It is of course not uncommon for a drunkard to become obsessed with drinking.
The people from Dali Temple took Zhu Congwen away and imprisoned him. Of course, they didn't really want to take action against such a scholar.
It's just that someone started a group with Dahuang Xingyun, and his level 5 wisdom flashed and he joined the group.
The death of the Minister of War did not last long, but the past few days were overshadowed by the battle between Heavenly Prison and Siwu Demon Mansion.
Now, with the revelations of some investigations in the Heavenly Prison, such a story has naturally returned to the world's attention.
As for Dali Temple's next actions, they couldn't help but think about those things.
Many people from the Siwu Demon Mansion were taken to Dali Temple.
In contrast, the Siwu Demon Mansion, which was supposed to fight back against the Heavenly Prison, suddenly fell silent after that.
Just like those vague denials from Heaven Prison are extremely reasonable and well-founded.
However, as some stories leaked out in the court, the Lord Attendant had long since left the Dafeng Dynasty to decide on the central matter, and it was finally heard by the world.
For a while, people gradually became bolder when faced with the Siwu Demon Mansion that was inseparable from the death of the Minister of War.
Yu Qingnian, the Minister of Dali Temple, was naturally a little melancholy when he listened to the discussions on the streets in the rain at noon.
It's not that I don't want to hear that kind of sound, I just don't want to hear such a sound near Dali Temple.
After all, he is still the current Lord Attendant.
Your Majesty has not come back, and even Heavenly Prison has no right to deal with such a person.
Unless there is a mutiny.
But if Huaidu wanted to mutiny, such a thing would have already happened while the Minister of War was still there.
Instead of delaying until now.
Zhu Congwen was imprisoned in Dali Temple Prison and talked endlessly about many things in the past.
He didn't know how many times the people in Dali Temple had to hear it before they could believe that the stories he told were indeed true and that he was just a scholar who was innocently involved.
After finally dealing with the interrogations from the Criminal Department and Dali Temple, Zhu Congwen could finally stay quietly for a while.
But before the scholar had rested in prison for long, the officials from Dali Temple came again.
Fortunately, this time it is not a trial.
They also brought someone with them.
Gu Xiaoer holds a bowl of noodles that scholars love to eat in an insulated food box.
After sending away the strange noodle-eating Taoist, Gu Xiaoer thought for a while, dried his clothes, carefully poured down a bowl of noodles, packed it up, and headed towards Dali Temple.
Eating noodles in an alley and eating noodles in a prison always have different meanings.
Zhu Congwen looked at Gu Xiaoer who sat down outside the prison and was opening the food box and pouring the noodles and soup together. He said with some melancholy: "I didn't expect that you would come to give it to me, Brother Gu." Give me some noodles.”
Gu Xiaoer put the noodles there and stirred them, then handed the noodles in and said seriously: "Because I thought about it, eating a bowl of noodles like that in the evening always makes people feel like they have been decapitated. The rice is the same, it’s so unlucky.”
Zhu Congwen took the bowl of noodles. Although it was raining heavily, it was not the coldest month of winter after all. The bowl of noodles was not cold yet. When the scholar thought that it was not cold, Gu Xiaoer also made him think a little wildly. Good thing, if the noodles are not cold, then you are not cold either.
The noodles were not only not cold, but also not lumpy. After all, Gu Xiaoer considered that Dali Temple was far away from the noodle shop, so the noodles were separated from the soup.
The scholar was very moved as he ate the bowl of noodles, but he also said in a puzzled tone: "Does it mean that eating a bowl of noodles like this in prison doesn't feel like decapitated rice?"
Gu Xiaoer said sincerely: "Of course it doesn't count, because I will bring you noodles to eat later."
Zhu Congwen ate noodles and drank soup, thought for a while, and said, "How's it going outside?"
It's already afternoon now.
The wind in the world has been blowing for a long time.
Naturally, we should have some idea of what the trend is.
When Gu Xiaoer heard this, he fell silent, looked at Zhu Congwen silently for a long time, and then said softly: "You can eat noodles first."
So Zhu Congwen had already guessed a lot of things.
The Lord Attendant may indeed be helpless.
There was only the dull sound of eating noodles in this cell.
Zhu Congwen finished the bowl of noodles in silence, then put the bowl aside and sat there cross-legged, silently looking at Gu Xiaoer outside the cell.
Gu Xiaoer thought for a long time, and then said softly: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. After all, you have done nothing illegal and have no charges. Even if the Lord Attendant really falls, you will not be severely punished." Harsh punishment."
Gu Xiaoer thought for a long time, and the scholar was silent for a long time, and then sighed and said: "Of course I also know that I can't die. Even if it is me who is sitting in the prison now, not him. It's just..."
Zhu Congwen looked at Gu Xiaoer sincerely.
"To tell you very realistically, I am just worried that in the future, because of such an incident, the trajectory of my life will be changed. You also know that I am involved with a gentleman who the world would like to see fall. Relationships, at the end of the day, are not a good thing – I don’t want to literally have to be a waiter in a noodle shop for the rest of my life. I’m just worried about my future.”
Gu Xiaoer fell silent.
For a person who has been a waiter all his life, such words may indeed be a bit hurtful.
But for such a scholar who studied hard since childhood and was born in Xuanxuyuan, if he could only be a waiter, it would probably be equally hurtful.
Although it may not be a false claim to have such a great talent, I have never opened my arms in my life.
But after all, it is a great regret for the word scholar.
Just like the scholar in Huangliang.
In the story of the spiritual world, the scholar named Qingxuanxu is certainly a man of destiny, but in the story of the human world, he is probably just a person who desperately desires fame.
Gu Xiaoer was silent for a long time, and finally said nothing, just sighed for a long time.
The noodle shop waiter actually wanted to ask the scholar why he went to Siwu Demon Mansion for the second time, but he just got here and there was no need to ask.
He once thought that if he picked up ten thousand taels of gold on the road, he would have enough confidence to talk openly to the girl in his heart.
Gu Xiaoer put away the noodle bowls, picked up the food box, stood up, and looked at the scholar for a long time. But at this time, he really couldn't say anything useful to comfort him, so he walked out of the prison. , walked halfway, stopped again, looked back at the scholar and murmured for a long time, and then said softly: "I will bring you some noodles tomorrow."
This was probably Gu Xiaoer's comfort.
Zhu Congwen smiled softly and said, "Okay."
...
"It is undeniable that before you showed up, I really wanted to go to the Tiangong Division."
Water is in the bottle holding a green umbrella, standing in the long street, quietly looking at Liu Qinghe holding an umbrella in the rain.
Under the palace, there is indeed such a vast and huge office.
The water bottle appeared here, naturally, not only to take a look at this palace city.
The white-haired sword between his fingers easily broke through Shui Zaiping's demon power, but it was not even able to blow the black robe of the Lord of Hell.
Everything was silent in those sword intentions that were as deep as the sea.
Like the wind blowing into the wind.
Liu Qinghe just smiled slightly and said: "Even if you go to the Tiangong Division, there will be nothing you can do. On the contrary, if you really make some noise in the Tiangong Division, you will be in trouble."
The Lord of Heavenly Hell looked calm and did not address him as Lord Attendant.
"You will be the biggest sinner in the world for the next thousand years."
Shui Zaiping silently looked at an alley in the distance that was sloping downwards in the misty rain. After passing there, it was the hanging street going downwards. After passing there, there was a different paradise in the world.
Maybe it's another fate.
It's a pity that the arrival of such a Taoist changed many things.
It is not just the human being who underestimates such a lord of heaven and hell.
The same goes for water in a bottle.
The Lord Attendant said nothing more. He stood there in silence for a long time, and then said softly: "The story is indeed over here."
Liu Qinghe smiled warmly and said: "Maybe, but maybe not yet. I gave you a story to let you prove yourself."
Shui Zaiping looked at Liu Qinghe in surprise, but the latter said nothing, just turned around and left in the rain.
After walking a long way, I seemed to remember something again. I looked back at the misty and blurry bluish-white color in the rain.
"It's still clouds in the sky and water in bottles?"
The Lord Attendant just said softly: "Yes."
Clouds are in the sky.
The water is still in the bottle.
Water in the bottle held an umbrella and looked there quietly for a long time.
The story of the human world may indeed be in a hurry. It was already afternoon, and the Lord Attendant still saw the adults returning from the palace meeting with sad faces.
The ministers of various ministries and ministers in the Ling Zhongshu Ling and the ministers in the court probably never thought that they would see water in bottles here.
Although everyone knows some of the stories, it's just that the water in the bottle is still the servant.
So everyone came over anyway, greeted him with water in the bottle, and left.
Shui Zaiping returned the greetings to everyone with a calm expression. When they were about to leave, the Lord Attendant said something calmly in the rain.
"Huang Liang will retreat this time and will not come across Daze again. Next, Huaian only needs to be careful about the rebellious Xuansheyuan and the demon clan in the world."
The right minister, who was temporarily the Minister of War, turned around and looked at the minister in the rain in surprise.
Naturally, everyone didn't know why Shuizi Ping would suddenly talk about such a thing here.
They may have thought that after the servant left the palace, he no longer cared about these human affairs.
It’s just that in many stories, naturally this is not the case.
The servants and servants will naturally always be His Majesty’s servants and servants.
The Siwu Demon Mansion will always be the Siwu Demon Mansion of Huaian.
No matter how paranoid Shui Zai Ping is about the things of a young man like that, it's just that this servant who talks about the moonlight falling and thousands of years in the world will naturally not pay attention to those things.
Shangshu Ling, who was about sixty years old, frowned and looked at the water in the bottle, and said in a deep voice: "Why is the Lord Attendant so sure?"
Shui Zaiping stood there calmly, perhaps remembering something that a Taoist priest said before. The white-clothed demon said seriously: "Because the human world belongs to the world. Hanchan has no reason to continue. Doing some really stupid things."
The group was silent for a long time. The Minister of Civil Affairs looked deeply at the water bottle and said slowly: "What about the Lord Attendant?"
Water in the bottle held an umbrella and left calmly.
"Of course I didn't either."
Some stories, of course, are enough.
...
Maybe the Tiangong Department is also very busy.
The young man sat quietly in the courtyard all afternoon, but he did not see the head of the Tiangong Department who was originally somewhat interested in saying that he wanted to come and take a look at his umbrella.
It was as if such a thing was suddenly forgotten.
The young man vaguely felt that it might be related to such a Taoist who suddenly appeared.
But what exactly is everything? After all, the young man has no knowledge of many things, so naturally he can't guess anything.
Even if the Snow Sword first became famous in the world, the young man would still be submerged in the tide.
This world is changing too fast.
Even if a young man is straight to the point, it is difficult to follow the footsteps of such people.
After rejecting Yu Chaoyun's sincere offer of wolfberry tea several times, the young man had to tactfully express his preference for drinking, and then he finally settled down in the yard and meditated to practice.
Until a certain moment, the Parrot Island behind him suddenly unsheathed, and under the confused gazes of Yu Chaoyun and Nan Dao, he paraded in the yard with Xixue's sword intent.
The two of them were very surprised and looked up at the stone dome walls.
Fire hangs in the world, and rain falls in the world.
The lights that dimly illuminated this underground human world, at that moment, seemed to be blown by the strong wind, constantly swaying.
That was the moment when a certain white-haired sword spirit appeared on the streets of Huaidu.
Yu Chaoyun was confused and frightened, remembering the time when he was in Qingtian Dao.
At a certain moment, she also felt such a sword intention.
Although it was also fleeting, the heart palpitations were naturally hard to forget for this Taoist cultivator girl who had left the border.
She didn't know where such sword intent came from.
But the boy next to him seemed to know something.
There are three swords in the world, and the young man has seen two of them.
This is actually a very strange thing.
Even after thousands of years, few sword cultivators in the world have seen three swordsmen at the same time.
Those who can see Congren can hardly see Kamigawa.
vice versa.
The moment those sword intentions appeared, the young man instantly realized who the sword intentions that even people like them could detect came from.
Probably only Chen Yunxi.
The young man raised his head and quietly looked at the lights on the dome wall that gradually subsided for a long time, and then raised his hand to call back to Parrot Island.
This sword from Caoweiying Sword Lake is indeed much better than the young man's own Peach Blossom Sword.
After all, that is the real sword of Mo Jian Cliff.
Even the current master of the cliff, the young female gentleman, in a sense, cannot be regarded as sharpening the sword of the cliff.
Yu Chaoyun's eyes fell on the young man's sword. He gradually recovered from the surprise and looked at the young man's sword in amazement.
"Uncle Master, this sword should be very powerful."
This is certainly not flattery.
In fact, although the sword was suddenly unsheathed in those sword intentions, it was not a sign of panic.
On the contrary, there was a sense of excitement in the sound of the sword.
Nan Dao didn't look proud, he just calmly returned the sword to its sheath.
"This is not my sword."
The young man looked at the sword in his hand quietly and said softly: "Maybe this is a sword given to me by a certain senior to tell the world something."
In fact, Nan Dao has never called Cao Weiying-senpai.
When he first met the young man in Qingshang who was walking leisurely in the spring breeze town, Nan Dao always regarded him as a peer. Even though he had many guesses and understandings later, he never called him senior. Just say that grass is firefly.
The young man in Qingshang was naturally happy to do so.
After all, the boy under the umbrella is annoying.
But when talking to outsiders, Nan Dao still refers to him as "senior".
Yu Chaoyun asked curiously: "Senior? Is it Senior Cong Ren?"
The young man shook his head and had no intention of explaining.
"Then what is he going to tell the world?"
Nan Dao lowered his head and pressed his sword, and said calmly: "It's nothing."
Yu Chaoyun didn't ask any more questions.
Everyone should have their own secrets as a matter of course.
The Qingtian Dao girl looked up again at the dome walls with lights streaming down her face, and said softly: "I don't know what happened above Huaidu."
Of course Nandao doesn’t know either.
It was just another destiny that was cut off by the Taoist.
The young man didn't know that the story about Huaidu was almost over.
...
Song Yingxin didn't have time to find the boy.
After the Taoist named Qin Chulai from Qingtian Dao left, the Tiangong Division became busy.
Among the office offices that crowded the alleys, there were officials who were sorting out various records and documents. Of course, what Song Yingxin said was extremely serious. Of course, the Tiangong Division was not just about organization, but all-inclusive. The Si Yamen.
Those officials really moved out all the related records that had been recorded in the autumn rain of that day in the past twenty years.
All the offices on the stone platform temporarily stopped their original work and devoted themselves to identifying the vast sea of information.
But it was so detailed that a certain family in Luming cooked a dish in the heavy snow.
Song Yingxin silently looked at the record that recorded the bowl of celery and yellow beef fried by a certain family.
In a land where deer roar all day long in the wind and snow, things like yellow beef are naturally rare.
But this probably isn't anything suspicious.
After all, it’s not Chinese New Year, so you can still eat dumplings.
The head of the Tiangong Department tiredly put down the documents in his hand, took off his kettle, and sat there with his eyebrows pinched.
Suddenly, someone hurried over outside the hospital, bypassed the piled records, and stopped in front of Song Yingxin's desk.
"Sir, there seems to be something fishy here."
Song Yingxin, who had planned to take a rest, had to put on his girdle again, and then took the booklet handed over by the official.
It was a gift list for the birthday of Demon Emperor Kamikawa eleven years ago.
It records the list of congratulatory gifts sent from various cities and places of practice in the world at that time.
Song Yingxin was silent for a long time. He opened the book and saw a name circled by officials.
The head of the Tiangong Department looked at that name for a long time and gradually narrowed his eyes.
