Xu Chunhua walked out of the alley early in the morning, preparing to go to the restaurant to work.
In front of the restaurant not far away that had been trying to lure Chen He to eat hot pot, many people were holding some steamed buns and chatting there.
It is probably not easy to be able to think of such a name calmly.
Xu Chunhua didn't want to dwell on what she could or couldn't let go of. She just glanced at it and walked through the door of the restaurant.
After walking not far, the small town girl came back in surprise and stood near the chatting crowd, listening to some news in disbelief.
The world has indeed changed.
When Xu Chunhua paused for a long time and finally determined that the story that should have come naturally had changed overnight, her face instantly turned pale.
It turns out that the young man in Chen He's book is from the twelfth floor?
Xu Chunhua stood there in panic, thinking at a loss.
Of course, that's not the point of those stories.
The point is - such a young man is now in hell.
Even a small-town girl like Xu Chunhua, who didn't know much about many things in the human world and the spiritual world, understood the young man's situation at that moment.
After being stunned for a long time, Xu Chunhua didn't stop any longer, turned around and walked quickly towards the long streets.
She was going to Siwufang to ask Mei Xiyu whether it was true or false.
.......
Liu Qinghe stood quietly at an alley near Heavenly Prison.
Perhaps due to the influence of Heavenly Prison, the tone of these nearby alleys is also deep, perhaps a bit like Liu Qinghe - the expression of the northern dispatcher Yu Dan next to Liu Qinghe.
It was very gloomy, like a rainy night, and then the face was covered with moss.
Probably anyone who sees such a look will be silent for a moment, then lower their head and leave in a hurry.
Yu Dan's face was very ugly.
But Liu Qinghe was still calm, like a traveler walking on the road who stopped quietly and looked into the distance. Just missing some of the usual smiles.
The buzz around Heavenly Prison was very light. People only mentioned it occasionally, and then it turned into a story about communicating with eyes.
But it's still noisy.
Even though it is now the time of the Maochen Heavenly Prison, the voices in the crowd are still as noisy as the wind blowing in the pine forest, going straight up the tall buildings.
"What a fine gentleman."
Yu Dan said with a gloomy expression.
Those stories were first spread from the mouths of the demon clansmen in the Siwu Demon Mansion.
Then, in an extremely fast time, it spread throughout the entire Sophora Capital - it is undeniable that the Siwu Demon Mansion still has the power to control the Sophora Capital.
This reminded Liu Qinghe subconsciously of a story in Shanyue City.
The story told by a certain swordsman in white was as fast and violent as the current story. In an instant, it ignited the mountain fire in the entire south.
Liu Qinghe stood there quietly and said calmly: "After all, he is the master of the Siwu Demon Mansion. If he is suppressed by the Heaven Prison so easily, how can he get a place among the three rulers of Huaidu?"
Liu Qinghe spoke calmly, but Yu Dan beside him was still a little angry.
The story of the Siwu Demon Mansion was naturally extremely heavy not only for a certain young man.
Likewise, this is also an extremely heavy blow to Heavenly Prison.
Although the world knows that Heavenly Prison is extremely disgusting, there has been no real words to slander Heavenly Prison for thousands of years. This is because Heavenly Prison really treats everyone in the world without mercy.
As the saying goes, we don’t worry about scarcity but inequality.
Once such a news is confirmed - or in other words, it is a fact.
Yu Dan could hardly imagine how much verbal and written criticism the many heavenly prisons in Huai'an would face.
This is naturally an irreversible damage to the credibility of Heavenly Prison.
As a dispatcher in the north, Yu Dan also faces extremely heavy pressure in such a story.
He raised his head and looked at Liu Qinghe beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Then what should we do now, Prison Master?"
Liu Qinghe stood at the entrance of the alley and squinted his eyes quietly watching the pedestrians coming and going. After a long time, he said calmly: "It's very simple..."
"Deny it."
This is of course the simplest way.
He refused to let go until the sound of the wind fell silent.
Yu Dan was silent for a while and said with some hesitation: "It's just that since the Siwu Demon Mansion dares to release such news, it may have some extremely critical evidence in its hands."
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Then let's wait until he really releases the evidence, and let the people from Tianyu tell us whether Tianyu knows the twelfth floor better, or he, the Siwu Demon Mansion, knows the twelfth floor better. "
Yu Dan thought for a while and said slowly: "Okay."
Liu Qinghe took a few steps towards Heavenly Prison, then looked back at Yu Dan.
"That one is called Xu..."
"Xu Yiyuan."
"Has the evidence of his collusion with the Siwu Demon Mansion been found?"
Yu Dan nodded.
Liu Qinghe's usual smile appeared on his face again.
The man in a large black robe with gold patterns smiled slightly.
"Similarly release it, first remove Nandao from Li Chenghe's death. Then let the world think about whether it is the uncertain news about the Twelfth Floor that is more worth reading, or the death of the Minister of War in Huaidu. .”
"My subordinate understands."
Liu Qinghe nodded and headed towards Heavenly Prison.
...
Zhu Congwen is ready to be interrogated again today.
The scholar had breakfast early and then sat down on the stone steps at the corner of the alley.
It's just that the scholar waited for a long time today and didn't see anyone from Dali Temple or the Ministry of Punishment coming.
This surprised him quite a bit.
The scholar even ran to the alley several times, looking around with his hands behind his back, as if he were looking for a husband.
It's a pity that I still didn't see those people from Dali Temple coming.
Zhu Congwen paced back to the alley suspiciously, sitting there puzzled.
Could it be that Heavenly Prison really acted so quickly, and in one night, it had controlled the Siwu Demon Mansion and arrested the Lord Attendant?
But it shouldn't be. If Shui Zaiping really collapsed overnight, he should be implicated, and the people from Dali Temple should come faster.
The scholar became a little panicked when he thought of this.
He didn't know what was going on.
Anyway, today seems extremely weird.
While Zhu Congwen was lost in thought, some footsteps came from the alley.
The person who I thought was coming to interrogate him from Dali Temple finally arrived late, but when the scholar looked up, he saw Gu Xiaoer with a frown on his face.
When Zhu Congwen saw Gu Xiaoer early in the morning, which was a good time to eat noodles, he realized that the story of Huaidu might have really changed.
The scholar couldn't hold himself back any longer. He stood up and looked at Gu Xiaoer and asked hurriedly: "Brother Gu, why are you here now?"
Gu Xiaoer was silent for a while, and then said softly: "There is good news, and there is bad news."
Zhu Congwen thought to himself, why do you care so much at this time?
"What's the bad news?"
Gu Xiaoer sat down next to Zhu Congwen and sighed: "The Siwu Demon Mansion began to fight back, and the trend of public opinion in the world instantly reversed."
Zhu Congwen stood there a little blankly. After a while, he asked: "What about the good news?"
Gu Xiaoer turned to look at Zhu Congwen, remained silent for a while, and said, "This is the same."
Even though he was a scholar, his head was confused for a long time at this moment, and then he realized that there was only one news. For the world, it was bad news, but for Zhu Congwen, it was indeed good news.
At least the decline of the Siwu Demon Mansion has stopped, which means that Dali Temple really does not dare to interrogate scholars casually anymore.
Zhu Congwen sat there blankly for a long time before finally coming back to his senses and looking at Gu Xiaoer with confusion.
"So what happened?"
Gu Xiaoer said melancholy: "Heaven Prison is a little sad now, because the young man that Siwu Demon Mansion wanted to kill was from the twelfth floor, and now he is in Heaven Prison and is hidden by Heaven Prison. You It should be clear what that means.”
Zhu Congwen was stunned again.
Even though he thought about many possibilities when he couldn't sleep at night, he never thought it would be such a story.
It turned out that the young swordsman who was sweeping fallen leaves in Xuanxu Courtyard and eating noodles with him in the noodle shop was actually from the twelfth floor?
Zhu Congwen was really confused this time.
The thoughts in his head were in chaos, but for a moment, he didn't know what he should say.
After a long time, the scholar looked at Gu Xiaoer.
"Is this true, or is it just false information?"
Gu Xiaoer sighed and said: "It doesn't matter whether it is groundless or not. On the way here, I heard people on the road talking about this matter - this was still the Maochen period, the period of the Heavenly Prison. , one can imagine how much pressure there is on the Heavenly Prison today."
Coming through the alley early in the morning, I blew the wind for a long time at the scholar sitting there.
The scholar's thoughts gradually calmed down. He pondered for a long time and said slowly: "Of course it is important, Brother Gu. If it is just some groundless news, I guess it is impossible for the Heavenly Prison to admit such a thing. Since they have made up their mind If you are determined to move your lord, you can't let these news take the spotlight."
Gu Xiaoer took a deep breath, looked at Zhu Congwen, and said slowly: "Is that true?"
Zhu Congwen was silent for a while and said softly: "If nothing else happens, it will be like this."
Gu Xiaoer stood up and walked out of the alley.
"where you go?"
Zhu Congwen looked at him from behind and asked.
Gu Xiaoer said without looking back: "Go to the Heavenly Prison to get some news."
Zhu Congwen said nothing more and sat there quietly, just thinking that probably no one from Dali Temple would come today. The scholar stood up again, walked deeper into the alley, and finally sat down in front of the small courtyard. .
The scholar's expression was very complicated.
This is of course not the original intention of Shi Shi Ruyi.
Even if he was thinking about it, what if the Lord Attendant was real?
But for Zhu Congwen, he would rather believe that the Lord Attendant will fall, and then pity him that he is indeed true and loyal to His Majesty.
I don't want to see him really turn over.
Such loyalty is undoubtedly frightening.
Those mountain fires that are ignited in the human world are all saying this truth.
If this is really the case.
The scholar was silent and took out a piece of uneaten persimmon from his arms.
Thinking very sincerely.
Then don't get your wish.
...
Yu Qingnian, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, the Prime Minister of Dali Temple and others sat in rows in the office of Dali Temple.
Scholars are naturally not the only ones who want everything to go well.
Of course it would be hard for a Si Ya caught in the middle.
The status of Dali Temple in Huaidu is naturally very important, but that also depends on who you are facing.
Even though Dali Temple also has some rights to one of the Three Rules, it is still somewhat difficult to move between the stories of Heavenly Prison and Siwu Demon Mansion.
The story started to reverse overnight, and they couldn't help but stop all their actions.
What if nothing happens to the Siwu Demon Mansion in the end?
Dali Temple will naturally not have an easy time in the future.
Yu Qingnian looked at the persimmon in his hand, then glanced at the one in Dali Temple Shaoqing's hand, then threw his own to him and took the one from his hand.
This move made Dali Temple Shaoqing confused.
"My lord, what are you doing?"
Yu Qingnian gnawed on the persimmon in his hand melancholy and said, "I am an adult and I am under the greatest pressure. Your persimmon is bigger, so I should eat it."
"..."
Everyone looked at their Shangguan helplessly.
As the minister of Dali Temple, Yu Qingnian was certainly not someone who was keen on having fun for his subordinates.
The nature of work in such a bureau is destined to be serious people.
After all, smiling playfully in front of the prisoners would naturally undermine the majesty of Dali Temple.
But they can also understand why Yu Qingnian is like this recently.
It is indeed very difficult to live between the Siwu Demon Mansion and the Heavenly Prison.
A group of people were there melancholy eating persimmons, thinking that the persimmons would be as persimmons as they wished. No matter whose wish it was, the real wish would be achieved by hurrying over.
"So what should Dali Temple do now?"
The Shaoqing of Dali Temple looked at Yu Qingnian with great melancholy.
The latter was engrossed in eating persimmons. If not for the serious official uniforms of Dali Temple, he would have looked like a beggar on the roadside.
After a long time, Yu Qingnian sighed and said, "Don't ask me. You should ask Heavenly Prison."
This is indeed the truth.
Only the actions of Heavenly Prison will determine how Dali Temple will proceed next.
The young minister of Dali Temple fell silent.
Of course he couldn't really ask about Heavenly Prison.
At such a critical period, to go to the Heavenly Prison would be to directly and openly stand on the opposite side of the Siwu Demon Mansion.
Yu Qingnian finished chewing the persimmon, stood up, and said softly: "Let's wait and see what's going on over there. If Tian Yu is still determined to kill Siwu Demon Mansion, we can just follow him. "
Just like the question Shui Zai Ping asked Zhu Congwen.
Between the Siwu Demon Mansion and the Heavenly Prison, which one do people fear more?
Of course it's the latter.
In fact, Dali Temple is just afraid that Heavenly Prison will suddenly let go, and then Dali Temple will be deserted inside and outside.
...
"It turns out."
Liu Qinghe stood on the path of the Liyuan, looked at the young man sitting in the depths and practiced, and said softly.
"You really shouldn't trust us."
The young man under the umbrella with his sword on his knees suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at the black robe outside the large pear tree.
"What do you mean, Lord Prisoner?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "You have too many flaws, and one of them was caught by the Siwu Demon Mansion."
Nan Dao frowned, but his right hand was holding the hilt of the peach blossom sword on his knee.
"He also knows that you are from the twelfth floor."
Liu Qinghe walked calmly towards the boy along the path until he stopped in front of him, looked down at him and said lightly.
"This is undoubtedly extremely fatal for you in hell."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, holding the Peach Blossom Sword tightly in his hand, and said slowly: "He told the world the news."
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Yes."
Silence fell in the pear courtyard.
There seemed to be a vague sound of swords, but it seemed like it was just an illusion.
The skylight passed through the tall buildings like clouds and rivers, and then fell through the pear tree where the young man was leaning.
It's a pity that Yingyingzhou is carried behind the young man's back, and Taohuajian is mute.
So even Liu Qinghe couldn't see clearly whether the young man's sword had been drawn out.
But thinking about it, Nan Dao wouldn't be stupid enough to actually draw his sword in front of such a lord of hell.
He couldn't even draw his sword in front of Mei Xiyu, let alone Liu Qinghe.
After a long time, Nan Dao finally slowly let go of the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand and looked up at Liu Qinghe, who stood condescendingly in front of him like a black cliff.
"What do you plan to do, the prison master? Kill me?"
Liu Qinghe chuckled, turned around, and walked towards the high dark walls, letting the blocked skylight fall on the young man.
"If I want to kill you, you will be a dead person the moment you appear in Huaidu, Nan Dao."
After hearing this, Nan Dao was naturally speechless.
This is a huge fact.
From a certain point of view, after Nan Dao knew that the purpose of the water in the bottle had always been him, he realized that he could survive in the sight of such a servant in Huaidu, maybe it was because of this hell. Lord.
The young man carried the Peach Blossom Sword behind his back, stood up with an umbrella, and walked to Liu Qinghe without saying anything.
A young man in the Xunmei Realm, in front of a great human demon with unpredictable power, naturally everything he said would be false.
Everything is only in Liu Qinghe's mind.
"Heaven will deny everything."
Liu Qinghe looked up at the sparse sunlight on the high walls.
Nan Dao subconsciously looked at those dark and gloomy high walls.
There is no need to smear the hell.
Such a place is inherently black.
"As long as Tian Yu doesn't admit it and the Siwu Demon Mansion has no evidence, everything is meaningless."
Liu Qinghe said calmly, turned his head and looked at the boy quietly.
"Of course, just in case, you really can't stay in Heavenly Prison any longer."
Nan Dao now understands something.
So in the final analysis.
After all, he still had to go to the Tiangong Department.
Liu Qinghe turned and left.
"I'll have people from the Tiangong Department pick you up in the evening."
