After staying in the Tiangong Division for a long time, Nan Dao finally discovered it.
In fact, not only the underground world, but also the deeper Tiangong Division can know the changes in the sky in the human world.
Not only the last roaring sounds of the machine in the day, but also at a certain time, like a sudden glimpse, you can see the brief and rapid twilight of the world pouring down for a moment.
Those Tiangong officials who live underground all year round may distinguish the years in this way.
Nan Dao sat there, thinking very seriously as he watched the fleeting dusk rain and mist turn back into a stone dome with hanging fire and water.
But after experiencing some stories, the young man felt that he took it for granted.
Just like the widely circulated folk legend of Donggong Empress making big cakes, the big cakes are piled up like a mountain.
Of course it is difficult for people to imagine things they have not seen.
All imaginations are traceable.
Nan Dao didn't know if Tiangongsi had its own more accurate way of recording time, so he could only think that they, like him, looked at the sky to identify the years.
Even Huaidu's daily operation is precisely fine-tuned by the Tiangong Division. How can they not know the time?
Nan Dao looked at this underground world with a solemn expression.
The words he said to Song Yingxin back then were naturally extremely sincere.
Especially at this moment.
He is indeed a barbaric and uncivilized man.
It's a frog in the well, but it's also a farewell in the countryside.
When the young man was thinking this, Yu Chaoyun, who was walking and thinking, held an umbrella and pushed open the courtyard door, then stood there very strangely for a long time, and then said softly: "I met a very strange person, Uncle Master. "
Nan Dao came back to his senses and looked at Yu Chaoyun.
While the latter was thinking, he came towards the courtyard and slowly talked about the person he saw on the streets of Huadu.
The young man remained silent for a long time.
Yu Chaoyun looked at Nan Dao's silent and solemn expression with some curiosity.
"Does Uncle Master know such a person?"
Nan Dao sat under the umbrella for a long time, and then said softly: "Not only do I know him, but you should also know him."
Yu Chaoyun was a little surprised about Nan Dao.
The young man raised his head and said slowly: "That is His Majesty Kamigawa."
Yu Chaoyun was stunned.
When the young man was at the foot of Mojian Cliff, he had a brief encounter with the human emperor.
At that time, the young man was very sincere and said that Donghai had finished playing with such things.
So the emperor simply left the high cliff.
It's just that some people, once you've met them once, are hard to forget.
Even a few words from others can make that person's face and figure appear subconsciously in your mind.
After a long time, the girl from Qingtian Road said in amazement: "So that's really His Majesty?"
After all, she isn't stupid either.
Some things naturally have some kind of guess that you can't determine.
Even if that person looks like an ordinary middle-aged man walking in his yard at dusk.
But from a certain perspective.
The human world is of course His Majesty’s own courtyard.
Nan Dao didn't speak, just sat there for a long time.
Yu Chaoyun finally remembered what happened to the young man and said seriously: "Since His Majesty has said so, does that mean you can leave the Tiangong Division and return to the human world above?"
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, thinking about what Mei Xiyu and Liu Qinghe had said to him, and then said softly: "Maybe so."
Yu Chaoyun felt a little melancholy. After all, if the young man left, he would be the only one here with the wooden sword waiting for the young man from Donghai to treat the disease.
But the boy didn't make any movement, he just sat there quietly.
Yu Chaoyun waited for a long time and looked at him in confusion: "Uncle, why don't you go up and have a look? Your Majesty has already said that you should go up and see the sun. If it is late, you may not be able to see it."
When you come to the human world, you want to see the sun.
Although His Majesty said to look at dusk, there is probably no difference - the sunset is infinitely better, after all, it is near dusk.
This girl from the Qingtian Dao probably really likes the breathtaking scenery brought about by such a vast city in the sudden changes. At this point, she finally understood that a certain uncle named Liu Sanyue was leaving Qingtian said no, he wanted to come to Huaidu and be a minister of the Ministry of War.
after all.
Just like His Majesty said.
Who can say that they are tired of watching dusk?
Nan Dao still just sat there.
"You haven't made the tea yet."
Yu Chaoyun was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered what he had said casually before. After a long time, he laughed and said, "Uncle, wait a moment."
Nan Dao nodded and sat there quietly.
In the dusk after a grand storm calms down, there are naturally trade-offs with a certain promised agreement.
Of course, there is no solution to both problems.
For example, a boy and a girl go to the long street in the world, look at the dusk, and drink some tea.
It's just that the relationship between the two is probably not suitable for doing such a thing.
After all, he is not a real uncle and nephew.
The Qingtian Dao girl who made the tea was probably very serious indeed. It took a long time before she came out with the tea under her umbrella, and placed it piously in front of the young man who was sitting quietly on the corridor with his sword in hand.
"Uncle, please."
Nan Dao picked up the cup of wolfberry tea, and the girl stood aside expectantly. Nan Dao just drank the cup of tea quietly. After finishing it, he looked at Yu Chaoyun sincerely.
"taste not good."
The expression of the Qingtian Dao girl instantly became sad.
The young man probably did have some kindness to repay with hatred.
It's just that he just told the truth.
After all, at the beginning, what Yu Chaoyun said was to give her a taste, but to praise her.
If you just say nice things in the face of everything, then what things in the world are meaningful?
"Uncle Master!"
Yu Chaoyun stood on the edge of the corridor holding the umbrella very melancholy, looking up at the corner of the eaves.
"You are indeed not a likable person."
After Nan Dao left a small town in the East China Sea, he rarely smiled. But now, listening to the words of this Qingtian Dao girl, he laughed softly.
He put the cup in his hand aside, put the sword on his knees behind his back, and stood on the corridor with an umbrella. He smiled and said, "Yes, I also know that there are many people in the world who really don't like it." I, like senior, like junior brother. They prefer Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan."
Yu Chaoyun turned around and looked at the young man blankly, reflecting on whether he had said the wrong thing.
But the young man just looked at the rainy and foggy Tiangong Siya and said softly.
"But it's enough that you like it."
My whole heart is toward me.
After drinking the tea, the young man said something and walked into the rain calmly.
Maybe you can catch a glimpse of the twilight.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t catch up.
There is still night in the world, and the end of a story that a certain boy wants to see with his own eyes.
...
Song Yingxin was not in Kaiwuyamen.
The young man held an umbrella and walked through the alley. He knocked on the door of the courtyard for a long time, but no one opened the door.
After all, Song Yingxin brought him here, and the young man thought about saying hello to him before leaving - although this was not a story of never coming back.
But since the head of the Tiangong Department, who had suddenly become invisible, was not here, the young man naturally had no choice but to leave alone.
As he walked up the long truncated street in the drizzle, Nan Dao was surprised to see a very familiar figure.
Xu Chunhua.
To be fair, Nan Dao didn't feel that he had a deep connection with this small town girl.
The intersection between the two lies in someone who has left and is suffering from the cold in the wind and snow.
Therefore, Nan Dao was indeed a little surprised when he saw the small town girl who was looking hesitantly.
The small town girl probably forgot that it was raining below Huaidu, so she forgot to bring an umbrella and was hiding from the rain under the eaves of the street in embarrassment.
In the rainy and foggy world, the boy holding an umbrella is extremely gregarious.
So even though Xu Chunhua looked around for a long time, she didn't notice that the young man had walked nearby holding an umbrella.
"Why are you here?"
Nan Dao asked, looking at Xu Chunhua who was still looking in the opposite direction.
The sudden sound startled the small town girl. She turned around hastily and saw that the boy who had disappeared after a night filled with demonic blood appeared in front of her intact. Xu Chunhua was instantly surprised. look.
"So you're really fine."
The small town girl was visibly relieved.
Even though Mei Xiyu had talked to Xu Chunhua several times, nothing would happen to this boy. However, this small town girl was still a little worried after all, so she hesitated to run when Huaidu gradually calmed down. Came near the Tiangong Division - this was what Mei Xiyu told her. The Taoist who had been very decadent after a trip to the Siwu Demon Mansion, after the heavy rain stopped, looked at Huai in surprise. He has been living in this world for a long time, and he probably never imagined that some stories would really end like this.
The expected desperate counterattack by the Siwu Demon Mansion never came.
The man named Lin Erliang who once appeared in the courtyard and his story were not disclosed by the Lord Attendant.
He knew that people from Heavenly Prison had been to Siwu Demon Mansion, and then the Lord Attendant went to Heavenly Prison.
But he didn't know what Liu Qinghe and Shui Zaiping said.
As everyone can see.
The servant frankly admitted the murder of the Minister of War, and the Siwu Demon Mansion temporarily withdrew from the rule of the demon clan. The servant may not have been out for a long time.
Until now, Nan Dao still doesn't know how those stories have changed, so when faced with Xu Chunhua's exclamation, he just nodded slightly and said, "There is no danger."
Xu Chunhua stood under the eaves and looked at the young man with a relaxed smile, and said: "It's best if nothing happens. I saw a girl from Qingtian Dao walking out from below, and I wanted to ask her, but... I didn’t expect that just when the Sophora Capital was changing, she would be lifted up the long street right in front of me. I originally thought I might not get any answers today, but I didn’t expect you to come out as well.”
Nan Dao stood quietly and listened.
Xu Chunhua probably breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise she wouldn't have been talking for such a long time.
Xu Chunhua was still talking there: "Maybe Xiyu did not lie to me, and Qingtian Dao is indeed helping you..."
Nandao was so quiet that it became a little silent.
After a long time, he looked at the small town girl and asked, "Are you familiar with Senior Brother Mei?"
Xu Chunhua was not surprised by the boy's question. On the contrary, she took it for granted.
It seemed as if those rambling things were just to pave the way for the young man to ask such a question.
Xu Chunhua looked at the boy seriously and said, "We were originally going to get married this year."
Nan Dao stood there in a daze, suddenly thinking of the young man sitting in the Tianyan car who broke through the Heavenly Prison and left in a dashing way.
He suddenly couldn't understand what Chen He was doing.
Just suddenly I remembered something again.
So, the source of some stories actually lies in yourself?
Nan Dao thought about what he said when he suddenly saw such a Taoist in Huaidu, and also recalled the last time in the Heavenly Prison, Mei Xiyu said that he no longer cares about such a letter to himself.
Many things seemed to become clear in an instant.
The young man was silent for a long time, then looked at the small town girl standing under the eaves, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry."
Xu Chunhua looked at Nan Dao in confusion, as if she didn't understand why this young man suddenly said such a thing.
After a moment, the small-town girl who thought she understood something said seriously: "I know you misunderstood my relationship with Chen He, and maybe that's not really a misunderstanding..."
The young man interrupted Xu Chunhua's words in a low voice.
"No, I mean..."
Nan Dao stopped mid-sentence and looked at the street in the distance.
There was a Taoist holding a small white umbrella walking quietly towards this side in the rain.
The sword cultivator's hands are very steady, and similarly, the sword cultivator's eyes are also very good.
At the same level, old sword cultivators are not as good as mature sword cultivators. Naturally, this is because old age and blurred vision do have a big impact.
So the young man clearly saw the meaning on the face of the Taoist who was walking under the dome wall with hanging fire and rain.
So he stopped talking, just smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing, this is a very good thing."
Xu Chunhua looked at the boy strangely.
Mei Xiyu walked to such a roof with an umbrella, looked at the young man and said sincerely: "It seems you are fine."
Nan Dao saluted seriously.
"Thank you for taking care of me, senior brother."
Such a Taoist man naturally helped the young man a lot in his story in Huaidu.
From the very beginning, the Minister of War, to the night in the streets.
That sentence that has been said twice, draw the sword, and the world will know, it is naturally extremely sincere.
Mei Xiyu nodded slightly, then looked at Xu Chunhua aside, and said with some reproach, "Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"
This small-town girl wearing a floral skirt said with a slight smile: "I forgot that it rains down there in Sophora City."
Nan Dao just looked at the small town girl quietly.
Even during the less than a month that the young man has been in Huaidu, he knows that the bottom of Huaidu is more humid, and the stone dome walls are often soaked with rainwater.
How could Xu Chunhua not know?
So probably not only to let the boy ask some questions, but also to let the boy see something.
Only then could this small-town girl finally come out from some stories honestly and open her door to the hut where Baimei Xiyu lived.
Mei Xiyu handed the umbrella in his hand to Xu Chunhua, then looked at her and said, "You go back first, junior brother and I still have something to talk about."
Xu Chunhua nodded, took the umbrella, and walked quietly down the long street in the drizzle.
Nan Dao stood under the eaves, looking for a long time at the retreating figure of the girl wearing a floral skirt holding a small white umbrella, with a somewhat complicated expression.
Mei Xiyu also looked at the woman's figure there. After a long time, he said softly: "I remembered later that in fact, the young man named Chen He invited me to have a drink."
Nan Dao turned to look at Mei Xiyu. The young man heard something a little unclear.
Naturally, only those who have stayed in the town will know the stories in the town.
It's just that although the young man didn't know the details of some of the stories, he was still caught in the fate of the two stories by coincidence.
He didn't know whether he should apologize to Chen He or Mei Xiyu.
So I just stood there melancholy.
After a long time, he said softly: "I never thought that my letter would bring such a regrettable story."
Mei Xiyu said calmly: "This is not your problem."
The Taoist stood there for a long time and said softly: "It's not just Xu Chunhua's story."
The young man fell silent.
Mei Xiyu turned her head, looked at the young man and said slowly: "Qingtian Dao can be your friend."
Nan Dao raised his head and looked at the Taoist in surprise, not knowing what such a sentence meant.
The Taoist looked at the young man quietly and also looked at the young man's umbrella.
"But you have to promise me something."
Nan Dao seemed to understand something.
The Taoist's voice was very gentle.
"No matter what, don't let go of your umbrella."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time and said softly: "I think words like friends should not come with conditions."
"That's unrealistic." Mei Xiyu said calmly. "People live in the human world with conditions. You must abide by the laws of the world and give up part of your freedom. The human world is not unique to one person. All spirits coexist and share it."
Nan Dao looked at the Qingtian Daoist quietly.
"good."
Mei Xiyu smiled slightly, and then walked away into the rain.
"Your Majesty has returned. Perhaps tonight or tomorrow, the story of the Siwu Demon Mansion will have a conclusion. You can go and see. I know that it is extremely regrettable that I cannot do something myself."
The Taoist looked back at the boy in the rain.
"But it's an inevitable part of life."
Nan Dao said softly: "I know, senior brother."
Of course the young man knew it, otherwise he wouldn't have cooperated with Tian Yu to do those things.
The rain in Meixi went away quietly.
The young man stood there for a long time, his thoughts probably a little complicated and messy.
Maybe it’s because of the story of Xu Chunhua and Chen He.
Maybe it’s because of the story of Shui Zai Ping and the young man himself and Lingnan.
