After Cao Weiying's figure disappeared, Nan Dao poked his head out at the corner of the long street holding an umbrella.
Cao Weiying has disappeared in the drizzle on the street.
Is this young gentleman really in a hurry?
Why did he disappear all of a sudden?
Nan Dao scratched his head while carrying only one bag of mahjong.
Originally, Nan Dao didn't pay much attention, and nothing weird happened while holding an umbrella. However, after walking in the alley for a while, he thought of Mr. Qingshang's behavior and felt a little suspicious.
So he turned back and wanted to see if he would mysteriously talk to some mysterious person who suddenly appeared - it was written like this in the script. After the protagonist says something weird to someone, that person will often stand there and wait for a mysterious person to come out after the protagonist leaves, then say something semi-understandable, and then leave mysteriously.
It's a pity that Nan Dao didn't see this scene. The boy seemed to be in a real emergency and disappeared in the blink of an eye. There was only a cold drizzle drifting down the street.
He looked up at the umbrella in his hand.
Nothing happened. Nan Dao smiled relaxedly. He must have been a little paranoid because he couldn't see his friends in the town today.
Carrying the baggage and holding an umbrella, Nan Dao walked slowly along the alley.
After walking for a while, Nan Dao felt something move in his heart.
After looking at the rain that was not very heavy, he hesitated a little, carefully placed the umbrella in his hand under the corner, and then took a few steps back, for fear that something would really happen.
But after waiting for a while, there was nothing.
It is indeed a lie.
Nan Dao thought so.
Scholars are just different, they always use the same trick when trying to deceive people.
Nan Dao thought angrily, luckily he invited him to drink wine and eat sizzling tofu.
Since there was nothing wrong, Nan Dao planned to go forward, pick up the umbrella, go home and wash up and sleep.
However, Nan Dao only took one step when he noticed something was wrong.
This drizzle seemed to become extremely cold.
Nan Dao stretched out his hand, and the rain hit his palm, bringing with it a biting chill. Then gradually, what fell on his palm was no longer rain, but tiny pieces of ice sand - as if it had just begun to be frozen like this by the cold. Generally, when it falls on the palm, it will be in the shape of a teardrop.
It was like the gentle drizzle in the dusk was suddenly enveloped by the chill that came from nowhere, and then froze little by little.
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sky. In this moment of confusion, the ice sand also disappeared.
Instead, there was snow falling all over the sky.
This scene seems very familiar.
Nan Dao felt as if he had experienced it before.
But he couldn't remember when.
The remaining twilight glow on the horizon illuminated the snow that suddenly flooded the town. Nan Dao looked at the sky blankly, and he seemed to see some distant things mixed in the heavy snow.
what is that?
Nan Dao had no time to think about it, and a sense of crisis that he had never felt before suddenly came to his heart.
As if someone pushed Nan Dao, Nan Dao suddenly rolled forward and grabbed the black umbrella placed not far in front of him.
The snow suddenly stopped.
It seemed like something came to an abrupt end.
Nan Dao sat blankly under the umbrella, looking up at the sky.
The heavy snow disappeared.
It's just a long street in a small town, just a drizzle in the short alleys.
Just the end of a soothing and normal spring day.
The dusk in the distant sky is dim, gradually sinking under the green mountains.
Nan Dao sat silently under the umbrella, and suddenly understood what the young man in green clothes, Cao Weiying, meant.
It turns out that once this umbrella is opened.
Is it really impossible to take it back?
There was some knife-like pain coming from the palm of my hand.
Nan Dao raised his hand and found that the palm that had received the snow water was bloody, with wounds all over it.
Nan Dao got up and ran out of the alley. People on the long street were staring blankly at the sky - looking at the sky covered in blood.
Nan Dao didn't dare to look at them, but just pursued them in the direction Cao Weiying left.
However nothing was found.
The young man in green clothes seemed to have disappeared into the small town.
Nan Dao ran to the edge of the town and stared blankly at the green mountains in the distance in the drizzle.
Many birds landed in the stream at the foot of the mountain, and it was filled with blood.
Why?
Why!
Nan Dao held the umbrella tightly and looked at everything in the world with a confused and painful expression.
What exactly is this umbrella?
Nan Dao was trembling all over. The snow had disappeared in the town, but the bone-chilling chill remained in his heart for a long time.
School.
Nan Dao suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran towards the town.
People in the town were running away in panic.
The sudden, murderous snow threw the peaceful town into chaos.
Nan Dao ran through the streets and alleys and ran all the way outside the school. Then he opened the door and rushed in. As soon as he entered, he bumped into a man with a frightened face.
Nan Dao's mahjong and wine bottles fell down and scattered on the ground.
"Where is the teacher from the school?"
Nan Dao got up and looked at the man in front of him who was looking for water to wash his face and asked hurriedly.
The man had bloodstains on his face, but he was stunned.
"I am."
"It's a young gentleman who calls grass a firefly!"
"Where did this person come from?"
The man finished speaking in a hurry, then rushed to the eaves, holding water in the water tank to wash away the blood on his face.
Nan Dao stood there blankly.
Then he bent down, silently picked up all those things, stuffed them randomly into his bag, and walked out absentmindedly.
Return to the blacksmith shop.
The blacksmith who had been sleeping in the recliner all day long stood under the eaves for a rare occasion.
Nan Dao dragged his heavy legs towards the eaves.
"father......"
Nan Dao looked at his father in fear, wanting to say something.
This person was rumored to be from the East China Sea and was the best blacksmith in the world, but he just shook his head calmly.
Nan Dao stood in the yard blankly, not knowing what this meant.
"It's time for you to wake up."
The blacksmith said softly.
"Wake up what?"
"Wake up from a dream?"
"I wasn't dreaming!"
The blacksmith did not refute, but said softly: "Go and see the peach tree."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, holding an umbrella and walking towards the backyard.
In the drizzle in the backyard, the peach blossoms on the peach tree were blooming vigorously.
Nan Dao held up his umbrella silently, stepped on the wet path in the yard, and stopped under the tree.
See what the peach tree does?
"Life is a dream within a dream."
Nan Dao heard his father's voice coming from behind him, and was about to look back, but an irresistible force held his head, making his eyes stay on the endless peach blossoms, and then sink into it.
The last words that sounded like a sigh came to my ears.
"Everything in the world ends with the wind."
Nan Dao's eyes suddenly passed through the layers of peach blossoms.
A peach-colored face appeared in front of him.
"It's time for you to wake up."
The man said calmly.
Nan Dao looked at him blankly, and suddenly remembered a lot of things.
For example, his name is Peach Blossom.
For example, I really can't let go of the umbrella.
"Destiny is a river of peach blossoms that flies in all directions."
"The dream of love that is enough to make people indulge is over."
"It's time for us to continue drifting."
Taohua's voice was extremely calm.
Nan Dao lowered his head and shed tears, suddenly understanding the meaning of the word pain.
...
Ximen took Di Qianjun's sword from him and left the yard.
Walking all the way through the long street blurred by the drizzle, we returned to the heavenly prison.
The smell of being burned seems to have been suppressed by the rain, but when you walk into the yard, the stains on the pear blossoms on both sides remain, making the pure white petals look like the hazy gray edges of the mountains in the distant mountains. generally.
Ximen walked through the pear blossom path and walked towards the Prison Yard.
The Overwatch Council was burned down, and Ximen, who wanted to write something, had no choice but to go to the Penal Prison.
The ashes burned in the yard have been buried outside the city, but the gray traces still remain in the open spaces in the yard.
Ximen looked in silence in the courtyard for a while, then walked into the courtyard, found paper and pen, and started to write a letter.
Just like Zhang Xiaoyu said.
Simon only wrote two things.
The first thing is that the Human Sword Sect allowed the army from the north of Fengqiling to move towards Nanyi City.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu was talking about Nanyi City, everyone in the world knew that Huai'an's secular soldiers were all stationed north of Fengqiling. It was not to give face to Nanyi City, but to give face to the Sword Sect in the World. .
Just like Cong Ren and Shen He, the two disciples of Cong Zhongxiao, looked at each other from north to south.
Cong Ren rarely goes to the other side of Fengqiling.
Kamigawa rarely cares about Nanyi City's affairs.
As for the 300,000 Qingjia belonging to the Bei family, they will always be dispensable when Cong Ren is around.
The second thing was to lie about Liu Sanyue's death in Daze.
Ximen only wrote five words, Mr. Liu, the Minister, and then stopped.
Whether it is Qingtian Daoliu in March or Huaidu Liu in March.
It is a name that carries a lot of weight in the world.
Just like Zhang Xiaoyu's status in the Human Sword Sect or Shanhe Guan.
Suppose Zhang Xiaoyu went to Huaidu and died in Huaidu.
Everyone in the northern cultivation world who had anything to do with Zhang Xiaoyu on the day of his death must go to the Human Sword Sect and Shanhe Guan to give an explanation.
So Ximen remained silent and hesitant.
However, at this moment, there was a lot of noise outside the Heavenly Prison.
Ximen frowned, put down his pen, stood up and walked out.
The jailers who were still dealing with many funeral matters in the heavenly prison all went outside.
Something big seems to have happened.
Ximen's heart skipped a beat, and he coughed quietly as he headed towards the outer courtyard of the Heavenly Prison.
The originally cold and lonely alley was now crowded with people, not only the Heavenly Prisoners, but also many people from Nanyi City.
A crowd of people surrounded a Heavenly Prison patrol official who was wearing a green robe, looking panicked.
When Ximen saw the bloody green robe, he fell silent.
The patrolman holding the green robe came up and handed the green robe to Ximen's hand.
"Master Liu, he may have died in Daze."
Ximen silently picked up a corner of the green robe and looked at the blood on it that was difficult to erase.
These are indeed Liu Sanyue's clothes, and there are the words Qingtian Dao on the corner of the green robe.
When will the moon come in the blue sky?
This is a poem written on Mojian Cliff many years ago.
Ximen also wanted to stop drinking and ask.
So he looked at the patrolman who was in the realm of enlightenment.
"Where did you find this dress?"
"At the foot of the green hills outside Daze, there is an old man who grows flowers."
"What did he say?"
"He said that he saw a piece of clothing being pushed to the shore by Zeshui, so he picked it up."
Ximen silently twirled a corner of his clothes and shook it out.
There are countless blood stains on the green robe, the most serious one is on the heart.
It's just a piece of clothing, so it certainly doesn't mean that Liu Sanyue is dead.
He is an extremely outstanding disciple of the younger generation of the Taoist sect. He exists in the eighth realm of the minor path. Ximen did not know that Liu Sanyue had already entered the ninth realm of the minor path in Daze.
But Ximen watched in silence for a long time, but he remembered what Zhang Xiaoyu said to him.
It is extremely troublesome for such a character to die here in Nanyi City.
Neither Qingtian Dao nor Huaidu will sit idly by.
But, that's exactly what they want.
The greater the momentum, the more confident Nanyi City was in facing the heavy fog.
Ximen thought for a long time, looked at the people crowded in the alley, then looked back at the green robe, and then said calmly: "Master Liu is indeed dead."
The streets were filled with uproar.
"With such an injury, even if Mr. Liu is a direct disciple of Qingtian Dao, he will not survive."
Ximen said calmly, looking at the heavenly wardens.
"I will pay my condolences to Huaidu."
"Let's break up."
The heavenly prison officials returned to the courtyard silently, and then closed the door of the heavenly prison tightly, no longer caring about how Nanyi City viewed the news.
Ximen held the green robe and walked towards the courtyard.
"Do we need to go to Daze to look for Mr. Liu's body?"
One day the jailer asked.
Ximen stopped and looked up at the pear blossoms in the courtyard under the black walls.
"No."
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief as Ximen's back disappeared, not knowing why.
Ximen returned to the prison yard and sat at the case table again.
Hold the pen and continue writing calmly.
Master Liu, the minister, died in the swamp. His body was not found, and only his blood-stained clothes entered the city...
The patrol official Ximen passed it on to the dispatching envoy.
Ximen finished writing those things in silence, and then sealed the letter. Picking up Di Qianjun's sword that was placed aside, the languid sword intention surged out from the divine sea and surrounded the sword body. On the scabbard, there were runes exclusive to the Heavenly Hell Dispatcher that lit up. Ximen pressed the scabbard on it. On top of the envelope.
Ximen stood up with the letter in hand, coughed for a long time, then walked out of the door, handed the letter to a prisoner at the enlightenment level in the courtyard, and asked him to go north and send it to Shanyue City north of Fengqiling.
The man turned into sword light and left.
Shanyue City will naturally not be the upper-level organization of Nanyi City Heavenly Prison.
It's just that Nanyi City currently lacks people who can send letters directly to Huaidu.
Ximen could have done it, but he was also seriously injured now, not to mention the current situation in Tianjing. Naturally, Ximen could not leave Nanyi City.
Therefore, the only choice was to send it to Shanyue City first. The letter had Di Qianjun's stamp on it. Shanyue City's Heavenly Prison, which also belonged to the Southern Dispatcher, would naturally send the letter to Huaidu.
Ximen stood under the eaves of the prison courtyard, silently looking in the direction in which the sword light left.
The sword's meaning can travel thousands of miles, so it can naturally turn into sword light and travel thousands of miles.
For example, Qiu Xi'er, although she is in the Small Dao Realm, her swordsmanship is that of the rare Cliff Master Realm, so she directly used her sword to attack Young Master Wubei who was far away on the other side of Yunmeng Ze in Xuanxu Courtyard.
But a sword cultivator in the ordinary minor realm would naturally not be so outrageous.
It is usually around ten miles to a hundred miles.
Even if Ximen wants to go, it will take a long time to go back and forth.
So there are two things written in the letter.
One is the secular army in the north of Fengqiling, and the other is just about the cultivation world.
After watching in silence for a long time, Ximen looked back at the green robe hanging in the prison courtyard.
Zhang Xiaoyu said earlier that if Liu Sanyue was not dead, he would go to Daze to kill him.
Although the words are said very nicely.
But whether Zhang Xiaoyu will be Liu Sanyue's opponent is another matter.
So Ximen really didn’t think about it in this regard.
However, when this green robe stained with blood was brought back from Daze, Ximen also began to wonder if Zhang Xiaoyu had really gone to Daze.
Because there are not only sword marks on the green robe, but also Dao charm.
But it's not possible.
Zhang Xiaoyu was still on top of Nanyi City.
Ximen didn't know why he always suspected Zhang Xiaoyu so much.
Maybe it's because this Jianzong disciple who is unknown to everyone in Nanyi City is too shocking?
He is addicted to playing cards all day long, playing till darkness every day, but he can become the only person who has learned the Karma Sword, and he is also the great disciple of the contemporary Shanhe Guanshan Sect.
Such a person always makes people feel incredible.
But doubt remains doubt.
Ximen actually understood that Zhang Xiaoyu could not be related to Liu Sanyue's death.
Many people in the cultivation world know that before Zhang Xiaoyu came to the Human Sword Sect, he and Liu Sanyue were good friends.
Ximen thought about it, but was suddenly startled, and then fell silent.
Yes, even though Liu Sanyue's life and death were still uncertain, Ximen had already acquiesced in his heart that the Minister of War from Huaidu had died in Daze.
Ximen didn't know about the conversations that took place in the Jianzong Garden last night.
But if he was asked to think about it, maybe he would also make such a decision - for a person like Liu Sanyue to die in Daze, it would have a great impact on Nanyi City, or the entire south of Huai'an, which was about to face the unknown. is the best thing.
Ximen thought about this dark but heavy thought.
Sighing softly.
He walked into the courtyard of Heavenly Prison, looked at everyone for a long time, and then said softly:
"Next, Heavenly Prison will temporarily stop the pursuit of the Twelfth Floor and focus its activities on the edge of Daze."
"Are you going to rescue Master Liu?"
Ximen said softly: "If Lord Liu comes out of Daze safe and sound, we will welcome him back to Nanyi City."
"What if it's injured?" Someone sensed a very unusual meaning in this sentence.
Ximen looked up at the sky. Everything seemed extremely distant and hazy in the drizzle.
"kill him."
Simon said calmly.
The whole courtyard was silent.
Although some people have guessed the answer, they still find it unbelievable. As a supervisory agency directly under His Majesty, the Heavenly Prison would choose to kill Lord Liu from Huaidu here?
"Why?"
someone asked while standing in the rain.
Ximen turned his head and looked to the south, where there was a heavy fog that had not yet cleared and made it difficult to see through.
"The situation in Nanyi City is unknown and severe. We don't know what will happen, so we have to call for help from the world."
"Master Liu's death is a cry."
Everyone fell silent and headed out of the courtyard in twos and threes.
Until the heavy rain left only Ximen standing alone with a broken knife on his back and injuries.
