Nandao looked at the man who had walked in through the door and frowned.

Naturally, he didn't know the man.

Didn't even see the man in town.

It's just that the voice is a little inexplicably familiar.

It was a woman.

About twenty years old, with simple hair, gentle eyebrows and eyes, but proud, quite similar to the posture of the East China Sea Sword Xiu Qingjiao, wearing a very loose blue-green clothes, the style is not like the usual clothes of the world, if you connect a section of water sleeves, you can probably get on the stage.

Seeing this, Nandao subconsciously looked back at the end of the town.

There was no more babbling there.

The people in the town must have recognized this woman, and the woman must not have a very good temper.

It was only when the woman walked in and said indifferently that the person was killed by her, and the people who were drinking and sitting around would reluctantly agree.

"Kill well, kill well."

The woman didn't say anything more, and stood at the door of the town inn in the night, looking at the young man under the umbrella upstairs for a long time.

Nandao was still looking at the end of the town outside the rain eaves of the inn.

The people drinking on the first floor of the inn also noticed such an unusual scene.

glanced at the woman, and then looked up at the sword cultivator boy upstairs who had only moved in yesterday.

"Are you going to stay here until everybody forgets something?"

The woman's tone was a little unkind.

The icy meaning is very different from the babbling singing that is occasionally heard in the drizzle.

Nan Dao turned his head, looked at the woman quietly, and said calmly, "You are a disciple of the Human Sword Sect?" ”

The woman said lightly: "Someone's sword is not old, but the person is old, and he doesn't really want to get involved in these things, so this time, it's me who makes a move." ”

Nandao looked at the woman at the door for a long time.

It's just a pity that he didn't see anything.

Seeing that Nandao had been silent there, the woman turned around and walked towards the door, and said with some irony: "If you don't dare, it's better to stay in Lingnan all the time, Lingnan regards you as the morning light spark, and it may not be impossible to make a generation of major repairs in the future." ”

Nandao still just sat there quietly, facing the different colors of the people downstairs, maybe there was no turmoil in his heart, just quietly drinking.

It's just that probably only the young man Lu Xiaoer, who was sitting behind Nandao and holding a sword, could see some fine snow that occasionally appeared on the peach blossom scabbard.

At the end of the story, the crowd dispersed, and Minamishima walked back to the room with the sword on his back.

Outside the window, in the streets of Yuji Town, in the light of some lanterns, the woman was walking slowly.

He didn't look back, and walked straight back to the courtyard.

Probably really just because I came to this inn by myself.

Nandao stood there pondering.

Lu Xiaoer hesitated a little, looked at Nandao and asked, "What is Uncle Shi thinking?" ”

Nandao said calmly, "I'm wondering why she killed that person from Heaven. ”

Lu Xiaoer really didn't expect that Nandao still didn't think about his own things, but he was also curious, so he pondered for a while and said, "Maybe it's the pity that Yu Qing, or maybe she herself is also a person on the twelfth floor?" ”

Nandao whispered, "Who knows? ”

The night streets of the town soon became more and more crowded with the four people from the prison that day, and they probably learned some news from the townspeople, and went to the courtyard at the end of the town.

But it came out quickly, and there was no movement, and when he finally left, he burned the body of the heavenly jailer outside the town with a sword, and put it in a jar, perhaps bringing it back to Shanyue City.

In the clear light of the night moon, everything was deserted.

Faintly in the inn, I heard the babbling sound again.

Lu Xiaoer sat there and listened, and said softly, "This woman is really strange. ”

Nandao didn't speak, just looked up at the mountains on either side of the town.

Lu Xiaoer looked at his uncle on the side, but he had some very wonderful ideas.

"Do you think we can be like the grass for the fireflies?"

Lu Xiaoer's eyes lit up.

Nandao turned his head to look at Lu Xiaoer.

"Which one?"

Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Send snow." ”

Nandao was stunned for a moment, and stood by the window to look at the mountains again.

In the night, some of the extremely high mountains still carry some snow shining in the moonlight, like some kind of cold river lost in the world in winter.

Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, but he also shook his head and said, "This is not Heavenly Town, not to mention, you probably can't send so much snow to the town." ”

Lu Xiaoer also realized this, and the light in his eyes dimmed again, and he stood there holding his sword at a loss.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Lu Xiaoer said softly, "So tomorrow, Uncle Shi, you are going there?" ”

Nandao said calmly, "Yes. ”

It's just that after taking a sip of wine, Nandao was also a little annoyed, squinted at the small courtyard and said, "But this is indeed a very unpleasant thing." ”

Lu Xiaoer said puzzled: "What? ”

"Obviously, you yourself are ready to do something, but before that, someone came and ridiculed you. So whatever you do, it looks like you're being coerced into doing it. ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao's distress, but laughed, and said: "Lu Xiaosan is like this sometimes, the master wants him to go to some things, he plans to play for a while and then go, and when he is about to go, the master comes over with a broom." Every time my junior brother talked about this kind of thing, he was so angry that he died. And then it's going to make some mess. Uncle Shi, do you want to make trouble? ”

Nandao sighed and said, "Forget it." ”

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything more, walked to the side, and began to untie the strip of cloth in his other hand.

The injury on his hand is probably too good to be healed.

Lu Xiaoer changed the sword in his right hand to his left hand, danced twice, and sat down again.

Nandao looked at the movement on the side and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Lu Xiaoer said very seriously: "I still want to try it tomorrow." ”

Nandao looked at the sincere young man for a long time, nodded, and said, "Okay, pay attention to safety." ”

Lu Xiaoer hummed, and then went to bed and rested early.

Nandao sat down by the window, and his mind entered the sea of gods.

Peach Blossom's injuries have also calmed down a lot, after all, when she received the sword, Peach Blossom did not leave the Shenhai of the South Island, so naturally it would not be as serious as the last time, and the attack of hard Hua Wuxi.

Nandao's figure appeared outside the wind and snow grass house, standing on the path, looking at the peach blossoms.

Peach Blossom naturally understood what Nandao wanted to ask, and said calmly: "The first realm of the trail, but it is the sword cultivation of the Qinglian realm. ”

Nandao said softly, "So she's a little stronger than Green Pepper." ”

"It's much stronger, although she is not a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, but she is also a cultivated Sword of the Human Sword Sect."

Peach Blossom sat there and said very flatly.

"What's more, you also heard it, she will use that old sword's sword."

Nandao said slowly: "So what do you think I have to win?" ”

Peach Blossom stood there quietly, and after a long time, she looked up at the Shenhai Sky Dome - Nandao had actually been curious about where his eyes were.

"See if you're willing to let go of the umbrella in your hand."

Nandao said calmly: "This kind of victory is not a battle of life and death, after all. ”

Peach Blossom lowered her head and said indifferently: "How do you know it's not?" ”

Nandao turned and walked towards the sea of Dao.

"The Human Sword Sect is not that kind of place, after all, if you do too much, it will tarnish the reputation of such a Sword Sect."

Peach Blossom's voice is probably a little sarcastic.

"Yes, they broke one of your legs at most."

Nandao chuckled softly and said, "Yes." ”

The water of vitality in the Dao Sea has been filled again, and from a distance, it does have the appearance of a sea.

If it weren't for the fact that on the 15th day of December, his Divine Sea suddenly burned, igniting too much vitality to suppress those wind and snow sword intent, Nandao would probably have entered the snow realm at this time.

It's just a matter of good and bad that have always been the case.

Under the tempering of those burning divine seas and wind and snow, the sword intent realm of Nandao was much stronger than before.

Above the white clothes, not far below the diagonal bridge.

This young man, who had walked more than a million words before he began to really go to the world, stood quietly on the shore of the Dao Sea, and countless sword intents swam out of the stream of vitality, surrounding his body, under the sky of the Divine Sea, exuding a cold and clear glow.

"In the Hangu Guan Taoist Classics, it was once recorded that there was a fish in the North Underworld, and its name was Kun."

The voice of the peach blossom sounded in the sea of gods.

"The fish of sword intent can only grow stronger when it encounters the sea, if you are more free on weekdays, you can immerse the sword intent in the Dao Sea, and the effect will be much better than that contained in the Yuan Qi stream."

Nan Dao was silent for a while, and said, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

Peach Blossom said calmly: "You didn't have a sea before, and although you don't have a sea now, it's still a little rudimentary." ”

"Walking in the snow to find plum blossoms is a lonely state, and it also represents these stages, which are silent stages, where you need to be quiet and focus on your practice. The sword looked at Nanxue, and Mei was white-headed. When the head is white, it is probably not far from the trail. Once you enter the path, you won't have so many troubles. ”

Nandao listened quietly, then turned back to look at the man in white sitting on the other side of the distant Divine Sea.

"I'm curious where you've been."

Peach Blossom's voice was still calm.

"Under the avenue, three times across the avenue without entering, this is the real three stacks."

Nandao remembered the poem that the grass is a firefly - the beginning of the three-fold road in the heart of the piano.

"Who told you to practice like this?"

"Your father."

"Why is my dad not your dad?"

"Because I'm the peach blossom, you're the South Island."

Peach Blossom was extremely calm, and said indifferently: "I am the peach blossom who was cut off." ”

Nandao felt it made sense.

"So how do you cut off your past?"

"Pull it out, little by little, to pull everything out, including the practice, including the memory, out of this body. When you enter the avenue again and try to climb the building, you will have a premonition in your heart. If you can board, you will board, and if you can't board, you will retreat, and start over. ”

Nandao didn't say anything more, quietly looking at the depths of Dao Hai.

On the top of the tree, some small white flowers were slowly withering.

Maybe in one night, it won't fall a lot.

But there can be some more.

Sword cultivators rarely know Dao arts, and they are used to cultivate sword intent with those heaven and earth vitality, and they are all used to cultivate sword intent, and only at certain extreme moments will they be used to a large extent, such as to protect the body, such as to burn.

Nandao turned the sword intent around him into a sword intent swimming dragon and submerged into that sea of Dao.

Peach Blossom's voice came in time.

"Be careful, if you break my Dao Seeds, no one will collect your corpse when the time comes."

Nandao was silent, looking at the incomparably abundant heaven and earth vitality in the Divine Sea, he thought for a while and said, "One and a half? ”

"Okay."

There is a Dao rhyme circulating in the Divine Sea, turning into a golden light Dao Wen and jumping out of the Dao Sea, and the five thousand words of the green ox above the dome are faintly a little abnormal, but they quickly calm down again.

And those mighty Dao texts went towards the other end of the Dao Sea, and then re-entered the Yuan Qi Sea.

Half of it was cold sword light, half of it was golden light.

It's probably like a mandarin duck pot.

Nandao looked at the golden light, and felt that it was too elegant, not good at all, if it was the appearance of red tumbling peppers, it would probably be much more pleasing to the eye.

When he thought of this, the young man under the umbrella subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

And then probably like Lu Xiaoer, he also remembered his junior brother.

......

When Nandao woke up in the early morning of the second day, Lu Xiaoer was gone, with a few buns on the table and a note.

- Uncle Shi, I went to the mountains.

Although the little boy's handwriting is a little green, it is very upright, similar to Lu Xiaoxiao's handwriting.

Nandao put the note aside, then sat down at the table, picked up the bun on the table, and ate quietly.

It wasn't until he finished eating the buns that Nandao found some strips of cloth in his room and tied his hands to the umbrella.

Then he walked out of the inn, but he didn't go to the end of the town for the first time, but stood on the streets of the town, looking up at the mountains outside the town.

In fact, there is very little snow in the mountains in the world.

I had to climb a long way to see some snow on the upper floors.

And there are some clouds and mist drifting slowly, and they are still green - the mountains after winter are naturally not cyan, but a darker color.

Nandao didn't see the figure of a little boy who was climbing the mountain, and after looking for a long time, he lowered his head and walked towards the restaurant where he and Lu Xiaoer had been that day.

It was indeed very early, and the shopkeeper was yawning, and when he saw the young man with two swords on his back walking in, he was not too enthusiastic, but just leaned lazily against the counter.

"What does the young man want?"

"Prepare a table of hot pot, I'll eat it later."

The shopkeeper looked at Nandao for a long time, and then said sincerely: "Eating hot pot early in the morning is not good for the stomach." ”

The South Island is more sincere.

"I also need to prepare two pots of wine, one for me to drink now, and one for later drinking."

The shopkeeper of the "......" did not continue to persuade him, after all, the world is sword cultivation, and whether the truth is explained or not, it is their business.

"When will you start preparing?"

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "When you hear a sword roar, you can start boiling water." ”

The shopkeeper seemed to understand something, and he heard some discussion last night, and when he saw the young man like this, he took a deep breath.

"You're the sword cultivator who wants to fight the girl at the end of the town?"

Nandao said calmly, "Yes. ”

The shopkeeper naturally couldn't see which of the two was more powerful, so he asked tentatively: "After the fight, will you come to eat, or will she come to eat?" ”

Nandao naturally knew what the shopkeeper's words meant, and said softly: "I will eat if I win or lose, and I am not familiar with her, so there is no reason to invite her to eat hot pot." ”

The shopkeeper was even more puzzled.

Since you are not familiar, why fight?

However, in the matter of the cultivation world, he naturally would not ask too much.

While there was a memorization of the things that Nandao wanted - similar to before, although the water chop may be the essence of hot pot, but Nandao really doesn't like to eat it.

After Nandao finished ordering, he paid the money, took a pot of wine, and walked towards the door, and when he walked to the door, he remembered something again, looked at the shopkeeper and said, "If you see the little boy who came with me the day before yesterday, take him into the building and tell him that he doesn't have to wait for me, and that he can eat first." ”

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and asked, "Does it have any special meaning?" ”

Nandao chuckled softly, "No, it's just that he may be tired." ”

"Okay."

The shopkeeper nodded there, and watched the boy walk out, probably a little curious, so he walked out from behind the counter and ran to the door to look.

The boy under the umbrella did not walk very fast, and as he went, he looked around, and sometimes looked at the sky outside the town, which was gloomy, so he lowered his head in disappointment, and after walking a short time, the boy began to drink.

The wine was drunk quickly.

It's a big sip every time, and it's usually only drunk by people who want to get drunk.

But the shopkeeper didn't see anything in the young man's previous look to ask for drunkenness.

So looking at this scene, I was very puzzled.

But in the end, it comes down to relieving tension in the heart.

After all, the young man is a Lingnan sword cultivator, and the old man at the end of the town is said to be the old sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect, although her granddaughter was not able to go to the sword sect in the city on the other side of the mountain, but after all, the sword she learned is different from Lingnan.

The wind was blown last night.

When the grass moved, people poked their heads out.

Stopping in the streets, looking at the boy who had been taunted yesterday and left the inn in anger today—at least that's what people thought.

There was indeed some anger in the South Island.

It's infuriating to think about.

It's a pity that Nandao rarely swears, otherwise he would have seen the strange meaning in the eyes of the people in those towns at this time.

You have to say like the prime minister - look at your mother's head.

Nanjima took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

After all, those who hold the sword need to be stable in their hearts and hands.

Nandao's hand is naturally steady.

I wore many magnolia flowers in Jingsi Lake, and countless maple leaves in the canyon.

The South Island stopped in front of the small courtyard.

There were strange sounds in the courtyard.

It was about early in the morning, and he was hanging his throat.

Nandao stood in front of the courtyard gate and raised his hand to knock on the door.

The voices inside stopped.

After a while, it started again, only this time, it became a singing voice.

Nandao retracted his hand and stood quietly at the gate of the courtyard, slowly sipping his wine.