Xu Chunhua didn't know why she chose to turn around and leave.
It's obvious that she came to Huaidu just to find such a Taoist.
But after the moment of surprise when she saw the Taoist, a greater fear and uneasiness took over her mind. Her whole body was trembling imperceptibly, and she stood there cold.
So the surprise faded and he left in a hurry.
She didn't know why this happened.
Maybe it's like a very simple reason.
She may have a guilty conscience.
Mei Xiyu did not catch up, but stood on the long street floating above the lights and under the moonlight for a long time, and then silently turned around and left.
As a result, some stories about Huaidu eventually turned into comments by passers-by and reached the ears of Taoists who were sitting in the courtyard meditating the next day.
The Human Sword Sect did not fight with the people from Heavenly Prison.
But there was a stalemate.
The two stayed on the oblique platform and the Sunrise Pavilion, looking at each other.
So many avenue cultivators appeared in the sight of the people in Huaidu, which undoubtedly caused some panic.
Probably the reason why His Majesty is a big demon from Huangliang today is that among the three governance of Huaidu, the governance of Heavenly Prison and the governance of demon clan are naturally extremely powerful.
At this time, the two should be consistent in speaking to the outside world.
It's just that the mysterious Great Demon Sect's servant, Master Zhongshui, who controls the rule of the Siwu Demon Clan, doesn't care about anything, as if he's watching a show.
So the story in the East China Sea finally began to slowly ferment in Huaidu.
Of course not everyone will know what happened in the East China Sea.
At this point, the death of Cong Ren, one of the three swordsmen in the world, finally became the news in the world.
People are naturally worried that if His Majesty does not give an explanation to the Human Sword Sect, whether those sword cultivators who stayed in Huaidu with their sword intentions will really start to attack Huaidu.
So the buns worth twenty cents each became forty cents.
Mei Xiyu quietly listened to the discussions of those outside the wall.
Although the Taoist priest is nominally practicing Qing Dynasty.
But even if such a thing didn't happen, Mei Xiyu couldn't really calm down.
Although he didn't know what Tian Yu wanted to do and what the Siwu Demon Mansion, where the servant was, wanted to do, it was obvious that Tian Yu regarded him as a person thrown into this street to disrupt the situation.
Faintly, Mei Xiyu felt that such a thing must be closely related to Qingtian Dao.
With the beginning of chaos in Huaidu and the occurrence of some disturbing things, the Taoist man naturally could not sit quietly in the courtyard with peace of mind.
So after a drizzle, the Taoist held an umbrella and walked out of the gate of the 90,000-guan courtyard.
He didn't go to the small town girl.
These things in Huaidu, as well as the undercurrent whirlpool he was in, destined that this Taoist would not find such a small town girl.
The Taoist left the courtyard, held an umbrella and went to a restaurant somewhere on this street of monsters. He went up to the second floor and sat by the window.
From such a location, you can probably see the main entrance of Siwu Demon Mansion.
Mei Xiyu ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles - probably as Liu Chunfeng lamented at the time, there was too much spicy oil in the noodles, and the Taoist would always feel embarrassed after eating it, so a bowl of pure Yangchun noodles was probably very suitable.
When the bowl of noodles was brought to the table, someone from Siwuwei came and sat on a nearby table.
Mei Xiyu took a calm look, then lowered his head and ate the noodles.
When I was halfway through eating the noodles, someone from Tianji also came and sat at a table not far away, also asking for a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
Mei Xiyu still didn't care.
Just when Mei Xiyu was about to finish his bowl of noodles, an unexpected but reasonable person came to the restaurant.
A certain uncle of Qingtian Dao.
Mei Xiyu looked at it in silence for a long time, then picked up the noodle bowl, took two sips of soup, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and sat there quietly.
No one came back after that.
But when Mei Xiyu looked out the window, she vaguely saw people from the Ministry of War walking among the demon clan.
Maybe he just happened to be passing by, maybe it was something else, the Taoist didn't know very well, he just sat there quietly for a long time.
Until dusk, Mei Xiyu asked for a second bowl of noodles.
When the noodles were served, Taoist uncle Qingtian left.
When the noodles were half eaten, the people from Heaven Prison left.
When the Taoist finished eating the noodles, Siwuwei also left.
Nothing happened.
Just like the fallen leaves that occasionally gather in a big river and then disperse.
Mei Xiyu then walked downstairs with an umbrella.
Perhaps it was a coincidence that when the Taoist walked out of the restaurant, he saw a young man in white clothes holding a green umbrella walking towards him in the dusk sky.
Meixiyu stopped there.
Although there are currently three provinces and six departments in the imperial court, it is only because His Majesty is a demon of autumn water. As a servant of the demon clan, he is naturally ranked above the two provinces of Shangshu.
So the great demon in the world who was serving as a servant and had the highest status in the court also stopped and stood under the green umbrella, his white clothes rippling slightly, just like the smile on the face of this young man. generally.
"Is Master Mei still used to living here?"
Mei Xiyu bowed and said softly: "Thank you for your concern, Lord Attendant. Mei is a Qing Taoist and is naturally used to it wherever he goes."
The big demon in white smiled and said: "It's good to get used to it. After all, this is the land of the demon mansion. If you neglect the real person, Qingtian Dao will hold you accountable in the future, and Shui will not be able to bear it. Speaking of which, the same goes for Prison Master Liu, Huaidu There are so many places, but you have to come to this place of criticism..."
Shui Zaiping looked at Mei Xiyu with a slight smile and continued.
"I don't know what the intention is."
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, looked at the Lord Attendant of Huaidu, and said slowly: "Maybe it's just because this is the place where my junior brother Liu Sanyue once lived. A Taoist residence is always more suitable."
Shui Zaiping turned to look at the human world and said softly: "That's true. It seems that Master Mei is really used to living here."
The April drizzle seems to be coming again.
Mei Xiyu looked at Shui Zaiping in front of him who was looking at the long street of the world, and said softly: "Master Shui is back from the palace?"
Shui Zuiping turned around, looked at the Taoist for a while, smiled and shook his head.
"Dogs bite dogs on the slanted platform, I'll go watch the excitement."
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Master Shui made a mistake."
Shui Zaiping looked back at Mei Xiyu and said with confusion, "How?"
"The Human Sword Sect is here for Your Majesty. What Master Shui said..."
Mei Xiyu didn't finish speaking.
It was only then that Shui Zai Ping looked at Mei Xiyu deeply, and then said slowly: "Master Mei, do you think I am scolding His Majesty?"
Mei Xiyu said nothing.
Water in the bottle laughed again and turned away.
"Master Mei, please don't accuse people of their innocence out of thin air. I'm just scolding Heavenly Hell. Of course, it would be degrading to say such things in public. After all, Siwu Demon Mansion is one of the Three Rules of Huaidu."
The young man with his back to the Taoist smiled slightly.
"It's just that Master Mei is an outsider after all. Sometimes he can't help but express his feelings, which is understandable."
Mei Xiyu stood at the door of the restaurant and said softly: "So why did Master Shui scold Master Liu Qinghe?"
"The Heavenly Hell Grass takes human life seriously, shouldn't it be scolded?"
Tian Yu was probably the only government office in the Dafeng Dynasty that had a reasonable quota for wrongful killing.
This Taoist from Qingtian Dao was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "You really deserve to be scolded."
Shui Zaiping smiled slightly and said: "This is what Shui said in his spare time. I hope Master Mei will not talk to Prison Master Liu about it. After all, we both belong to His Majesty. If some things are revealed, it will not be good."
Mei Xiyu said slowly: "Your Excellency, you are worrying too much."
It started to rain in the evening, and Shui Zaiping held an umbrella and walked into the rain.
"I had a great time chatting with Master Mei today. If there is a chance someday, I hope Master Mei can come to my house and talk about it."
"I dare not refuse your invitation."
Mei Xiyu quietly looked at the figure in white clothes and green umbrella in the rain.
"How about today?"
The figure in white stopped in the rain, then turned back and looked at the Taoist with squinted eyes for a long time.
After a long time, the Master Attendant, standing under the door in the rain, said slowly: "There have been many things going on in the world these days, and there have been many inconveniences. Let's wait for another day."
Mei Xiyu smiled softly and said, "Okay."
...
East China Sea.
You Chunshan squatted by the stream and counted his money several times before putting it in his arms.
"Not too much, not too much, too much, not too much."
The young man sighed very much.
Very melancholy.
Looking at the town with cooking smoke not far away.
"I won't eat anything good today. I'll just catch a fish in the stream and eat it. After all, I'm not as rich as you."
You Chunshan looked at the young boy Lu Xiaoer and said.
Since digging out the jar, the young boy encouraged You Chunshan to eat hot pot several times.
The young man, who had never had much money, had a grimace on his face.
Lu Xiaoer sat by the stream holding his sword and said, "It's okay, I won't starve to death anyway."
Naturally, South Island doesn’t either.
The most direct benefit of practicing spiritual practice is that you can save three meals a day.
You Chunshan placed the Taoist whose face was getting better and better by the stream, and wiped his face, hands and feet, and then borrowed Lu Xiaoer's sword, and squatted down by the stream very seriously to see if he could You can't catch a dark fish trying to sneak past.
"When I get to Qingtian Dao and return this unlucky Taoist to them, I must first ask them to give me some money. After all, this is what I picked up for them from the East China Sea. Not to mention glory and wealth, at least I have to give it to them. It’s enough for travel expenses.”
You Chunshan stared at the stream and whispered softly.
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "Why do you always think that Qingtian Dao will give you glory and wealth?"
"That's one of the three views in the world. Can't you give it to me?"
Lu Xiaoer thought about the human swordsman who used to hang out in Nanyi City and could only play cards and often lost miserably. He thought to himself, why do all three views in the world have to be rich?
Of course, it doesn't have to be poor. For example, the Liuyun Sword Sect is probably very wealthy.
A swordsman who made his fortune as a killer would naturally not be short of money.
So where did that extremely rich uncle come from?
While Lu Xiaoer was thinking about it, You Chunshan suddenly made a move and plunged into the stream like a vicious dog.
Unfortunately, he was really unlucky. At the critical moment, he kicked a stone, and his whole body fell inside.
Of course the fish didn't hit.
It's just that some people may be really lucky.
The frightened grass carp fluttered, jumped up, bumped into a young man's black umbrella, and then fell straight into the grass on the stream bank.
Nan Dao, who was concentrating his sword intent, opened his eyes and looked at the fish silently. He didn't say anything, but just threw the fish towards You Chunshan.
You Chunshan stood up from the stream in embarrassment and wet. He looked at the fish that knocked him out strangely. Then he thought about it and said with a sigh: "That's okay."
Just think of it as making a nest with yourself.
Lu Xiaoer watched there silently.
I do have some sympathy.
After all, when he was by the bamboo forest lake, the young boy had been miserable.
Even as a swordsman, he was actually bitten by a fish on the buttocks.
You Chunshan climbed up the stream bank with his sword, returned the sword to Lu Xiaoer, then picked up the fish and went to light a fire.
Lu Xiaoer wiped his sword there and said, "Have you ever considered the possibility that this Taoist was expelled from the Qingtian Dao? After all, you see, he is still wearing the clothes of the old Qingtian Dao. Don’t let me give you travel expenses then, and I’ll give you a beating.”
Lu Xiaoer didn't say to kill him.
After all, a Taoist knows the severity of the attack and will not blow out a person's brains under normal circumstances.
You Chunshan was warming himself by the fire. Fortunately, it was already March, and there was a bit of chill in the wind, but not much. It was just that he was quite wet and uncomfortable.
After hearing what Lu Xiaoer said about this possibility, You Chunshan looked at the Taoist priest, hesitated for a long time, and said, "It shouldn't be so unlucky."
It's just that You Chunshan obviously doesn't believe in his luck.
So while grilling clothes and fish, I fell into deep thought.
Lu Xiaoer also fell into deep thought.
"Don't you grill fish without removing its internal organs? Will it be delicious?"
You Chunshan waved his hand.
"As long as you can eat it."
"..."
Lu Xiaoer was speechless. Just when he was about to complain that he was really not picky, his expression suddenly changed and he drew his sword extremely quickly.
It's just that there are swords faster than him.
The young man sitting under the umbrella by the stream had only two scabbards left on his knees.
The sword came out like a swimming dragon, in the light of the stream, and shot towards the green mountains on the bank of the stream.
Before You Chunshan could understand what was happening, he heard an extremely clear sound of swords, followed by the sonorous sound of swords intersecting somewhere in the world.
The unlucky young man held the wooden sword very vigilantly to protect his grilled fish.
After all, after carrying the Taoist on his back for a day, if the fish is knocked over again, he will really be so hungry that he will drool.
Then the next moment, the young man by the stream suddenly stood up with an umbrella in hand, turned into sword light, and went in the direction where the sword disappeared, and disappeared into the green mountains.
The young boy Lu Xiaoer stood by the stream holding his sword and hesitated for a while, but in the end he still did not choose to follow.
After all, my level is too low, and I will probably only become a burden if I go there.
You Chunshan looked at Lu Xiaoer nervously.
"Who is it?"
Lu Xiaoer shook his head and said, "I don't know."
What made the little boy react just now was naturally not him who noticed the sword's intention.
Instead, the Xiwu Sword in his hand suddenly began to chirp.
This sword came from Caowei Yingjian Lake and was tempered by the sword intention of the young man in Qingshang. It was naturally not an ordinary sword in the world.
But for a young boy, the current Xiwu Sword is probably nothing more than a warning.
You Chunshan was a little nervous. After thinking about it, he dragged the Taoist's body over a little, probably so that he could be ready to run away at any time.
This actually made Lu Xiaoer take another look at the young man.
At this time, you actually want to take the Taoist away with you?
You Chunshan probably guessed what Lu Xiaoer was thinking, and said sincerely: "After all, we have come so far, take it with you if you can, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of effort?"
"..."
The two of them held their swords and waited by the stream for a long time. Finally, in the gentle evening breeze, they saw the young man walking back silently along the clear stream.
"How's it going, uncle?"
Lu Xiaoer walked up to him with his sword in hand and asked nervously.
Nan Dao shook his head and said slowly: "I didn't catch up."
"Still a person from heaven and hell?"
Lu Xiaoer asked bluntly.
You Chunshan continued grilling fish as if he didn't hear anything.
Nan Dao said calmly: "It should be."
The sword intent of the sword strike just now was naturally very similar to the sword strike on the East China Sea Cliff.
The two teenagers stood by the stream and looked at the green hills for a long time.
The existence of such a person in hell makes it difficult for some stories to settle down.
You Chunshan looked at the backs of the two teenagers, thought for a moment, and said, "Should we leave now? The fish can actually be eaten if it is grilled a little."
Lu Xiaoer looked back at the young man. You Chunshan had obviously refreshed the young boy's understanding again.
After all, when the young boy grilled the fish, he had to process it and cook it carefully before taking it with him to find his uncle.
Nan Dao shook his head and said, "It's okay, you can continue baking."
The young man under the umbrella put away his sword and sat down by the stream again.
Seeing this, You Chunshan put the fish on the fire again.
"That person may not have anything to do with Simon."
Nan Dao looked down at the sword in his lap and said softly.
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?"
Nan Dao pulled out the sword in his hand, and some sword intent appeared on the bank of the stream.
There are two sword intentions on the sword.
One kind is naturally familiar to the young boy, coming from his master's uncle's sword intent, but it's just another kind, but it's quite similar.
Such two kinds of sword intent obviously surprised the young boy.
"Is this the sword intention left by that person?"
"Yes."
Nan Dao's hand holding the sword hilt shook slightly, and the sword intent slowly dispersed.
"It's Mojianya's sword intention."
The sword intent of Mojian Cliff naturally does not necessarily come from that high cliff.
For example, the sword intention of the Human Sword Sect can, to a certain extent, be said to be the sword intention from Mojian Cliff.
When Xieqiao left Jianya, for a thousand years, all the sword sects in the world practiced were sharpened swords from Jianya.
Of course, in the course of thousands of years of evolution, the sword intention of such a sword sect has naturally gradually become very obviously different from the sword intention of Jian Ya.
But the sword intention of the man from Heavenly Hell seems to still retain many of Mo Jian Ya's sword intention style.
This was naturally something that puzzled the two teenagers.
What is between Heavenly Prison and Mojian Cliff?
Nan Dao sat quietly under the umbrella, remembering some things when Qiu Xi'er explained to him the way of swordsmanship in the world.
