Xu Chunhua thought of many very scary stories on the road.
For example, a Taoist like Mei Xiyu also disappeared in that neighborhood.
Fortunately, such a thing did not happen.
When she knocked on the door of such a courtyard, the door was still opened by the Taoist.
Xu Chunhua was about to speak about what she had heard, but as soon as she said a word, the small-town girl stopped in surprise.
The courtyard door was opened by the Taoist, but the Taoist was not standing in front of Xu Chunhua.
On the contrary, the Taoist was quietly sitting behind the courtyard door with Xu Chunhua on his back - the Taoist could open the door without using his hands.
"I....."
Xu Chunhua looked at Mei Xiyu who was sitting with her back to him at the entrance of the courtyard in surprise, and subconsciously raised her hand to her lips.
Such a scene naturally frightened this small town girl.
So Xu Chunhua hesitated a little, walked into the courtyard, turned around and closed the courtyard door, leaned down in front of Mei Xiyu, and asked seriously: "What's wrong with you?"
Mei Xiyu raised her eyes and glanced at Xu Chunhua, smiled reluctantly, shook her head and said, "It's nothing."
Xu Chunhua felt that Mei Xiyu seemed a little weak when she spoke, so she stretched out her hand and grasped the Taoist's hand on his knee. It was indeed cold.
"You are hurt?"
The woman who didn't know how to practice asked hesitantly.
Mei Xiyu was naturally injured, but the Taoist still shook his head and withdrew his hand from the small town girl's hand.
"It's nothing, maybe I got a little cold."
Mei Xiyu said so.
It's just a pity that this Qingtian Taoist probably doesn't know how to panic, so when he said this, he kept looking up at some of the green eaves in the courtyard.
Such behavior is naturally bizarre.
But the Taoist who was supposed to be sharp looked at Xu Chunhua very slowly when he asked such a question, and naturally looked even more weird.
"Why are you here suddenly?"
Mei Xiyu cheered up and asked.
When something was mentioned here, Xu Chunhua naturally knew that what she heard was most likely true.
The small-town girl said softly and somewhat irrelevantly: "So Nan Dao is really from the twelfth floor?"
Mei Xiyu finally came to her senses.
For Qingtian Dao, the twelfth floor is naturally not a distant and unfamiliar term, and it is indeed impossible for him to be in such a trance because of this.
But for Xu Chunhua, it seems that this is indeed the case.
Because the young man deceived everyone, including this Taoist, he became like this.
The two of them remained silent in the courtyard.
After a long time, Mei Xiyu said softly: "Yes."
Xu Chunhua hesitated for a moment, looked at Mei Xiyu and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what happened?"
The Qingtian Taoist was silent for a while again, and then said slowly: "My Lord Attendant has begun to fight back. There is a big trouble in Heavenly Prison."
Heavenly Prison is in big trouble, so the boy will be in big trouble too.
Of course, the troubles in the Siwu Demon Mansion remain the same.
Mei Xiyu knows stories that the world doesn’t know.
He knew that His Majesty was about to return to Huaidu, and that the Emperor would eventually have to give an explanation for everything that the Lord Attendant had done.
It was precisely because of this that Mei Xiyu felt extremely cold.
When he came out of such a monster house, Mei Xiyu was clearly not drunk at all, but he was like a person who had been drinking for several days, trembling all over in the wind of the world.
Such cold and decisive killing intent, even if it is not directed at Mei Xiyu, is still enough to send chills all over the body.
Of course Xu Chunhua understood that Heavenly Prison was in big trouble.
After a moment of silence, the small town girl asked softly: "So they will kill Nan Dao?"
Mei Xiyu looked up at the noonday sun in the human world and looked at it quietly for a long time before saying, "I don't know either."
The Taoist stood up silently, sighed deeply, and said softly: "I probably won't be able to get involved in the next story."
Just like the human sword sect was unable to respond to certain stories.
In the story on the twelfth floor, Qingtian Dao could only keep silent.
The more they talk, the more they push some stories in the opposite direction.
Xu Chunhua thought about some of the secretive rumors she had vaguely heard about Qingtian Dao, but she also seemed to understand why Mei Xiyu seemed so absent-minded sitting in the yard.
When the words "twelfth floor" appeared, the Taoist became an outsider.
Mei Xiyu said nothing more about those things, but looked at Xu Chunhua in front of her and asked softly: "Have you eaten anything in the morning?"
...
Shan Zhaoshui rested his sword on his knees and sat on the edge of the slanted platform, quietly listening to the sounds of the wind coming from the world.
Jiang Ye stood aside with a rather complicated expression.
"It turns out that what the water has been hiding in the bottle is actually these things, senior brother."
Shan Zhaoshui lowered his head and looked at the sword with flowing water on his knees for a long time, but he said with great regret: "This is indeed a good backup plan. I initially thought that the sword he wanted to kill Nan Dao was with him. In my own hands - if that is really the case, there may be some possibility for Jianzong to intervene, for example, in the name of Lingnan orphans."
Jiang Ye said softly: "But he handed the knife into Tian Yu's hands, and everything is irreversible."
Shan Zhaoshui said slowly: "So when I first heard the news this morning, I couldn't help but think for a long time. Did Shui Zaiping know that some of the previous things would definitely be stopped? Everything was Just waiting for the current story."
Jiang Ye didn't say anything about this, so naturally he didn't know either.
The sword cultivator who had struck out at the boy by the Nanyi River quietly looked at the streets of Huaido.
"So probably some people are really going to die."
Shan Zhaoshui sat there quietly and said slowly: "No one is exempt from death."
Jiang Ye looked at Shan Zhaoshui in surprise. After thinking about it, he understood why this senior brother said such things.
The wind in Huaidu became more and more urgent.
Naturally, this means that some people are coming back.
Naturally, these sword cultivators on the slanting platform have never forgotten why they came.
Everyone in the world naturally has his or her own sorrows.
...
The pear blossoms have faded.
Liu Qinghe stood on the path deep in the Heavenly Prison, quietly looking at the trees that were beginning to bear fruit, thinking that maybe he should plant some more white magnolias in the Heavenly Prison.
It’s just that I haven’t thought about the answer to such a question yet.
Then one day the jailer came in and told him that Song Yingxin was here.
Liu Qinghe looked a little surprised.
Naturally, he never thought that Song Yingxin would come to heaven at this time today.
After all, although he notified the Tiangong Division and asked them to come and take the boy away, he probably didn't expect that the person coming would be Song Yingxin.
The head of the Tiangong Department was in a daze on the road to the Heavenly Prison, looking at the occasionally visible wisps of white. Even when Liu Qinghe walked up to him, he didn't even notice.
Liu Qinghe stood there quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Why are you here today?"
Song Yingxin was startled by Liu Qinghe's sudden voice, and he quickly jumped aside.
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows when he saw Song Yingxin's reaction.
"It seems that something happened in your Tiangong Department."
Song Yingxin stood aside and sighed, and said, "I never thought that you, the Heavenly Prison, would get into trouble one day."
Of course, Song Yingxin also heard about the trends in public opinion in the world that would be difficult to stop for a while.
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "It's not a big deal."
Song Yingxin was very surprised to see Liu Qinghe's expression. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he really didn't care about these things, or whether he still had that unpredictable smile as always.
"Can Heavenly Hell suppress those voices?"
Song Yingxin asked tentatively.
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Of course it is very difficult. My northern dispatch made my face turn green in the early morning. It's just that we are different from the Siwu Demon Mansion. We tend to have more confidence. In other words, In all human stories that have not changed, the world may not need the Siwu Demon Mansion, but in many cases, they still need the Heavenly Prison."
Liu Qinghe walked slowly along the path and continued: "What's more, it is impossible for Heavenly Prison to just let him continue to water in the bottle. Regarding the matter of the Minister of War, no matter how noisy the world is, he will eventually make something answer."
Song Yingxin said with some surprise: "Has the Heavenly Prison investigated everything?"
Liu Qinghe nodded, but he didn't know what he was thinking of, but he shook his head and said: "It may not be completely clear. It's just that Li Chenghe's story is clear, but it is obvious that there is something more than that. The matter of Nandao belongs to He, Shuizi Ping, can know the internal affairs of Heavenly Prison, so obviously there are still some points that need to be dug deeper."
Song Yingxin frowned and said, "It seems that Heavenly Prison really needs to be reorganized."
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "That will happen in the future."
Song Yingxin said nothing more. After all, he was the head of the Tiangong Department, not the head of the Heavenly Prison. The affairs of the Heavenly Prison were naturally Liu Qinghe's business.
The two of them walked leisurely along the courtyard roads.
"So what happened in your Tiangong Department?"
Liu Qinghe turned to look at Song Yingxin and asked.
Song Yingxin narrowed his eyes and said: "People from Qingtian Dao came yesterday and wanted to seek some help from Tiangong Division."
Liu Qinghe smiled softly and said: "The matter of Qingtian Dao probably does not require you to come to the Heavenly Prison in person."
Song Yingxin stopped, was silent for a while, and said slowly: "After that, people from the Siwu Demon Mansion also came."
Even Liu Qinghe frowned when he heard this sentence, looked at Song Yingxin who was stopping there, and said, "What are they doing in Tiangong Division?"
Song Yingxin said solemnly: "The person who came is Qin Yu. I don't know if it has something to do with the Lord Attendant."
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "What does he want to do?"
Song Yingxin sighed softly and said, "He is probably crazy. It's hard for me to understand how he made such a choice."
Although the head of the Tiangong Department, who was obviously frightened, did not explain what happened, when Liu Qinghe heard this, he realized something and laughed softly.
"No wonder you were shocked when I spoke to you just now. If I guessed correctly, he probably wanted to hold you hostage and gain control of Dayi's Bow."
Song Yingxin said softly: "Yes, it's a pity that he looked down on himself and looked down on the Tiangong Division."
The head of the Tiangong Department is naturally just an ordinary person.
It's just that Tiangongsi, who possesses the most powerful weapon in the world, Dayi's Bow, cannot really be slaughtered like this.
But I have to admit that Song Yingxin never thought that someone would really want to attack the Tiangong Division, so he was naturally a little frightened.
Liu Qinghe didn't know what he thought of, so he smiled and continued to move forward.
"Since he wants to..."
The Lord of Hell said with a chuckle.
"Then just give it to him."
Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe blankly, wondering what this meant.
"What's the meaning?"
Liu Qinghe looked up at the falling evening light and said lightly: "It's just what happened today that made me suddenly think about something."
Song Yingxin followed him somewhat confused, looked at Liu Qinghe and asked, "What have you figured out?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said: "About the matter about the Imperial College."
Song Yingxin didn't know what happened in the Imperial College.
However, Liu Qinghe had no intention of explaining, and just said calmly: "Just think of it as a gift from Heavenly Prison to our Lord Attendant."
Song Yingxin frowned and asked, "So what exactly is going on?"
Liu Qinghe just smiled and continued walking forward.
In the dusk, a young man was holding an umbrella and carrying a sword, standing quietly at the door of the pear flower courtyard, looking at the two people walking towards this side.
Song Yingxin's attention was attracted by the young man, but he forgot what he was talking about for a moment.
Perhaps the young man finally understood some of the irreversible truths of relying on others. He stood at the entrance of the Liyuan and saluted the two of them in an upright manner.
"I've met the prison master, I've met the director."
If Song Yingxin was like a certain young master from the north of Nanyi City, he would probably snort very arrogantly and say something like belated flattery was more despicable than anything else.
It's a pity that this middle-aged boss is not from Beitai.
So he just smiled and nodded.
Liu Qinghe turned to look at Song Yingxin and said, "He will leave it to you."
Song Yingxin said with some joy: "Okay!"
Nan Dao looked at this man silently, probably unable to understand why he was so excited.
You're not a swordsman, so what's the point of looking at my umbrella?
The young man thought so.
The twilight of the world is getting thicker.
Liu Qinghe said nothing more, and Song Yingxin completely forgot about what happened just now, and he couldn't wait to lead the young man out of the Heavenly Prison in the dusk.
...
After the Imperial Academy held a memorial ceremony for the wine, he stood quietly on the small building of the Collection Pavilion, looking at the world in the dusk, with a solemn look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.
On the forest roads below, the Imperial Academy Prime Minister was hurriedly coming this way.
Regarding the investigation of the identity of the Imperial College students, it was naturally impossible to complete it in such a short period of time.
But there were some results regarding their actions in Huaidu.
Imperial Prince Jiancheng took some documents to the small building of the Collection Pavilion and stopped after Wen Renhuai returned.
"Master Jijiu."
Wenren Huaigui turned around and looked at the documents in the hands of the Imperial Academy. He was silent for a while and said slowly: "How?"
The Imperial Academy opened the documents and said seriously: "The Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Punishment jointly assisted in investigating the situation in Huaidu. As for the origin of the students, it depends on the results of the Heavenly Prison. It may have to wait. Some time ago. At least judging from the current results, these students should not have any problems and have never been in contact with any suspicious people..."
Wenren Huaigui listened quietly there. It was not until the Imperial Academy Master finished explaining the situation that he nodded slightly, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "It's best to do this naturally."
The Prime Minister of the Imperial Academy closed the documents and put them aside, leaving them for Wen Renhuaigui to check later. However, he probably had a lot of confusion in his heart. He hesitated for a while and looked at Wenren Huaigui's questions. Said: "If there is indeed nothing wrong with these students, then what do you mean by the Lord Attendant?"
Wen Renhuaigui stood quietly in the dusk and evening breeze. After a long time, he said softly: "Maybe this is the answer he wants."
The Prime Minister of the Imperial Academy stared blankly at the spirit wizard from Huangliangxuanxuyuan.
Perhaps realizing that he was too vague, Wenren Huaigui raised his hand to flip through the documents on the side and said slowly: "What he wants to see is that these students have no problems."
As if he had just woken up from a big dream, the Imperial Prince suddenly turned his head and looked at the Huaidu world.
Such an answer does seem to be the most reasonable.
Otherwise, why would the Lord Attendant come to the Imperial College in person?
Wenren Huaigui let go of the documents and let them be blown back together by the evening breeze.
"He is using his power to force the Imperial College and the Ministry of Civil Affairs to repeatedly and seriously verify the origins of all students."
The Imperial Academy Prime Minister withdrew his gaze and looked at the courtyard for a long time, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Maybe there is no need to say anything at all.
...
This is the first time in the South Island that I have come to such a famous human government office.
Even people like Qin Chulai Liu Qinghe would feel extremely surprised when they walked into the underground world of Sophora City, let alone such a young man.
The young man carrying a sword and holding an umbrella walked on the hanging steps, like a child who was new to the world, with his mouth and eyes wide open - perhaps more like a stupid bubble-spitting fish that had never seen the world. Same.
"Is this the Tiangong Division?"
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at Song Yingxin beside him in disbelief.
Even when he was in Lingnan, Le Chaotian had already mentioned such a human government office to him with great admiration.
But probably for young people, things like Si Ya are still limited to the worldly knowledge of the world.
He had never thought that the Tiangong Division would be such a vast and majestic existence, similar to a capital city in a deep valley.
Song Yingxin chuckled softly and stopped on the hanging steps going down, looking at the offices and the steaming mist all over the place.
"Yes."
The young man looked at it with a sigh, but before he could say anything more, the parrot island behind him kept humming softly.
The sound of the sword clears the sky.
Nan Dao stopped in a daze and looked at a man who was nailed to a cliff in the distance.
Men were certainly not something that shocked the boy.
Even if it is a big demon with strong demonic power.
What really made the young man feel as if he had been hit by a mountain was the sword stuck in the big demon's heart, exuding a very familiar white light.
Song Yingxin's voice sounded very calmly in the young man's ears, but such a calm voice was no less than some extremely grand sound of falling off a cliff.
"That's fairy energy."
The young man suddenly turned around and stared blankly at Song Yingxin, who was just an ordinary person.
