Just like the words that Peach Blossom said when she woke up in the South Island.

Destiny goes in all directions.

Either face it, or turn it back.

None of them can escape from those great rivers.

As for why Kusa Weihotaru woke herself up from her dream, Nandao didn't continue to ask.

Of course, people can't live in a dream all their lives.

The so-called dream.

For example, the sunset in the forest is always fleeting and fleeting.

Of course it's beautiful.

So if there's a chance to do it again.

The South Island will not refuse either.

So Nandao was by the Lake of Meditation and began to return to reality, thinking about things further ahead.

The story of Hana Wuxi is over.

The people of Ha Jong also believed in the death of Nandao and left.

But there are still many unfinished stories in the South Island.

For example, wearing a sword, such as sword intent.

Nandao didn't know if Qiu Xi'er, who had returned to the Grinding Sword Cliff, would wait for him, but he always had to go to the cliff to see.

But Mojian Cliff is naturally not something that you want to go to.

Nandao had never seen that high cliff on earth, nor had he stepped on those long steps full of sword intent.

So he sat for a long time, pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword again, and looked at the sword intent surrounding it - during the time when Nandao was dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a lot more sword intent, and it should be the credit of Peach Blossom.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should have said that you know how to swords." Nandao looked at the grass on the side.

Cao Weiyi held the gourd for a moment and said, "It seems to be." ”

"So what is my current sword intent realm?"

Grass glanced at the South Island and then back into the lake.

"Not in the stream."

“.......”

Nan Dao looked at the sword intent on the blue-black sword body silently, "I thought that even if there was no sword intent first-realm white clothes, at least it would not end up like this." ”

"White?" Cao Weiyi laughed softly and said, "Do you know what this name represents? ”

Nandao was stunned and said, "Isn't it the realm of sword cultivation?" Or does it represent a style of sword intent? ”

Cao Weiying shook his head and said with a chuckle: "Although Bai Yi is not a person in the world who is worthy of Bai Yi, he is a generation of sword cultivators who are as famous as Dao Saint Li Queyi, and the next generation of cliff masters of the Grinding Sword Cliff designated by Sword Saint Qingyi. ”

Nandao was silent for a while, he did hear about this, but he didn't know much.

"That being the case, but why is there only the sword intent realm name of white clothes left in the world?"

Cao Weiying said softly: "If you can read more biographical novels like Chen He, you will know that it is because he died too early." ”

".......," Nandao said softly, "I thought that the reason why Bai Yi was the first realm was because he was inferior to the Diagonal Bridge and Qinglian. ”

Cao Weiying said calmly: "Bai Yi is naturally more talented than them, but for the world, it is meaningless to be a flash. ”

The grass was a firefly and looked at the South Island on the side.

"You have to live before you can see higher."

Nandao raised his hand and pressed it on the sword, he knew that the grass was looking at him, but he didn't look at it, just looked at Jingsi Lake.

"How about me and the white clothes?"

Rare boyishness, he didn't ask whether he was alive or dead, he just asked a teenager's question.

So the grass laughed for Hotaru.

I laughed for a long time, but I didn't speak.

So Nandao looked at the grass for fireflies, and the man, who also looked like a teenager, said with a smile: "I don't know, you can go to the sword grinding cliff and take a sword ladder in person." The sword intent at the bottom is left by the white-clothed boy. ”

Nanjima whispered, "Okay. ”

The world has always been better than white.

Not as good as Tsing Yi.

Nandao stood up and looked at the sword in his hand, and then remembered that he had wanted to practice swordsmanship before.

Cao Weiying suddenly said: "How much do you remember the story in the big lake?" ”

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "You should remember everything?" ”

You should remember it, but you don't remember it.

Cao Weiying looked at the wound in Nandao's ear and thought.

One less trouble.

Nanjima's eyes were very strange, and I didn't know what he was looking at.

"What's wrong?"

Cao Wei Hotaru smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm wondering why there are no fish in the lake." ”

Nandao also looked at the grass for fireflies with some curiosity, and said, "Are there really fish in this lake?" ”

Grass thought for Hotaru and said, "I don't know either. ”

"Then why are you fishing here?"

"Because the water in this lake doesn't come from the Nanyi River, there are some things in it that I need."

Nandao was stunned, didn't the water of Jingsi Lake located in the Hanging Courtyard come from the Nanyi River? Nandao suddenly remembered what Qiu Xi'er said at the beginning.

The water here can raise the Qiushui sword, but it can't raise other swords.

"Where did it come from?"

"Styx."

Grass Hotaru said calmly, "I need some Styx power. ”

Nandao suddenly realized, yes, the Qiushui Sword and the Cliff Master Qiushui are both from the southern part of Huangliang that has the autumn water known as the tail of the Styx, so they can naturally raise the broken Qiushui Sword, just looking at the grass as a firefly, and a little curious: "What do you want the power of the Styx to do?" ”

Grass thought for Hotaru and said, "Because I want to know something." ”

Nandao didn't ask, nodded, and walked towards the cloister with his sword in hand.

"Don't practice swords?"

"I don't practice anymore."

Nandao walked through the cloister towards the outside of the Hanging Courtyard.

Just now, he suddenly remembered the letter he had written.

I don't know if the rat sent the letter.

All the way out of the Hanging Courtyard, through the streets and alleys to the Nanyi River, although the rats are drifting on the river.

But no one knew exactly where she would appear, so Nandao searched all the way with an umbrella.

After walking for a long time, I saw a rat and rat that was silent by the river.

The rat looked at Nan Dao who was walking with a sword on her back from a distance, but at this time she was really not in the mood to say hello and chat, but Nan Dao walked directly towards her.

Only then did the rat and rat say hello in a low mood: "Morning, Nandao." ”

Nandao was silent for a while, looking up at the sky, although it was raining, he could still tell that it was already afternoon.

"You're early, too, rat." Nandao thought about it, but returned it with a rat greeting.

"Do you have anything to do today?"

The rat sat on the bow of the boat with his legs crossed, dangling his little feet, and said weakly.

Nandao looked at the behavior of the rat and felt very strange, and said, "It's nothing, I just want to ask if you have sent my letter." ”

"Didn't you ask before?" The rat patted his chest lazily and said, "It's been sent out a long time ago, maybe it's already in the East China Sea." ”

Nandao was silent for a while, he could naturally guess who had asked, but he didn't say it, just said, "Oh, I forgot, by the way, what's wrong with you?" ”

The rat sighed and said, "I did a good deed and didn't take any money, but they suddenly said that the man was dead." ε=( ́ο'*))))Alas! ”

Nan Dao was stunned for a moment and said, "Is that person you are talking about Liu March?" ”

"Do you know anything?" There was a light in the eyes of the rat rat, and he looked at Nandao and asked.

It's a pity that Nandao shook his head and said, "I just heard about it." ”

The light in the eyes of the rat disappeared instantly, and he sat at the bow of the boat with his cheeks bent, and said weakly: "Okay then." ”

Nandao stood by the river, looking at the rats on the boat, and knew that she probably didn't want to talk to people, so she said a little and planned to leave.

But the rat suddenly remembered something and stopped Nandao.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Nandao turned around, looked at the rat and asked, "How can you help?" ”

The rat tilted his head and sorted out his thoughts, feeling that he still needed to make sure in order to know if Liu March was really dead.

"Help me go to the Heavenly Prison in the west of the city to find out the news, and see if Liu March is really dead?"

Nan Dao was stunned and said, "How can I find out, I don't know the people from Heavenly Hell." ”

Rat Mouse thought for a moment and said, "Just listen to the wall root nearby, I think this thing is very weird." ”

Nandao was silent for a while and said, "Are you unwilling to let your money fly away like this." ”

The rat blushed.

"You, how can you smear people's innocence out of thin air!"

Nandao pointed to the piece of cloth with the words written on it on the rat ship.

"I'm right."

Rat ripped the cloth off with his backhand.

"......" Nan Dao was silent, looked at the rat and said: "Okay, I'll go and see, after all, I haven't even entered the Heavenly Hell, if you really can't hear anything, don't blame me." ”

"Thank you, thank you." Rat Mouse said gratefully, "Next time you ask me for help, I won't cheat you." ”

“......”

......

Ximen sorted out the case files that had not been burned in the Heavenly Prison, lest someone from the Heavenly Prison of Shanyue City take over, and the Heavenly Prison of Nanyi City was still in chaos. Then he carried the broken knife on his back and walked outside.

Just then, he suddenly remembered something.

The night of the baptism on All Souls' Day.

Before Qiu Xi'er left, she once made a sword to watch the sea.

At that time, although the West Gate was not in Nanyi City, it was also on the surrounding green hills.

He naturally remembered that Qiu Xi'er had borrowed a sword from the world at that time, and if he remembered correctly, that sword seemed to be a sword that conformed to the shape of the murder weapon.

During that time, Qiu Xi'er had been staying in the Hanging Courtyard, so the whereabouts of the sword may be related to someone in the Hanging Courtyard.

Ximen left the Heavenly Hell this time to go to the Hanging Courtyard.

Although his thoughts were simple, Simon stayed at the gate of the Heavenly Hell for a long time before leaving.

As he had thought before, he didn't know what the person who had come to the Heavenly Hell repeatedly had anything to do with the Grinding Sword Cliff, but he decided to continue investigating.

There is nothing in Hell that cannot be offended.

But the meaning of the existence of this human priest is that he is destined to take some extreme paths.

Simon watched in the rain for a long time, and then walked out with an umbrella.

Not long after leaving the West Gate, Nandao appeared in this alley with an umbrella.

The South Island has been very strange along the way.

The vicinity of the Heavenly Hell was exceptionally quiet, and he didn't know what was going on, which made Nandao feel a little apprehensive.

Although he shouldn't have done anything, in Beitai's words, he is just a small villager in the countryside, and he shouldn't be stared at by the heavenly hell, but he walks in such a deep silence.

Nandao still feels a little crazy.

While looking around, he walked to the door of the Heavenly Hell.

Nandao was just going to pretend to pass by, but he never thought that the gate of the Heavenly Hell was not closed.

Nandao looked around, and there were no passers-by, thinking about the eager anticipation of the rats, Nandao gritted his teeth and stuck his head in with the door.

There are few pear blossoms in the courtyard, it looks gray, I don't know what happened, it seems that there is still a smell of being burned by fire, but it is pressed in the rain of late spring, and some can't smell it.

What happened?

The South Island is confused.

Isn't it said that Hell is a gloomy and mysterious institution?

Why does it look so bleak?

Not a single one?

Nandao hesitated a little, tiptoeing inside.

After carefully looking around the courtyard for a long time, Nandao walked along the pear blossom path towards the inside.

The door of the inner courtyard was also open.

Nandao cautiously peeked inside, revealing a strange expression, and there was still no one inside.

Aren't those passers-by all talking, saying that because of Liu March's death, the people from Heavenly Hell have returned?

Nandao walked suspiciously towards the courtyard, passing through a large field of pear blossoms and plum blossoms, and the first thing Nandao saw was the burned yard on the left.

Oh, there's a fire, and it looks like it's pretty unlucky.

Bad luck, bad luck.

Nandao thought so, looking to the right-hand side.

The door on the right-hand side was open, and there was a dark courtyard inside, and Nandao walked over lightly, feeling that something was wrong, and he was not here to be a thief, why did he do this.

So Nandao limped but swaggered into the courtyard.

There were a lot of debris on the courtyard road, and Nandao was forced to step on the path under the tree on the side, and there was a hall in sight, Nandao originally planned to go in directly, looked at the mud on his shoes, and rubbed it down the steps very carefully.

Then he walked in satisfied.

The entrance is a pile of case files with traces of incineration, Nandao flipped through it casually, and did not see any useful news, so he walked around, there was a table on the side, some of the ink spilled on it had not yet dried, and there was a sword that looked very imposing on the side, someone should have been in it before, and it seemed that something had been written, Nandao didn't know what he wrote, so he ignored it, and looked to the side, only to find that there was a bloodstained green robe hanging there.

Nandao walked over and looked at it for a while, and there was a sentence written on it.

It should be the clothes of Liu March, who is said to be from Qingtian Dao?

The clothes are like this, and people should not be able to live.

Nandao pondered for a long time, and wanted to bring his clothes over to show the rats, but after thinking about it, he forgot it, after all, he didn't come to be a thief.

After searching for a long time, but not finding anything useful, Nandao walked out the same way and carefully.

Walking all the way down the Ewha Road and stopping at the door, Minamijima suddenly glanced back for some reason.

Then he frowned.

For some reason, he felt that this scene was very familiar.

Have you ever been to Hell?

Nanjima thought for a long time, shook his head, and walked out.

But Nandao did not leave immediately, but went out of the alley and sat down with an umbrella under a tree on a nearby street corner.

Some old man under the tree was sighing and talking about something.

According to them, the news of Liu March's death was spread by people in the vicinity.

First-hand information, there should be no changes in the form of false rumors.

Nandao listened quietly.

"Oh, you don't know, I saw that man running through the streets early in the morning with a bloody dress, and it scared me to death."

"So what the hell is going on?"

"We don't know, anyway, the one who took over the Heavenly Prison called Dongmen said in person that Lord Liu is dead."

"It's called Simon."

"It's all doors anyway, and it can't be a window."

"Heavenly Hell is also unlucky, first there was an internal rebellion, and then last night it was burned again, and today is good, Liu March is still dead."

"Tsk."

Nandao held an umbrella and listened silently.

Someone walked by, and seemed to be in a hurry, knocking the umbrellas of the South Island a little.

"I'm sorry." The man didn't look back, but said politely.

Nandao glanced at the man's back, carrying a broken knife on his back, looking like he was injured a little, and he staggered away, not knowing what he was going to do.

After listening back for a while, the old men had already begun to talk about a green worm the size of a thumb crawling out of the grocery shopping.

So Nandao left with an umbrella.

Simon was about to enter the alley with the broken knife on his back, when his heart suddenly moved, and he looked back at the street corner, but saw nothing, only a group of old men bragging about it.

The person I accidentally bumped into earlier is gone.

Simon vaguely remembers that he seems to have two swords on his back?

After a little silence, Simon didn't think much about it and walked back to Hell.

He was only halfway through when he remembered that he had forgotten to bring Di Qianjun's sword.

Although the sword is not a good sword, it is the identity of the southern dispatcher after all.

If you accidentally lose it, it's a bit of a problem.

So Simon hurried back to get his sword.

Just walked into the courtyard of the Heavenly Hell, and Simon raised his eyebrows.

There are some footprints in the yard.

Simon crouched down and looked at it for a while, almost exactly like the footprints that night.

Simon raised his hand to grasp the broken knife and cautiously walked towards the courtyard.

The shallow footprints went all the way to the inner courtyard, and then went straight to the prison yard.

Simon sneered, and sure enough, the man had not given up.

Although Simon was badly wounded, he was still Simon.

So he held the broken knife and headed for the prison yard.

The footprints passed through the pear blossom path and then to the front of the courtroom.

Simon looked silently at the mud rubbing on the steps and clenched the knife in his hand.

It's too much of a deception!

Simon took the knife and went to the lobby of the prison court.

There was nothing in it.

The man had long since left here.

Simon looked at the case file that had been turned over and took a deep breath.

Don't give the to me.

Simon was so angry that he wanted to chase him out to have a look, but now he is still recovering from a serious injury, and if that person wants to leave, Simon will naturally not be able to catch up.

It seems that the hell has become a vegetable market, and people come and go here.

It took Simon a long time to calm down, checked it, and didn't lose anything, even Di Qianjun's sword, it was still on the table.

Simon sighed, although Jane's strength is not good, but in terms of managing the Heavenly Hell, they are naturally much stronger than themselves - at least it will not be such a messy situation.

When will the people from the Heavenly Hell of Mountain Moon City come!

After standing in the prison for a long time, Ximen suddenly took the sword of Di Qianjun and left the prison again.