After hearing Nan Dao's answer, Zhou Shan thought for a while, and then said slowly: "Senior brother, should you have seen my colleague yesterday?"
Nan Dao nodded.
"Have you ever seen anything weird, senior brother?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Does not sleeping in the middle of the night and wandering around in the rain count?"
Zhou Shan said in a deep voice: "Who is it?"
"That colleague of yours."
"..."
Zhou Shan was silent for a while and asked another question.
"Why are you here, senior brother?"
"Just passing by."
"Why did you stop when passing by?"
"Because someone blocked the road."
"who?"
"The other person you asked."
Zhou Shan looked towards the yard at the end of the town and fell silent.
After a while, he stood up, held his sword and saluted, saying: "Excuse me, farewell."
Nan Dao nodded.
After the Heavenly Prisoner named Zhou Shan went down, he stayed in the inn for a while, probably to confirm what Nan Dao said.
It took a long time before he left.
Not long after, Lu Xiaoer poked his head out, looked at Nan Dao who was drinking alone outside, and asked doubtfully: "Has anyone been here just now?"
Nan Dao nodded and said, "The people from Heavenly Prison have left."
Lu Xiaoer walked out nervously, stood on the corridor and looked outside at the street where the rain had stopped. Sure enough, he saw a man in black clothes and a sword walking on the street.
"You didn't start a fight?"
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are they fighting?"
"Didn't you say that people from Heavenly Prison are difficult to get along with?"
However, Nan Dao suddenly remembered that a long time ago, in Nanyi City, Di Qianjun and Ximen were sitting honestly with their backs to Chen He and facing the pear tree. He smiled softly and said, "It's really difficult to get along, but it's just... It depends on the situation.”
At this time, Lu Xiaoer also saw another Heavenly Prisoner who walked out of the small courtyard of the old swordsman of the Human Sword Sect respectfully.
Compared to that person, Zhou Shan's attitude was actually quite bland.
Although he kept calling him senior brother, he looked neither humble nor arrogant.
After all, they are all people living in the world, and they are just some patrol officials.
Ximen's attitude was much better than that of Di Qianjun - when he was still a patrol official.
When he is imprisoned and takes power, he rarely sees the green hills of the world, and faces such complicated and confusing case files all day long. Probably many years later, Ximen will become like Di Qianjun.
Lu Xiaoer watched for a while, then walked back to Nan Dao with his sword, and lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Master will not be exposed."
Nan Dao looked at the warm wine on the stove and said softly: "Normally not, unless people from Nanyi City come."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, and then he probably remembered those stories in Lingnan, the Donghai sword cultivator who inexplicably said he would come to protect the South Island.
"Uncle Master has a criminal record in Nanyi City?"
Nan Dao said softly: "No, it's all burned."
Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard Nan Dao say: "But someone knows, and they are probably coming to the human world to find me."
The young boy looked at Nan Dao with a complicated expression.
"Uncle Master, are you still so calm?"
"Do you think it is more difficult to deal with the Sword Sect in the human world or in the heavenly prison?"
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while and said, "I feel like I have a headache."
The Human Sword Sect is naturally a high-level sword cultivator, but in the final analysis, it is a place that is reasonable.
But Heavenly Hell will not.
Once there is any sign.
Just fight to the death.
Nan Dao quietly looked at the afterglow of the town and said softly: "If there is snow, it won't be difficult to deal with."
In the Heavenly Prison of Nanyi City, the only two people who are difficult to deal with are Ximen and Di Qianjun.
If Nandao is given some more time, such a thing will naturally no longer be a big problem.
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao and said with some regret: "When will Uncle Master become number one in the world?"
This sentence is very similar to Le Chaotian's previous sighs.
Nan Dao smiled softly and said, "I don't know."
Although he knew that he was practicing very quickly, something like that was unknown.
What's more, there are still people in the world who have lived for more than a thousand years.
Lu Xiaoer sat down beside him holding his sword.
The two of them watched the town quietly at dusk.
Unfortunately, there is no snow color.
Perhaps God's will is also difficult to fulfill.
...
"If it's not the Lingnan sword cultivator and the old Zhenwei sword cultivator, it might be the brewer Yu Qingcheng at the foot of Zhenxi Mountain."
The town's policeman stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the four heavenly wardens in front of him, and said with some respect.
"Wine-making?"
Zhou Shan looked at him and asked.
"Yes." The detective who was usually in charge of Zhenxi said softly, "He is thirty years old and came to the town three years ago. No one knows where he came from. After he came, he built a mountain at the foot of the mountain. Yard, settled there, and later married the daughter of a family in the town, but he rarely interacted with people in the town, and his wife was the one who sold wine on weekdays. "
"What else?"
Zhou Shan frowned and said.
The catcher thought for a long time, and then suddenly remembered something. He raised his eyebrows, raised his voice, and said: "Sometimes he would go to the mountains, sit in a forest of rocks, and sit there. It rained and snowed that day, but I didn’t bring anyone back early.”
Zhou Shan looked back at his colleagues. None of the three said anything, but looked a little solemn.
All four of them are practitioners in the realm of enlightenment.
Faced with this situation, naturally there is no such relaxation.
Zhou Shan pondered for a while, then looked at the corpse in the alley, and said slowly: "Don't touch this place yet, seal it tightly, and take us to find the wine maker."
The detective nodded, and then led the way, and the five of them headed towards Zhenxi.
As they walked all the way, people along the way were very careful to get out of the way, and the four people in Zhoushan didn't pay attention.
After crossing some alleys, we finally saw the small courtyard isolated at the foot of the mountain in the west of the town.
There was some smoke in the yard, probably from cooking dinner.
The four people from Zhoushan walked forward calmly, without knocking, they pushed the door open and walked inside with their swords in hand.
I guess I heard the sound of the door opening, and a woman about thirty years old came out. She saw the dark robes all over her body, and her expression was obviously a little unnatural. She stood there for a while, but she still pretended to be calm. He bowed to everyone.
"My lords, do you have any business here?"
Zhou Shan looked at the woman calmly, then looked at the half-open door behind her, and said, "Where is your man?"
The woman was silent for a while, and then said softly: "He has been away from home recently."
"When did it happen?"
"The day before yesterday."
"What are you going to do on the third day of the Lunar New Year?"
"That was years ago."
So Zhou Shan didn't ask any more questions.
He just looked at the woman in front of him quietly.
There was no need to ask any more sincere words like this, which were not even bothering to be perfunctory.
The origin of the woman in the small town is naturally innocent, and this was made clear to them by the police officers along the way.
Therefore, Zhou Shan and others did not embarrass her and headed towards the room with their swords.
The woman didn't stop him, she just walked aside quietly and looked at the policeman beside her with indifferent eyes.
The policeman turned his head and looked outside the courtyard.
Zhou Shan and four people searched the house but found nothing. They went to the backyard. The backyard was backed by a green mountain. There was a small door leading to the mountain. In the yard were some brewing places, where many brewed wines were stored. of wine, and a vat of newly brewed wine beside it.
The fire was still burning on the stove nearby, and there were still some lees on the filter.
Zhou Shan frowned and looked at the scene in the courtyard, then walked back to the front yard, looked at the woman and asked, "Can you make wine?"
The woman said very calmly: "No."
Zhou Shan looked away and looked at the scene in the courtyard again, then looked at the policeman and said, "Take us to the mountains to have a look."
The detective nodded and said, "Okay."
The five people passed through the backyard and walked towards the mountains.
The woman just stood quietly in the yard, watching the raindrops on the eaves for a long time. Then she returned to the kitchen and continued to light the fire and cook.
The mountain road was not easy to walk after the rain, but after walking for a while, a stone-step path appeared leading to the mountain.
This is the way for people in the town to go to Lingnan Sword Sect.
It is also a certain path that sword cultivators on the mountain will take.
The group of people was silent and looked around.
Those heavenly wardens were probably a little uneasy in their hearts, so the swords never left their hands, and the Taoist cultivators also had a looming Taoist charm.
As for the catcher, he was ready to run away.
Even such an enlightened practitioner simply died there. Naturally, he had no need to resist and could just run away.
"Is he a practitioner?"
Zhou Shan asked, looking at the policeman on the side.
The detective thought for a while and said, "I don't know. People in the town rarely interact with him on weekdays, and he rarely goes out. No one knows what his condition is."
Zhou Shan said calmly: "At the end of the year, Shanyue City Heavenly Prison received a letter. It was precisely because of that letter that someone from Heavenly Prison came to patrol here."
When the police officer heard this, he said sincerely: "I don't know about this."
Zhou Shan just said this sentence and did not continue.
The policeman scratched his head, not knowing what such a sentence meant.
After a long time, everyone arrived at a strange stone forest. There was a path leading to the depths of the stone forest. The forest was not dark, and there was twilight falling.
The four people from Zhoushan stopped outside the forest.
The catcher said softly: "This is it, I won't go in, my lords."
Zhou Shan nodded, but then looked at the policeman and said slowly: "Do you know?"
What do I know, the catcher thought?
Zhou Shan walked towards the forest, and the voice came out through the stone forest.
"The twelfth floor is an existence that can only be proved but cannot be falsified. Now that we are here."
"You will see blood."
"It's either us or him."
The detective stood silently in the twilight of the forest, saying nothing.
The four people from Heavenly Prison walked into the stone forest.
There is sometimes some unmelted snow in the forest, piled up in the shade of the rocks, with some fallen leaves and some footprints on it.
Zhou Shan moved away with his sword, his sword intent ready to strike.
The stone forest was not long. The four of them had not gone far before they saw a man sitting on the edge of the stone forest.
The four people in Zhoushan stopped.
"Yu Qingqing?"
The man didn't answer, he just sat on the edge of a rock and looked at the world quietly.
Practitioners are also people in the world. If you don't want to show your cultivation, unless your realm is much higher than him, sometimes it will be difficult to tell the difference.
Therefore, facing such a scene, the four people in Zhoushan did not relax their vigilance. They dispersed slightly and looked at the man on the edge of the rock with solemn expressions.
The four people in Zhou Shan waited for a moment and saw that the man still made no movement, so they were about to move forward. However, at this moment, the man suddenly moved.
There was a clanging sword sound in the forest.
However, the sword sound did not come from the man beside the rock, but from Zhou Shan and another sword cultivator.
The man just took out a wine flask from his arms, pulled out the cork, took a sip, and then said softly: "This is the wine my father brewed many years ago. Until now, this is the only wine I have."
Zhou Shan frowned and did not move forward or sheath his sword. He just stood there with a solemn expression.
The death of their colleague in the town naturally gave them enough vigilance.
After the man took a sip of wine, he didn't do anything. He just sat there quietly and said in a low voice: "My father died in the hands of Heavenly Hell."
"Maybe like me."
"I was twenty years old at the time. When I came home, I only saw blood on the ground and a figure in black leaving in the alley. If you go to Qinghe City north of the Liuyun Mountains to look at the case files, There may still be traces of such an event.”
The man was silent for a long time when he said this.
Zhou Shan and others did not fall into the rhythm of the man's words. They just held their swords quietly, and the vitality of heaven and earth stirred the fallen leaves and snow in the stone forest.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, Qinghe City does not belong to the South of Heavenly Prison and is not under the jurisdiction of the Southern Dispatcher. Even if they really believe it, it is impossible to look through the case files there.
The man paused for a while and then continued: "I know that people in this town don't like me. I am withdrawn and behave strangely, so things like this become a sign of suspicion and a crime of silence. So someone wrote a The letter was sent to Shanyue City. The letter guest in the town was a good man. When he saw that the recipient was Heavenly Prison, he guessed that such a thing was because of me, so he ran over and told me I, you want me to get out of here quickly.”
The man chuckled softly, drank another drink, and continued: "But I didn't. When the letter was sent, I knew that everything would eventually fall on me, because I am not a pleasant person. .”
"The human world has always believed that no crime can be proven without suspicion. This is a law enacted by His Majesty himself, but at the same time, His Majesty has also created another extreme."
The man turned around and looked at the black robe in the twilight of the stone forest.
"That's the hell of a place of suspicion."
The expressions of the four people in Zhoushan were extremely calm.
Seeing this look, the man smiled and turned his head back, looking at the dusk, the clouds, the snow, and the small town on earth.
"Of course, I also know that what the people on the twelfth floor say cannot be believed - they will try their best to defend themselves, just like my father, just like me."
"After my father died, I studied this kind of thing for a long time. I always thought, if one day I am also suspected of being from the twelfth floor, how should I prove that I am not."
The man was silent for a while, taking a swig of wine.
"But I found that I couldn't prove it. It's true. In the past thousand years, Heavenly Prison has not found a way to distinguish between the people of the world and the people on the twelfth floor. Naturally, I can't do it either."
The man continued to drink.
He lowered his head, probably looking at the small yard on the edge of the town down the mountain.
After looking at it for a long time, he raised his head and drank the bottle of wine, threw the bottle down, stood up, and turned to look at the four people in Zhoushan.
"I was the one who killed the man from the Hell yesterday. When I got the news that you came to the town, I came up the mountain. When you asked me if I was cleaning up, I didn't answer."
The man calmly put his hand into his arms and pulled out something like a sword hilt.
"I am from the twelfth floor."
"Just like my dad."
"Hundred......"
Before the man finished speaking, the dusk in the world seemed to waver.
It was like a thin curtain flickering the sunlight in front of his eyes.
The sword had already penetrated his chest without any hindrance.
The man fell back and sat down, looking at the long sword embedded with sword intent inserted into his heart.
"The man on the twelfth floor who can't argue with himself."
The man coughed up a mouthful of blood and finished his sentence calmly. Then he smiled contemptuously and pulled out the sword from his arms.
An even denser net of sword intent and dao charm fell down, passing through the man's body extremely quickly.
His eyes dimmed, and he held a sword hilt in his hand. There was only one sword hilt - it was very old, maybe he picked up a broken sword abandoned by a sword cultivator in the mountains.
Perhaps this is the most ironic part of this story.
Zhou Shan stood there in silence, raised his hand, took back his sword, and put it into its sheath.
Perhaps I suddenly understood the laziness of the woman in the yard.
"I know you may not be."
Zhou Shan turned and left.
"But what if it is?"
None of the four said anything.
Turned around and left here.
There is no doubt of guilt.
This is the most cruel place in Heavenly Prison.
...
Nan Dao heard this story from a town citizen who was watching from a distance on the side of the mountain just before nightfall.
The world is just a story heard one by one.
The man seemed to be very emotional.
He came over and asked for a bottle of wine and told this story in the inn.
But when someone asked who sent such a letter, there was no answer.
People were silent in unison.
That kind of tacit understanding probably means one thing, maybe everyone has such a possibility.
As for cleaning up, is it someone from the twelfth floor?
This is an inexplicable truth.
Nan Dao sat quietly on the second floor drinking wine without sighing.
He is from the twelfth floor, so he naturally knows more about what is going on.
If Tian Yu is a lunatic, he was driven crazy by the people on the twelfth floor.
If the people on the twelfth floor are crazy, then they are probably driven crazy by the Heavenly Prison to a large extent.
The two achieve each other.
But there is still a problem in such a short story.
"Did Yu Qingqing kill that person from Heavenly Hell?"
Someone asked such a question.
So someone also answered such a question.
"no."
The man came from outside the inn.
"I killed him."
