The white flowers in the forest are slowly withering.
The snow piled on the branches gradually turned into some finger-sized green fruits.
It looks like a scene from the Divine Sea.
But in fact, these are just some of the scenery in May.
The white flowers were withering all over the ground, and the tall Heavenly Prison Lord Liu Qinghe bent down and picked up some clean fallen flowers.
A middle-aged man who had eaten steamed buns in the early morning and chatted with a girl from a small town raised his hand and held the branch, walked into the courtyard of this heavenly prison, and looked at Liu Qinghe, who looked like a big girl picking mushrooms. After looking at it for a long time, he said slowly: "There are indeed some problems with the operation of Huaidu."
After hearing these words, Liu Qinghe paused for a moment, raised his head and glanced at the Huaidu world outside the white flowers and black walls, and then smiled softly and said: "It turns out that I didn't see it wrong. It was because those sword cultivators were blocking the way. There, the sword intent is too strong and interferes with the operation of the machine?"
The middle-aged man thought for a while, nodded, and said: "Maybe there is a reason for this, but more, it should be caused by the insufficient level of human craftsmanship and the accumulated wear and tear of the bottom machine gears."
Liu Qinghe said nothing more. He lowered his head and picked up a bag of fallen flowers. Then he stood up straight and walked towards the path between the two woods. The middle-aged man followed him.
There was a table and a small stove with a copper kettle on it, in which maybe wine or tea was brewed.
Liu Qinghe walked to the low table and sat down, dusted the hem of his robe, opened the lid, and poured the white flowers into the copper pot.
The middle-aged man sniffed there for a while, but couldn't smell what it was.
Then he saw Liu Qinghe take out a few pigeon eggs and a small bag of tea leaves from his arms. He knocked the eggs slightly on the edge of the table and then threw them in one after another.
The middle-aged man frowned deeply.
"What is this?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.
"Liu Baiyuan's child urine boiled pear blossom tea eggs."
It took the middle-aged man a long time to realize that the tea eggs were boiled in the river water, and then he looked at Liu Qinghe who was sniffing the smell in silence.
The latter looked up at him with a smile and said, "It smells good."
The middle-aged man sat there silently.
Liu Qinghe didn't say anything weird, he just sat there upright.
The bottom of Sophora Capital has always been gloomy, which is probably why this world needs constant transformation to allow the skylight to shine on every inch of the land.
Although there are white flowers in Heavenly Prison, those white flowers will only make those high black walls even more gloomy.
So even though this river demon is sitting there upright, the world probably feels a lot of oppression under that gloomy tone.
Just like the meaning revealed in Liu Baiyuan's sentence of sniffing the little white flowers on the roadside.
But the man in black robe sitting there upright clearly had a gentle scholar-like smile on his face.
"Your Majesty should be back soon."
Liu Qinghe suddenly spoke softly.
The middle-aged man sitting opposite naturally understood what this meant.
However, the Huaidu Tiangong Department and Tianyue have never had a subordinate relationship, so the man in the black robe with gold patterns did not mean to give orders in his tone, he just spoke seriously.
"Since there is a problem in Sophora Capital, we have to solve the problem. If the Tiangong Division can't win, the boss can say something and Tian Prison will send people over to help."
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't Heaven Prison looking at those sword cultivators?"
Liu Qinghe smiled softly.
"It seems that it is nothing more than that. His Majesty is not in Huaidu. Do they really want to take action against Huaidu? Cong Ren is dead. Even if the Human Sword Sect raises the banner of rebellion in the south, the world will still pity the human world. Jian Zong may also denounce His Majesty, but that kind of mercy is not unconditional, but is based on their being people who watch from a distance. People like to watch the excitement, but don't like to become the excitement themselves."
The man named Liu Baiyuan smiled particularly sincerely.
"Besides, someone from Qingtian Dao has already come to the vicinity of Huaidu. The influence of the Human Sword Sect on the northern cultivation world is naturally far inferior to that of Qingtian Dao. If they really do something without hesitation, it is not a matter for the Tianyu family."
The head of the Tiangong Department raised his head and looked at the sword light and sword intent that sometimes overflowed into the sky from a distance.
What Liu Qinghe said is naturally true.
After a long time, the middle-aged man said softly: "Let's wait until the Tiangong Department completes the inspection."
Liu Qinghe nodded and said: "You have to hurry up, otherwise when His Majesty comes back, he will find that Huai looks like an old man in his twilight years, and both your and my faces are a little dull."
The middle-aged man smiled softly and said, "Yes."
The laughter of the two gradually fell away, as peacefully as falling flowers on the ground.
The tea was boiling gurglingly. No matter what kind of tea eggs it was, it couldn't be boiled for too long. After all, the so-called boy's urine was just a joke made by Liu Qinghe.
"Actually, I have a question."
The middle-aged man looked at the copper kettle that was boiling tea eggs and said slowly.
Liu Qinghe smiled and said, "What's the problem?"
"What does that Taoist from Qingtian Dao mean?"
Middle-aged people are probably really puzzled. After all, they have been dealing with drawings all their lives, and sometimes it is difficult to understand some things.
Liu Qinghe looked up at the fallen flowers and said with a smile, "Can't you see it?"
The middle-aged man was stunned and said, "What do you see?"
"The relationship between Huaidu and Qingtian Dao."
The middle-aged man named Song Yingxin frowned and said, "What's the relationship?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "If you can't tell, forget it."
Song Yingxin was speechless there.
The Riddler probably does not have a house.
The tea eggs were almost cooked. Liu Qinghe took the copper kettle off the stove, turned over the two bowls, divided the tea and eggs, and then pushed the bowl to Song Yingxin.
The latter was a little disgusted.
Mainly because Liu Qinghe's opening sentence was too shocking, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
However, after looking at it silently for a long time, Song Yingxin still picked up the egg in the bowl. It was so hot that it bounced around in his hand and kept blowing on it.
After a long time, the middle-aged man who spent most of the morning munching on steamed buns and walking around Huaidu finally took a bite of steaming tea eggs in the afternoon.
In fact, there is no special difference from ordinary tea eggs, except that it has a very light flavor of pear blossoms. That flavor is almost completely covered by the strong flavor of tea.
This middle-aged man from Tiangong Division talked about another thing while eating tea eggs.
"I heard that the boy holding the umbrella came to Huaidu."
Liu Qinghe looked at Song Yingxin strangely.
"How did you know?"
"Don't worry about it." Song Yingxin said angrily, but he also added something. "I met him on the road today. It was broad daylight. It wasn't raining and the sun wasn't shining. He was holding an umbrella and carrying a sword and looking around on the road like a fool. I guess it was him."
Liu Qinghe smiled softly and said: "It is indeed true, but what do you mean by this?"
Song Yingxin was probably a little choked, so he held the egg while holding the bowl, took a sip of the tea, and then continued: "I want to see that umbrella."
"You have seen it today, why do you still come here to talk about it?"
When Song Yingxin heard this question, he looked at Liu Qinghe as if he were a fool.
"He is a swordsman. What if he says something wrong and gives me a beating? I can't fight back."
Sword cultivators are both reasonable and unreasonable.
For the North, that's probably the case.
As many Taoists have said, we are not like sword cultivators who know the importance of taking action.
Preconceptions are naturally profound.
Liu Qinghe smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, you should be able to see him again in a few days."
Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe suspiciously.
"Seriously? When? Why?"
Liu Qinghe tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "I don't know, it depends on what the Lord Attendant thinks."
Song Yingxin still looked at him in disbelief, feeling that Liu Qinghe hadn't thought of anything yet and was simply deceiving others.
Liu Qinghe didn't say anything else, he just lowered his head and began to eat what he called Liu Baiyuan boy's urine boiled pear tea leaves.
Song Yingxin finished eating the one in his hand, picked up the two eggs that were no longer so hot in the bowl, stood up and walked out.
"I'll go check on the operation of Huaidu again."
Liu Qinghe nodded.
...
Xu Chunhua always felt that something was wrong today.
But she didn't know what was wrong.
It wasn't until late in the evening that she discovered that a plate she had just placed there had slipped half of it towards the edge of the table.
This small town girl stood there in a daze with her head tilted.
Haunted?
Or are you kidding her?
However, looking at the busy people in the kitchen, this corner of hers was somewhat neglected, and it was unlikely that anyone would come and move her plate to scare her.
The sound of urging vegetables came from the front, Xu Chunhua didn't think much, she just hurriedly ran not far away, opened the steamer, and took out a fish steaming inside. The steaming water vapor temporarily drowned those reveries. thoughts.
When I went back in the evening, this small town girl walked very slowly on the street.
In fact, today was not very busy, but Xu Chunhua always felt that something was wrong, and her thoughts were a little tired, so she stepped on the light from the lanterns hanging around the locust trees and looked around.
Someone was talking along the street.
"Come on, the jar of wine I just bought today was shattered just as I turned around to look for some food to go with the wine. I thought it was my kid's skin itching, so I gave him a good beating. In the end, I found out that the kid didn't seem to be nearby at that time, so I bought him some snacks before coaxing him away. It was really a shame that I lost my wife and lost my army."
"I've been listening to your nagging for a long time, so what's going on?"
"I don't know."
"..."
Xu Chunhua looked over there and saw the man not far away kicking a raised stone slab on the street and talking sadly.
Of course, the word "sorrow" is not only written on the face, but also on the hands - the hands are in a sling and are hanging around the neck.
Xu Chunhua was very curious whether the wine jar broke or whether he broke himself.
Sure enough, the other person was also looking at the man's hand curiously.
"Then what happened to your hand?"
"My wife beat me up after beating up that kid. Otherwise, why would I be like this and come to the street to talk nonsense with you? I haven't been kicked out yet."
"..."
The man patted his shoulder silently, probably wanting to comfort him, but in the end he forgot about his hands and instead patted him so hard that he grimaced.
Xu Chunhua left that place silently.
But maybe there is indeed a problem today.
Xu Chunhua was thinking about the man's words as she walked back.
The small-town girl didn't know why, but she always felt that if she walked like this, a capital city would collapse.
With a crash, broken bricks and tiles fell to the ground.
Probably like that man's jar of wine.
Xu Chunhua didn't know why she suddenly thought of such things.
Perhaps this is a faint worry arising from today and recent events.
Xu Chunhua suddenly stopped while walking and looked ahead in surprise.
There was a young man at the entrance of the alley, holding an umbrella and carrying a sword, standing quietly on the roadside.
It looked like it had been waiting there for a long time.
Xu Chunhua hesitated there for a long time.
I don't know if I should walk over.
But if you don't go there, where can you go?
It took a long time for this small town girl to gather up the courage, walk towards the young man, and then stop in front of him.
Before the young man could speak, Xu Chunhua had already spoken out.
"What are you doing with Chen He?"
The young man had been looking at the night sky before, but now he finally lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him for a long time with a scrutinizing gaze.
The young man was not surprised by such a sentence.
After entering the city, he got lost in this grand capital of the world, so he walked blindly all the way, but he heard someone talking about things like sizzling tofu.
Just like Chen Huaifeng found such an alley when he heard about Tofu Chen, the same is true for the young man.
After looking at him for a long time, the young man said with a strange expression: "Nothing's wrong, I just wanted to see how he was doing recently."
This sentence probably has nothing to do with the weird look.
But Xu Chunhua didn't feel surprised when she saw the boy's strange expression.
Naturally, some of the random thoughts of young people have happened.
Xu Chunhua lowered her head, looked at the stone slabs under her feet, sighed, and said, "You are late, he has already left and is no longer in Huaidu."
The young man was silent for a while, and then asked: "Where did he go?"
Xu Chunhua shook her head and said: "I don't know, I don't know when he left. Maybe it was early morning, maybe in the morning, maybe in the afternoon, maybe on a certain day, when I stepped into the alley, his The back foot just disappeared at the end of the alley."
In short, it was that day when the lights in the world were as bright as the stars in the sky.
The young man held the umbrella very steadily, looked at Xu Chunhua for a long time, and then said with some regret: "That is indeed a pity."
Xu Chunhua also felt that it was a pity not to see her old friend for a long time, but she still asked.
"What's a pity?"
The young man said softly: "I haven't eaten his sizzling tofu for a long time, and I miss it a bit."
The young man under the umbrella couldn't remember the last time he ate Chen He's sizzling tofu.
When I was in Lingnan, when I went to Tianshang Town, I inquired about Chen He from Cao Weiying.
It's just that a person can appear anywhere.
But it’s hard to see again.
Maybe it's like what Chen He said when we parted ways in Nanyi City.
Of course there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever.
Xu Chunhua thought so too.
Whether it’s a banquet or the nostalgic sizzling tofu.
There was a rare light in the eyes of this small town girl, and she didn't know whether it was the lights of Huaidu that fell into her eyes, or the starlight, or something more crystal clear.
Xu Chunhua looked up at the sky, smiled softly, and said, "Yes."
The young man said nothing more, said "excuse me", and then walked towards the alley with a sword on his back and an umbrella. He was probably going to cross the alley, but he didn't know where he was going.
Xu Chunhua watched from behind for a while. After some things were explained clearly, she looked at the young man without the fear she had before.
"Is your... name Nan Dao?"
The small town girl's hesitant and gentle voice came from behind.
Nan Dao turned around and looked at her suspiciously.
Xu Chunhua waved her hand and said, "I have read what Chen He wrote."
Nan Dao nodded thoughtfully, and then asked: "Where did he write?"
Xu Chunhua tilted her head and thought about it. She had read Chen He's biographies when she was in a small town, so she probably couldn't remember some things clearly. It took a long time for this small town girl to feel a little unsure. He said: "A decisive battle with Chen Yunxi, one of the Three Swordsmen, at the top of Liuyun?"
Compared with the real-life story, Chen He probably wrote it more freely.
So it’s not unreasonable for small-town girls to sometimes be frightened.
After all, such a young man under an umbrella slashed through the entire Liuyun Mountain Range with one sword, and even Chen Yunxi died under his sword. It was naturally very scary.
Although this boy doesn't look that outrageous.
Nandao was speechless for a long time.
I and Chen Yunxi probably couldn't go together.
Xu Chunhua asked doubtfully, "He said you can conquer the world with one sword. Is this true?"
Nan Dao didn't know why Xu Chunhua would ask such a question, but after all, such a woman was just a worldly person, so it was normal for her to be quite curious about practitioners.
Xu Chunhua stood there waiting for the boy's answer, but the boy just turned around silently and walked along the sparsely lit alley.
"Do you look like me?"
Xu Chunhua thought thoughtfully.
Probably not.
The young man did not have the aura that Chen He wrote about overwhelming the world and killing Chen Yunxi with one sword.
On the contrary, he seemed a little sad and dull.
