When Song Yingxin said that, it was the immortal energy that sounded on the hanging steps below the Sophora Capital.
That kind of shock is no different than meeting a toddler on the road, but the child said to him seriously that I am already fifteen years old.
Of course Nan Dao recognized that it was immortal energy, just as he could hear the sound of the vast waves from the divine sea of that brazen child.
Nan Dao couldn't recover from that shock for a long time.
Song Yingxin, however, had already passed by as if he were just passing by.
Perhaps for Tiangong Division, this is indeed nothing surprising.
After a long time, Nandao finally turned his head somewhat dully and looked at the head of the Tiangong Department who was walking slowly in front.
"Who is that person?"
The young man under the umbrella was very cautious and did not ask about the fairy energy on the swords.
Song Yingxin said calmly: "A big demon from the Siwu Demon Mansion is trying to do some very bad things in the Tiangong Division."
Song Yingxin only told Liu Qinghe about such things.
Very bad things, very bad people.
Song Yingxin raised his head and looked silently at the man nailed under the far wall.
After all, what good person would want Yi's bow?
Does Qin Chulai want it?
Want water in a bottle?
The young man followed up silently, walking behind Song Yingxin while looking at the cliff.
"yes......"
The young man seemed very hesitant.
Song Yingxin looked back at him and waited for a long time before finally hearing the hesitant question.
"Did the boss do it?"
Song Yingxin smiled and said, "Of course not, I'm just an ordinary person."
"Is that...Your Majesty?"
Song Yingxin walked forward and said casually: "You don't have to guess. There are no practitioners in the Tiangong Division. This is not someone's fault. It is just a defensive method of the Tiangong Division."
However, Nan Dao remembered what Lu Xiaoxiao and the others had said about the entire Nanyi City turning into a machine and shooting out a sword.
That was exactly what Tiangongsi had done.
The man nailed to the cliff was gradually obscured by the mist, as if he had never existed.
It's just that although the young man can't see it, the faintly felt power and the moaning voice behind him seem to be reminding the young man.
But Nan Dao didn't continue to ask anything.
The two walked all the way through the hanging steps until they came to the platform crowded with government officials.
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't know where he would be taken, so he held the umbrella in his hand tightly and followed Song Yingxin very vigilantly - this emotion came after seeing such a sword.
Song Yingxin led him through many twists and turns of the alley, and then stopped in front of a courtyard with the word 'Degenerate Man' written on it.
"There should be many empty houses in the courtyard. You can choose the one you like to live in."
Song Yingxin stood at the entrance of the courtyard, turned to look at Nan Dao and said.
Nan Dao nodded, walked forward into the courtyard, looked around, then turned back and said, "Thank you, Sir."
Song Yingxin just smiled and didn't say anything, but he didn't leave either.
Nan Dao looked silently at Song Yingxin, who was still standing there. After a while, he said softly: "Is there anything else, Sir?"
Song Yingxin chuckled and said, "I thought you would ask about the immortal energy."
Nan Dao silently clenched the umbrella in his hand and said slowly: "Master, do you think I should ask?"
Song Yingxin turned around and said with a smile: "Maybe you can ask, but I don't have time to answer now. You can walk around the city now."
Nan Dao stood there silently.
It is undeniable that when the seemingly ordinary middle-aged man chuckled and said to him, "I thought you were going to ask about the immortal energy," the young man felt extremely solemn in his heart for a moment.
Even when I first faced Liu Qinghe, I had never felt such panic.
Nan Dao stood at the door of the courtyard, watching the man leave for a long time, but suddenly remembered the first time he heard the name of the head of the Tiangong Division.
That was learned from the mouth of Liuqing River.
The man sitting in the black robe said sincerely that the power in the world for the next thousand years will be in the hands of the Tiangong Division.
The young man didn't have any doubts at that time. After all, Liu Qinghe would not say such things without any purpose.
It was only when he saw the big demon nailed to the cliff by a sword filled with immortal energy that Nan Dao perhaps understood the meaning of those words better.
Fairy spirit.
Nan Dao sank silently into the Divine Sea, looking up at the white air floating in the sky of the Divine Sea.
Taohua stood beside her, also silent.
The immortal energy wrapped around that sword was far more concentrated and condensed than the unformed white energy in the young man's sea of gods.
"Where did that come from?"
Nan Dao lowered his head and looked at the peach blossoms beside him.
He knew that Taohua could also see things outside.
Taohua said softly: "I don't know."
Or they can imagine that there are no practitioners in Tiangong Division now, but it does not mean that there were no practitioners in the past. Therefore, there once was a selfless person with an extremely high level who was killed in the Tiangong Division, leaving behind the immortal energy that was enough to serve as the Tiangong Division's strength.
This is often what is written in those biographies.
This is probably the most reasonable explanation, the young man thought, and then his expression changed and his body disappeared into the sea of spirits.
The young man standing at the entrance of the courtyard held an umbrella and suddenly turned around.
I saw a young Taoist cultivator walking hesitantly on the path. When I saw the young man turning around, he hesitated a little, his eyes stayed on the swords and umbrellas for a long time, and then he whispered: "Uncle Master?"
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows.
The only people in the world who would call him uncle were young boys like Lu Xiaoer and a certain young man from the East China Sea.
Who is that girl wearing a Qingtian Taoist skirt on the path not far away?
Yu Chaoyun didn't know what Nan Dao was thinking there.
The girl, who was older than the boy, looked at the boy under the umbrella in amazement.
It turns out that You Chunshan really didn’t tell lies.
The young man's realm was really very high, and even the sword intent behind him that seemed to be whirring casually made her feel extremely dangerous.
.......
There are iron ropes tightening in the world, and then countless stone steps rise into the mist.
The complicated world is not a fairyland.
Song Yingxin walked through the hanging steps leading to the cliff very quietly. A platform was built between the cliffs, like a grotto platform with secret treasures hidden in the cliffs.
It's a pity that these cliffs at the level of Sophora Capital are often built by humans, so they probably don't hide any secret treasures of heaven and earth.
Song Yingxin stopped in front of the big demon who still couldn't let go, and looked at him silently for a long time.
The great demon named Qian Yu from the Siwu Demon Mansion raised his eyes and looked at Song Yingxin in front of him.
It is undoubtedly easy for a great demon with strong demonic power to crush such a human being to death, but he can't use anything. Even the thought of moving his fingers is akin to an extravagant wish - the handle has extremely The strange white energy sword blocked all of his demonic power.
So he was silent for a while and just said: "Master, are you here to take a look at my toad, which is watching the moon in the well and not knowing how high the sky is?"
Song Yingxin raised his eyebrows, and then said thoughtfully: "So you are a frog."
No wonder it dances like this.
Qianyu fell silent silently.
Monsters are all kinds of strange things. Rats, rats, civets, and Qingqing are probably the monsters that people in the world usually think of. Frogs are actually not that strange, and they are better than some bench legs.
It was just that after the Huangliangdu Demon Division was established a thousand years ago, it was probably to reassure the demon clan in the world. Although the demon clan was merged into the human world, it had an independent origin and its identity was well hidden. In fact, few people in the world knew about a certain person. What is the true identity of the demon clan?
So sometimes when someone reveals your identity, you always have a weird feeling of being ripped off.
Song Yingxin looked at Que Yu who was nailed there quietly. After a long time, he slowly said: "Do you know what Dayi's Bow is?"
Qian Yu was silent for a while and said slowly: "I don't know."
Such a weapon from the Tiangong Division certainly has a lot of fame, but as Song Yingxin and Qin Chulai said - the country's sharp weapons cannot be shown to others.
In the entire human world, except for the Tiangong Division, only Liu Qinghe from the Heavenly Prison has a bow of Yi in his hand. Even Shui Ping, a once powerful disciple, has never owned it.
Naturally, Qian Yu didn't know what Dayi's Bow was. He probably only knows that a single Yi's bow is enough to suppress the nine-fold cultivator in the world.
Song Yingxin sighed softly and said, "You don't even know what Dayi's Bow is, so how dare you come to Tiangong Division to do such a wanton thing?"
Qian Yu was silent for a while, looking down at the sword at his heart.
"Isn't this Yi's bow?"
Song Yingxin said calmly and seriously: "This is not true, it is just some gadgets."
The implication is that it is probably a big thing.
Qian Yu was silent for a long time and said softly: "It seems that it is really a weapon for the country."
If such a sword with strange power cannot be regarded as Dayi's bow, then the thing that threatens the world may indeed be unimaginable.
"Of course."
Song Yingxin said calmly, then reached forward and grasped the handle that was nailed to Qian Yu's body.
Qian Yu sighed softly and said, "It seems that the Master is sending me to the River Styx."
But the next moment, the big demon from the Siwu Demon Mansion opened his eyes wide in shock.
Song Yingxin took hold of the sword and then pulled it out calmly.
Many of the suppressive powers on Qianyu's body disappeared instantly, and the whole person suddenly fell from the cliff.
He probably never thought that Song Yingxin would pull out the sword. He was caught off guard, but he knelt down in haste and embarrassment like a Taoist on the high platform of Yunmeng Daze.
Song Yingxin stood there calmly, took out a piece of handkerchief from his arms and wiped the demon blood on the sword, then threw the sword into the mist, and soon disappeared.
Yan Yu subconsciously wanted to seize the human master who was so close at hand again.
Just when he raised his head slightly, his expression suddenly changed.
One sword disappeared, but in the mist of mist, there seemed to be countless more swords like this in an instant, and the energy was locked on Qian Yu's body very fiercely.
This great demon from the Siwu Demon Mansion stopped his thoughts and fell silent, kneeling there without saying a word.
He probably never thought that a great demon like himself would one day face such bizarre things.
Then he heard the boss say something he thought was impossible to hear.
"But I can indeed lend you one."
Qin Yu was stunned, slowly raised his head, and looked at the calm-looking man in front of him in disbelief.
...
If this person is talking nonsense, you will only know it when you meet him.
For Yu Chaoyun, this is probably such a mood.
In fact, she had never believed the nonsense of You Chunshan, a young man who might have a mental illness. She even thought for a time that his illness must be extremely serious. Otherwise, how could he tell such a bizarre story?
Do you think everyone is the same person on Mojian Cliff many years ago?
Yu Chaoyun did not deny the existence of such an uncle.
After all, no one said that a young man could not be a master uncle.
It's just that this person who is only sixteen years old and it is said that he only started practicing in March last year is really going to join the trail now?
Can Li Shi and Zhang Xiaoyu do this in the hustle and bustle of the world?
It doesn’t seem to work either.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu was eighteen years old and in the Seventh Level of the Small Dao when he entered the Sword Sect.
It's just that such a Taoist was taken to Shanhe Temple by a young-looking Taoist at the age of twelve.
Zhang Xiaoyu is already the only fish named Zhang Xiaoyu in the world.
So what kind of island is this thing?
While Yu Chaoyun was thinking wildly, he brought a pot of tea to the young man. Then he knelt down in front of the low table and poured tea for the young man in a respectful and dignified manner.
This Qingtian Dao girl naturally did not leave the Tiangong Division. After all, she was currently leaving the customs. Since she was leaving the customs, she could naturally leave the customs.
You Chunshan has never come out since he entered the small courtyard that day.
Yu Chaoyun practiced making tea in the Tiangong Department - the treatment here is naturally good. After all, it is the most prosperous place in the world today. No matter what you do, it is extremely convenient. As a guest, in this courtyard Various things are delivered every day.
It was convenient for Yu Chaoyun to study some weird teas.
But the tea brewed for Nan Dao is not something strange.
But it is an extremely orthodox, extremely common, and the one that Yu Chaoyun brews best - wolfberry tea!
After all, the person who taught them how to make tea was the famous wolfberry sword Chen Huaifeng.
Nan Dao sat on the porch, quietly looking at the wolfberries in the cup in front of him that were floating like little red fishes. Chen Huaifeng probably taught him well, so even the number of wolfberry kernels in the cup was unknown. It is the meticulous Chen Huaifeng style.
Looking at Nan Dao's expression, Yu Chaoyun thought that this young man didn't like drinking wolfberry tea, so he said seriously: "This is the wolfberry tea that Master Chen Huaifeng, the world-famous wolfberry sword master, taught us to make. Uncle, you might as well try it first." Try it, there are many benefits.”
Nan Dao was silent for a while, raised his eyes to look at the Qingtian Dao girl, and then said softly: "I know."
For such a tall man who always carried a cup of wolfberry tea wherever he went, people would naturally be curious about how many wolfberries there were in his cup.
Otherwise, Nan Dao wouldn’t be able to tell the origin of this cup of tea from the number of wolfberries.
Yu Chaoyun originally wanted to ask Nan Dao how he knew about it, but then he remembered that Chen Huaifeng was originally from Nanyi City. Since this young uncle was a swordsman in the south, it was naturally possible that he had met that uncle, so he didn't He continued talking, just looking at the young man expectantly.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time before finally picking up the cup of tea, bringing it to his lips and drinking.
As a drinker all year round, the young man's way of drinking tea was probably quite rude.
So naturally I can't get Chen Huaifeng's feeling of peace and tranquility.
Yu Chaoyun asked expectantly: "What do you think, Uncle Master?"
Nan Dao glanced at Yu Chaoyun silently, probably thinking why would you expect to hear some comments about tea from a peach blossom wine drinker?
However, looking at Yu Chaoyun's expression, the young man nodded seriously, and said sincerely but dryly: "Very good."
The girl from Qingtian Road was probably very happy indeed.
Probably when you see someone standing taller than you, you always subconsciously feel that they are taller than you elsewhere.
It's just that there is only one Li Queyi in the world - that person is the only Taoist in the history of the world who has the reputation of being the best in the world. Whatever he wants to do, he is the best in the world.
This is probably how he deserves the name Dao Que Yi and Li Que Yi.
Nan Dao put down the tea cup in his hand, sat on the courtyard corridor, looked around quietly, then looked at Yu Chaoyun and asked, "Where is You Chunshan now?"
After Yu Chaoyun called him uncle before, he seriously explained why he called him uncle in Nan Dao's rather surprised eyes.
That's how Nandao knew that You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun came to Tiangong Sizhong together.
This was what the young man wanted to ask before.
It was just that the girl said she wanted to make a pot of tea for him to drink, so he was delayed.
But after Yu Chaoyun heard this question, he remained silent for a while, and then said softly: "I don't know. He went to the courtyard where the director was and never came out that day. Maybe he was getting treatment somewhere."
Nan Dao looked at Yu Chaoyun in surprise.
Even if the young man knew that You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun had come to Tiangong Division, he just thought that maybe Qingtian Dao might have something to do and came to such a place.
But he never thought it would be a cure.
Does You Chunshan have any illness?
Nan Dao thought about it very seriously.
There seems to be nothing unusual about such a young man carrying the mountains and rivers all the way from the East China Sea back to the north.
It seems like I'm just unlucky?
Nan Dao frowned and looked at Yu Chaoyun.
"What disease does he treat?"
Yu Chaoyun shook his head and said softly: "I don't know either, but Uncle Jiang said that he might have a brain problem that kept him falling flat, so he asked me to take him to Huaidu to have a look."
When Nan Dao heard this, his whole person showed an expression of disbelief.
"Isn't he born unlucky?"
Yu Chaoyun wanted to reject the young uncle's words, but when he thought of the young man who often knocked himself into pieces, he fell silent for a while, and then said softly.
"Maybe, yes, I was born unlucky, so I got some very strange and serious illnesses."
