It was the twenty-fifth day of the fifth month of the year one thousand and four in the Dafeng calendar.
The originally busy Tiangong Division gradually calmed down. The young man walked out of the yard holding an umbrella. When he looked quietly under the quiet dome walls with raindrops hanging down, he always felt that he was so busy in the past few days. Like an illusion.
Everything performs its duties and is in order.
It was exactly the same scene as what he saw when he came down.
But Song Yingxin still didn't find him.
No one came to tell me what happened to the story in the streets and alleys of Huaidu.
The young man stood silently in the narrow alley for a long time. In the end, he did not choose to go up and take a look, but turned back to the courtyard.
Yu Chaoyun was practicing quietly in the small pavilion in the courtyard.
Of course, practicing is boring, but sometimes waiting is even more boring, so practicing becomes wonderful and moving.
After seeing the young man come back in holding an umbrella, Yu Chaoyun dismissed Dao Yun and sat there very excitedly, leaning forward and looking at the young man.
"Uncle Master, I seem to be about to break through."
Nan Dao looked up at Yu Chaoyun with some surprise, and the latter continued: "After listening to my uncle's teachings that day, I gradually calmed down and found that this actually made me progress quite quickly - probably it was indeed quiet. Only then can the world be righteous."
Nan Dao looked at her silently for a long time, and then said seriously: "Congratulations."
The boy said congratulations seriously, but the girl's expression gradually became hesitant.
Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man standing in the yard holding an umbrella for a long time, thought about it, and asked, "Uncle, is there something on your mind?"
Nan Dao calmly walked towards the eaves of the courtyard, shook his head slightly and said, "It's nothing."
Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man and hesitated for a long time, but finally did not continue to ask.
After all, the young man is indeed both sparse and alienated.
Although the heavy rain above Sophora Capital not long ago had ended long ago, the slowly penetrating and dripping drizzle below Sophora Capital continued for a long time.
But Yu Chaoyun had no intention of asking any more, but the young man sitting in the corridor looked up at her after being silent for a long time and said, "Can you do me a favor?"
Yu Chaoyun looked at Nandao very strangely and asked, "What is Uncle Master going to do?"
Nan Dao hesitated for a while, and then said softly: "Help me go to the top and find out if anything big has happened in Huaidu recently."
The young man still didn't say what it was. Maybe there were some things that had different meanings when he said them himself and heard them in the world.
Yu Chaoyun's figure disappeared above the pavilion. After a while, the girl in Qingtian Taoist robe appeared in the courtyard, found an umbrella, and walked slowly along the courtyard road.
Nan Dao looked at Yu Chaoyun, thought for a while, and continued: "It's not convenient for me to leave the Tiangong Division. Maybe you can hear some news if you walk up the streets under the dome walls..."
As the young man spoke, his voice gradually dropped.
After a while, he said softly: "Forget it."
Yu Chaoyun was planning to go out. When he heard Nan Dao's words, he asked with some confusion: "Why forget it?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and just shook his head calmly.
But Yu Chaoyun seemed to understand something. He looked at Nan Dao and said seriously: "Uncle, please do me a favor."
Nan Dao raised his head and looked at Yu Chaoyun silently, and asked, "What are you busy with?"
Yu Chaoyun thought for a while and said, "When I come back, I will seriously evaluate the tea I made."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, but he breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Okay."
The girl from Qingtian Dao didn't say anything else. She held an umbrella and walked through the slowly floating rain curtains and walked out of the yard.
...
In fact, the rumors in the world still exist.
It's just that the people in Huaidu don't know how to say many things.
Everything started after that heavy rain. There are brave people who are not afraid of death. I actually saw the Lord Attendant in Siwu Square who was watching the rain dripping from the green eaves on the street outside the square. He asked that question casually. Speaking of.
The rain had just stopped at that time, and the people in Huaidu's depressed mood caused by the external images finally eased a little.
Someone saw the gentleman in white clothes holding a green umbrella.
Probably because of the instigation, I stood under the hanging street and shouted loudly that the water was in the bottle.
"Lord Attendant!"
Shui Zaiping looked down in surprise.
But he found out that he was just an unknown passerby in Huaidu whom he didn't know.
After a moment of silence, Shui Zaiping whispered, "What's the matter?"
The man probably didn't expect that Shui Zaiping would really respond to him, so he hesitated for a while. After a long time, until there were more and more people nearby, the man slowly asked: "Dali Temple is checking the verification process." Regarding the case of the death of the Minister of War, I heard that the incident may have been caused by the Chief Minister..."
The man hadn't finished asking his questions yet.
The servant of Huaido Gate answered him calmly.
"Yes."
For a moment, there was silence everywhere, and then there was boundless uproar.
Even if Tianyu and Dali Temple really grasped such a thing and refused to let it go, none of them had ever thought that such a thing was actually done by the Siwu Demon Mansion, and they probably never thought that this servant The people of CUHK really admitted such a thing.
People stopped and looked at each other, whispering, so that the streets and alleys were crowded.
Shui Zaiping looked at everyone quietly for a long time, and then walked down the long street calmly.
"The rain has stopped and let it go."
People made way to the Siwu Demon Mansion.
Someone was looking at the peaceful but lonely figure in white clothes from behind. He hesitated a little and continued to ask, "What about that young man?"
Water in the Bottle didn't answer.
Even if his heart was broken, he still didn't want to answer such a question.
Yes or no, it seems to be a mistake.
So leave everything to silence.
It is worth mentioning that the person who asked the question was named Gu and was a waiter in a noodle restaurant in the south of the city.
The wind never ends, the rain never ends.
Those sudden and noisy voices fell silent after the man outside Siwufang actually answered.
When people looked at the quiet Siwu Demon Mansion and Heavenly Prison, they suddenly understood what they were waiting for - waiting for His Majesty's return.
In a place like the Siwu Demon Mansion and a person like the servant, naturally only Your Majesty is qualified to make a decision.
When Yu Chaoyun, a girl from Qingtian Dao who held a very delicate little umbrella made by the Tiangong Division, walked onto the Huaido Human World under the dome wall, she saw some very ordinary and peaceful stories.
People came and went as if nothing had happened, and it was even much calmer than when I came with You Chunshan.
Yu Chaoyun raised her head and looked at the stone dome above her head in amazement - after all, she came in a hurry that night, and neither she nor You Chunshan probably took a closer look at the appearance of this human world.
While the girl looked at the dome wall, she listened very seriously to what the passers-by said.
Unfortunately, those streets and alleys that have sunk under Sophora Capital often regard the dome wall as the reason for the night sky. Yu Chaoyun did not hear anything useful. Most of them were just casual chats from people passing by occasionally, such as whose family has been raising them for several years. The dog gave birth to a litter of puppies or something.
Yu Chaoyun walked for a while, and then stopped on the street. He raised his head and looked at the overturned dome walls for a long time. For such a girl, those stone dome walls that carried the transformation of Sophora Capital were naturally very novel. s things.
How does the sky turn into the earth, how does the rain and fog turn into the clear stream?
What exactly is the Great Dao, and where does the human world come from?
Yu Chaoyun looked a little distracted.
Then at a certain moment, the skylight in the world seemed to have broken the melon shell and fell downwards like a heavy rain.
Yu Chaoyun looked at that scene in a daze.
The dome wall cracked, lights flowed, and then poured down, the extremely gorgeous twilight.
Yu Chaoyun felt like a person who had lived in a pumpkin all his life. One day—perhaps today, a hard-working farmer would pick a melon at dusk and split it open with a knife, and everything except the pumpkin would disappear. All spilled in.
Maybe the true meaning of life is in the pumpkin.
Yu Chaoyun raised his head amidst the roaring sounds of the machines and silently looked at the picture of human twilight flowing like a cliff.
Streets and alleys are sinking, and some are rising, as if they are going to welcome the feast of today's twilight.
Yu Chaoyun, who was holding the small umbrella with the Tiangong Division's exquisite mechanism, was standing on the split pumpkin before he could recover.
The girl from Qingtian Dao stood on the street where the dusk suddenly became clear and brilliant. She couldn't calm down for a long time and said in amazement: "It's so spectacular!"
The girl was just sighing to herself, but she didn't expect that someone on the side would respond to it.
"yes."
Those two short words contained extremely rich emotions.
Yu Chaoyun turned his head curiously and found that it was a man wearing black clothes.
The girl from Qingtian Dao probably asked in confusion: "Don't you people in Heavenly Prison often see things like this? Why are you still so surprised?"
The man in black clothes stood on the street and said slowly: "Do you like dusk?"
Yu Chaoyun didn't know why he would ask such a question. He hesitated a little and said, "It's okay."
The man raised his head and looked at Tian Muliu quietly, and said softly: "So who in the world would say that they are tired of seeing this gorgeous and supreme night view?"
So of course I will always love it and I will always be amazed.
Yu Chaoyun nodded thoughtfully, and then the Qingtian Dao girl looked at the man in surprise.
"I thought you people in Heavenly Hell were all sullen and inhumane..."
Yu Chaoyun stopped mid-sentence.
After all, before that, she and You Chunshan had never met such a gentle-looking and smiling prison master Liu Qinghe.
The man didn't say anything, neither objected nor agreed. He just stood there quietly, watching the sunset and the prosperous world with the girl from Qingtian Road.
After a long time, Yu Chaoyun finally remembered the purpose of coming here to take a look. After hesitating a little, he looked at the man in black clothes who seemed to be very gentle and ordinary, and asked softly: "Has anything big happened in Huaidu recently? ?”
The man turned his head and glanced at Yu Chaoyun, then turned back.
Yu Chaoyun thought he wouldn't say anything, but he didn't expect this man to say very calmly: "There is no big deal, and it will be over soon if there is a big deal. You can go back and tell the young man who is hiding that if you have some leisure time, you can come Look up at dusk.”
Yu Chaoyun stood there in a daze. It seemed that he had never said those things. How could this man from Heavenly Prison know?
But before Yu Chaoyun could ask this question, the man had already taken steps, slowly walking along the long streets where the sunlight was hanging down, and walking quietly forward.
That feeling reminded Yu Chaoyun of his father.
It was a small courtyard near Qingtian Road. After a busy day, my father would leisurely move a stool in the courtyard and sit with his legs crossed.
Although the two shapes are different, after all, one is walking and the other is sitting.
But their looks are so similar.
Yu Chaoyun hesitated for a long time, but decided to go back and tell such a young man that there was a sloping alley going downward not far away. Although Yu Chaoyun was not familiar with Huaidu, it did not affect her judgment that that was the way to Huaidu. Bottom of the road.
All the way through the alley, the pouring twilight turned into a drizzle again.
Yu Chaoyun turned around reluctantly and crossed the upward alley, looking there for a long time.
...
You Chunshan couldn't remember how he came to such a place.
This is a platform between cliffs covered with rain and fog.
There seemed to be a very transparent, glass-like thing above the head, as if someone had cut off a piece of the extremely distant sky and covered it on this platform.
He opened his eyes and lay there silently, looking at the glass barriers with a lot of rainwater snaking down above.
I just thought about it for a long time and still can't remember what happened.
All the memories only stop at a certain man from the Tiangong Division who took him to such a remote cliff.
Then what?
The mind of this young man from Donghai was still very confused. He vaguely remembered that the man named Song Yingxin seemed to have said something, but he couldn't remember anything.
You Chunshan tried to sit up.
It's just that the muscles in his body don't work, as if he has nothing else except this head.
This couldn't help but make him nervous.
Is it true that I only have one head left?
Then certain words crashed into his mind like a deer accidentally breaking into a deep forest.
Cold bone syndrome.
The limbs atrophy until respiratory failure.
You Chunshan stayed there.
He finally remembered something more.
For example, someone asks him to make a choice.
For example, I stepped on the curling mist and walked on a lonely hanging road for a long time, and finally came to such a cliff.
Then he saw a certain old man with a solemn expression.
Of course not some old fairy.
He was just a serious-looking doctor from the Tiangong Department.
Atractylodes.
You Chunshan remembered the doctor's name.
Of course, it wasn't just that I saw it then, You Chunshan also saw it now.
The old doctor named Bai Shu came in with many strange utensils, such as a very delicate knife with a cold light, a very rough and barbaric axe, and many more that You Chunshan couldn't even name. Something to come.
You Chunshan tilted his head and saw many bamboo houses not far away, with many officials from the Tiangong Department busy inside.
Such a picture could not help but make this young man from the East China Sea feel nervous.
After all, no matter how you look at it, it looks like you are going to cut yourself into pieces and then eat them.
Bai Shu seemed to see something in the eyes of the young man who was stiff and could not move. He told him very calmly that when Li Asan, the empress of Huai'an, had his heart dug out, he was then used as a weapon by someone with a sword. The needle and thread sewed the story back together for him.
You Chunshan listened to that story with great fear.
Baizhu held those instruments in a very ordinary way, such as the rough and barbaric axe.
"This is for cutting your head open."
And that delicate knife.
"This is for cutting your flesh."
Bai Zhu put down all those things and then spoke calmly.
"Of course, we'll sew it up for you eventually."
Such frightening words, coupled with the old doctor's calm expression, always reminded You Chunshan of some weird stories he heard in Donghai Town when he was a child.
After Bai Shu, the seemingly cold-blooded and ruthless old doctor, finished speaking those things, he knelt down beside You Chunshan very upright and looked at him solemnly.
"Of course, before that, I still need you to confirm again..."
Bai Zhu said softly.
"Do you really want to choose this?"
You Chunshan fell silent.
Bai Zhu's voice was still ringing in his ears.
"If you want to say no, just blink."
You Chunshan lay there silently until tears burst down his face - of course he was not crying with excitement, but if he kept his eyes open for too long, tears would inevitably flow out.
Of course, this young man from the East China Sea also understands many things. He knows that when he walks through many hanging roads, he knows that there are some things that there is no way to regret.
Everything fell, and he could only move forward.
only.
Just my stupid old doctor.
How long do you want me to keep my eyes open?
You Chunshan thought rather melancholy, tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes - or maybe those wet things were not just because his eyes were opened for too long.
Of course Bai Zhu knew it.
But the old doctor still knelt down beside the young man in silence, watching him hold on until his eyes were red and refusing to blink, so he sighed.
"I see."
So the officials who had been preparing outside finally came in with many things.
There are extremely large and heavy utensils, and there are also extremely delicate and tiny things.
Of course You Chunshan couldn't understand what it was.
The cliffs where the white air overflowed were very peaceful, but You Chunshan seemed to hear many noisy sounds - that kind of trance-like thoughts made him feel as if he was experiencing some kind of strange, yet familiar new life. .
He really had an ax smashed into his head.
The chiseling made stars appear in his eyes, and the chiseling made him confused.
It was as if some miraculous creation of heaven and earth were chopping away at its own life.
Only in this way can light come in.
