The night is silent, and maybe something will happen.

Maybe not.

Someone carrying a lantern stood calmly on a long dimly lit street.

The robe was wide, and the stick carrying the lantern was retracted into the sleeve, and if a pedestrian passed by, he might be alarmed to see a robe holding a lantern on a street corner.

But it was late at night, and it was very quiet in Nanyi City, so naturally no one noticed it.

This is Dongcheng Street.

At the end is the gate to the east of the city.

The man stood there quietly with a lantern in his hand, and there was also a lantern above his head, but it had been extinguished, and only the lantern in his hand was emitting a faint light.

Nothing was seen, nothing was done.

Just standing quietly, maybe waiting for something.

That thing can be a person or an umbrella.

Or.

A man with an umbrella.

He didn't know if someone would come back.

But in the dead of night, there was a senior brother sitting on the tomb mountain, and that instinctive fear made him not want to disturb anything.

So if someone doesn't come back, he will look for it the next day when the gates are opened.

After waiting for a long time.

The man chuckled softly.

Someone came back.

Maybe still holding an umbrella.

He also carried two swords on his back.

He didn't care why the boy had come back.

For him, it's just a matter of coming back.

So he tightened his grip on the lantern and stepped back a bit, into the darkness under the eaves of the long street.

No one from outside the city could come in.

So naturally, we have to wait for the dawn.

......

Nandao stopped at a mountain road outside the city with an umbrella.

Looking at the heavy and closed city gate from afar, Nandao did not go any further, found a mountain rock on the side of the mountain road, and then sat down against the mountain stone.

The night shouldn't be long.

Nandao looked up at the increasingly sparse and dim starlight in the distant sky, and closed his eyes on the edge of the rock.

The vitality of heaven and earth slowly converged towards this place.

It constantly fills the streams and rivers in the sea of gods.

After going to Nanyi City to say goodbye to Zhang Xiaoyu and them, Nandao was going to go somewhere else.

Naturally, we must seize the time to restore those divine seas that have dried up for some reason.

Nan Dao walked in the land of the Divine Sea with two swords on his back.

Peach Blossom had returned to the Sea of Gods, with her back to the South Island, sitting under the huge peach tree.

Nan Dao stood by a certain stream, looking at the man in white from a distance, and then his gaze went upwards and fell on the sword intent above the peach tree, where this sword intent came from, he still didn't know.

It's just that as his own sword intent continues to grow, Nandao sees that sword intent again, but he feels more and more that the chill and edge on it are terrifying.

The five thousand words of the green ox were suspended on the upper floor.

Although Nandao didn't know why it entered the Divine Sea, he was also vaguely aware that it was suppressing the edge of that sword intent.

Nandao watched quietly, no one told him the answer in the sea of gods, so he could only guess for himself.

Countless vortices absorbing vitality floated at the top.

It's like an island.

An island in the south.

Nandao didn't know why, but she suddenly had this thought.

Then he smiled self-deprecatingly, and walked in the direction of those Yuan Qi streams, towards the deeper part of the Divine Sea.

Until it stopped somewhere on the shore of a lake where a lot of water had been re-gathered.

It was here that I woke up with a big dream in the South Island that day.

Peach Blossom stood beside him and said something very strange to him.

Nandao suddenly couldn't remember what Peach Blossom was talking about at the time.

It's like he can't tell if the town in his dream really existed.

So it became a rootless duckweed, drifting in the world.

Yes, rafting.

Nandao suddenly remembered the last words of Peach Blossom - it's time for us to continue drifting.

Nandao stood on the shore of the lake and watched in silence for a while, skirting the great lake.

Continue to walk farther afield.

Until they stopped at the seashore somewhere that seemed to have some rudimentary shapes.

There is no water at the bottom of the sea.

The South Island heads to the parched seabed.

I don't know how long I walked, but I finally reached the lowest level.

It seems that there was once water here.

And the parched earth looks like silt.

In the midst of the mud, there was a small, green tree rooted there.

The top is clean, there is no flowering, and there is no fruit.

Nandao looked at the tree as tall as himself in silence, but he was silently thinking.

In the end, there is such a tree, and then there is such a sea.

Or is it the other way around?

He didn't know that when he saw it, both were here at the same time.

Nandao thought in silence for a moment, then sat down under the tree.

It's like a peach blossom sitting under a peach tree.

As Nandao sat under the trees, the islands suspended above the heavenly dome in the sea began to speed up.

In the distance, there seems to be a stream that merges into a large river, coming with the sound of gurgling water, but it is still far away.

It also seems to be drizzling above the sky.

There must be water to call the sea.

Nan Dao listened quietly, and the two swords behind him came out of their sheaths and fell into the drizzle of those divine seas, and the sword intent that was swimming in the stream like a fish jumped out and went around the two swords.

Missing.

But after all, it is in the sea of gods.

Nandao didn't care, and raised his hand and pressed it on the Dao tree in front of him.

The branches and leaves of the Dao tree trembled lightly, exuding a pleasant aura.

Nandao, however, instantly had the vision of the entire Shenhai.

It was like standing at the highest point of those distant divine seas.

Countless islands flow in the darkness like countless lonely stars.

A drizzle of rain slowly falls on the ground from where it is not visible.

There seems to be some sermons circulating in the five thousand words of the green cow.

That sword intent was quietly suspended.

Peach Blossom sat quietly under the peach tree and looked up at the sky.

There are two streamers dragging the tail wings, shuttling around in the drizzle of stars.

Nandao watched calmly, and then his gaze followed the streams of vitality like leaf veins, and fell to the extremely small seabed.

There are small people sitting in front of trees with umbrellas.

Finally a stream converged behind him, and the first drop of water fell to the bottom of the sea.

There seemed to be some swaggering white on the green tree.

What is that?

Nandao was stunned.

He let go of his hand and looked back at him.

Look up at the tree in front of you.

On a certain branch, a small white flower bloomed tremblingly.

Nandao watched quietly for a long time and seemed to understand something.

When it blooms, it is about to bear fruit.

When it blooms, it is the best time to go out of the customs.

April can also be late spring.

stepped on the wind of late spring, and never looked back at the world again.

Therefore, Hanyaguan has always been outside the world.

Nandao looked up at the five thousand words of the green cow on the sea of gods, but he inexplicably thought of a question.

The person who rode the green ox back then, when he went out of the customs, what kind of flowers did he see?

The South Island was curious.

But more than two thousand years have passed.

None of this is known for a long time.

Maybe it's just ordinary, blooming on a spring branch, some unknown little white flower.

It's like the one on the tree in front of me.

Nandao closed his eyes and didn't think about it again.

......

On the third day of April, the third day of the Great Wind Calendar, there was a light rain.

The South Island woke up to the sound of banging on the umbrella.

Light rain in the mountains and forests.

There were a lot of green and yellow leaves on the road, and they were shaking in the rain.

Holding the umbrella tightly at all times is a bit inconvenient, but it also avoids some sudden situations.

For example, this rain that I don't know when.

The sky was still a little dark, and the gates of Nanyi City had not yet opened.

Nandao sat beside the rocks, quietly watching the rain, and then stretched out his hand and reached out into the rain.

There is no rain or snow, and there is no sky.

Actually, the main thing is the latter.

When I saw the rain and snow, it was uncomfortable at most, such as coughing and barking as a pig.

See the sky......

Nandao didn't think about it, but remembered a big dream before waking up.

Maybe Mr. May's story.

Nandao sat silent for a while, the flowers in the sea of gods were still blooming, and they might soon wither and turn into a green fruit hanging on the green trees.

It may not be long before many flowers bloom before the first fruit grows.

Nandao stood up with an umbrella, looked at the sky in the rain, felt that it should be almost over, straightened the two sword systems behind his back, and walked in the direction of Nanyi City.

The gates did open when the South Island was on the road.

Nandao walked forward on the rainy road with an umbrella, only to stop when he was about to approach the city gate.

There is a human sword sect in the city.

So even though the fighting in the south continued, no one was here to check on the people who came in and out.

So when the heavy door was opened, it stood empty in the rain in the distance.

Passing through the dimly lit castle cave is a long street.

On the corner of the street there was a man in a wide robe, carrying a lantern that had been burned out, and stood quietly.

When Nandao looked over, he looked up as well.

So they looked at each other.

The world is silent.

Nandao thought that somewhere she might have seen the man with the missing lower lip.

But he couldn't remember.

It's just that the picture in front of me is too weird, and I can't help but stop in the South Island.

I don't know why, Nandao subconsciously decided that the person was waiting for him.

So he stood in the rain outside the city with an umbrella, and raised his hand to hold the peach blossom sword behind him.

The man on the corner just watched calmly, and then looked at the lantern in his hand that had been extinguished, and only the layer of paper skin that looked a little pale in the rain, but he opened his mouth to say a word.

"Actually, in my imagination, I should have been in that alley, carrying a lantern, a lantern as red as blood, sitting on the wall, watching you die. But then I thought it was too risky, you should have learned the sword of the Sharpening Sword Cliff, maybe you could ignore the person from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, and when we let our guard down, a sword stabbed out, which would seem stupid, so I didn't go later. ”

This sentence is very long, and the person carrying the papier-mâché lantern speaks very slowly, so he speaks for a long time.

The sound was not loud, but the rain in the early morning was not loud either, so Nandao still listened to the whole sentence intermittently.

So Nandao understood who the man on the corner was.

The flower that should have died is not happy.

Nandao clenched his sword, but did not draw it, nor did he ask in shock.

How did you not die?

If it had been before, the South Island might have asked such a question, but not now.

Because such a thing, maybe like the disappeared Nanke Town, has no answer.

Or won't tell yourself the answer.

So he held the umbrella and clenched his sword, surrounded by the sword wind, shook a curtain of wind and rain, and went in the opposite direction of Nanyi City.

Hua Wuxi, who came back to life in his brother's corpse, just calmly watched the back of Nandao as he turned away.

There was no rush to catch up.

Of course, what he got was more than Childe's body without sorrow.

And many more.

For example, the cultivation of the body.

Although Gongzi Wubei was in the battle with Zhang Xiaoyu, most of the power of a witch and ghost was consumed.

But he is a spirit witch who blows the wind under Daze.

So deal with an Austrand who is just entering the Dao realm.

There is no reason to rush Hua Wuxi.

He lowered his head and looked at the lantern in his hand, the pale lantern, just like his face.

"We're so lucky."

The words fell, and Hua Wuxi's figure slowly disappeared from the street corner in the rain.

......

On the tomb mountain, Chen Huaifeng, who had a sword on his knees, opened his eyes and quietly looked at the east of the city.

Hua Wuxi, who reappeared in the eyes of the world through Childe's sorrowless body, of course he knew.

I just didn't care about this kind of thing.

The grievances of the world are the grievances of the world.

Although the Human Sword Sect is in the human world, it is not a dispute mediation center outside the vegetable market.

Chen Huaifeng looked at a young man running towards the green mountains outside the city, but he was thinking about a question.

Nandao also called himself senior brother.

Chen Huaifeng watched quietly for a long time, then closed his eyes again, fell into the sea of gods, and watched the Dao fruit fall into the sea.

Of course, not all juniors are juniors.

Senior brother naturally has boundaries.

......

When he realized that the person on the street corner was Hua Wuxi, Nandao also thought about running towards the city.

There is grass for fireflies in the city, and there are small fish.

But he hesitated for a moment while holding his sword, and still walked towards the outside of the city.

Not only on the day he was imprisoned, only Chen He, who was idle and wild, came.

It's even more because the flower in front of him looks very weird.

Above that figure, there was an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Nandao was not sure that he would really be able to step on the sword wind and enter this city in front of him.

So the South Island went outward.

He didn't know where he could go.

If it had been yesterday, he would have chosen to go to Nanke Town.

In Nandao's vague memory, it seems that he had heard Cong Blade say such a sentence.

I am an old acquaintance of your father.

But the town of Nanke, as its name suggests, has become a wasteland valley and a big dream.

Nandao didn't know where he should go, so he could only clench the sword in his hand.

But before he ran into the mountain road he came from, Nandao saw a figure holding a lantern, standing quietly by the side of the rock, standing there calmly.

Nandao stopped, pulled out the peach blossom sword from behind him, and stood there silently.

Hua Wuxi quietly looked at the young man holding an umbrella in the rain, as if thinking about the appearance of him limping after him with a sword a long time ago, so he said softly: "Now, it's time for me to chase you." ”

Nandao didn't run away, he wanted to try.

So he clenched his sword, stepped on a field of rain and fallen leaves, and before Hua Wuxi's words were finished, he stabbed at the figure by the rock.

From a human point of view, this sword is very fast.

It's a human sword that is not proficient.

It was once a sword that pierced flowers.

It's a pity that today's flowers are not yesterday's flowers.

Hua Wuxi looked at such an impolite teenager, and frowned very oldly, maybe living in his brother's body made him forget that he was actually a teenager.

So he raised his hand, but he held the sword directly.

The young man's sword was naturally able to hurt Hua Wuxi's body, but neither the sword intent nor the sword blade could pass the strong power of the witch in those palms.

Before Nandao's frightened expression could take shape, a huge force came from his hand, and the whole person was dragged by Hua Wuxi, and then thrown away into the distance.

It's like a farmer in a field catching a snake and smashing it to the ground with his tail.

The South Island was thrust to the ground.

Falling in a muddy water.

Hua Wuxi didn't make any next move, just wiped the rain on his hands on the lantern, and then looked at Nandao quietly.

"You should run, South Island."

Nandao gritted his teeth, picked up the sword that fell on the side, climbed up with a body of muddy water, and walked towards the rain with the sword wind.

Hua Wuxi stood calmly by the rock, and did not look at the direction in which Nandao was leaving, but looked back at Nanyi City.

Maybe a gaze once looked here, but eventually took it back.

That gaze didn't come from the top of the tomb mountain.

It's the Chengbei Sword Sect.

Somewhere under the Qingxi Stone Bridge.

So that gaze fell back into the stream, not on the mountain.

Hua Wuxi looked at it silently for a long time.

Whether it's in the past, or in the present.

The young man in white, who was once keen on playing cards, can always bring him a lot of fear.

But Hua Wuxi didn't want to admit it, just like many of the lies he had told to whitewash himself.

He lifted his shirt and looked at the body, which was covered in sword wounds.

Some of those sword wounds came from Zhang Xiaoyu, and some came from Cong Blade.

"Look, you're all scared of Zhang Xiaoyu."

Hua Wuxi said.

Said it very calmly.

It's like the truth.

Hua Wuxi closed his shirt, and a Wu River spread out around him.

The dilapidated Wuhe River is just slowly being repaired.

In the middle of the Great Ze and the Southwest Mountain Range, there is constantly the power of the River Styx coming towards this place.

Turned into the power of witches and ghosts, and filled in those shattered witch rivers.

Just like Chen Huaifeng once said, Hua Wuxi is different from Gongzi Wuxi.

He was born a spirit witch.

Those who are favored by demons and gods.

Hua Wuxi calmly watched the April rain, watching them fall in the growing Wu River that surrounded her.

There seems to be some nostalgia like the former son.

Hua Wuxi looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said softly, "Goodbye, my dear, hateful brother." ”

When his words fell, on the fallen leaves that had been knocked down by the rain.

There seemed to be a slight wind blowing in the world.

Then he rolled up a fallen leaf and went into the distance.

There is no end to the distance.

It is the Yellow Mountains.

There is a river Styx, which is rumored to be the home of all the world.

Hua Wuxi quietly watched the fallen leaves go away.

"If we weren't from the Northern Witch Dao, maybe we could really love each other."

Hua Wuxi turned his head without hesitation and walked towards a green mountain somewhere in the south of the world.