Zhu Congwen followed the big demon who looked like a butler all the way towards the depths of the Siwu Demon Mansion.
Perhaps it was due to the hidden state of his mind that even those ordinary mansion paths were still extremely gloomy in the eyes of this scholar.
The tree crowns hanging gloomily on the roadside in the night, and the flowers that should have been bright became enchanting.
The moonlight was cold, and the path might be twisted, leading to some unknown abyss.
Zhu Congwen's heart became more and more frightened, and then he paused for a moment, standing there and breathing for a long time.
It wasn't until the suffocating feeling gradually disappeared that everything in front of Zhu Congwen gradually became normal.
Although Siwu Demon Mansion has the word "monster" in it, such a mansion is naturally the mansion of the world.
The bright moon is in the sky, and its light is shining coldly on the world.
Perhaps this is the case in the heart of the scenic spot.
Zhu Congwen took a deep breath, then followed the big demon's footsteps again and continued to move forward.
The two of them walked for a long time before finally reaching the depths of such a demon mansion.
Just like that day, Zhu Congwen was taken to the flower garden outside the corridor.
In the distance, there is a huge clear pond outside the corridor, which is sparkling in the moonlight.
There are many white stone paths leading to all directions by the pool, but I don’t know where they are going.
"My Lord Attendant is still busy, you can wait here for a while."
While Zhu Congwen was looking around, he heard the voice of the butler next to him.
The scholar turned his head and bowed.
"Thank you."
The big demon walked away calmly on the moonlit path.
Zhu Congwen stood there quietly.
The Lord Attendant is naturally busy.
After all, His Majesty is not in Huaidu now, and the final decisions on many matters fall into the hands of such a great demon.
As Zhu Congwen was daydreaming there, he inexplicably remembered something he had said to the Taoist named Mei Xiyu before.
It seems that I have no hot tea to drink today.
The scholar didn't know why he suddenly thought of this thing.
But the sudden sound behind him frightened the scholar, and he subconsciously wanted to hold a tea cup that didn't exist.
"What are you doing here today?"
The voice of the Lord Attendant was particularly young, and under such a moonlit night, it actually had a quiet feeling.
Zhu Congwen hurriedly turned around, looked at the big demon in white behind him, and then saluted in a panic.
"Zhu Congwen, a student of Xuanxu Academy, has met the Lord Attendant."
Shui Zaiping was probably very curious, so he stood under the corridor and looked up and down at this scholar whom he had not seen for ten days.
The scholar's voice was slightly trembling.
Maybe it's too cold.
So not far away, a servant came with some tea and walked into the corridor.
Shui Zaiping looked away, walked towards the corridor, sat down on the edge of the corridor, and said lightly: "Although I, Shui Zaiping, am a demon, I am not an evil demon that eats people without spitting out their bones. Neither do you" There’s no need to be so nervous. Besides, we’ve already met once before.”
The Lord Attendant looked at the tea that the servants in the mansion were making and smiled softly.
"Come and sit."
Zhu Congwen said softly: "Thank you, Lord Attendant."
The two sat down in the corridor. Outside the corridor, there was a pool of clear water with sparkling waves. Flowers and plants were flourishing everywhere. Although it was not a spring breeze, it might not be without the fragrance of flowers and plants.
A bowl of hot tea was delivered to Zhu Congtattoo.
The scholar took it very cautiously. Hot tea late at night is probably the same as wine and can bring a lot of warmth.
Zhu Congwen was drinking tea quietly there, while the water bottle was leaning against the guardrail of the corridor, holding his chin up and looking at the clear pond of flowers and plants outside the corridor.
Just when the scholar began to feel that the chill in his body had been dissipated, he heard the very calm voice of the Lord Attendant.
"How about this tea?"
Zhu Congwen looked at the tea in the bowl with some embarrassment.
Such a scholar naturally knew nothing about tea tasting. He hesitated for a long time and then said awkwardly: "My lord, please forgive me, I don't know about tea."
Shuizi Bottle smiled softly and said, "Want to warm yourself up?"
Zhu Congwen nodded sincerely, Shui Zaiping smiled and said: "It is good tea if it can warm the body."
Zhu Congwen looked at the servant dressed in white in front of him in astonishment. He hesitated a little and said, "Does the servant drink tea like this too?"
Shui Zaiping picked up another bowl of tea on the side, brought it to his lips and took a sip, and then said calmly: "Of course not, the world likes to pay attention to class, so naturally it must be based on the class that the world thinks of."
The Lord Attendant tasted briefly, then put the tea bowl back and said lightly: "Just like the clouds in the blue sky and the water in the bottle, everything is clear."
"Of course tea may have a different taste, but in some situations, people may not be drinking tea, but enjoying the sense of superiority of class differences in the story of tea tasting."
Zhu Congwen sat there for a long time holding the bowl of tea. For some reason, he always felt that the Lord Attendant had something to say.
Shui Zai Ping looked at the scholar, smiled slightly and said: "Being a waiter and the Minister of War are naturally different. For a waiter, good tea can warm the body, but it is different for the Minister of War. If you don’t understand, you have to learn it.”
Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, and then said sincerely: "Your Excellency, you are right."
The two of them sat quietly in the corridor.
Maybe it's past midnight, maybe not.
Since Sophora Capital came to a standstill, many of the ways people in the world are accustomed to identifying time have lost their effectiveness.
Shui sat there in the bottle for a long time, looked at the extremely sincere scholar sitting there, and said softly: "So it seems that I did not find the wrong person that day?"
The scholar lowered his head slightly and said, "Yes, sir."
Shui Zaiping said calmly: "But you have to know that there is no turning back for many things. People can see themselves as a fifteen-year-old boy, but they can't go back to fifteen years old. Since you refused that day, you want to If we want to do it again, it will naturally not be such a simple matter, not to mention that such a matter is a matter for the officials, so it is against the rules for you to come to me."
Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, and then said softly: "If everything in the world is in accordance with the rules, then there will probably be saints everywhere."
Shui Zaiping raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Congwen, who was holding hot tea to warm himself. The servant smiled slightly, stood up, walked to the other side of the corridor, and looked up at the night with his hands behind his hands.
"Yes."
Shui Zaiping stood there quietly, without speaking for a long time.
Zhu Congwen was also silent.
After a long time, the voice of the Lord Attendant came from the other side of the corridor.
"Are you more afraid of Prison Master Liu, or are you more afraid of me?"
Zhu Congwen subconsciously clenched the tea bowl in his hand.
After a long time, the scholar said sincerely: "Of course it's Prison Master Liu."
If anyone in the world were to answer such a question, the answer would only be Liu Qinghe.
The servants who look like white flowers, and the great ape who looks at the white flowers.
Needless to say more about the two.
Shui Zaiping chuckled and said, "Since you are more afraid of him, why don't you go find him?"
Zhu Congwen said slowly: "The Heavenly Prison is only His Majesty's Heavenly Prison, and the Lord Attendant is the Attendant of Huaidu."
The corridor and courtyard of the Demon Mansion fell silent.
The waiter in white clothes standing in the corridor just squinted his eyes and looked at the scholar for a long time. After a long time, he moved his eyes away, looked at the courtyard quietly, and said lightly: "You are wrong. , Zhu Congwen, the servant is also His Majesty’s servant.”
Zhu Congwen listened to the cold words in the bottle, and hurriedly put down the tea bowl in his hand and knelt down in the corridor.
"I made a mistake for a moment, and I hope you will forgive me."
Shui Zaiping looked at the scholar crawling there quietly, remained silent for a long time, and then said calmly: "Get up."
Zhu Congwen stood up with some trepidation. Perhaps he himself did not remember how he had the courage to reject such a servant from Huaido.
"Not only the minister, but also the minister of the six departments, he is also the minister of your majesty."
Shui Zaiping stood there and said calmly.
Zhu Congwen felt a little relieved, but at the next moment, the words uttered from the mouth of the attendant were like a snowstorm, drowning the southern scholar in the corridor.
"I don't know what Liu Qinghe told you, but this is what I want to tell you."
The scholar stood there in great fear. His body, which had just been warmed by the tea, became cold again until he was trembling.
Huaidu naturally stopped at the Heavenly Prison.
How could a place like Siwu Demon Mansion not know about many things happening in Huaidu?
The Heavenly Prison just prevents the Siwu Demon Mansion from blatantly looking at it, but it does not mean that such a servant is really blind.
Maybe it's like those words of Nanyi City at the beginning of a certain story.
Living in today's world, no one knows whether the person passing by is a human or a monster.
Shui Zaiping turned around and looked at Zhu Congwen quietly.
"Not everyone can enter the Siwu Demon Mansion if they want to, but you did. You should know what this means."
Zhu Congwen just stood in the corridor in silence with his head lowered.
The white clothes looked as cold as snow in the moonlight.
Those words that fell in the cloister were probably the same.
"I don't care if you want to stand with Heavenly Prison. If you want to get rid of your identity as a waiter and exchange for an identity above a certain class, so that you can have the courage to face some stories, I don't care either. .”
Zhu Congwen's teeth chattered.
"Such... Sir, what do you care about...?"
Shui Zaiping stood there for a long time and said calmly: "Can you be His Majesty's minister instead of the world's minister?"
Zhu Congwen suddenly raised his head and looked blankly at the servant who was targeted by the entire Huaidu. At this moment, the scholar suddenly realized that he could not understand such a servant who was inferior to one person and surpassed ten thousand people. .
And it seems like everything is reasonable.
The human world is a human world, but His Majesty in the human world is indeed a demon emperor from Huangliang.
As a great demon in the human world, the Lord Attendant, enjoying the blessings brought by such a demonic majesty, seems to have no reason to go against such a majesty.
What do these human stories mean?
Zhu Congwen stood there silently.
Shui Zaiping didn't care about the silence of such a scholar, and just repeated the question in a calm and deep voice.
"Can you be His Majesty's minister instead of the world's minister, Zhu Congwen?"
Such a scholar was so confused that he didn't know how to answer such a question.
After a long time, the scholar looked up at the Lord Attendant who seemed to be leaving the corridor. Then he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said slowly: "Yes."
Shui Zaiping stopped in the corridor, did not look back, just stood there for a long time, and then said lightly: "Okay."
...
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at the small sword in his hand, and then looked at Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan who were standing under the white pears.
The Lord of Heavenly Prison was probably really surprised that he would receive such a weird thing at this time.
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun stood there very uneasily. Facing such a controller of the Huaidu Heavenly Prison, no matter who it was, they would probably feel anxious and uneasy.
Liu Qinghe didn't speak for a long time. Yu Chaoyun glanced at the pale You Chunshan and asked cautiously: "Is there any problem, sir?"
Liu Qinghe put the small sword away and put it in his arms, then looked at the two of them and smiled gently.
"Of course there is no problem. I'm just a little surprised that His Majesty would do such a thing for a young man from the East China Sea."
You Chunshan was not as frightened as Yu Chaoyun.
Perhaps Liu Qinghe's smile was indeed very gentle, or maybe he was such a young man, too far away from Heavenly Prison, the world of practice, and far away from Huaihuai, and could not see many things. As the saying goes, this young man is joking.
"Perhaps Your Majesty also feels that I am not a creature of the pond."
Liu Qinghe just smiled slightly, then looked at You Chunshan and said, "Come here."
You Chunshan was not overbearing at this time. He calmed down and walked over carefully.
Liu Qinghe raised his hand, and the demonic power in his palm filled the air. You Chunshan subconsciously wanted to get his wooden sword, but after thinking about it, he gave up and allowed the demonic power from the big demon in front of him to sink into his body.
Although Yu Chaoyun was a little worried, he probably could only stop worrying.
After all, this is hell.
The person in front of him is the leader of Hell on Earth, Liu Baiyuan.
Therefore, this woman from Qingtian Dao could only stand there silently.
Fortunately, Liu Qinghe was probably just curious about what was wrong with such a young man.
After using the demon power to walk around You Chunshan's body, he took it back.
You Chunshan stood there, looking nervously at the tall man in front of him.
"How is it, sir?"
Liu Qinghe dissipated his demonic power, smiled slightly and said, "I don't know."
"..."
"But Your Majesty should have seen it." Liu Qinghe said slowly, "You really should go to the Tiangong Department."
You Chunshan stood there curiously, thinking that he had never seen His Majesty. When had His Majesty seen his physical condition?
Liu Qinghe didn't care what the young man was thinking, he just looked at the jailer waiting outside the hospital.
"Go get pen and paper."
Liu Qinghe's attitude towards the world was probably very gentle. After giving instructions to the Heavenly Prisoner, he looked back at the two of them and said, "I'll write something to the boss to explain the situation. The Heavenly Prisoner will take you to Huaidu later." Under the Tiangong Division."
You Chunshan breathed a sigh of relief and performed the nondescript ceremony very seriously.
"Thank you, Master Liu."
Liu Qinghe just stood there and waited with a smile.
The Heavenly Warden quickly brought a pen and paper, and Liu Qinghe used his demon power to spread the paper in the air, pondered for a while, and then picked up the pen and wrote something on it.
Although You Chunshan was a little curious, he was probably not bold enough to really dare to look out.
Liu Qinghe quickly finished writing those things, and then handed the piece of paper to the jailer behind him.
"Take them to the Tiangong Division and give this piece of paper to Song Yingxin."
"yes."
Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan thanked the Heavenly Prisoner who was unexpectedly easy to get along with, and then hurriedly followed the Heavenly Prisoner.
Liu Qinghe looked at the two of them quietly in the yard where the pear blossoms were about to fade away.
After a long time, a person came out from the depths of the Heavenly Prison, stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, looked at Liu Qinghe who was meditating in the courtyard, and bowed.
"What is the prison master looking at?"
Liu Qinghe looked at the man. He was a man in his fifties. He was also wearing a black robe from the Heavenly Prison, but the shape was different from that of Liu Qinghe and ordinary Heavenly Prisoners. On the contrary, it was quite similar to Di Qianjun's.
That person is Yu Dan, the dispatching envoy from the north of Heaven Prison.
Liu Qinghe came back to his senses, smiled slightly and said, "Nothing, I'm just curious as to why His Majesty made such a decision."
Yu Dan stood there respectfully and did not say anything more about such a sentence.
Of course Liu Qinghe could tell him some things, but they might not be able to really ask.
Liu Qinghe said nothing more, just looked at Yu Dan and asked, "Has the northern file investigation been completed?"
Yu Dan bowed and said: "In March, a Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator named Xu Yiyuan left Huaidu and went to tour the world. However, according to the Heavenly Prison case files in the northern cities, although this Heavenly Prisoner passed by He visited various cities in the north, but in the end he went straight to the East China Sea. He did not return to Huaidu until May."
Liu Qinghe was not surprised, but said calmly: "Where are the people?"
Yu Dan hesitated for a moment and said softly: "After the death of the Minister of War, he disappeared."
Of course, Heavenly Prison has its rangers who are often out of touch. After all, they are wandering around the world and cannot always report back on their itinerary.
It's just that the deeds of such a heavenly warden are indeed too bizarre.
Liu Qinghe stood there quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Have you searched the area around Huaidu?"
Yu Dan said in a deep voice: "Yes, but no trace of the Heavenly Prisoner was found. Maybe he is dead, maybe..."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly, raised his head and crossed the black walls of the Heavenly Prison, and said softly: "Perhaps in the Siwu Demon Mansion of Lord Attendant."
or.
It has been built into a certain wall of Siwu Demon Mansion.
The real murderer is dead, so naturally the one who most resembles the real murderer can only be the real murderer.
