The two sat by the window and stared at each other for a long time.
Time seems to have passed for a long time, but it doesn't seem like that long has passed at all.
But the sky outside gradually became gloomier after the morning light dissipated, and some fine raindrops began to fall.
The sound of knocking on the eaves of a long street is very subtle, especially in a long street with many footsteps walking by.
But both of them seemed to hear the sound of dripping rain.
So he turned around and looked over in unison.
Huaidu Rain is naturally not as quiet and ethereal as Meixi Rain. On the contrary, it is a bit gloomy in the prosperous and enthusiastic world.
Zhu Congwen thought that the unknown Qingtian Taoist in front of him was thinking about those connections, but in fact, this Taoist just suddenly remembered a stream outside the small town at the foot of Qingtian Taoist Mountain.
Maybe there is a wooden house with flower seeds hanging by the window, and a girl like Baimei wearing a floral skirt.
Mei Xiyu subconsciously forgot about meeting the small town girl in Huaidu.
After a long time, the Taoist stood up and said softly: "Of course I know it has nothing to do with you."
The Minister of War in Huaidu died in such a hasty manner in an alley, which was naturally impossible for a scholar to do.
Zhu Congwen looked at the Taoist, waiting for his next words.
Mei Xiyu looked at the increasingly gloomy rain, then looked down at the scholar, and said slowly: "But until the truth comes out, anyone can be suspected."
"Although someone actually saw someone there yesterday."
Zhu Congwen thought of the young swordsman holding an umbrella. He was silent for a long time and said, "Is it a young man?"
Mei Xiyu looked at the scholar noncommittally.
Zhu Congwen hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "A young man came here to eat a bowl of noodles the day before yesterday. I saw him going that way yesterday."
Mei Xiyu said softly: "How could such a young man, who is said to have just arrived in Huaidu, find the location of the Minister of War in such a short period of time?"
Only then did Zhu Congwen realize that the Taoist in front of him actually knew a lot.
Of course Mei Xiyu knows a lot.
On the way here, the Taoist actually met another person.
Liu Qinghe, the Lord of Heavenly Prison, is known as the White Ape.
Zhu Congwen was silent for a long time, and then said sincerely: "This also has nothing to do with me."
Even if Zhu Congwen guessed what such a young man was going to do yesterday, it was just a guess after waking up from a dream.
Mei Xiyu just looked at the scholar for a long time, and then said slowly: "Do you know where he went after he finished eating that bowl of noodles?"
Zhu Congwen shook his head.
The Taoist from Qingtian Road said nothing more, glanced at the rain curtain outside the window, and walked out of the noodle shop.
Zhu Congwen sat by the window and stretched his head to look.
Mei Xiyu stood on the side of the street, looking at the rain for a long time, and then seemed to say something shocking, so that a passerby who was hiding from the rain on the street had a very strange expression.
The Taoist walked into the rain, headed towards a hanging street somewhere, and gradually disappeared here.
Zhu Congwen looked at the surprised passerby and asked.
"What did that Taoist say just now?"
The passerby turned around, looked at Zhu Congwen, and said with amazement and admiration: "He said Liu Qinghe, I will fuck you."
So I was amazed because I could hear such words from Taoist people.
I admire him because Taoist dares to fuck Liu Qinghe.
Zhu Congwen sat there in silence.
After a long time, the scholar always felt that something was not right.
Zhu Congwen sat there and thought for a long time before finally realizing something was wrong.
Today's Sophora Capital is not functioning.
Now, it should be the time for the Siwu Demon to rule.
However, everything was quietly soaked in the rain, and there was no movement at all.
Probably many people are also aware of such a problem, and look up in confusion at those Huaidu who are still in the rule of Maochen Heavenly Prison.
Zhu Congwen looked at the window for a long time, and then he saw some heavenly wardens wearing black robes with gold patterns appearing on the street. Although Mao Chen is the ruler of the Heavenly Prison, those Heavenly Prisoners have never been like the Siwu Guards, patrolling around the human world from time to time.
Perhaps they also realize that wearing black robes like theirs is an extremely depressing existence for the world, so they occasionally appear on the streets of Huadu and leave in a hurry.
What's more, Heavenly Prison itself rarely cares about human affairs.
The matters on the twelfth floor are of course matters for the cultivation world.
It wasn't until he saw the patrolling men in black robes appearing in the human world that the scholar realized some problems - Heavenly Prison seemed to have extremely powerful control over the entire Sophora japonica.
Things like the Minister of War being killed on the street have naturally not been a trivial matter since ancient times.
The scholar looked silently at the black umbrellas and black robes in the rain.
Maybe I will be approached by some people.
...
Liu Qinghe stood on a hanging street in Xiaoyuhuaidu.
This hanging street is very familiar. It was probably where Liu Qinghe stood when such a capital city was first described.
At that time, a sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect was standing in front of the Minister of War's Mansion. He finished speaking with an old man. Then he turned around and saw the tall black-robed man standing on the hanging street.
Chen Huaifeng is already very tall, but Liu Qinghe is even taller than him.
In this way, Liu Baiyuan lives up to his name.
With a half-smile on his face, the Lord of Heavenly Prison stood under the umbrella and looked quietly at the entrance of the house where the white silk was hanging.
Maybe he was thinking about the sword cultivator he met earlier.
Maybe he was thinking about the old man standing at the door - not really an old man. To be honest, Liu Qinghe was much older than Li Chenghe.
It was even possible that Liu Qinghe had met one of the old man's wives and grandfathers.
It’s just that some things naturally cannot be calculated like this.
After the demon tribe appeared in the world, the world realized that time is not the criterion for judging old age, but whether the body's functions begin to decline.
Therefore, if someone has been weak since childhood and begins to decline at the age of eighteen, and dies at the age of twenty, then the age of eighteen can naturally be described as a twilight years.
In life, length is not the important thing, but whether it is strong or not, whether it is body or soul.
After a long time, the tall man in black robe standing there stopped his expression, and instead took on a rather sad look.
Near Li Chenghe's residence, the entire ten-mile street was blocked by the Heavenly Prison.
So the streets and alleys everywhere were empty.
However, in the long empty street, there is a very conspicuous white color coming from the rain.
Liu Qinghe turned his head and looked there.
The servant who was judged by the world to be too young was walking up the hanging street holding a small green umbrella.
"Today's Mao Chen rule seems to be particularly long."
Shuizi Ping's voice is also very young, a little strangely young.
Liu Qinghe turned back, smiled slightly, and said: "The Tiangong Department inspected some time ago and found that there are some problems with the operation of Sophora Capital. The Tiangong Department is probably carrying out overall maintenance on Sophora Capital. Master Shui, please be patient."
The water bottle stopped next to Liu Qinghe, and also looked at the mansion covered with white silk.
"When was Mr. Li killed?"
Liu Qinghe turned his head and looked at the big demon in white under the green umbrella quietly, still smiling slightly and said: "Xu Shi, yesterday Xu Shi."
"After receiving the news, Heavenly Prison rushed here as soon as possible."
Liu Qinghe spoke slowly, looking up at an alley not far away - that alley was very bright today, even if it was drizzling and the sky was gloomy, it still looked very transparent.
It just wasn't like this yesterday.
Yesterday's alley was sunk at the bottom of Sophora Capital. Those high-rise buildings hanging over the street, like mountains and green mountains, blocked most of the twilight and lights, so the alley was dim.
There are still signs in the alley that some heavenly wardens are checking the surroundings.
But there probably won't be any discoveries - "Seal the throat with one sword."
Liu Qinghe said these four words in an understatement.
"It is also necessary to seal the throat with a sword. The remaining sword intention in the alley means that this is a sword cultivator. If a sword cultivator kills a person whose body has declined, if there are still many traces left, then such a sword cultivator probably does not If you are qualified, you will not be able to hold up the wall with mud.”
Shui Zaiping stood aside and looked at Liu Qinghe quietly. Because such a big demon was too tall, the Attendant had to raise his head slightly.
"What do you think, Lord Attendant?"
Liu Qinghe turned his head.
The two looked at each other.
Such a scene is a bit like the origin of the name Liu Baiyuan - the tall man in black robe, standing on the street quietly looking at a weak white flower.
Shui Zaiping chuckled softly, turned his head, looked at the drizzle long street in Huaido and said, "Yes."
Liu Qinghe looked up at the human world and said softly: "Before and after Mr. Li was killed, someone once saw a certain young swordsman here. Heavenly Prison is looking for such a young man."
Shui Zaiping said calmly: "It would be a good thing if the murderer could be found early."
Liu Qinghe said slowly: "But the Sophora japonica is too big. Sometimes it is difficult to find some people if they insist on hiding it."
Shui Zaiping narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the Heavenly Prison Master again.
The latter still had that usual smile on his face.
"So the Tiangong Division's maintenance of the underlying infrastructure of Huaido City will probably take much longer than Master Shui thought."
Liu Qinghe stretched out his hand and wiped the rainwater that was hanging smoothly on the guardrail of the street - in the past Sophora Capital, if people look closely, they will always find that the rainwater has a slight tremor.
Just not today.
The mighty city calmed down.
"After all, an unpredictable Huaidu is a great resistance to things like searches."
Liu Qinghe looked at the raindrops on his fingers and smiled softly: "Master Shui has been working hard on human affairs this year, and he also has to take care of the governance of Siwu. Worry will make you depressed, and thinking will make you angry. If things go on like this, even if you are not deeply affectionate, you will inevitably become unhappy. Longevity. It’s a good opportunity to take a good rest.”
Shui Zaiping looked at Liu Qinghe quietly and said nothing.
So this man, who looked like a great ape looking down at the white flowers, smiled and said: "Of course, this is just Qinghe's wishful thinking. If Lord Shui is really worried about the world, he can divide Huaidu together with Tianyou."
The white ape peeking into the flower is probably infinitely gentle.
Liu Qinghe's smile was gentle and his tone was gentle, but the meaning of his words was probably not very gentle.
Most of the time, Heavenly Prison will not interfere in human affairs.
It's just that sometimes, there are always exceptions.
Perhaps those exceptions have been silent for too long, and the world sometimes forgets that the predecessor of Tianjing was the Ghost Suppression Division that monitored the ghosts in the hearts of the people for Emperor Huaian.
Shui Zaiping looked at Liu Qinghe for a long time, then turned his head and said calmly: "The prison master can decide."
Liu Qinghe still smiled slightly and said nothing more.
Shui Zaiping looked at the mansion with a faint cry for a long time, and there was some sadness in his expression that seemed to be moved by it. He lowered his head and said softly: "Master Shangshu has done his duty for the world, but now he has suffered like this. It’s a violent tragedy, and I hope that Heavenly Prison can track down the murderer as soon as possible, so that the spirit of the Lord can be revealed.”
Liu Qinghe looked quietly at the man in white under the green umbrella.
"As it should be."
The two stood quietly for a long time, and Liu Qinghe looked up at the alley that stopped above the hanging street.
"Speaking of..."
Liu Qinghe said softly.
"Actually, I'm very hesitant about something."
Shui Zaiping looked at Liu Qinghe and said slowly: "What's wrong with the prison master?"
Liu Qinghe said softly: "I went there to see it before. The story in the alley is probably very brief. The murderous sword cultivator came and went in a hurry, leaving nothing behind except some sword intention."
Shui Zaiping raised his eyebrows and said, "How can you hesitate in this matter?"
Liu Qinghe leaned on the railing and sighed.
"The problem lies in those sword intentions."
Shui Zaiping looked at Liu Qinghe quietly and said, "How is the sword's intention?"
"The sword intention is the sword intention of Mo Jian Ya."
The hanging street fell silent for a short time.
After a while, Liu Qinghe continued: "I heard that there was a young sword cultivator in the East China Sea who was very outstanding this year. He climbed a cliff and did not come back for several days. After coming down from the cliff, he fought three fifth-level sword cultivators in the Snow Realm and was undefeated. There is a new generation of three swords in the world."
The water in the bottle did not speak.
Liu Qinghe said slowly: "It is said that the young man originally came from the Lingnan Sword Sect, and finally went north. Maybe the young sword cultivator that the people in Huaidu saw was him."
The Lord of Heaven and Hell in black robes with gold patterns went very far, and only took it back at the end.
Shui Zaiping looked at Liu Qinghe quietly and said, "What does the prison master mean by these?"
Liu Qinghe said with great regret: "The Lingnan Sword Sect has been destroyed. So many things can be connected smoothly. The young man who was born in the Lingnan Sword Sect, with the sword intention of Jianya, was shocked before he could go back to report the good news. Hearing that Lingnan was destroyed, he came angrily - what happened in Lingnan was that the Ministry of War was slow to issue military orders. So at dusk yesterday, the young man came with a sword in his back and killed him with one sword."
Shui Zai Ping said calmly: "It sounds like a very pleasant story."
Liu Qinghe said in agreement: "That's true, but..."
Liu Qinghe paused, and then the meaning of his words changed.
"But if that's the case, that's what gives me the biggest hesitation in a story like this."
Shui Zaiping said slowly: "Why?"
"The Shangshu Mansion is located to the north of Huaidu. The young man entered the city from the east gate. A person who is completely unfamiliar with Huaidu, walking in such a place, is like a row of ants building a tree. He is confused and does not know where he is."
Liu Qinghe said softly: "How was he able to find the location of the Minister of War in Huaidu so quickly and accurately?"
Shui Zai Ping stood in the rain and said calmly: "If you and I were blessed, why could the rain fall on our umbrellas so accurately?"
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "Because they are lucky."
Shuizi lowered his head in the bottle, smiled softly, and said, "So maybe that boy is really lucky."
Liu Qinghe looked at the water in the bottle quietly for a long time, then turned back and said slowly: "Maybe it is true."
The two of them said nothing more, holding umbrellas together and standing on this lonely hanging street, looking at the silent streets in the rain.
It seems that the rule of heaven and hell will indeed stay in the human world for a long time. Perhaps the water that came for this purpose did not stay in the bottle any longer.
The war in the south is still raging, and there is still no movement in Kamigawa. Such a servant is probably very busy indeed.
So he said goodbye to Liu Qinghe, a person outside the court, very calmly and left.
Liu Qinghe stood quietly on the hanging street and watched the retreating figure.
It took a long time before another Taoist came.
It was Mei Xiyu who left that noodle shop.
The latter is naturally unwilling.
It was just that he was placed in such a place by Heavenly Prison, so he naturally had to walk in such a story.
"Shui Zai Ping knew early in the morning that the Minister of War would die."
Mei Xiyu said slowly.
The Lord of the Heavenly Prison just watched Shui Zaiping leave for a long time, then looked at the Taoist who always seemed to be scolding his mother, smiled slightly and said: "This is what should be done."
For Liu Qinghe, if you don't know when the water is in the bottle, that's something you shouldn't do.
"In other words, everyone knows that our Lord Attendant is the biggest undercurrent in Huaidu."
Liu Qinghe said softly: "But what's the use?"
The Heavenly Prison Lord calmly looked up at the rainwater falling towards the human world.
Spring has passed.
It's just that this man is probably still thinking about the gentle rain that occasionally occurs in spring.
"How to make such a story end like spring breeze and rain is the most important thing."
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "The great monsters in the world can naturally die violently like everyone else."
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Yes, it's just that his Majesty was not in Huaidu and his servants died suddenly, which is different from his Majesty's servants who died suddenly in Huaidu."
Mei Xiyu looked at Liu Qinghe thoughtfully, then frowned and said, "So what am I?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.
"You are a thorn, Mei Xiyu."
A thorn came from the Dao of Qingtian and was driven by Heavenly Prison, piercing the heart of Shui Zaiping.
Or maybe it wasn't penetrated at all.
only.
"If someone has that thorn dangling in front of your eyes."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.
"And you are a person with a guilty conscience, so sometimes you get depressed and get sick suddenly."
The Heavenly Prison Lord turned his head and looked at the white figure that had disappeared.
"So you see."
"He's actually a little anxious."
