Young Master Wubei lowered his hand and quietly looked at Hua Wuxi sitting there in astonishment.
Even if that sword was not the fastest sword in the world, he would not be able to hold it.
He was in the wandering time, not really in this alley that night.
So this young man in a loose robe and long hair just watched quietly.
He seemed to want to see clearly what kind of things existed in Hua Wuxi's eyes.
The young man behind him seemed to have said something, but Gongzi Wubei didn't listen.
He just watched quietly as the blood dripped from Hua Wuxi's eyebrows, and then he fell down.
Then, the boy dragged one foot towards the other end of the alley.
Young Master Wubei watched quietly from behind.
Until Hua Wuxi was curled up and thrown into the water tank.
The young man walked away with his sword in his arms.
Young Master Wubei walked to the water tank, lowered his head, and silently looked at Hua Wuxi inside.
His eyes were wide open, and some bloody bubbles were rising from his mouth. They floated up from the water, and then they shattered with a 'pop' sound, and then the bubbles disappeared.
Like really dying.
But Young Master Wubei did not leave, he just stood calmly in front of the water tank with his hands hanging down.
Some people with swords and people in witch robes came to the water tank, sighed profusely, and then left.
Young Master Wubei didn't care.
After an unknown amount of time, Hua Wuxi, who was soaking in the water tank, suddenly closed her eyes.
Then he opened it again and looked at Young Master Wubei quietly.
But he was just looking at the night sky.
There is a smile on the corner of the mouth.
The hand curled underneath stirred up the blood and climbed on the edge of the tank.
Hua Wuxi crawled out again, stood wet in the alley, and then sat on the edge of the water tank, humming a southern tune happily, as if waiting for something.
Someone passed by in the alley.
Seeing this scene, I froze there, and then wanted to run away.
The witchcraft in Hua Wuxi's hand flashed, no, it was not witchcraft.
It's ghost magic.
Ghost magic, detention.
The man knelt down, his soul was pulled out from his body, and he begged Hua Wuxi for mercy.
But it was of no use.
In the night, a figure fell down from the water tank, and another figure stood up at the entrance of the alley.
So some souls died sadly.
A broken body began to burn with witch fire, burned up, and dissipated in the wind.
The unknown passerby looked back at the alley and said softly: "I will be back, my dear brother."
Young Master Wubei stood there, watching the figure walk out of the alley, submerged in the lights of Nanyi City.
Young Master Wubai laughed, and all the scenes faded away.
Returning to the alley again, Hua Wubei turned around and headed south of the city.
"It turns out you are really not dead, my dear brother."
...
Nan Dao sat cross-legged on the listening platform, immersed in the divine sea. The vitality of heaven and earth continued to flow towards the platform, slowly filling the dry streams and valleys.
The water with sword intention swam happily in it like a fish.
Peach Blossom sat by the stream, the peach blossom on his face swaying, and there were strands of breath entwining between him and the sword intent. The sword intent absorbed the thoughts used to cultivate and grew stronger little by little.
After a while, it seemed that this kind of cultivation was too slow. Taohua stood up and walked into the clear stream, raised her hand and fished up a sword fish.
Then the next moment, the fish with sword intent suddenly transformed into the shape of a sword, breaking through the divine sea and sky.
Nan Dao opened his eyes and held down the Peach Blossom Sword. Parrot Island hovered beside him and kept flying.
The forest is full of bamboos, and the wind is rustling.
Nan Dao held the Peach Blossom Sword tightly and looked around cautiously.
Naturally, Peach Blossom is not going to catch a fish.
Just now, he felt someone peering at him.
But when I opened my eyes, there was only the sound of wind.
As if it were just an illusion.
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and just as he was about to let go of the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand, a large piece of bamboo leaf blew into the listening stage, was cut open by the sword intent, and fell to the ground.
Someone appeared on the bamboo forest.
Nan Dao stood up holding the Peach Blossom Sword and looked warily at the man who stepped on the tip of a bamboo.
"Who are you?"
The man looked at Nan Dao calmly.
"Hua Wubei."
Nan Dao's expression changed. Why did Hua Wubei appear here?
Are you here for Hua Wuxi?
Nan Dao thought about what Qiu Xi'er said back then.
Hua Wubei has entered the realm of spiritual witches, which is naturally equivalent to the realm of Huai'an.
If such a person wanted to kill him, Nandao would naturally not have the ability to fight back.
However, Hua Wubei did nothing. He just looked at Nan Dao calmly, and then looked not far away from the bamboo forest.
There was a wolfberry sword that kept looking at him.
Young Master Wubei's figure disappeared above the bamboo forest, and only some strange lines of the power of witches and ghosts remained on the bamboo tips.
It was as if he really just wanted to take a look and see who the person who almost killed Hua Wuxi was in the alley that night.
When I saw it, I naturally left.
Nan Dao did not relax his vigilance. He kept holding the Peach Blossom Sword and stood on the listening platform until Chen Huaifeng's figure appeared in the bamboo forest. He looked up at the remaining witch and ghost patterns at the top of the bamboo forest, and his expression seemed a little solemn.
Chen Huaifeng did not take the usual path, but directly turned into a sword light and appeared on the listening stage.
Nan Dao put away his sword, saluted Chen Huaifeng, and said, "Thank you, senior brother."
Chen Huaifeng shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with me that he wants to leave, so you don't need to thank me."
The two of them looked at the bamboo forest on the stage.
"Will he come again?"
Nan Dao turned to look at Chen Huaifeng and asked.
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a while and said: "I don't know, since you killed Hua Wuxi, then this day will naturally happen."
Nan Dao sat down on the edge of the stage and said softly: "I know, I just didn't expect it to come so soon."
"But there are rumors in the world that the relationship between the two young masters of Northern Wizardry seems to be a bit strange. He may not do some very impulsive things." Chen Huaifeng watched the bamboo branches shaking in the forest and said slowly, "What's more, this is In Nanyi City, everything in the cultivation world here is hidden in the human world, and I don’t think he is stupid enough to dare to do it here alone.”
Nan Dao looked at Chen Huaifeng. Those people were probably like him. They usually drank tea to maintain their health. They only came out to take a look when they couldn't.
"Are there many people like Senior Brother in Nanyi City?"
Chen Huaifeng thought for a while and said, "Not many, but there are always some."
"Are they all in the Sword Sect?"
"Not necessarily in the Sword Sect."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the world and said calmly: "Maybe by the bridge, maybe selling vegetables, it could be anywhere."
"Who is better than senior brother?"
Nan Dao continued to ask.
Chen Huaifeng thought for a while and said, "I don't know, maybe there will be."
Chen Huaifeng is already at the end of the small path. Those who are better than him are naturally asking for the big road.
Chen Huaifeng told the truth.
The world of spiritual practice does not bully the young in the world.
So there will always be people who hide and slowly cultivate the great path.
It's just that he really doesn't know where it is.
Otherwise, I would not have gone to the tomb mountain to look for the old Taoist of Qingtian Dao.
Naturally, no one of Chen Huaifeng's generation has entered the avenue.
One generation forward, there is none.
But it may not be older than that. Although it is far older, they are all disciples of Cong Ren, and naturally they are all senior brothers.
It's just that those senior brothers were too far away from him, and he never knew about them.
Nan Dao didn't ask any more questions. The seniority in the cultivation world was naturally a bit chaotic.
Because some people have lived for a thousand years and are still recruiting disciples.
But some people only lived a hundred years and then passed away.
"If you are worried, you can leave Nanyi City and go north. If you don't want to stop at Fengqiling, you can also go further north."
Chen Huaifeng looked at Nan Dao who was silent on the side and said calmly, "Now that he is coming, we can still take care of Nanyi City. From now on..."
Chen Huaifeng thought of the heavy fog filled with the power of the Styx that enveloped the lake, sighed and said, "It will be hard to say from now on."
Nan Dao looked back at Chen Huaifeng, smiled and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for your advice, but I don't want to leave Nanyi City yet."
Chen Huaifeng didn't ask him why he didn't want to leave yet, he just walked downstairs.
"You should have seen the witch marks on the bamboo tips. They are traces of the overreaching of ghost magic. If a spiritual witch who knows how to do magic is really murderous towards you, we can't stop him."
Of the three great miraculous arts in the human world, two are found in the Wuguishen Sect.
Ghost magic, transcendence.
Witchcraft·Migration.
There is also the Taoist secret art, the nine-character mantra of Hangu Guan.
The flow of witchcraft and the Nine-Character Mantra have not appeared in the human world for a long time, but the spread of ghost magic has never ceased.
Even if the great avenue has developed to this day and ghost arts have become more and more popular, it is still the best way to travel in the world.
Nan Dao looked at Chen Huaifeng walking on the bamboo forest road for a long time and said slowly: "I know."
"It's just that there are some things that haven't been done yet."
The identity of the person on the twelfth floor is the most deadly place in the South Island.
Nan Dao closed his eyes again and sat down.
Di Qianjun hasn't woken up yet, and he still has some time.
...
Di Qianjun lay quietly in the Overwatch Council in the heavenly prison.
There are many golden Dao Wen wandering in the body, constantly preventing Di Qianjun's recovery.
That was what Lin Erliang left in Di Qianjun's body that night.
Di Qianjun couldn't die, so it would delay his waking up.
Even if Ximen finally takes over this branch of the Heavenly Prison, he used to be just a patrolman of the Heavenly Prison. It will still take some time for the Heavenly Prison to fully operate.
This period of time was the time Lin Erliang left for himself to disappear into the human world.
Change my appearance until no one knows who I am.
Ximen took out a lot of paperwork and flipped through it in the Lihua courtyard.
I don't know what's wrong with Lin Erliang. The room in the Overwatch Council is extremely dark and he hides there every day. I don't know how he can continue to see.
Ximen complained while sorting out those things.
There were already many people in the Heavenly Prison, busy here and there - they were all patrollers like him. They returned to Nanyi City a little late, so they survived.
At this time, Ximen's cultivation level was the highest among the Heavenly Prisons, and everyone agreed that he was the temporary dean of the Heavenly Prisons.
Many gray embers fell down and landed on the file that Ximen was turning in his hand. Ximen looked at the ashes and was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked towards the prison yard.
A raging fire was burning over there, and there was solemnity among the black walls and white flowers.
Not a fire.
It is burning the corpses of those heavenly wardens.
Ximen looked at it for a long time, put down the case file in his hand, stood up and looked over there for a long time.
Under the pear trees, the open case file was turned over by the wind.
It records Di Qianjun's suspicions and some investigations of Nandao and Nanke Town by the Supervisory Council under Lin Erliang.
It's a pity that Ximen didn't see it. The wind continued to blow, and the files were quickly turned over.
When Ximen looked back at the case file again, he had already turned over several pages. Simon turned over a few more pages absentmindedly, then closed the case file and threw it into the pile that he had already read.
Ximen didn't read any more and called a person who was sorting documents not far away to come over and asked him to continue reading. Then he pressed the knife and walked through the pear blossom path towards the Prison Court.
There were not many people in the prison yard, only a few heavenly wardens who silently carried the corpses and threw them into the fire.
Ximen stood at the entrance of the courtyard and watched silently.
Jian Shijin's corpse was not mixed in with the corpses of the jailers, but was placed aside, as if sitting, watching the fire.
The white flowers all over the courtyard were a little burnt, and they fell from the branches and fell into the soil.
Ximen watched quietly, feeling a little sad.
As long as the history of the Twelfth Floor has existed, Heavenly Prison has existed as long as it existed.
For the human world, Heavenly Hell is crazy and wanton, and even in many cases, it does not distinguish between black and white.
But if you are someone who has been in Heavenly Prison, you will know why they become like this.
When you can't tell which people walking in the world are people who are looking at the sky and thinking about becoming immortals.
You will also fall into madness and coldness.
This is not the first time what happened to Lin Erliang.
In the more than 900-year history of Heavenly Prison.
This happened nearly a hundred times.
No one knows that the person who was still planning things with him yesterday will suddenly become the person standing opposite him.
Therefore, Heavenly Prison will conduct self-examination from time to time.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of self-examination needs to be notified to Huaidu in advance, and then the Internal Audit Institute sent by Huaidu will conduct joint supervision with the nearest Tianjing branch.
Perhaps because of their belief in the Human Sword Sect, the Heavenly Prison in Nanyi City often omits this link.
The Human Sword Sect is indeed watching.
But they weren't completely finished.
Only Di Qianjun, the southern dispatcher, was saved.
People may have forgotten that it was Cong Ren who was the brother of Emperor Huai's Majesty Kamigawa, not Chen Huaifeng or Zhang Xiaoyu.
As the bodies were thrown into the fire, the flames turned black.
Just like the tone of hell.
Jian Shijin's body was the last one thrown in.
This person, who had always been cheerful, had taken the position of director of the Prison Prison because of his close relationship with Lin Erliang.
He was also the first to die in the hands of Lin Erliang.
Ximen stood at the door and watched quietly.
Someone trotted over and handed a soldier talisman to Ximen's hand.
That is something hidden in the secret corner of the Overwatch Council.
Of course Lin Erliang didn't take him away.
Unless the three hundred thousand green armor is handed over to the Bei family or His Majesty, it will be regarded as treason in anyone's hands.
Ximen took the soldier talisman and looked at it for a long time. He also felt a little headache about what happened to Yunmeng Daze.
Of course it is true that the world is the most important thing.
He suddenly understood why Di Qianjun and the others were so impatient to conduct a self-examination in Hell.
The fog in the large swamp outside Nanyi City is the source of anxiety for everyone.
Ximen went out with the military talisman and went straight to the city head in the west of the city.
In the west of the city, you can't see the layers of green mountains.
That is something that can only be seen in the east of Nanyi City.
What can be seen to the west of the city is the faint yellow mountain range that is still like a natural chasm in the infinite distance.
The mountains are black, rising dullly toward the sky, and then there is some white, which is snow. The mottled snow is scattered among the black soil of the cliffs, until the top of the invisible cloudy mountain top.
What separates Huangliang and Huaian is not only Yunmeng Daze, but also the majestic mountains that span the entire continent.
The end of the human world, the River Styx, is hidden in the deepest part of the Youhuang Mountains.
But that’s not what Simon is looking at.
He just wanted to see the vast swamp.
There is still heavy fog in Daze, but the fog has faded visibly to the naked eye.
It's like someone added water to the milk.
So everything became thinner.
Faintly, it seemed that there were cliffs exposed, but when I looked at it again, those cliffs disappeared.
Can you only take a look?
Ximen thought like this and clenched the weapon talisman in his hand.
It is absolutely impossible for high-level people in the cultivation world to get involved in such things except as a last resort.
Therefore, these 300,000 green armors are the most important defensive force in Nanyi City.
Face all unknown defenses.
That's why there were two conversations between Liu Sanyue and Chen Huaifeng in front of the tea shop.
Ximen looked at the heavy fog for a long time, thinking about Chen Huaifeng's words that the world is most important.
This is indeed true.
He is not Lin Erliang and others who have been in Heavenly Prison for many years and have integrated into the atmosphere of Heavenly Prison.
So he sees the human world more than they do.
Make decisions faster too.
So he headed east of the city.
Three hundred thousand Qingjia were stationed in the mountains to the east of the city.
...
Chen Hejian's tofu didn't sell much, and Cao Weiying drank all of it.
Then the two of them took a Tianyan car with a wheelchair attached and drove to the south of the city.
This is where Nanyi River leaves the city.
If the upper reaches of the river were calm, there was something menacing here.
But the taste is not enough. The Nanyi River still needs to run for a while. It will not be until it reaches the edge of Daze ten miles away that it will be a turbulent and mighty scene.
The two went to the top of the city and looked at the Youhuang Mountains to the west. Dusk is coming soon, so the snow on the upper floors over there is also tinged with a hazy color.
In those golden afterglows, a mighty river fell into the swamp.
That is the second tail of the River Styx.
Chen He didn't know what Cao Weiying was mad about. He first watched people buying things on the street, and then brought him to the city to see the scenery.
But there is one thing to say, Cao Weiying's driving skills are very good, better than Chen He's. There were too many pedestrians on the street during the journey. If it was Chen He, he would definitely stop and wait, but Cao Weiying didn't, so he drove Tianyan directly He had to tilt up and squeeze through the sewer channel.
I don’t know where I learned it from.
Of course, Cao Weiying didn't know what Chen He was thinking, she just drank the wine calmly and looked at everything in front of her. The wine in the gourd was sloshing around like the sound of a falling river.
Chen He followed Cao Weiying's gaze and looked over.
It's just that there are snow-covered cliffs and peaks because they are too high.
If there must be something good to see.
That's really good looking.
When Chen He was thinking this, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a small black dot walking silently in the white snow under the twilight.
"So you're still here to see someone?"
Chen He said thoughtfully.
Cao Weiying nodded, drank wine, and looked at Da Zezhong again.
Chen He also looked over, but they saw nothing.
But Cao Weiying beside him was drinking wine, and his expression became serious.
Chen He was confused. He didn't know what to see in the dusk today.
I think it’s better to go back and sell a few more pieces of tofu.
