It was drizzling in the world, and fine mist was floating on the blue and black eaves that were suspended in the air.
Xu Chunhua stood uneasily by the window of the restaurant's back kitchen in a daze.
This small town girl tightly grasped a rag in her hand and pursed her lips unconsciously.
She may be thinking about many things, or she may be thinking about nothing.
The shopkeeper didn't come to blame her.
Business in the restaurant was average today, and everyone was in a daze.
One is because it seems that there is something wrong with the operation of Sophora Capital, and it has stopped today, and it has stopped here for a long time.
Secondly, it was because of the news circulating in Huaidu today.
The Minister of War was killed in the street.
Of course the Minister of War can die.
It's like dying of old age, it's like falling down and the body's functions collapse rapidly, or it's like being caught in the rain and never getting up again.
But it was too shocking to die in an alley with a sword.
How many years has this happened in Huaidu?
It is said that only during the Twelfth Floor Rebellion caused by Bai Fengyu, something unusual happened in Huaidu.
Xu Chunhua stood there for a long time.
When there is a hot pot in the kitchen, the aroma is undoubtedly alluring. However, when there is no fire on the stove, it feels particularly deserted and lonely.
It's probably the same thing outside the window.
Although people are still in a hurry, the long streets and eaves hanging in all directions still set the tone of such a majestic city in the rain.
But the expressions on everyone's faces were somewhat solemn and depressed.
The sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect sat high on the slanted platform, while the Minister of War died on the street, plus the sudden rain in May.
Chen He probably felt melancholy when he saw it.
When Xu Chunhua was thinking this, she saw some heavenly wardens walking slowly on the street holding umbrellas in the rain.
This small town girl felt very uneasy - after the boy said that, he held an umbrella and left in the alley, stepping on the alley walls and eaves.
Xu Chunhua probably also knew why the young man who was used to walking chose to climb over the wall.
Probably to prevent himself from being implicated.
Of course a practitioner can walk or fly.
Only ordinary people can step on those wet stone slabs and move forward cautiously - this is how Xu Chunhua walked through the capital after finishing the bowl of porridge.
The small town girl was naturally very nervous.
What's wrong with just a bowl of freshly cooked porridge?
So Xu Chunhua drank it all.
It is shameful to waste food.
When Xu Chunhua came back to her senses, the warden had already walked into the restaurant. He was talking to the shopkeeper at the counter, and occasionally glanced at the kitchen where the curtain was opened.
When the small town girl glanced over, she happened to meet the expressionless eyes of the heavenly warden.
Xu Chunhua looked away in shock, turned around, picked up the rag and started wiping the stove.
In fact, Xu Chunhua was not the only one who was nervous. When the people in the kitchen saw the eyes of the jailer in black, they all turned their heads with some anxiety.
Heavenly Prison is naturally not a mountain and river view, nor is it a human sword sect.
They seem to have never disturbed the wind and rain in the human world. In a place like Huaidu, they are even silent most of the time.
It's just that people in the world are still afraid of such a place.
The night will not disturb the wind and rain, but when people walk alone or in groups in the dark night, they will still feel scared.
Sometimes the black robe of Heavenly Prison does seem to be scattered in the night of the human world.
Xu Chunhua carefully wiped the stove, which had never been dirty, over and over again.
A very gentle footsteps gradually came from behind.
Xu Chunhua's body straightened instantly, and the movements of her hands became stiff - the voice stopped beside Xu Chunhua.
This small-town girl's heart beat like a fish that accidentally jumped from the stream to the shore.
More than just jumping around.
And suffocating.
And fear.
When Xu Chunhua saw everyone turning to look at the jailer behind her, this small town girl realized that if she didn't turn around, then she seemed to represent many problems.
Xu Chunhua stretched out her hand to support the stove and turned around slowly.
The heavenly warden stood there quietly.
But to Xu Chunhua's surprise, he was not looking at herself, nor at the others in the kitchen, but at the drizzling rain on the eaves outside the window.
The rain may be pattering or gurgling.
But Xu Chunhua, who suddenly had tinnitus, couldn't hear it.
Only then did the small town girl realize that the warder probably didn't mean to walk behind her on purpose, but that she had just been looking out the window, and this was the place facing the window.
Xu Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief.
But before such a breath fell from his throat back into his chest, the expressionless Heavenly Prisoner lowered his head and quietly looked at the rather uneasy chest of this small town girl.
"Xu Chunhua?"
A moment of chill enveloped this small town girl. She felt her hands and feet were cold and she stood there suffocated.
The Heavenly Warden didn't show any emotional changes to her reaction. He just lowered his head and looked at her quietly, as if waiting for an answer.
It took Xu Chunhua a long time before she finally exhaled and said tremblingly: "Yes, sir."
The Heavenly Warden fell silent, looked at her quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Don't be nervous, I just have something to ask you. Just follow me."
The heavenly warden said, turned around, walked through the lobby, climbed the stairs, and walked up to the second floor where there were no guests.
Xu Chunhua stood there in silence for a long time, then silently put down the rag in her hand and walked towards the second floor of the restaurant.
The heavenly warden stood at the entrance of the corridor on the second floor with his sword pressed. Hearing the footsteps behind him, he looked back and then walked out.
There was a bit of humidity in the corridor, probably because the rainwater had blown in slantingly.
While Xu Chunhua was walking there, she thought again of the roads she had walked in Sophora Capital this morning.
This small town girl was filled with anxiety.
She actually knew very well what the purpose of the Heavenly Prisoner, who rarely walked around the world like this, was.
That boy.
The young man said that he did not kill the Minister of War, nor did he even draw his sword, but at least it showed one thing. He had indeed been there when the Minister of War died.
Xu Chunhua walked, looking at the long drizzle street in the world with some confusion.
He looked up again, as if there was a young man pushing a cart selling iron plate tofu, looking down.
How should I answer those things?
Chen He.
The Heavenly Warden stood there quietly and did not urge the woman who was lost in thought.
Xu Chunhua didn't wake up until she caught a glimpse of a black robe flying in the corridor, lowered her head and walked there silently.
But to Xu Chunhua's surprise, the jailer didn't ask about the young man. He just looked at her quietly and asked a very strange question.
"Are you going to say no?"
Xu Chunhua stood there in a daze, not knowing what this meant.
So the Heavenly Warden asked again with a calm expression: "Will you say no?"
Xu Chunhua hesitated for a long time.
She didn't know how to answer such a question.
Even if the warden directly asked her if she had seen the young man, he would not leave her confused and struggling like this.
What does it mean?
Perhaps it is because there is a paradoxical aspect to such a question.
Xu Chunhua couldn't say no.
So after a long silence, she chose the only reasonable answer.
"meeting."
The Heavenly Warden stood there calmly, without saying anything, and then he fell directly from the corridor and stepped on the eaves next to him until the flying black robe fell down in the rain, and the umbrella in his hand fell again. Being stretched open.
The small-town girl who was standing there finally saw the Heavenly Prisoner raising her head again on the long street where she jumped onto the long street and startled the world. She looked at her calmly and asked.
"Xu Chunhua?"
The small town girl stood there in a daze, as if she understood something, but also seemed to still not understand many things.
But she just shook her head slowly and said softly: "No."
"excuse me."
The warden didn't ask any more questions, lowered the edge of his umbrella, and walked away quietly in the long street in the rain, with no one understanding what happened.
Xu Chunhua stood there in a daze, not knowing what this meant.
...
The boy held an umbrella and walked quietly down the long rainy street.
When such a young man holding an umbrella walks in the rain, he probably doesn't pay so much attention to him after all.
However, sword cultivation is still arousing curiosity in today's Huaidu.
It's just that those people walking on the long street seemed to have never seen such a young man. Even if the young man's thick black umbrella wiped their brows and dropped a few drops of rain as he walked past, there was no sign of him. People notice here.
The young man held a strange Taoist secret in his hand.
Taohua's extremely calm voice was chanting softly.
"Those who are not seen are called Yi, those who are heard are not known are called Xi, those who fight are not named Wei. These three cannot be interrogated, so they are mixed into one. There is no Qi above, no ignorance below, and the rope cannot be named. Returning to nothingness is called the state of nothingness, the image of nothingness, it is called trance..."
The young man walked very calmly.
But he also asked Taohua a question in his heart.
"Did you do it?"
Taohua quietly recited the five thousand words, and the ancient scroll in the sea of spirits was moving slowly until it stopped at the invisible page.
"Why do you think it's me?"
Nan Dao’s voice echoed in the divine sea.
"When you were in Nanyi City, you did Nandao."
Taohua sat in front of the snow-stormed thatched cottage in the corner of Shenhai and said calmly: "That's just because someone has to come to the South Island."
Nan Dao said nothing more, just like an ordinary mushroom among countless rainy mushrooms, walking through the crowd.
He wanted to go back and take a look to see what happened in that alley.
Just like what the young man said to the woman named Xu Chunhua.
He didn't kill him, he didn't even draw his sword.
Of course the boy was angry.
But the story of Hu Lu killing Shu Shu out of anger also made him have a lot of restraint on his anger.
What's more, sharpening your sword under the moonlight and asking questions about your heart may indeed be of great help.
Nan Dao spent the entire night asking himself many questions. In the end, those thoughts stopped at a certain question.
Was the Lingnan incident really the result of dereliction of duty by the Minister of War?
The boy will always remember the death of such a little demon girl because he asked Lingling Pavilion to send a letter to Qingtian Dao.
It is difficult for people to deliberately do something wrong in life, and it is also difficult to do something right.
However, sometimes you want to do something right, but it is easy to backfire.
Nan Dao walked silently through the world holding an umbrella. He knew that Tao Hua's Taoist skills could not be hidden from everyone.
For example, there are many disciples of the Human Sword Sect on the oblique platform.
The one named Shan Zhaoshui at the beginning could easily spot the traces of such a young man.
It's just that the young man still walked over there as if he was desperate.
The young man stopped outside those long deserted streets, where there were actually many people looking inside.
It’s just that naturally nothing can be seen. The Heavenly Prison has sealed off ten miles, so the eyes of the world naturally cannot see anything within ten miles.
Nan Dao looked around in the crowd silently for a while, then raised his head and looked around. When Huaidu stopped at Maochen, such a structure of streets and buildings in Huaidu was naturally very unfamiliar to the young man.
So he looked at it for a long time and decided to take a look at a higher level place.
Umbrellas in the rain were very dense, and they were constantly crowded on the zigzag stone steps leading to the high-rise hanging streets.
It took Nandao a long time to finally stand on a hanging street somewhere in the middle of the human world.
People gathered around the guardrail, looking at the high-rise hanging street in front of them mourning silently in the rain, as if they wanted to see a lot of grand excitement in the dead streets and alleys.
However, there was nothing there, except for the occasional jailer wearing black robes, patrolling inside.
In fact, it's the same elsewhere, but here it lacks the crowds of people, so the black colors are particularly conspicuous.
Just like the green eaves in the snow, it can be seen at a glance.
Nan Dao stood at the edge of the hanging street, waiting there very quietly.
It has been raining for most of the day.
But it can’t rain all the time. Maybe it will stop in the evening, maybe it will stop at night.
As Mu Yu's voice gradually became lower, the onlookers slowly dispersed while shaking their heads and sighing.
Perhaps they were sighing at the sudden death of such an old man.
Perhaps they were lamenting those who had to stay at home due to the lockdown.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and the boy under the umbrella stood at the edge of the hanging streets like a lonely island that finally appeared on the coast after the tide receded.
It seemed as if the foundation stone at the bottom had been washed away by the sea water, and it gradually disappeared there.
In the surging flow of people, this young man did not know when he appeared within the ten-mile blockade.
In a certain alley where the rain still lingers, the rainwater from the eaves is dripping on the young man's umbrella. In such a quiet alley, there may be some sudden sounds.
Sophora japonica has not changed any more.
However, for such a young man, this happened to have changed.
Nan Dao stood in the alley and looked quietly for a long time before finally finding some of the alleys he had walked through that day. However, now those alleys that should have been closely connected at night seemed to have been chopped off at this time. Like broken pieces of fish, they were scattered everywhere, some in the sky, some on the ground, and some leading to the bottom of Sophora Capital.
Many mechanisms that operate according to the rules and will not be coupled until a certain moment are probably stagnant in the rain of this world.
Those heavenly wardens were still searching everywhere, as if they were extremely serious, and as if they were just a puppet show for the world to watch.
Walking back and forth in the streets and alleys with pavilions set up everywhere.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then held an umbrella and carefully walked through the alleys, heading in the same direction as the alley yesterday.
It's just that such a young man had to stop before he even really entered the edge of such an alley.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and stood silently on the edge of the gloomy alley in the rain, looking up at the hanging street.
There was an extremely tall man in black robe standing in the rain holding an umbrella.
The man didn't seem to notice himself, he was just looking up at a higher alley somewhere.
The prisoner of Huaidu Heavenly Prison is Liu Qinghe.
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't know Liu Qinghe, but Liu Baiyuan was well known to everyone in Huaidu. After all, it was not an unfamiliar name.
When that man in black robe stood there quietly holding an umbrella, he really looked like what the world described.
The great ape peeks into the white flowers.
Nan Dao's expression was very solemn, and his breathing became dull unconsciously.
If a man like that slowly pulled out an extremely long red blood strip on his head, perhaps the sense of oppression would be even greater.
Nan Dao silently took a few steps back into the alley.
There are many dispatchers or deans in Heavenly Prison.
However, in such a place, there is only one prison master.
Just like the head of the Ghost Suppression Department back then.
This young man who had crossed the long street calmly and resolutely, wanting to go back to the alley to see what happened, was feeling a lot of wavering at this moment.
With such a man in black robe standing on the hanging street overlooking the world, the boy naturally had no possibility of sneaking through and returning to the alley.
Nan Dao stood hesitantly in the alley.
However, at the next moment, when the young man was still hesitant, the tall man in black robe standing on the street holding an umbrella slowly turned his head, and his eyes stopped at such an alley.
When Nan Dao turned his gaze over like that, an extremely strong sense of danger suddenly arose in his heart.
Behind him, Yiaoyingzhou and Taohuajian were agitating uneasily. The young man hurriedly raised his hand to hold down the two swords, which stopped the swords from clanging.
But before the boy could completely hide in the alley, a very calm voice suddenly came from behind, but it was enough to make the boy's hair stand on end.
"South Island?"
Nan Dao suddenly tightened his grip on Yiaozhou Island behind him.
