As if hearing something, the woman in green suddenly raised her head and looked towards the sky.
And at the same time.
The expression of the old sword cultivator at the entrance of the small courtyard also changed.
He raised his hand like a sword and drew several horizontal and vertical strokes in the sky.
A sword intention came out like a dragon, turned into a long sword, and carved several sword marks in the sky, like the shape of a Chinese glyph.
There is a sword dragging the sword's cold light down from the sky with great force.
The woman in green also changed her expression.
However, the sword did not fall on the town in the end.
Then he was locked in the old sword cultivator's sword marks.
The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Lock Qingqiu.
It was originally a Dao sect technique. After thousands of years, it was used by sword cultivators to create a trapping technique.
The old swordsman lowered his head, looked at the young man, and said with a sigh: "You can continue going north."
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella, raised his hand to recall the three swords, bowed to the old sword, and said softly: "Thank you."
The old swordsman just waved his hand calmly, turned around and walked into the yard, leaving the woman in green standing on the street still holding the sword, looking up at the sky.
...
Anything dropped from a very high place is destructive.
Therefore, the Kamigawa Law clearly stipulates that throwing objects from high altitudes is prohibited.
...
When Lu Xiaoer came back panting, Nan Dao was already sitting on the steps in front of the restaurant, waiting for him.
The little boy looked at the smile on Nan Dao's face and ran over in surprise.
"Uncle, did you win? How did you win?"
This question made Nan Dao, who originally wanted to ask Lu Xiaoer how he thought of dropping the sword while standing on the mountain, was stunned.
Lu Xiaoer saw the sword next to Nan Dao and let out a startled cry.
"Uncle, did you pick up my sword?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, looked at Lu Xiaoer and asked, "What happened to you on the mountain?"
Lu Xiaoer scratched his head and said: "I originally planned to use my sword intention to control the sword, and then throw the snow from the mountains down the mountain little by little. Isn't that what Senior Cao Weiying did. As a result, the sword flew too far, and it flew too far away from those people. The snow fell together. By the time I reacted, the sword was gone. I read its name, but it didn't respond, and later even the sword sense was broken."
Nan Dao finally understood the story in the green mountains outside the town.
Lu Xiaoer's sword was too far away, and the young boy who had only seen the mountain realm and had not yet entered the white-clothed realm would naturally be unable to take back his sword, unless the Xiwu Sword returned to Cao Weiying's sword lake.
And just at that time, Nan Dao saw it.
Thinking that this was Lu Xiaoer's brilliant work, he naturally took over the control of the sword.
The sword summoning technique of Tianya Sword Sect will give the sword that has experienced the baptism of Sword Lake an extremely fast speed.
In addition, after falling from a high altitude, when it landed in the town, it naturally had a strong impact.
That's why the old swordsman who had been watching had to take action.
Just like an article written by nature and found by chance.
Such a coincidental story also allowed Nandao to win the battle.
After Lu Xiaoer finished telling his story, he looked at Nan Dao curiously.
"So how did Uncle Master win?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said succinctly: "I saw your sword and caught it. I won."
Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.
"That's it?"
Nan Dao sighed and said, "That's it."
Lu Xiaoer took back his sword, covered it with his sword intention again, stayed there for a long time, and then said in amazement: "Then did we discover a new sword style?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "Probably?"
Maybe not necessarily.
After all, a certain fanciful founder of the Tianya Sword Sect thousands of years ago had such an idea, and that is why today's Tianya Sword Sect came into being.
Lu Xiaoer stood at the door for a while, but his stomach started to growl.
Although practitioners do not need to eat, this is based on the abundant vitality of heaven and earth in the body.
The young boy just saw the mountain environment, and was running around with his sword intention, so he naturally became hungry.
Fortunately, Nandao was already prepared.
At this time, the hot pot has been boiling for several boils.
Nan Dao had already added water twice. At this time, he heard the sound in the little boy's stomach, but he also smiled and said: "The hot pot is ready, let's eat first."
Lu Xiaoer nodded.
If Lu Xiaosan was taking the lead here, he would probably also say a few words about how handsome his uncle is.
But Lu Xiaosan was not here, so Lu Xiaoer naturally couldn't do this.
The two walked upstairs, still in the same position as the day before.
Lu Xiaoer sat by the window, sighing as he looked at the boiling red soup in the copper stove hot pot.
"Two hot pot meals in three days, what kind of magical day is this?"
Nan Dao smiled softly and said, "I have to thank you, Uncle Musician."
Lu Xiaoer also laughed and bowed to Lingnan devoutly.
"Thank you, Uncle Musician."
Naturally, Lu Xiaoer never mentioned the conversation at the small white waterfall after leaving Nandao.
But before the two of them started to move their chopsticks, the sound of footsteps could be heard in this very cold restaurant.
Lu Xiaoer held the chopsticks in one hand and looked over there. After just one glance, he put down the chopsticks and held the sword aside.
Looking at people with cold eyes is probably what the young boy looks like now.
Lu Xiaoer probably made a very clear distinction between his uncle's attitude and his attitude towards outsiders.
It doesn't matter if the young boy has cold eyes or green eyes.
Naturally, the woman in green didn't pay attention. She just looked at the sword in Lu Xiao's hand and then looked at Nan Dao without saying anything.
He walked straight to the table and sat down. Looking at the pot of red soup, he said very matter-of-factly: "Let's change it to the Yuanyang pot."
Nan Dao said calmly: "Why?"
The woman in green clothes was equally calm: "I want to eat too."
The shopkeeper heard the commotion upstairs and was afraid that the two would fight again, so he ran up quickly. When he saw this scene, he said politely: "I'll prepare another pot for you."
The woman in green is very persistent.
"Just this pot."
Nan Dao just looked at her quietly, and Lu Xiaoer naturally didn't have a good expression.
But Nan Dao finally looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Change it."
The process of waiting for the hot pot to be served again was very quiet.
Sounds that are not noisy in the world sometimes float into the building.
"I'm very interested in that sword."
When Lu Xiaoer heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Call me Senior Brother and I can teach you."
The woman in green clothes looked at the young boy beside her, and then at Nan Dao.
"Your junior brother?"
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer across the table, smiled and said, "My nephew."
The atmosphere at the table was probably not very pleasant.
Lu Xiaoer's simple words actually contained a heavy insult.
Naturally, the young boy and the woman in green had no grievances, but they probably had a hard time with their uncle, or with themselves.
Although the South Island passed in the end.
But this kind of openness was not what this woman meant.
It was the meaning of the old sword cultivator who didn't choose to take action.
It's just that the woman in Tsing Yi probably lost to Nan Dao in the end, so she didn't have any intention of arguing with Lu Xiaoer.
It is very tiring to worry about everything with others.
"But if you say it all, he is the successor of those sword skills." Nan Dao added lightly, "It was just an accident that I was able to summon the sword."
The woman in green frowned, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Which sword sect in Lingnan are you from?"
Lu Xiaoer sat by the window, raised his sword and said proudly: "The Xiaobai Sword Sect is also the Tianya Sword Sect."
The woman in green thought for a long time, then looked at the pride on the young boy's face and said sarcastically: "The former has never been heard of, while the latter has heard of it, but it doesn't have a good reputation."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment. He probably understood that the woman in green clothes was telling the truth. She didn't have the same expression as before. He just lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "You will hear it in the future."
Such a sentence actually made the woman in green look at the young boy with a slightly different look. She didn't say anything sarcastic anymore, she just said slowly: "Okay."
But then he remembered something again, looked at Nan Dao and said: "So that sword is the sword technique of Tianya Sword Sect?"
This was what Nan Dao was thinking silently in his heart when he summoned Xi Wujian. It was only then that the woman in green guessed it.
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes."
The woman in green clothes looked out the window, looked at the mist and green mountains, and murmured: "It turns out that the story of Tianya Sword Sect is true."
As a declining sword sect, Tianya Sword Sect is located to the west of Lingnan Sword Sect. It has not produced any famous figures and has not had many disciples in the past thousand years.
It's just that the reputation of such a sword sect is sometimes better than those of the Jinghong Sword Sect.
That's why it's called a stupid move.
But even though it has been ridiculed for thousands of years, I have to admit that there is some truth in it.
A preliminary explanation of Tianya Sword Sect's swordsmanship is included in the Xuanxu Courtyard.
Nan Dao said slowly: "Of course it is true."
The woman in green looked at the green mountains quietly outside the window for a long time, then turned back, looked at Nan Dao and said: "It's not okay to call him senior brother, but I can call you senior brother."
This sentence is very sincere.
Nan Dao is equally sincere.
"You can't even call me Senior Brother."
The woman in green frowned and said, "Why?"
Nan Dao looked at the woman in green and said, "My relationship with the Human Sword Sect has not been very good recently."
"I am not from the Human Sword Sect."
"Your sword is."
The woman in green said calmly: "My sword has been broken."
Nan Dao looked at the woman in green in surprise.
"The sword you cut off is my sword."
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't believe this.
A sword like that is not even as good as his own Peach Blossom Sword. It is naturally impossible for a Qinglian realm swordsman to use such a sword.
While the three of them were talking, the waiter at the restaurant had already brought out a mandarin duck pot.
Seeing a few people sitting there quietly, he breathed a sigh of relief and put the hot pot on the table.
Nan Dao stretched out his hand to help move the dishes on the table to make room for the hot pot, and said: "Let's eat first, the waiter is hungry."
The waiter on the side was stunned, pointing at himself and hesitantly saying: "Should I sit down and eat too?"
The scene was extremely silent for a while.
After a moment, the young boy pointed at himself and said, "My name is Lu Xiaoer."
The waiter said awkwardly: "Ah, that's it. Sorry, sorry."
Lu Xiaoer said very politely: "It doesn't matter."
The three of them didn't say anything else. They were all probably a little hungry, so they started ordering dishes and eating hot pot.
The woman in Tsing Yi really only ate what was in the clear soup pot on that side.
But Nan Dao didn't ask anything. After all, he was hanging there early in the morning, so he naturally didn't like to eat spicy food.
"My name is Chu Yao, you can call me Junior Sister Chu."
The woman in Tsing Yi took a bite of soft tofu and said calmly.
When Lu Xiaoer heard this, he subconsciously lowered his head to look at the woman's waist. It was probably very thin indeed.
Nan Dao didn't understand what this meant, so he just kept holding his own balls.
"I disagree."
"It doesn't matter." The young woman named Chu Yao said calmly, "After eating the hot pot, I will go to Lingnan. Since you are not the sect leader, naturally you have no say."
Lu Xiaoer said slowly: "He has the final say more than anyone else."
Chu Yao was silent for a while, and then said, "Lingnan really values you so much?"
Nan Dao did not answer this sentence, but responded to the previous sentence and said: "It's up to you."
The three of them said nothing and ate hot pot quietly.
After a long time, Nan Dao remembered what happened yesterday, looked at Chu Yao and asked, "Why did you kill that heavenly warden?"
Chu Yao raised his head, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Do you think I killed the person at the foot of the mountain?"
Nan Dao didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.
Chu Yao continued to eat the hot pot. The soup in the pot was clear, with some milky white color, maybe it was pork bone broth. On the other side, red oil was billowing, very warm.
But things in the world are naturally not as clear-cut as a mandarin duck pot like this.
For Heavenly Prison, many things are even more chaotic.
"He was going to die at the hands of the heavenly warden the night before yesterday."
Chu Yao said calmly: "He also knew that someone in the town sent a letter to Tian Yu, so he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep all night, so the people from Tian Yu planned to find him."
Chu Yao lowered his head and took small bites of a piece of meat taken out of the pot.
"So I also looked for him."
This is probably how the story goes.
So what's the reason?
Chu Yao said quietly while eating.
...
"Do you think such a person would be from the twelfth floor?"
Chu Yao stood on the roof of the town holding his sword, looking at the black-robed warden who stopped on the street in the west of the town, and asked with a sneer.
From where the two of them were, they could just see the courtyard.
There are still lights under the eaves in the courtyard.
Someone was sitting on the steps under the eaves, staring blankly at the night rain on the mountain.
The unknown warden just held up his umbrella, looked up at the woman following on the roof, and said calmly: "What if he is?"
Chu Yao said coldly: "Yes, so what?"
The Heavenly Prisoner pressed his sword and said calmly: "Yes, that's a lunatic. Maybe not now, but in the future. In the past thousand years on the Twelfth Floor, I have never heard of anyone who has truly become a so-called immortal. Even people like Bai Fengyu , have not crossed the gate of heaven. Who do you think can do it in this world?"
Bai Fengyu and Qingtian Dao is a story that happened a hundred years ago, a story that has been almost forgotten by the world, but for the people of Heavenly Prison, it is something that is difficult to forget.
When a person like Bai Fengyu reaches that time, there is Qingtian Dao and several proud disciples behind him. With such existence, it is naturally difficult for Tianyu to get involved.
But this does not mean that Heavenly Prison is indifferent.
They are just waiting and watching.
Chu Yao looked at him quietly.
People in Heavenly Prison are naturally incomprehensible to the world.
There are very few people in the world who can judge without suspicion.
The last such story was about the fourth emperor of Huai'an, Li Asan, who questioned the demon clan.
Once forced to rebel against the demon clan in the world
"I killed ordinary people by mistake and killed good people by mistake. This would not be a dereliction of duty." The Heavenly Prisoner said calmly. "The Huaidu Heavenly Prison issues fixed manslaughter quotas to each city's Heavenly Prison every year."
Chu Yao looked at the heavenly warden with an indifferent expression.
The latter said extremely calmly: "If he really becomes a madman in the future, it will be my dereliction of duty."
The manslaughter quota is an extremely secretive and cruel thing that cannot be openly disclosed to the world.
Tian Yu naturally knows very well how many people he kills by mistake every year.
Chu Yao just looked at it with a cold expression and held the sword in his hand.
And the heavenly warden probably didn't want to waste any more words. He pressed his sword and walked towards that side in the rainy night.
Then the sword was unsheathed.
.....
Chu Yao finished the story calmly.
Nan Dao also listened to the story calmly, and then started eating hot pot.
Chu Yao raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't believe it?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Of course I don't believe it."
Even Lu Xiaoer didn't believe it, but the young boy was shocked by what Chu Yao said, so he naturally didn't question it.
There are obvious errors and omissions in this story.
"The prisoner died in the wrong place."
Nan Dao said softly: "And he died by his own sword."
Chu Yao said calmly: "I thought you asked about this because you probably wanted to hear a story like this."
Nan Dao put down his chopsticks, picked up the wine on the table, poured himself a glass, and looked out the window while drinking.
"Yes, it is an outrageous but also enjoyable story."
Nan Dao turned his head, looked at Chu Yao, and said softly: "But I don't care about such things, I just think such a story is very strange."
"If people on the twelfth floor want to disguise themselves, they have to learn to tell a lot of lies."
"I think there must be people from Heavenly Prison in this town."
Nan Dao looked at the hot pot in front of him quietly.
"If it wasn't the man who died in the mountains, maybe it was you - you said you killed that man."
If no one is.
Then he killed it himself.
If it makes sense, it may not be the truth.
What can stir people's hearts is not necessarily true tragedy.
It could also be an elaborate lie.
There are naturally some truths and falsehoods to some of the stories, just like some of the numerous case files of the Heavenly Prison in Qinghe City that Yu Qingqing mentioned.
It’s just that people from Shanyue City’s Heavenly Prison probably won’t read it.
The world will not delve into it.
The story of Twelfth Floor is so confusing that it’s hard to find some real answers.
Just like Nanyi City Heavenly Prison, I still can’t remember that they have sent people to a place called Nanke Town countless times in the past ten years or so.
Nan Dao and Chu Yao looked at each other quietly for a long time. In the end, neither of them said anything, they just lowered their heads and ate hot pot.
