The young man's words fell to the ground loudly, and both Mei Xiyu and Jiang Ye fell silent in those words.
It's just that the Siwu demon guards and demon cultivators didn't seem to understand the meaning of such a sentence, and they still came towards the hanging street blocked by Jiang Ye.
Jiang Ye looked at the boy in silence for a long time.
After a long silence, the sword finally fell towards the young man.
The young man looked at the sword quietly and calmly lowered the umbrella in his hand.
The sound of the sword was sonorous, and the sword fire flashed away, just like a firework that bloomed and quickly extinguished above the hanging street.
The Sleepless Sword bounced away - this sword was not very fast and had no sword intent. Like just a warning.
The young man quietly looked at the sword that fell again.
The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator from the Human Sword Sect just looked at the young man quietly, raised his hand to pinch the sword technique, and the other green vegetable turned back, dragging the sword light with the sword intent, shuttling like a silver fish. Above the hanging street.
When Mei Xiyu saw this scene, she raised her eyebrows.
This is no longer the sword in the hand, but a certain sword move of the sword.
When he was in Lingnan, Mei Xiyu had personally experienced such a sword - or many swords.
That is the story of the white plum rain and the chaotic red swing.
Luan Hong flew across the swing.
As the sword formula took shape, countless sword intentions spilled onto the long street of the world.
The Siwu Demon Guards and Demon Cultivators were forced to retreat with horrified expressions when faced with such a sword style from Mojian Cliff.
Countless reds in the world are flying away in the night.
Those demon cultivators may have finally realized that unless a Dao cultivator comes, they really can't get past such a sword cultivator to kill the boy under the umbrella.
only.
As everyone knows.
If tonight's story ends in vain, their disciple, Lord Attendant, may be completely defeated by Heavenly Prison.
Facing such a sword technique, those demon cultivators, after a brief silence, seemed to be desperate for their lives, and went straight through the chaotic red sword intent, heading towards the hanging street.
Jiang Ye didn't pay attention to the demon cultivators rushing behind him, and just looked at the young man in front of him for a long time.
Nan Dao didn't look at Jiang Ye or Yao Xiu. His eyes dropped downward and stopped at the entrance of the alley.
Amidst the sounds of the chaotic red sword intent that passed through many demon cultivators, the young man asked slowly: "Isn't it enough?"
Mei Xiyu finally walked out of the alley and stood quietly on the long street, looking at the corpses of the great demons that were chopped to pieces by the sword and fell towards the long street.
"I have no idea."
The Taoist thought for a while and said something else.
"Maybe it's enough."
The young man did not let go of the umbrella in his hand. I just sat down on the hanging street in despair.
"Actually, I know that none of you have ever believed me."
Nan Dao sat there cross-legged, putting Taohua and Yiaozhou together, wiping the demon blood on them in his arms.
"What junior brother said at the beginning was indeed right."
The young man quietly wiped the blood on his sword and looked up at Jiang Ye.
"Life is naturally a place of loneliness."
Jiang Ye said nothing, dispersed his sword intent, recalled the two swords of Bu Mian and Qing Cai, put them into their sheaths together, then turned around and headed down the hanging street.
This nine-level sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect stopped when he passed by Mei Xiyu, looked at him for a long time, and then said calmly: "Tell Liu Qinghe that before Shenhe comes back, it is impossible for the Human Sword Sect to leave Huaidu. .”
Mei Xiyu said softly: "Okay."
The sword cultivator walked away with demon blood on the ground.
The Taoist quietly watched Jiang Ye's back leave, and then walked towards the hanging street.
The young man was still wiping the blood on his sword. He had no other emotions and just sat there calmly.
Mei Xiyu stopped by the guardrail and looked down at the scattered corpses everywhere.
The sword style from Mojian Cliff is naturally powerful.
At this time, the streets and alleys were filled with deathly silence.
Some people in the distance seemed to be opening their windows nervously, looking fearfully at the silent world. When they caught a glimpse of the Taoist and the young man above the street, they hurriedly closed the windows tightly.
"If Jiang Ye hadn't come..."
The young man sitting there stopped wiping the blood and looked at the Taoist and suddenly asked.
"Are you going to help me, or are you going to kill me?"
Mei Xiyu glanced back at the young man, then turned back. After a long silence, he slowly said: "I don't know, it's possible. Just like you said yourself, we have never believed you."
The Taoist man quietly looked at the frightened figures behind some human windows, and listened to the whispers that finally became clear in the silence.
"In other words, the price of trusting you is heavy, but killing you is not necessary."
Nan Dao calmly wiped away the blood on the sword, then put the sword into its sheath and said slowly: "Yes."
The young man sat there quietly, thought for a long time, and continued: "When you say this, it seems that the reason why the Lord Attendant wants to kill me has become clear."
When Mei Xiyu heard such words, she narrowed her eyes and looked at the Siwu Demon Mansion from a distance, which was motionless tonight.
After a long time, the Taoist said slowly: "Maybe so."
The Taoist turned around, leaned on the bloody guardrail of the hanging street, and looked at the young man sitting in a pool of blood.
"I know you don't want to accept it, but you have to admit that the reason why you survived tonight is not because of me or because of Heavenly Prison. It's because of the Sword Sect on Earth - not just Jiang Ye who came here."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time and said softly: "So in the Siwu Demon Mansion, the Lord Attendant is probably chatting with a certain Sword Sect disciple."
"Yes."
...
Shan Zhaoshui stood quietly in the Siwufang, holding the sword of Qingshan Zhaoshui, leaning against the courtyard wall, with a face that has not been damaged by the years and some just right white hair on the temples, if it is the spring breeze supporting the willows A spring day will probably make many girls in the world feel in love with spring.
Unfortunately, it was late at night in Siwufang in May, so there was no young girl in love, but there was a great human monster coming across the long street.
Shui Zai Ping stopped next to Shan Zhaoshui, looked up at the tall buildings in the night on earth, and said softly: "I thought the sword sect in the world would not get involved in such a story."
Shan Zhaoshui turned his head and glanced at the great human demon of the Siwu Demon Mansion in Huaidu. He smiled softly and said, "In the final analysis, we are still different from you. We do feel guilty about what happened in Lingnan."
Shui Zaiping stood there quietly and said calmly: "Same, I will feel guilty too."
Shan Zhaoshui didn't ask why he did it even though he knew he felt guilty.
Because the human sword sect is actually the same.
If you ask this question, it will eventually fall back on you.
The two stood there quietly, one holding his sword and leaning against the wall, the other looking at the night sky with his hands behind his back.
There was no tense atmosphere, just like two passers-by who met by chance on an ordinary night and started chatting about something.
Shui Zaiping suddenly lowered his head and looked at Shan Zhaoshui who was standing there.
"Do you believe that boy like this?"
When Shan Zhaoshui heard this question, he remained silent. He looked down at the sword in his arms, as if he was reminded of the young man who calmly took the sword by the stream at the foot of the green mountain somewhere in Bailu.
After a long time, the swordsman who had lost none of his handsomeness with age said softly: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not..."
Shan Zhaoshui sighed.
"There is no reason in the world to kill him even though we know he is not wrong."
Shui Zaiping was not moved by Shan Zhaoshui's words. He just turned his head and said lightly: "Why not?"
Shan Zhaoshui did not refute, but said calmly: "You think it can happen, I think it can't happen, both are naturally possible."
So in the story after the death of a certain Minister of the Ministry of War, Tian Yu chose to stand still and turned a blind eye, and a certain demon house had to stand up.
It's just that he probably ignored such a sword sect that should have been watched by the Heavenly Prison.
The human sword sect and the young man are naturally in the same boat.
It's just that the attitude of such a sword sect in the human world is often ambiguous.
Just like a sword cultivator who has slept on the Peach Blossom Stream Bridge for a thousand years - no one knows what he is thinking. Maybe he is dreaming about spring and autumn dreams as the Prime Minister said, or maybe he is like himself and As Kamigawa said, he was a human being but not a dream, and there was nothing he couldn't do, so he just slept in boredom like the rest of the world.
Even if that sword cultivator dies, he will die in a way that no one can understand.
They didn't know what he was going to do.
Shui Zaiping didn't say anything, he just looked at the night sky south of Huaidu for a long time. Maybe there was some sword light, maybe there was some demonic power, but in this vast capital city, it was probably as far away as a spark of fire.
"Are you still looking over there?"
Shan Zhaoshui looked at the water bottle and asked.
Shui Zaiping said calmly: "If you were the only Sword Sect disciple in Huaidu, I would not only watch over there, but I might even go there myself."
It's a pity that Shan Zhaoshui is not the only one in Huaidu.
There are many disciples of the Human Sword Sect on the slanting platform, waiting for an answer from a certain human emperor.
The meaning of the saying "water in a bottle" is naturally obvious.
Shan Zhaoshui, who is a six-fold sword cultivator, is no match for him.
It's a pity that Huaidu doesn't only have this sword named Shan Zhaoshui.
Shan Zhaoshui smiled softly and said, "If I was the only one in Huaidu, I would not come to Siwu Demon Mansion."
The two stood there for a long time, saying nothing.
When certain decisions on the oblique platform became an established fact, many of the thoughts of the Lord Attendant naturally came to nothing.
"Speaking of which, in fact, it's not just that young man who has some accounts to settle with the Lord Attendant, but also the Human Sword Sect."
Shan Zhaoshui looked at the water in the bottle and spoke slowly.
Shui Zaiping raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to talk about the battle in Nanyi City last March?"
Shan Zhaoshui said calmly: "Yes. At that time, some disciples of the Sword Sect died, and 70,000 sword cultivators died in Lingnan."
Shui Zaiping just said lightly: "You senior brothers may not have no responsibilities."
Shan Zhaoshui said slowly: "That is a war in the human world. It should be Huaidu who takes action first. Unless Huaidu is really unable to handle it, it will be the cultivation world's turn."
"At that time, the goddess returned to the world..."
"We don't know."
Shan Zhaoshui interrupted Shui Zaiping's words and said slowly: "We don't know, Mr. Shizhong, that the Nanyi City Heavenly Prison once sent the story of the south to Huaidu, but it was not given to us."
Shuizi Ping laughed softly and said: "Yes, Huaidu didn't take any action, but we naturally have our own excuses - for example, when 300,000 Qingjia left Nanyi City and went deeper north, Huaidu had no choice but to respond. Be on guard. In fact, 300,000 Qingjia do have such an idea. They secretly came from the East China Sea and planned to attack Huaidu. It doesn’t matter what I think. As long as the mountains follow the water, Huaidu will have Such a reason is enough."
Shan Zhaoshui fell silent.
After a long time, the swordsman finally said slowly: "It makes sense."
It does make sense.
Naturally, only the Human Sword Sect is resentful about that story.
When the world first learned that 300,000 Qingjia had unexpectedly attacked Huaidu, some of their original doubts were silenced.
So even if Shui Zai Ping's intention is indeed to reduce the power of the Southern Sword Sect, the world has nothing to say.
Shan Zhaoshui stood leaning against the alley wall for a long time, then looked at the water in the bottle and suddenly asked a question.
"What is your relationship with Shanheguan Li Shi?"
Shan Zhaoshui's suspicion was certainly not unreasonable.
Amidst these chaos in the human world, all decisions made by Huaidu appear extremely suspicious.
During the time when Kamigawa disappeared from the human world, those decisions were naturally made by the big demon in white in front of him.
But Shui Zaiping just said calmly: "It doesn't matter, if I catch him, I will kill him too."
Shan Zhaoshui looked at the water in the bottle quietly for a long time and did not continue to ask.
Shui Zaiping sighed softly and said slowly: "I think His Majesty is a little merciful."
After Shan Zhaoshui heard such words, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the south of the world.
The sword cultivator may have suddenly understood where the many questionable attitudes of such a servant from Huaido Sect came from.
In the previous dynasty of Huaian, the third emperor was the Huai Emperor who once smashed the Styx.
When he was in Nanyi City, Yunhu listened to the rumors in the world and once speculated whether the world was in such chaos because His Majesty wanted to use it to burn away the dirt and hidden dangers in the world.
The minister rejected his idea.
Because Kamigawa would not be such a person.
Just not Kamigawa.
Doesn't mean others aren't.
Shan Zhaoshui looked at the south quietly for a long time, then turned back and looked at the calm-looking white-clothed demon in front of him with a sigh.
"Oh I see."
Sometimes it may not be His Majesty who makes decisions in Dafeng Dynasty.
It can also be water in a bottle.
As a servant above the court, equivalent to Huang Liang Zaifu, he naturally has enough power to decide the direction of the world.
Shan Zhaoshui sighed in regret for a long time, and then continued: "So you are indeed a little anxious about tonight's story."
Shui Zaiping said calmly: "Yes, His Majesty will be back soon. If you don't do some things, you may not have a chance in the future."
The waiter in white looked quietly at the high-rise buildings in the night sky to the south of Sophora Capital, where even the sparks had fallen silent, then turned and headed towards the Demon Mansion.
"Don't think the story is over."
Walking quietly down the long street with water in the bottle.
"That boy under the umbrella..."
The bottle of water stopped in the middle of the street. He looked back at the mountains and the water, with a chill in his voice.
"I can't let him go."
Shan Zhaoshui frowned, looked at the water in the bottle and said in a deep voice, "Why do you have to push people to a dead end?"
Shui Zaiping just said lightly: "It's still the same sentence at the beginning. You may believe him, but I don't believe it. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and there is no need in the world to put oneself under danger at any time because of so-called kindness. In a situation that may lead to overthrow. Compared to the so-called Human Saint Chapter 19, people like Li Shi are far less threatening to me than that young man."
The Lord Attendant walked forward until he stopped in front of the mansion in the dark night.
"If it weren't for Liu Qinghe in Huaidu, that boy wouldn't be alive today."
The door slowly opened and closed again.
Shan Zhaoshui stood there for a long time, looking at the mansion and frowning and thinking for a long time.
So what kind of backhand does this Lord Attendant have hiding?
...
The story in the night has settled.
Fine snow fell quietly on the hanging street.
Nan Dao sat under the umbrella and adjusted his breathing quietly.
There were many rustling sounds in the distance.
The young man turned his head and looked over the edge of the umbrella.
They are many people from heaven and hell wearing dark robes in dark robes.
These should have appeared in the story long ago, but the jailers who arrived belatedly walked quietly through the streets.
Naturally, it is impossible to leave such a battle until tomorrow, and wait until everyone sees the blood before cleaning up.
The people of the world who are secretly peeping through the windows will naturally spread certain things to the world, instead of letting Huaidu tell the world like a broken battlefield.
Mei Xiyu stood there quietly, and the Taoist never left.
Just like the question Nan Dao asked.
Some things are enough.
Of course, Mei Xiyu will not leave just like Jiang Ye. After all, whether Siwu Demon Mansion has other arrangements is unknown.
Some people were packing up the things left behind by the battle, while others were walking towards the overhanging street through the fine snow that had been blown away by the wind.
When Nan Dao saw this scene, he frowned, and the Parrot Island behind him seemed to be unsheathed.
"What does it mean?"
Mei Xiyu calmly looked at the black-robed Heavenly Prisoners coming towards Xuanjie, and said slowly: "When these monsters appear tonight, you must admit that for you now, Heavenly Prison is The safest place."
Nan Dao stood up on the hanging street and looked at the Taoist in front of him for a long time.
After a long time, the young man said slowly: "I can't trust Liu Qinghe."
Mei Xiyu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I can't trust him either, but you can trust Qingtian Dao."
Nan Dao frowned at Mei Xiyu and said, "What do you mean?"
Mei Xiyu said calmly: "I may be the next generation of Qingtian Taoist temple leader, so it means that in this story, Qingtian Taoist temple will stand behind you."
This may be a sign of great sincerity.
Although the young man really wanted to believe the Taoist priest in front of him, but looking at the Heavenly Prisoners getting closer and closer to this hanging street, Nan Dao still raised his hand to hold the Peach Blossom Sword behind him.
It's just that Nan Dao is not Jiang Ye's opponent yet, and naturally it is even less likely to be the opponent of this Taoist from the fourth level of the avenue.
The blue-black sword was covered with fine snow, but it seemed to be condensed by the fine snow. It was embedded in the scabbard and could not come out at all.
"Drawing your sword will do you no good."
Mei Xiyu looked at Nandao quietly. The wind blowing slightly on the hanging street made the Qingtian Taoist robes flutter.
"When the sword is unsheathed, the world will know many stories, Nan Dao."
Nan Dao stood silently on the hanging street, looking at the Taoist in front of him for a long time, and then slowly let go of his hand.
