People don't know what happened after the Siwu Demon Mansion that night.
When the young man under the umbrella learned that the human sword cultivators who had been staying on the Huaidu Inclined Platform for several months had disappeared without a trace overnight, he also showed a very strange expression.
Of course Yu Chaoyun didn't know these things. This Qingtian Dao girl was just practicing quietly in the Tiangong Division, and rarely went out as often as a young man like that.
Of course, the young man's mood was depressed. The death of the Lord Attendant not only buried a thorn in the hearts of the world, but also buried a thorn in the young man's heart.
It's a pity that there is no one in Huaidu who can let the young man express his inner feelings. So the young man sometimes left the Tiangong Division, holding an umbrella and looking at the prosperous streets and alleys for a long time, but he didn't really go for a walk in the capital, but just returned to the stone dome walls again. Sitting on the side of the broken street, I quietly looked at the busy office workers below.
I heard that Huai is very busy. After all, the affairs of the Minister, the Secretary, and the Ministry of War need to be handled properly.
It's just that such a thing probably has nothing to do with the Tiangong Division.
The Heavenly Prison has been alienated from the court, and the Tiangong Division is further away than the Heavenly Prison.
Even if, as Liu Qinghe said, the head of the Tiangong Department will be the most powerful person in the next thousand years, after all, at present, everything is probably still gathering strength.
The standard of civilization in such a bureaucracy is already much higher than that of the human world, but it will take a long time to confirm and implement it.
At the end of May, when the twilight of a certain place in the world fell instantly and was instantly covered by those dome walls, the young man finally waited for the invitation from the head of the Tiangong Department.
The young man held his own umbrella and carried his sword on his back, and walked on the rising road. Together with the Tiangong official who came to find him, he headed towards the yamen below.
The head of the Tiangong Division, who finally got out of some stories, was waiting in the Tiangong Yamen at the bottom of those Si Yamen.
Kaiwu Yamen is the office of Song Yingxin, and Tiangong Yamen can be seen from the name. This is the most basic and fundamental Yamen of Tiangong Division. Places such as Guanxing Yamen and Imperial Physician Yamen often come from thousands of years of history. Incorporate.
This is a huge office located in the center of Tiangong Sizheng. It covers an extremely large area, and above it are many platforms that carry many civil offices.
When Nan Dao came here with the officials, there were already many Huaidu master craftsmen waiting outside the government office together with Song Yingxin.
The young man held the umbrella and looked at the crowd. Many emotions arose in his heart, and he held the umbrella and bowed.
"I have met you sirs."
Song Yingxin smiled softly and waved his hand, saying: "No need to be polite, the department was a little busy the past few days, but I made you wait a little longer. We should apologize to you."
Before Nan Dao could say anything, a very eager craftsman was already looking at the young man's umbrella with ardent eyes.
"I wonder if you, young hero, could give me your umbrella so that I can take a closer look?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, then bowed again and said seriously: "You can't leave this umbrella without me, I'm sorry."
If the young man had never seen those swords filled with immortal energy, he might not be so polite.
Such a human bureaucracy indeed brought a lot of shock to the young man.
The man didn't force it, he just sighed.
Song Yingxin said with a smile: "We have prepared a courtyard for you in Tiangong Yazhong. During these days, we will trouble you to stay here temporarily."
Nan Dao frowned slightly, but did not refuse. He just asked seriously: "I wonder how long I will stay here?"
Song Yingxin pondered for a while and said: "One month at most. If the Tiangong Division cannot find anything from this umbrella within one month, you can leave freely at that time."
Nan Dao breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Okay."
Song Yingxin smiled, pushed aside the craftsmen, and led the young man towards the depths of Tiangong Yamen.
The young man was walking on the road holding an umbrella, looking around at the many unknown mechanical objects on both sides that were either huge or exquisite.
Song Yingxin introduced many things to the young man very sincerely.
Nan Dao actually saw a very ancient sword-making place in such a bureau.
There are many sword cultivators in the world, so it is not unusual for a place to forge swords.
But for the young man, it was probably still a bit surprising to see such a thing in such a yamen.
Song Yingxin probably guessed what the young man was thinking after looking at the sword-making department for a long time, but he said seriously: "New ones are not necessarily good. The swords of the world's swordsmiths all come out of the sword-making furnace. Such an ancient The craftsmanship naturally has its own uniqueness.”
Nan Dao actually thought of his peach blossom sword.
For such a blue-black sword, the blade is naturally full of gaps.
The young man actually had some thoughts of recasting the sword here.
He mentioned this matter to Song Yingxin, but a sword craftsman on the side looked at Nan Dao seriously and said: "I wonder if you can borrow the sword for a look, young hero?"
Yu Chaoyun is indeed right, sword cultivators can do it without holding a sword.
Nan Dao took out the Peach Blossom Sword behind him and handed it to the Tiangong Division blacksmith.
It's just that the young man's idea probably doesn't work well.
Because according to the blacksmith, such a sword has become extremely hard under the tempering of the sword's will. Unless the sword cultivator himself uses the sword to soften it, it will be difficult to recast it.
The implication is that forging a sword is not as good as the young man continuing to sharpen the sword with his sword intention.
Nandao is naturally quite sorry for this matter.
But he didn't say anything. After all, the people in the Tiangong Division were not gods, but just ordinary people and craftsmen.
The group of people walked all the way to the deepest part of Tiangong Yamen, where the resting place prepared by Tiangong Si for the young man was. Tiangong Yamen was full of mechanical things, so naturally there were many noisy sounds, but this place was far away. Apart from those casting places, there are some design offices, which are much quieter.
The small courtyard in Nandao is right next to those government offices.
After the young man was properly placed, the craftsmen and craftsmen went to the yamen together with the master, probably to discuss how to study the young man's umbrella.
Nan Dao sat down in the yard holding an umbrella, feeling naturally a little anxious and a little expectant.
At this moment, the young man suddenly thought of such a young man from the East China Sea.
Perhaps You Chunshan also has such expectations when he walks into certain places.
The boy closed his eyes and calmed down.
...
East China Sea.
Beside the island rock, there was a young boy who was writing poems and writing about dragons and snakes in a flourishing way.
"Where did Taoist Xiuyue go? Mr. Lu, who was here before, is here again."
Lu Xiaosan splashed ink and stretched out the last glance of the character "Lai" with great ease.
Song Guo looked at this flamboyant young man in silence.
Probably also quite unfair, why can such a nagging young man be a swordsman, why can't he himself?
Of course everyone in this world can practice swordsmanship.
People like You Chunshan can spend a lot of money to buy wooden swords, calling all sword cultivators brothers and uncles.
Not to mention pine cones of course.
It's just that some things are naturally not a matter of being able or not, just whether or not you want to.
The sword cultivator that Song Guo was thinking of was naturally a sword cultivator like Le Chaotian, a sword cultivator who cut through Liuyun with one sword - even though this old boy was actually a Taoist.
But he was definitely not a swordsman like Lu Xiaosan who couldn't even wield a sword well and could only pick up a gourd from his senior and fly around.
So there is a saying that the heart is higher than the sky.
However, Song Guo is not obsessed with this. Since he can't become a swordsman, he will become a little demon foodie.
Since becoming acquainted with Le Chaotian, this little squirrel has also imitated Lu Xiaosan. He spends his whole day trying to swindle some money from Le Chaotian so that he can buy roast duck and roast chicken.
This little demon girl looked at Lu Xiaosan melancholy while chewing on the chicken leg in her hand.
"What do you think Uncle Master is going to do by leaving us here? He won't be destitute by us and sneak away."
The little demon girl suddenly understood why Lu Xiaosan was so melancholy when he couldn't find Le Chaotian.
After all, who could not love a young and rich uncle?
Lu Xiaosan took a few steps back, looked at his handwriting, and said nonchalantly: "Times have changed, and I, Lu Xiaosan, am no longer the walking chicken I used to be."
The young boy was very satisfied with his handwriting. He nodded and patted the gourd behind him.
"With this baby here, even if he is happy and runs away all over the world, I can still bring him back and buy us hot pot."
Songguo looked at Lu Xiaosan's gourd filled with swords and nodded in agreement, but then looked towards the distance of the white flower island. When Le Chaotian arrived here earlier, he asked the two of them to stay here alone. After playing for a while, he had something important to attend to.
The little demon girl actually didn't understand why they went to the Liuyun Sword Sect, which was said to be very powerful, and the uncle suddenly wanted to return to the East China Sea. She didn't know what he saw in that sword sect.
Lu Xiaosan didn't show off anymore. He threw away the things in his hands and walked to Song Guo.
"Do you still have any money on you?"
Song Guo subconsciously covered the money bag around her waist, looked at Lu Xiaosan warily and said, "What are you going to do?"
Lu Xiaosan was probably quite satisfied with his flourishing of poetry. He took the gourd from behind, waited until it grew bigger, then rode on it gracefully, and then waved to the pine cone.
"That's fine. Let's go and eat hot pot."
Pinecone's eyes lit up, he licked his lips, but looked hesitantly at the white moon in the distance, hesitated a little, and said, "Then... where's Uncle Master?"
The little squirrel is still much more conscientious than the young boy. At least he knows he is thinking about his uncle.
Of course, it is also possible that he was afraid that Le Chaotian would blame them if he knew that the two of them had gone back to Qingjiao City to eat hot pot.
Lu Xiaosan said nonchalantly: "He can fly faster than us, don't worry about him, maybe he will come just by smelling it."
"..."
Although Song Guo was a little helpless, she still climbed onto Lu Xiaosan's gourd sincerely.
Lu Xiaosan sat on the gourd with a smile and waved his arms.
"Hotpot, move forward!"
There are all kinds of stories in the world, but hotpot is the only one that can’t live up to it.
He, Lu Xiaosan, does not want to be a hard-hearted captain, he wants to be a material, loyal, passionate and eternal lover.
Just like Le Chaotian.
...
The young-looking Shanhe Taoist was sitting quietly in the forest.
Of course, if you are not a young Shanheguan Taoist, you must be happy.
It may also be the short-sighted Chen Qingshan.
This person from the He Sect was sitting in the creek forest, looking at the braised crucian carp in front of him that was both delicious and delicious, and looked at his disciple with great admiration.
"I brought you back to practice. How come you keep practicing and turn yourself into a little cook?"
Zhang Lizi said confidently: "If you are willing to praise me when I make some progress in practice instead of when I cook a good meal, then I will definitely not go astray."
At first, this little girl from Shanyue City was naturally a little afraid of this Shanheguan Taoist. After all, he seemed to have a lot of enemies, and he didn't seem like a good person. But after staying for a long time, she discovered that he actually just likes to say dirty things. Just bragging.
A Taoist who narcissistically talks about himself as a little saint every day is probably not that bad after all.
Chen Qingshan said melancholy: "What's the use of practicing well? No matter how high you stand, if you don't love the world, what's the point of practicing? Besides, you also know that geniuses like us rarely have You have an extraordinary talent in cultivation. I’m done without scolding you. Do you still want me to praise you?”
Zhang Lizi was speechless.
After all, what Chen Qingshan said was true.
As one of the Three Great Masters of Mountain and River Viewing, this Taoist was naturally disdainful to everyone.
Not far away, the sword cultivator in red clothes from the East China Sea came over, sat down in front of the fish as a matter of course, served himself a bowl of rice, and then began to eat without ceremony.
Chen Qingshan just looked at his enemy with a smile, and then turned to Zhang Lizi and said: "You see, if you are close to red, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be dark. After she has been with me for a long time, she has become a lot smarter. Knowing that it was impossible to kill me, he simply robbed me of my food."
Zhang Lizi was speechless.
Qingjiao just sneered while eating.
"It's just some interest."
This is probably the only weird interest in the history of the spiritual world.
However, it may not be unreasonable. For Chen Qingshan, a disciple of Shanhe Temple and a direct disciple of a certain Taoist cultivator, the most precious thing in the world is naturally not the so-called cultivation talent or resource secret treasure.
Just human things.
The person with a grudge says that I will take away what you love and then destroy everything about him, which is naturally the same as eating his food.
Chen Qingshan didn't care and said with a smile: "If it's delicious, eat more."
The little saint in this world probably really enjoys seeing people feasting.
But Zhang Lizi was still a little confused. Who could take revenge like this?
She was a little worried about her master. After all, if Qingjiao became fat in the future, she would really eat his rice.
The fish caught by Chen Qingshan from the stream was indeed cooked well by Zhang Lizi, and the three of them each ate three bowls of rice.
While Zhang Lizi was packing the dishes, he heard Chen Qingshan, who was sitting by the stream again, suddenly said: "I want to go out."
Zhang Lizi couldn't help but feel nervous, and raised his head in a panic to look at the Taoist who was sitting very quietly by the stream rocks.
Of course she guessed that her master had returned to Shanhe Temple to recuperate from his injuries. These days, she could also feel that the aura around this disciple of Shanhe Temple was getting thicker and thicker. Not only was his injury healed, but he might also be about to break through. Chen Qingshan had already After cultivating the Dao at six levels, if you break through again, you will reach seven levels - this may not be the reason why Qingjiao began to eat Chen Qingshan's rice in despair.
But Zhang Lizi probably wouldn't have thought that Chen Qingshan would really leave Shanheguan so soon.
The little girl from Shanyue City was silent for a long time, then lowered her head and silently put away the dishes.
"When will master come back?"
The little girl tried to play the emotional card.
"I don't know anyone in the audience, what should I do if they bully me?"
Chen Qingshan said very calmly: "I don't know either. If nothing happens, I should come back before the year. As for you..."
The Taoist paused for a moment and said calmly: "People in the temple don't dare to bully you, and there is no need for them to bully you. Although Shanhe Temple has a bad reputation, not everyone has a bad reputation. If there are really some who are not discerning, , you can go to the woodshed behind the main hall on the top of the mountain and find the uncle named Gu Wenzhi, he is indeed a good man and he is also from your south."
Zhang Lizi fell silent, just silently clearing the dishes.
Neither of them mentioned the Donghai sword cultivator who had been with Zhang Lizi for only half a year.
However, Qingjiao, who was sitting far away, tempering his sword, put away his sword intent, looked at Chen Qingshan and said, "Where are you going?"
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "Donghai, go find my junior brother."
The sword cultivator in red from the East China Sea was silent for a long time, then looked at Zhang Lizi and said, "I will be in the temple."
Zhang Lizi looked at Qingjiao in surprise and said subconsciously: "You don't want to take revenge?"
After finishing speaking, the little girl looked at Chen Qingshan, who said nothing.
Qingjiao said calmly: "If you go back to the East China Sea and still follow your enemies like a stray dog that has lost its home, that's what you shouldn't do."
Probably he was speechless to the elders of Donghai.
Zhang Lizi fell silent again.
Qingjiao looked at the Taoist by the stream and said calmly: "I will practice hard. I hope you won't be too injured when you come back."
As the saying goes, brothers and sisters respect the mountains and rivers.
It goes without saying why Chen Qingshan went to find his junior brother named Zhang Xiaoyu.
Chen Qingshan chuckled and said: "I'm afraid you will still be disappointed. Instead of thinking about picking up the leaks, it is better to think seriously about how to eat up all my rice."
"..."
...
The East China Sea, the mirror of the white moon.
The Taoist, who was also young and had a gentle smile, stood by the guardrail of the hanging steps, squinting at a small cabin in a forest of white flowers, and said sincerely: "I'm very curious, what would Senior Brother call you on a daily basis?" A great grandmother."
A certain human sword cultivator dressed in white and wearing a snow sword was fishing on the white flower floating island in the East China Sea.
Bu Suanzi stood there silently.
In fact, this silence did not come from the question Le Chaotian was asking at the moment - the old Taoist had already looked away from Xie Chunxue's marriage to his disciple.
That long silence came from an earlier question - I saw a Taoist who looked very similar to my senior brother in the Liuyun Sword Sect.
After being silent for a long time, the Taoist named Xie Chaoyu finally spoke softly while facing the East China Sea.
"Yes, I have a son."
Le Chaotian stopped smiling and turned his head to face the sea breeze and look at his senior brother quietly.
