Nan Dao was walking quietly in the night holding an umbrella, but on a certain hanging street, he unexpectedly met the woman named Xu Chunhua.
The rain has almost stopped.
The small town girl was holding the little white umbrella and looking around, as if she was looking for something.
Nan Dao stopped there quietly, waiting for Xu Chunhua to come over.
But even so, it still took the woman a long time to finally see the young man standing at the end of the hanging street.
Xu Chunhua finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the young man standing there safe and sound.
In the vast sea of people, it is naturally difficult for people to find some lost people.
So the young man actually couldn't understand why Xu Chunhua came to find him.
"Where did you go again today?"
Before the boy asked the question, the small town girl asked worriedly.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "I have to go and see it."
Xu Chunhua looked at the young man standing calmly under the umbrella. She didn't know what to say for a moment. But when she caught a glimpse of some black robes walking in the crowd of people on the long street in the distance, the woman was still nervous. , looked at the young man and said, "Let's go back first and then talk."
The young man looked at the woman silently for a long time, and then said softly: "Okay."
The two walked through the alley where the drizzle stopped, and returned to such an alley again.
It wasn't until she reached such an old alley that Xu Chunhua finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Actually, people from Heavenly Hell also came to see me today."
Xu Chunhua put away her umbrella and walked slowly in front.
Nan Dao didn't speak, he just lowered his head silently, wondering what he was thinking.
"But they were acting weird."
Xu Chunhua whispered the things that she couldn't understand today.
He turned back and looked at the sixteen-year-old boy behind him.
"Did you really not kill that Lord Shangshu?"
Only then did Nan Dao respond and nodded.
Xu Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief.
Some decisions, even if they are not made, will still linger in your heart.
When the heavenly warden stood in the restaurant in black robes, Xu Chunhua actually thought about many things, such as how about telling them about the young man?
It's just that the story obviously didn't let this small town girl make some choices.
Chen He probably liked this boy very much.
Xu Chunhua held the umbrella and put her hands behind her back, tilted her head and looked at the night, walking slowly in the alley, and thinking slowly.
Otherwise, why would you write some stories about this young man's adventures when you have nothing to do?
This is probably the origin of many of Xu Chunhua's decisions.
"I may need to stay here for a while."
The young man who had been silent behind him suddenly said something like this.
Xu Chunhua turned around and found that the young man had stopped, so she stood there, raised her head and looked at herself seriously, as if asking for many opinions.
Xu Chunhua thought for a while and asked curiously: "Why?"
Nan Dao thought for a long time and then said softly: "Although I didn't kill the person, many people saw me, so I have to avoid the news."
Xu Chunhua turned her head and continued walking towards the yard in the alley.
"It doesn't matter, this courtyard was originally left by Chen He."
The small town girl said, hesitating again.
Her idea was naturally for the young man to leave Huaidu.
But it was obvious that the young man would not leave Huaidu.
Otherwise, there would be no such thing as finding such a scholar today.
The story of Lingnan and Huaidu, the story of Lingnan and the Human Sword Sect, are all in such a capital city, and the young man will naturally not leave.
Xu Chunhua stopped in the alley for a long time, and then said softly: "But maybe the people from Heavenly Prison will come looking for her."
Nan Dao said calmly: "The people from Heavenly Prison will not come here."
Xu Chunhua turned around and looked at Nan Dao in confusion: "Why?"
Nan Dao quietly looked at the human lights at the end of the alley that had been washed clean by the rain.
"Because it's the people from Heavenly Prison who want me to hide them."
Xu Chunhua stood there in a daze. At this moment, the small town girl seemed to understand why the person in heaven behaved so strangely today.
But what will such a heavenly prison that has taken over Huaidu with such force do?
Xu Chunhua hesitated for a while, but finally didn't ask.
Sometimes if you ask too many questions, you will inevitably get yourself involved.
Just like when she asked Chen He many things in that small town under Qingtian Road.
The two returned to the yard.
Xu Chunhua originally wanted to tidy up Chen He's room.
But the boy refused.
Naturally, Nan Dao slept in Chen He's room.
Back in Xuanxuyuan, because Hang Yue and her little sisters played cards in the library all night, the young man couldn't bear the disturbance and sadly changed places to sleep with Nan Dao.
But in fact, people rarely slept there in the South Island at that time.
Sleeping with an umbrella is naturally very distressing.
Therefore, after the young man entered Taoism, he often just sat at the listening platform.
Just like the young man is just sitting in the yard now.
He sat on the steps with his sword across his knees.
Xu Chunhua originally wanted to get a small bench for Nandao.
Just sitting on a small bench seems more like fishing than practicing.
When Nan Dao thought about fishing, he thought of the woman in white on the cliff of the clear pool in the bamboo forest.
Thanks Chunxue.
There was no sign of her on the sloping platform.
Maybe such a fisherman doesn’t know where he fishes again.
Xu Chunhua looked at the boy from the side. She didn't know what the boy was thinking, but he didn't seem to be practicing, but in a daze.
Naturally, the reason for having random thoughts is that you don’t want to think about what is going on at the moment.
It took Nandao a long time to come back to his senses, but today's young man seems to have a hard time entering a state of concentration in practice.
In fact, there are not many white flowers left in the young man's sea of minds.
This also means that the boy's enlightenment is about to come to an end.
The young man should have practiced with great enthusiasm and entered the final stage of enlightenment to seek plum blossoms.
But the young man's thoughts were a little scattered.
Xu Chunhua probably also noticed that a young man with a sword across his knees and a distracted look in his eyes was naturally not practicing.
"You look a little..."
What are some?
Xu Chunhua didn't know either.
Nan Dao let out a long breath, raised his hand and put it on the Parrot Island on his knees.
"Yeah, I'm a little confused."
Xu Chunhua looked at the boy, thought for a moment, and asked, "What happened before I found you?"
Naturally, nothing major happened. Nan Dao just had a few words with a certain scholar in a noodle shop and ate a bowl of noodles.
Nan Dao shook his head and had no intention of saying anything.
But the young man also wanted to understand something at this time - his emotions today were too extreme.
Although Nan Dao was calm when talking about many things at that time.
But that too calm tone just showed that some of the scholar's words hurt the young man.
Or maybe it wasn't words, just a look.
The boy said nothing.
But after a long silence, looking at the damp corridors in the yard, he asked a very sudden question.
"Do you think I'm a good person?"
Xu Chunhua looked at the boy silently.
I thought to myself that I had only seen you in Chen He’s books, but I didn’t know you walking in the world, so how could I know?
The small town girl shook her head sincerely.
"I have no idea."
...
After the boy left, Liu Qinghe also left the long street.
This tall man, dressed in a black robe with gold patterns, walked quietly in the streets and alleys of Huaidu holding an umbrella, then passed through a downward alley and entered the bottom of Huaidu.
Above Sophora Capital is a long street, and below Sophora Capital is the same.
But probably due to Liu Qinghe's certain decisions, those streets and alleys that should have ascended to the human world at some point need to stay under this stone dome for a long time, looking at the high-hanging lights for daylight.
It was raining above the dome wall, and it was also raining under the dome wall. After washing the upper stone slabs, the rainwater slowly seeped into the bottom and turned into another pattering rain, falling on the human world below. among.
Up and down the River Styx, there is the human world.
These were the words of Huaidu back then.
So, up and down the long street, it is natural that it is also the human world.
The death of the Minister of War also spread to the streets and alleys under the Sophora Capital.
The world below is probably quieter than the world above.
Maybe it's just a long-standing habit of being accustomed to peace and quiet under the stone wall.
It was already dark in the upper and lower worlds, so naturally not many people stayed on the streets dripping with rain.
Liu Qinghe walked calmly through the streets and alleys, heading north until he reached a long street that seemed to suddenly break off.
Liu Qinghe didn't stop until he reached the end of the broken street.
The long street is naturally neither cut off nor truncated.
It's just that when this long street goes up, it connects to the palace gate.
So when it settled down, it looked like it was broken.
Continuing forward along the broken street, there is a large deep valley like an abyss, but in the deep valley, there are many gentle lights that are obscured by the dripping water mist.
There is an extremely important department in Huaidu, the Tiangong Department, which is superior to the Ministry of Works.
Yi's Bow, which shocked the world, was born in such a place.
Liu Qinghe stopped there for a while, but some extremely dull mechanical sounds slowly sounded in the human world under the stone dome.
Then there were countless iron ropes that suddenly rose and tightened, leading a ladder leading downwards up layer by layer.
Of course Liu Qinghe could fall directly into the valley deep in the rain and fog.
It's just that after all, some things have to be in compliance with the rules.
Therefore, the Heavenly Prison Lord calmly stepped on the ascending stairs and headed downwards.
...
The place where Song Yingxin is located is located on a stone platform on the upper level of Tiangong Division, which seems to be just a valley but is spreading towards the depths of the earth.
There are many offices of the Tiangong Department there, and they are very crowded. Even the alleys between the offices are extremely narrow.
When Liu Qinghe walked through the dripping eaves and walked into such a courtyard, Song Yingxin, who was busy calculating many things with a mirror in front of the case, raised his head and glanced at Liu Qinghe, then continued to lower his head and said : "Don't worry, the Tiangong Division is already doing its best to restore Sophora Capital."
Liu Qinghe smiled, leaned against the door and looked at the middle-aged man, and said, "Actually, I just came here to tell you, Tiangong Division, don't be anxious."
Song Yingxin raised his head, took off the lens that could provide vision, looked up at Liu Qinghe and said in confusion: "What do you mean?"
Liu Qinghe turned around and looked at this very prosperous business office. In fact, the largest business office in Huaidu was not Tianjing or other places, but Tiangong Division. Even Liu Qinghe did not know that such a business office was located in this area. How far has it spread under the earth?
At the beginning, the Tiangong Division chose to be built underground in order to prevent disputes in the cultivation world from destroying many achievements in the world. But probably the world would not have thought that the Tiangong Division would develop so rapidly in a thousand years.
Looking at such a place at the bottom of the valley is naturally different from looking at it from the broken street through a lot of confusing fog.
If we say that Sophora japonica is a prosperous fire burning in the world.
Then the Tiangong Division is the source that supports such an amazing fire.
Countless bureaucracies and agencies spread out under the earth with lights.
It is another kind of prosperity.
The great road leads to Han Valley, and the work of heaven emerges from the prosperous age.
Liu Qinghe looked at it sadly for a long time, and then said softly: "After you left, something happened above, so the Tiangong Division may have to stop for a while."
Song Yingxin frowned and said, "What's the matter?"
"Li Chenghe is dead."
Liu Qinghe said slowly.
Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe in surprise. The head of the Tiangong Division, who lived under Sophora Capital all year round and had very little contact with the Sophora Capital underground, naturally sometimes missed many things in the world.
Although Song Yingxin was sometimes too immersed in the underground, he still remembered that although the Minister of War was old, he did not look like he would die suddenly.
Just when I was about to ask for a clear answer, I remembered what Liu Qinghe said that day - it depends on what the Lord Attendant thinks.
"Is it made of water in a bottle?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Yes."
Liu Baiyuan, who always liked to smile slightly, did not smile at this time, but just sighed softly.
"But I didn't expect him to be so anxious."
Song Yingxin was speechless.
After a long time, he said: "What on earth is the water in the bottle doing?"
Liu Qinghe looked back at Song Yingxin, thought for a moment, and said, "Do you think I look like Yao Ji?"
Song Yingxin asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
Liu Qinghe chuckled lightly.
"I'm not a human being, how can I know so much?"
"..."
Liu Qinghe continued: "So the Tiangong Division needs to pause for a while, so let Huaidu stop."
If Tian Yu wants to take over Huaidu and force Siwu Demon Mansion to leave, he needs a suitable reason.
Song Yingxin also understood, looked at Liu Qinghe and said, "Is Tian Yu planning to force the water in the bottle to jump out on its own?"
Liu Qinghe said softly: "It is better for him to come out on his own than to make Huaidu a mess."
Song Yingxin stood there for a long time, feeling particularly hesitant.
Liu Qinghe looked at him and said, "What are you worried about?"
Song Yingxin said softly: "Sophora Capital has been stagnant for too long, and the trust established by Tiangong Division for thousands of years will be lost in the hearts of the world."
Liu Qinghe stood there and smiled slightly.
"It's better than the lack of trust in Huaidu in the world."
Song Yingxin sighed but said nothing more.
But he suddenly remembered what he said that day, turned to look at Liu Qinghe and said, "By the way, what about that boy?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "So I tell you not to rush."
Song Yingxin still couldn't understand and said: "Why shouldn't I be anxious?"
Liu Qinghe said slowly: "Because that boy is like water in a bottle."
"What's the meaning?"
"He was pushed into that alley and became the only confirmed murderer of Li Chenghe that the world has seen."
Liu Qinghe said calmly.
"Of course Heavenly Prison will not arrest such a young man, so we still have to see what he does with water in the bottle."
Song Yingxin frowned and stood there for a long time.
Liu Qinghe continued: "Such a young man was dragged all the way from the East China Sea by his water bottle. Naturally, it is impossible for him to die just to have a reasonable reason for the Minister of War."
Song Yingxin seemed to understand something, looked at Liu Qinghe and said, "So what do you mean?"
Liu Qinghe quietly looked at the yamen that stretched like red flowers in the mountains, and said softly: "It's just some speculation. It has not been implemented, and it has become an excuse for slander."
"Heaven knows and earth knows, you know and I know."
Song Yingxin was probably really curious.
Liu Qinghe turned around and smiled slightly.
"Even the Heavenly Prison has people who are in trouble, let alone your Tiangong Division?"
Song Yingxin was speechless, then sighed and said, "It's better for Heavenly Prison to arrest him directly."
Liu Qinghe laughed softly and said: "Heavenly Prison can't arrest him."
Song Yingxin raised his eyebrows and said, "What does this mean?"
Liu Qinghe sighed and said: "It's not interesting, because he is from the twelfth floor. If we catch him, we will naturally kill him."
Naturally, Song Yingxin couldn't say anything so inhumane that he just wanted to look at the umbrella.
"If Heavenly Hell doesn't take action, Siwu Demon Mansion will take action. Everything must be reasonable. Heavenly Prison can then take the person from Siwu Demon Mansion and hand it over to Dali Temple. At that time, your Tiangong Division will do something What, Heavenly Prison won’t care, and it won’t let Siwu Demon Mansion get involved.”
Song Yingxin thought about it, and it seemed that this was the only way to go.
After all, the Tiangong Division really had no serious reason to look for such a young man.
The two stood there for a long time, and Liu Qinghe turned around and headed in the direction he came from.
Just when I was walking around, I suddenly remembered something. I turned back and looked at the structures stretching underground very seriously.
"Which ones are related to the operation of Sophora Capital?"
Song Yingxin frowned.
"what are you up to?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.
"It has to be like something like, for example, some very violent noises suddenly occurred under Huaidu, so that Heavenly Hell can tell the world that the underground mechanism has been running for too long and malfunctioned, so Huaidu needs to be stagnant for a long time."
"...Is it too late for me to spit out the tea eggs to you now?"
"It's probably too late."
