Nan Dao had never thought that the process of getting the drawings would be so simple.
Song Yingxin guessed his purpose from the beginning, and then brought him to such a place directly.
No open flames allowed here.
But as far as the boy could see, there were open flames everywhere - the fire of civilization.
At this moment, the drawings with more than 36 million grids are no longer lifeless paper. The traces of those who carefully drew patterns and written notes on them bit by bit using secular pen and ink rulers are very similar. Many budding seeds of great potential were carefully stored in caves by pumpkin farmers in the harsh winter before spring arrived.
It’s just that sometimes what seems the simplest is often the hardest.
Just like Song Yingxin said, he didn't ask the young man to pay anything for Tiangong Division.
However, this is precisely a far-reaching plan.
For the South Island, this may be the most difficult road.
Who can guarantee that they will always be sincere and kind?
The young man stood in front of the stone wall steps and said softly: "I will try my best."
Song Yingxin just turned his head and looked at Nandao deeply.
"Don't do your best, do it if you must."
Nan Dao looked for a long time at the eyes of the middle-aged boss who had become a little short-sighted due to dealing with affairs and flipping through drawings all year round. The light inside was not sharp, but the young man saw an indescribable power in it.
After a long silence, the young man said softly: "Okay."
...
It actually took Nandao a long time to get such a drawing.
Although he has entered the path and is considered an upper-class monk in the world of practice, such a young man may be afraid that the movements he will make when he walks away on the sword wind will be rolled up and stored securely in those grids. He still held an umbrella and walked sincerely along the spiral steps, bit by bit, until he stepped on the gridded walkways and felt a little more at ease.
As Song Yingxin said, the Tiangong Division's thousand-year savings and more than 36 million drawings contained almost everything in the world.
The young man had always thought that the so-called immortal energy was the ultimate thing that such a bureaucracy could possess.
It was only when he walked here that he realized his shallowness and ignorance.
Those grids are one person high and three feet wide. They are filled with blueprints, ranging from human tools to world construction. When Nan Dao accidentally glanced at it, he also saw the structure of Dayi's Bow that shocked the spiritual world. The storage compartment for drawings.
Some have actually been implemented.
The young man didn't look at anything else. He hurried to the 600-year-old square and found the drawing about the Heart of Machinery.
Song Yingxin was still standing there waiting for him.
Such a boss naturally knows what it means to bring a sword cultivator from the small realm into such a place.
Once Nan Dao goes crazy, even if there are many swords that contain the immortal energy in the office, it will probably be too late to stop him.
Nan Dao stopped at the last step of the hanging steps, and the drawing was carefully kept in his arms.
The young man under the umbrella looked at Song Yingxin, who was standing there peacefully, in amazement for a long time, then bowed and said sincerely: "Thank you, Sir."
Song Yingxin smiled slightly.
"Now that you have it, let's go."
The young man nodded.
The two walked forward along the passage they came from. Nan Dao picked up his sword not far away and silently carried it behind him.
The fluorescent lights behind him were gradually dimming, which made the young man subconsciously look back. In the curved passage, there was no longer a cave wall visible, but boundless tranquility spread in the fluorescent lights.
Song Yingxin patted his shoulder and walked forward without saying anything.
The two walked out of the door, Song Yingxin stayed behind and slowly closed the door.
Nan Dao looked back at such a seemingly simple courtyard gate. He was silent for a while and said softly: "Tiangong Division has been storing them here for thousands of years? Are you not afraid of someone breaking in?"
Song Yingxin just laughed softly and said, "Guess why there is no one else in this alley?"
Nan Dao squinted his eyes and looked at the alley, and finally his eyes slowly fell on the alley walls on both sides. There seemed to be some faint sword marks on those green walls.
The young man seemed to understand something. Thinking of the flowing swords that shuttled through the office, he slowly said: "It seems that there are probably many swords of immortal energy in the alley."
Song Yingxin said softly: "Yes."
The middle-aged boss seemed to have remembered something again. He looked at Nandao with a smile and said, "When the Siwu Demon Mansion rebelled, you should have seen one of them."
Wang Shu.
That huge sword was deceived by Song Yingxin, who had forgotten his name, into taking it as the bow of Yi. Before taking it to the palace, it finally turned into a slender moonlight-like sword. , fell into Kamigawa's hands and chopped down.
Of course Nan Dao will not forget that sword.
"That sword came from here?"
The young man looked at Song Yingxin and asked.
Song Yingxin shook his head calmly and said: "No, that handle is called Wangshu, but corresponding to it, there is another handle called Feilian. The front Wangshu makes the leader come, and the back Feilian makes the subordinate rush. That handle is here .”
"Where?"
"At your feet."
Before Song Yingxin finished speaking, a stone slab under the young man's feet suddenly cracked, and a sword with a simple shape and complicated patterns suddenly shot out from under the alleyway, causing a strong wind to fill the alleyway.
The style of this sword is somewhat different from that of the sword called Wangshu.
Song Yingxin, who was just a worldly person, caught the sword very calmly, looked at the decorations on it, and said slowly: "Wangshu is the moon god among Huangliang gods and ghosts, and Feilian is the god among Huangliang gods and ghosts. The Feng Bo in the middle. This is a saying from Master Zuotu of ancient Chu."
The boy who could even spell wrong words seemed to understand something at this moment.
Wangshu is the leader in the front, and Fei Lian is the leader behind.
So Fei Lian is guarding those drawings and is following the footsteps of the human world.
"Oh I see."
But what the young man was probably more curious about was how Song Yingxin was able to catch such a sword.
But before Nan Dao could ask, Song Yingxin came over and calmly inserted Fei Lian into the stone slab again.
"It's just some trails."
Nan Dao thought for a long time, and probably couldn't figure out what kind of institutional structure this was from his own poor knowledge.
"I can't understand it."
Song Yingxin smiled, walked forward, and said softly: "Who can say that he can definitely understand everything in the world?"
The young man held an umbrella and carried a sword on his back, and followed Song Yingxin as he walked outside. He said softly: "But this always makes me look a bit like a loser."
...
In fact, the Tiangong Division's protection for a place like this is naturally more than just a lot of swords in an alleyway.
When such a door was opened, two men in black robes appeared on the edge of the broken street underground in Huaidu, looking there quietly.
One is tall and the other is short. Of course, the short person is not really short, but the tall person is just too tall.
Kamigawa, who can hold up such a large black imperial robe, is certainly not short in stature. On the contrary, in the eyes of the world, this emperor is undoubtedly tall and burly.
It's a pity that Liu Qinghe looks too much like a big ape.
The Lord of Heavenly Prison has not left Huaidu this day, because the Ministry of War has just begun to deploy towards the south, so naturally he does not need to be in such a hurry.
When he stood there across the water mist, just like peering into the white flowers in the middle of the water, watching Song Yingxin lead the young man into the torch, he also let out a cry of surprise, and then turned to look at Shenhe beside him. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"
Kamigawa said calmly: "If that's what I mean, what am I here to see?"
Liu Qinghe said thoughtfully: "Then Song Yingxin is really brave."
Kamigawa said calmly: "You and I are still in Huaidu, there is nothing to be afraid of, even if everything is inevitable. At worst, the world will wait for Qianqiu."
The emperor's eyes gradually left the open courtyard door and fell on the many government offices spreading like mountain flowers in the distance. His tone was rare and gentle.
"This is not a matter of one generation. It is a matter of generations and all generations. We are still far away from the sky, Liu Qinghe."
Liu Qinghe looked curiously at the courtyard door where a young man walked in.
"How would your Majesty tell Nan Dao those things if Song Yingxin was there?"
Kamigawa said calmly: "This is his business."
Liu Qinghe did not continue to ask, but sighed.
"Speaking of which, we didn't seem to notice that the boy entered the trail. How could anyone be so fast in the world?"
Kamikawa subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky. Unfortunately, he couldn't see such a distant night sky underground in Huaidu.
Liu Qinghe said sincerely: "Senior Sword Master does not count."
So the emperor looked down at his right hand.
"..." Liu Qinghe said helplessly: "How can a scholar like Qingxuanxu, who has never practiced cultivation, count?"
Shenhe glanced at Liu Qinghe and said calmly: "This doesn't count, and that doesn't count. No wonder you would say such a thing."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.
"Whatever I didn't see doesn't count."
"Then you see it now?"
"Maybe I saw it."
The emperor on earth and the lord of hell were chatting leisurely there.
He probably really didn't care that Song Yingxin brought the young man into the Land of Torch.
It wasn't until the two people from Si Zhong came out again that the two figures slowly left.
...
When Nan Dao returned to the yard, You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun were still waiting there.
The Qingtian Dao girl was sitting on the steps of the corridor, drinking some wolfberry tea.
As for You Chunshan, because he had just stepped out of the world, even though he couldn't see the sky when he raised his head, he would naturally feel sleepy at this time, so he was dozing off while sitting in the wheelchair with his head bent.
When Yu Chaoyun heard footsteps outside the alley, he looked towards the courtyard gate, but he was probably not sure whether it was Nandao, so he didn't stand up.
It wasn't until the young man holding an umbrella opened the door and walked in that Yu Chaoyun put down the tea cup and greeted him with the sword case on his knees rather uneasily.
"How about it, Uncle Master, does the Master agree?"
However, You Chunshan was also awakened by the movement in the yard. He raised his hand to wipe the saliva from his lips and looked at the two people in the yard.
The young man's expression was a little solemn, which obviously made the two of them feel a little disappointed.
But what didn't match that look was the fact that the boy said "I've got it" very simply.
You Chunshan thought that he had not woken up, which caused him to mishear. Just looking at Yu Chaoyun's relaxed profile, the young man became confused, so Gululu rolled his wheelchair and went to the two of them, unsure. He asked: "Uncle Master, did you really get it?"
Nan Dao nodded, thought for a while, took out such a drawing and handed it to the two of them.
In fact, Bai Zhu was right. The structure of such a mechanical heart is extremely delicate and complex, with nearly a hundred pages of detailed drawings.
Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan originally wanted to study it, but they just took it over and looked at the dense patterns on it, and gave up the idea in an instant.
Just like Jiang Shanxue said that he was not a doctor and asked You Chunshan to find a doctor for treatment every time he came to Huai.
Of course, professional matters should be left to professionals.
The two looked at each other cautiously, and finally decided to put the drawing at the bottom of the sword box.
You Chunshan looked at Yu Chaoyun who was holding the box very carefully.
"Sister, please."
The girl from Qingtian Dao may have lost her anger, or maybe it was true that things like this couldn't be joked about. She held the sword box in her arms very seriously and said, "Junior brother, don't worry, I am here and the box is here."
Originally, Yu Chaoyun was a little uncomfortable with being called Junior Brother You Chunshan.
He just saw Nan Dao being called Uncle Master every day and didn't mind, so he naturally sincerely accepted such a title.
That may be true after all.
Although the young man's only status that can be compared with the world's seniority is that of a small Lingnan sword cultivator.
It's just that this person calls Zhang Xiaoyu, Chen Huaifeng, Mei Xiyu and the others, senior practitioners of the previous generation, every day, so naturally he calls him uncle.
Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan were still talking there, but when they turned around, they found that Nan Dao had walked away silently holding an umbrella.
Both of them looked obviously confused.
Why did he get the blueprints so quickly and still look like this?
Did he pay a very heavy price to get such a thing from Song Yingxin?
You Chunshan felt a little guilty, and after thinking about it, he asked Yu Chaoyun to push the wheelchair and follow him.
...
The young man went to the roof of the small building in the courtyard and sat on the eaves, holding a bottle of wine and drinking there. He quietly looked at the black eaves of the office and the red light in the distance.
You Chunshan, who followed him in a wheelchair, didn't know what he was thinking.
In addition, the young man went to the eaves after a disagreement, which left You Chunshan at a loss even though he had seen the mountain but didn't know how to use it.
Fortunately, Yu Chaoyun on the side saw You Chunshan's thoughts. He held the sword box in one hand and pinched the Taoist formula with the other. He blew the Taoist wind and sent the young man who would become an immortal sooner or later there.
You Chunshan sat there very excitedly, completely forgetting that he was lame on one leg - it probably didn't matter whether he was lame or not when he was sitting here, it was just hanging there anyway.
He just looked down at Yu Chaoyun who was still below, thought for a moment and asked, "Sister, can't you come up?"
Yu Chaoyun shook his head, pointed to the sword box in his hand, and said seriously: "I'm afraid of dropping it."
"Oh well."
You Chunshan was obviously a little disappointed.
However, Yu Chaoyun looked at Nan Dao, who was quietly drinking wine next to You Chunshan.
"Uncle Master, let me heat up the wine for you."
Nan Dao looked down at the Qingtian Dao girl, but suddenly remembered that in the alley, she had said that she should drink as little cold wine as possible. He was silent for a while and threw down the wine bottle in his hand.
Of course a swordsman's vision must be good.
The wine flask fell accurately into Yu Chaoyun's outstretched hand. The Qingtian Dao girl then held the sword box and ran to the corridor to warm the wine for the young man.
You Chunshan sat there with his head tilted and looked at Nandao for a long time, but did not speak.
Nan Dao frowned, lowered the umbrella in his hand, and said, "What are you looking at?"
You Chunshan turned his head and said sincerely: "I was afraid that my uncle would be wronged, so I couldn't think about it, so I jumped out of here with a plop."
This young man from Donghai sighed and said: "Then I have really committed a heinous crime."
"..."
Nan Dao was silent. He subconsciously wanted to take a sip of wine, but it was empty. Only then did he realize that he had just thrown down the wine bottle.
You Chunshan stopped joking.
Although he calls him uncle and sister all day long, in fact, such a young man is much older than the teenager, and he is truly the same age as Zhang Xiaoyu and others.
In the hundred years of human life, this is indeed a long time.
"Master uncle looks a little depressed?"
You Chunshan asked very seriously.
Nan Dao sat there holding an umbrella, looking into the distance quietly. After a long time, he said softly: "It's not depression, it's..."
The young man may not know how to describe such a feeling.
You Chunshan didn't say anything, quietly waiting for the young man to think of such an answer.
The young man's eyes finally slowly fell on the umbrella in his hand, and he said softly: "I seem to be holding something heavier than this umbrella."
You Chunshan asked somewhat unclearly: "What is it?"
"It's human..."
The young man spoke normally, but stopped talking and said softly: "It's nothing."
The young man under the umbrella put away his previous expression, smiled softly, and said very maturely: "It's just a little wind and snow."
"..."
You Chunshan was speechless.
But the boy probably meant what he said.
It's just a little bit of wind and snow, and some things that need to be guarded in the wind and snow.
You Chunshan also saw that Nan Dao didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask any more. He just sat there and looked at the mist and lights of Si Yamen, swinging his legs as if they were still healthy.
The pot of wine didn't stay hot for long. After all, Yu Chaoyun was still making wolfberry tea earlier, so the stove was naturally hot, and there wasn't much wine left in the pot, so it naturally heated up very quickly.
There was only a small amount of hot wine left, but this young man, who had a good capacity for drinking, became a little drunk.
Perhaps even many years later, it would be difficult for him to forget such a story in the Tiangong Department.
