The two people who were seriously admonishing You Chunshan fell silent when they arrived here.
Facts have proven that sometimes, you really can’t think things through too well in advance.
On the contrary, You Chunshan felt relieved. It was not difficult to see that he was a little relieved, but also a little disappointed. He smiled in the wheelchair, looked back at Nandao and said, "It's okay now, uncle, we don't have to worry about it anymore."
Nan Dao didn't say anything, but Yu Chaoyun, who was carrying the sword box for Yu Chaoyun, was very melancholy. Looking at the old doctor walking back in the alley, he sighed and said, "What should we do?"
The three of them probably didn't know what to do.
If the Tiangong Division cannot solve such a problem, they are indeed at a loss.
You Chunshan was very calm. He raised his head and said sincerely: "Let's go eat first. I'm a little hungry."
Then let’s order first.
...
"Actually, those people who walk around the streets and tell people's fortunes with flags will usually only say that you have a bloody disaster."
Bu Suanzi stood in the alley outside Tianjing, looking at Liu Qinghe who was walking back from the streets of Huadu, and suddenly said something like this.
Although Liu Qinghe was a little surprised as to why this Taoist who lacked a certain discipline was still here, he was probably more curious about why he suddenly said such a thing.
The streets of Sophora Capital at the end of June were very noisy and lively, so the leaves of the Sophora japonica trees growing in the alleys were falling in the wind in a timely manner.
Some leaves fell on the great ape's shoulders.
If it was normal, he would just smile and brush it away.
But when seeing a person like Xie Chaoyu, there are some very ordinary things, and it is easy for people to think that this is a leaf destined to hang down on the shoulders.
Why does it fall sooner or later, but why does it fall at this time?
Liu Qinghe reached out and took a leaf from his shoulder, walked to Bu Suanzi, looked up at the sky, and saw that it was not very late.
"Why?"
"Because it is the nature of all creatures in the world to seek good fortune and avoid harm."
Bu Suanzi did not say a single word "human".
In fact, it is true that not only people, but all things in the world, everything that can move, are naturally profitable.
Liu Qinghe seemed to understand something, and said with a slight smile: "So the fortune teller will say that you will have a bloody disaster in the near future, and you must do what you need to do to resolve it. If you do it and nothing happens, then it is indeed resolved. Well, if you do it and you happen to be unlucky, and your toe is injured by a falling tile while passing by in the alley, you will think that the master is really clever. If you do it, your luck is extremely unlucky, and you will be punished for committing something When your head is beheaded, you will think that if you had known it then, you would have given the master more money. But what if I disdain this?"
Bu Suanzi lowered his head and smiled softly, and said: "So to you, it doesn't matter that I am a charlatan. If one person doesn't believe it, it doesn't mean that the whole world will not believe it."
Liu Qinghe lowered his head, looked at the old Taoist next to him, and said, "So what does the temple master want to say?"
The old Taoist who was three feet away from destiny said calmly: "Those who can give people expectations of destiny naturally have such abilities themselves."
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "Then the master of the temple, can you wish me to be free every day and not have to work, so I can just drink and look at the flowers?"
The fortune teller was speechless, looked at Liu Qinghe for a long time, and said slowly: "Prison Master is a bit pushy, Xiaodao really doesn't have such ability."
Liu Qinghe stood in the alley and laughed.
After laughing for a long time, Liu Qinghe lowered his head again, looked at Bu Suanzi and said with a smile: "Why is the temple master still in Huaidu?"
Bu Suanzi said softly: "This is what I call, the story of people's expected destiny."
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows, and seemed to realize something. He turned to look at the other end of the alley.
On the bustling streets of Huaidu, there are young people who seem to be afraid of the sun and are walking silently with umbrellas. There are also young people who seem to be afraid of being tired and are lazily huddled in wheelchairs and asking others to push them. There are even girls wearing Taoist skirts. As if he aspires to become a swordsman, he carries an extremely delicate sword box on his back.
Of course, you cannot see the essence of everything in the world just by looking at it.
Liu Qinghe watched for a long time before looking at the old Taoist beside him in surprise: "Did the viewer already see this scene?"
The fortune teller thought for a moment and said, "If I say that I really saw it, will the prison master think it's nonsense?"
Liu Qinghe said sincerely: "Yes."
Bu Suanzi smiled softly and said, "Because this is indeed nonsense."
This is probably also contrary to the false value of missing one particle observation proposed by Bu Shuanzi.
"What you say is pragmatic, but what you see is not true." Fortune teller stood there very seriously, "If you know that the wine flag will move, then don't think about when the wind will come."
Liu Qinghe stood in the alley and said slowly: "The wind will come when it is supposed to come."
The Lord of Hell seemed to suddenly understand why the fortune teller would talk about ordinary fortune tellers before, usually only talking about things like the bloody disaster.
The divination operator is probably indeed extraordinary.
He dared to say that You Chunshan would definitely become a great swordsman.
Liu Qinghe stood there with squinted eyes and looked at the three people in the alley who seemed to be looking for a restaurant for a long time, and then said softly: "The Fengwuyuan and Mathematics School of Xuanshuyuan are better than Tiangong in terms of all-spirit mimicry." Si, is there one missing?"
The old Taoist smiled slightly.
"It's about the precision of the machine."
After all, the Qingtian Dao has always been at the forefront of the world.
Liu Qinghe said sadly: "So that's it."
The Lord of Hell turned to look at the divination operator, thought for a while, and said, "Do you need me to be the pusher of fate?"
Bu Suanzi just said calmly: "It would be too deliberate for the prison master to say such things in person."
Liu Qinghe sighed and said: "But there is a fate of poor information, and sometimes it is difficult to get out of it."
...
Among the three, probably only Nan Dao stayed in Huaidu longer.
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun both hurried to the Tiangong Division after coming to Huaidu, so probably when Yu Chaoyun was entrusted by Nandao to come up to hear the news about Huaidu, he suddenly saw those cracked pumpkins. Only in this world can there be such wonder.
The three of them didn't have much money, so in the end Nan Dao took the two of them to the original noodle shop.
Gu Xiaoer always felt that these three people looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.
The only one who was more impressive was the young man holding an umbrella and carrying a sword. The young man didn't look outstanding, but his posture was hard to forget.
It should be called Nandao.
Gu Xiaoer was actually not sure whether his name was that. If Zhu Congwen was here, he would definitely know.
It's a pity that after the scholar went to the Imperial College, there was no news at all.
It's just that whether the boy is called Nandao or Beidao is irrelevant.
Even the reason why Cong Ren died was irrelevant to Gu Xiaoer, not to mention the young man sitting by the window.
The middle-aged man ran over, asked the three of them what noodles they wanted, and then hurried into the kitchen.
Yu Chaoyun helped You Chunshan out of the wheelchair - in fact, there was no need to do this. After all, he only had a broken leg and was not paralyzed. When he was on the cliff, he could still use crutches to watch the immortal energy. Wandering around.
But because You Chunshan liked to fall on the ground in the past, Yu Chaoyun still subconsciously helped him down.
You Chunshan sat opposite Nan Dao, turned to look at Yu Chaoyun who was adjusting his wheelchair, then turned back to look at the young uncle, and said sincerely: "Actually, think about it, after walking here, It's good, Uncle Master. I used to be able to walk and jump, but no one knows what day I will suddenly collapse to the ground and be unable to get up. Now, although I have lost one leg, I can still count on it. Good thing. Besides, it’s just that I can’t do sword cultivation. Is this the only way in the world to follow sword cultivation?”
Of course, there is more to the world than just sword cultivation.
If only this young man had not been involved in some stories.
Naturally, you can do whatever you want.
Nan Dao looked at You Chunshan silently, but did not say anything about what to do with the old Taoist who talked about fate.
After all, for the young man, even if he is a Thirteen-level cultivator, he is just a passerby who meets by chance.
It's just that even if the young man didn't say anything, You Chunshan himself couldn't really ignore such a thing.
It's just that some things don't make much sense when said.
It only makes sense to eat the noodles while they are hot when they are served.
The noodles were prepared with ingredients in advance and they came really quickly.
Before Yu Chaoyun could decide whether to take off the sword box, the waiter in the noodle shop had already brought the hot noodles.
The noodles at that noodle shop in Donghai are indeed very good, but they are far away.
The three of them sat there, not saying much, just eating their noodles with their own thoughts.
Although Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan had eaten noodles here, they probably didn't remember it, so naturally they had nothing to say.
But Nan Dao suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Gu Xiaoer who was wiping the table next to him, and asked.
"Is Zhu Congwen gone?"
The intersection between scholars and teenagers is actually not that many.
But after all, in such a capital city to the north of the human world, being able to meet some people from Nanyi City may indeed provide some comfort.
Gu Xiaoer raised his head and looked at the young man under the umbrella by the window for a long time, then lowered his head again and said with a smile: "He has gone to the Imperial College. It will probably be difficult to come back to this noodle shop in the future. After all, he is sitting in a small restaurant eating It may be a bit disgraceful to face such a thing.”
Nan Dao actually didn't understand what Gu Xiaoer said, but he didn't say much. The boy was indeed not a talkative person.
The three of them sat there and finished eating the noodles. The young man paid and settled the bill, and then stood together on the hanging street of Huaidu.
People were coming and going on the streets. Some were going down the steps to the lower streets, while others were going up to the higher floors.
You Chunshan stood there in amazement.
Tiangong Division belongs to Huaidu, but Huaidu is certainly not a place that is always covered by some water vapor.
First of all, it is the Sophora Capital of the world.
The three of them had nothing to do, so they followed the bustling flow of people and walked casually through the streets.
When he walked to the hanging street near the inclined platform, You Chunshan, who was sitting in the wheelchair, suddenly remembered something. He turned to look at Nandao and asked: "Uncle Master, I remember when I came here that time, Aren't there many sword cultivators? Why are they all gone now?"
Nan Dao raised his head and crossed the edge of the umbrella, and quietly looked at the wide platform that had not yet reached the top of Sophora Capital during the day for a long time. It was indeed very lonely inside, with neither moonlight nor sword cultivators, and only some children inside. Running and playing.
In fact, such a question is not only curious to You Chunshan, but also to many people in the world.
The Human Sword Sect came in a hurry, and finally fell silent together with the story of the Siwu Demon Mansion.
The world couldn't help but guess that they had met the same fate as the Siwu Demon Mansion.
When You Chunshan asked this question, there were actually quite a few passers-by looking at the three of them sideways.
The sword cultivator under the umbrella, the young man in the wheelchair, and the Taoist cultivator girl carrying the sword box. With this combination, no matter where they go, no one will think that they are just ordinary people in the world.
So maybe I am indeed a little curious about whether I will hear some answers from such a young man called Uncle Master.
Of course Nan Dao knows.
But when he discovered that the world didn't know it, he realized that there might be some things that couldn't be said.
So he thought about what the emperor told him about the desert that day, but he just shook his head calmly and said, "I don't know."
You Chunshan was obviously a little regretful. He sighed and said, "Well, in fact, when I first came to Huaidu, I looked up and saw the sword cultivators sitting on the stage. I thought that if the disease was cured by then, Find a good apprentice to learn swordsmanship from."
After all, he was a sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect. There were probably not a few people in Huaidu who had such thoughts.
Yu Chaoyun actually smiled and said, "Didn't you say that you learned your sword from Senior Cong Ren?"
You Chunshan said: "If it is true, then why is it so?"
As he spoke, this young man from Donghai said with some wishful thinking: "If my master is Cong Ren, then no matter what, I have to go to Nanyi City to do the work of eating without paying for it a few times."
"..."
The three of them were chatting while heading towards higher ground in Sophora Capital.
Although such a capital is not a city on a hill, it is sometimes far better than a city on a hill. Pavilions and hanging streets are stacked up all over the place, just like what Chen He said about Yunchuan. If someone is afraid of heights, they may not dare to go up.
You Chunshan held his chin and was pushed by Yu Chaoyun until he reached the upper level hanging on the street.
"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of scaring the heavens."
This young man from the East China Sea suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky that was gradually glowing with orange light, and said with a sigh.
Although Yu Chaoyun didn't know why You Chunshan was saying such things, he looked up at the sky with curiosity and said softly: "Is there really a person in the sky?"
You Chunshan glanced at the young man beside him, who was standing there calmly holding an umbrella. You Chunshan then turned back and looked at Yu Chaoyun who let go of the wheelchair and stood on the other side with the sword case on his back, and said seriously: "Of course there is, I've seen it before."
Maybe I once smiled and touched his dog's head and said it was very good, now you can see him forever.
Yu Chaoyun probably didn't believe it. He just looked at the skylight that was gradually falling towards the dusk and said with a sigh: "No wonder His Majesty said that day that you never get tired of watching dusk on earth."
There is no explanation.
It’s just that I really don’t get tired of watching it.
However, as she looked at it, the girl from Qingtian Dao looked a little strange, and she suddenly looked down at the back of her hand that was resting on the guardrail.
There seemed to be a piece of snow on it, but it was melting rapidly.
The Qingtian Dao girl subconsciously looked at the young uncle beside her.
Although not everyone knows about the young man sleeping in the snow under his umbrella.
only.
It's just that Xixue Jiannan Island, which has begun to gain fame in the East China Sea, is probably not a secret.
She originally thought it was this uncle who drew his sword.
Just not.
The boy under the umbrella, the boy under the umbrella who couldn't see the rain and snow in the world, also lowered his head and looked at a certain piece of fine snow that had been blown under the umbrella.
Snow in the world.
But this seems to be an illusion of young girls. Although the end of June represents the beginning of autumn in the world.
However, even north of Huaian, there will be no wind and snow.
Unless it is a very high-lying place.
Are sophora trees tall?
It's high, of course, but nowhere near the point where there will be snow.
You Chunshan, who was a bit belated, saw a piece of fine snow falling on the wheelchair, but when he looked up, it was clear that there was nothing.
This young man from Donghai also looked at Nandao.
After all, Yu Chaoyun only heard the name of Xixuejian.
But You Chunshan witnessed the birth of the name Xixuejian at the foot of the East China Sea Cliff.
The young man stood by the stream, facing the problems of those Donghai sword cultivators, and said the word "Xixue" very calmly.
Of course Nan Dao knew that the two of them were looking at him.
The young man under the umbrella just calmly turned his hand over, shook off the snowflakes that had not yet melted, and said softly: "It has nothing to do with me."
In fact, at this moment, all the people in Huaidu raised their heads in surprise and looked at the sky. It seemed that everyone felt the falling snow.
only.
Just looking up, it was a leisurely dusk, and there was no sign of the coming heavy snow.
The three of them watched for a long time on the hanging street, but Nan Dao seemed to suddenly remember something and suddenly pulled out the Parrot Island.
Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan on the side looked at the young master uncle in confusion.
The young man just squinted his eyes and quietly looked at the slowly fading sword intent on the sword.
After a long time, he put the sword back with a complicated expression, looked up at the sky, and said softly: "Maybe Cao Weiying died."
When Yu Chaoyun heard this name, he stood there in a daze.
But You Chunshan on the side showed a very surprised look.
"Uncle Master, aren't you joking?"
It is indeed difficult for this young man from Donghai to accept such a thing.
Although he only met the young man in Qingshang once, he saw more things.
Nan Dao felt a little disappointed in his heart and did not answer You Chunshan's question. He just stood there quietly and looked at the sky for a long time.
