The dusk faded, and the night fell into the human world, but it was extremely fragmented by the lights rising everywhere in the human world.
Shui Zaiping stood in the courtyard of Siwu Demon Mansion. The table where he and Mei Xiyu drank that day was still there, and the somewhat sparse night fell there.
The waiter in white stood by the pool and looked at the night quietly for a long time. Then he walked to the low table, sat down there, picked up the pot of cold wine on the table, and poured himself a glass. He drank in silence for a while, and then called his servants.
"Where's Qian Yu?"
This big demon in the demon mansion seems to be a bit mysterious recently.
Shui Zaiping probably finally realized this.
The man hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "I haven't seen Master Qinyu for several days..."
Shui Zaiping raised his eyebrows and sat there quietly, looking at the wine glass in his hand. After a while, he said calmly: "I know."
The servant didn't leave, he just stood there with a bow.
Shui Zaiping turned to look at him and said, "Is there anything else?"
The man was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I seem to have heard some news today, saying that... His Majesty has returned."
Shui Zai was still sitting calmly in the bottle, drinking the wine in the glass, and said lightly: "Of course His Majesty is coming back. This is naturally a good thing."
The servant of the Siwu Demon Mansion suddenly knelt down with a plop and lay in the courtyard with tears in his eyes. He choked and said: "I am willing to follow the adults and go through fire and water..."
Shui Zaiping looked at the little demon from the Demon Mansion very calmly.
"You shouldn't follow me through fire and water."
The waiter in white was drinking wine and looking at the night moon and lights in the world.
"But Your Majesty."
The servant knelt there crying and crying.
The sound of water in the bottle is as calm as a pool of cold water.
"Siwu Demon Mansion will have a new master in the future. But there will only be one Your Majesty in the world. Get up."
The servant didn't get up, but just knelt there for a long time.
Shui Zaiping looked at the man and laughed softly. He took a sip from the wine glass, then put down the wine glass and stood up. He walked to the man and said slowly: "So where is Qin Yu?"
The man seemed to be in great grief, and also seemed to be extremely excited, kneeling there, trembling all over, and saying intermittently: "...in Miyagi...over Miyagi."
Shui Zaiping sighed deeply, passed the man and walked to the edge of the pool. He lowered his head and looked at himself in the pool illuminated by the bright moon, and then arranged his clothes very seriously.
Until meticulous, until generous.
The Siwu Demon Mansion is extremely quiet tonight.
When Shui Zaiping walked in those gardens, people from the demon clan were kneeling on both sides.
The waiter in white didn't say anything, he just walked through them calmly. Until he stopped in front of the huge door.
Shui Zaiping seemed to suddenly remember something. He looked up at the sky where the bright moon and stars were flowing down together, and said softly: "Where is my umbrella?"
The people in the Demon Mansion were silent for a long time, and then someone silently took the green umbrella from the water bottle.
Shui Zaiping looked at the umbrella in his hand quietly, perhaps still thinking about such a young man. After a long time, he said calmly: "Let's go."
...
In fact, it is rare to see the Lord of Hell walking with people in the court in the human world.
But tonight, on a high-hanging street somewhere in Sophora Capital, next to Liu Baiyuan, who was dressed in black robes, stood the adult from Zhongshu Province.
Menxiazhongshu has always been the position of prime minister and assistant in the Dafeng Dynasty.
Before Shui Zaiping was a disciple of the Siwu Demon Mansion, the decision-making power of many things in the world had always been in the hands of Zhongshu Ling.
The governance of Shangshu Province can be traced back to the time of Huai'an in the previous dynasty.
The fifty-year-old Zhongshu Ling, while looking at the lights flowing in the night, was also surprised to see the Huaido Great Ape next to him who always had a gentle smile.
"I thought the prison master would go to see your majesty today."
Liu Qinghe chuckled softly and said: "Of course I have a long time to come, so why rush? The story ends tonight, and it's not too late to see you tomorrow."
When Zhongshu Ling heard this, he understood what Liu Qinghe meant. He looked in the direction of Siwu Demon Mansion with some melancholy, and said softly: "Tianyu really thinks that the Lord Shizhong is still loyal to His Majesty. ?”
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said: "Master Zhongshu Ling should know better than me about this kind of thing, right?"
Zhongshu Ling suddenly turned to look at Liu Qinghe and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean, Lord Prisoner?"
Liu Qinghe chuckled and said: "During the thousand years of the Dafeng Dynasty, there have been some very unique official positions. For example, a certain official minister five hundred years ago once held the post of Ping Zhangshi, the junior high school secretary of the same sect. Huaidu The three provinces and the ministers are naturally in name only, and only the left and right servants have some real power, but the second province of Zhongshu, under the disciple, has always been at the highest decision-making center in the world."
The tall prison master looked at the Zhongshu Ling and said softly: "Although the Siwu Demon Mansion was very prosperous for a while, how did the Zhongshu Ling ever withdraw from the center of power?"
The Zhongshu Ling stood there silently and said softly: "It turns out that the prison master actually knows many things better than anyone else."
Liu Qinghe turned back to face the rather fierce May Sword Wind blowing in his face.
"After all, the predecessor of Heavenly Prison was the Ghost Suppression Division."
The so-called suppressing ghosts is naturally different from suppressing demons.
Back then, Huangliang suppressed the demon division in order to suppress the demon clan in the world, but the ghost division was never for the ghosts of the Styx, but for the ghosts in the hearts of the world.
Zhongshu Ling remained silent for a long time.
Liu Qinghe said softly: "Actually, the rumors released in the human world are false. Heavenly Prison has never found such an intersection between the Siwu Demon Mansion and many things."
The Lord of Hell slowly took out a case file from under his large black robe.
When Zhong Shuling saw such a thing, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"But unfortunately, we found something related to Lord Zhongshu Ling."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said: "The Siwu Demon Mansion has a big tree that attracts the wind. They probably know that the Heavenly Prison will always pay attention to them, so they have not done many things personally. This indeed made the investigation of the Heavenly Prison and the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Punishment for a time It’s an impasse.”
Liu Qinghe did not hand the case file to Mr. Zhongshu Ling, but placed it calmly on the street guardrail, causing some noise in the night wind.
Zhong Shuling turned his head, then sighed softly, and said slowly: "Yes."
After a long time, the Lord continued: "Actually, His Majesty returned to the capital today, and when I received the invitation from the Prison Master immediately, I had already guessed a lot of things."
Liu Qinghe looked at him and said, "But you're still here."
Zhongshu Ling gave a wry smile and said, "I can't think of coming. But what if I don't come?"
Probably no one in Huaidu could refuse the invitation from Heaven Prison.
This place was extremely high above the ground, and the sound of the wind gradually fell silent above the high and sharp hanging street.
Pedestrians walked past the two of them in a hurry or leisurely.
They may know Liu Qinghe, but they may not know this Lord Zhongshu Ling who is wearing ordinary clothes.
After all, the world really only knows about the Siwu Demon Mansion and the gentleman in white.
After a long time, Liu Qinghe slowly said: "Although people like Emperor Huai are at the pinnacle of human emperors, they will inevitably end up with a lifetime of infamy. This has been done by our predecessors, so why do we need to do such a tragic thing again?" matter?"
Zhongshu Ling smiled softly and said: "Isn't it possible that the prison master doesn't know that what has happened before will happen again? Be more decisive and sharp. For the human world, it will certainly bring short-term pain, but it will save for a long time. Hidden dangers may not overturn the building. We naturally admit that Tiangongsi already has the strength and confidence to coexist with the spiritual world, but that is still not enough. In the world of great unity, only the power of the emperor is higher than everything else in the world. At that time, Huang Liang Zuocheng It is foolish to want to decentralize power in human affairs. A force like the Human Sword Sect that separatizes the south and can almost compete with Huaidu will naturally become a disaster in the human world in the long run. I don’t believe the story on the oblique platform, Lord Prisoner I’ve never had a sleepless night.”
Liu Qinghe turned to look in the direction of the oblique platform and said softly: "That's natural."
Those sword cultivators who sit with their swords in hand and watch the moon have always been the most troublesome thing in Heaven Prison.
So at the beginning, the prison master also tried to test the attitude of those sword cultivators through the incident under the young man's umbrella.
Zhongshu Ling continued: "It's just that Mr. Shizhong and I probably never thought that there would be an organization like Chapter 19 that suddenly emerged in the world. They act more decisively than us. In a sense, it is actually a success." My Lord Attendant and I.”
Li Shi and Zhang Xiaoyu, two Taoists from Shanhe Temple, are extremely sincere in breaking the pattern of the world.
Liu Qinghe looked at Zhongshu Ling quietly, and then said slowly: "You don't believe His Majesty so much?"
Zhongshu Ling said calmly: "It is because we are willing to believe in His Majesty that we do such things."
Liu Qinghe let out a long sigh and said, "It makes sense."
I believe that Your Majesty is a wise king and will be generous and decisive in taking care of His Majesty's world.
The Zhongshu Ling didn't say anything else. The cause and effect of such a story had naturally been clearly stated.
After a long time, Liu Qinghe slowly opened the case file placed on the guardrail.
Surprisingly, it was empty, with nothing inside.
"I have to admit that Mr. Zhongshu Ling is indeed very cautious. Many things are done without leakage. The world has never heard a single rumor. It is probably difficult for the world to remember that there is actually someone in the court who can compete with Mr. Shizhong. Zhongshu Order of joint resolution.”
Liu Qinghe quietly flipped through the case file, handed it to Zhongshu Ling, and said softly: "Actually, Heavenly Prison also found nothing about Mr. Zhongshu Ling."
Zhongshu Ling silently took the blank case file, then let out a long sigh and said, "Actually, it probably doesn't matter anymore whether there is or not. There are always suspected crimes in Heavenly Prison. This is the biggest evidence."
Liu Qinghe stood on the hanging street with his hands behind his hands, looked down at the streets and alleys of Huadu under the hanging street, and said calmly: "Yes."
Below there is a young man walking quietly holding an umbrella, perhaps rushing to see the end of some stories.
Zhong Shuling probably also saw such a young man. After a long time, he said softly: "Can I have a name?"
Liu Qinghe was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "This is a story that the world has never heard. Whether it has a name or not, it probably doesn't matter."
The Zhongshu Ling said nothing more. The fifty-year-old man was probably still in good health, so he easily climbed up the hanging street guardrail and opened his arms, like a big black tree in the night. Bird, however, turned back and looked at Liu Qinghe seriously, thought for a while, and said, "Do you think it would scare him if I fell from here?"
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows, looked down again, and then said sincerely: "Probably."
So the big black bird suddenly passed through the streets and alleys, and hit the ground together with the overflowing lights.
...
The young man was indeed startled when such a person suddenly fell from the hanging street and landed in front of him with a heavy blow, causing his head to be bruised and bloody, and his flesh and blood to be mutilated.
The young man even subconsciously wanted to pull out the Peach Blossom Sword behind him.
It's just that the man seemed to have nothing, so he simply died there, with a large area of blood as intense as a spring flower slowly flowing out from under the body.
The young man silently raised his hand to wipe the blood that had splashed on the umbrella ribs, then raised his head and, like all the frightened people, looked towards the upper floors of the hanging street.
A man in black robes was leaning against the railing.
The young man was silent for a long time, then lowered his head and looked at the corpse.
Probably to prevent the young man from remembering him, or perhaps to scare the young man, the man landed on his face, so when someone turned the man over in panic, he only saw a bloody, almost flat face. Shattered face.
It was probably just like those conversations on the hanging street.
Of course the world recognizes the Lord Attendant.
But I don’t know Master Zhongshu Ling.
So it really doesn't matter whether you have a name or not.
The young man watched in silence for a long time, then held up his umbrella and continued to move forward.
...
After Zhongshu Ling made a mistake and fell from the hanging street, another adult came here, lying on the guardrail, squinting and looking around for a long time before looking up at Liu Qinghe. Said: "Who fell just now?"
Liu Qinghe looked at the head of the Tiangong Department and said with regret: "No one, just a passerby who made a mistake."
Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe silently and said, "Are passers-by not human beings?"
Liu Qinghe smiled softly and said, "So you see I am sighing sincerely."
Song Yingxin sighed melancholy and said, "Forget it, I can't control what your hell is going to do anyway."
Liu Qinghe just smiled slightly, looked at Song Yingxin and said, "What are you doing here in Huaidu? To meet His Majesty?"
Song Yingxin nodded, and then said slowly: "It's just that it seems that tonight's story is not prepared for me, so I probably need to wait."
Liu Qinghe looked quietly in the direction of Miyagi and said nothing.
Song Yingxin looked at the night for a long time, which was probably not peaceful tonight. It was difficult to calm down with the sword light on the slanting platform, and the same was true for the streets and alleys of Huadu.
"I seem to suddenly understand why you asked me to give that Yi's Bow to Qing Yu."
Liu Qinghe chuckled softly and said: "After all, he is water in the bottle, and he is indeed not a treacherous person. Since he is always going to die, it is better to die innocently."
Song Yingxin sighed and said: "It is true. If the Lord Attendant really died like this, he would probably be hated by the world for a long time. But if the Siwu Demon Mansion rebelled, Shui Zaiping chose to die to prove it. , it can always leave some suspense for the world to solve. But do you think that if His Majesty knew that I gave Dayi's Bow to the Siwu Demon Mansion, would we both be in bad luck?"
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Yingxin, and said with some surprise: "Did you really give it to me?"
Song Yingxin snorted coldly and said: "Of course I won't really give it to him. This is a story that may fall to Huaidu. How could I really give it to him? I gave him a very good and big bow, and I also gave it to him. A sword with strong immortal energy, and then told him that this is the bow of Dayi. Anyway..."
Liu Qinghe chuckled and said: "Anyway, no one in the world has seen Dayi's bow."
Fish cannot escape from the abyss, and the sharp weapons of the country cannot be shown to others.
Song Yingxin stood sadly in the night wind and said softly: "The storm in Huaidu is indeed coming to an end, but it may not be the case in the human world."
Liu Qinghe looked at Song Yingxin for a long time, and then asked: "So what did you find?"
Song Yingxin said softly: "Do you still remember His Majesty's birthday eleven years ago?"
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows.
Song Yingxin was about to continue speaking, but he stopped talking with a strange look on his face and looked at the world in surprise.
Liu Qinghe also looked at that place, and then gradually narrowed his eyes.
In the streets and alleys of Huaidu, there are many great demons from the Siwu Demon Mansion, heading towards the palace city, as if they are echoing the uneasy sword intentions on the slanted platform high above Huaidu.
And at the end of this hanging street, there is a big demon in white holding a green umbrella, slowly coming there.
Liu Qinghe turned his head and looked at the water bottle coming towards him, then suddenly sighed and said slowly: "Why bother, Sir?"
Shui Zaiping stopped not far from the hanging street, looked at Liu Qinghe with a smile and said: "Prison Master's kindness, I have accepted it. It's just..."
The waiter in white stood under the umbrella, turned his head, and quietly looked down at Sophora Capital, which looked like a vast picture of a mountain with flowers in full bloom.
"It's just that in the human world for thousands of years, it doesn't matter whether the water in the bottle is innocent or not."
Shui Zai Ping smiled slightly, turned around, and headed towards the palace city, riding on the wind of the bright moon high in the sky.
"Today, the Siwu Demon Mansion rebelled, and the servants of Huaidu Gate poured water into the bottle, intending to seek the throne."
Liu Qinghe and Song Yingxin both stood there in silence, watching the big demon in white slowly walk away.
"So he died."
Water in the bottle said.
Song Yingxin was silent for a long time and said melancholy: "When did he change his mind?"
Liu Qinghe thought seriously for a long time, looked at the umbrella held by the white man, and then said as if he had just woken up from a dream: "It was probably when he held the umbrella."
