It has not rained in Huaidu for a long time, and it finally started raining again.
There is a gloomy tone everywhere among the stacked human worlds.
There is a young man who has secretly gone to the Tiangong Division in the story.
Xu Chunhua opened a crack at the door of the small courtyard and quietly watched the activities in Siwu Square outside.
I don’t know when the rain started to fall, and it is still very sparse. Drops of rain fell on the stone steps in front of the door, splashing large and small dens at the door of the courtyard where no one came.
But there was no movement at the mansion across the street, standing quietly in the summer rain.
Xu Chunhua looked at it silently for a long time, then closed the door again, and hurriedly walked through the dripping courtyard path and went to the corridor.
Mei Xiyu was sitting quietly there, not practicing, just leaning on the pillars behind her, looking over the corners of the eaves covered with some ivy and green leaves, and looking at the world quietly.
Xu Chunhua sat down next to Mei Xiyu, hesitated for a while, and said: "I heard that the Heavenly Prison seemed to have released some news about the death of Lord Minister of the Ministry of War, but how could I see any movement in that mansion? nor?"
Mei Xiyu lowered his head silently and said softly: "Because they can't make any movement."
"Why?"
Xu Chunhua was a little puzzled.
The Taoist said slowly: "Because since Tian Yu mentioned this matter again, it naturally means that they have found evidence, just like the Siwu Demon Mansion is going to tell the story about Nanyi City."
"Heavenly Prison seems to have denied such a thing."
Xu Chunhua said hesitantly.
The Taoist thought of the Taoist from the south he had seen that night. He was silent for a while and continued: "This is probably also useless. It's just that for the Heavenly Prison, delaying the time longer will naturally It will be more beneficial.”
Xu Chunhua naturally didn't understand why it was more advantageous. She just sat there silently, probably thinking about a certain boy. After thinking for a long time, she said softly: "So what are they doing this for?"
Mei Xiyu turned to look at the small town girl and said softly: "When you walk out of the courtyard, you will see many people, some going south, some going north - the many different trajectories in life sometimes form some distinct differences. Opposite river.”
The Taoist did not explain clearly what the waiter in white said.
After all, he really didn't want the woman in front of him to know too much about the practice world.
Xu Chunhua sat there silently and said nothing.
She was absent from work again today.
...
Xu Chunhua is naturally not the only one who is absent from work.
The same goes for the waiter at a certain noodle shop.
Gu Xiaoer hurriedly ran between the Heavenly Prison and a certain scholar's yard. Whenever something happened, he hurried back to tell the scholar.
This was the second day after the news in Huaidu changed. Gu Xiaoer was holding a bowl of noodles and squatting under the eaves of an alley near Tianjing, hiding from the rain and eating noodles. He listened very carefully to the people in those streets and alleys. Things to discuss.
It is undeniable that the responses made by the Heavenly Prison have indeed made the pressure outside such a human prison much smaller.
It’s not that they think Heavenly Prison is right.
It's just such a bizarre story that people all over the world didn't know where to start.
It turns out that the death of Lord Minister of the Ministry of War was actually inseparable from the Siwu Demon Mansion?
This is naturally the most important part.
As for Tian Yu's denial that the boy was from the Twelfth Floor, people in the world naturally didn't believe it.
A dead duck has a tough mouth, let alone a hell.
Gu Xiaoer felt that these stories could actually be described with some very vivid stories - two teenagers were quarreling, one said that you wet the bed when you were a child, and the other said disdainfully that you also ate shit when you were a child.
In fact, it’s not just teenagers who are like this, everyone in the world is naturally like this.
Gu Xiaoer sat under the eaves and finished the bowl of noodles and the soup. He originally wanted to go back to the noodle shop first, but after a little hesitation, he headed towards Zhu Congwen's residence.
Xu Chunhua didn't know when it started to rain, but Gu Xiaoer knew, otherwise he wouldn't have left the big bowl of noodles in the rain because he didn't bring an umbrella. After washing, he put it upside down on his head and walked through the world like a swordsman walking in the rain.
It is undeniable.
Even though Gu Xiaoer is almost forty, even now Huaidu's story is very tense.
When Gu Xiaoer was walking in the rain like this, many of the daydreams he had when he was a teenager would still appear subconsciously.
Today, I, Gu Xiaoer, have taken the title of the best sword in the world!
Gu Xiaoer held the bowl on his head and held the chopsticks as swords. He looked around and thought calmly.
Imagination is always refreshing.
It’s just that reality naturally has to be faced.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Gu Xiaoer had to speed up his pace. Holding the bowl above his head with one hand, he hurried towards Zhu Congwen.
By the time Gu Xiaoer ran into the alley, the rain was already pouring - just like on the alley walls, there were many young people eating noodles and doing nothing, holding big bowls and pouring water down. Same.
Gu Xiaoer, who had previously imagined that he had become the best swordsman in the world, wanted to raise his head and scold those non-existent youths.
You have made the world in such a mess, how can we ordinary people live?
Gu Xiaoer was walking close to the alley wall, already soaked to the skin. After all, the sea bowl was not a swordsman's hat. Probably a swordsman's hat couldn't stop such a heavy rain. Only swordsmen could do that.
When he hurriedly turned into the depths of the alley, Gu Xiaoer stood there in silence before he could talk to the scholar about some of the new developments he had heard today.
An official from Dali Temple was standing at the entrance of the scholar's courtyard with a serious look on his face.
And the scholar is wearing shackles.
When Gu Xiaoer saw this scene, he suddenly understood something.
In fact, it is meaningless for me to go to Heaven Prison in such a hurry and listen to those rumors.
The direction of many stories can be seen in the scholars themselves.
Or to be more precise, it can be seen from the side of Dali Temple.
That's why I was in such a hurry. I still didn't understand which direction Huaidu was going, but the moment I saw the scholar being taken away by people from Dali Temple, I became very clear.
When the scholar looked at Gu Xiaoer, who hurried over with chopsticks on his waist and a big bowl on his head, but stopped there in a daze, he actually wanted to laugh.
After all, no one can bear to look at such a picture.
It's a pity that the scholar really can't laugh now.
Because today’s story is indeed different from the past few days.
The Heavenly Prison sent some evidence to Dali Temple - the story about how the Siwu Demon Mansion and an unknown Heavenly Prisoner killed the Lord Shangshu in the alley.
Before such a story happened, scholars who had visited the Siwu Demon Mansion would naturally be taken for interrogation.
Gu Xiaoer stood there in silence.
When the scholar was taken away by the people from Dali Temple, he just looked at him standing by the alley and smiled, then raised his head slightly and pointed to his arms.
Of course, there is nothing in the scholar's arms that can reverse the situation.
There was a faint bulge there, looking like an uneaten persimmon.
So maybe the scholar just wants this noodle shop big brother not to worry.
Persimmon persimmon wishful thinking.
Everything goes well.
Gu Xiaoer stood there silently, looking at the scholar who was taken away by the people from Dali Temple. In the end, without saying anything, he took the bowl off his head with great melancholy and walked towards the noodle shop in the rain. .
...
When Gu Xiaoer returned to the noodle shop, he was already dripping wet, like a drowned dog.
The other waiters in the store were startled. They looked carefully several times before they recognized it was Gu Xiaoer.
"Did you fall into a puddle?"
As Gu Xiaoer walked towards the kitchen, he muttered, "It might be better if you fall into a puddle."
The man didn't understand what Gu Xiaoer meant. He looked at his back and asked, "How is that boy from Congwen?"
Gu Xiaoer said without looking back as if he was joking: "He joined the martial arts."
Sometimes some jokes may not be true.
Gu Xiaoer actually really hoped that this scholar would be a martial arts practitioner. Didn't Xuanxuyuan teach everything? I heard they teach people how to cook?
So maybe Zhu Congwen really knows how to practice?
Gu Xiaoer was thinking wildly there.
Or maybe it's not just random thoughts.
The waiter of this shop stood under the eaves of the backyard, wiping the water off his clothes and looking up at the high moon-viewing platform somewhere in Sophora Capital.
So sometimes it may be better to follow martial arts than to follow literature.
Look at those Sword Sect disciples, riding on Huaidu's face openly and openly, and Huaidu still has nothing to do.
If Zhu Congwen was also a sword cultivator, how could those people in Dali Temple treat him like this?
Gu Xiaoer melancholy wrung out the water on his clothes. After wringing out the water, he returned to the stove, where boiling hot soup was boiling.
Although it was for soup base, Gu Xiaoer still scooped up a large bowl, and then drank the hot soup while roasting himself.
Probably someone came to eat noodles. Another waiter in the store stuck his head out and said something to Gu Xiaoer who was drinking soup there.
"Second brother, don't add spicy food to your next bowl of noodles."
Gu Xiaoer nodded, put down the noodle bowl in his hand, and started working.
After doing it, Gu Xiaoer subconsciously wanted Zhu Congwen to take the noodles out. Then he remembered that the boy was probably in Dali Temple now. He sighed melancholy, and Gu Xiaoer took the noodles out by himself.
Gu Xiaoer was a little surprised when he saw the guest sitting by the window.
Because this is a Taoist, but just like me, he is all wet, and he probably forgot to bring an umbrella.
Gu Xiaoer didn't say anything else. He put the bowl of noodles there, said "Please use it at your leisure, sir," and hurried to the kitchen.
The Taoist was very polite, saluted, smiled gently, and said thank you.
As a northerner, Gu Xiaoer naturally wouldn't feel flattered as if he had never seen the world before.
After all, there are always more Taoists in the north.
Gu Xiaoer roasted for a long time and drank the noodle soup for a while, then saw other people in the store bringing back the noodle bowls.
Gu Xiaoer glanced at it subconsciously, then froze there, took the noodle bowl over, and asked strangely: "He didn't eat much? Could it be that this bowl of noodles is not good?"
The man shook his head and said, "I don't know. It's just that the Taoist seemed to just want to taste it. He ate two mouthfuls of noodles and a sip of soup, then paid and left."
Gu Xiaoer thought about it strangely for a long time, and even picked up a chopstick and tasted it himself.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with the taste.
This made Gu Xiaoer even more confused. He opened the back kitchen curtain and took a look into the store. The man had indeed left.
Perplexed, Gu Xiaoer did not continue to think about it. After all, there are always some weird people and weird things in the world.
...
Hell is indeed not that easy.
Even though the death case of Minister of War has distracted a lot of attention from the world.
But the matter regarding that young man naturally still hangs over Tian Yu's head like a haze.
I heard that some people boldly went to the Ministry of Punishment and asked the Ministry of Punishment to investigate the Heavenly Prison.
However, the people from the Punishment Department ignored it, and it was said that the door was not even opened.
Liu Qinghe probably didn't care about these things.
The Lord of Hell, who was dressed in a black robe with gold patterns, was sitting under the tree beside the road in the pear blossom courtyard, watching the last pear blossoms being knocked down by the rain.
In front of him is a pot of tea being brewed.
There is another person at the opposite table.
Perhaps the world would never have imagined that the water bottle that they thought was frowning in the Siwu Demon Mansion would actually appear in the Heavenly Prison.
He even sat with the Lord of Hell.
The rumors and pressures in the world will naturally fall on these two people, but they don't seem to have any sadness. While waiting for the tea to be brewed, they look at the rain hitting the pear blossoms in the closed courtyard and talk about something. gossip.
"I heard that the second activation of the Tonggui Monument in Nanyi City was from the young swordsman of the Human Sword Sect."
Shui Zaiping sat there with a sigh.
Liu Qinghe chuckled softly and said: "Cong Ren is very lazy. He probably won't be surprised by anything his disciples do."
Shui Zaiping nodded in agreement, raised his head again, and said slowly: "Has Tian Yu thought about how to solve the problem of the Sword Sect in the world?"
This question was naturally a bit heavy, so Liu Qinghe did not answer it immediately. He sat there quietly for a long time and then said softly: "This is indeed an extremely troublesome matter, more troublesome than those matters in your Siwu Demon Mansion. Much more.”
Probably because of this, Heavenly Prison has always been indifferent to those sword cultivators, but has been entangled with Siwu Demon Mansion.
When Shui Zaiping heard this, he looked at Liu Qinghe deeply for a long time, but he didn't say anything.
Some stories are certainly not suitable to be told in a yard like this.
Liu Qinghe continued.
"Although those sword cultivators are as lazy as Cong Ren, the world has to admit that their talents are very good, so their swords are also very fast. If they are not handled properly, it will probably be a bad thing for Huaidu. Pleasant story.”
When Shui Zaiping heard this, he just said softly: "Unreasonable sword cultivators are of course a big trouble in the world."
Liu Qinghe always felt that Shui Zaiping's words seemed to mean something. He smiled softly and said, "What the Lord Attendant did back then was much more unreasonable than the people of our Sword Sect."
Shui Zaiping just said calmly: "Do you want to reason with unreasonable people?"
Liu Qinghe probably can't be reasonable sometimes.
So it seems that things like the truth only have its constraints and values with people in the world.
The two of them sat quietly in the courtyard where the rain was hitting the pear blossoms.
Liu Qinghe looked at the pot of tea that had been brewing for a long time, and suddenly smiled and said: "You said if the world knew that the two of us were drinking tea and gossiping in the courtyard of Heavenly Prison, what would they think?"
Shui Zai Ping chuckled and said, "I'll probably be so angry that I smash the wine bowl in my hand and curse something."
Liu Qinghe looked at the water in the bottle for a long time, sighed, and then asked a question.
"If you had to do it all over again, would you still choose this way?"
For anyone, this question is always worth pondering.
Water in a Bottle is no exception.
The servant, who was dressed in white and sat across from Liu Qinghe, looking like a white flower, quietly looked at the fallen flowers that were scattered on the ground and were beaten into a mess. He thought about it seriously for a long time, and then said calmly: "meeting."
Liu Qinghe sighed and said softly: "Why is this necessary?"
Shui Zaiping just said lightly: "There is never anything unnecessary in life. The meaning of some things is naturally incomprehensible to others, stupid, and almost paranoid."
The Lord Attendant of Huaidu raised his head, looked at Liu Qinghe, and asked calmly: "If others tell you that this is wrong, will you deny yourself completely?"
Liu Qinghe didn't say anything, just looked at the water in the bottle quietly.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and the Lord Attendant continued: "I know you sent Nandao to the Tiangong Division. It is undeniable that I cannot move in such a place. But there are some things in the world that are not hidden. Just get up and keep silent, and everything will be safe."
"Heavenly Prison must give the world an explanation."
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "It seems that you did find something."
Shui Zaiping said calmly: "Yes."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, just as Gu Xiaoer thought, there were many people standing on high places, pouring water down tirelessly.
The courtyard was very noisy and filled with such clattering sounds, some of which even dripped onto the shoulders of these two people.
It's just that whether it's white clothes or black robes, it's not easy for people to see whether some rain has fallen with these two colors.
"What if Heavenly Prison must keep that boy even if its reputation is ruined?"
After a long time, Liu Qinghe said with a slight smile.
Shui Zaiping looked deeply at Liu Qinghe.
This is indeed a very decisive solution.
