Hua Wuxi is not happy.

He saw the sword light that was cruising above the world.

It's not hard to guess.

The sword cultivator who can be a little more presumptuous in Nanyi City is only Zhang Xiaoyu.

Anyone can guess.

Zhang Xiaoyu's sword is missing, and many people know it.

So who did he borrow that sword?

What do you want the world to see?

Hua Wuxi stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, and couldn't stop thinking.

The South Island is not dead.

Of course, Hua Wuxi has not forgotten this incident.

The boy felt strange to him.

It's like seeing people and talking about people, and talking about ghosts.

He is what he is like in any place.

It's as if he doesn't have anything but gives feedback as the world treats.

"The young master of Peking University seems to have broken a leg." Hua Wuxi thought for a long time and looked at the mountain in the courtyard beside him that pruned the branches and leaves of the flowers.

The latter just said calmly: "I don't pay attention to this kind of thing. ”

Hua Wuxi looked at him quietly for a long time and said, "I can see it." ”

The mountain came to Nanyi City, and it seems that he came just to see the flowers without joy.

"What do you think that means?" Shanlai put down the scissors in his hand and picked up a small hoe to loosen the soil.

"I don't know." Hua Wuxi stared at the sword light in the world, "But I feel a little uneasy." ”

"If you are uneasy, then hide."

Hua Wuxi lowered his head, looked at the mountain by the flower garden, and said, "Just like you?" ”

Yamalai did not speak.

Hua Wuxi smiled and said, "This is not good, it will make the world look at the Northern Wudao." ”

Shanlai raised his head, looked at Hua Wuxi, and said with some sarcasm: "Is there a place in Beiwu Dao that the world can afford?" ”

It seems that Hua Wuxi's words did poke his sore feet.

So Hua Wuxi is very satisfied.

I didn't continue to fight with him.

Looking up at the sword light for a long time, Hua Wuxi walked back to the room.

"I'll sleep in your room tonight."

Yamalai stood in the courtyard and calmly looked at Hua Wuxi's back.

It seems that he is indeed very disturbed.

......

March 22, 103 year of the Great Wind Calendar.

Nandao got up and sat down on the listening platform, and practiced quietly.

Wearing flowers is naturally to be worn.

The two swords at his knees were upright horizontally, surrounded by sword intent.

Yesterday, Parrot Island was played too late by Zhang Xiaoyu, and Nandao didn't test how far his sword could be from his body.

As the four sword intents continued to surround his body, the parrot island on his knees also continued to emit a subtle sound.

Edgeworth is like driving a car.

Once you've seen it, you can learn it slowly.

Nandao held the wine flag wrapped around Parrot Island, feeling the restlessness of those heaven and earth vitality and the traction of sword intent.

Finally, after an extremely crisp sound, Parrot Island came out of its sheath and levitated in front of Nandao.

Nandao looked at the slender sword with a slight smile, thinking to himself - someone as good as me.

Those sword intent are like the connection between the South Island and the long sword,

Or rather, an invisible rope.

One is in the hands of the South Island, and the other is tied to Parrot Island.

Therefore, the strength of the sword intent means how far the sword of the sword cultivation can be taken off.

How high the sword intent is, how far the sword can go.

Nandao remembered Autumn Creek.

Sword intent is a thousand miles!

It is worthy of the sword cultivation of the main realm of the cliff in the world.

However, that is still far from me.

Nandao refocused on his sword and sword intent.

Although Nandao's sword intent seeds were planted by the method of grinding the sword cliff, after all, Nandao had only been practicing for half a month.

The sword intent is not strong.

So it won't be very far.

The parrot island was suspended around him, and then like a slender silver fish, shuttling on the listening platform.

The sword intent is strong.

That is to say, the sword of the South Island can leave the range of the body.

When the typhoon came, the bamboo leaves flew one after another, and the parrot island turned into a streamer and passed through the bamboo leaves. When he returned to Nandao's side, dozens of bamboo leaves were worn across the slender sword body.

It's a pity that this is not the number of stabs in the hand of the sword.

Nandao still remembers what Qiu Xi'er said at the beginning.

Throwing away the sword intent, holding the sword in your hand, a sword and a hundred flowers, is the entry to the fast sword in the world.

Nandao was not discouraged, and practiced the sword of sword intent with great interest.

The building was full of bamboo leaves, and Nandao had the idea that I was invincible within ten feet.

After a long time, until the consumption rate of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the body could not keep up with the absorption speed, the water level of those Yuan Qi streams in the Divine Sea dropped a lot, but fortunately, the number was much more than before. Nandao stopped at this point, raised his hand to hold the parrot island, wrapped it in a wine flag, and then pulled out the peach blossom sword in his hand.

The blue-black sword body and the blade on the back of the kitchen knife don't look like a good sword no matter how you look at it.

But for the South Island, this sword is more important than any sword.

Because this is the sword that Qiu Xi'er gave him.

If it is really according to what Qiu Xi'er said, it will naturally take a long time to sharpen this sword by constantly producing the sword.

But if you really polish it, then you can go to see your husband, right?

But is there still a chance?

Nandao sat on the stage, no longer thinking about this thing, holding the sword, stabbing it out, then retracting it, continuing to stab.

Just like when I was by the Lake of Meditation.

The only thing that's a bit bad is that my leg is broken, so I look a little stupid.

The building is full of breeze through the afternoon.

When Chen He came up, he saw Nandao taking out his sword and collecting it.

"You're practicing swords?"

"I'm practicing killing."

Chen He looked at him for a long time and said, "How are you going to kill him this time?" ”

Nandao slowly retracted his sword, and the sword intent around his body gradually dissipated.

"When I went out to deliver a letter the day before yesterday, I asked some passers-by by the way, and they told me that Hua Wuxi lives in the west of the city." Minamijima said softly, "So I decided to go directly to his house and kill him." ”

"Is your leg okay?"

"It is the sword, not the legs, that kill."

Chen He took a deep breath and looked back and forth around Nandao three times.

"I don't think you're right today."

Nandao quietly looked at the double sword on his knees and said, "Last night my heart grew a bud. ”

Chen He was stunned for a moment, and thought for a long time before remembering the story that Nandao told him a few days ago.

"What does that mean?"

"I might be dying." Nandao said calmly, "I'm in heaven.... Saw my cause and effect in a strange lake. The whole body is covered with peach blossoms, only the heart and eyebrows, I am not even me, like a peach tree. Just like what the Sect Master of the Cong Blade said, if you borrow cause and effect, you have to repay cause and effect. ”

Chen He looked at Nandao in a daze.

Nandao smiled softly and said, "I've been making this kind of preparation for all these years, so I'm not panicking. It's just a bit of a pity, but I'm going to do my best. ”

Chen He said: "I thought that when people were dying, they would always be kinder and gentler. ”

"But I can't be gentle, I can only be calm, but I also think I'm kind, I don't know much about Hua Wuxi, but I don't think he's a good person, he himself admitted to me that he did all the bad things." Nan Dao said slowly, pulling out the peach blossom sword on his knee, the sword was three inches, there was no cold light, only blue-black silence.

"It might be a good thing to kill someone who has done all the bad things."

Chen He sighed and said, "You haven't told me the story last time!" ”

Nandao looked up at Chen He and said with a smile: "But haven't you already written?" When I went down to look for you earlier, I saw that piece of paper, and I thought it was okay, better than what happened to me. ”

Nandao put the peach blossom sword into the sheath, stood up, and said softly, "It's the same this time. If I die, and you think this ending is not good, you can also imagine what the story will be like in the future if I don't die and live well in the world. ”

Chen He sighed deeply and said, "But in this case, the story that the world sees may have nothing to do with you at all." ”

"It's irrelevant, it's not important, and living in the pen is not necessarily a consolation."

Chen He walked to the listening platform, blowing the warm and warm spring breeze at noon, but he couldn't warm up in his heart.

"I promise you."

"Thank you."

Nandao thanked him sincerely, and then walked to the stage with his sword in hand. Chen He was a little sad, looking at the world and sighing.

"Actually, I still think that when the time comes, if you settle your regrets, I will drive the wheelchair below and take you around the world."

Nandao chuckled softly and said, "Maybe there's still a chance, but you're just shopping?" ”

Chen He thought for a while and said, "There is a very delicious thing in Nanyi City, called iron plate tofu, which I heard was passed down from yellow sorghum. I ate it once, it was very fragrant and spicy, the tofu was very tender, and when the time came, we could drive a small wheelchair with an iron plate stove in tow and sell it wherever we went. ”

"I heard that Luming Snow Country is very cold, they should like this kind of thing very much, eat warm, if you go there, business will definitely be very good, and you can also sell some wine." Nandao said softly.

"So you've thought about that, too?" Chen He turned his head to look at Nandao and said.

Nandao nodded and said, "I may not have thought about it before, but these days I have been a little infected by you, and I have begun to think about these strange things." ”

"How can such a thing be called bizarre?"

"What should it be called?"

"It should be commonplace."

Minamijima said with a smile: "Maybe it's because of the different perspectives." ”

Chen He nodded approvingly.

The two watched quietly for a long time.

Gradually twilight.

"When are you going to go?"

Chen He looked at the bamboo forest path below and asked.

Nandao said calmly, "Just tonight." ”

"It's too hasty."

"I'm afraid I won't survive tonight."

"So fast?"

Nandao was silent for a moment, bowing his head and pointing to the bud that he didn't know when it would grow again.

"You see, it's really fast."

Chen He looked at Nandao's heart in a daze.

It's like a new sprout from an old tree, it's clearly something full of business, but it's always chilling to look at.

Nandao had seen too much, and he got used to it, and this time he didn't break it as usual, but brushed it up, like a peach branch pinned to the placket of his clothes.

"When will it bloom?" Chen He asked.

"I don't know." Nandao said softly. "If I could, I hope it never blooms."

"But there is borrowing and repaying, and I will borrow it again in the next life."