When Yu Chaoyun saw the boy, he was standing in the alley between the Tiangong Si Yamen and walking alone with an umbrella.
Even though this Qingtian Dao girl was sitting so conspicuously on the roof, the young swordsman didn't seem to notice her.
He just lowered his head and walked there in silence.
He seemed to be thinking about something.
Yu Chaoyun lowered his head and glanced at the cup of wolfberry tea in his hand. Although he hadn't finished drinking it yet, there wasn't much left, so the Qingtian Dao girl jumped down from the eaves with the teacup in her hands with confidence.
"When did Uncle Master come up?"
Yu Chaoyun stopped in the alley, looked at the young man walking slowly, and asked curiously.
But the young man still seemed to be a little distracted. Although he was subconsciously stopped by the movement in the alley, it was only after a long time that the young man slowly raised his head and looked at Yu Chaoyun for a long time, and then he seemed to have a reaction. He said dully like a slow demented child: "It was just before."
Yu Chaoyun was a little curious as to why Nandao had become like this, but he suddenly had some bad associations in his heart.
"Master uncle is like this...could it be that something happened to You Chunshan?"
Nan Dao finally came back to his senses. Looking at the girl in the alley ahead, he probably understood why she suddenly contacted him, so he shook his head and said: "No, the boss knows that You Chunshan is called My uncle, if something happens, he will naturally come to me."
But before the young man finished speaking, the two people in the alley saw such a middle-aged boss hurriedly walking past the alley.
So not only Yu Chaoyun, but also Nan Dao frowned subconsciously, then held an umbrella and chased out of the alley, looked at Song Yingxin's back and asked: "Where are you going, Sir?"
Song Yingxin suddenly heard the boy's voice, and thought he heard it wrong. When he looked back, he saw the boy and girl standing in the alley, and then he was sure that Nan Dao had indeed come up from the Tiangong Yamen below.
But probably Song Yingxin just happened to be passing by here, looked at the young man, smiled, and said, "I have some business to go to the palace."
Nan Dao didn't ask any questions and said softly: "Sir, walk slowly."
Yu Chaoyun looked at Song Yingxin's back and said softly: "Uncle Master, why don't you ask about You Chunshan?"
Nan Dao just shook his head and said calmly: "You Chunshan's matter is of great importance. If he really has any problems, it is impossible for the boss to laugh."
Yu Chaoyun nodded thoughtfully.
But this Qingtian Dao girl became curious again.
"So why did Uncle Master look like that before?"
Nan Dao stood silently at the entrance of the alley holding an umbrella, looking up at the water mist that wetted the narrow green eaves on both sides. After a long time, he said softly: "I saw Your Majesty."
Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man in surprise.
"Your Majesty? What does Your Majesty want to do to you?"
Nan Dao shook his head, lowered his head, and walked slowly along the alleys among these offices.
"His Majesty......"
The young man walked hesitantly in the alley, his eyes wandering and his voice probably also hesitant.
"Your Majesty didn't do anything to me. It's just..."
The young man thought for a long time, and then said softly: "But this is what I can't understand the most."
Yu Chaoyun was about to ask something, but the young man continued: "He looks like a good person."
The Qingtian Dao girl probably couldn't understand the boy's thoughts.
He is a good man, is there anything wrong with him?
Does it have to be a bad person to be right?
Nan Dao stopped there with an umbrella, thought about it seriously for a long time, and then said softly: "So I have been thinking about a question - what exactly makes me think that His Majesty is not a good person."
Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man's back quietly.
In fact, the meaning in such a sentence can already explain many things.
The young man is changing his views and looking back on his past perceptions.
"So what?"
Yu Chaoyun asked curiously.
Nan Dao may have thought of a certain person who was once very ostentatious and unruly.
"Then I remembered the man named Beitai whom I met in March of the year 1003 of the Gale Calendar, when I first came out of a small town in the south of the human world."
Nan Dao said softly: "The first time I heard the description and evaluation of His Majesty was from the mouth of such a young master from Peking University."
Yu Chaoyun always felt that he had heard the name Beitai somewhere and it was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
The young man continued talking there.
"In Beitai's words, His Majesty is undoubtedly heinous, full of sin and blood."
Yu Chaoyun said with some understanding: "For the world, the first impression is naturally extremely important."
Nan Dao said calmly: "Maybe, so later on, until I heard about the battle between His Majesty and Cong Ren in the East China Sea, I thought it was natural. A person with sins should of course have an inseparable relationship with good people. To resolve conflicts.”
Yu Chaoyun said thoughtfully: "So in your opinion, Cong Ren is on the good side."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, thinking about the white-clothed sword cultivator who he met earlier and said he didn't want to see him, but still sincerely met him.
Everyone, of course, has his or her own definition of what is good or bad about everything.
One person cannot see every side of the stone at the same time.
Therefore, there has always been a very profound and heavy word in the world.
It's called prejudice.
After a long time, the young man said softly: "I don't know now."
Yu Chaoyun didn't know what to say. He looked silently at the young man who was hesitantly walking in front of him. After thinking for a long time, he asked softly: "Did your Majesty say anything to you?"
Nan Dao shook his head calmly.
"Nothing. Just some small things."
Of course there are many things that cannot be explained in detail.
Yu Chaoyun didn't care at all, and just said slowly: "Perhaps Uncle Master can watch for a while to see if His Majesty is good or bad."
Nan Dao remained silent, just standing silently in the alley and nodding.
The young man walked quietly towards the Tiangong Yamen below. But for some reason, the young man suddenly stopped and stopped at the entrance of the alley holding an umbrella for a long time.
Yu Chaoyun was about to step forward and ask what happened, but the Qingtian Dao girl suddenly stopped there.
The Tiangong Office is full of water mist, full of that gentle light - just as Yu Chaoyun said when he first glanced at it, such an underground office is like a furnace of charcoal fire.
But at this moment, something seemed to be breaking out of the water mist.
The boys and girls in the alley looked up at the diffuse mist outside the alley.
In the mist, many flying swords filled with white air flowed away quickly, like endless streams of light in the hazy sky.
And the direction they were going was exactly where an underground cliff shrouded in mist was located in Tiangong Division.
Both Yu Chaoyun and Nan Dao looked at this scene in shock at this moment.
The parrot island behind the boy was singing softly.
In such a scene, the two looked at each other in silence, and then headed towards the cliff in a tacit understanding.
Unfortunately, on the way, the two were stopped by officials from the Tiangong Department.
Those officials who had been very friendly in the past had extremely solemn and solemn expressions on their faces at this time, blocking Nan Dao and You Chunshan at the other end of the Tiangong Division.
"I'm sorry, you two."
The official looked at the two of them seriously and said in a deep voice.
"The Tiangong Department needs to conduct temporary blockade and control, and this area is temporarily closed to traffic."
Nan Dao stood there holding an umbrella and carrying a sword. Yu Chaoyun followed the young man somewhat bewilderedly. The two of them looked at the end of such an alley together.
There seemed to be countless white lights flowing out at the end, and many flying swords were passing through it, heading towards the mist-shrouded depths.
"Uncle Master..."
Yu Chaoyun called Nan Dao in a low voice.
But the young man was silent for a long time, then turned around and walked away in the direction he came from.
"Let's go."
The young man had seen with his own eyes that the great demon of the Siwu Demon Mansion was nailed to the stone wall by such a sword from the Tiangong Division, and he had also seen with his own eyes that Song Yingxin would use a sword that was full of the fairy energy in his divine sea. The sword was handed to him.
Although such a human government office is usually gentle and quiet, if they really don't want the world to see something, people will probably think of many things.
Yu Chaoyun looked at the flowing sword behind the young man that kept humming softly and seemed ready to be unsheathed at any time.
She didn't know whether it was the call to meet the master or the call to defend against the enemy.
After hesitating for a long time, the girl with the wooden sword of the young man from the East China Sea slowly turned around and followed the young man's footsteps.
The two walked for a long time in Siya Alley, which had a completely different atmosphere.
Only then did Yu Chaoyun break the long silence and asked softly: "Tiangong Division, what on earth are you doing to You Chunshan?"
The young man stopped, raised his head and silently looked at the white light in the mist that the girl thought was white mist, but only he knew what it was, and said slowly: "Maybe it's a good thing, maybe it's a very bad thing. Something, I don’t know.”
Regarding the things that the boy under the umbrella knew, there were probably only two very extreme results.
This story is either black or white, life or death, there is no golden mean.
Yu Chaoyun clutched the wooden sword in his arms and fell silent.
...
In the long street of Huaidu, Liu Qinghe, who was dressed in a wide black robe with gold patterns, walked quietly in the hanging street, and then stopped outside a certain noodle shop.
Probably because something was bothering him, the Heavenly Prison Master sighed melancholy, and then knocked on the window of the noodle shop.
There was a young Taoist priest in the window, his head lowered, eating noodles quietly.
There is no spicy oil in the noodles, just white noodles and green chopped green onions.
Although it looks good, it's probably not as attractive as the red things dotted inside.
"There are so many voices in the world, can you be quiet?"
The Taoist who was eating noodles stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at the tall man outside the window with a smile.
"It is precisely because there are voices in the world that we can do sneaky things, Mr. Liu."
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you really not afraid of death?"
But after asking such a question, Liu Qinghe himself felt that he was stupid for asking. The Lord of Heavenly Hell laughed at himself and said: "That's right, you are indeed not afraid of death. If I had known it, Huaidu would be like this back then." You shouldn't have interfered with Qingtian Dao's affairs and let you restless Taoists all die in that temple."
Young Taoist Li Shi laughed softly and said: "Li Shi was not yet born back then, how could adults imagine such far-reaching things? Looking from the back to the front, of course it is extremely simple."
Liu Qinghe stood outside the window, looking at the dusk, and said softly: "Yes, it is indeed extremely simple, and it is still like this now."
When the Taoist heard such words, he took out the chopsticks from the bowl, held them horizontally with both hands, looked at Liu Qinghe seriously and said, "Sir, do you want to take action?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.
"I know that Chen Yunxi must have given you more than one sword - Chen Yunxi's sword is of course very fast and sharp, and can cut off most things in the world."
The prison master of the Heavenly Prison reached out and took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the table inside the window. As if he was going to pick vegetables from the Taoist's bowl, he knocked them flush against the window lattice.
However, the words that came out of the mouth of the man known as Liu Baiyuan were obviously not that simple.
"It's just Li Shi..."
Liu Qinghe calmly put the pair of chopsticks in his hands into the window.
"My sword is not bad either."
So at this three-foot window, countless sword intentions came from the sleeves and robes of such a lord of heaven and hell, and wrapped around the pair of chopsticks - the end of the sword was slender, and so were the chopsticks.
So just like Hongzhong, the chopsticks in the noodle restaurant might as well be swords.
If such a great ape, quietly watching the white flowers in Sophora City, stood in front of the window, chuckled and said sword coming, and then chopsticks came out from all over the city like swords, it would probably be an excellent picture.
But Liu Qinghe probably didn't like such a loud act, so he just took a pair of chopsticks and stretched them out to the Taoist like a pair of noodles.
Li Shi's expression paled visibly.
A Taoist robe is hunting and moving in the three-foot sword wind and sword intention.
But the human world three feet away is still safe and sound. Perhaps in their eyes, this is indeed a meeting between old friends, so the person outside the window wants to taste the noodles in the bowl of the person inside the window.
Be courteous to the world, and be courteous to the world.
As the Lord of Heavenly Prison, Liu Qinghe can certainly do such a thing very well.
Li Shi, a Taoist from Shanhe Temple, looked silently at the pair of chopsticks stretched out in front of his eyes. He clenched the chopsticks tightly with both hands. The Taoist's young and slender fingers seemed to have a pale look due to excessive exertion. The color is coming, and the veins are popping out.
So finally, a pair of chopsticks were less than three inches away from me.
The chopsticks in the Taoist's hand suddenly broke, and many bamboo shavings and bamboo thorns flew out. The Taoist closed his eyes hastily, and many sword marks appeared on his eyebrows, slowly showing a bright red color - like a distant mountain. , suddenly the red flowers bloom.
The Taoist stood up suddenly, knocking over the bowl of noodles in front of him.
Liu Qinghe's chopsticks stopped three inches in front of Li Shi.
The blood between the Taoist's brows was slowly flowing downwards, and the brows beneath the blood from the sword marks were full of shock.
"Thirteen stacks? Fourteen stacks?"
Liu Qinghe smiled and said nothing.
The Taoist said nothing more and disappeared into the noodle shop in an instant.
The sword intent of the Lord of Hell slowly dissipated, and then the chopsticks in his hand turned towards the overturned bowl of noodles.
The Taoist priests at Shanhe Temple probably learned bad things from a Taoist who didn't like spicy food.
Liu Qinghe took a bite of the very light noodles, sighed and shook his head, threw the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and then turned to look in the direction of the Tiangong Division.
He knew very well that the reason why such a Taoist dared to come to Huaidu again was simply because His Majesty was indeed very busy. There were too many things to deal with in the world, and he might not be able to notice which noodle shop there was in the world, and there was an extra Taoist eating noodles.
only.
His Majesty is very busy, but he, Liu Qinghe, is very free.
You can leisurely listen to the wind in the world and look around at the people in the world.
Liu Qinghe kept looking in the direction of the Tiangong Division for a long time.
Of course he knew what happened in that office. Perhaps it was because of this that he noticed such a Taoist who had appeared in Huaidu again at some unknown time.
There were footsteps coming from behind.
Liu Qinghe did not look back, just smiled and said softly: "Xie Chaoyu, you owe me another favor."
.......
"You mean, I have already stepped through the gate of heaven?"
You Chunshan looked at the young man in Qingshang who was sitting there drinking wine in shock and asked in disbelief.
Cao Weiying put down the gourd with a smile and raised a finger to her lips.
"Shh...yeah, but keep your voice down."
You Chunshan shrank his head, lowered his voice, and said softly: "Why?"
Cao Weiying laughed softly, not knowing what she was thinking of, and said: "Please don't speak loudly, for fear of scaring the heavens."
These were the second revised words that a young man holding an umbrella saw on a stone tablet outside the town when he first entered Tianshang Town.
At the beginning, I didn’t dare to speak loudly.
Perhaps the warning was not enough, so the young man in Qingshang changed it to "please do not."
You Chunshan subconsciously raised his head and looked up at the sky, but there was nothing in the sky except fine snow and clear skylight.
Cao Weiying shook her head and said softly: "It's not above you, but under your feet."
You Chunshan opened his eyes wide, as if he finally understood something. The vague feeling he had when he saw such a snow-capped mountain seemed to have finally become clear.
"What does Uncle Master mean?"
You Chunshan hesitated to speak.
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine, smiled slightly and said, "Yes, we are on his finger."
You Chunshan looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.
Cao Weiying was drinking wine, but she stood up, looked at You Chunshan and said, "Do you want to see him?"
It took You Chunshan a long time to finally come to his senses. He looked at the young man in Qingshang who was carrying a sword and holding a wine gourd, and nodded slowly.
So Cao Weiying handed over the wine gourd, and You Chunshan subconsciously reached out to catch the gourd.
So the next moment, such a young man from the East China Sea suddenly seemed to have passed through the endless wind, snow and skylight, and appeared on the top of a dark snow-covered cliff somewhere.
It took You Chunshan a long time to finally realize that this was the narrow cliff he had seen on the mountain road before.
When everything was hidden in the fine snow and skylight, he had no idea how high it was. It was only then that he discovered that this place was much higher than the Mojian Cliff in the East China Sea.
Maybe a cliff of ten thousand feet.
"There he is."
The voice of the young man in Qingshang came from You Chunshan's ears.
You Chunshan looked down subconsciously.
I saw a vast lake in the vast surroundings, with fine snow and light from the sky falling into the lake.
And in the middle of the lake, there is a figure with white hair spread like a sea of clouds, sleeping sideways and hugging the moon.
You Chunshan stared at this scene blankly.
"who is he?"
The young man in Qingshang's voice came out with emotion in the wind and snow.
"Qinglian, ten-year sword sect, Qinglian."
At this moment, You Chunshan suddenly understood something and turned to look at the young man in Qingshang beside him.
In dreams, sometimes the body turns into a crane, and countless grasses in the world turn into fireflies.
Perhaps he really shouldn't have called him "Master-Uncle".
