The Prime Minister returned to Xuanxuyuan early in the morning, but never went to Jingsi Lake. Instead, he went to the small building in Tanchun Garden.
Standing against the railing, holding a bottle of wine bought on the road.
The prime minister has not had a drink for a long time.
So when the first sip enters the throat, it penetrates the heart.
But there is a subtle feeling of dizziness.
The feeling at that moment is probably incomparable to anything in the world.
I read some stories on high-rise buildings.
For example, someone goes up a mountain to return a sword, and then drains his breath and disappears into the world without knowing his whereabouts.
For example, when someone robs a prison in a car, he comes and goes with a bang.
The former prime minister actually had no idea, but when he saw the latter, the prime minister sighed for a long time.
How long had it been since I had been in the courtyard, and they had come up with this thing?
It looks very interesting.
Qing Xiang thought this way, and probably guessed how the thing was made, but Qing Xiang didn't want to do it himself, so he went down the small building and walked towards the small bamboo garden.
Yunhu must know how something like this came from.
Carrying a wine flask and drinking under the April sunshine.
Although there are many students coming and going in the courtyard, most of them have never seen this outstanding dean. They just looked at the bloody plum blossoms on the white clothes and the black footprints on the corners of the clothes, and thought it was very strange. So I took another look.
The prime minister smiled and nodded and walked over.
All the way to the small bamboo garden.
Yun Huzhidao was sitting at the stone table in the garden. There were many classics placed beside him. He was reading through them, biting the penholder, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Hearing footsteps in the bamboo forest, I thought it was Chen He wandering over again, so he said without raising his head: "Are you back?"
"Um."
Yun Hu nodded and felt something was wrong with his voice. When he looked up, he saw Qing Xiang standing in the yard holding a wine bottle, drinking and looking around.
"..." Yun Huzi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Why is it you, Master Qing?"
The prime minister sighed and said, "Okay, then I'll go."
As he said that, he turned around and left.
The scholar who was addicted to reading hurriedly stood up, took the Prime Minister's hand, and explained: "I didn't mean that. I thought it was Chen He who came back, so I asked."
The prime minister stubbornly walked out of the courtyard and said, "I've been away for so long and you don't even miss me. What's the difference between this and what you said before? I'd better leave."
Yunhu pulled for a long time, but he didn't move the minister, so he let go and said, "Okay, then I won't keep you."
Qing Xiang stood there with his hands stretched out in a daze, still maintaining the posture of being pulled outwards and struggling.
Seeing Yun Hu Wuzhen sitting back at the stone table, the Prime Minister walked over with a smile, sat down on the stone stool at the opposite table, looked at Yun Hu Wuzhen and said: "Haha, just kidding, just kidding .”
Yunhu didn't know that of course it was just a joke. He held the scroll, looked at the blood on Qing Xiang's body, and asked seriously: "Master Qing, did you encounter something in Huangliang?"
Qing Xiang drank wine and said slowly: "It's just a small matter."
Yun Huzi said softly: "Things that can force your realm to fall may really not be considered trivial."
The prime minister smiled and said, "It was just a momentary oversight."
"Then it must be that you have been drinking all day long and have drunk yourself. Otherwise, you should give up drinking."
"..."
The Prime Minister looked at the wine bottle in his hand, shook his head firmly and said, "No, it's not the wine, it's that I'm too stupid."
Yunhu looked at the Prime Minister helplessly and wanted to persuade him, but he saw the Prime Minister wave his hand and said, "Don't mention these things."
Yun Hu asked curiously: "Then why is Master Qing sitting here?"
Qing Xiang chuckled, looked at Yun Hu and didn't know, and said: "When I came back before, I saw someone driving a very interesting wheelchair out of Xuansheyuan. This thing must have something to do with you."
"Well, it's Chen He's own whimsical idea, as well as the contributions of many gentlemen from the School of Mathematics and Physics."
The prime minister waved his hand.
"I don't care, I want one anyway."
Yun Hu looked at the Prime Minister speechlessly and said, "Master Qing, you have lived for more than a thousand years, how come you are still like a child?"
The prime minister drank wine and said confidently: "What's wrong with being over a thousand years old? Don't you know that a man is a boy until he dies?"
"..." Yunhu was silent for a long time, then looked at the old man in white who looked like a scoundrel in front of him, and said slowly, "It will take some time, because there was only one Tianyan machine in the courtyard before. Go to the city to find a blacksmith shop to make parts and come back."
"It doesn't matter. If you need my help, just ask." Qing Xiang said proudly.
Yunhu didn't say anything, he just looked at the prime minister quietly.
Qing Xiang looked at his whole body strangely, then looked at Yun Huzi curiously and asked: "What are you looking at? Do I look weird?"
Yun Huzi said softly: "Master Qing, when you come back this time, is this the only thing you want to say?"
Qing Xiang thought for a moment and said, "Otherwise, what else could happen?"
"..." Yunhu was speechless for a long time, then said, "Okay."
After saying that, he stood up, went back to his room and looked for the drawings he had left behind after he got into the Tianyan car. He took those drawings and headed towards the School of Mathematics and Physics.
The Prime Minister took a quick glance and felt that the things on the drawing were different from what he saw. They seemed to look better. Maybe the appearance was modified later?
The prime minister didn't ask too much. After all, professional matters should be left to professionals.
Seeing the helpless scholar walking away through the bamboo forest path, the prime minister was bored and wandering around in the yard drinking wine.
I have no idea of going to Jingsi Lake.
Not at all.
...
Young Master Wubei was sitting quietly by the Nanyi River, holding a bottle of wine.
After leaving Tomb Mountain, Young Master Wubei walked slowly along the Nanyi River.
It seemed like he was waiting for someone, or just wandering around casually.
Someone was sitting on the bridge not far away, talking about separation very freely.
Then the young man drove the wheelchair toward the north.
The young man held an umbrella and carried a sword on his back, heading east of the city.
Young Master Wubei watched quietly.
I'm also a little curious.
That young man was still looking for help with a sullen expression just last night. Why did he become so carefree today?
The boy named Nan Dao seemed to be fine.
So the brief and inconspicuous separation in the human world ended at the bridge.
Young Master Wubei's eyes followed the young man towards the east of the city, and then he looked back, looking down at the river in front of him for a long time, and then he said to himself: "Why, you still don't want to see me?"
There were many pedestrians walking slowly behind them. There were also many people standing under the trees by the river to enjoy the cool breeze. There were also some people fishing quietly with fishing rods in the pavilion not far away.
But no one responded to Gongzi Wubei's very strange words.
Whether you are leisurely or in a hurry, you are just doing your own thing.
Young Master Wubei smiled softly and continued: "I find it very interesting that since you stopped believing in me a few years ago, even the world began to doubt me."
"Some people may think that this is how it should be. People who have done bad things should naturally desert themselves. Then when I fell into the mud pit, I walked up with noble thoughts and stood by the mud pit spitting, or stepped on it with my feet. .”
Young Master Wubei was talking to himself, and fell silent. The bottle of wine he was holding had not been touched yet, but was slightly swaying with his hand on the guardrail.
"But my dear brother." Young Master Wubei spoke again, looking at the wine bottle in his hand. "The real mud puddle is always brought to me by you."
Then the jug also opened its mouth, pouring the wine made from some stories into the mouth of the young man who had no lower lip.
Young Master Wubei took a sip, placed the wine bottle on the guardrail, then stood up and headed south of the city.
The jug of wine was left there, and maybe someone would come and take a sip, and then carefully recall the details that were deliberately ignored in the story.
Maybe not.
He just stood calmly in an undiscovered corner and watched the figure leave.
Young Master Wubei didn't pay much attention and walked along the river bank for a while, then turned into another long street and walked forward until he stopped in an alley.
There was some noise outside the alley.
It is the sound of people walking back and forth, and it is also the sound of bargaining.
Maybe a wet market.
Some of the Sword Sect's senior brothers would come here from time to time to find some work, such as delivering food to restaurants in the city, to earn some start-up capital for playing cards.
Such as ginger leaves.
So the minister calls him Xiaocaiye.
When he usually walks the streets of Nanyi City smelling like a vegetable, people would not think that he is a disciple of the Sword Sect.
Nanyi City is always like this.
No one pays attention to who is who.
So Young Master Wubei walked in the city for a long time before he stopped in front of this alley.
To the human world, this is just an ordinary alley.
Many people will pass through here after buying groceries.
But for the spiritual world, it is not.
Because a certain old Taoist who had stirred up troubles over the years died here.
Wind and rain come from all directions.
Perhaps it is indeed a storm in all directions.
When the storms brought by him over the years gradually subsided.
Since his death, another storm has begun in the world.
Young Master Wubei heard this story again in the occasional chat in the human world.
So after walking through another alley for years, he went to Tomb Mountain, left Chen Huaifeng's sword on it, and then came here.
The April sunshine quietly shines on a short distance to the east of the alley.
It was exactly where Young Master Wubei was standing.
So starting from here, those shadows began to slowly lengthen.
Until it is level with the human world.
Then night fell again.
The years in the alley are like a river flowing backward, slowly moving towards a brief pause in the human world.
The art of migration is a real, non-lethal human witchcraft.
Perhaps some talented and intelligent people can actually go against the flow of time, instead of standing on the riverside and overlooking it.
But that has nothing to do with the fact that it can be called the three major magic arts in the world along with Yue Xing Shu and Nine-Character Mantra.
The most fearful person in the world is the art of migration.
He is always the one hiding in the darkness.
When everything goes against the flow and someone stands in the long river of time and looks back at the past, many forgotten things have to reappear in the world.
Therefore, both the Prime Minister and Chen Huaifeng chose to acquiesce to Young Master Wubei's stay in Nanyi City at this time.
Young Master Wubei stood silently in the alley.
Waiting for all the years to go back and all the stories to come to light.
Until the heavy fog reappeared in Nanyi City.
It was an early morning on March 25th in the year 103 of the Gale Calendar.
It is only eight days from now.
In these short eight days, a lot of things have happened in the world.
Did it start here?
Of course not, it was from earlier.
It was still when Wubei, the young master of the great witch, smelled the gust of wind at the edge of the river.
But from here, some people started to come out.
So Young Master Wubei began to get a glimpse of some stories.
Bai Fengyu is shopping for groceries.
The person hiding under the black robe is waiting in the alley.
The story is short.
It's just a hasty collision of some Taoisms with other Taoisms.
Then countless sword intentions poured out from Bai Fengyu's heart.
When Bai Fengyu died, the sweeping winds briefly blew up the corner of the hood of his black robe.
Young Master Wubei naturally realized this when he saw Bai Fengyu's extremely shocked expression before his death.
It's just a pity that the location where he came is not very good.
It was facing Bai Fengyu, but facing away from the man in black robe.
So the years flow again.
Young Master Wubei walked forward and stood where Bai Fengyu was, quietly looking at the man in black robe standing in the fog.
All stories come full circle again.
Just this time.
The white wind and rain did not come.
Young Master Wubei stood there in a daze, looking back at the stone path leading to the vegetable market.
Everything is deserted.
No old Taoist came carrying pork and radishes.
Young Master Wubei was silent for a long time.
Turning back, the man in black robe was already standing in the same position as before.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The whole world fell silent, and the voice of the man in black robes sounded calmly in the alley.
Young Master Wubei looked at this scene in shock.
But he couldn't help but marvel.
Yes.
Qiankun Yigua.
Accurately calculated all the Qiankun hexagram techniques.
"Huai'an Avenue is indeed unfathomable." Young Master Wubei was silent for a long time before quietly looking at the man in black robes in front of him and said.
"Taking it from the outside." The man in black robe seemed very humble.
It seemed as if he was speaking extremely seriously about an incomprehensible fact.
"I heard that a fortune teller is three feet away from destiny, what about you?"
The man in black robe said calmly: "I am two feet nine away from my destiny."
"Amazing." Young Master Wubei admired sincerely, "But I can't understand it."
"What?"
"I'm not from this period of time."
"You are the one in this destiny." The man in black robe said calmly, "Everything in the destiny can be seen, but only the people in it cannot."
Young Master Wubei was silent for a long time and said, "When did it start?"
The man in black robe said softly: "When you are standing by Daze, looking at the people coming from Nanchu, and thinking about some stories about betrayal in your heart."
"So that's it."
Young Master Wubei's words slowly drifted down the alley, and then his hands came out of his sleeves.
It is an ancient and complicated witchcraft.
The world hangs upside down.
The river comes.
It's a ghost technique, the moment of the Styx.
When Gongzi Wubei discovered that Bai Fengyu, who was supposed to step into this alley, did not arrive, he tried to leave this wandering time.
It's just that an extremely mysterious force is constantly swirling in the alley, interrupting the trajectory of those migration techniques.
In the corners of those foggy alleys, there is a faint flow of Taoism.
So Young Master Wubei quickly changed his mind.
Then the river Styx came from the sky in an instant.
The whole world hangs upside down.
The two of them seemed to be standing in the world of Styx that no one had ever truly seen.
The man in black robe did not stop, but stood calmly on the other side of the river.
Naturally, Gongzi Wubei wanted to use the eternal river running through the world to break through this weird frozen time.
Then he saw the man in black robe calmly raised his hand.
Bai Fengyu, who had not appeared in the alley originally, overlapped with Young Master Wubei's figure at this moment.
Young Master Wubei looked at the Tao Jue that had appeared once before in the first migration, but he realized something.
At this moment, Bai Fengyu's expression overlapped with that of Young Master Wubei.
Full of shock and disbelief.
So it's possible to kill someone like this?
Young Master Wubei only had time to have a thought flash through his mind.
The sword intent that burst out from Zibai Fengyu's body also passed through Young Master Wubei's figure in an instant.
At the same time, the Styx surged wildly and rushed away from the shore, so the human years returned hastily.
Young Master Wubei suddenly knelt down in the alley.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Countless sword intentions lingered around the body, and then broke away.
After a brief silence in the alley, people fled out of the alley in panic, carrying fruits, flesh and vegetables.
Young Master Wubei looked down at the pool of blood in front of him that was full of sword intent. It took him a long time to calm down from the shock.
The sword wind dissipated, and the broad witch robe fell down, covering his body full of sword holes again.
The Wu River in the body has been filled with holes.
That came from the sword intention of Cong Yan, one of the three swords in the world many years ago.
Even Bai Fengyu, who was at his peak back then, was seriously injured by that sword and has disappeared from the world since then.
What's more, Young Master Wubei.
The only good thing is that those sword intentions were located in Zibai Fengyu's body through the years, rather than actually facing them directly. Young Master Wubei also summoned the Styx at the first time, breaking through the years and returning.
Otherwise, it would be inevitable to die directly in those years.
After being silent in the quiet alley for a long time, Young Master Wubei slowly stood up with his hands on the stone slab.
A surge of witch-ghost power blocked the sword holes on his body that were constantly bleeding, but he was still coughing up blood.
Those sword intentions didn't just cross the Wu River.
It also passes through the lungs and organs.
Even a piece of his heart was cut off.
Young Master Wubei bent over and kept coughing, his mind gradually became a little trance-like.
But the most important injury is not actually on the body.
But in the soul.
The person with a soul body sitting cross-legged on the Wu River in the body has had his limbs cut off and his neck cut off. Only some tiny soul bodies are still pitifully connected.
Young Master Wubei kept coughing.
He never thought that he would end a hasty story in such a way.
He always thought that he had imagined Huangliang as weak enough and Huaian as strong enough.
But whether it was the man in black robe who was proficient in the Qiankun hexagram or Cong Ren's sword intent, they all proved one thing - he still didn't think enough.
The soul above the Wu River can no longer hold on for long.
Young Master Wubei coughed in the alley for a long time, and finally regained his composure. The Wu River in his body was surging, and the fallen limbs were wrapped around the soul body again, and then he held the hanging head with both hands and pressed it. On top of his neck, he sat in the Wu River in a weird posture.
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, retracted his hands into his sleeves, and walked out of the alley.
He knew that he had fallen into the fate that the man in black robe said could not be pried into.
But he still had to take a gamble.
Just like what I said to Chen Huaifeng on Mushan Mountain.
This is the Northern Witch Way.
Last chance.
