I heard that people many years ago lived in underground caves.
Nan Dao opened his eyes in the yard, looked up at the stone dome walls with many lights hung as far away as the sky, and thought like this.
How did people at that time know when it was dark and when it was dawn?
The young man has very poor cognition, and it is always easy for him to have stereotypes about certain things.
For example, when you hear the word "underground cave", you will only think about never seeing the light of day.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, and then withdrew his gaze.
Today, there is raindrops dripping in the Tiangong Department. The rainwater is dripping from the stone dome walls. In other words, it is probably raining heavily in Sophora Capital today.
When it rains in the sky, it naturally rains underground.
But the boy who holds an umbrella all year round is not embarrassed.
Yu Chaoyun seemed to have some insights because of the boy's casual words yesterday, but he didn't see anyone today.
Nan Dao felt some vague Taoist charm somewhere in the courtyard, but he didn't bother her. He just put the sword on his knees behind his back, then stood up, held an umbrella and pushed open the courtyard door, facing outside the courtyard. And go.
Song Yingxin did not restrict the whereabouts of such a young man.
But after experiencing what happened yesterday, Nan Dao himself became cautious.
He didn't know what extremely weird things existed in such a high-level office, so he didn't dare to wander around.
I just followed the alley between the government offices, asked the Tiangong officials who passed by me where Song Yingxin was, and then headed all the way there.
Naturally, the boy had questions to ask.
It's just that Song Yingxin is not a practitioner, but just a worldly person. Naturally, the young man did not bother the head of the Tiangong Department yesterday.
It's probably early morning now.
Although the people from the Tiangong Division whom I met on the road were in a hurry, they could still vaguely look like they were just waking up from sleep.
When they arrived at Kaiwu Yamen, which was an extremely ordinary small courtyard, Song Yingxin was washing his face in the courtyard.
The head of the Tiangong Department was indeed an extremely ordinary person. The silent young man stood at the door for a long time before he saw him when he stood up to pour water.
Song Yingxin was indeed a little surprised. After all, he knew very well that this young man actually resisted appearing in this place, so he really didn't expect Nan Dao to come all the way.
Perhaps it was because he was sheltering from the wind and rain coming from above Sophora Capital, or perhaps because yesterday's sword really gave the young man some shock in the world.
This young man stood at the door very upright, holding an umbrella and saluting.
"I've met Mr. Secretary."
Song Yingxin was stunned for a moment, then reacted, rubbing his face and smiling, he turned around and walked towards the house.
"Why are you here today? Come in first."
Nan Dao held an umbrella through the pattering rain and followed Song Yingxin.
Then he stopped in front of the house and said softly: "Because I have some questions that I want to ask the boss."
Song Yingxin stood there putting things away and asked, "What's the problem?"
Nan Dao silently looked at the back of the head of the Tiangong Department and said softly: "Does the head of the Tiangong Department know where a person named You Chunshan is?"
Song Yingxin turned his head in surprise and looked at the young man standing under the rain eaves. After a while, he asked suspiciously: "Do you know him?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said seriously: "He called me uncle."
Song Yingxin nodded thoughtfully, but didn't say anything. There was a washbasin hanging there with a towel.
Nan Dao stood there quietly and waited.
Song Yingxin returned to his office desk, and then searched for a long time on the desks filled with drawings, and finally found his Kuoji.
The middle-aged boss probably didn't have very good eyesight either.
So when you look at something, you always have to use something else.
Jueji is not a product of the Tiangong Division. Such a thing that helps the world see more clearly has a very long history.
So the young man wasn't too surprised.
Song Yingxin continued to rummage through some things, but such a thing seemed to have nothing to do with the boy's problem.
After a long time, Song Yingxin finally found a certain book. He opened it and read there for a while, then took off the dagger from his nose, looked up at Nan Dao and asked a question.
"What are you doing with him?"
Naturally, the young man couldn't understand the series of behaviors of the head of the Tiangong Department.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, and then said softly: "It's rare that Huai has an old friend, so I always have to ask about him."
Song Yingxin looked at the young man and said slowly: "We are just old friends, so it is difficult to explain some things clearly to you."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, and then asked: "Then how far can the Secretary Chief go?"
Song Yingxin said calmly: "He has an incurable disease."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and then asked: "Is it just that?"
Song Yingxin stood up and walked to the eaves. He raised his head and looked at the rainwater falling from the stone dome wall.
"It concerns the secrets of the Tiangong Division. We have the freedom to remain silent to anyone except His Majesty."
Nan Dao fell silent.
Song Yingxin smiled softly and said, "But you can ask from another angle."
Nan Dao looked at Song Yingxin, remained silent for a while, and said, "How should I ask?"
Song Yingxin raised his head and looked at the stone dome wall, looking at the rainwater falling from above like silver lines, and said slowly: "You can ask me what immortal energy is."
The young man suddenly tightened his grip on the umbrella in his hand.
He didn't know what Song Yingxin meant by such a sentence.
Song Yingxin just smiled and continued: "In this way, I will tell you something, and correspondingly, you also need to give something in exchange."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, but he finally understood what such a head of the Tiangong Department meant.
Finally, it fell on the umbrella in his hand.
"I can't let go of this umbrella."
Song Yingxin turned his head and looked at the young man's black umbrella for a long time, which was like the night, covering the rain and snow in the world, and said softly: "Of course you don't need to let go of the umbrella. In fact, think about it from another angle, if the Tiangong Division can really Whatever you find in such an umbrella, you may not have to live under it for the rest of your life."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time and said softly: "What is immortal energy?"
Song Yingxin didn't answer anything, just picked up an umbrella from the eaves on the side, and then walked across the yard towards a certain path.
Nan Dao stood there and hesitated for a while, then followed him silently.
The two walked quietly in the rain on the same road that You Chunshan walked that day until they appeared in front of the cliff with no way forward.
Until he stood here, the young man fell silent for a long time.
Yesterday, the sound of swords in Parrot Island made the young man feel that this was the direction he felt.
Of course the young man knew what immortal energy was. When he first saw that white light in the divine sea, he had received an explanation about those things from Taohua's mouth.
Just like the power of the Styx is a higher-level power of witches and ghosts.
The so-called immortal energy is naturally the existence of the upper level of heaven and earth energy.
It's just that when the young man faced such a cliff that was vaguely hidden in the mist, he still had a lot of confusion.
"You Chunshan, what is your connection with these things?"
Nan Dao turned to look at Song Yingxin who was standing aside.
The head of the Tiangong Department said very calmly: "Because he is right there."
Nan Dao looked at Song Yingxin in surprise. It took him a long time to finally confirm that he was not joking. The young man turned back and looked for a long time at a distant cliff in the rain that looked like curling clouds and water.
"I can't understand it."
...
"I can't understand it."
Shui Zaiping looked deeply at Liu Qinghe.
"Why would Heavenly Prison do this?"
Liu Qinghe just said calmly: "The Taoist named Mei Xiyu was invited into the Siwu Demon Mansion by you. Perhaps when he heard some things you said, he couldn't understand it either."
Shui Zaiping just looked at the man in front of him who looked like a great ape sitting in silence for a long time.
"The truths in the world are naturally incompatible in the end, so in the Five Thousand Words of the Blue Ox, there are words such as the strong name of Tao, the mysterious door, and the mysterious door."
Liu Qinghe spoke extremely calmly, but those words that were not loud were particularly clear amidst the noisy rain and the sound of tea making.
"You have what you think, I also have what I think, and Your Majesty also has what His Majesty thinks. They are all incompatible, and what people say is nothing more than trying to convince themselves."
Shui Zai Ping fell silent, and after a long time, he said softly: "So what is your Majesty thinking about?"
Liu Qinghe quietly looked at the water in the bottle for a long time.
Perhaps it was just like what Mei Xiyu thought at the beginning.
In today's Huaidu, only the Lord of Heavenly Hell can truly guess the thoughts of the human emperor.
So after Liu Qinghe said such words, the servant in white was stunned for a long time.
"Your Majesty is thinking about what that young man is thinking."
The moonlight that claimed to come from the time of the ancient road actually seemed to have turned pale like a wisp of moonlight. The color on his face gradually faded away, like the color of the cold moonlight falling on the mountains, and like the white clothes. Those eyes were wide open, but gradually lost their sparkle - just like the moon at night putting the cart before the horse, the dark night became a dot in the moonlight.
The Lord Attendant was silent for a long time, and finally his panic gradually subsided, and he breathed heavily, and then his stature seemed to be an inch shorter - so such a man in black robes, at this time, also looked like Like a dark cliff.
Shui Zaiping was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "So your Majesty is actually from the twelfth floor."
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Why not?"
This seems to be a matter of course, but also seems to be saying something extremely unreasonable in the world.
Just like when a young boy looked at the little boy who had his head shaved because he lost cards and thought that the monk couldn't touch me.
After being silent in the bottle for a long time, Shui Zi finally raised his head and looked at the man with a usual smile who seemed to be always calm through the white mist rising from the boiling water.
In front of Liu Qinghe, he might indeed be nothing like a servant who is inferior to one person but superior to ten thousand people.
He's just a reckless boy who doesn't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.
"So you invited me here today just to talk to me about such a thing."
There are some things that, of course, are not good for anyone if they are revealed.
Liu Qinghe raised his hand and took off the teapot from the small stove, poured a cup of hot tea into the bottle, and said calmly: "I know you have the case files of Nanyi City Heavenly Prison in your hand. I don't want to ask you how you got these. Things. But if you really release those things into the world, your Lord Attendant..."
Liu Qinghe called Shui Zaiping very sincerely.
"It was never the Heaven Prison that was in trouble, but His Majesty. At that time, the Heaven Prison was naturally speechless, so the only one who could put such a story to rest was His Majesty."
The water sat there in the bottle for a long time, silent for a long time, and then picked up the cup of scalding hot tea and drank it calmly.
The sound of the teacup falling on the table was loud.
This great demon in the world is somewhat unable to control his demonic power.
So the wind and rain were chaotic, and the whole courtyard was deserted.
After a long time, this place finally calmed down.
There was still a steady sound of rain.
Shui Zaiping looked at Liu Qinghe quietly and said calmly: "It is true that you, Heavenly Prison, won."
But it wasn't Liu Qinghe who convinced the water in the bottle.
It's just that such a servant convinced himself.
Just like a rhetorical question from Zhu Congwen.
What if he was real?
Water in a bottle is naturally true.
Shui Zaiping didn't say anything else, he just stood up, picked up his green umbrella from the side, opened it and walked quietly through the windy and rainy path of the Lihua Courtyard, silently heading out of the courtyard.
Liu Qinghe sat there quietly, watching the blue-white color in the rain go away.
The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle.
But maybe now, such a bottle will finally break.
Dao heart is broken.
...
The young man may also have a broken heart.
When countless iron cables tightened in the mist, a road leading to the cliff was lifted.
And Song Yingxin stood there, whispering that such a young man was walking towards the great road for more than two thousand years, when the word "immortal" was first defined in the human world.
The boy standing under the umbrella almost trembled all over and his mind went blank. Holding the umbrella in his hand tightly, he looked at the countless water mist and the air current hidden deep in the water mist that made the white air in his divine sea tremble slightly. It seemed to come from the same source.
After a long time, the words Song Yingxin had been speaking slowly in the young man's ears finally became clear in meaning.
"... We are not sure whether those speculations of the Tiangong Division are necessarily correct. He may really die there. If you feel uneasy, you can go and take a look at him... "
Nan Dao spent a long time to calm down, then turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man beside him silently.
Song Yingxin just said softly.
"I can understand your mood. For more than two thousand years, any practitioner who hears such a thing will feel that it is like a fantasy."
The head of the Tiangong Department smiled very self-deprecatingly.
"Even ourselves, when we really discovered these things from the "Supplementary Records of the Human World" that the world can't understand, we were extremely frightened and had the idea that we were desecrating the Dao."
Those words were constantly ringing under the dome wall.
It's like gibbering under another sky.
It’s just that anywhere in the human world is naturally the human world.
This is a true story that exists in this world.
Perhaps many years from now, the world will talk about such a civilized process like this - it all started with the last Taoist walking in the world in Hangu Temple.
When Song Yingxin said this, a certain sword came out from the cliffs and fell into the hands of the world leader.
The sword is wrapped with white energy - this is a sight that the world has never seen before.
Such a sword does not come from the sky, from the mountains, or from the Sword Sect.
Just from the human world.
The head of the Tiangong Department quietly looked at the sword in his hand that was filled with "immortal energy" - the world is still uncertain, maybe everyone is a sword fairy.
“But this is the real possibility that exists in the midst of all impossibilities.”
Song Yingxin handed the sword to the young man.
This is not the sword that nailed a certain big demon from the Siwu Demon Mansion yesterday.
Nan Dao did not feel any residual demon blood and demon power on it.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that such a young man's mood becomes increasingly turbulent and difficult to calm down.
Nan Dao did not take the sword. He was silent for a long time and said softly: "Master Si..."
Song Yingxin raised his eyebrows and looked at this young man who seemed to be hesitant to speak.
The latter sighed deeply, and the Parrot Island behind him came out of its sheath with Xixue Sword Intent wrapped in it - the young man held his sword and looked at it for a long time.
"You make me feel that in front of you, we are like some uncivilized ancient remnants."
Song Yingxin laughed softly, took back the sword that he wanted the boy to take a closer look at, and said, "There is never just one river in the world, right?"
The young man was silent for a moment and nodded sincerely.
"Yes."
Therefore, whether it is Huangliang cultivating witches and ghosts, or the northern Dao Dao, or the current Heavenly Works Division, using the power of the world to forcefully create another path in the legacy of Li Queyi's speculation, it is reasonable.
They are also among the various rivers in the human world.
The story returns to the original words of Li Queyi.
Spinners and butchers are all cultivators.
"Senior sergeants hear the truth and practice it diligently." The young man looked at Song Yingxin deeply. "You are a staff sergeant."
Song Yingxin said softly: "It's not me, it's Tiangongsi. Tiangongsi has been around for a thousand years, but I'm only a century-old person."
The young man didn't say anything else, but he didn't go to the cliff on the other side along the hanging steps that hung in the world as if there was no place. He just turned around and went in the direction he came from.
Song Yingxin stood there and looked at the boy quietly.
"Aren't you going to take a look?"
The young man said calmly: "No need."
When the young man saw the overflowing fairy energy that he couldn't understand but had to understand, it naturally didn't matter whether he saw some things or not.
Nan Dao walked quietly on that road alone.
"Whenever you want to see my umbrella, you can tell me."
