The spring rains in March naturally came.

It's like the intersection between teenagers.

Maybe it will change.

When Nandao returned, he was a little depressed, leaving his wheelchair outside the library and going upstairs. There were not many people in the library, and Chen He was lying on the counter writing something, as if he had forgotten to ask Nandao about his story.

Not long after sitting on the listening platform, the rain began to fall again.

Nandao sat on the edge of the stage with his legs stretched, although the posture was unsightly, but it was comfortable, mainly because his leg was broken, and he couldn't cross it if he wanted to.

So he crossed his legs like this, looking at the rain arrogantly.

The spring rain in the middle of the afternoon is beating on the bamboo forest, the buildings are full of trivial sounds, and on the road where many leaves have fallen, there are students holding books and running in a hurry.

Nandao watched the rain and waited for people.

He didn't actually believe that Beitai would be such a person.

So he used fifteen-year-old logic to deal with it.

Waiting for the wronged Bei Gongzi to come to him to make it clear.

But this is not a loving love story.

So the aggrieved Bei Gongzi had already pushed his four-wheeled cart and was discharged from the hospital to drink with resentment.

Nandao waited for a long time, so he closed his eyes and began to absorb vitality and cultivate sword intent.

He's been seeing mountains for a long time.

Compared with the speed of seeing the mountain in three days, the time of nearly ten days is long enough.

There are more and more streams in the sea of gods, and they have gradually converged into a mainstream, but they have not yet become a river.

It's like a leaf with many veins.

Still reborn.

Not yet mature.

Knowing water is naturally more than seeing a clear stream.

But it will definitely start with Mikei.

While thinking about the second realm of entering the Dao and knowing the water realm, Nandao felt a little troubled.

Mr. Ming Mingqiu said that my heaven and earth roots are very great.

Why is it that people with such a big root of heaven and earth are beaten every day and can't afford to do it.

Nandao felt that he must have been too tired in his practice.

So I stopped thinking about those miscellaneous things, and sat silently on the listening platform and practiced seriously.

......

Chen He lay on the back of the counter and finished the story of the South Island -

The young man sat on the alley wall with a sword on his back and an umbrella looking at the sky.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the world is like flow.

He waited for a long time, and finally heard footsteps from the other side of the alley.

So the boy jumped off the wall.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time......"

The boy didn't finish his words.

Because the other one in the alley is not a flower without joy.

It's a Taoist of Qingtian Dao.

The Taoist looked at Nandao with a slight smile: "It seems that I came at the wrong time." ”

"No, you came at the right time." The boy drew his sword, "I have sharpened my sword by the lake for a long time, and I have also sat on the stage and listened to the rain for a long time. ”

"And then?" The Taoist asked.

The young man looked at the smiling Taoist and said lightly, "But I haven't tried my sword yet, whether I can cut through the rain." But if you ask about the rain, you should ask people. ”

The young man stood in the twilight with his sword, and said in a calm voice: "The sword of murder is naturally the most suitable to ask people." ”

The Taoist stretched out a hand from his sleeve, pinched the trick in front of him, and sang the sermon in his mouth.

The young man then knew that the Taoist agreed to his question.

Sword, according to the twilight (crossed out).

The sword is black, like the color of a peach blossom burned in a fire.

The umbrella was black, like a canopy overflowing with hatred that came out of the night.

The sword pierced from under the umbrella.

The young man holding the sword smashed the stone slab with one foot, and stabbed the Taoist with a sword in the rising dust and smoke.

Good fast sword.

The Taoist squinted at the sword.

He had never seen a sword so fast in the world.

But the Taoist laughed, because in the world, only fast is far from enough.

The Daoist stretched out two fingers and easily grabbed the sword.

There was an incredible glint in the boy's eyes.

How could this sword be caught so easily?

He tried to draw his sword out, but was caught by the Taoist.

The Taoist raised his hand, and there were Taoist texts gathered in the palm of his hand, and he slapped the young man out with one palm.

"Bei Gongzi asked me to bring you a message."

The Taoist smiled and said, "What grade are you, and you are worthy of talking about a deal with me?" ”

The young man sat in the corner with his sword in his hand, and said to himself: "Thirty years of Hedong ....."

......

Chen He read it several times and felt very satisfied, so he took the paper and went to find Nandao, pushed open the door of the listening platform, and saw Nandao sitting there with his legs stretched out and practicing, surrounded by sword intent, and the ground on the side was already full of bamboo leaves that had been cut off by sword intent.

Nandao's appearance, Chen He is very satisfied.

I guessed it right.

Chinese New Year's Eve of Hedong and Hexi.

In all likelihood.

So I took the paper and ran back downstairs, and sat bored at the counter for a while, but I caught a glimpse of the wheelchair outside the door.

After struggling for a while, Chen He ran over, sat in a wheelchair, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Comfortable.

It's so comfortable.

Chen He lay lazily on it, leisurely watching the rain, but unconsciously fell asleep.

......

Nandao seemed to smell the fragrance of some flowers and plants, and there were some sounds in my ears, like the wind blowing the mountains, there were subtle insect chirps, and there were faint bird chirps, as if they came from far away.

Clearly did not open his eyes, but a picture seemed to appear in Nandao's mind.

The sea of flowers in the town, the big lake of clouds and mist, everything slowly disperses in the early morning.

Nandao opened his eyes, and sure enough, he appeared in this place called Heavenly Town.

The green-dressed young grass sat by the big lake by the cliff with a wine gourd in his arms, drinking wine leisurely.

"You don't seem to be doing well outside." The grass was clearly sitting with his back to Nandao, but when Nandao opened his eyes, he spoke just right.

It is not surprising that there are too many mysteries in this town, this boy, this heaven and earth that came out of nowhere.

Returning to what the grass said for Hotaru, Nandao thought for a moment and said, "I think it's okay. ”

Cao Wei Hotaru smiled, looked at the lake under his feet, and said, "Then why did you break your leg?" ”

Nandao looked down at his leg that had reached into the flowers, and said, "Because you can't beat him." ”

Grass nodded for Hotaru, feeling that it made sense.

So the two didn't speak for a long time, one was drinking, and the other was cultivating sword intent.

There was a sound of rustling in the distance, and a little girl walked out with a basket of mulberries, looked at Nandao, who was sitting in the sea of flowers, hesitated, and ran to the grass for fireflies.

"Brother Hotaru, this is the mulberry I just picked today, it's sweet and delicious."

The little girl crouched beside the grass and whispered.

Cao Weiyi put down the wine gourd, took one out of the basket, it was black, obviously ripe, pinched the stem and took a bite, and the corners of his lips were dripping with black and red juice.

So Cao Weiying was very satisfied and took out a large bag of money from his arms, grabbed a handful and handed it to the little girl, took the basket and began to eat one by one.

The little girl held the money and hopped back to the town.

Nandao watched from the sidelines as the grass turned into fireflies.

"She was the one who sold strawberries that day?"

Cao Weiying nodded, pushed the basket in his hand towards the sea of flowers, and said, "Do you want to eat some?" ”

Nandao shook his head and asked, "Where did all the stuff in the town come from?" ”

Cao Weiying was eating mulberries and said, "I don't know, I probably want to have it?" ”

"If you want to have, you will have, so what's the point?"

Cao Weiying smiled and said: "So we don't think about it a lot of the time, but learn slowly, and when she grows up, maybe she will learn to plant trees, and then there will be many fruit forests outside the town, and many things are like this, such as winemaking, such as farming, such as trading, so it will become more and more like the world." ”

Cao took a sip of wine for Hotaru, bought in the town, and home-brewed rice wine from the liquor store.

"But sometimes it's quite distressing, like they can't fight."

Nandao was a little strange and asked, "Why are you distressed if you can't fight?" ”

"If you don't fight, it's going to be noisy, because the final solution for the people in the town is either to scold or hide and sulk, and they can't imagine that I'm not happy anymore, and I can go and beat them. It's not good, it's either too noisy or too quiet. Grass sighed, "I've tried to teach them to fight before, but after teaching them, I found that I can't actually fight." ”

"Then you still said you want to teach me how to learn swords?" Minamijima asked, looking at the grass for Hotaru.

"To learn a sword is to learn a sword, and to fight is to fight." Grass thought for a moment and said, "For example, if you suddenly trample my mulberries and call me a dog, then I will definitely pounce, grab your collar, grab your hair, hammer your eyebrow bones, press you to the ground and beat your nose and face to the ground, and then smack and happily walk home on the road." ”

Nandao said thoughtfully, "So fighting is just pouring out troubles, but using a sword kills people." ”

"Will you fight?" Kusa asked as she looked at Nanjima.

Nanjima thought for a moment and said, "I'm not very good either." ”

"That's a shame." Grass for Hotaru said.

Nandao looked down at the sword on his knee and said, "Then how is your sword used?" ”

Grass thought for Hotaru and said, "I don't know, I don't have a sword." ”

"How can you say you can use a sword without a sword?"

Cao took a sip of wine and said, "Because when I'm drunk, I will be cranky, and sometimes when I dream, I will dream that I am there with a sword. ”

"What are you doing there with your sword?"

Grass tilted her head for Hotaru and thought for a long time, and said uncertainly, "Drinking there?" ”

South Island: "......"

"I really know how to use a sword." The grass is very sincere and looks back at the South Island.

Nandao lowered his head and stroked the peach blossom sword in his hand to himself.

The grass seemed to sigh for the firefly.

Nandao was looking up to comfort the grass for Hotaru, saying that it didn't matter if he didn't know the sword, there was no need to brag.

When I looked up, I froze there.

Heaven and earth.

The big lake under the cliff.

When the grass is a firefly, the sigh falls to the world.

Thousands of sword lights flew out of the cloudy lakes and verdant mountains, and circulated outside the entire mountain cliff town.

Grass took a sip of wine for Hotaru and said softly, "I really know how to swords." ”

Nandao said in a daze, "I believe it." ”