Hua Wuxi's expression changed.

Then there was an extremely cold feeling in the center of his eyebrows.

I raised my hand and touched it, and something came out.

Then there were a few slight sounds in the alley, like drops of water on the ground.

It was a sword that was touched.

What dripped was blood.

Hua Wuxi only felt that something was stirring in her head, and then pulled out.

"Someone taught me how to hold two swords with only one hand." Nandao stood in front of Hua Wuxi, and as the power of the witch and ghost dispersed, those quicksand prisons were slowly dispersing.

"He said that if you drink a little wine, you will not only have a few hands, but also a few more heads."

Nandao coughed twice, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "So when I came, I drank some wine, and then someone asked me to bring you a word - he really didn't want to kill you." ”

Hua Wuxi turned his head and looked at another Nandao standing there in the night, holding the Parrot Island in his hand, hanging to the ground, and blood was slowly dripping from the slender sword body.

"I see."

Hua Wuxi finally understood what the rapidly approaching thing in Fang Nandao's eyes was.

It's a sword.

A sword in your hand.

Hua Wuxi finally figured this out, and as for the last sentence, Hua Wuxi probably still didn't believe it, and then fell straight forward.

The second South Island disappeared into the alley, and the sword landed with the sound of landing.

Nandao coughed, put the peach blossom sword in his sheath, walked over with the sword, picked up the parrot island, took down the tattered wine flag from behind him, wiped off the bloodstains, wrapped it again, and put it behind his back and carried it.

Then he lifted one of Hua Wuxi's feet and dragged him out of the alley.

There is no river here today.

So Nandao didn't find a suitable place to dump the body, so he threw it in a water tank in an alley.

......

Di Qianjun and Shanlai wanted to say something, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care, played a few rounds of mahjong, and left on his own, walking lazily on the street.

"Looks like you believe in the South Island."

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head and saw Beitai sitting on the riverside guardrail.

"That's nature." Zhang Xiaoyu didn't stop, still walking casually. He and Beitai also stopped at knowing each other, after all, Beitai rarely played cards. So naturally there was no intention of stopping and talking.

"Why?"

Zhang Xiaoyu walked slowly, glanced back at the empty scabbard behind him, and said, "Can you guess?" ”

Beitai watched Zhang Xiaoyu's back disappear in the flow of people.

pondered for a long time, then looked in that direction in astonishment.

He thought of a possibility, and even sobered up for seven minutes.

"So that's it?"

Beitai muttered in a low voice.

.......

In the night, two people came from outside the alley, and then followed the blood stains all the way to the water tank.

Di Qianjun looked back at the bloodstains that had been dragged by a line, snorted lightly, and said, "It's really easy to deal with." ”

Nanchu Wushanlai was inspecting Hua Wuxi's corpse, the water in the water tank had already turned blood-red, and Shanlai just calmly looked at the blood.

"Kill with one hit." Yamalai said in a deep voice, "There are traces of witchcraft all around. ”

"It seems that the Northern Wudao playboy has never been one, but two." Di Qianjun looked at the alley walls that were still dripping with water, and said slowly, "I just don't know what realm this playboy has reached." ”

Shan Lai let go of his hand, the power of the witch and ghost dispelled the smell of blood on his hand, stood in front of the water tank, and said calmly: "Anyway, it's dead, it doesn't matter what realm it is." ”

The two stood in front of the tank for a long time.

Di Qianjun looked at the mountain on the side and said, "You don't collect his body?" ”

Shanlai asked rhetorically, "Why don't you accept it?" ”

Di Qianjun said lightly: "The Northern Witch Dao is not from the Heavenly Hell. ”

"That's not Nanwu's, either."

The two looked at each other for a long time, then turned and left in opposite directions.

Di Qianjun walked for a while and stopped at the mouth of the alley.

"We do fear something. But whether it's the Southern Chu Witch or the Northern Witch Dao, before you get involved, I hope you'd better weigh your own weight. ”

The mountain came to a stop at the other end, calmly watching the night.

"At this time, at that time, you don't understand the matter of Huangliang."

Di Qianjun sneered and said: "There are too many Huangliang Mountains, too much rain, and people don't like to go out, so they sit in the well and watch the sky, I can understand." ”

Shanlai smiled and said, "It's not easy to say who is in the well." ”

Di Qianjun just sneered and left the alley.

Shanlai didn't say anything more, and headed south.

......

The peach blossom seemed to be about to bloom, and Nandao's heart throbbed for a while, as if something was going inward, and the rhizome was deeply rooted in the heart. Nandao suppressed the pain, clutched his two swords, and limped towards the east.

until it stopped at the ancient city wall where he said goodbye to Qiu Xi'er.

The galaxy is shining, and the moon is half-round.

Nandao relaxed and sat down on the city wall, placing the two swords beside him, looking up at the infinite night dome on earth.

Under the night sky, there are green mountains everywhere.

If it had been before, Nandao felt that he was buried in those green hills, it would have been a good ending.

But ah, as soon as you enter the world, you are full of regrets.

The South Island looked into the distance. There may be a different world in the distance, but Nandao feels that he should not be able to see it. So I remembered a lot.

I came to Nanyi City on the fourth day of March.

Then he went to meet the Sect Master of the Cong Blade, and then went to the Hanging Courtyard, where he met many interesting people and met people he liked.

Sometimes Nandao himself wonders if Cong Blade has deceived him.

In fact, there was never a way to survive in the Hanging Temple.

Nandao sighed deeply and looked down at the bud on her chest. The night wind on the walls was cold and strong, so the edge of that bud was blown open a bit.

It's a pity that the little girl Cong Cong I met in the garden of the Sword Sect was absent, she liked peach blossoms very much, otherwise when this flower bloomed, she could also give it to her.

Nanjima laughed as he thought about it, yes, a lot of things are beautiful.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who is addicted to playing cards, Beitai, who is idle, Chen He, who loves everything in the world, and ...... Mr. Mei, who was supposed to be very happy.

When he was unhappy about killing flowers, he said a pity, but why didn't he feel pity?

Nandao turned his head to look at the Peach Blossom Sword on the side.

Parrot Island was given to him by the grass for Hotaru, but the Peach Blossom Sword was given by Mr.

It's just that he didn't sharpen it into a decent sword in the end.

Nandao was silent for a moment, and then pulled out his sword with a bang.

"You're wary."

A hoarse voice came from behind him, as if he had contracted an incurable lung disease from living in a dark and damp place all year round.

Nandao had never heard the voice before, but he soon realized who it was.

The people of the River Sect.

Nandao said softly: "Is it possible that I didn't know you were here at all, and just wanted to see this sword?" ”

"That seems like I'm too nervous."

The man walked to the wall and looked at the night starry river.

"You're not killing me today?"

"If you don't kill, you'll die yourself."

Nandao turned his head to look at the man, dressed in a black robe, and even his face was hidden in darkness.

"How do you know?"

The black-robed River Sect man said calmly, "Because I've been watching you. ”

"All the time?"

"Yes, but I was warned, so I had to hide instead of come out."

Nandao was silent for a while, sighed, and said, "Senior Brother is indeed a good person. ”

The black-robed man turned his head to look at Nandao, and although he didn't see his expression, he could hear the hoarse sarcasm.

"Huh, good guy?"

"Isn't it?"

The black-robed man turned his head and said calmly, "Yes." ”

Nandao didn't understand what he meant by these words.

"When are you going to die?" The black-robed man asked calmly.

"I don't know, maybe the flowers will die when they bloom."

"That's good."

"Why?"

"If you die, my mission will be completed, and I won't have to stop in the ghost place of Nanyi City all the time."

"Where's the mission?"

"Liuyun Sword Sect."

Nandao sat silently on the city walls.

He really never thought that if this person from the River Sect wanted to kill himself, he would take over the task from the Liuyun Sword Sect.

"Can I know why?"

The people of the River Sect said lightly: "I don't know, someone sent the task over. ”

"I'm talking about why the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect has a mission to kill me."

"The Flowing Cloud Sword Sect's hunting list has everything on it, even the name of its own sect leader, Chen Yunxi, is on it."

Nandao was silent for a long time.

Yes, the oldest and longest-standing profession in the world is naturally a killer.

"Actually, it doesn't make sense for you to ask so much." The people of the River Sect looked at the night and said calmly.

Nandao chuckled softly and said, "Yes." ”

After all, it's a dying man.

"Thank you for giving me a ride." Nandao said with a smile.

"I thought you'd draw your sword like you did before."

"I think so." Nan Dao said softly, looking at the peach blossom sword unsheathed in his hand and placed on his knee, "But I'm in pain right now, and I may not be able to hold the sword tightly, so forget it if you think about it." ”

As she spoke, Nandao began to cough violently, and then the corners of her mouth began to drip blood.

The people of the River Sect watched quietly from the sidelines. As he himself said, he came to see the South Island die.

But he couldn't make a move.

Nandao coughed, fell down from the city wall, and lay on the head of the city clutching his heart in pain, blood kept gushing from his mouth, and the two swords fell beside him, so they were also stained with a lot of blood.

Nandao let out a painful wail from his mouth, and his right hand grabbed the peach blossom on his chest hard, as if trying to pull it out of his heart.

But it's useless.

In a bloody color, the peach blossom slowly opened inexorably between the fingers.

"It seems that the exchange of cause and effect is the best sword to kill in the world."

The people of the River Sect looked at the peach blossom that bloomed in the heart of Nandao, said a word in a hoarse voice, and then stepped on the stone bricks on the wall and left peacefully in the night.

Nandao fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth, and his eyes were already bloody.

The galaxy is like blood.

Nandao's limbs began to twitch, and her consciousness gradually blurred, but she still held the umbrella tightly.

Faintly, it seemed that the sound of a Tianyan car in Nanyi City was heard.

You're late.

Nandao thought unconsciously.

Then the world fell into anointing blindness.