The young man under the umbrella will probably have a hard time forgetting the scene he saw in the Tiangong Division today no matter how many years it takes.
A young man from Donghai who could hardly feel the vitality of heaven and earth, after being hidden by the Tiangong Division for a period of time, suddenly turned into a person capable of inheriting immortal energy.
Even though he had seen many magical things in the Tiangong Division, he was still shocked when he saw You Chunshan, who was wrapped into a rice dumpling, looked stupid, and was so bright that people could not open their eyes. Nothing more can be added.
However, You Chunshan was stunned for a long time before he realized that the person walking up was not Song Yingxin or Bai Shu, but the young uncle who had walked with them from the East China Sea.
He really didn't expect to see this uncle here, but You Chunshan soon woke up and walked over with a smile on his crutches.
"Uncle Master."
Nan Dao still looked at the young man in front of him with some disbelief. He didn't know where to start. Although he said that he had been away for three days, he looked at each other with admiration. But the story that happened to You Chunshan really made the young man not know where to start. What to say, he looked back and forth for a long time, and then said softly: "What are you doing?"
You Chunshan looked at the white light flowing around him like lines, scratched his head, and then said sincerely: "I don't know, I just remember that the old doctor raised his axe, and then I was I fainted after being hit...but I had a dream."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows. If it was an ordinary dream, people would probably not want to talk about it at such a time.
"What dream?"
You Chunshan recalled it for a long time, and then said with some hesitation: "I dreamed that I seemed to have gone to heaven..."
...
Liu Qinghe waited there for a long time. When a certain young man whispered that maybe yes, the Lord of Hell turned to look at Song Yingxin and smiled softly.
It's just that Liu Qinghe's sudden smile probably always makes people feel a little uneasy.
Song Yingxin frowned.
"why are you laughing?"
Liu Qinghe turned around with a smile and walked slowly along the way he came.
"It's nothing, I remembered something happy."
"..." Song Yingxin was silent, just watching Liu Qinghe slowly leaving, but also asked suspiciously: "You don't want to see it?"
Liu Qinghe said melancholy: "I won't watch anymore. There's nothing interesting to see. I have to go up there quickly to see if I can still catch some of the sunset."
Song Yingxin asked curiously: "Did something extraordinary happen in that sunset?"
Liu Qinghe thought for a while and said: "Yes, after all..."
The Lord of Hell looked back at the middle-aged boss, smiled slightly and said, "After all, this is a story about a man in heaven."
Song Yingxin only felt that Liu Qinghe was talking nonsense. He waved his sleeves and did not try to persuade the big river demon who was unwillingly guarding the Tiangong Division. He turned back and still looked there with some melancholy.
After all, Liu Qinghe might be able to see something through the mist, but Song Yingxin really couldn't.
...
Yu Chaoyun was in the small yard looking at the beaten sword sent by the people from Tiangong Yamen.
Because this girl from Qingtian Dao met some things above, she forgot for a while that she had asked people there to help make swords. Until earlier, when she was sitting in the yard with a cup of wolfberry tea uneasily, Tiangong The people from the government knocked on the courtyard door and brought the sword over.
This probably made Yu Chaoyun feel a little guilty. After all, the people in the Tiangong Division were always very busy, but they still had to come here because of some omissions on their part.
But she originally wanted to keep the official for a cup of tea, but the man just waved his hand in a hurry and left.
Very busy indeed.
After Yu Chaoyun sent the official away, he opened the package while thinking.
The outside is wrapped in cloth.
After taking it apart, it turned out to be a bright silver five-foot-long box.
This obviously surprised Yu Chaoyun.
She probably didn't expect that the craftsmen of Tiangong Ya would make such a sword so well.
She just wanted a sword, but instead they built her a sword case.
Yu Chaoyun sat on the edge of the corridor in the courtyard, looking at the sword box in his hand in amazement. Just like the umbrella from the Heavenly Works Division that she has been using these days, the things built by such a human office are often delicate and exquisite. The front of the sword box is carved with some pictures that Yu Chaoyun described based on what was carved on You Chunshan's wooden sword.
At the end is a path in the woods, at the top is a high cliff, and in the middle is an open and closed place like a mirror.
Yu Chaoyun fumbled for a long time, and felt a mechanism-like protrusion on the side of the sword box. He pressed it, and with an extremely loud and clear sound, the mirror surface popped open like a window.
Yu Chaoyun was very amazed at the craftsmanship of the Tiangong Division. He looked into the box, and suddenly there was a long sword like water. Even in the not very bright light under Sophora Capital, The sword body also exudes a cool and quiet light.
There are two words on the sword.
Spring Mountain.
Yu Chaoyun always felt that these two words were the finishing touch of the sword that he wanted to build on a whim.
Such a sword is certainly much more beautiful than the Peach Blossom Sword of the young master under the umbrella.
After all, above the sword shape is the parrot island that was used as a reference.
only.
Yu Chaoyun reached into the sword box and took out the sword, holding it in his palm and looking at it.
It's just that if something is better than blue, it will naturally be better than blue.
Probably the Parrot Island is not as good as this Spring Mountain Sword.
Of course, it's only in the shape of a sword.
After all, with a sword like that, even if Yu Chaoyun was not a swordsman, he could still realize that it was extremely unusual.
Yu Chaoyun sat there and stared in amazement for a long time. He had to admit that this sword from Tiangong Division, even if it had not experienced the tempering of sword cultivators, was far better than those made by many sword-making places in the world. sword.
After all, Tiangongsi didn't just follow ancient methods to forge swords.
Regardless of the fact that the girl of Qingtian Dao felt a little melancholy, after looking at it for a long time, she silently put the sword back into the sword box.
So what happened to You Chunshan?
...
To the world, a dream-like story like You Chunshan's is obviously enough to make people laugh.
There is someone in the sky as big as a mountain, sleeping in the lake with a moonlight in his arms?
They may be more willing to believe that Lu Xiaosan once took a bite of the moon with a dense texture.
At the beginning, You Chunshan was afraid that this young uncle wouldn't believe it, so he was very conservative.
But what can a young man not believe?
Especially when You Chunshan talked about that young man in Qingshang who was drinking wine from a wine gourd.
The young man seemed to have understood something.
"Sometimes in dreams, the body turns into a crane, and in the world countless grasses turn into fireflies."
Nan Dao sat on the edge of the cliff and sighed softly.
This obviously surprised You Chunshan, and he suddenly turned his head, forgetting that he was now a zongzi, and almost twisted out a mask of pain on himself.
A person who accidentally picks up a thousand taels of gold will not look like a wealthy person all of a sudden.
People who can suddenly see immortal energy on their fingertips will naturally not act like mountain people.
The young man from Donghai still muttered about bad luck as before, then slowly straightened his head, and asked with some confusion: "How does uncle know that he said such a thing to me?"
The young man's eyes narrowed, his gaze became a little nostalgic, and he subconsciously looked up, as if that was a certain ridge of that town.
"Because that's what he told me at the beginning."
You Chunshan suddenly realized, and said sincerely: "Uncle Master is indeed still Uncle Master. I thought I was the only one who has seen such a young swordsman, but it turns out that Uncle Master has seen him a long time ago."
But You Chunshan looked strange again as he spoke, looking suspiciously at the young man sitting there holding an umbrella.
"But didn't Senior Cao Weiying say that no one has been to such a Tianmen Mountain?"
"I didn't see him there." The young man said calmly, "I saw him in Tianshang Town."
"Tian Shang Town?" You Chunshan looked confused. "What is that place?"
Nan Dao thought seriously for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know, maybe it was in a dream."
"Uncle Master is indeed Uncle Master. I thought I was the only one who had such a dream."
"..."
Nan Dao was probably a little helpless at You Chunshan's endless praise. He sighed, turned to look at You Chunshan and said, "Why do you always talk about uncle, master, uncle?"
The young man from Donghai suddenly fell silent, lowered his head, and looked at his fingertips that had been filled with fairy light when he woke up. After a long time, he said softly: "Speaking of which, I am actually a little hesitant. Afraid. If my uncle has experienced it, it might make me feel more at ease."
People inside the pumpkin may have imagined the pumpkin being split open.
But when those rays of light really pour down from the gap, who knows how much fear there is under those exclamations?
Nan Dao tilted his head and looked at You Chunshan for a long time, then turned back and said calmly: "Don't be afraid."
You Chunshan thought for a while and said, "Why, uncle?"
The young man stretched out a hand under the umbrella. Perhaps the divine sea began to surge, or perhaps the sword intention began to stir, so many white lights fell on the young man's fingers.
“That’s something a lot of people dream about.”
You Chunshan didn't care what the young man said, but gradually opened his eyes and thought in his heart.
Sure enough, the master's uncle is the master's uncle.
Although the light on the young man's fingers was actually far less bright than the light on You Chunshan's fingers at that time.
But You Chunshan could clearly feel that among those white lights, some belonged to the young man himself, not from outside.
The light on Nan Dao's fingertips only appeared for a moment, and then was dispersed by the young man. Holding an umbrella and carrying a sword, he stood up from the edge of the cliff, looked at the young nephew of Donghai next to him, and said seriously: "You see It’s a mountain, Youchun Mountain.”
The young man from Donghai, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, sighed and said as if he was joking: "It turns out that I just saw the truth. I thought I had become an immortal."
Nan Dao looked at You Chunshan quietly, thought for a moment, and said, "It'll be a matter of time."
"How late is morning and evening?"
The boy under the umbrella said sincerely: "From morning to night."
You Chunshan, who was leaning on a crutch, was speechless.
The water mist and white light between the cliffs are slowly dissipating - just like the appearance of the secret realms in the storybook after they are opened.
In fact, it's just that the vitality and immortality of heaven and earth that were attracted by this young man who suddenly had very good roots in heaven and earth are disappearing between the cliffs again.
"But I have a question, Uncle Master."
You Chunshan stood there on crutches and said melancholy.
Nan Dao looked at the young man with some confusion.
You Chunshan lowered his head and looked at his right leg.
"I can't seem to feel my legs."
So when the young man saw him, he was always there with a pair of crutches.
This actually reminded the young man of what he had told Chen He about Taoist Yamanaka Kiyosu's legs becoming numb from sitting down.
"Maybe it's been too long since I've been active."
Nan Dao looked at You Chunshan and said with some uncertainty.
"Is it okay to take a few steps?"
You Chunshan thought for a while and said, "Then let me try."
So the young man from Donghai, who could be an immortal from morning to night, seriously let go of his crutches and walked slowly and leisurely up and down the cliff.
Nan Dao watched silently.
Perhaps it was the reason why the white light was scattered among the cliffs. The many swords that Song Yingxin called "little things" that originally shuttled between them also slowly disappeared into the mist. The sight of the Tiangong Division with a hazy light, Slowly appeared in front of the young man.
The middle-aged boss on the hanging road is coming here with an old doctor.
You Chunshan walked around the small cliff for a long time, and finally stopped melancholy. He looked at his legs, then at the young man, and said, "It seems to be of no use."
Nan Dao didn't say anything, he just looked at the cliff path leading below.
Bai Shu and Song Yingxin have already walked up.
"Because your body has had a rejection reaction. It eventually led to some body necrosis."
Although the old doctor still had a straight face, there was some guilt in his words.
"This is something we didn't consider initially."
You Chunshan scratched his head in confusion and asked, "What is rejection reaction?"
Baizhu thought for a while and said, "It's like cutting off your butt and replacing it with a pig's butt. Your flesh and blood won't dry up and flow there, so the pig's butt becomes necrotic."
You Chunshan looked down at his legs.
"You gave me a new leg?"
Bai Zhu shook his head and said calmly: "No, I just added something to your head. As for what it is..."
The old doctor said seriously: "This is still the secret of Tiangong Division, and I can't tell you yet."
You Chunshan was about to ask them what they did when they split his head open, but when he heard this, he could only say regretfully: "Okay."
However, he probably caught a glimpse of the young man standing quietly under the umbrella. The young man from Donghai was moved in his heart, and then asked: "If you can't tell me, can you tell my uncle?"
Song Yingxin glanced at the young man beside him, who was obviously also very curious.
The head of the Tiangong Department slowly shook his head and said in a deep voice: "No, no one in the world can know this secret within a hundred years."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows, looked at Song Yingxin and said, "Why?"
Song Yingxin stood there with a very calm expression.
"Because if such a thing is known to the world, the entire spiritual world will be broken."
It is probably difficult for the world to understand Song Yingxin’s words.
How could such an answer obtained by Si Ya from Tao Sheng's "Supplementary Records of the Human World" break the heart of the entire spiritual world?
Naturally, Nandao and Youchunshan cannot understand.
But Song Yingxin didn't continue talking, so they naturally didn't ask further.
In the distance, some officials from the Tiangong Department were slowly coming.
Bai Shu made You Chunshan return to the glass barrier.
Although this young man from Donghai wanted to go out for a walk, he just thought about his leg that was necrotic due to rejection, so he couldn't help but feel a little more worried. So he said hello to Nan Dao and returned there with a cane. Lying down.
The doctors and officials from Xuanhuya quickly came to the cliff and began to conduct follow-up examinations and observations on this young man from the East China Sea under the command of Bai Shu.
Nan Dao and Song Yingxin watched for a while and then went down the cliff.
The young man was hesitant to speak along the way.
Song Yingxin waited for a long time but didn't get the boy's question, so he took the initiative to ask.
"What's your problem?"
Nan Dao thought for a long time, stopped on the hanging road, and looked back at the underground cliff that had calmed down in the mist.
"There is indeed one, but after thinking about it, I decided not to ask."
Nan Dao turned back, looked at Song Yingxin, and said seriously: "I probably think that asking such a question would be an insult to you, sir."
Song Yingxin said with some surprise: "Why is the problem so serious? Let's talk about it."
Nan Dao hesitated for a long time, and then asked softly: "You Chunshan would like to ask, sir, are you a heavenly being?"
Song Yingxin's expression became strange, and he probably couldn't understand why the two of them had such a problem.
But the middle-aged man still looked at the boy under the umbrella very usefully.
"If you have questions like this in the future, please be sure to ask them."
Nan Dao asked in confusion: "Why?"
Song Yingxin said with a smile: "I can deny it, but you have to ask."
Nan Dao didn't expect that Song Yingxin's focus would be here. After thinking about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case.
Who doesn’t like to be praised?
The two walked on the suspended road full of water vapor for a long time. Nan Dao asked seriously: "So, sir?"
Song Yingxin sighed and said: "Of course not, why do you think I am a heavenly being? I am just a human being."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Because when we face things that are completely incomprehensible, only by thinking in this way can some stories make sense."
Song Yingxin said calmly: "It's just that you don't know what's behind it."
"Is it the secret that cannot be told to the world?"
"Yes, just as His Majesty said, we..."
"Maybe it did desecrate the avenue."
