The first thing I saw was a flowing black night dome with a faint galaxy swirling.

There seemed to be many points of light floating between the stars—like the color on the cheeks of a woman walking by the river in March in the world.

Then a large expanse of flowing white appeared in front of the eyes.

It seemed to be a man, reaching out to the water.

So Nandao subconsciously reached out and held the hand.

"Whoa."

It was only after the crisp sound of the water breaking that Nandao realized that neither the black night dome nor anything else was still.

What flows is a lake of clear water.

Nandao was lying on the edge of the lake, spitting on the choking water while looking around.

Above the black night dome were not dim galaxies, but many slowly swirling, stationary whirlpools of isolated islands.

In the distance, there was a huge peach tree, the canopy of which hung quietly under the night dome, and countless peach blossoms were slowly flying.

Coming down again, there was the man in white with peach blossoms on his face in front of him, and countless clear streams and rivers spreading behind him.

There seems to be some wind and rain in this land, but the South Island has not found out where it is.

But maybe it is those winds and rains that will make so many abundant Qingxi rivers appear on this land?

Nandao finally vomited the water in his stomach, reluctantly sat up, and looked back at the big lake.

Many streams come together, as if they were nodes in this great lake, and then diverge again on the other side of the great lake.

There seems to be a sea in the distance.

However, it was a far, far away thing, so the South Island was not sure if it was the sea, or if it was just a large lake, like the thing in front of him.

"Do you remember?"

The voice of the man in white sounded very calmly on the side.

Nandao turned his head and looked at him, his name was Peach Blossom, and he was a person who lived with him.

You don't have to think about it, something like this comes to mind naturally.

So what do you have to think about?

The South Island also asked

"What do I have to think?"

Peach Blossom didn't speak, but the peach blossoms on her face were swaggering, and they were crimson, not bright red.

Maybe it's also thinking about what the South Island should think?

So he decided to start with the first question.

"Who are you?"

Nandao smiled and said, "Of course I'm the South Island, is it still the North Island?" ”

Peach Blossom fell silent and said softly, "Don't you wonder why you're here, and where is this?" ”

Nan Dao looked back at the big lake that had submerged him for an unknown amount of time, and said slowly: "This is my Divine Sea, and I am here because I have suffered a lot of weight, and I can only nourish my divine soul here. ”

The top petal of Peach Blossom's face moved.

Nandao looked at his appearance reflected in the lake and felt that he should be raising his eyebrows vividly.

It's a pity that he doesn't have eyebrows.

"I didn't hear those voices."

This phrase refers to the voice of the thoughts in Nandao's heart in the sea of gods.

Nandao said calmly: "Because I didn't think about it. ”

There are some things that he does know the result, but he doesn't know why.

Maybe that wasn't pleasant.

Full of pain.

So he didn't think about it.

Peach Blossom then stood quietly by the lake and said nothing.

Nandao sat for a long time, finally recovered from the long-term depression under the water of the big lake, let out a long breath, stood up, looked back at the abundant vitality streams and rivers coming towards the big lake, and asked, "Is the flower thanks?" ”

Peach Blossom said calmly: "I don't know, while you were sleeping, I was also forced to start resting. ”

Nandao looked back at Peach Blossom in surprise and asked, "Why?" ”

Peach Blossom said slowly: "Zhang.... That sword hurt you too badly, more than ever, and if it weren't for the fact that someone had hidden something in your Divine Sea, you would have been dead by now. ”

"What's that?"

Peach Blossom didn't mention the man with the sword, and neither did Nandao.

It's just that Peach Blossom didn't answer this question, so Nandao lowered his head and unbuttoned his shirt and looked into his heart. There is a half-damaged wind and rain dao technique there, maybe it was pierced by a sword, so that those wind and rain leaked out, so that even if Nandao left the big lake, his body was still wet.

Nandao finally knew where the first sounds of wind and rain came from.

Where did this come from?

How did he appear so subtly in this position in the heart?

Nan Dao looked at the sword wound in his heart that was still not healed, and there were countless wind and rain surrounding him, protecting his heart.

Those storms that were once supposed to disturb the peace of the world with a sense of slaughter are like gentle spring rain at this time.

"Who left this?"

Peach Blossom may know something, and said calmly: "That's Bai Fengyu's Dao technique." ”

"White wind and rain?"

Peach Blossom lowered her head, maybe she was looking at the wind and rain, maybe she was looking at Nandao, who felt that she wanted to pluck the peach blossom from his face and see if there were any eyes underneath.

"The previous generation of Qingtian Dao Masters, the most talented person in the past hundred years. Bu Operator is his disciple. In March, he was in the city of Nanyi. ”

Peach Blossom said very briefly.

So Nandao seemed to understand why there was such a storm in his heart.

Are the people of the Daomen so idle, counting the lives and deaths of others every day?

Nandao lowered his head and looked at the rest of the wind and rain in his heart, so where would these wind and rain go? Nandao didn't think about it again, after all, he didn't know anything about fate.

I closed my shirt and touched it behind me, and the two swords were still there, but something seemed wrong.

Nandao glanced back, only to find that he didn't know which little genius had inserted the long Parrot Island in the scabbard, because the Parrot Island was too long, resulting in half of the sword body being exposed, and the peach blossom sword that was just right was wrapped in rags.

Looking at these two strange imagery swords, Nandao looked back at Peach Blossom and asked, "What did you do?" ”

Peach Blossom said calmly: "If you say such things, you are scolding yourself for being a fool." ”

Nandao shrugged his shoulders and walked slowly along the shore of the lake, towards the other end of the stream where the thousands of streams converged.

"What are you going to do?" Peach Blossom asked behind her.

"Go and see if the flower is grateful, aren't you able to hear the voice of Shenhai consciousness?"

"You didn't think about it."

"Ah, sorry, I forgot."

Minamijima said as he walked.

Peach Blossom stood in place, her face trembling, I don't know what the expression was.

Then he slowly followed.

The two of them walked along the streams of vitality that were about to cross the banks.

There was silence in the sea of gods, and the night dome was extremely remote, enveloping the whole land like an arc, and the peach blossoms that flew from the peach tree passed through those floating islands and went into the distance.

Nandao has not yet seen the end of the land of the Divine Sea.

Also wondering if there is an end here.

When he turned his head to look at the peach blossoms on the side, the man in white finally sensed the voice of Nandao Shenhai's consciousness.

"I don't know."

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "Since the god of grains is immortal, and he is not used diligently, then there is no such thing." ”

But not having borders is a desperate thing.

Yes and yes.

So Nandao didn't think about it anymore.

The two of them didn't know how long they had gone.

This land seems to be much wider than it was when the South Island first left.

Maybe it's because his soul is hurt, weaker and smaller.

"I don't know how long we've been asleep."

"Yes, but certainly not to be abandoned in the river and let the fish bite to death."

"Do fish still bite?"

The South Island was curious.

"Yes, they have some fine teeth, and when you have blood spilling out of them, they will find the smell and swarm up, gnawing at your flesh little by little, biting off your eyelids, eating your lips, and turning your tongue into their tongue."

Peach Blossom said very calmly things that made children creepy.

But the South Island is naturally not a child.

He's a teenager.

Peach Blossom then continued, "Sometimes he still talks. ”

"What?"

Peach Blossom turned her head to look at Nandao and said slowly, "I'm sorry, junior brother." ”

Nandao fell silent. He didn't know why Peach Blossom would suddenly bring up such a thing.

But he didn't speak, so Peach Blossom didn't say any more.

The two of them finally stopped at the beach.

Or rather, it can't be counted as a sea.

Because there is only one shallow bottom.

It's like someone drank a bowl of soup, but the last thin layer of oil and water was left at the bottom of the bowl.

Can you even clearly see the silt and some fallen leaves in the bottom layer of the South Island, and maybe shells?

But it's not really the sea.

When Nandao thought about it, he really saw something like a shell.

He walked towards the bottom of the sea with a strange expression.

It took a long time to reach the bottom of the sea, the water was very shallow and clear, and it was the water of vitality from those clear streams and long rivers.

There is clearly so much water flowing in, why is there only such a small amount of water?

Nandao looked at the surface of the water, barely reaching his calf, and bent down to pick up a white snail shell that was dimming in the faint light of the Night Dome Island.

"What is this?"

Nandao subconsciously turned his head, but found that Peach Blossom did not follow, so he asked very loudly: "Is this ~ ~ what ~ ?" ”

It was only after I finished shouting that I remembered that Peach Blossom could hear her own voice.

It's a bit stupid.

Nandao thought so.

Then the voice of the peach blossom came calmly from the seaside.

"Seeds."

"What seeds?"

"Dao Seeds."

Nandao said strangely, "But I haven't studied Taoism. ”

"I've learned." Peach Blossom's voice was calm.

Nandao didn't ask, turned his head to look at the white snail shell in his hand, thought about it, and put his head to his ear.

"To the extreme, keep quiet and ......"

Peach Blossom's calm voice came from there.

Nandao was startled and almost threw it out.

"What do you mean by Dao Seeds?"

Nandao took the snail shell from his ear and asked as he studied it.

"Taoism, like witchcraft, requires chanting, but that is too slow, unless it is a special case, few people will really do that, so it will leave seeds in the sea of gods. This way, you only need to pronounce a certain keyword. ”

Peach Blossom said calmly.

For example,

"Good is like water."

When Peach Blossom raised his hand to his chest and calmly said these four words, there were shells open on the bottom of the sea, quickly absorbing the vitality of those seabeds, and then quickly turned into a sermon and flocked to the peach blossoms standing on the coast, so the peach blossoms seemed to be cut off from this sea of gods.

The husband is indisputable, so there is no especially.

Nandao remembered this sentence from this paragraph.

So it was.

"What about the Void Pole?"

"That's the art of god-keeping."

Nandao looked at the shells in amazement.

"What else?"

Nandao picked up another shell and opened it, and there were many sermons engraved inside.

The road is wasted, but there is benevolence and righteousness.....

"It's a forbidden spell."

Nandao took the shell and looked at the peach blossoms on the seaside, and asked with some hope, "Can I use it?" ”

Peach Blossom said calmly: "No." ”

Regrettably, Nandao threw the shell into the bottom of the sea, and went to the center of the seabed without hesitation.

Sure enough, it's still your own sword that is the best.

But thinking about it, there is actually no difference, anyway, Peach Blossom can't die without saving.

Nandao thought casually, carrying the sword on his back and heading towards the faintly visible Dao tree.

As we got closer, the South Island was disappointed, full of white flowers, but not a single fruit.

Nandao stopped under the tree with his sword on his back, looked up at the white flowers among the green leaves, and tried to find a small green fruit in it.

So there was a wind in the sea of gods, blowing all over the trees and flowers, but they did not fall.

and there was no fruit.

It's just that Nandao saw an extremely large white flower in the middle of it, and that white flower was hidden in the deepest part of the ten thousand flowers, if it weren't for the gust of wind, Nandao really wouldn't have found the existence of this flower.

Raising his hand to swing away those small white flowers, Nandao quietly looked at the flower that was as big as the plate of his face.

Could this be the first white flower I saw?

Why is it so big that it hasn't withered yet?

Nandao thought suspiciously.

"Because you haven't really woken up yet." The sound of peach blossoms came clearly from the distant seaside.

"So it can only absorb the nutrients in the sea of gods and continue to bloom."

Hearing this, Nandao raised his hand and touched the petals of the white flower.

An incomparably pure and mighty power came from the flower, and it even contained countless engulfed sword intents in between.

Nandao's finger was bloodied.

"It's really a big flower."

Nanjima retracted his hand and looked at the flower in amazement.

It is conceivable that after this flower is gone, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi contained in the Dao Fruit formed is also incomparably huge.

"Then if all the people of the world are like this, closing the five senses and locking themselves in the sea of gods, then wouldn't all flowers become like this?"

"Yes, indeed." Peach Blossom's voice came slowly, "But in the South Island, the world can only live for a hundred years. Do you want to be the first person under the trail, or do you want to go to a higher place? ”

Nandao fell silent.

Yes.

Even existences like the saint Li Er or the Taoist saint Li Queyi have not lived for a hundred years.

Therefore, even if the world knows that slowly depositing and stabilizing the foundation can make oneself stronger in that realm, after all, it can only move forward without looking back in the urging of the years.

After the age of 30, people start to feel that they are getting old, and where can they think about such things again?

The avenue is like sailing against the current.

If you don't advance, you will retreat.

If you don't enter, you die.

"It's a time when talent is bigger than everything." Peach Blossom said calmly, "Unless." ”

"Unless what?"

Peach Blossom said slowly: "Unless your Mr. Yunhu can really find that way, so that the world can not enter the avenue, but also cultivate the road of immortality." ”

That may be far away.

Nandao thought.

Nandao let go of his hand and took a step back, looking up at the Night Dome of the Divine Sea.

There was a glimmer of light above the earth, perhaps the faint light of those white flowers, perhaps the sparkling light of those streams.

So the night dome seemed deeper.

"I should ......"

Nan Dao stopped halfway through this, because when his gaze unconsciously brushed over the cold sword intent exuding from the peach tree, fine snow appeared in his eyes again.

Against the black background, the snow was exceptionally bright.

It's like a galaxy.

Nandao didn't panic, just blinked, and the fine snow disappeared again.

"It's time for me to wake up."

Nandao said softly, carrying his sword, and turned to walk towards the bottom of the sea.

Peach Blossom watched quietly there.

Watching the young man walk, an extra image umbrella appeared in his hand. Then countless sword intents in the Divine Sea converged, surrounded him, and finally slowly disappeared into the Divine Sea.

Peach Blossom stood on the seashore, looking at the place where the boy disappeared for a long time, and then looked at the Dao tree at the bottom of the sea.

The wind of the sea of gods is swaggering.

So the huge white flower, surging with sword intent and vitality, began to slowly wither.

Out of customs.

......

There are mountains between heaven and earth.

There is also the mountain wind.

Nandao opened his eyes and found himself lying on top of a cliff.

The distant mountains are cloudy and mist, and the distant wind and green mountains are heavy.

It's very cute.

Nandao thought so.

When something hasn't been seen for a long time, it's always cute to think it's cute.

For example, the green mountains in the world.

It's the same when you want to come to Aoyama to see Minamijima.

But maybe it's not Aoyama anymore.

The South Island lay and looked at the countless peaks from near to far, the mountain wind was fluttering, and many leaves were falling.

Not cyan, but withered yellow, or fiery red—though the mountains were still a dull blue, but many colors that could be said to be withered or brilliant were already visible.

It seems that I must have slept for a long time.

The green mountains know that autumn is near, and the water shines on the red clothes.

Maybe it's autumn.

Nandao was curious, why did he wake up in the fall?

Is it because someone doesn't like summer?

Minamishima tried to sit up, but perhaps he had been asleep for too long, and he was not able to control his body.

So Nandao remembered the topic he had chatted with Chen He before.

It turns out that after meditating in the mountains for a long time, maybe not only will your legs be lame, but even people will not be able to move.

Nandao had no choice but to lie down, waiting for her consciousness to readjust to her body.

It's just that there are some strange voices behind him.

It's like someone is digging a pit.

There were also people gasping for breath.

Nandao listened strangely, but he couldn't sit up yet, so he could only lie down with curiosity.

Then he heard a familiar voice.

It's a woman, maybe a sword cultivator.

"Why are you digging a pit so grinding. In a moment, it is the best time for the junior brother to enter the earth for peace, if you miss the time, you see if I will beat you! ”

"I just thought, what if my junior brother hadn't died and would have woken up today?"

When Nandao heard these two words, he was startled, and he was frightened by this, but he really sat up and looked behind him.

Lu Xiaoxiao took the Lingnan sword cultivator who had seen it once on All Souls' Day, and was bending over with a hoe there, digging a grave with a sigh.

There is also a wooden board on the side, which reads - Lingnan Little White Sword Sect and Tianya Sword Sect share disciples, the tomb of Nandao.

There is also a line of small print in the lower right corner.

He was buried on September 9, 103 in the Great Wind Calendar.

“......”

It turned out that the tomb mountain should be like this when it saw me.

After all, the lonely grave will also be frightened when he sees the dead suddenly come back to life.

If the lonely grave could speak, there might be another sentence.

Fuck you, scare the hell.