Great Wind Calendar One Thousand and Three Years, March, XIX.

Heavy rain on earth.

When Nandao woke up in the morning, he was stunned for a long time.

Today is the third day that Qiu Xi'er has left the Hanging Courtyard.

I don't know if it's raining in the East China Sea.

Nandao sat on the listening platform and thought about it casually, always feeling a little sad.

I don't know where this sorrow comes from.

Nandao thought for a long time, limped downstairs and got some paper and pencils, today Chen He did not come, yesterday Nandao finished cultivating the sword intent, and found that Chen He didn't know where to run, and he didn't come back until the evening, and the little four-wheeled vehicle was gone.

Is it really that fun?

Nandao thought about it for a long time, but still didn't understand it, so he took a pen and paper and walked to the listening platform.

Something should be written to her.

Thinking so, Nandao picked up the brush and licked it on his tongue, and then began to write-

Mr.

After writing these two words, Nandao didn't know what to write.

Write about the sword you sharpened all night, wanted to get revenge, and then someone picked up a stick and broke your leg?

No, it's too humiliating.

Write that you got another sword?

Will the gentleman be jealous?

After all, the peach blossom sword was given by her.

I still see the mountain realm, but the vitality stream in the Shenhai is much richer, and it seems that there is no need to write.

Nandao sat there with a pen in his hand, a little worried.

What to write?

Nandao wants to write something nice like those talented scholars.

But he didn't read a few books.

After sitting on the listening platform for a long time, Nandao finally wrote a sentence.

Sir, I'm in love with you.

After writing it, Nandao looked at this sentence with some confusion.

Is the word 'think' misspelled?

Nandao scratched his head.

That's how it should be, there's nothing wrong with that.

Nandao put down the pen, pressed the paper with the peach blossom sword, and turned around carefully, lying on the guardrail, watching the heavy rain.

The spring rain came and pounded on the bamboo leaves of the forest, and there were many fine water vapor splashing up, and the same was true on the road, which looked hazy.

Nan Dao looked at it for a while, turned around, sat on the edge of the platform with his legs stretched, there was some rain on the guardrail, Nan Dao sat down in it again, then took the piece of paper, and continued to write-

Sir, if I don't die, remember to wait for me.

Nandao finished writing this sentence and read it several times, there should be no typo, but it was ugly, so he dried the paper, folded it and put it in his arms.

I don't know if there is a postman in Nanyi City who can deliver to the East China Sea.

Nandao thought about it and was a little worried.

After all, I don't have much money, and the East China Sea is so far away, so I don't know how much money to charge.

It's a beautiful spring, but it's a pity that there is a lack of money!

Nandao sighed, and suddenly understood Zhang Xiaoyu's pain.

......

Zhang Xiaoyu is very busy.

It's not just about playing cards.

Yesterday, he was pulled by Chen He to be a coolie, so he learned a lesson, and after teaching the sword, he went directly out of the hanging courtyard, found a random store outside and sat down, and began to sleep by the window.

It's a pity that after sleeping for a while, he was woken up by the sound of people rubbing mahjong, Zhang Xiaoyu stood up in a daze, ran over to watch a few laps, and played a few rounds, lost a lot, and left the card hall in a gloomy manner.

While yawning, he touched an umbrella from the door of the card hall, and Zhang Xiaoyu lazily walked into the rain.

Nanyi City is still the same, and people from the south and north gather in this ancient city and leave in a hurry.

Umbrella to umbrella.

Like a lot of mushrooms that are flowing.

The grilled mushrooms are quite delicious.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood under the eaves and watched people walk in this spring rain with umbrellas.

In previous years, there would be many mushrooms growing in those woods in the garden, and Zhang Xiaoyu would often pick some to roast and eat.

When Zhang Xiaoyu thought like this, his nose seemed to have smelled the aroma of roasted mushrooms with the smell of dead branches and earth.

After sniffing, I felt that something was wrong. Smelling the smell, he followed.

It's the west of the city.

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped in front of the alley.

It used to be very prosperous here, but then there was a big courtyard here, so people didn't pass here.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked into the alley with an umbrella and stopped in front of the courtyard, the courtyard door was very dark, it looked very gloomy and deep, Zhang Xiaoyu was naturally not afraid of this kind of thing, raised his hand to buckle the door knocker, and knocked on it without a match.

Soon there were footsteps inside, and the door opened.

Zhang Xiaoyu, the person who opened the door, recognized that the Heavenly Prison Prison was ten catties, and the person in his fifties had stayed in the Daoist for many years.

It is said that the reason why he is called Jian Shijin is because he was abandoned when he was born, and when his adoptive father picked him up, it was just ten catties, so he called Jian Shijin.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Jian Shijin's smiling face, and said in his heart that when you picked it up, it was ten catties, called Jian Shijin, so what about Lin Erliang?

Of course, Jian Shijin didn't know what Zhang Xiaoyu was thinking, so he looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a smile and said, "What is Senior Brother Zhang doing here today?" ”

If you don't win, you will be called a senior brother.

The one who wins the card is called a cannon.

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced into the courtyard, frowned and asked, "Heavenly Hell eats grilled mushrooms today?" ”

Jian Shijin said with a smile: "You can smell it, but Senior Brother guessed a little wrong." ”

"Mushrooms aren't roasted and eaten."

"Yes." Jian Shijin turned around and walked towards the courtyard, and said, "Someone caught a demon in Yunmengze, and there were some problems, so he sent it to Heavenly Hell for torture and torture." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded thoughtfully.

It turned out to be a mushroom demon.

Speaking of torture and torture, do you really want to roast?

Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it as he turned around and left the gate of the courtyard.

Jian Shijin's voice came from the courtyard.

"Senior brother, don't you come in and have a look?"

"No, no, I don't have a good appetite today."

Zhang Xiaoyu said as he walked out of the alley.

The door behind him slowly closed.

So it's reasonable that this alley is empty.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood at the entrance of the alley, quietly looking at the world.

Of course, Zhang Xiaoyu is very busy.

It's not just about playing cards.

"Master, when will you come back?" Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and walked into the flow of people with an umbrella.

......

When Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and left, there was also a person on the other side of the alley who was frowning and watching the rain.

Such heavy rain is not only unpleasant for flowers.

People too.

Hua Wuxi looked at the heavy rain in silence, as well as the figure who left in the rain.

He also smelled the aroma of roasted mushrooms.

He knew what those things meant better than anyone else.

After watching it for a while, Hua Wuxi turned around and walked into the rain.

After crossing two streets, I stopped in front of a small courtyard.

When he first came to Nanyi City, someone helped him buy this mansion.

Pushing open the door and walking in, someone was watching the rain under the eaves of the courtyard.

There are a lot of thugs in Hua Wuxi, but that is in Huangliang, not in Huai'an.

So strictly speaking, this person is not a thug who spends no time.

This person is a Nanchu witch.

It is said to come from Jiangluo, Southern Chu, where the wizards always like to think of themselves as the only inheritors of Yunmengze.

The man was in his forties, dressed in a large black robe embroidered with various totemic ornaments, and the sleeves were loose enough for them to perform witchcraft without being seen by others. There are also two ties on the sides of the sleeve robe, and if you don't want to use witchcraft, you want to use weapons, so you can tie up the cuffs.

He came to Nanyi City not long ago.

Along with it, there was also a letter from his brother and son-in-law.

Hua Wuxi initially thought that the Northern Wudao had been annexed by the Southern Chu Wu.

It wasn't until she saw this letter that Hua Wuxi realized that the yellow sorghum was about to change.

Nan Chu Wu had already left the Three Cities of Nan Chu and was heading towards Yun Mengze.

What are they going to do?

Hua Wuxi didn't know.

But the Northern Wudao and the Southern Chuwu have begun to join forces.

That day, Liu March asked him what appeared in Yunmengze, and Hua Wuxi said that a big ghost had appeared.

The name of that ghost is Nan Chu Wu.

All the Southern Chu Witches in the entire world appeared in Yunmengze.

It's a big ghost indeed.

But why such a ghost would appear outside Yun Mengze, Hua Wuxi is not clear.

When he came to Huai'an from Huangliang and came to Nanyi City, he knew that he was about to become a victim of Beiwu Dao and the north.

He is a swaggering striker, and he is the signal sent by the North Witch Dao to the world, if the North Witch Dao fails to cross the Yunmeng Daze to come, then Hua Wuxi will naturally not have a good end.

Because he has offended too many people.

For example, the Sword Cliff, such as the Human Sword Sect.

But he did get some useful news.

For example, the confidence of the Sword Cliff does not seem to be as sufficient as it has been in the past thousand years.

The more they preach, the softer they become.

Why?

In fact, there has been speculation in the world.

But no one wants to say it.

So Hua Wuxi became the mouth that told the world secrets.

So Qiu Xi'er chose to invite the sword world.

But the more you try to prove something, the more it happens.

Hua Wuxi thought calmly, looking at the person under the eaves.

The man was very quiet, standing there like a sculpture or a dead man.

Southern Chu Wu generally practiced ghost arts, and repeatedly walked in the River Styx, perhaps he could indeed be called a dead man.

Hua Wuxi walked into the courtyard, put away the umbrella and stood under the eaves, looked at the man, his name was Shanlai, and said slowly: "The Sword Sect and the Heavenly Hell have begun to pay attention, so you really won't go back?" ”

Nanchu Wushan came to watch the rain quietly, and said in a flat voice: "There is no reason in the world to implement criminal evidence based on speculation."

"What if they do do it?"

Shanlai turned his head to look at Hua Wuxi, and said calmly: "It seems that your brother did not say much in the letter to you. ”

Hua Wuxi chuckled softly and said, "Naturally, he won't talk to me too much, when he was able to send me to Nanyi City, he already explained a lot of things." ”

"Do you want to know?" The mountain looked at the rain under the eaves and said slowly.

Hua Wuxi shook her head, looking down at the wet footprints that she had stepped on under the eaves through the yard.

"It's better that I still don't know, I'm too close to Hell, if I really knew, maybe I would really tell them."

"I thought you'd hate the Northern Witch Path."

"Hate?" Hua Wuxi said lightly. "I don't hate them, but I hate only one person."

"That's why I know how this trip will turn out, but I'm still willing to come here." Hua Wuxi looked at the rain calmly, "I am here for my people. ”

Shan Lai quietly looked at Hua Wuxi, who looked calm.

When he first came that day, he also thought that Hua Wuxi was what the world saw.

But in fact, this teenager has maturity and forbearance that does not match his age.

"You can go north." Shanlai said slowly, "I won't stop it, even though this is the purpose of Hua Wusad letting me come." ”

"Why?" Hua Wuxi looked at the mountain.

"Although we have always looked down on you Northern Witch Dao, I think you are more suitable to be this Dao Master than Hua Wubei."

The mountain is very sincere.

Hua Wuxi just smiled and said, "Although my brother wants me to be a fool, I am a very cautious person, so when I killed Nandao, I still had a second layer of arrangements, but unfortunately I missed Zhang Xiaoyu." So I'd rather stay in Nanyi City and see what you said, and guess what it is. ”

Hua Wuxi turned around and walked in.

"Instead of being coaxed out in a few words, and then exposing the corpses to the wilderness."