Nan Dao didn't speak, just looked at Liu Qinghe quietly across the low table.
The man was wearing a black robe with gold patterns. If he were sitting with a serious expression, he would probably look like King Kong with an angry look. Liu Qinghe just smiled.
The wine bottle on the table began to simmer with heat.
So the man stood up, walked to the side of the pear tree, looked at the eyebrow-level branches, and calmly picked the last few pear blossoms.
"I heard that you like drinking peach blossom wine."
Liu Qinghe picked pear blossoms and said with a smile: "Actually, sometimes pear blossom wine is also available. You can try it."
Nan Dao's pupils suddenly shrank.
Naturally, it wasn't pear wine that caused such a change in the young man's expression.
But that sentence said that you like to drink peach blossom wine very much.
This means that the prison master in front of him actually knows the young man in front of him, or the young man's past.
Nan Dao looked deeply at the tall man picking pear flowers there.
If everything is known, then Liu Qinghe's ambiguous attitude of pretending not to know is naturally very thought-provoking.
Nan Dao didn't ask Liu Qinghe how he knew he liked to drink peach blossom wine. He just withdrew his gaze and sat there quietly, looking at the wine pot in front of him.
That pot had probably been used to boil tea, so it not only smelled of wine, but also of tea.
If tea can cure hangover, wouldn’t drinking tea with wine make you drunk?
This is probably like having diarrhea after eating anyway, so if I have diarrhea while eating, I will never be exhausted.
Liu Qinghe returned here with the pear blossoms, opened the lid, poured all the pear blossoms in his hand into the pot, and then closed the lid again.
The two continued to sit there facing each other quietly.
"I do not believe."
Nan Dao said calmly.
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said: "So it's not that we don't believe you, it's just that you don't believe that we will believe you."
The boy just said: "There is no reason for this."
"You have a junior brother. He doesn't want to offend you or make you resent many things, so he has lived in Lingnan for a long time and wants to make you a good person."
Liu Qinghe said calmly, looking at the young man in front of him.
"Why can't I do this?"
"It doesn't matter if it's a thin snow sword or a wind-snow sword. If it doesn't fall into the world, I can ignore it."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and then looked deeply at Liu Qinghe.
"Heavenly Hell doesn't seem to be like this."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.
"You are different from them. Everyone is wishful thinking, but you..."
The man raised his head and looked at the sky with emotion, the sky divided by hanging streets and the sky cut off by tall buildings.
"Nan Dao, you are a real possibility."
"So the world is full of fires and wind and rain all day long, but it seems like it has nothing to do with you."
Nan Dao fell silent.
It’s been a long time since anyone from the He clan has been seen.
The people in Heavenly Prison seem to have died down.
It is clear that the world is full of water and fire, but he seems to be separated from all the stories.
It's like a little Lingnan sword cultivator standing by the Nanyi River and thinking about those things.
Liu Qinghe looked at the young man in front of him for a long time.
"So apart from the story of the umbrella, of course you can choose everything else."
Nan Dao was not surprised that Liu Qinghe knew the story under the umbrella.
Compared to myself, I like to drink peach blossom wine.
In fact, not many people in the world know the story of the wind and snow under the umbrella.
"If you are not in the Heavenly Prison, it has nothing to do with me whether you see the head of the Heavenly Works Department or not. But since you are here, I naturally need to ask for your opinion on whether you want to go or not."
Liu Qinghe smiled and said, "I don't want you to hold a grudge against me."
Nan Dao sat there quietly.
The aroma of pear blossom wine gradually spreads.
Some flowers are almost gone and will bear fruit.
Nan Dao looked up at the sparse white flowers, but also thought of the white flowers in his divine sea that were also about to fall.
Of course he could guess why Liu Qinghe would say that he didn't want to bear a grudge against him.
If Qing Yi had some resentment when he was begging in the world, those people probably wouldn't want to be remembered by such a person.
"Head of the Tiangong Department..."
"Song Yingxin, his name is Song Yingxin."
Nan Dao raised his eyes and glanced at Liu Qinghe, who seemed to be very patient, and continued: "Why is Mr. Song interested in me?"
Liu Qinghe looked at the umbrella quietly and said calmly: "Because he is very interested in this scabbard."
Nan Dao raised his head and looked at the umbrella quietly.
This umbrella was made by the young father, the best blacksmith in the East China Sea who had never been heard of in the world. Some people said it was a sword, and some people said it was a scabbard.
But no matter what, the meaning is probably the same - there are only swords without sheaths in the world, but there are no swords without sheaths.
The young man just hid his sword in his body.
Liu Qinghe raised his hand and stretched his fingers on the edge of the young man's umbrella.
Nan Dao still didn't understand what Liu Qinghe meant, so he looked at this scene in surprise. On the dark matte umbrella surface, many originally silent sword intentions seemed to come alive at that moment. Heading towards the fingertips of this Heavenly Prison Lord.
The young man suddenly started up, stood up with an umbrella, stepped back, and looked at the man in front of him in horror.
Naturally, Nan Dao also knew that there was a sword intention on the umbrella.
It's just that it was difficult for a young man to extract the sword intent attached to the umbrella. He could only remove some of the sword intent from Qiu Xi'er.
However, the Heavenly Prison Lord in front of him calmly pulled out those sword intentions.
Nan Dao looked at Liu Qinghe with a shocked face. The young man had not had such an expression for a long time.
"How did you do it?"
Liu Qinghe just sat there with a slight smile, looking at the ancient and sharp sword intent on his fingertips, and said softly: "There is nothing strange. You also know that the Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator, if he is not from one of the major sword cultivators in the world, The land, then the sword is often repaired by the sword-grinding cliff."
This is the Siya directly belonging to the human emperor, one of the Three Swordsmen in the World.
Nan Dao fell silent.
Liu Qinghe didn't pay attention to the young man's surprise, but quietly looked at the sword intention on his fingertips.
"The sword is there, and so is the umbrella. It's just how the blacksmith cast such a thing together..."
Liu Qinghe looked at Nandao.
"This is probably something that the world doesn't understand. It's natural that Song Yingxin would be curious."
Nan Dao stood on the path of the Lihua Courtyard for a long time.
Liu Qinghe looked at it for a long time, and then crushed the sword intent on his fingertips - this scene also horrified the young man.
The wine on the low table has been cooked. If it continues to cook, it will probably burn your mouth.
Liu Qinghe, who casually crushed the sword intention, lifted the wine pot from the stove, turned over the tea bowl, and poured a bowl for each of them.
The young man was silent for a long time, then returned and sat down.
Lihua boiled wine may indeed have a different flavor.
It's just that the young man didn't want to taste it.
In the past, he always thought that he was mysterious enough.
It wasn't until he appeared in this courtyard that he realized that he had actually hidden nothing.
The young man did not drink. After all, he was holding an umbrella in one hand. If he had to use another hand to drink, he would have no hand to hold the sword.
Perhaps as Cao Weiying said, if you drink too much, you will have more hands.
But things like drunkenness need to be brewed.
Liu Qinghe didn't pay attention, he just finished his bowl of wine calmly, then put the bowl back on the table, stood up, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.
"You decide whether to go or not."
Nan Dao didn't speak, just sat there for a long time.
It wasn't until the large black robe disappeared at the end of the falling pear blossoms that the young man slowly picked up the wine in front of him and drank quietly.
The story is never confusing.
Some people always tell many truths sincerely.
But the young man understood in his heart.
Everything is naturally planned.
Then Liu Qinghe, or Le Chaotian who stayed in Lingnan, or the swordsman in white who woke up from a dream on the creek bridge at the beginning of all the stories and reminded himself to hold the umbrella tightly.
What are they planning?
No one answered the question in the boy's mind.
Just many white flowers falling quietly.
The same goes for those in the Divine Sea.
...
You Chunshan couldn't remember how he walked into the house filled with many weird appliances.
If Chen He were here, he would find that the key components of the Tianyan car that he was proud of were gathering dust in the corner.
In addition to the middle-aged man with lenses on his eyes who first opened the door for him, there was also a very serious old man sitting in the room.
Maybe the two of them were arguing about something just now.
There is a table next to the window covered with messy drawings.
The middle-aged man who first opened the door for him walked out after You Chunshan walked in, pacing in the yard as if to calm down his emotions.
You Chunshan then looked at the serious old man with some anxiety.
To a certain extent, quarreling is not necessarily a bad thing.
At least it shows that the two people in the room, like him, are worldly people, not practitioners.
Practitioners rarely have such heated arguments.
After all, you can do it with as little force as possible.
It's just that You Chunshan is still a little nervous. After all, he is not a big monster from the south who has been drinking for a thousand years, went to see a doctor, and found out that he had alcoholic jaundice, but didn't take it seriously.
He is really sick and will die.
"grown ups...."
You Chunshan didn't know whether he should call him "sir" or "doctor". Of course, "doctor" could also be "doctor".
"Sit down."
The old man still looked serious.
You Chunshan shut his mouth, sat down next to him, and then consciously stretched out his hand.
The old man didn't feel his pulse, he just sat there and looked at him for a long time.
Although You Chunshan didn't know what he was doing, he still sat there honestly.
After a long time, the old man glanced at the table aside and took out a small pillow from behind.
"Put your hand up."
You Chunshan obediently obeyed.
The yard was very peaceful.
Apart from the footsteps of the middle-aged man outside, the only sound was You Chunshan's own breathing and heartbeat.
The heart of this young man from Donghai was beating very fast. Looking at the old man in front of him, he actually wanted to ask himself what the problem was, but looking at his frowning expression, he didn't dare to speak.
After a long time, the old man, who was probably the doctor, finally withdrew his hand. Just when You Chunshan was about to ask, the old man suddenly stood up and walked toward the door, then closed the door.
The two of them might be talking about something outside the door.
You Chunshan was so nervous that his ears were ringing, but he still couldn't hear anything clearly.
After a long time, the door was reopened.
The person who came in turned into that middle-aged man.
This should be the head of the Tiangong Department?
You Chunshan looked at the man nervously.
From the moment His Majesty Qingtian Dao gave him a sword of sword intention as a certificate, You Chunshan realized that the problem with him might be really big.
Song Yingxin sat back at the table and looked at You Chunshan quietly for a long time. The meaning in his eyes was very complicated.
You Chunshan stuttered a little when he saw him.
"Big... big... sir..."
Song Yingxin looked at You Chunshan for a long time, and then said softly: "You have cold bone disease."
You Chunshan looked at Song Yingxin with a confused expression. He had never heard of the name Cold Bone Syndrome and didn't know what it meant.
"What is Cold Bone Syndrome?"
Song Yingxin may also be a little hesitant.
But the old man who had gone out before walked in and found some case files from somewhere. He looked at them while walking, glanced at the appearance of the two of them, and said calmly: "In the future, you will slowly take control. Unable to control his body, his limbs would first become weak, then slowly shrink, and finally he would die of respiratory failure."
There was a bang in You Chunshan's head, he knocked over his stool and stood up, looking around at the two of them at a loss.
"Then...how should we treat it?"
The old man looked through the thick medical books and said calmly: "There is no cure. You have now entered the disease stage, and you can only wait to die slowly."
The old man's words were very cold.
Perhaps because he is used to seeing life and death, the tone of the human doctor is always calm and calm.
Song Yingxin may have felt that the old man's tone was too cold, so he glanced at him. The old man was just looking at the case file.
You Chunshan said in a panic: "Is there a doctor who can treat it in other places in Huaidu?"
Song Yingxin said slowly: "He is the best doctor in Huaidu, Bai Shu."
You Chunshan fell silent suddenly, but suddenly remembered something again. Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, he still asked with a glimmer of hope: "But His Majesty cannot let me come here for no reason..."
Song Yingxin fell silent.
Even Baizhu, who was flipping through medical books at the side, stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at this young man from the East China Sea quietly.
You Chunshan looked at the two of them with some confusion.
After a long time, Bai Shu put the medical book in his hand on the desk, turned around and walked out of the door.
"You decide."
Song Yingxin sat there quietly. After a long time, the head of the Tiangong Department stood up, looked at You Chunshan and said calmly: "You come with me."
You Chunshan stood up with a cold body, looked at the man heading out of the door, and hurriedly chased after him. Perhaps it was because of the water vapor in the Tiangong Department, but You Chunshan fell again for no reason and stood up. By the time he arrived, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and he followed the man in a panic.
This is a path leading to the back of the yard.
There is a door at the end of the path, leading to nowhere.
You Chunshan felt that that might be the door to his destiny.
The door opened, but there was nothing behind it, just a road continuing downwards.
You Chunshan followed Song Yingxin forward in silence.
The water mist is steaming all the way, and I don't know where it will lead.
The two of them walked for a long time and finally stopped at a man-made cliff.
There is no road ahead, and there is still a high distance from the government buildings that Yu Chaoyun described as stoves.
Song Yingxin stopped there, and then looked at everything below quietly.
This young man from the East China Sea stood there in a daze. There were red lights everywhere and dull mechanical sounds, like some mountain fire that was accumulating power and might burst out at any time.
It seemed that one moment I was still in a secular, human story, and the next moment, everything became fantasy.
After a long time, You Chunshan looked at the head of the Tiangong Department standing in front and said softly: "Why did you bring me here?"
Song Yingxin turned around, glanced at the young man behind him, then turned back and said slowly: "Do you know the Taoist Saint's "Supplementary Records of the Human World"?"
Compared with the "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox" that everyone in the world knows, "The Collection of Supplementary Records of the Human World" may indeed not be very well-known to the world.
You Chunshan thought seriously for a long time, shook his head, and said blankly: "I don't know."
Perhaps he couldn't understand why such a head of the Tiangong Department, who represented the height of the world, suddenly mentioned the Taoist scrolls in the world of cultivation.
Song Yingxin stood there and said softly: "That is the last Taoist scripture left by Hangu Temple to the world. It contains many records about the Taoism."
You Chunshan stood there in complete confusion, not knowing what this meant.
Song Yingxin looked quietly into the distance.
You Chunshan followed his gaze and discovered that there was a faint cliff in the distance where the mist was steaming. There seemed to be many extremely secret things hidden on the cliff.
So there is no human road leading there.
In other words, the road was hidden - You Chunshan vaguely saw some iron ropes in the mist.
"Tiangong Division cracked one of the pages."
Song Yingxin said softly and pressed on a raised stone somewhere nearby.
A loud and dull sound sounded outside the cliff.
Just as You Chunshan imagined, countless iron cables tightened, lifting a silent hanging road to the edge of the cliff.
The young man from Donghai listened to those vague narratives and still didn't understand what the head of the Tiangong Division in front of him wanted to say.
Song Yingxin just turned around amid those dull voices, looked at You Chunshan quietly, and spoke slowly as if word for word.
"The way to rescue lies on the other side."
You Chunshan suddenly opened his eyes wide. At this moment, he finally remembered what the man in front of him said to him when he stepped into the courtyard.
"Do you want to become an immortal?"
Before the emergence of the Twelfth Floor, the world had never had the concept of immortality.
Maybe someone said it was a mountain man.
Maybe some people say that they are crazy.
You Chunshan didn't know what it was, but he sincerely believed that the head of the Tiangong Department in front of him was probably crazy.
You Chunshan stared blankly at the secular middle-aged man in front of him.
After a long time, he finally said, "Then why don't you go?"
Song Yingxin was very calm.
"We just have speculations about those things, but no evidence. Moreover, I am not sick, and I still have a way forward. But you don't."
The head of the Tiangong Department turned around and walked back the way he came.
"Perhaps this is why His Majesty asked you to come here."
"Go over there and Baizhu will help you."
Song Yingxin stopped halfway, looked back at You Chunshan who was standing there hesitantly, and then looked past him at the misty mist in the distance - that may not be steaming water vapor.
"If the immortal defined by the world can be accurately explained, then it is You Chunshan."
"You may be the first immortal in the world."
"Of course, it might be nothing and just die on the other side."
