When Nandao finished saying that, he noticed that a man was sitting a few meters away.

Grass for fireflies.

This young man from Heavenly Town, from a big dream, sat on the side with a slight smile, and seemed to have been looking at Nandao for a long time.

"When will he wake up?"

Grass for fireflies always knows everything.

Nandao was silent for a long time, and said softly: "I don't know. ”

Cao Weiying looked at Jingsi Lake, this lake is very quiet, clustered in the forest of white magnolias, the lake is full of white fallen flowers, and it seems to be pushed by something, piled up on the shore of the lake.

"It's painful to forget." Grass said softly, "As a forgotten person too. ”

Listening to this inexplicable sentence, Nandao always felt that he seemed to mean something.

"So for many years, the enemy on the twelfth floor was never outside." Grass for Hotaru said slowly, "It's yourself." ”

Nandao fell silent.

"Making a decision is certainly a simple matter." The grass smiled and looked at the sky, the world was sliding towards the twilight. "But don't be dragged by the outside world."

"I'm still thinking about it." Nandao said softly.

"I know, otherwise you wouldn't just stop at exiting." Cao Weiying said calmly, "But if you want to forget yourself, you have to look at me, not to the world, and if you don't have a firm mind, you will become a madman." ”

I am dedicated to me, so that I can forget myself.

Nan Dao sighed and looked at the grass as a firefly, and said: "The body is like a tree, the heart is like ashes, and when others ask about it, I forget myself - we naturally think so, but some things are difficult to do, such as Heavenly Hell, if I don't kill them, they will come to kill me, you are different, you are not in the world, you can naturally be fearless." ”

Nandao stood up and walked under a magnolia tree not far away.

"But we are different, we are still in the world, still looking up, not even up the mountain." Nandao turned out the millstone that had been used several times from under the magnolia tree, and looked at it quietly for a long time. "To live in the world is to do the things of the world."

Nandao drew his sword, sat down by the millstone, and pressed the peach blossom sword against the millstone.

"Unnecessary questions were raised." Nandao looked at some of the stone mud on the edge of the blue-black sword, "Then solve the person who asked that question." ”

"And then?"

"Then burn the hell to the ground."

Kusa laughed softly, as if laughing at the boy's frivolous imagination.

"But it's not enough to just get out of the country."

Nandao said softly: "So I'm still thinking about sharpening my sword, sharpening my mind, and seeing how this matter is resolved—I can't sit and wait for death." ”

Grass for Hotaru didn't say anything more.

"He hasn't woken up yet, but I know that if it were him, he would have thought the same way." Nandao said word by word, "Everyone will have such thoughts, it depends on whether they dare or not." ”

"Can you?"

Nandao said calmly but confidently, "I can." ”

Because he is a peach blossom.

The forgotten peach blossom in all choices.

He can use a sword, and he can turn books.

Someone learned a lot from a blacksmith from the East China Sea.

Just forgot about it all.

But as it happens, the peach blossom is the forgotten part.

Cao Weihotaru looked at Nandao for a long time, didn't say anything, picked up the gourd, drank two sips of wine, and turned to leave.

Nandao began to sharpen his sword, just like the night after All Souls' Day.

The person in charge of the body is a peach blossom.

But.

It's the same as a teenager.

So in the sound of those sword sharpenings, the Peach Blossom Sword wailed in pain, grinding out a lot of iron dust and mud, and also grinding out a lot of sword intent.

The forest is full of fallen flowers and damaged in the wind of those sword intent.

Until late at night.

......

Chen Huaifeng was sleepless in the middle of the night, wearing a nightgown, holding a cup of freshly brewed wolfberry tea, leaving the gate of the Sword Sect, and sitting with Hu Lu, who was yawning under a quilt.

Hu Lu was startled by the movement beside him, turned his head to look at Chen Huaifeng, and said with a blank expression: "Senior brother, why did you come out?" ”

Chen Huaifeng smiled, blew the hot air wafting from the teacup, took a sip, glanced to the west of the city, and said, "There is some noise in the city, so come out and listen." ”

Hu Lu listened with long ears, and there was no movement in Nanyi City in the middle of the night, and it was quiet all around, only the whispers of some trysts in the boat that occasionally floated in the river not far away.

"Senior brother, you must have overtaken your health, where is this noisy, it is clearly very quiet." Hulu said with a yawn.

Chen Huaifeng just smiled and said, "It's not the north of the city, it's the west of the city." ”

"West of the city?"

Hu Lu looked to the west in bewilderment, but saw nothing but the silent streets and houses in the night.

"Of course you can't see it, because you're just entering the Tao." Chen Huaifeng said softly.

"Oh, why is it so noisy over there?" Hulu asked.

Chen Huaifeng held the wolfberry tea, took a sip, and said, "Because the people in the heavenly prison have found some problems. ”

"What's the problem?"

"They suspect that there are people on the twelfth floor in the Heavenly Hell."

Hu Lu was stunned for a moment and said, "How can there be people on the twelfth floor in the Heavenly Prison." ”

"Perhaps."

"Then, senior brother, do you want to go and have a look?"

Chen Huaifeng shook his head and said, "If you don't go, just take a look here, the matter of Heavenly Hell has nothing to do with us, it's just that they are making too much noise." ”

The affairs of the Heavenly Hell are naturally only under the control of the Heavenly Hell, as long as it does not involve the human world, the people of the Sword Sect will also go with them to make trouble, since Chen Huaifeng did not go to see it, the little boy Hu Lu felt a little bored, yawned, gathered the quilt, and planned to sleep.

Chen Huaifeng looked at the drowsy Hu Lu on the side, but remembered Cong Blade's decision.

If Hu Lu is the sect master, it is naturally good.

If you want to look at the people in the world, you can't be too aggressive, you can't be too lazy like them, be less curious, and just look at the general situation.

Hulu's card style is stable, which is very much in line with this requirement.

No wonder the master hesitated for so long, no one took a fancy to it, but he gave that red middle to Hu Lu.

There has always been a saying in the red of the Sword Sect in the world.

Chen Huaifeng thought, but looked at the night of Nanyi City.

There was a young man holding an umbrella, carrying a sword on his back, and another sword, walking silently through the streets of the night.

What if that teenager?

Why did Master get involved in this matter again?

Chen Huaifeng thought with some doubts.

After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Huaifeng still didn't get an answer, sighed, drank all the wolfberry tea in the cup, tucked the quilt for Hu Lu, and looked at the west of the city in silence.

......

The long night is naturally cold.

Nandao carried the peach blossom sword on his back and walked calmly on the streets leading to the west of the city.

When he entered and exited the realm, he carried his sword on his back to find trouble in the Heavenly Hell, which was obviously an extremely crazy act.

Whether it is Lin Erliang, or Di Qianjun, or the West Gate who is wandering outside.

They are all cultivators of the small path realm in the world.

If it were normal times, the South Island would not do such a stupid thing.

But as it happened, today he saw something.

Those nails that were driven into Di Qianjun's meridians.

A cultivator who has been sealed by the Divine Sea can only be regarded as a chaifu with a stronger physique.

The internal self-examination of the heavenly prison is like a mad dog can't tell that the piece of meat is its own and that piece of meat is redundant, so it simply bites it all and then speaks.

This is a harsh and paranoid practice.

But from an Austronesian perspective, nature is the best opportunity.

The people of Heaven and Hell probably wouldn't have thought that someone in the world would have the idea of their mad dog.

Nandao's leg was not yet good, but he walked steadily, with a sword, as if it were his other leg.

I also walked very cautiously, avoiding the streets where there might be people, and specifically inserted them into small alleys.

The world doesn't seem to realize anything.

The archway in the alley stayed up all night, and the loud shouts of the people did a good job of masking the footsteps of the South Island walking through the alley.

Only the sound of the crutches falling on the stone slabs was occasionally heard, and they only thought that the bell on the pavilion of someone's house was ringing in the night wind.

Nandao walked for a long time before reaching the west of the city.

The location of the Heavenly Hell was in that secluded alley, and after walking a little further through there, a few streets away, was the place where Hua Wuxi once lived.

The South Island was passed by once, but it was not lost.

Walked to the mouth of the alley and looked at the dark and heavy gate from afar.

The South Island stopped.

Is it possible that everything is pretending to be for yourself?

Nandao crutched his sword and quietly watched the silent alley under the umbrella.

The Heavenly Hell was black, and in such silence, it seemed incomparably deep and heavy.

Nature is possible.

There is a human sword sect in Nanyi City, and there is also a hanging courtyard.

The people of hell cannot be as unscrupulous as the world is known to.

So show a flaw and give a weakness.

It's like an egg, knocking yourself into a seam.

And so the flies came.

Nandao didn't know if she was the fly or not.

But like the forgotten memories of the South Island.

All of this is just a choice.

The great river is there.

Swim across the river by boat, or take a detour.

Both.

It's just that all the choices you make, and when you take that step, you can't repent.

Nandao thought silently for a long time, and walked slowly towards it with his sword in hand.

Didn't go to the dark door.

The South Island stopped at a pitch-black wall.

Then he took the sword in his hand, leaped forward, and jumped onto the tall black wall.

The outer courtyard of the Heavenly Hell was empty, except for many white flowers blooming on the trees in the courtyard, and the flowers fell on the ground like broken snow in the night.

Nandao crouched cautiously on the eaves of the wall, observing the scene in the courtyard.

The courtyard was full of pear blossoms, black and white, and a path passed through the pear trees, heading into the depths, and at the end was a gate that was equally pitch black, and the outermost gate was equally closed.

Silence.

It was as if the entire hell had left overnight.

Holding the black umbrella, Nandao felt extremely weird, hesitated a little, jumped off the wall, and landed under a pear tree.

The pear blossoms fall to the sound of the yard, and the movement of the South Island is naturally not small.

However, nothing was alarmed, except for the tumbling of the corpses of a few pear blossoms under the tree.

Nandao did not dare to easily mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth.

Cultivators are naturally able to perceive this kind of movement of vitality.

Therefore, the best killer in the world is always in the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Nandao walked slowly under the pear tree with an umbrella, and the sound of the peach blossom sword sticking into the dirt under the tree could be heard clearly.

Tonight's heavenly hell seems to be particularly weird.

But the South Island had no idea of leaving.

When he walked into the alley, he had no intention of leaving.

Stepping on the trail, the night starlight was sparse, and a few pear blossoms were rolling slightly.

The South Island follows the trail all the way forward.

Stopped in front of the gate of the inner courtyard.

After a little hesitation, he raised his hand and pressed it on the door, but before he could exert himself, he stopped and looked down at his feet.

There was something black slowly flowing out of the door.

If it was daytime, you could see that it was not black, but a kind of red.

The flowers fell on the ground and suddenly rolled.

The black door behind him slowly opened.

Nandao turned abruptly.

Outside the door, however, there was nothing but an empty alley with a few leaves churning.

It seems to be just the right thing to blow.

It was like blowing open the door.

Nandao looked at it for a long time, turned around, and then clenched the peach blossom sword in his hand.

The door of the inner courtyard opened.

Someone sat in the courtyard and looked at the South Island with an indifferent expression.