Ximen left the Jianzong Garden and limped down the street, leaning on the crutch he had picked up.
It was drizzling and misty, and someone saw that Ximen looked really miserable, so he kindly gave him an umbrella.
Ximen said thank you without being polite and walked slowly on the street holding an umbrella.
When passing by a wine shop, Ximen thought for a moment, walked in, ordered a bottle of wine, and listened to the discussions of the drinkers while drinking.
Some people are paying attention to the fog in the big swamp, some are speculating on what's going on in the Huangliang area, and some are laughing at what happened to Heavenly Prison in recent days.
Ximen just listened quietly, drank a bottle of wine, and then asked the guests at the table next to him where there was a blacksmith shop nearby.
The man looked at Ximen strangely. As a warden who traveled around all year round, people naturally only heard of Ximen's name but not his appearance, so he asked a little strangely: "What are you doing in the blacksmith shop?"
Ximen smiled and pointed at the broken knife behind him.
"I competed with others before and the sword was broken by someone. I want to recast it."
The man clicked his tongue twice and began to boast, "Brother, you are not good at this. You have to practice hard. Remember me..."
Ximen just smiled and said, yes, yes, yes.
The man was bragging, but he told Ximen in detail where there were people in Nanyi City who could help him forge knives.
Ximen said thank you, stood up, held an umbrella and walked into the rain, heading towards the nearest blacksmith shop.
When Ximen walked away in the rain holding an umbrella, a young man also limped over holding an umbrella.
Nan Dao glanced at the man carrying the broken knife strangely, and walked into the wine shop without thinking much.
Destiny is what you come and miss.
...
Naturally, Ximen didn’t go there just to make knives.
His sword will naturally be recast by himself in the future.
The sword marks left on the burned corpse in Heaven Prison were too special, which was why Ximen wanted to find such a place.
I visited several shops in succession, but I didn't ask.
The boss even suspected that Ximen was here to cause trouble.
Any good person will ask as soon as he comes in, are your swordsmen here sharp?
It wasn't until I asked about a blacksmith shop in the south of the city that I got some results.
The person who received Simon was a young man.
According to his own words, he had been blacksmithing for less than a year. After finishing a sword embryo that day, he felt it was too ugly, so he threw it aside and planned to ask his master to help modify it.
Then a fairy-like woman in a white dress came.
Probably because the woman in the white dress was so beautiful, the young man used a long description to describe him, and Ximen just listened drowsily.
After the young man finished describing it, he scratched his head and said with a blushing smile: "I also told her my name is Zhang San. I wonder if she still remembers it."
"..." Ximen was speechless and asked, "Then what?"
The young man Zhang San then returned to the topic and said: "Then she came in and took a fancy to the sword embryo I had prepared. I thought to myself how could I sell it? I didn't say whether I would destroy the sign in the future, but I just let her take it. I felt ashamed even looking at it, but she refused to exchange for anything else and insisted on buying this sword and left."
The young man said but then sighed: "Well, maybe it was because this sword was so ugly that she never came to see me again."
"..." Ximen was speechless again. He raised his hand, dipped some water in it, drew on the table beside it, and asked, "Is it this wide?"
The young man tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, then said, "Is it thicker?"
Ximen nodded and continued to ask: "The fairy you mentioned has a crush on you, does she have any characteristics?"
The young man thought for a moment and said, "There is a hairpin on the head, like a sword."
Ximen was silent for a long time, said thank you, turned around and walked out.
The young man behind him is still saying: "Does your knife need a beating? My skills are much better now than before."
Ximen ignored it and walked on the long street, watching the spring rain silently.
The woman in the white dress.
It's Qiu Xi'er.
Ximen suddenly didn’t want to continue investigating.
A place like Mojian Cliff.
How could he get involved in going to hell?
Ximen held the umbrella and stared at the raindrops dripping from the edge of the umbrella.
He couldn't understand.
Look up to the east of the world.
The high cliff is not visible here.
Even if it is 3650 feet.
But in everyone's heart, there is a high cliff.
Simon tried to make excuses.
For example, Qiu Xi'er was really interested in that young man, so she bought the sword back, but accidentally lost it. Later, it was picked up by a cripple and used as a murder weapon.
But those ancient Taoist techniques that appeared twice in Heavenly Prison appeared in Ximen's mind.
That kind of Taoism is different from what's happening in the human world today.
It seems to be from Hangu Temple.
Or a certain book.
Many people in the world know that the original version of Qingniu Five Thousand Words was once on Mojian Cliff.
Ximen thought silently.
So this matter is indeed related to Mojian Cliff?
Before Qiu Xi'er left, she invited Mo Jian Ya to the sword world at the All Souls' Day ceremony.
Does it have anything to do with this?
Simon couldn't understand.
I just feel like my breathing is extremely heavy.
An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness emerged in my heart.
Ximen bent over and stood in the rain on the street for a long time. He took a long breath and walked silently towards the west of the city.
Didn't go to hell.
Instead, he went to a small alley away from the Heavenly Prison.
He stopped in front of a small courtyard and raised his hand to push open the courtyard door.
Walk through the courtyard along the stone path washed clean by the rain.
Ximen put down his umbrella and stood under the eaves for a long time.
This yard was bought by Ximen.
He spent all his salary in the Heavenly Prison over the years.
Just because I am away all year round, I rarely live here, so everything is covered with cobwebs and dust.
But the yard isn’t the most important thing.
What matters is the people in the yard.
Ximen put down his crutch and walked into a room behind him while holding on to the wall.
The room is clean and simple, nothing has been purchased yet.
There is only one bed.
There was a pale man lying on the bed.
Di Qianjun.
Of course Simon wouldn't be that stupid.
Ximen stood in front of the bed for a long time, looking at Di Qianjun who was still unconscious, but he sighed.
"What on earth were you checking before?"
"Why is there the shadow of Mojianya behind you?"
Ximen said to himself.
It's a pity that Di Qianjun still hasn't woken up.
His cultivation was sealed and he was able to withstand Lin Erliang's attack. He was already very lucky.
So no one came to tell Ximen the real stories.
There may even be a sentence - you are just thinking about a hammer.
...
Nan Dao was sitting by the window of a wine shop somewhere in Nanyi City, drinking quietly.
Chen He went out to sell tofu today. In his words, it didn't matter if the books in the library were lost anyway, so it was better to go out and sell tofu.
Or maybe it's because I'm tired of reading biographical novels.
Anyway, Chen He drove out early in the morning, humming a little tune, loaded a load of tofu into Tianyan's car and went out.
Although Nan Dao was drinking, he didn't really want to drink.
I just wanted to listen to the sound outside.
People who drink can talk about anything in heaven and earth, and they will naturally talk about heaven and hell.
Speaking of the two fires, he sighed the same as Zhang Xiaoyu.
Tough luck, tough luck.
Some people say that they deserve it.
But no one talked about Di Qianjun.
Perhaps this kind of thing is too embarrassing, and Tianjing didn't let the world know about it.
In two days, the deep and solemn Heavenly Prison, which was originally hidden deep in the deep alley, suddenly turned into a drunken joke in Nanyi City.
No one can accept the change.
Of course Heavenly Prison has done nothing good.
The frantic search for the Twelfth Floor Sect, coupled with the special nature of the Twelfth Floor Sect, will inevitably affect some people in the world.
So much so that when people in the world sometimes see that black robe walking on the street, they begin to wonder if they are from the twelfth floor.
Anyway, I feel upset when I see it.
It's better to play cards with the people from the Human Sword Sect.
Of course there is news about Ximen, but we only know that when he left the house, he seemed to have gone to the Human Sword Sect.
As for Ximen who came out of the Human Sword Sect, the world didn't recognize him.
Some identities naturally have to appear in specific places before they can be remembered by the world.
So Nan Dao doesn't know where Ximen went after he went to the Human Sword Sect.
This puzzled him.
It’s unlikely that the person walking out of here on crutches and carrying a broken knife was Ximen.
Nan Dao thought casually while drinking.
After a long time, Chen He, who was selling iron plate tofu in Nanyi City, drove a Tianyan car at the other end of the long street.
Chen He got out of the car, walked in with several portions of unsold iron plate tofu, looked for the location of Nandao, and walked over with a smile.
Nan Dao looked at Chen He, who had found him accurately, and asked, "How did you know I'm here?"
Chen He took the jug from in front of Nan Dao, poured himself a glass, and said with a smile: "It's simple. I asked casually on the street if I had seen a young lame man holding a black umbrella and carrying two swords on his back. , they pointed me all the way here.”
"..." Nan Dao said slowly, "I'm not a cripple, it's just that my legs haven't healed yet."
Chen He drank and looked at Nandao and said, "It's almost the same, as long as we can find someone."
"What do you want from me?"
Chen He looked around. Everyone else was drinking wine and bragging, so they probably didn't notice it. Then he said mysteriously, "I saw something weird when I was selling tofu in the west of the city."
Nan Dao was shocked and asked, "What's going on?"
Chen He said in a low voice: "I found that there is no one in the Lord's Mansion of Nanyi City."
"..." Nan Dao was speechless, "Then what?"
Chen He spread his hands and said, "There's nothing more to come. I just lay on the wall and took a look, and then I ran away."
"Why are you looking at someone else's wall when you have nothing to do?"
Chen He said with a smile: "The tofu I fried is so fragrant, but no one in the entire City Lord's Mansion came out to buy a piece. This puzzled me, so I took a look."
"..."
South Island has nothing to say.
Chen He was drinking wine, eating sizzling tofu, and laughing.
Nan Dao looked out the window for a while, and then he remembered that he hadn't seen Beitai for a long time.
Where has this idle young master from Nanyi City gone?
Nan Dao also felt strange.
But after watching Chen He for a long time, I guess he was just bored. He took a look at the wall and didn't think about anything else.
Nan Dao sighed. He and Beitai could have become very good friends.
It's a pity that neither of the two teenagers was willing to ask questions first after being beaten.
So the story ended hastily.
The two of them drank up the bottle of wine by the window of the wine shop, then got up and walked out.
Nan Dao looked at the rain for a long time, then looked at Chen He who was planning to go for a walk again, and asked: "By the way, where did Cao Weiying go?"
Chen He sat on the Tianyan car and said, "Let's go to Jingsi Lake. Do you want to go to the city to watch the rain?"
Nan Dao thought for a while, and then got on the Tianyan car with his sword on his back. The car clanked and rushed down the street.
The two of them walked all the way to the east wall of the city, only to find that there were many people squatting under the wall with swords on their backs.
Chen He looked at the people hiding from the rain under the wall with curiosity, and was very puzzled.
"what are they doing?"
Nan Dao shook his head and said, "How do I know?"
Those who looked like sword cultivators didn't pay attention to the discussion of the two Nan Dao people. They just sat there quietly, not knowing what they were waiting for.
As the two walked along, they discovered that not only this place, but also the entire Nanyi City wall was filled with sword cultivators.
It looked like thousands of people.
There is only one place near Nanyi City with so many sword cultivators.
That is the Lingnan Sword Sect.
Lingnan Sword Sect is a general term, which covers all the Sword Sects whose gates are on Fengqiling.
Chen He had a strange look on his face, thinking that Cao Weiying had pulled him around the city to look around, and he always felt as if something was going to happen.
Walking all the way to the top of the city, I realized that there were also sword cultivators on top.
Fortunately, Nan Dao also carries two swords on his back, so walking in the middle will not look out of place.
The two of them walked a long way until they found a deserted corner.
Chen He jumped up to the top of the city and sat down. Looking down, he discovered that there were also many sword cultivators outside the city, scattered around the green mountains and streams.
Chen He was stunned for a long time and looked at Nan Dao aside, "Did we poke into Jian Xiu's nest?"
Nan Dao also looked at the sword cultivators everywhere with a solemn expression, and said softly: "I don't know."
Chen He thought for a long time and said, "Could it be related to the heavy fog in Yunmeng Zeli?"
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment and said, "What kind of fog?"
Only then did Chen He remember that Nan Dao had been unconscious in Old Dog Town during that time, so he explained those things to him.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, and then he understood what happened in Nanyi City during this period, and said softly: "I don't know."
Those stories related to the heavy fog, so far, have nothing to do with Chen Henandao who was sitting at the top of the city listening to the spring rain.
Neither of them would have thought that in just a few days, many stories would have happened in this world.
But it was just like when Nandao heard the news that Mr. Mei's wife passed away suddenly.
There are countless things in the world, and what everyone can see is only one ten millionth.
But the tide is coming.
Anyone who is in a vortex will naturally be sucked into it.
The eighty thousand sword cultivators from Lingnan came down from the mountain, which destined Nanyi City to be extremely unstable in the future.
This is what Chen He thought of, and what Nan Dao thought of as well.
But no matter who it is, they are just a small person in this story.
Just like Lu Xiaoxiao who was further away, sitting under the corner, wearing a bamboo hat, holding half a bun and forgetting to eat it.
When Nan Dao walked up to the city with his sword on his back in the drizzle, Lu Xiaoxiao saw this. Because of the Tianya Sword Sect's whims, many people in the Lingnan Sword Sect were beaten by Cheng Lu.
She wanted to stuff the buns into her arms at that time, and then ran over to ask Nan Dao if she could go back to Lingnan with them.
But when he jumped up, Lu Xiaoxiao remembered what Wu Dalong said when he left Nanyi City.
What can Lingnan Sword Sect give him?
Can't afford it.
Not all small practice places are so lucky to pick up a Ximen at the west gate of the town.
After Lu Xiaoxiao jumped up, he slowly sat back down and took out the half-eaten bun from his arms again, but he didn't eat it.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought sadly as he quietly looked at the inner garment that was stained by the oil from the half bun.
He really lost his wife and lost his troops.
That's right.
The same goes for stuffing this bun.
Lu Xiaoxiao stared in silence for a long time, eating the buns with his head down, thinking nothing more.
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't know that in that short period of time, there was a little sword cultivator not far away who thought about a lot of things related to him.
Nan Dao looked towards Lu Xiaoxiao.
A young man dressed in white came over.
Zhang Xiaoyu.
When Zhang Xiaoyu passed by Lu Xiaoxiao, he asked eagerly.
"Why are your buns so delicious?"
Lu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, glanced at Nan Dao who was looking over there, and then looked at the young man who looked different and was carrying a scabbard, and whispered: "I made it myself and brought it here from Lingnan. of."
Zhang Xiaoyu said regretfully: "That's such a pity. I thought Nanyi City could eat it!"
Lu Xiaoxiao thought for a while, broke off a piece and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't mind it at all. He said thank you, stuffed it into his mouth, and wandered towards the South Island.
Lu Xiaoxiao sighed and sat in the corner in the rain.
When Nan Dao looked over just now, Lu Xiaoxiao actually had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he wanted to abduct someone else's little girl, but she was in an embarrassment from a poor family.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought about it, that's not right, she is a little girl, and that's not right, she is a thirty-year-old girl.
But the embarrassment is real.
Lu Xiaoxiao sighed, gnawed on the remaining buns, and decided to beat Wu Dalong again when he went back.
It was all their imagination, which made Lu Xiaoxiao's heart flutter, sitting here like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Huai Chun girl, worrying about gains and losses.
But it's heartwarming.
That's the person Mojianya wants.
Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think with regret.
It's a pity that a pretty little girl would want to marry in a place like Lingnan?
Lu Xiaoxiao finished chewing the bun, stood up with his sword in his arms, and shrank further away.
It won't bother you if you can't see it.
You won’t regret it if you don’t see it.
If you can't see it, you will worry about gains and losses.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought like this and seemed to be in a better mood. He wore a bamboo hat and walked in the drizzle, heading towards another corner where Nan Dao would not be seen or where Nan Dao would not be seen.
Neither Nan Dao nor Zhang Xiaoyu thought that the female sword cultivator from Lingnan would think so much.
Chen He, the only person who had seen Lu Xiaoxiao, was melancholy looking at the extremely unusual human world.
I thought about what if things really got messy.
I don’t know if anyone will buy their own sizzling tofu.
So melancholy.
Chen Heru thought.
