As Chen He and Nan Dao said, the Sword Sect brothers launched an attack at the end of the 30th, but neither side ended up with any benefits, so it ended hastily.

It's just that for Nanyi City, some related stories and battles are visible, and some are not.

For example, an old unlucky scholar has been attacked twice on a certain high mountain.

But knowing it or not is not so important sometimes.

Because not all stories can be seen.

So in the early morning of March 31.

People were still worried about sword cultivation in the green hills outside.

Someone knocked on the door of Xiaozhuyuan.

When Yun Hu rubbed his eyes and opened the bamboo door that was still stained with early morning moisture, he saw the young man who was said to be a distant relative of Chen He standing outside the door.

"It's thirty-one today." Cao Weiying smiled and said, "Forget it, Mr. Yunhu." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to look at the smile on the young man's face, and thought for a long time before he remembered what he had said before.

So the probe looked outside the door for a long time, but when it looked like it was, it was only the grass for the firefly.

Yun Hu scratched his head and said with some puzzlement: "How to calculate?" ”

Cao Weiyi smiled, walked outside, and said, "Sir, come with me." ”

Yun Hu didn't know why, but out of trust in Chen He, he still kept up with the pace of this eccentric young man.

The two walked out along the bamboo forest path, and then walked in the direction of the Qingniu Courtyard, until they crossed the apricot blossom path and walked to the Jingsi Lake.

There was no one on the shore of Jingsi Lake, just some pen and paper by the lake.

This made Yun Hu a little confused.

How do you calculate that?

Cao Weiying walked to the place where he was sitting before, waited for Yun Hu to come over, sat down by the lake, and then looked at Yun Hu and said, "Sir, please take a seat." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to sit down on the side, thought about it, picked up the pen and paper again, and then looked at the young man in green clothes with doubts.

Then his expression became extremely surprised.

When the boy sat down by the lake and watched the flowers fall all over the lake, the subtle wind of the early morning suddenly stopped.

Many whirlpools suddenly rose in the quiet lake, and then slowly flew out, pulling countless lake waters, hovering around the young man.

The waters of the Lake of Meditation are connected to the tail of the river Styx, which naturally contains countless powers of the River Styx.

Yun Hu didn't know how to look at the power of the Styx that was drawn out of the lake water, and seemed to understand what the boy was going to do.

He's going to be a witch here!

Yun Hu looked at that scene in amazement.

The boy sat down in the power of the mighty Styx.

The way of witches and ghosts is to build the Wu River through the River Styx, such as the sea of gods on Huai'an Avenue.

It's just that even if it is a Huai'an cultivator, he will not absorb such violent power so roughly.

But the grass just sat there calmly, surrounded by countless powers of the River Styx, and then gradually turned into an extremely thin river around him at a certain moment.

The river flowed slowly, and then surrounded the boy, absorbing the power of the thousands of Styx drawn from the entire Lake of Meditation.

And so the river grew.

The aura on the boy's body was also climbing rapidly.

Yun Hu looked at it in a daze for a long time, and finally remembered what he should do, picked up the pen and paper, and began to look at the boy while constantly writing things on the paper.

The movement on the shores of the Lake is vast but calm.

Everything is going on in the silent wind.

Until the young man really stepped directly into the realm of spirit witches, Yun Hu didn't know that he still couldn't stabilize his mind.

In the hasty record, a lot of things have been written.

Looking at the young man by the lake who had calmed down, Yun Hu sighed and said, "The world probably doesn't know what kind of thing happened to this seemingly ordinary lakeside. ”

Cao Weiying raised his hand to summon the incomparably huge Wu River, and said with a soft smile: "Of course it's a good thing not to know. ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to think about it, it was true.

It's just that I'm still extremely curious.

"So how did you do it?"

Cao Wei Hotaru tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Probably, maybe, because this is just a low-level realm. ”

Yun Hu was silent for a long time.

Maybe I think this sentence is too pretentious.

Maybe it's true or I haven't been able to figure it out.

So Chen He, a distant relative, is actually a big man in the world?

Yun Hu didn't know how to look at the young man and thought silently.

Of course, there is no need to ask about it.

Yun Hu put away the pen and paper, got up and looked at Cao Weiying and said, "I need to go back to Xiaozhuyuan, and maybe I need the assistance of the gentlemen from the Institute of Mathematics and Physics." ”

Cao Weiying said with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry, Mr. can take his time." ”

Yun Hu nodded innostly, got up and walked towards the shore of Jingsi Lake.

It wasn't until I walked to the door of the apricot blossom path that I looked back at the grass as a firefly.

"Seniors think the spirit witches are very low?"

Grass smiled for Hotaru and said, "It's just a casual remark." ”

Of course, the spirit witch is not a very low realm.

It's just for the world.

Yun Hu didn't know what to say, he was shocked by some strange shocks early in the morning, and decided to go back and sleep first to see if it was the reason why he didn't wake up.

......

When Nandao opened his eyes, it was already early in the morning of the second day.

Chen He swept the ground under a big broom, heard the movement on the wind platform, raised his head to look at the platform, and asked very strangely, "Did you hear any sound in the morning?" ”

Nandao walked downstairs with the sword on his back, looked at him blankly, and said, "What sound?" ”

Chen He thought about it with his head on the broom, and said, "It's the kind of whirring wind, as if standing by the river." ”

"Hmm... It's not just the lake, it's got to be very high, and then you seem to be standing there, and you hear the wind that's very flamboyant. ”

Although Chen He described it carefully.

But Nandao shook his head in disappointment and said, "I didn't hear it." ”

Chen He raised his head from the broom and said helplessly: "Okay, maybe it's the hallucination caused by the dream I had last night." ”

Nandao was about to go out, but he looked back at Chen He curiously and asked, "What dream?" ”

Chen He tilted his head and thought for a long time, and said: "I just dreamed that I fell into a big river for some reason, the river was very cold and cold, I wanted to swim out, but I couldn't swim out, and then I screamed loudly." ”

Chen He stopped as he spoke, and paused for a while before saying: "Then I don't know what happened again, so Cao Weiying, an unlucky boy, came, and sat on his wine gourd as a boat, and walked around next to me, and then kept smiling and asked me if I would go to Old Dog Town." ”

"......." Nandao probably understood why Chen He had this dream.

It is estimated that because he was deceived by the grass for fireflies, he was unhappy in his heart, and he chattered all night, so he even dreamed of not going to Laogou Town.

While the two were talking, the grass was back drinking wine on the bamboo forest path.

"What are you talking about?" The grass stuffed the wine gourd for Hotaru and tilted his head to look at the strange-looking two and asked.

Chen He walked over with a broom in his hand.

The grass was a firefly and subconsciously dodged to the side.

"So do you need to shout that sentence?" Chen He grabbed the grass and tied it to the firefly reed.

Cao Weiying smiled and said, "Of course you need, I know, you must think I'm lying to you, don't you?" ”

"Isn't it?" Chen He felt ashamed when he thought that he was there in the middle of the night shouting that I was going to Old Dog Town.

Cao Weiying said innocently: "But this is your problem, I asked you what to call it, you said it yourself is called Old Dog Town, if you take the name of Heavenly Town like Nandao, do you think it is much more normal?" ”

Chen He was stunned for a moment, and then silently thought in his heart that I was going to Old Dog Town and I was going to Heavenly Town.

It seems that this is indeed the case.

For a while, I was not embarrassed to continue to pull the grass as a firefly.

Cao Weiying looked at Chen He and said, "So do you want to change your name, for example, Old Cat Town is indeed better than Old Dog Town." ”

Chen He sighed and said, "Forget it, I'm used to shouting." ”

Nanjima looked at it with a smile, then walked out along the trail and said, "Maybe I prefer dogs." ”

“......”

Cao Wei Hotaru looked at Nandao and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Go around town."

......

Nandao went out with a sword on his back.

Looking at the prosperous Nanyi City that is no longer in the past, it is a little uncomfortable.

Looking up over the green eaves that had fallen silent, the high city heads were already covered with Lingnan sword cultivation.

Occasionally, there was a sword light shuttling, but it was not urgent.

Nandao didn't know why, but always felt like she smelled the buns.

Then I remembered the somewhat inexplicable female sword cultivator, as if it was called, Lu Dada or Lu Xiaoxiao.

Nandao was patronizing and nibbling on buns at the time, and didn't pay much attention to what she said.

and she was not seen in the city from behind.

I don't know where to go.

When Nandao thought of this, he was a little silent.

Little people, little people.

But he did not decide to go to the city because of these little touches, but walked slowly through the streets and rivers with his sword on his back.

Because people were hiding in their homes, or going out of the city to the north, there was no one in the streets.

Even the business with rats and rats is not very good, moored in a small boat, in a daze by the river.

Nandao didn't bother her either, and the rat was really not in a good mood.

Although she has accepted the fact that Liu March is dead, the story of that penny is difficult to let go.

The South Island left there and roamed around the city.

Nandao walked for a while, but suddenly saw a slightly familiar figure not far ahead.

Mr. Ming?

Isn't he with Mr. Xie in the east of the city?

How did it end up here?

Nandao looked at the figure with some curiosity, and Mr. Ming was carrying a pot of wine, with two wine glasses hanging on the side of the pot, walking slowly on the side of the street.

Nandao thought about it, and since he had met, he should go and say hello.

After all, Mr. Ming also expressed kindness to himself at the beginning.

"Mr. Ming."

Nandao walked up with his sword on his back, called out to Mr. Ming, and when he turned around, he saluted.

Mr. Ming was not very surprised when he saw Nandao, maybe it was because of his personality, but he said calmly: "Why are you here?" ”

Nandao said softly: "It's a little boring to stay in the courtyard, come out and relax." ”

Mr. Ming nodded, but also said, "Try not to come out, just stay in the courtyard with other students." ”

Seeing that Mr. Minamijima had an obvious intention of leaving, he hesitated a little and asked, "Sir, where are you going?" ”

Mr. Ming was silent for a while, looked down at the wine in his hand, and said slowly: "There is a person I haven't seen for a long time, and I happened to meet him today." ”

Mr. Ming probably misunderstood something, looked at Nandao and said, "Do you want to go together?" ”

Nandao didn't understand why Mr. Ming asked such a question at first, until he saw the witch robe on Mr. Ming's body, he reacted, bowed and said: "Mr. misunderstood, I naturally don't doubt Mr.'s attitude, just now I just saw Mr. in a hurry, so I asked, I'm really embarrassed." ”

Mr. Ming looked at the young man holding the black umbrella in front of him, but he also smiled rarely, and said, "You also go, maybe it will be better." ”

Nandao asked suspiciously, "Why?" ”

Mr. Ming said softly: "Because the person I want to see is a Nanchu Spirit Witch, and there is a third person present, so that the world can know that I am above board, and there is nothing else to think." ”

Nandao was stunned for a moment, looked at Mr. Ming, and remembered the things the two of them had said.

Mr. Ming is clearly not interested in recovering the glory of the Witch Cult.

Unfortunately, the South Island has no interest in the way of witches.

Seeing that Nandao was silent for a long time, Mr. Ming asked again: "What do you think?" ”

Nandao came back to his senses and said softly, "Naturally." ”

So Mr. Ming handed the wine in his hand to Nandao.

If you go with wine, you can be considered a person who participates.

It may be possible to go empty-handed and call for tailgating.

The two of them headed for the west of the city.

They came to the top of the city to the west.

In the distance, a man dressed in intricate witch robes stood by the tower.

When Nandao saw the man, his expression became strange.

Turning his head to look at Mr. Ming on the side.

I watched it back and forth several times.

It was determined that these were indeed two people.

It's not just because the former's witch robes are complicated, but also because there is a mysterious color.

The man was older than Mr. Ming.

Nandao was carrying wine, but he was also a little nervous when he walked here.

After all, what is in front of him is not a big witch.

It's a spirit witch.

It is equivalent to the repair of Huai'an's avenue.

And seeing that Mr. Ming needs to avoid suspicion, he should also be standing on the opposite side of Nanyi City.

Do you want to tell Zhang Xiaoyu about them secretly?

As Nandao thought so, he noticed that there was a sword hovering in front of the man in the complicated witch robe.

Goji sword.

When Nandao saw the sword, he realized that he didn't need it.

Because the Human Sword Sect naturally knows about it.

The senior brother sitting alone on the tomb hill had been watching many things.

Nandao relaxed a little, and those uneasiness subsided a lot, and slowly walked over with Mr. Ming with a drink.

The two walked to the edge of the city tower, the man turned around, glanced at Nandao who was carrying wine, looked at Mr. Ming, and said calmly: "This is your disciple?" ”

Mr. Ming walked to the city wall, looked at the mountains in the distance, and said slowly: "It's just a gatehouse in the courtyard, I just happened to meet it, and I helped bring wine over." ”

The man chuckled softly and said, "It seems that you really don't want the world to misunderstand. ”

Mr. Ming took the wine in Nandao's hand, took off the wine glass and placed it on the city, poured two jugs of wine, stuffed the jug back to Nandao, and said softly: "Since I am above board, I naturally don't need to be contaminated with some filth that may lead to misunderstanding. ”

"You actually couldn't have come, I came to Nanyi City just because of an accident." The man looked back at the Hanging Courtyard, but unfortunately he couldn't see where the strange boy had gone.

This person is naturally a mayfly.

"Whether it's an accident or a deliberate one, since you're here, it's natural to come and see you."

Mr. Ming picked up the wine glass, and although he poured two glasses of wine, he didn't mean to invite him, and drank it by himself.

The mayfly walked over, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip.

The wolfberry sword hovered behind the three of them.

Nandao stood silently with a wine jug, he naturally didn't know what the two were talking about.

The two of them just drank in silence.

After a long time, Mr. Ming spoke slowly: "You have to do this?" ”

Ming mayfly said calmly, "Yes." ”

"Restoring the glory of witches and ghosts is a meaningless thing, it is already old, and it should naturally be old."

"Then why did you choose to cultivate witches and ghosts instead of the Great Dao in the first place?"

"Because I'm also an old-fashioned person."

Hearing this, the mayfly chuckled softly.

"So you just want to see it stale? Being the widow of a forgotten story is just a matter of pleasing oneself is even more pointless than letting the world see something again. ”

Mr. Ming drank quietly, looking at the mountains and the green mountains in the south.

The flames of war have not really burned yet, everything is just a small fight.

"But what you have to do is not only meaningless, but it will also hurt the world." Mr. Ming said calmly, "Let the world hear the name of the Witch Ghost Cult again, and use war is the most inferior way." ”

"You want to say Hanging Courtyard?"

"Yes."

"But it's too slow." Ming mayfly said lightly, "What is in that Daze green mountain, you know better than the Huai'an people, you are also a person who came out of the belief in gods and ghosts, since the goddess has come to the world, we have to make corresponding changes for this." ”

"If the goddess had mercy on the world, she would not have responded to such acts."

"The world is divided into you and me, and those people outside Nanyi City can appear here, which already shows the attitude of the goddess."

Ming Mayfly said calmly.

"We are not great war artists, but the clumsy but manic war is enough to leave a strong mark on the hearts of the world—to believe in gods and ghosts, you need to hear her name, know her protection, and meet her likes and dislikes."

"The wind of Yunmengze has blown us, and we will blow the stories in those winds to the world."

"In other words, we are the gust of wind blowing towards the world in Yunmengze."

Mr. Ming drank all the wine, and after listening to the words, he didn't have any emotion, but said slowly: "It seems that you are not suitable for drinking the wine of Nanyi City." ”

Ming mayfly smiled, took a sip of the wine in the glass, and said, "I think I'm a good fit." ”

Mr. Ming didn't say anything more, put down his glass, and turned to walk under the city.

Ming Mayfly looked at Nandao, who was carrying wine on the side, and asked, "What about you?" ”

Nandao held the umbrella and thought for a while, and said, "I think your brain is a little bad." ”

The mayfly chuckled softly and disappeared above the city.

Nandao quietly looked at the remaining witch marks, and then looked at the wolfberry sword.

The latter did not move, but turned into a sword light and fell back to the tomb mountain.

Looking back at the city, Mr. Ming had already walked far away in silence.