When the stage is set up, some people have already painted heavy makeup, ready to appear at any time, babbling and singing for the rest of their lives.

Some people are still in the audience, watching the story with great antigence, not knowing where they will go in the future.

......

The boat docked.

Xiaodao Tong Wang Xiaohua woke up in that swaying, and Bu Operator had already gotten off the boat, standing by Daze, quietly watching the fog.

The fog is well-defined.

Turning back and crossing the blue-gray taro sea, the world was a clear spring sky.

Someone came to the world and felt that the world should not be foggy, so the warm sun returned to the world in late spring.

But the fog in Osawa has not yet lifted.

Bu Operator looked at Daze quietly, and the fog of Daze for eight hundred miles was like paint.

Yes, something is back.

But he's just a spectator.

Wang Xiaohua suddenly couldn't remember what happened after they went to the green mountains with the person named Ziyuan.

I felt a little dizzy, as if I had experienced some serious injury.

Wang Xiaohua climbed to the side of the boat, looked down at her face, and then froze.

There was a strange black totem in his eyes.

Wang Xiaohua thought she was dazzled, and rubbed her eyes vigorously, but the blackness did not disappear.

On the contrary, it is becoming more and more intense, as if ink is dripping everywhere under the eyelids, converging towards the depths of the eyes.

"Master!"

Wang Xiaohua called out in a panic.

Bu Operator lowered his head, looked at the little Taoist boy on the side of the boat, and said softly, "That's a gift from her." ”

"Gifts?"

Wang Xiaohua was stunned, lowered her head and blinked her eyes, looking at the strange black pattern that slowly flowed in her eyes.

"You reach out." Bu Operator said.

Wang Xiaohua stretched out a hand as she said, and then Daze surged, and thousands of fogs converged and fell on the palm of Xiaodao Tong's hand, turning into a vast flowing force.

It's black.

The power of the River Styx.

It can also have another name.

Power.

Bu Operator's body stood on the edge of Ze, and the wind blew his robe, fluttering endlessly.

Raising his hand and pointing at Wang Xiaohua's palm, those divine powers were instantly activated and spread, Bu Operator took a step back, seemed to be a little out of strength, his face was pale, he looked at Wang Xiaohua and said, "Look again." ”

Wang Xiaohua came back to her senses from the shock in front of her, looked down at the water, those Dao rhymes from the fortune operator turned into golden Dao texts all over her body, but the black totems in her eyes turned into an ethereal figure.

A figure in a black robe standing by the river.

The wind blew the black robe, and those golden Dao texts on Wang Xiaohua's body were instantly defeated and dissipated by Daze.

"What is this?" Wang Xiaohua asked blankly.

Bu Operator calmed down for a long time, looked at Wang Xiaohua with kind eyes, and said softly: "Gu Chu Ghost God, Great Si Ming - this is her gift to you." ”

Wang Xiaohua seems to understand a little.

She had heard of the name Da Si Ming, Nanyi City was on the edge of Daze, and they would naturally hear about those ghosts and gods of Huangliang.

Sounds amazing.

Wang Xiaohua thought so.

"So what's the use of him?"

Wang Xiaohua asked.

Bu Operator looked up at the fog and said slowly: "Life and death." ”

When Wang Xiaohua heard these four words, she retreated back in horror, sat on the bow of the boat, and looked at the fortune operator pitifully: "Can I do without it?" ”

Bu Operator laughed softly and said, "You can do without, but you can't do without." ”

Wang Xiaohua looked at the fortune operator in a daze and asked, "Why?" ”

"For it is better for someone to get him and fall into your hand than into the hands of men like us."

"I don't understand."

Bu Operator looked at this little girl who had only known her for a few days with a sigh of pity, squatted down and touched her head, and said softly: "In the future, you must learn to be a ruthless person, don't look at the right and wrong in the world, don't distinguish between the good and evil of the world, don't listen to the joys and sorrows of the world, don't have, the word benevolence." ”

"Why?" Wang Xiaohua looked at the fortune operator blankly.

"Because when we see right and wrong, we will enter into right and wrong, and if we know good and evil, we will become good and evil, and if we listen to joy and sorrow, we will have joy and sorrow, and if we have love, we will have partiality. Life and death should only maintain absolute neutrality. ”

"Then why can't it be Master?"

"For I am a man of the world."

Wang Xiaohua looked at the pitiful man in front of him in a daze, but he also gave birth to a poor fortune operator, and he didn't know why he was like this.

Bu Operator smiled slightly, tore off a piece of the Taoist robe from his body, folded it into a strip of cloth, and blindfolded the eyes of Xiaohua Xiaohua, the little Taoist boy.

"The art of commanding is the supreme magic of the witch and ghost gods, don't let people know that you can do this in the future."

"What happens if you get it?"

"Knowing that they will entangle you and covet you, some people want to die, some people want to live, both are different manifestations of desire, greed and selfishness are engraved in the hearts of the world, they may not be able to hurt you in the future, but if you have not really been ruthless and unkind, you will do many wrong things."

Wang Xiaohua looked at the dark world in front of her and was a little frightened, so she held the hand of the divination operator and whispered, "I know, Master." ”

"Let's go."

Bu Operator took Wang Xiaohua's cold little hand, walked through the taro sea, and walked towards the world.

......

Watching from the stage, it's not just Xiaodao Tong.

......

Nandao had a dream.

There is the sound of scissors in the dream, and the sound of many things falling.

Someone is talking, and then slowly walking away.

There is also the aroma of teppanyaki tofu and the aroma of wine.

So he opened his eyes.

The air of the world is flowing, as if it has become water, it has become a great lake, the peach trees have grown upside down, the fallen flowers have gone upwards, the cliffs are upside down, the sky is sinking, and the mist is flowing on the soles of the feet, like the breast milk that was eaten many years ago.

Then he thought about it for a long time before he remembered that it was not the world that was turned upside down.

It's myself living in the big lake.

The South Island swam briskly to the lake, where a young man in a green dress was sitting under a peach tree and drinking. Nandao tried to climb up the lake, but the water of the large lakes was like an impenetrable barrier, resolutely holding Nandao under the lake.

"Hey!"

Nandao shouted, but the young man in green clothes didn't seem to hear it, just smiled and looked at the mountain cliff and the big lake, and drank wine to himself.

What's his name?

Nandao lay down in the water and thought.

Grass for fireflies.

Yes, let's call grass a firefly.

Nandao remembered something about the town.

"Grass for fireflies!"

Nandao called his name vigorously.

The grass stood up and walked to the lake.

The South Island was ecstatic.

"Get me out!"

However, the grass did nothing for Hotaru, just stretched and yawned long.

"I'm tired, go back to sleep."

Nandao pounded the surface of the lake hard, ripples innumerable, but the grass fireflies didn't notice it, as if those ripples were just the trembling of the falling peach blossoms.

So he turned and left.

Nandao's hands were covered with blood, and they spread out in the lake like a big red flower.

It wasn't until the grass was no longer visible that Nandao stopped in despair and lay down with his back against the barrier of the great lake.

Why am I here?

Nandao began to reminisce.

When he was very young, he began to vomit blood after a rain, and then his father gave him an umbrella, and then he grew up to be a teenager, and when he was fifteen years old, it was the fourth day of the third month, and he came to Nanyi City.

Going to the Human Sword Sect to seek a path of cultivation?

That's how it should be.

Then he was rejected by Cong Blade, and he came to the Hanging Courtyard.

The people in the Hanging Courtyard also refused to accept it, so they stayed and became a gatehouse.

The South Island's thinking began to become clear.

offended Hua Wuxi, met many people, met people who made his heart move, and then achieved a small degree in cultivation, so he went to settle grievances.

He was so badly injured that he fell into a coma.

Nandao thought slowly.

Then I should have come here to recuperate.

Just why was it trapped in the lake?

Nandao was a little puzzled.

There was a lot of chill coming from the bottom of the lake—or rather, from the sky at the bottom of the lake.

The four sword intents in the Nandao Divine Sea wandered restlessly.

What's there?

Nandao lay on the surface of the Great Lake, pensive.

Then he stood up and headed for the bottom of the lake above.

The warm spring sun shining in from the world gradually fell below, so the higher you go, the darker you see, and the more intense the chill becomes.

Nandao felt that frost began to form around him, and the water flow became sluggish, and he wanted to stop, but as soon as he stopped, the sword intent in the sea of gods began to play tricks, scurrying around, like a disobedient child splashing and rolling. Nandao gritted his teeth and continued to walk towards the sky at the bottom of the lake.

I don't know how long it took for everything in front of Nandao's eyes to begin to turn pitch black, and she couldn't see anything, but only swam with the subtle fluctuations in the current.

It was like something was wrapped around him.

Plants?

Or bryophytes?

Nandao opened the things hard, but the more they were wrapped, the tighter they became, and the harder they were, Nandao even had difficulty breathing—although he didn't know why he could still breathe as usual even though he was under the lake.

As a result, the sword intent in the sea of gods broke out of the body, surrounding Nandao's body, and between the flow of sword intent, it broke through those shackles.

The dark aquatic weeds were washed away, and the South Island suddenly fell into a large area of light.

And then it fell down again.

Nandao tore open a strip of aquatic grass wrapped around in front of him, and when he thought he had gone out, he saw the scene in front of him and was stunned.

Sword.

Thousands of long swords with cold light hung high above the sky at the bottom of the lake.

And the South Island lies in a daze on the earth made of aquatic weeds and mosses.

Where is this?

Nandao stood up in shock.

The water was flowing, and everything was rippling, like an incredible dream.

The four sword intents around Nandao's body swam happily, went upward, wrapped around one of the swords, tore hard, dragged it down, and sent it to Nandao's hands.

What's to be done?

Nandao looked at the long sword in his hand in confusion.

"Please draw your sword."

A calm voice came from behind him.

Nan Dao held the sword and turned to look, the man in white who had appeared several times with peach blossoms on his face was slowly walking at the other end of the mossy earth, the small sword in front of him was slowly turning into peach blossoms and dispersing, and a sword fell straight into his hand above the sky dome at the bottom of the lake.

Before Nandao knew what he was going to do, the man in white, Peach Blossom, had already leaped with his sword.

Hurriedly block with a horizontal sword.

The water rippled, and the South Island was slashed backwards by a sword, and a field of aquatic plants swelled up.

The man in white took a step back, and the long sword in his hand danced with sword flowers, fell into the other hand, and came with a sword again.

Nandao was a little angry by the sudden attack, and for whatever reason, he exhaled, stood up again with his sword, and raised his sword to meet him.

The long sword flashed with cold light, dragging the tail of the water, and struck each other in one place, and the two of them retreated at the same time.

So he took out the sword again.

The four sword intentions swayed swaggering on the side, like aquatic plants, and like little children who saw someone fighting on the side of the road and cheered for one of them.

After Nandao and Peach Blossom counted the swords, they saw the sword intent watching the play next to them, and raised their hands to make a move, and the sword intent was dragged over, but two of them were cut off by Peach Blossom.

Surrounded by sword intent, the power of the long sword was even worse, and Nandao stabbed at the peach blossom with a sword.

It's a sword that pierces flowers.

The fast sword of the world that sharpens the sword cliff.

Peach Blossom did not dodge, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and directly slashed down with a sword, but the sword that came suddenly was accurately slashed on the sword body, and then came out of his hand and fell into the water and grass.

Peach Blossom put away her sword and stood, stretched out a hand to the young man in front of her, and said calmly, "Please." ”

The young man was a little unconvinced, pulled the sword out of the water weed, also held the sword with both hands, and slashed at the peach blossom with a sword.

......

The grass that was supposed to go to sleep leaned forward and stood by the lake.

More than one.

Countless grasses in the world are fireflies.

The edge of the cloudy lake is full of grass and fireflies, leaning over to look into the lake.

Like the eyelashes of the Eye of the Great Lake.

"He doesn't fight either."

"It's okay, take your time."

"It's just a bit of an insult to those swords."

"After all, I carved the name of each sword with my own hands."

"Anyway, it's for nothing, so waste it."