People in Huaidu sometimes experience two dark nights.
In the rotation of the entire capital, sometimes some long streets began to survive the darkness of human night, and then in the kind of movement that slowed down after nightfall, when they opened their eyes, they saw another piece of land. Night - those are the streets where people walk on above Huaidu.
After the Wei Shen Human Rebellion passed, the entire Sophora Tower no longer stood still as it did during the day, and then, just like the previous alternations, it made a very loud sound to remind the world of the changes in this capital city.
Instead, it has become a movement like a long stream of water, starting from the You hour and ending at the Yin hour.
Finally, at the end of the Maochen Heavenly Prison Reign, the first mighty change in the voice will begin in a day.
It reminds the people of the world that the rule of the Siwu Demon Clan is coming.
Except for the three clear periods of governance during the day, the rest of the time, although there are still clear-cut changes, is a time of no governance.
Lack of governance does not necessarily mean there is no control.
Perhaps it was ruled by hanging the arch, or perhaps the person who was to govern had not yet entered the capital.
Although Huaidu did not disclose what the remaining three governances were, people speculated that they might be the governance of Youxu Shangjing, the governance of Haizi gods and ghosts, and...
The rest of the world doesn't dare to say the name in Huaidu.
Your Majesty is certainly generous and wise.
Except for Heaven, a place that no one can understand.
Xu Chunhua and Chen He drove Tianyan cars and wandered around this capital city like spring rain and clouds until the end of the Weishen Reign.
They didn't know where they were now, and Chen He was already prepared to not be able to find his way home tonight, and then wander around in this vast capital all night without going to sell tofu tomorrow.
The spring rain seemed to have stopped, but it seemed not to have happened.
There is no trace of rain on this slowly sinking street, but looking into the distance is still a bit blurry.
The two of them were not sure whether it was the rain and mist that had not subsided, or the water vapor evaporated by the human heat in Huaidu.
But no matter what, Chen He didn't want the rain to stop.
After all, water prices in Huaidu will come down only if there is enough rain.
Everything is naturally not absolute.
Twilight pours into the world.
Chen He didn't know why, but he always felt that the twilight was falling on this city after the rain, as if someone had boiled a hot pot, and then sprinkled some water mist that was ground so fine that it was almost Like an orange-red chili powder.
Probably after a day of shopping, I ate some sizzling tofu and felt a little hungry.
He looked at Xu Chunhua who was walking leisurely and leisurely aside. Although this small town girl didn't say anything, she was probably hungry.
Chen He looked around for a long time and saw a restaurant on the side of the hanging street on a certain floor below, but he still felt a little hesitant.
Because he didn't know if he had enough money.
After all, this is a place where a steamed bun costs twenty cents.
If it were in Nanyi City, the money he would pay for a few steamed buns would be enough for him to take the boy to eat a roast chicken and drink all night long.
But this is Huaidu.
Xu Chunhua probably felt some silence. She turned to look at Chen He who was pushing the Tianyan cart and staring at a certain restaurant. She probably understood something. She turned back and laughed softly: "Chen He, I think gone back."
Although the yard is not big, it still has some firewood, rice, oil and salt.
Although they are all very expensive, they are still much cheaper than outside.
Living in the city of Sophora japonica is naturally not easy.
Chen He is like this, let alone someone like Zhang Xiaoyu.
Chen He looked at Huaidu with some melancholy.
"But we don't know where we are now."
Xu Chunhua walked leisurely on the slowly moving streets in the twilight after the rain stopped.
"It doesn't matter. Maybe you will see that familiar alley while walking?"
Huaidu is naturally changing all the time.
People like Chen He and Xu Chunhua who are unfamiliar with the city don't know how the capital operates and which alley the long street in front of them will lead to at the next moment.
Chen He looked at Xu Chunhua for a long time, then nodded and said, "Okay."
...
Mei Xiyu was sitting under a pear tree in a courtyard somewhere in Heavenly Prison.
Thousands of pear trees are in bloom.
Such a dark and deep place, colliding with those snow-white flowers and colors, is obviously very bright and eye-catching.
Mei Xiyu was not meditating, but she was not as hard to move as a prisoner as the world thought.
Just like what Bai Yuyao said to him when he lived in Shanyao.
He would stay in Heaven Prison for a few months, and then Huaidu would prepare a yard for him in the city.
After three years, you can return to Qingtian Dao.
Although the world today has changed.
Such a thing has been confirmed to have nothing to do with Qingtian Dao.
But Mei Xiyu was naturally burdened with more than just what Zhang Xiaoyu had done.
And Beitai.
The Qingtian Dao must finally give the world an explanation for the three hundred thousand Qingjia who traveled from south to north via the East China Sea to reach Sophora Capital last year.
Therefore, Mei Xiyu still needs to stay in Huaidu.
This Qingtian Taoist, who innocently became the person responsible for certain things because of a letter from a certain boy in Lingnan, sat there quietly, looking up at the thousands of white flowers falling on the tree.
Maybe it looks like the little white umbrellas on many floral skirts.
Maybe he was thinking about whether flower seeds had been buried on an empty flower stand somewhere outside the small town at the foot of Qingtian Road.
A man walked past the courtyard, then turned back quickly. He stood on the courtyard road and looked quietly at the Taoist under the tree.
Perhaps because the figure stayed too long, Mei Xiyu finally lowered his head, looked past the pear blossoms, looked at the person on the courtyard road, and said softly: "What is the prison master looking at?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and walked towards the Lihua Courtyard.
"Nothing, I just remembered something interesting."
"What's interesting?"
Liu Qinghe thought of a woman holding a small white umbrella who walked past among the demon clan when he was talking to Li Chenghe this morning.
Heavenly Prison naturally doesn't care about human affairs, and has no intention of holding everyone's secrets in his hands.
But they still understand a little about people like Mei Xiyu who were sent to Heavenly Hell.
I know that such a Taoist with white plum blossoms in the rain has his own white plum blossom.
Liu Qinghe's tall figure walked between the pear trees, knocking down the pear blossoms.
"Nothing, just some small things."
Wherever Liu Qinghe walked, there were pear blossoms falling all over the place, which seemed to have a sense of desolate beauty.
Mei Xiyu looked at the white flowers behind the tall man in black robes and did not continue to ask.
Even if Liu Qinghe is not the Lord of Heavenly Prison, such a great demon in the world is still his senior figure in the world of cultivation.
Asking too many questions would be rude.
Liu Qinghe stopped not far away, looking up at the green eaves of the human world, dividing the colors of the clouds falling into the heavenly hell, shining on some pear blossoms, like a rouge painting The finished painting is average.
"Huaidu has changed your detention time to two years." Liu Qinghe stopped talking.
Mei Xiyu had no objection.
Whether it's two years or three years, after all, it's just an explanation to the world.
No matter whether it was two years or three years, he, Mei Xiyu, would still be an innocent person taking the blame.
"Chidoji has prepared a house for you in the east of the city."
Liu Qinghe turned back, looked at Mei Xiyu and said slowly: "You can move in after a while."
Mei Xiyu raised her head and looked at Lihua quietly.
"Thank you, Prison Master."
Liu Qinghe smiled and said: "No need to thank me, because these things have nothing to do with my heavenly hell."
Mei Xiyu only stayed in Heavenly Prison temporarily, not the person who should stay in Heavenly Prison.
If this matter had something to do with Heavenly Prison, he wouldn't be able to watch pear blossoms here so leisurely.
Among the Qingtian Dao, many Taoists once died in the Heavenly Prison.
That was something that happened after the leader of the Taoist sect fell apart.
Mei Xiyu didn't know why he was arranged to stay in the Heavenly Prison for a period of time instead of the Huai Prison that was supposed to be managed by the Ministry of Punishment.
But all in all, perhaps there are some historical remnants of Qingtian Dao's past stories.
Just like Bai Yuyao said - there are still many people on the twelfth floor in Qingtian Road.
They want Heavenly Prison to see them.
Qingtian Dao miserably broke away from the story on the twelfth floor. Naturally, it is impossible for people further behind to continue to make this mistake.
Liu Qinghe seemed to have made a special trip to tell Mei Xiyu the news. After he finished speaking, he continued to walk through the pear trees and toward the outside of the courtyard. However, when he was halfway there, he seemed to remember something.
He looked back at the Taoist.
"The missing art of deduction is passed down from Qingtian Dao, can you do it?"
Mei Xiyu didn't know what this question meant, but she still shook her head sincerely.
"I won't."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly, picked a pear blossom and walked out of the yard.
"That's a pity indeed."
Mei Xiyu naturally didn't know that although Liu Qinghe didn't want to tell him some of the things he saw.
But I am really curious.
Where will that little white umbrella from the small town go?
...
When the twilight in the world is extremely rich, the golden color of the setting sun passes through the layers of high eaves and falls towards the world, and then many lights are gradually lit.
People in Huaidu sometimes spend two nights together.
But night does not mean that Huai will fall into drowsiness.
The ancient city in the south is so charming and prosperous at night, and the capital city in the north will only be even more so.
Just like the tail of dusk is lit up, in the Sophora Capital with oily spring rain, all the brilliance that has never been seen during the day blooms in the world.
Xu Chunhua stood in amazement on the hanging street in the middle of the human world, watching the rays of light like glazed flowers spreading like fire to the entire human world.
There are still some orange colors in the sky, but the world is already full of bright red colors.
Everything is in the spring breeze, and just the colors make people feel the prosperity and hustle and bustle.
It's not easy to live in Huaidu.
But if you can live in it.
There is no one who will not be impressed by this rich and vivid color.
After Chen He was briefly absent-minded, for some reason, he stood there with a charming and warm smile on his face, quietly looking at the world like this.
Everything moved towards the night in that slow and steady migration.
Xu Chunhua suddenly exclaimed.
"Chen He, I saw that alley!"
Chen He followed Xu Chunhua's gaze, and sure enough, on the streets that were moving slowly like water, an alley was emerging from behind the eaves of the long streets.
Chen He said with a smile: "Should we go back now, or should we watch it for a while?"
Xu Chunhua hesitated for a while and said, "Go back first, didn't you say? The days are long."
Naturally, there is a long way to go.
Chen He pushed the Tianyan cart, and while he and Xu Chunhua looked around, they passed through the long and complicated streets and alleys that were still flowing slowly, and returned to the alley.
When he stepped into the alley, Chen He was surprised for a moment, but Xu Chunhua fell silent.
In the alley, there stood a Taoist holding a cup of wolfberry tea, looking up over the alley eaves at the lights that were gradually engulfing the night.
Chen Huaifeng.
The figure that Chen He saw at the beginning was certainly not an illusion.
But considering Xu Chunhua beside him, Chen He still didn't show any surprise.
An An quietly pushed the cart and walked over with Xu Chunhua.
"Senior brother, why are you here?"
Chen Huaifeng placed the tea cup in his hand on the wall of the courtyard and performed a Taoist ceremony to the two of them upright, even though he was carrying the sword representing the human sword sect behind his back.
But such skillful etiquette makes it difficult for people to find it inappropriate anymore.
The sword cultivator put aside his principles and began to preach on etiquette.
There is no doubt that Chen Huaifeng spoke very well.
I just don’t know what the sword behind me means.
Chen He did not return the gift.
Chen Huaifeng didn't care either. Chen He was not a cultivator to begin with. If he stuck to etiquette, it would be against the law.
"I came here for some things earlier. I thought you were in Huaidu, so I wanted to see where you were, but I got lost. It wasn't until today that I heard someone say Tofu Chen..."
When Chen Huaifeng said Tofu Chen, there was a smile on his face.
"I knew it was naturally you."
Chen He was also smiling there.
Xu Chunhua beside her opened the courtyard door silently and walked in.
Chen Huaifeng suppressed his smile and looked apologetically at the small town girl who walked into the courtyard.
"Feel sorry."
Xu Chunhua did not respond, but slowly closed the door.
Chen He said nothing about this.
Those things were naturally Chen Huaifeng's fault.
The two were silent for a while in the alley, and Chen Huaifeng said softly: "It seems you still haven't found it..."
Chen He shook his head, smiled and said, "Senior brother."
Chen He didn't say anything, he just called him "Senior Brother", so Chen Huaifeng didn't say anything.
Chen Huaifeng naturally didn't know what Chen He was thinking, but since Chen He didn't want to mention it, he naturally dropped the matter.
The Taoist looked at the Tianyan car next to Chen He and laughed softly: "It seems that you have started selling sizzling tofu again."
Chen He said with a smile: "I only have this one that sells the best, so naturally I sell this one."
Although Chen He has also sold bean cakes and poems, in the end, what he is best at is this iron plate tofu that he learned from Nanyi City.
Chen Huaifeng took the cup of wolfberry tea from the alley wall nearby.
Chen He finally asked the question.
"Senior brother, how come you can have a cup of wolfberry tea wherever you go?"
Chen Huaifeng held the warm teacup, thought for a while, and said, "Because I am rich."
Chen He was speechless.
Chen Huaifeng is one of the few extremely wealthy people among the disciples of the Sword Sect in the world. He can make the ministers think that he is a very charming disciple of the Sword Sect, so naturally he cannot be in poverty.
Even in Huaidu, this kind of wealth would not make him embarrassed, so if he wanted to have such a cup of tea, he would probably spend money on it.
"It seems that senior brother is playing his cards really well."
To be so rich in a place like Nanyi City, one must have good poker skills.
Chen Huaifeng smiled slightly and said: "That's natural, otherwise he wouldn't be a senior brother."
Although he is a senior, he may not be good at cards. For example, Jiang Ye is also a senior, but his poker skills are terrible, probably on a par with Cong Ren.
But Chen Huaifeng used himself as an example, which naturally made it difficult for people to refute.
Chen He and Chen Huaifeng sat down at the entrance of the courtyard.
One of them is a person walking in the human world, and the other is a cultivator of the Dao in the world of spiritual practice. Naturally, they are just gossips.
But maybe it is gossip that can make people feel at ease.
So Chen Huaifeng, who was always in a bad mood these days, felt a little relieved.
"I used to think that Nanyi City was the most prosperous place in the world."
Chen Huaifeng sat there holding his tea cup, looking up at the night view of Huaido City.
"But now I can indeed understand Liu Sanyue's original choice."
The span between the two sentences is huge.
But Chen He still understood something.
The Minister of War named Liu Sanyue was once an outstanding disciple of Qingtian Dao. Unfortunately, he later entered Sophora Capital and gave up the inheritance rights of Qingtian Dao.
Chen He felt a little melancholy.
"Senior brother, you are a person who leaves as soon as you come. Of course you don't know. In fact, it is also a very distressing thing in Huaidu..."
Chen He stopped midway through his words.
Because he originally wanted to complain about a bun worth 200 yuan, but the next moment he thought about the person sitting next to him who could probably afford a bun worth 200 yuan.
Chen He didn't say any more, he was just melancholy.
"You can do it too."
Chen Huaifeng said with a smile.
Of course Chen He can.
He is Xianyun Yehe, a wanderer who left Nanyi City without saying goodbye and headed towards the human world.
But Chen He did not answer this.
The two of them probably recalled some of the conversations they had in the small town at the foot of Qingtian Road Mountain.
At that time, Chen He said very coolly - when I go far in this world, many things will naturally be forgotten.
Chen He didn't know why, but he sat there and chuckled.
"Senior brother, everyone understands the truth, but it is difficult to control small emotions."
Chen Huaifeng didn't know why, but after hearing this sentence, his smile gradually faded away.
He raised his head and looked at the world with his eyes as calm as water.
"I really can't control some emotions."
Chen He looked at Chen Huaifeng in confusion.
The tall Sword Master brother beside him stood up, and Chen He saw the name on the sword.
It's the word "senior brother".
Then he seemed to understand something.
This is something related to the current human world.
"I sometimes think about last December, when I met Zhang Xiaoyu at the foot of Lingnan Mountain. I remember that at that time, I didn't look at many things seriously because of my trust in my junior brother. I always feel very regretful and regretful."
Chen Huaifeng's voice was very calm. After a brief reminiscing with Chen He, he walked out of the alley.
"After leaving Huaidu this time."
"I will go to Liuyun Sword Sect."
