Yu Chaoyun wore a green robe and stood in the corridor quietly looking up at the rain falling from the dome wall. He saw the young uncle carrying a sword and holding an umbrella, slowly walking back from outside the courtyard.
The boy's face was not very good-looking, but not ugly either. It was as if he suddenly went out and saw something surprising and couldn't let it go for a long time.
Yu Chaoyun looked at him very curiously. When the young man came, he couldn't help but ask: "Where did Uncle Master go just now?"
Nan Dao raised his head and glanced at Yu Chaoyun, walked towards the corridor, and said softly: "I went to find You Chunshan."
Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man in surprise, thought for a moment and asked, "Then have you found him?"
Nandao stopped quietly under the eaves. Perhaps such a young man should stand in the rain to look more harmonious - instead of standing under the eaves with an umbrella, looking over the edge and over the umbrella-like eaves. Sky.
The young man hesitated for a long time, but still did not tell the stories about You Chunshan.
Not only because Song Yingxin said that it was the secret of Tiangong Division.
Perhaps it was also because of those words that You Chunshan might live or die.
It was an uncertain thing, and the young man probably didn't know how to talk about it.
Nan Dao didn't speak, and Yu Chaoyun didn't ask any questions, but just stood there melancholy.
After a long time, Nan Dao said softly: "I didn't see it, but I asked the head of the Tiangong Department and he may have to wait for a long time."
The young man cleverly answered by seeing rather than finding.
After all, he did not see such a young man from Donghai.
Nan Dao raised his head and looked at Yu Chaoyun, but stopped what he originally wanted to say.
He actually wanted Yu Chaoyun to return to Qingtian Road.
After all, for such a young girl, it might be a cruel thing to see the young man from Donghai who made her feel so pitiful die like this in the Tiangong Division.
But halfway through the words, Nan Dao thought of You Chunshan again.
So what about You Chunshan?
The young man thought so.
He might not stay in the Tiangong Division for a long time. He didn't know how the story of Huaidu, which could not be heard below, would turn out. Maybe in the end, neither the Tiangong Division nor the Heavenly Prison would be able to keep him.
Of course You Chunshan will die.
But if he really made it through and walked out of such a cliff, but no one could see him, wouldn't it be a regrettable thing?
Nan Dao said nothing in the end.
Yu Chaoyun didn't know why the young man was silent for so long, but she didn't think much about it. She just thought that the young man was a little regretful for not seeing her grand master nephew.
The girl from Qingtian Dao sighed softly and said: "It doesn't matter. At least I am sure that he is still in Tiangong Division, which is already good, uncle. Besides, the person who asked him to come to Tiangong Division is His Majesty. , What reason does your Majesty have to harm such a person?"
Nan Dao nodded silently, then sat down on the edge of the corridor, took the parrot island from behind and put it on his knees.
The rain is pouring above Sophora Capital, but in the human world below Sophora Capital, the rain is somewhat cold and light, just pattering on the eaves and drenching the flowers and plants.
Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man who seemed to be refining his sword spirit, and then remembered what Yu Chaoyun said back then. He looked at him curiously and asked, "Is there something under Uncle Master's umbrella?"
Nan Dao was not surprised by Yu Chaoyun's question, and he had no so-called offended mentality.
If you see someone holding an umbrella all day long, you will probably ask, such as, are you a mushroom?
So Nan Dao answered calmly: "Yes."
Maybe he was answering what was under Yu Chaoyun's umbrella, or maybe he was responding to the self-deprecating question he thought.
Yu Chaoyun did not continue to ask. After all, one cannot ask too much about weird things that cannot be understood.
But when the Qingtian Dao girl looked at the sword intent gradually overflowing around the young man on the corridor, she felt a little shocked, and asked hesitantly: "Uncle Master's sword intent seems to be stronger than yesterday. "
Nan Dao looked down at the slightly unsheathed Yiaozhou, stretched out his hand to push it into the sheath, and said softly: "After all, we are always the ones in front."
Yu Chaoyun looked at the young master uncle with some confusion, not knowing what this sentence meant.
...
Sword cultivators in the human world like to visit Mojian Cliff.
It has been like this for thousands of years.
As the saying goes, "The mountains stand tall and the scenery stops." Although we can't reach it, our heart yearns for it.
Being able to see some sword intentions like that is naturally a very good thing for sword cultivators in the world.
But for the young man, what he saw today was like seeing another Sword-Modding Cliff in the human world.
That feeling may be somewhat similar to the feeling of standing under a high cliff, or it may be somewhat different.
After all, that high cliff is indeed walking in front of and above the world.
But the practice world is ahead of Tiangongsi.
This was probably the reason why the young man said such words with his sharp sword intent.
Song Yingxin could actually guess what such a young man was thinking when he saw those things.
Although the head of the Tiangong Department said very modestly that he was only a century-old man, he actually still had a lot of pride in his heart.
This is reasonable and should be done.
Song Yingxin stood in front of the Tiangong Office that had existed for thousands of years. He looked really small. Such an office was the result of the joint efforts of dozens of generations over the course of thousands of years.
Just like what his father, who was once a minor official in the Tiangong Department, thought when he gave him such a name.
The world should be new.
Over hundreds of years, what can be seen should always be different.
...
Shui Zaiping left Heavenly Prison, holding the small green umbrella, and walked quietly in the rainy streets of Huaidu.
Such a sudden and torrential rain made it impossible for people in the world to see the face of a man in white through their blurred vision.
Naturally, they never knew that amidst all the hustle and bustle in the world, someone once drank tea quietly in the Pear Blossom Courtyard of Heaven Prison.
The owner of the Siwu Demon Mansion, as a servant at the door, quietly walked northward with an umbrella.
Until they stopped at the palace with a history of more than a thousand years - after the establishment of the Gale Dynasty, there was no major renovation of the palace. The great human demon from Qiushui directly inherited it from Li Asan. This royal palace has been passed down.
The history of Huaidu is naturally inferior to that of Huangliang, where there once was Kyoto named Ying in ancient times.
During the reign of the Ghost Emperor, this place was burned down until it was rebuilt during the reign of Emperor Ming and Emperor Huai.
The long street leading to the palace that people once saw thousands of years ago can still be seen by people thousands of years later - but only at certain times. After all, today's Sophora Capital is much larger than it was back then, and it has become richer in levels.
This was about the time when the Lord Attendant was holding an umbrella and standing on the road to the palace.
The long street, which is ancient but also glowing with newness in the rain, quietly leads directly to the palace.
Shui Zaiping held an umbrella and stood there quietly, looking at the palace city.
After such a long stay, some passers-by who happened to pass by him finally recognized such a gentleman.
But no one asked, nor did they dare to ask, what on earth was the Lord Attendant thinking about.
"Do you feel very sorry for the ending of some stories?"
A very young and gentle voice appeared next to the water bottle.
The owner of the Siwu Demon Mansion's originally somewhat scattered eyes suddenly condensed, and he turned to look at the Taoist who had appeared in the rain that seemed to be endless.
The Taoist's smile was gentle. Such a word always reminded people of Liu Qinghe, who always smiled harmlessly.
But that smile was different.
The smile on the face of a Lord of Hell who needs the world to look up to him in a literal sense, and a Taoist who is about the same height as the world, still have different feelings after all.
There is also a Taoist in the world who likes to wear such a smile.
People who watch mountains and rivers will always smile like this if they don't fall out.
Chen Qingshan is like this, and Li Shi is like this.
Probably only the white-clothed sword cultivator who defected from his master's school midway and went to the Human Sword Sect smiled differently.
Shui Zaiping had naturally seen the Taoist beside him.
When His Majesty was celebrating his birthday, naturally many of the Taoist heroes from the north had been to Huaidu.
For example, Liu Sanyue, such as Li Shi.
Shui Zaiping looked at the Taoist next to him quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Sometimes it is difficult for me to connect you with the peaceful young man back then, Li Shi."
Li Shi smiled slightly and said: "How could I have ever thought that the Lord Attendant would sometimes be as chilling as the Sophora Emperor back then?"
In Cong Ren's words, maybe this is what the world will always change, and so will people.
The world is sometimes cold, and so are people.
I have to admit that when this Shanheguan Taoist appeared, he was very clever.
If Shui Zaiping had not been to the Heavenly Prison, then the moment Li Shi appeared, the Lord Attendant of Huaidu would not have given the Shanheguan Taoist a chance to speak.
It was just like what Liu Qinghe thought when he looked at the back of the water bottle in the pear flower courtyard.
The Lord Attendant's heart was broken.
He has heard about Tao before, and maybe he has practiced Tao, but even if he has not practiced Tao, it doesn't matter.
Spinners and butchers are all cultivators.
Naturally, they are all Taoist minds.
So when Shui Zaiping looked at Li Shi who was smiling gently, he seemed to have forgotten the storms that such a Taoist had caused in the world. He just stood there sluggishly for a long time, watching the man in the rain who bought a new umbrella. The living Taoist.
Shui looked at the bottle for a long time, then turned his head and said slowly: "Emperor Huai is the eternal emperor. It is difficult to judge his merits and demerits. How can I be compared with such a person?"
Even though such an emperor once really destroyed the River Styx, it made the world realize one thing for the first time, that is, the world is the whole world above and below the River Styx.
This is naturally a difficult person to evaluate.
Li Shi chuckled softly and said honestly: "Indeed, after all, he is His Majesty, and you are just the Lord Attendant."
When Shui Zaiping heard this, he sneered and said, "Shanheguan's hand seems to be stretching longer and longer."
"I just feel that the Lord Attendant does not necessarily want to wrong me."
Li Shi's smile remained unchanged. He stood under the newly bought umbrella and looked for a long time at the palace gate at the end of the avenue in the distance, where the locust trees were like rain and the showers were like forests.
"The world is the world of the human world. Whoever comes to sit and guard it will naturally be the same. An emperor who sits on the ground all day long and wants to become an immortal, why should the Lord Attendant be so nostalgic?"
Shui Zaiping turned his head, looked at Li Shi quietly, and said lightly: "Then why don't you come and sit?"
Li Shi said calmly: "This junior is not worthy."
"In today's world, apart from Your Majesty, no one is worthy of it."
Shui Zaiping turned his head back and said extremely calmly.
Li Shi looked at the water in the bottle quietly, sighed softly and said: "In this case, it is natural that Li Shi made a mistake..."
As these words fell into the water-logged long street, Shui Zaiping's expression suddenly changed, and a demonic force instantly surrounded him.
Under the impact of those demonic powers, the Taoist still smiled gently, but he had raised his hand in front of him. Under the Taoist robe of Shanheguan, countless Taoist texts flew out, scattering to the world like countless golden butterflies in the rain.
Shui Zaiping may not have thought that his Taoist heart was broken and he was unsettled, so he never thought of taking action against such a Taoist, but this young Taoist from Shanheguan took the initiative to attack.
The gentleman in white clothes narrowed his eyes, stood under the green umbrella, and looked quietly at the Taoist not far away in the rain.
"How many years have you been practicing?"
Li Shi said sincerely: "Fourteen years."
Although Chen Qingshan also called Senior Brother Li Shi.
It's just that for such a Taoist, the age of cultivation is actually similar to that of Zhang Xiaoyu.
The two are also similar in age.
Shui Zaiping said softly: "Yes, fourteen years. But even Bai Fengyu, who had practiced for fourteen years, might not dare to do something to me. How could you dare?"
A hundred years of human life, natural time is an extremely important thing.
Li Shi may indeed be the most talented person among the contemporary Taoists.
He was just a young Taoist who had just started not to deceive the human world. Naturally, he would not be the opponent of a thousand-year-old demon like Shui Zaiping.
Li Shi smiled slightly, but did not answer this question, nor did he launch those powerful mountain and river techniques. He just turned his palm into a finger and sent one finger forward.
"Your Excellency, please."
The art of mountains and rivers has not yet been revealed.
But for such a Taoist temple, the most proud thing is naturally that extremely ordinary finger.
Mountains and rivers point at one finger.
Shui Zaiping sneered, stood under the umbrella, waved his hand and poured out the demonic power before leaving.
The figure of the Taoist suddenly came over, and the charm of the mountain and river and the moonlight demonic power of those ancient roads instantly intersected at one place.
But at that moment, the sneer on Shuizun Ping's face instantly turned into a look of extreme surprise.
The finger from Shanhe View, at the moment when it intersected with those demonic powers, burst out an extremely sharp sense of fragmentation.
It's like it's not a finger, but a sword.
The waiter in white under the green umbrella, after being surprised, finally saw the Taoist's finger clearly.
That is naturally the mountain and river finger of Shanhe Guan.
It's just that this refers to both.
If they refer to a single finger together, they are naturally almost the same.
It's just that sometimes, combined fingers can have advantages that single fingers cannot match.
For example, you can hold something in it.
That finger instantly broke through the mighty demonic power that shouldn't have been broken, and appeared in front of Shui Zaiping.
Shui Zaiping stared blankly at the Taoist's long and powerful fingers - there was a white hair between his fingers.
The meaning of cutting everything apart comes from that white hair.
Who in the world with white hair can have such amazing sword power?
Water in a bottle can only think of one person.
Liuyun Sword Sect, Chen Yunxi.
Therefore, the reason why the Taoist dared to attack such a master of the Siwu Demon Mansion in Huaidu was naturally very clear.
...
On the slanted platform in the distance, the faces of the sword cultivators from the Human Sword Sect suddenly changed at that moment.
Taoists are hidden in the wind and rain, so naturally they are sometimes invisible.
It's just that the intention of a sword like that is naturally impossible to hide.
Shan Zhaoshui and Zhong Saoxue, the two six-layer cultivators, both looked in the direction of Miyagi with stern expressions.
The belated Tao Yun in the wind and rain was finally discovered by these sword cultivators.
Behind the two men came several sword cultivators again, some were old or extremely young. Although the sword intent of those people was overflowing, to the sword cultivators, at a glance, it felt like they were seeing the edge of a sword.
Of course, it is impossible for the Human Sword Sect to only have a nine-fold sword cultivator like Xie Chunxue.
"Mountains and rivers point at one finger."
Someone said softly.
"And the Liuyun Sword Sect's sword intent."
"Chen Yunxi."
Some things, once they appear, are naturally extremely distinct.
Shan Zhaoshui looked solemnly, looked at the senior brothers and asked slowly: "So why do these things appear in Huaidu?"
Someone took the sword behind him and stood on the high platform. The name on the sword had long been obliterated, but some sounds could be vaguely heard.
Great sound and sound.
That was a certain Sword Sect disciple from three hundred years ago.
Nanmen Qingyu.
A sword cultivator in the Nine Layers of the Great Dao, in the Sword Cliff Green Lotus Realm.
"It may not be important why you came, but what is important is what you are doing."
"The water in the bottle seems to be going in that direction."
All the sword cultivators fell silent.
Of course, they are also uninvited guests to Huaidu.
However, after all, human stories are always different.
There was a faint sound of sword intent on the slanting platform, and those sword cultivators might indeed have some thoughts on taking action.
But in the end it fell silent.
Nanmen Qingyu put away his sword and sat down in the rain again.
This is certainly not something they would like to see in the world.
only.
Of course, the people from Huaidu will solve the problems in Huaidu.
...
The Shanhe finger holding the white hair of a certain fifteen-fold sword cultivator was cut off.
A tall man, who looked like a big ape or a tall black cliff, appeared in the rain on this wide and long street.
Li Shi looked quietly at the man in black who raised his hand and caught the sword forcefully. The white hair in his hand was broken, just like the long sword collapsed.
The Taoist raised his head slightly and looked at the man with the same gentle smile.
The black-robed man's sword intent was as deep as the sea, like an ancient swordsman whose name should not be buried.
"Everyone in the world really underestimates the prison master."
The Taoist still had a smile on his face, and as he said this, the rhyme dispersed all over the street, and his figure gradually faded away.
Shui Zaiping stood under the green umbrella, silently looking at the back of the man in front of him.
That is the Lord of Hell.
Liu Qinghe.
