The moment the young man heard the extremely calm words with the meaning of inquiry, he directly held the hand of Yiaozhou.
However, the sword of cold light was pushed back into the sheath before it was even unsheathed, unable to move at all.
Nan Dao slowly turned his head. Behind him stood a very calm Taoist. The moment the young man saw the Taoist, he was stunned.
Meixi rain.
The blue sky leads to plum rain.
When they were in Lingnan, Nandao and Qingjiao once met such a Taoist by the Tingfeng River.
Then this Taoist had a fight with Chen Huaifeng in Lingnan and left the south with a lot of anger.
But the young man probably never thought that he would see this Taoist here again.
Naturally, Nan Dao had heard about those rumors in the human world.
For example, for some reason, Qingtian Dao was suddenly charged with the annihilation of the Lame Deer Sword Sect - even though in the end, when everyone thought that such a story was being appeased, Zhang Xiaoyu jumped out and officially started such a story. A chaotic time between two races.
It’s just that the young man probably didn’t pay attention.
After all, those stories happened in the north, and he was a swordsman from Lingnan.
The young man stood there in a daze.
Mei Xiyu very calmly pushed back the last inch of the sword behind the young man.
So the young man could no longer draw his sword.
Of course Nan Dao had fought Zhang Xiaoyu before.
But everyone probably understands the gold content of such a battle.
"The sound of the sword being unsheathed is very hard and sharp."
Mei Xiyu took back her hand and stood there looking at the boy calmly.
"In a rainy and silent alley, if the sword is unsheathed, everyone will hear it..."
The Taoist paused and said softly.
"You really won't be able to get out of this alley then."
Nan Dao held his hand on the hilt of the sword and was silent for a long time, then slowly let go.
Looking back, the man in black robe had turned around and was looking at something on the hanging street.
But no matter what he was looking at, it didn't look like he was looking at the young man and Taoist priest in this alley.
Nan Dao turned around again and looked at the Taoist standing in the alley in silence.
The Taoist held an umbrella and stood quietly by the alley wall, looking at the boy for a long time, as if he was thinking about many things.
After a long time, Mei Xiyu slowly said: "When I heard about such a suspicious young man holding an umbrella from Tian Yu, I was very curious about what kind of young man this was."
Nan Dao frowned, always feeling that this Taoist was very strange.
Mei Xiyu didn't care what the young man was thinking, and just said as if he was waking up from a dream: "It turns out that I met you in Lingnan. At that time, there was a Donghai sword cultivator in red."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time and finally spoke his first words.
"Yes."
After hearing the young man's answer, Mei Xiyu looked at the young man's complicated expression, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do I feel you feel a little guilty?"
But he didn't wait for the boy to answer anything.
The Taoist seemed to have remembered a lot of things and looked at the young man quietly.
"Lingnan has never had anything to do with Qingtian Dao. The only thing that happened in recent years was probably that letter sent from Lingnan Lingluo Pavilion..."
When the young man heard this, he already knew that the Taoist in front of him finally understood many things.
However, Mei Xiyu did not continue talking and just stood there quietly for a long time.
So you see, sometimes, some letters sent to distant places will eventually fall back into the hands of the young man himself.
The young man stood there silently.
He knew that the Taoist in front of him actually determined his destiny.
However, the Taoist did not mention such a thing again. He just looked at the young man calmly and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said softly: "I'm new here, I walked in accidentally."
Mei Xiyu smiled softly and turned to look out the alley, also looking at the green eaves of the high-rise buildings.
"I accidentally came here to take a look. The Heavenly Prison has blocked all the surrounding streets and alleys. Did I accidentally go around it?"
At this time, Nandao also gradually calmed down.
"Yes."
"Like the original letter?"
"Yes."
Nan Dao spoke subconsciously, paused, but still said it completely. He looked up at the Taoist, who showed no emotion on his face.
Mei Xiyu turned around and walked towards the alley.
"Actually, my current identity is that of a guilty person."
Mei Xiyu did not let the young man follow.
Naturally, the young man could only follow.
The Taoist man walked calmly in the increasingly dark alley.
"Or prisoners."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "But I didn't see the shackles."
Mei Xiyu looked back at Nan Dao and asked calmly: "The shackles must be locked on the ankles, must the shackles be worn around the neck?"
Nan Dao fell silent.
Of course not.
"My shackles are the stone slabs under my feet, and my shackles are the house of ninety thousand gold."
Mei Xiyu said very calmly.
"Just like when you saw me for the first time, you definitely couldn't understand it. My shackles were too wide, so I had to be driven by some people to run around in them, acting as many tools."
"Just like now, some people don't know what they are thinking. They don't hide properly when they commit a crime. Instead, they run back to take a look. So someone needs to remind them that your sword should not be unsheathed. Your people Don’t show up.”
Nan Dao stood there in a daze, not knowing what Mei Xiyu meant.
The rain in Meixi also stopped. The depths of this alley were very quiet, with only some dense rain sounds.
After a long time, Mei Xiyu turned around and looked out of the alley. The sight here was blocked by the alley walls and building overhangs on both sides, so he could no longer see Liu Qinghe, who was like a peeper of flowers.
Mei Xiyu withdrew her gaze and landed on the young man under the umbrella.
"Guess why Liu Qinghe, Prison Master Liu, stood on a hanging street like that and watched the rain?"
The young man was silent for a long time, and then slowly shook his head.
Mei Xiyu said calmly: "If he is standing there, you don't dare to pass by. If you don't dare to pass by, you won't be exposed."
So the reason is actually very simple.
Just to scare away a certain young man.
Nan Dao suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Therefore, the arrival of such a young man was naturally impossible to hide from such a lord of heaven and hell. That glance was indeed looking at such an alley.
Mei Xiyu's voice still fell calmly in the alley, falling on the young man's feet like rain.
"Have you met Mr. Attendant?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, and then asked softly: "No."
Mei Xiyu looked at this boy for a long time.
After a long silence, Nan Dao said something as sincere as a certain scholar.
"I was not the one who killed Lord Shangshu."
Mei Xiyu said calmly: "Of course I know it wasn't you who killed him. Although all the clues point to you, some of them are too deliberate."
Nan Dao frowned and said, "What is it?"
Mei Xiyu said softly: "The sword intention in the alley."
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment.
The Taoist said slowly: "A young man who can defeat the sword cultivators of the Five Realms with the Snow Realm, if he faces an old, defenseless and unprotected minister of the Ministry of War, he still needs to use his sword... .....”
Mei Xiyu said something very similar to something Liu Qinghe said.
"Probably such a swordsman cannot be held up by mud."
Today's sword cultivators still adhere to the concept that the sword in their hands cannot be separated for a long time.
No matter how prosperous the art of Sword Intention is, after all, any practitioner of Sword Intention will have good attainments on the sword in his hand.
If the young man really wanted to kill someone, he would probably draw his sword very neatly like he did at the Nanyi River, stabbing it into the heart of another young man with great smoothness and precision, and then use his sword intent to destroy that one. The divine sea within the young swordsman's body.
The young man stood in the alley for a long time without saying anything.
Mei Xiyu looked at the young man with some curiosity and suddenly asked: "Why didn't you draw your sword to kill in the end?"
Such a problem may not be sudden.
The reason for all the flaws in this story is that the young man in front of him did not draw his sword.
So someone had to choose another way and kill the Minister of War.
Nan Dao was silent for a long time and said softly: "I asked him a question."
Mei Xiyu looked at the boy quietly.
"what is the problem?"
"When Nanyi City and Lingnan were facing many difficulties, why did Huaidu choose such a way to deal with it."
Mei Xiyu was not surprised.
As if the boy should have asked such a question.
"The old man looked at me for a long time, and perhaps guessed my origin and purpose. Then he calmly told me that this was not something that the Ministry of War could decide."
Mei Xiyu raised her eyebrows and said, "You believe it?"
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and said calmly: "Of course I don't believe it, but some things are really weird."
The young man squinted his eyes and looked up at the darkening world in the distance.
"When I was thinking about who I should go to, someone was talking about the Ministry of War not far away. When I was thinking about where the Minister of War was, someone was talking about the whereabouts of such an old man. "
So the boy probably didn't go to any very special place, but wherever he went, someone seemed to be pointing the way.
If the story of the death of Shushu on the Nanyi River had not happened in the young man's life, the young man might have really pulled out his sword in the alley without saying anything.
It's just that some stories, just like Mei Xiyu didn't know before walking into this alley, are also unfamiliar to the world.
They didn't know how long the young man had regretted because of his original letter.
Just like what Chen Huaifeng said to the boy in Lingnan - the world of spiritual practice is different from the human world. If people in the world have grudges, they can just pick up the knife and walk away across a few streets. If it is too far, they will calm down and give up halfway. But the world of cultivation is different. We walked too fast. From Nanyi City to outside the pass, if people like us are really in a hurry, it may not even take a day to ignite the divine sea. Suddenly, many feuds had no time to calm down and became the source of turmoil in the world.
So young people have the freedom to be angry.
There is also the freedom of calm.
Sharpening the sword before killing is not only to make the sword sharper. It’s also to think about many things seriously.
Freedom with restraint is true freedom.
So the boy in the alley was thinking very seriously.
The old man told him very calmly that if he didn't believe it, he could go to the Ministry of War and have a look. There were all the military proposals that had been dismissed by the Lord Attendant from the 1003rd year of Dafengli to the Southern Rebellion.
The young man was actually still very hesitant.
After all, no matter how old the Minister of War is, he is still in Huaidu.
These stories may only get one chance.
Just looking at the old Minister of the Ministry of War standing calmly in the alley, the young man did not draw his sword in the end.
Nan Dao told such a story very calmly.
"I'm back in that alley again, looking at the world seriously, looking at my sword, and thinking about many things."
"It's just that before I had time to go to the Ministry of War to take a look, the old man I met yesterday died."
The young man took out a token from his arms.
Mei Xiyu watched quietly.
That is the badge of the Minister of War.
"So I'm glad I didn't let the anger get to my head."
Nan Dao looked at the token quietly.
"But I also regret it very much. I regret that I left too early."
The young man fell silent.
Mei Xiyu probably understood some of the young man's thoughts.
Such a Minister of the Ministry of War has lived so safely in certain undercurrents in Huaidu for so long, but his own reckless intrusion caused some flaws.
So he died in the alley.
After all, teenagers will have some guilt.
Just like the first time the young man looked at him.
Mei Xiyu looked at it quietly for a long time, then turned around calmly and continued walking deeper into the alley.
The two of them walked quietly on the alley where the rain had gradually thinned out, and no one said anything else.
Mei Xiyu led the boy quietly through many streets and alleys at the bottom of Sophora Capital, and when the night fell, they stopped at a short and quiet street.
The Taoist stood there for a long time, and then said softly: "It was the people from Heaven's Prison who killed the Minister of War."
Nan Dao frowned and looked at the Taoist.
I don’t know why he said such a sentence, and I don’t know why he came to such a conclusion.
Mei Xiyu said calmly: "When the Heavenly Prison evolved from the Ghost Suppression Division, the swords that some of those Heavenly Prisoners cultivated came from His Majesty's professors."
"Your Majesty is an extremely orthodox swordsman from the Human Sword Sect. The Human Sword Sect a thousand years ago still practiced the Mo Jian Ya sword technique."
This is naturally something Nandao also knows.
However, the young man under the umbrella didn't say anything, and frowned in silence.
He just suddenly remembered that when he was in East China Sea, he once thought he was the Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator from Ximen.
Mei Xiyu was still looking at the long street and talking slowly.
"Heavenly Prison will naturally not be monolithic, even if such a place has an extremely strict self-examination system. But as long as you are human, you may walk in different rivers."
Nan Dao probably understood a lot of things.
"The other river is what you call the servant?"
Mei Xiyu said calmly: "Yes."
The young man suddenly understood why such a lord of hell would stand unabashedly on such a hanging street for a long time.
"Prison Master Liu told me that we all know many things well, but there is no evidence for that. In such a story, the only conclusive evidence is that you were there before and after the death of Lord Shangshu, Appeared near this street."
There is a young man who walks with a sword and an umbrella in the dusk, but it is easy to leave a deep impression on the world.
Mei Xiyu turned around and looked at Nan Dao quietly.
Therefore, the young man cannot draw his sword or show his head.
As long as the world has not been seen by some people from the Siwu Demon Mansion, Heavenly Prison will have a reason to drag this matter on for a long time until someone loses patience and jumps out on his own.
Yi Ru was in a restaurant south of Huaido City.
The same question that the heavenly warden asked Xu Chunhua.
Would you say no?
If you say no, then deny everything.
Therefore, the clue about the boy pulled out by Xu Chunhua could remain on the issue that Xu Chunhua could not be found in Heavenly Prison for a long time.
Although this Taoist from Qingtian Dao was unwilling, he stood sincerely at the end of the short street, looking ahead and giving the boy directions seriously.
"Go out into the night, find a place to settle down, don't hang out."
Mei Xiyu said very seriously.
Even if the young man in front of him was the culprit who had to walk around Huaidu in shackles.
It's just like what Mei Xiyu saw from some people when he was eating that bowl of Yangchun noodles - Qingtian Dao is indeed closely related to Heavenly Prison.
Although such a Taoist who was hiding by the stream outside Shanxia Town could not understand the origin of many connections.
Nan Dao looked at the Taoist in front of him for a long time. After a long time, the young man stood in the night and asked softly: "What can we do if we drag this story on?"
This young man who had just arrived, nor most people in the world, could not understand the meaning of Huaidu's long-term stagnation.
That means that Tian Yu has full control over the governance of Huaidu, and the Siwu Demon Mansion is completely cut off from these stories.
For a certain Lord Attendant of Siwu Demon Mansion, this is of course a very bad thing.
Of course, there's something worse.
"Your Majesty will return to Huaidu soon."
Mei Xiyu said calmly.
When Shenhe returned to Sophora Capital, everything was like clouds in the sky and water in bottles.
Although Nan Dao didn't understand many of the things involved, he didn't continue to ask questions and walked slowly out of the short street holding an umbrella.
The Taoist was looking at the young man's back, but suddenly remembered something and stopped him.
"correct."
Nan Dao turned around in the night and saw the Taoist saying very calmly: "Master Li is right."
"What?"
Mei Xiyu said slowly: "It is indeed the Lord Attendant who rejected all the decisions of the Ministry of War on the war in the south."
Nan Dao stood there in silence for a long time holding an umbrella. He took a deep breath and said softly: "Thank you very much."
The young man turned and left without looking back.
Sometimes something that everyone knows well in some places turns out to be the answer to a question that many people are puzzled by and are struggling to find.
