Zhu Congwen didn't know whether there was a Heavenly Hell Sword Cultivator in the wall of Siwu Demon Mansion.
When he walked on the long street of Siwufang again, there were no passers-by among those streets and alleys.
The lights everywhere are still on, and the light wrapped in the lanterns naturally doesn't go out at a moment's notice.
Zhu Congwen walked to Mei Xiyu's yard, hesitated for a long time, and finally did not raise his hand to knock on the door.
Of course there are many things he doesn't understand.
It's just that a Taoist like that may not be able to understand.
Zhu Congwen turned around and looked at the deep and silent demon mansion under the night for a long time, then turned around silently and headed south of the streets and alleys.
In fact, even if Zhu Congwen really knocked on the door, probably no one would open the door.
Mei Xiyu was not in the yard.
This Taoist stood tall tonight.
On a hanging street somewhere east of Sophora Capital, Mei Xiyu was quietly looking at the world.
The Huaido Demon Clan enters the human world, just like water drops entering water, and it is difficult to distinguish them.
When the scholar knocked on the door of Siwu Demon Mansion, Mei Xiyu, who was sitting quietly in the courtyard, seemed to hear some very noisy sounds.
When the Taoist opened the courtyard door to take a look, Siwu Square was still quiet, but at the corner of the long street, he seemed to see some robes passing by.
A Taoist who has stayed in Siwufang for so long is naturally no stranger to that kind of robe.
Those are the clothes of Siwuwei.
Mei Xiyu stood quietly at the door for a while, then left the neighborhood and walked little by little toward the heights of Sophora Capital along the hanging streets that continued to go upward.
It's a pity that when this Taoist saw it, the water had already dripped into the water, and all he saw were some ripples.
When the ripples are calm, nothing can be distinguished.
Among the scattered pedestrians walking in the night, Mei Xiyu could no longer tell which ones were ordinary people and which ones were monsters.
If a demon clan does not deliberately activate its demon power, even a Taoist like Mei Xiyu will not be able to tell the difference.
This was the basis for Nanyi City to set the trend back then.
Mei Xiyu frowned and stood on the extremely high hanging street for a long time, overlooking Sophora Capital, which was silent in the night like countless cliffs and valleys.
The Taoist suddenly remembered something.
In fact, the sudden noise is not limited to tonight.
It happened in normal times.
It's just that the Taoist has never noticed it before.
It wasn't until the arrival of the scholar tonight that the Taoist had more thoughts and had not truly entered the realm of pure cultivation, which aroused his suspicion.
Mei Xiyu stood for a long time in the high wind that was quite chilly in the middle of the night.
Of course, the Siwu Demon Mansion would not really let the Heavenly Prison General Huaidu take over like this.
only.....
Mei Xiyu sighed slightly, and suddenly seemed to understand the worries of Huaian Empress Li Asan.
The demon clan's posture of submerging into the human world is too calm and too secretive.
Even he didn't know where those Siwu guards were scattered in Huaidu.
Be prepared to make some waves at some point.
While Mei Xiyu was sighing deeply, a different kind of fierce wind suddenly blew up beside her.
The Taoist turned around and saw a man in ordinary clothes standing next to him, with a sword slung behind his back. In the uneven light of the night, the sword had a clear and clear glow.
White ink sword, bell sweeps the snow.
Such a sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect can actually be regarded as one of the few swordsmen who still retains some fame.
Mei Xiyu raised her hands and bowed in salute.
"I've met Senior Zhong."
Zhong Saoxue, a swordsman who looked middle-aged, was actually very old, much older than Shan Zhaoshui, the swordsman who had gray hair on his temples.
This is a sword cultivator who has personally experienced the storm brought by Bai Fengyu.
Therefore, even if we don't talk about realm, Mei Xiyu should naturally be more respectful.
Zhong Saoxue is probably not a person who loves to laugh, but he cannot be said to be indifferent and distant. Just as the name Saoxue implies, this swordsman is like an ordinary man who sweeps snow in Huaidu at night, so When I got tired of sweeping, I stopped and had a casual conversation with a Taoist on the roadside.
"I can't understand what Huaidu did."
Zhong Saoxue stood there, looking quietly in a certain direction of Huadu.
Mei Xiyu turned around and looked in the direction Zhong Saoxue was looking at, which was south of Huaixue City. Such a capital was probably really huge, so even the word "city south" seemed a bit petty when used here.
The tall buildings and hanging streets in the night look like many cascading mountains and rivers in the silent light.
In the mountains and rivers, there are people who can't sleep at night, walking around in twos and threes, like a line of ants.
Mei Xiyu looked at it for a while, then withdrew his gaze and said softly: "Isn't this a good thing for the human sword sect?"
Zhong Saoxue glanced at Mei Xiyu and said calmly: "It would be a good thing if your stories are about Shenhe."
Mei Xiyu looked at the sloping platform to the east.
Naturally, the sword cultivator on such a high platform did not come here for Huaidu.
I'm just here for His Majesty.
So it's probably not really a good thing.
Mei Xiyu looked at it for a long time, and then said softly: "Are you really not afraid that His Majesty will come back and kill you all?"
Zhong Saoxue stood quietly for a while, and then said slowly: "Of course I'm afraid, but as disciples of the Human Sword Sect, we naturally have to come here."
"Now everyone in the world knows that Cong Ren actually died in Zhang Xiaoyu's hands."
Zhong Saoxue, who seldom smiled, actually smiled at this time and said: "Yes, the master died in the hands of his junior brother, so Kamigawa can sit back and relax and be freed from all guilt. Why don't you think about it, their master The two brothers have been peacefully guarding the north and the south for nearly a thousand years, and in the end, my master wants to cling to Kamigawa?"
Mei Xiyu quietly looked at the world in the night.
"Of course we have thought about it, but we just can't figure it out. If senior knows, you might as well tell us."
Zhong Saoxue fell silent, and then said softly: "I don't know either."
But I don’t know, I don’t know.
In fact, everyone can guess that such an incident is naturally related to Xuansheyuan.
No matter how good the relationship between the Prime Minister and Cong Ren is, it is impossible for him to drag the entire Xuansheyuan in because of this.
The two of them stood on the street and didn't talk about those things again.
"Actually, for us." Zhong Saoxue looked to the south of Huaidu again and said calmly, "We don't like to see stories like this in Huaidu."
Mei Xiyu looked at the sword cultivator beside him and asked, "Why?"
"Because the swordsman in the world likes to see stability, not turbulence."
Zhong Saoxue said it very calmly and calmly.
Mei Xiyu looked towards the south and said softly: "So you will intervene?"
Zhong Saoxue was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "No, the human sword sect is dead, and we are just some remaining shells."
This sentence may be a bit awkward, but it may be easier to understand if you put it in another way.
"We are not Lingnan." Zhong Saoxue looked quietly at the streets and alleys with stacks of locust trees. "I'm not that keen on the human world. It's just that the white-clothed swordsman sleeping on a certain stream bridge has always had this meaning in the human world. As long as it is stable, naturally it is a stable time, and it is the best time to sleep peacefully."
It's just that that sword cultivator in white was already dead, in the hands of another young sword cultivator in white.
Zhong Saoxue turned to look at Mei Xiyu and said slowly: "So why should we care?"
Mei Xiyu sighed softly and said, "That's true, but what are you doing here, senior?"
Zhong Saoxue said calmly: "Because I have a junior brother named Jiang Ye who told me a story about the snowstorm ten miles outside Nanyi City and about the snowstorm that was about to come but stopped in Bailu."
Mei Xiyu frowned.
Naturally, he had heard the story of the ten-mile snowstorm in Nanyi City, but since he was in the north, he didn't know many of the details.
"The boy who brought the snow to Nanyi City was called Nan Dao, and he is the one who is now in Huaidu."
Zhong Saoxue said softly.
Mei Xiyu's expression gradually became serious. She looked at Zhong Saoxue and said, "Senior, what do you mean?"
Zhong Saoxue said softly: "Xixue Jian Nandao, not many people in the world know this name. Even if they know it, they will probably only think of it as Xixue who came from the East China Sea to ask for a sword. But maybe the people in Nanyi City will know He knew better, so the moment Jiang Ye saw the young man on the oblique platform, he went to find him."
So what exactly is fine snow?
Mei Xiyu seemed to suddenly understand, and suddenly understood why Liu Qinghe told him so solemnly that if he saw the boy trying to let go of the umbrella, he would kill him directly.
"We didn't push him to that point."
Zhong Saoxue said calmly: "You don't have it, it doesn't mean that someone doesn't have it. The Siwu Guards are now all south of Huaidu. Have you ever thought that the purpose of the water in the bottle was never Li Chenghe, the Minister of War, but from the beginning to the end? , they just want that young man to die..."
Mei Xiyu fell silent.
"That's just speculation on your part."
Zhong Saoxue turned around, walked along the hanging streets towards the slanted platform, and said lightly: "Of course it's just my guess. It's just that the Sword Sect in the world was once only one foot away from Fengxue, so we would naturally think More."
Mei Xiyu stood there for a long time. After a long time, the Taoist turned around and headed towards the Heavenly Prison.
In the story of Huaidu, this Taoist from Qingtian Dao can only be regarded as a bystander. He doesn't know what Liu Qinghe and Shui Zaiping are thinking.
Naturally, some things can only become clearer after asking Liu Qinghe.
.......
When Zhu Congwen was walking on the road, he met an unexpected person.
Xu Chunhua.
A small-town girl whose name the scholar still doesn't know holds a stick in her hand and is wandering around the Sophora Capital at night.
Zhu Congwen stood in surprise on the hanging street and looked at the woman below. After a little hesitation, he still called her.
"How will you be here?"
Zhu Congwen looked at Xu Chunhua who raised his head in surprise.
Xu Chunhua was equally surprised when she saw this scholar walking in Huaidu in the middle of the night.
"Why are you here?"
Zhu Congwen's question may be easy for Xu Chunhua to talk about, but Xu Chunhua's question is obviously not.
So the scholar was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "It's nothing, I can't sleep in the middle of the night, so I came out for a walk."
Xu Chunhua said oh and continued to walk on the street with her head lowered and holding the stick.
In fact, Xu Chunhua herself didn't know where she should go to find the Taoist named Mei Xiyu.
But when she saw the young man in Chen He's book standing alone on the hanging street, whispering that he had his sword and his umbrella, she still felt a lot of pity in her heart.
Always give it a try, maybe you can actually find it?
This is probably what Xu Chunhua thinks.
The scholar walked down Xuan Street, ran to Xu Chunhua, and asked seriously: "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"
Xu Chunhua stopped on the street, raised her head and looked at the lights sadly, and said softly: "I want to find someone."
Zhu Congwen was silent for a while and said, "Who are you looking for?"
Xu Chunhua looked back at the scholar for a long time, then shook her head and continued walking forward. "You probably don't know him, but he is a Taoist from Qingtian Dao."
Zhu Congwen was stunned for a moment and said, "Meixi Yumei, the real person?"
Xu Chunhua stopped and looked at the scholar in disbelief.
"how do you know?"
Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Because I have only seen such a Taoist from Qingtian Dao in Huaidu."
There was some light in the eyes of this small-town girl who had come here in despair, as if the lights that were falling on the streets were actually hidden in this girl's eyes.
Xu Chunhua looked at Zhu Congwen in surprise and asked, "Do you know where he is?"
"I....."
Zhu Congwen fell silent after saying such a word. The scholar looked at the light in the woman's eyes for a long time - he didn't know what it meant.
The scholar looked at it for a long time, turned his head, and said softly: "I just met him by chance on the road. I don't know where he lives..."
"Feel sorry."
The light in Xu Chunhua's eyes dimmed again, just like those flashing lights that were drowned by the night as silent as a flat lake.
The small-town girl smiled softly, continued walking forward, and said, "It's okay."
The scholar looked at the back of the small town girl and wanted to follow her, but for some reason, he felt like there was something restraining his feet, preventing him from moving an inch.
Until the figure of the small town girl disappeared on this street.
Zhu Congwen just stood there silently.
...
Liu Qinghe stood quietly in the night.
Mei Xiyu came in a hurry and asked him a question.
"What's under the umbrella of Nandao?"
Liu Qinghe stood under those pear trees with scattered white flowers. Perhaps this was like some gardens with falling snow.
This man, known as Liu Bai Yuan, looked at the pear blossoms and some tiny fruits among the pear blossom branches and leaves, and then said calmly: "It's snow."
Mei Xiyu was not surprised. In fact, when Zhong Saoxue talked about those things with him, he had already guessed that Liu Qinghe must know a lot of things.
The Taoist priest who was practicing Qingxiu by the stream outside the town at the foot of Qingtian Dao Mountain was silent for a while and said, "Is this the ten-mile snowstorm that left no one alive outside Nanyi City?"
Liu Qinghe lowered his head and said calmly: "Yes."
Mei Xiyu looked at Liu Qinghe for a long time, but asked like a question: "How dare you let such a young man come to Huaidu?"
Liu Qinghe glanced at Mei Xiyu and said calmly: "Do you think I asked him to come to Huaidu?"
Mei Xiyu fell silent again.
Liu Qinghe probably never thought about letting that young man come to Huaidu.
It's just that some people think so.
The waiter at the door has water in the bottle.
After a long time, Mei Xiyu asked softly: "Do you know what Shuizi Ping wants to do?"
Liu Qinghe stood there calmly and said slowly: "I really didn't know before, but I probably guessed it now."
Mei Xiyu had some bad premonitions in her heart. Sure enough, the man covered in black robes and stepping on many scattered white flowers said softly: "The hell really can't find the sword cultivator who killed Li Chenghe." At that time, I guessed it.”
Liu Qinghe turned his head and looked to the east, which was where the Siwu Demon Mansion was.
"The purpose of water in the bottle is to kill that young man."
Mei Xiyu said in a deep voice: "Since you know what Shuizi Ping is going to do, you should also know what kind of situation he will force that young man into..."
Liu Qinghe interrupted Mei Xiyu's words and said softly: "It seems that you must have met people from the Human Sword Sect..."
The only ones who can think of so much are probably those sword cultivators who have fallen silent in Huaidu.
"It doesn't matter whether you saw him or not." Mei Xiyu looked at Liu Qinghe forcefully, "The key is, are you really not afraid that that boy will bring Fengxue to Huaidu?"
Liu Qinghe did not pay attention to the tone of this Taoist from Qingtian Dao, and just said lightly: "Unless he is full of water, he really intends to ignore all the rules and kill Nan Dao in the streets of Huaidu. Otherwise, what you think Those things are impossible to happen.”
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "What if he really does this?"
Liu Qinghe crossed the pear courtyard path, stood on the edge of the pear trees, and said lightly: "There are many swordsmen with fast swords in Huaidu."
Mei Xiyu said in a deep voice: "They and Huaidu are not people standing on the same river."
"No, they are." Liu Qinghe calmly turned to look at the Taoist on the path, "The important matter between life and death far exceeds any position."
When Mei Xiyu heard this, he suddenly understood something and silently looked at the tall Heavenly Prison Master for a long time.
"So in fact, for you, the prison master, the life and death of such a young man is actually not important. You only care about whether the water bottle has crossed the line, whether it has touched the bottom line of the heavenly prison, and whether it has become some of His Majesty's human beings. Dark ghosts.”
Mei Xiyu, who has never been regarded as a prison master, now acts like a prison master and you.
Probably quite ironic.
But Liu Qinghe laughed. The tall river demon looked at Mei Xiyu with a slight smile.
"Yes, it's just Mei Xiyu. Why do you think I should care about the life or death of such a young man?"
Mei Xiyu fell silent.
Perhaps at that time, the Heavenly Prison Master, Liu Baiyuan's smile all day long while quietly peeping at the white flowers, gave him the wrong impression.
"Although I have no intention of killing him, I don't mind if he dies like this."
Liu Baiyuan said with a smile, looking at Mei Xiyu like he was looking at white flowers.
