Liu Qinghe was sitting in the pear courtyard of the Heavenly Prison under a forest of green fruits, drinking wine and looking through the case files of the Heavenly Prisons from various places.
Someone hurried into the courtyard with some things and whispered something beside Liu Qinghe.
The Heavenly Prison Master chuckled and put down the case file in his hand, looked at the Heavenly Prisoner and said, "Why are you talking so little? Your vocal cords fell into the East China Sea?"
The man was silent, then returned to his normal voice, and said slowly: "The rocks from Mojian Cliff have been retrieved."
Liu Qinghe calmly stretched out his hand, and the man handed him the package the size of a human head in his arms. Liu Qinghe held the cliff stone in his hand, weighed it, and said with regret: "You actually dug it. Come back in such a big piece?"
The heavenly warden said in confusion: "This shouldn't be big, prison lord."
After all, for a high cliff of 3,600 feet, a cliff stone the size of a human head is indeed pitifully small.
Liu Qinghe just shook his head and smiled, and said: "Who dares to dig the rocks of Mojian Cliff for so many years?"
Ever since the eight hundred Daomen came to Jianya Cliff and were killed by Bai Yi, only a few of them were left, which led to the decline of the Daomen as a whole. It is probably true that no one dared to dig up the rocks of Mojian Cliff.
This Heavenly Prisoner, who was only about thirty years old, probably did not quite understand the position of that high cliff in the two thousand years of history of the avenue.
However, it is true that everything is over.
Liu Qinghe didn't say anything else. He opened the package and looked at it, then sealed it again. After thinking about it, he added some demonic power to it.
"Send it to the Tiangong Division. Then remember to go to the Xuanhu Yamen of the Tiangong Division to check your body."
"yes."
The heavenly warden nodded, then carefully picked up the stone and hurried out of the yard.
Liu Qinghe sat in the yard, silently watching the figure of the heavenly warden leaving.
Liu Qinghe didn't know whether the rocks at Mojian Cliff would have any impact on the world. After all, he had a specialization in the art industry, and naturally he wouldn't understand the Tiangong Division's stuff.
It's just that some things are naturally not aimless.
Song Yingxin discussed this matter with Liu Qinghe some time ago.
The Tiangong Division gave the speculation about this phenomenon a name, called Lingyi.
The inspiration probably comes from the kind of fluorite that glows at night. There is a spirit in the stone that overflows. This situation may bring some benefits to the world, or it may cause the world to suffer from many diseases.
Good and bad coexist.
It's just that the rocks on Mojian Cliff obviously don't glow.
Song Yingxin also had his own explanation. The phenomenon of spiritual overflow is not only caused by things that can emit light. During this period, he quoted Taoist Saint's theory of missing one particle dispersion, which gave Liu Qinghe a splitting headache. So with a wave of his hand, someone took Song Yingxin out.
Liu Qinghe looked at it for a long time, then looked away and continued to pick up the case files on the desk and read them carefully.
Even though the Heavenly Prison has a wrongful killing quota approved by His Majesty, it is still not something that can be done arbitrarily.
Every relevant case file will eventually be sent to Huaidu Heavenly Prison after being screened and sorted by various heavenly prisons.
Liu Qinghe didn't look for long when footsteps came from the door of the courtyard again.
The Lord of Hell said without raising his head: "Are there any questions?"
The person at the door seemed to be silent for a while, and then said softly: "There is indeed something wrong."
The voice was very young, not immature, but still a little green. It was obvious that it was the voice of a teenager.
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows, raised his head, and saw the young man who was supposed to be in the Tiangong Department standing at the door of the courtyard holding an umbrella.
The two of them are not familiar with each other even if they are not familiar with each other.
Liu Qinghe naturally knew many things about the boy, but the boy knew very little about the Lord of Hell.
I only know that this tall river demon has a very high status in the human world and in Huaidu, and is not inferior to those masters of the Three Views.
Liu Qinghe looked at the young man for a moment, then smiled slightly, lowered his head, closed the case file in his hand, and put the already cold wine bottle back on the stove beside him.
"It's unfortunate that you came here this time. There is neither peach blossom wine nor pear blossom wine today."
The young man looked up at the small fruits on the branches above his head and said softly: "Where's the pear wine?"
Liu Qinghe thought for a while and said, "If you want to eat it, then pick it yourself."
Although the sixteen-year-old boy grew up very quickly, Liu Qinghe felt that he was taller than before after not seeing him for a few days, but he was probably still not tall enough.
So Nan Dao actually stood on tiptoes and picked a few pears that had not yet bloomed.
"Prison Master doesn't like to drink pear wine?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "I just don't bully the young people in the world."
Of course, the human world is a grand concept. No matter how small the human world is, there are still hundreds of millions of living beings.
This made the young man's movements stagnant.
But soon the young man continued to pick, and said softly: "But if a young man doesn't pick a few unripe fruits out of willfulness, what kind of young man is he?"
Liu Qinghe smiled and said, "Yes, so you can do whatever you want."
The young man held the handful of small pear fruits and headed towards the small table under the tree in Liu Qinghe. The Lord of Heavenly Hell politely helped the young man open the lid of the wine pot and asked him to throw all the fruits in his hand.
"I never thought you would come to Heavenly Hell."
Liu Qinghe was indeed a little surprised.
After all, the young man's status on the twelfth floor does not make him have any favorable impression of such a place.
Nan Dao sat down across from the desk, was silent for a while, and then said sincerely: "Because I have something I want to ask the prison master for help."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "What about the Donghai man named You Chunshan?"
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes. How does the prison master know?"
Liu Qinghe chuckled softly and drank the wine he had poured into the glass earlier.
"After all, you had to go through the hanging road before. When you went to take a look at the cliff, I was also in the Tiangong Department."
Nan Dao looked at the Lord of Hell with some surprise.
Song Yingxin sent people to invite Liu Qinghe after the boy left. Naturally, Nandao didn't know that Liu Qinghe was there at that time.
Liu Qinghe didn't pay attention to Nan Dao's surprised look. He just sipped the warm wine and said, "You are really interested in him. It seems that his uncles are not calling you in vain."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "Maybe when I saw him in the East China Sea, my heart and eyes were filled with what I once looked like."
Such a sentence is actually very strange to say.
If the young man were a bad old man in his late teens and early 80s, it would probably be very reasonable for him to say such a thing when he saw that young man from the East China Sea.
It's just that the boy is fifteen years old, and it's a bit weird to say such old-fashioned words.
But Liu Qinghe didn't think there was anything wrong. He just smiled and said, "So you want to hold an umbrella for him."
The young man nodded.
Liu Qinghe turned to look at the wine being brewed over there and said, "If I remember correctly, he should have survived the craniotomy and bone cleaning operations performed by Baizhu. Is there any problem?"
So the story returns to the question when the young man stepped into the courtyard.
The young man was silent for a while and told Liu Qinghe what happened to You Chunshan on Qingtian Road.
Liu Qinghe was not surprised, after all, he was indeed aware of this matter.
"Li Shi has indeed appeared in Huaidu several times."
Liu Qinghe said very calmly.
This news undoubtedly shocked the young man.
Nan Dao looked at Liu Qinghe in surprise.
"What did he come for?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "What do you think?"
Only then did Nan Dao finally realize that what he said before about Li Shi not being arrogant in Huaidu was indeed too arbitrary.
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "But a few days ago, when he last appeared, he took a blow from me. He probably won't come to Huaidu for a long time. You can rest assured about that."
Liu Qinghe returned to his leisure. Even though Shui Zaiping made such a big fuss, he did not take action. However, he naturally knew the importance of some things.
The matter of Siwu Demon Mansion is an internal matter in Huaidu, but the matter of Li Shi in Shanheguan is obviously not.
So the prison lord took action twice in these days, both times because of Li Shi. The first time was the sword that stopped Li Shi. That time, Li Shi probably came to find out the details of Liu Qinghe, and the second time was because of Li Shi. The second time was when You Chunshan entered Tianmen in a dream.
Liu Qinghe's sincere advice, but Li Shi didn't listen, so naturally he had no choice but to take action.
If you can be a good person, who wants to be a bad person?
Liu Qinghe thought sadly.
Nan Dao didn't know what Liu Qinghe was thinking, but what Liu Qinghe said really made him feel at ease.
"What about the word Guan that Li Shi left in You Chunshan's body?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "That's probably the Taoist's sword."
The famous swords in the world, after being tempered by the great sword cultivation sword intention, some sword intention will naturally remain on it, so it will scream when it meets the master and the enemy.
When Nan Dao heard Liu Qinghe's words, he understood the function of that word.
That is the Dao sword of Dao cultivator.
Just like the young man behind him now, he is still carrying the scabbard from which he can draw the two swords of law and law.
Taoists will naturally use Taoist swords, but instead of cultivating sword intention, they will use Taoist rhyme to draw the sword, just like the sword that Qing Xiang and Zhang Xiaoyu used the words of Taoism to drive outside Nanyi City.
"So as long as You Chunshan holds the sword and generates sword thoughts and sword seeds in the divine sea, the Dao inscription will turn into a Dao sword and go straight into the divine sea?"
Nan Dao said thoughtfully.
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Yes."
"Can that sword be taken out?"
Liu Qinghe smiled softly and said, "It's attached to his heart. How do you take it out? Take out his heart, lungs, liver and gallbladder and take a picture of it?"
"..."
If Liu Qinghe hadn't been known as the Lord of Hell, he would probably be considered an interesting person.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, but continued to ask: "Can the prison master get rid of it?"
Liu Qinghe raised his wine glass, took a sip, and said calmly: "Of course, it's okay, but Li Shi's Dao Wen needs my sword power to kill him, and he can't bear my sword power."
The young man sat there silently holding an umbrella.
Liu Qinghe kindly reminded him.
"Your pear cider is ready."
The young man came back to his senses, took the jug from the stove, poured himself a glass, and sat there drinking silently.
Liu Qinghe didn't know what he was thinking of. He looked at the young man and continued: "Speaking of this, you shouldn't come to me for such a thing. It's not just that one with a high realm and a strong sword will be able to solve all problems in the world."
Nan Dao looked at Liu Qinghe with some surprise, and said hesitantly: "What do you mean, sir?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said: "Of course, the affairs of the Tiangong Division should be left to the Tiangong Division to resolve."
"Can the Tiangong Division solve it?"
Nan Dao looked at Liu Qinghe in shock.
The Lord of Heavenly Prison stood up with the last remaining glass of wine in his hands, looked up at the high-rise buildings and hanging streets outside Heavenly Prison, and said calmly: "You underestimate Tiangongsi. Da Fengchao has been supporting Tiangong with all his strength for thousands of years. How can the Si Yamen be so simple? So far, what the world can see is still just the tip of the iceberg of the Tiangong Si."
Nan Dao sat there silently, not even knowing when the wine in his glass was finished.
After a long time, Nan Dao asked softly: "How will the Tiangong Division solve the problem?"
Liu Qinghe shrugged, drank all the wine in his glass, and looked innocent with his eyes open.
"That's a matter of the Tiangong Department, how do I know?"
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "It turns out that your Excellency was just guessing."
Liu Qinghe smiled and said: "There is no such thing as groundless speculation."
The Lord of Hell said and looked at the pot of wine on the table.
"Do you still want to drink your pear wine? If not, I'll pour it out and cook it again."
Nan Dao shook his head.
It's not without reason that Liu Qinghe doesn't like drinking this kind of immature pear wine.
It's sour and astringent after being cooked. It's a damn thing if you can drink it.
Even those who like to drink bitter liquor may not be able to drink it.
So there is no need to deceive young people in the world, but there is no need to deceive young people in the world.
...
When Nan Dao returned to Tiangong Division, the two people were still huddled in the alley looking at the vast underground division.
In fact, although the alley of Tiangongsi is narrow, it is not crowded enough for two people.
It's just that when they first reserved the road, they only considered that two officials coming from opposite sides would pass by each other with documents in their hands. They did not consider that someone had a broken leg and could only sit in a wheelchair.
Although Yu Chaoyun was a Taoist cultivator who had left the customs, his hearing this time was not as sharp as that of You Chunshan. Until the young man in the wheelchair looked back at the young man coming with an umbrella, he said with a smile: "Uncle Master is back. ”
Yu Chaoyun turned around belatedly, looked at Nan Dao and asked earnestly: "Uncle Master, have you seen the prison master? Why didn't he come?"
Nan Dao held an umbrella through the water vapor and walked through the alley. He just saw that the end of the alley was filled with two people, but he did not continue to walk over. He stood not far behind You Chunshan, nodded and said: "See you there." Here we are, the prison master said these things, there is no point in asking him, let us go to Mr. Song."
Yu Chaoyun asked with some confusion: "This should belong to the practice world, why do you want to find Chief Song?"
In the view of this Qingtian Dao girl, the things about Li Shi at Shanhe Guan are naturally problems that can only be solved by practitioners. Naturally, he couldn't understand Liu Qinghe's answer.
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "I don't know either."
You Chunshan looked strange and said, "Why don't you know?"
"Because Prison Master Liu doesn't know either."
"..."
The three of them were relatively speechless in the alley.
Liu Qinghe's answer made people feel helpless.
After a long time, Nan Dao said softly: "Let's go to Chief Song's place first."
Yu Chaoyun nodded, carried the sword box behind his back, walked behind You Chunshan's wheelchair, and pushed the young man towards the small courtyard of Tiangong Siya where the two of them had been.
You Chunshan actually didn't want to bother such a busy boss anymore.
After all, in his opinion, it was nothing more than being unable to hold a sword.
But Yu Chaoyun's expression was very solemn - especially after Nan Dao told the two of them some of Liu Qinghe's answers on the way.
"Today he just doesn't want you to hold the sword. You think it's fine just not holding the sword. What if he thinks you can't live in the future? Then you won't live?"
You Chunshan was speechless.
This indeed makes perfect sense.
Leaving a Taoist text on his heart probably means that his life and death are in the hands of others.
The three of them walked through the winding alleys and arrived outside Song Yingxin's small courtyard.
As the head of the Tiangong Department, Song Yingxin is indeed very busy, and he is probably at the opposite end of the spectrum from Liu Qinghe.
Although the courtyard door was wide open, the three of them still waited in the alley outside the courtyard.
After all, there were many officials coming and going with heavy documents in their arms, which did seem to be a constant stream.
The matter of Kanhai Yamen, as well as the matter of Yunzhongjun Xuezhongjun, including the subsequent mobilization of the army of Huaidu Military Department, are probably also related to the Tiangong Division - Nandao saw that night, hanging in Huaidu On the street, he pointed at the figure of the Right Minister of the Ministry of War who was scolding his mother. Of course, this man is now the Minister of the Ministry of War.
When the latter passed by the alley, he gave Nan Dao a strange look.
But the boy didn't care.
After all, those things in the Siwu Demon Mansion were, in the final analysis, a matter between himself and Shui Zai Ping. As the new Minister of War, he probably knows a lot of things.
The three of them had been waiting there for a long time. Probably an official saw the three of them waiting there and went in to mention it to Song Yingxin. Then an official came out of the courtyard and looked at the three of them apologetically. .
"I'm sorry, gentlemen, the boss is really busy these days. He asked me to tell a few of you that if something really happens, you can go to Xuanhu Yazhong to look for Lord Bai Shu first."
Yu Chaoyun didn't have any objections to Nan Dao, he just thanked the official.
On the other hand, You Chunshan on the side didn't know what he thought of, and his expression became strange.
Yu Chaoyun, who had found out that Xuanhu Yamen was south of the Tiangong Si Platform Si Yamen, was about to push You Chunshan that way when he turned around and saw You Chunshan's extremely strange expression.
"Lord Bai Shu, is there a problem?"
Yu Chaoyun probably couldn't understand the reason for You Chunshan's expression.
You Chunshan sighed and said: "There is a problem, a big problem. He seems to like playing with axes. Either he wants to chop off my head or chop off my legs."
Nan Dao on the side turned to look at You Chunshan with raised eyebrows.
"What are you doing cutting off your legs?"
"He said he would give me a new leg."
"Then why don't you change?"
You Chunshan stopped talking and hesitated for a long time before sighing and saying, "It's hard to finish in one sentence, uncle."
