aged man who walked with vegetables bought from a nearby market and looked at the South Island.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

The man probably thought that the young man was a little unlucky, so he didn't ask anything more and left the alley directly.

Nan Dao felt that Chen He must have liked this simple conversation.

Because it's very charming and fun.

Nandao closed his eyes and began to rehearse the assassination that would happen next.

He has two sword intents.

One can fall on the peach blossom.

One can land on a black umbrella.

If the sunset hadn't completely sunk into the valley when Hua Wuxi came, then he would definitely run.

The South Island enters the road and sees the mountains, the road is light, and you can step on the twilight alley wall to chase it. Then jumped down directly, first pumped him in the face with an umbrella, pumped into the corner, and then pulled out the sword, stabbed the center with a sword, and the rest of the story was handed over to Bei Gongzi to finish.

It would be better if Hua Wuxi didn't see herself.

Just like Chen He described, first say hello, then jump down from the wall and stab him to death with a sword.

Comfortable and pleasant.

Thinking like this, Nandao felt that the clouds in the distance were a little more gorgeous.

What about after killing Hua Wuxi?

With the completion of the North Prince, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Nandao goes back and tells Chen He today's story, and then he will start writing this story, telling how the boy takes revenge, and then becomes a ...... step by step

Become what?

Nandao stopped thinking of this.

What will you become in the future?

Become a famous sword cultivator in the world.

Then go up to the sword cliff and marry Qiu Xi'er.

Nandao thought so.

I laughed unconsciously.

Looking at the other end of the alley, there is a long river in the west of the city.

It was there the day before yesterday that Nandao pushed the disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect into the river.

There is a road along the river, and it is very quiet to walk against the wall.

Thinking of this, Nandao suddenly had some doubts.

Will Hua Wuxi really come from here?

Bei Gongzi shouldn't deceive people.

Nanjima thought so, dispelling his doubts.

I looked down at the flask and saw that there was not much wine left.

I've only been in the hanging courtyard for more than ten days, and I haven't received my salary, and I don't know if I can get it, after all, it seems that I haven't swept the ground for a few days.

Why don't you go back and sweep the lights yourself?

Otherwise, it will be like Zhang Xiaoyu said, it is really distressing to have no money.

The South Island sat bored at the head of the wall and waited.

The twilight sank little by little.

Sitting on the wall, you can already see that some of the long streets have begun to be lit upstairs.

The alternation of day and night should be instantaneous.

But the wait was a long one.

It's like killing someone.

The sword stabbed into the throat was only a matter of moments.

But before that, it's a long thing.

Nandao waited and waited and began to sigh.

Then I remembered that when I first came to Nanyi City, I should just want to live.

But this problem has not been solved.

Suddenly fell into such a terrible thing.

Nandao kept drinking, thinking about Chen He who was reading, Yun Hu who was writing books, and Zhang Xiaoyu who was playing cards.

They're so happy.

Mr. Mei was also happy before.

Nandao didn't think about it anymore when he thought of this.

The night fell.

The alley grew dark.

When the South Island looked up, it was already a night dome.

The moon is not full, and the starlight is sparse.

It's not as bright as the world.

The lights of the tall buildings in the distance were lit up, as if they were on fire, and they stretched far away.

At night, the wind blows the clothes of the South Island, and it is a little chilly. There was a lot of noise in the wind, people were stopping to talk, they were playing, they were bargaining, they were indignantly scolding the streets.

Nandao looked at it for a long time, and then looked at the other side of the alley.

Hua Wuxi still did not appear.

Could it be that he became suspicious of Beitai and didn't come?

Nandao sat on the alley wall with his sword in his arms, frowning and thinking.

Waiting before killing is a hard thing to do.

Especially when you don't know if the person you're going to kill will come.

Nandao waited in silence on the alley wall.

Until late at night, Hua Wuxi hadn't come yet.

So Nandao knew he wouldn't be here today.

Feeling like a clown, Minamijima threw the flask down, then jumped down and trampled it to pieces.

A man came to the alley.

He is a Taoist.

The clothes fluttered slowly in the cold wind of the night.

Nandao looked away from the smashed flask, glanced at the Taoist, pressed the scabbard against the bluestone slab, and grasped the hilt.

The Taoist walked slowly towards Nandao, then stopped in front of Nandao, and said expressionlessly, "Hello." ”

When Nan Dao heard these two words, his expression changed suddenly, and he pulled out his sword with a bang.

The Taoist didn't move, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have some mocking arcs.

Nandao looked at him vigilantly and said, "Who are you?" ”

"Qingtian Dao Dogwood." The Taoist said calmly. "Come and break your legs."

If it was in the past, Nandao didn't know what Qingtian Dao's position was in Nanyi City, but now it is clear that Qingtian Dao is very close to the North Family.

So Beitai played himself?

Nandao retreated with an umbrella.

Daoist Jiang Zhuyu calmly watched Nandao's retreat.

Raise your hand, full of laneway wind.

Many sermons emerge from the stone slabs at the foot of the South Island.

Then it turned into golden chains, and Nandao took the sword and slashed at those chains with sword intent.

The chains are very fragile and break when they are split, but the wind in the alley is endless, and even if one is cut off in the South Island, another one is born.

Taoist Jiang Zhuyu looked at Nandao calmly, he had already attained enlightenment three years ago, and in the face of Nandao, he naturally had the qualifications to calm and relax.

"I'll just break your legs." Jiang Zhuyu said softly, "Don't have more." ”

Nandao stopped, stood under the umbrella, looked at Jiang Zhuyu, but said sarcastically, "Then how about you let me stab a sword?" It's too much, don't. ”

"That's not going to work." Jiang Zhuyu shook her head. "Those of you who use swords, you are neither light nor heavy."

"Do you know what to do?"

"We can tell."

As she spoke, Dogwood pulled out a large stick from behind her back and walked towards the South Island.

There was still some blood on the stick.

Jiang Zhuyu looked at the dried blood stains on the stick, thinking about what Beiyuan had said to him before he came.

Beitai's leg can't be broken in vain, can it?

Then he stopped in front of Nandao and said politely, "Please stretch out your leg." ”

Nandao didn't cut those Taoist chains again, looked at Jiang Zhuyu and said, "What if I don't? ”

Jiang Zhuyu said expressionlessly: "Then I have to do it myself." ”

Nandao held the black umbrella in his hand, the umbrella that had been praised by Qiu Xi'er for his good sword, and threw it around, and countless chains broke in response.

But the wind is stronger in the alley.

Countless stone slabs were blown up, turning into a tall wall and blocking the way out of the alley.

Jiang Zhuyu held the big stick in her hand and walked unhurriedly towards the South Island that was parked in front of the wall.

Nandao turned and stabbed with a sword.

Soon the sword.

But someone's stick is faster.

Before Nandao's sword could be stabbed in front of him, it was smashed into the sword by a stick, and it flew directly out of Nandao's hand.

Enlightenment and entry into the Tao, naturally it is a casual fight.

Just like Nandao thought before, you can smash it with your fists.

Not to mention that he still has a stick in his hand.

Nandao turned around and crawled towards the stone slab wall, Jiang Zhuyu stood in the middle of the alley, swept the stick in his hand, tried the strength, and then smashed it out.

Nandao was smashed down directly, but he didn't say a word, continued to climb the wall, and was about to climb over.

Jiang Zhuyu looked at it below and sighed: "It's really like." ”

Then he raised his hand, and another stick was thrown out.

Nandao convulsed in pain, let go of his hand and fell.

Jiang Zhuyu squatted down in front of Nandao and said lightly: "Look, I said, only one leg was broken, and our Daomen people have always kept their promises. ”

Nandao breathed heavily, and a red oozed from his knees.

The bones have been broken.

Jiang Zhuyu stood up and glanced at the bluestone slab wall, so the wind dispersed, the stone slab fell to the ground again, Jiang Zhuyu walked towards the outside of the alley, and said calmly: "The country people should have the appearance of the country people, and the water in Nanyi City, don't stir it at will." ”

Before the words fell, Jiang Zhuyu stopped, and there was a fierce sword wind behind him.

turned his head, turned around, grabbed the empty Nandao shirt, and threw it to the wall.

Everything is only in a moment.

Jiang Zhuyu looked at Nandao, who was sitting in the corner, and said softly: "Look, I also let you stab a sword." ”

"This sword doesn't count."

Nandao coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked at Jiang Zhuyu and said.

"It's your problem that you didn't get a stab, not mine." Jiang Zhuyu calmly walked out of the alley.

Nandao looked at the back of Jiang Zhuyu leaving in the alley, and asked after a long silence.

"Beitai called you?"

Jiang Zhuyu paused.

"Yes."

Then he walked out of the alley.

Nandao sat in the alley for a long time, coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and then felt more comfortable in his chest and lungs, stood up against the wall, limped over and picked up the scabbard, put the sword into the sheath, and then walked towards the other end of the alley.

The starlight outside the alley flickered, and the lights in the distance were brilliant at night.

Nandao stood at the entrance of the alley and leaned against the wall and watched.

I feel very sad.

For the first time in his life, he acted with youthful spirit.

It ended in such a hurry and embarrassment at the mouth of this lonely alley.