Although he knew that the sword master's behavior was a bit strange at that time, Chen He still went to the major poker halls in Nanyi City.
Maybe Zhang Xiaoyu is really there?
Chen He thought as he walked around the streets of Nanyi City at night. When he saw a poker hall or some place where people might gather to play cards - such as a street shop that was still brightly lit in the middle of the night, he walked in. Ask around.
It's just that in Nanyi City, which is so big, there are card halls and card games everywhere. Chen He is just an ordinary person, so naturally he can't really find them all.
Chen He naturally knew this, he just could find as many as he could.
Until late at night, many lights were extinguished, and some dots of lights were dotted on the buildings in the distance. Chen He, with his hands on his hips, panting, stopped on the street and looked over there.
This is still a street in the north of the city.
So is Zhang Xiaoyu playing cards?
Even if Zhang Xiaoyu is found, can Nan Dao really be brought out of there?
Chen He thought silently, rested for a while, and continued walking forward.
A man in loose robes walked out of the alley ahead and stopped on the road that Chen He was passing by, quietly looking at the young man running around in the middle of the night.
The lights were sparse in the middle of the night. Chen He didn't see clearly what was on the strange-looking robe. He just saw an unusual-looking sword hanging next to him, so he thought it was the Sword Sect. A senior brother on night patrol.
"Senior brother, do you know where Mr. Zhang Xiaoyu and Mr. Zhang are now?"
Chen He saluted and walked towards the man.
Young Master Wubei looked down at his robe, and then at Chen Huaifeng's sword beside him. He probably understood why he called him senior brother, but he didn't explain it. He just stopped there and said quietly: " What are you doing with him?"
Chen He hesitated for a while, but decided to tell the truth.
"Nandao was taken away by people from Heavenly Prison. I can't get into Heavenly Prison. I want to find him and see if I can get into Heavenly Prison to see what's going on."
Young Master Wubei stood on the street and raised his eyebrows.
South Island?
Is it that boy?
Young Master Wubei turned his head to look to the west of the city, and his face was illuminated by a lantern still hanging high in the distance.
But it was still blurry, and Chen He couldn't see his expression clearly.
Young Master Wubei looked at it for a long time, then turned back to look at Chen He who was stopping a few steps away. He thought about it and asked, "Why do the people from Heavenly Prison want to arrest Nan Dao?"
In fact, this is a very stupid question for the human world.
The people in Heavenly Prison always only arrest one kind of person.
People on the twelfth floor.
But Chen He felt that this question was not stupid, because he also felt that it was unreasonable.
Or maybe the unreasonable person is himself.
Even Rinan Dao had personally admitted that he was a person on the twelfth floor. But Chen He preferred to only hear the words behind him.
Being forced to hide under an umbrella all day long, I naturally want to go to the sky to see what is there.
If you want to see the sky, you naturally have to stand very high, on a tall building or on a high mountain.
So he embarked on this so-called road to immortality that the world does not recognize.
So Chen He said sincerely: "Maybe the people in Heavenly Prison have gone crazy again - senior brother, you should know something. They went crazy before and killed all their own people."
In fact, Chen He still knows a little bit about the truth.
But when people say something, they will naturally tend to favor themselves subconsciously.
Therefore, Chen He only talked about Tian Yu's madness, but did not mention the reason for his madness.
Those who hear it will subconsciously feel the same way.
Young Master Wubei did not feel the same way. He just looked at Chen He quietly. After a long time, he slowly said: "I don't know, but he should be in the Sword Sect and not come out to play cards."
Chen He was silent for a while and said, "Why?"
Young Master Wubei said slowly: "Because he has some sense of crisis."
Chen He looked at the 'Senior Brother Sword Sect' in front of him for a long time, and his eyes fell on his large sleeves. He didn't ask why, but said softly: "I know."
Chen He walked past Young Master Wubei and walked forward. After walking for a while, he turned around and looked at Young Master Wubei and said sincerely: "Thank you."
This time the word "senior brother" was not added.
Young Master Wubei didn't pay attention, he just nodded and stood quietly on the long street.
Chen He did not go back to the poker hall, probably because he had sweated a lot before, and now the sweat was cold, so he was a little cold, so he gathered up his clothes, lowered his head and walked towards the south in the night.
Young Master Wubei stood in the night for a long time, then turned around and looked in the direction where Chen He was walking.
The wolfberry sword next to him made a slight sword sound.
Young Master Wubei didn't pay attention, he just looked at it quietly for a long time, then turned to look towards the west of the city.
Not the human world in the west of the city.
But the tall black mountain range outside the west of the city.
...
The Prime Minister picked up a stick and walked on the Youhuang Mountains with some difficulty.
Jiang Ye was not far behind, holding the Sleepless Sword and following pantingly.
"Xiao Cai Ye, hurry up." Qing Xiang looked back at Jiang Ye who was following behind with some difficulty and said.
Jiang Ye said helplessly: "Dean, although you have also injured Shenhai, you are a big demon after all, and you still have demon power that can be used. I have injured Shenhai, so naturally I can't use anything. Walk slower." , it’s also normal.”
Qing Xiang thought about it for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. After all, he was a swordsman who only attacked but not defended, so he could understand even if he was not very strong.
So I walked and stopped in front, waiting for Jiang Ye.
After a long time, Jiang Ye followed up, stopped beside Qing Xiang, looked around, and sat down on a certain stone.
"Take a rest, take a rest." Jiang Ye put the sword on his knees and waved his hand.
Seeing this, Qing Xiang sat down helplessly.
"Many years ago, I proposed to this old boy Cong Ren that you, the Sword Sect, should practice both sword and body. Although absorbing the energy of heaven and earth into the divine sea will indeed strengthen your body, but compared to your sword, you yourself are indeed Weak."
The prime minister complained mercilessly.
Jiang Ye had no intention of arguing with Qing, and just nodded.
The prime minister is farting.
Of course the sword cultivator's body will not be weak.
That cultivated and tempered sword intent is no joke.
Maybe the Prime Minister likes to hit people with his fists, and he wishes that everyone could hit people with their fists.
With Jiang Ye's perfunctory attitude, the Prime Minister naturally said nothing more.
There is no sound of insects in the mountains and forests, and the barren Yellow Mountains are certainly not nonsense.
Jiang Ye looked at the Prime Minister and then at the Youhuang Mountains. For a moment, he didn't know how the human monsters survived when they were expelled to the extreme south of the Youhuang Mountains.
Jiang Ye didn't ask.
After all, when countless great demons came down the mountain towards the human world, it seemed that Qing Xiang had not yet been born.
Qing Xiangqian was sitting there, feeling a little bored. He turned to look at Jiang Ye and said, "In what year did you join the Sword Sect?"
Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and said, "It must have been the spring of Dafengli nine hundred and eighty-three years. I was only ten years old at that time."
The Prime Minister did the math and said with a smile: "It turns out that only twenty years have passed."
Jiang Ye looked at the Prime Minister speechlessly and said: "Twenty years can be regarded as a small half of a life for the world. Dean, although people always say that their life span is less than a hundred, not everyone can live until one. A hundred years old.”
The Prime Minister laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I've lived for too long and I have forgotten the concepts of these things."
Jiang Ye sat under the night with his sword in his arms, but he couldn't help but think of many things from long ago.
"Even Senior Brother Huai Feng was just getting started back then. We were just brought in by Master at that time. When we saw it, oh, everyone was playing cards. We thought we had met a liar."
Jiang Ye chuckled softly, but fell silent again. After thinking for a long time, he continued: "It's just that the senior brothers who played cards at that time are no longer in the Sword Sect. I can't even remember their names. Maybe they are somewhere in the world now." In a small town in this city, you marry a wife, have children and live in front of the world without caring about worldly affairs?"
So the ones playing cards became Jiang Ye and the others.
"Fortunately, Master has become more and more lazy in recent years. He has only brought back a little gourd in the past few years. He is already fourteen years old. He should not forget us senior brothers."
The Prime Minister did not speak. While Jiang Ye missed the senior brothers he saw playing cards twenty years ago, the Prime Minister looked back at the deep south of the Youhuang Mountains.
He also met a Sword Sect disciple there.
A demon cultivator disciple.
Of course not everything in the past is worth remembering.
The prime minister felt that this was the cruelest place in time.
But looking at Jiang Ye's appearance, Qing Xiang didn't tell the story, but just listened quietly.
Jiang Ye lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand, Huai Min's Sleepless Sword.
I wanted to talk about Huai Min's time again, but after thinking about it, I stopped talking.
As a disciple of the Sword Sect at about the same time.
Naturally, there are many stories happening.
But Jiang Ye doesn't want to mention some stories that end in tragedy.
It's as if those things have become redundant.
So Jiang Ye stood up with his sword in his arms, looked at the Prime Minister and said, "I'm ready to rest."
Prime Minister Qing raised his hand and patted Jiang Ye on the shoulder. He also stood up and walked down the mountain holding the stick.
Most areas of the Youhuang Mountains are higher than two thousand feet.
Both of them were sick and wounded, so they naturally walked stumblingly until the night was extremely dark and then gradually became lighter, before they walked down the extremely steep and dangerous mountain range.
So I walked in the fields between the mountains and the big city.
The war did not spread here.
Therefore, many crops in those fields are still growing safely.
A piece of green onion.
There are many fields here, which are actually the lands of the Lingnan sword cultivators on Fengqi Ridge to the north of Nanyi City.
There are also some from villages and towns outside the city.
Sometimes after those Lingnan sword cultivators came to plant the land, they would go to Nanyi City to play a few cards, win or lose a little, and then walk through the bustling city with their swords on their backs and walk up to the mountains to the north.
It's quite interesting.
The distance is not long.
Qing Xiang and Jiang Ye walked slowly over the field ridge.
The city gate is naturally closed at night.
Qing Xiang carried the ginger leaf with the dried sea of spirits and fell straight into the head of Nanyi City.
The two of them stood on top of the city. The prime minister looked at Jiang Ye and asked, "Are you going back to Jianzong, or are you going to the courtyard with me?"
Jiang Ye hugged the sword and said, "I'll go back to the Sword Sect."
The prime minister shrugged and walked toward the south of the city, minding his own business.
"Then I don't care about you."
Jiang Ye nodded and went down to the north of the city.
Qingxiang walked to the long street, turned around and watched the figure heading north gradually disappearing into the night, then turned around, looked at an alley not far ahead, and walked towards it, quietly Said: "Looks like you are waiting for me?"
The people in the alley didn't speak, they just stood in the night and looked up at a certain locust tree that poked out of the alley wall.
It wasn't until the Prime Minister walked to the alley in his white clothes that looked like blossoming plum blossoms that he turned around, walked to the alley, sat down on the clean steps, and slowly Said: "It's not that I'm waiting specifically, I just happened to see it and I have to come and see the dean."
The prime minister threw aside the stick he picked up casually on the mountain, looked at Young Master Wubei with a sword beside him, and said slowly: "I heard that you killed Chen Nu?"
Young Master Wubei said softly: "What do you think, Dean?"
The Prime Minister shrugged and said, "I have no idea, I just feel a little strange."
Young Master Wubei said calmly: "It's nothing strange. People who like those hearsay things to use as fodder for laughter and sarcasm naturally deserve to die."
"Just such a simple reason?"
"It's really just such a simple reason." Gongzi Wubei said sincerely, and then added, "At least it is like this for the world."
If you are not the protagonist of the hearsay stories, you will naturally not think those stories are cruel.
Therefore, Young Master Wubei has no intention of explaining those reasons to the end.
The prime minister didn't ask, he just sat on the stone steps at the entrance of the alley, quietly looking at Nanyi City at night, and then looked back at Young Master Wubei and Chen Huaifeng's sword.
"What are you doing in Nanyi City?"
Young Master Wubei said quietly: "Looking for something."
"what?"
"For example, in the assassinations that the dean encountered, some people were hiding behind them and fueling the flames. Some people were also willing to fall into such waves, hoping to get what they wanted." Young Master Wubei said softly, "But I am not very willing to."
Qing Xiang looked at Young Master Wubei quietly for a long time, then turned his head and said slowly: "I thought these stories had nothing to do with Northern Wizardry."
Young Master Wubei stood up, walked out of the alley in the night, and said softly: "It's precisely because it doesn't matter that I have to do these things. If I succeed, it will be the first time that Northern Witch Road will enter Huai'an." Chips.”
The prime minister nodded thoughtfully.
Young Master Wubei stopped on the long street at night, looking up at the gradually fading light in the world, including starlight and lights.
"Although the Huangliang Witch Ghost Dao is coming fiercely, they actually know that Nanyi City cannot really fall. Only the Human Sword Sect and the Lingnan Sword Sect have ended here. There is still no one in the entire north of Fengqiling. Movement. Huangliang is weak compared to Huaian, and Beiwu Dao is even weaker among the weak."
Young Master Wubei turned back to look at the Prime Minister and said slowly: "Even if they really have a chance to remind the world of the name of the Wugui Sect, the Northern Wu Dao is destined to be a branch abandoned by the Wu Gui Dao, so naturally I won't It may have brought them into this story of moths flying into a flame. In March, they had already left the surrounding area of Daze and hid in those mountains."
The Prime Minister looked at Young Master Wubei quietly and said, "So why are you telling me this?"
Young Master Wubei smiled and said: "Originally, I wanted to see Master Congren Sect, but the Three Swordsmen in the World are naturally not easy to meet. So I had no choice but to meet the Dean - if the Dean recovers in the future, he will naturally still be An extremely important person in Huai’an.”
Young Master Wubei stopped smiling and looked at the Prime Minister quietly, then bowed and said, "How will the Northern Wizardry go from now on? I hope the dean can help me a little."
At this point, the Prime Minister finally understood what Young Master Wubei was thinking.
It's not really a good guy or a bad guy review.
He is just looking for a future for Northern Wu Dao.
"Let's talk about the future." Prime Minister Qing said quietly.
Gongzi Wuai smiled, walked alone along the lonely long street, and said softly: "That's natural."
"Do you have an idea?"
Qing Xiang looked at him and asked.
Young Master Wubei raised his head, looked at the red lanterns that were still not extinguished somewhere in the world, and said slowly: "Maybe there are some guesses."
The Prime Minister said nothing more, stood up, picked up the stick again, and headed towards the Xuansheyuan.
...
Young Master Wubei seemed to be walking casually along the long street.
But the power of witches and ghosts gradually gathered around him.
Then the night seemed distorted.
The light that sparsely falls on the world is receding continuously.
The wolfberry sword that had been following him suddenly sounded uneasily, and the sword's intention spread in all directions, as if it wanted to break through the backward light.
Young Master Wubei quietly raised his hand and held the sword. His posture was a bit weird. After all, he was not someone who held a sword all year round.
The sword kept trembling, but it could not break free from Young Master Wubei's hand.
Young Master Wubei held the sword and inserted it on the ground. He raised his head and looked at the blue stone tablet hanging high somewhere in Nanyi City.
"Be quiet, it'll be fine in a while."
The wolfberry sword was nailed to the long street in silence.
Then countless rays of light came suddenly, passing through the sword like a big river.
Young Master Wubei crossed the sword and walked towards the stretched light.
The world is twisted at night.
But it is not space that is distorted, but time.
Young Master Wubei dropped his hands in his sleeves and silently stepped on the long river of time flowing backward, passing through the long streets until he reached the entrance of an alley somewhere.
It's just an ordinary alley, with moss in the corners and clothes hanging on the wall.
Young Master Wubei did nothing, just stood at the entrance of the alley with his hands lowered, quietly watching the years go by in the alley.
Night turns to twilight, twilight turns to morning light.
So the spring breeze rippled and the spring rain fell on this alley again.
The moss crawling on the corners of the wall dries up and turns green again.
Young Master Wubei waited there quietly.
Until more than half of March passed quickly, the years stopped.
A lantern stretched out at the entrance of the alley.
Just like a bright red fruit that grows over time.
