Yu Chaoyun was also surprised when he saw the young master uncle leaving and returning.
Although the young man did not say that he would not come back after leaving Tiangong Division this time, she did not expect that Nan Dao really just went out for a while and then returned to the division quietly.
It is worth mentioning that.
The two of them did not meet in that courtyard, but in a very cramped alley somewhere in the office.
This Qingtian Dao girl was holding the wooden sword and looking around, as if she was looking for something.
"Why did Uncle Master come back?"
Yu Chaoyun didn't know the stories in Huaidu, so he was naturally curious.
Nan Dao stood there holding an umbrella, looking up at the many bright red lights dotted in the gradually thinning rain curtain - probably like many bloody ground.
The young man lowered his head and said calmly: "Because I have finished reading what I wanted to see."
Yu Chaoyun said oh.
Nan Dao looked at Yu Chaoyun for a long time, his eyes stopped on the wooden sword wrapped in cloth, thought for a while, and said, "Are you looking for You Chunshan?"
Yu Chaoyun hesitated for a while, but still nodded, and said softly: "I had a dream just after Uncle Master left. In the dream, someone from the East China Sea was tied up, and they said they wanted to chop him up, chop him up, stew him in soup, and drink him. Then someone picked up an ax and started hitting his head..."
Nan Dao looked at this Qingtian Dao girl in silence.
After a while, Nan Dao looked up at the many eaves above the alley, then jumped up and landed on the eaves of the government offices.
Yu Chaoyun looked up at the young man and asked with some confusion: "What is Uncle Master going to do?"
Nan Dao just said calmly: "You come with me."
Yu Chaoyun hesitated for a while, looked around with a guilty conscience, and then followed the wind and landed on the ridges of the roofs.
The young man held an umbrella and walked quietly on the eaves tiles with red lights hanging on them. He walked until he reached the Si Yamen on a higher ground, then stopped and sat down on the ridge of the roof.
Yu Chaoyun was afraid of trampling on other people's tiles, so he walked very carefully. It took him a long time to catch up with the boy's pace.
In fact, it is probably very difficult for such a thing to happen.
After all, whether it's Taoist style or sword style, they are all things that can make a person's body light.
The young man held such a heavy umbrella, but he didn't trample through those yamen, let alone this Qingtian Dao girl.
Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man sitting on the edge of the roof - this was probably a scene that every young man had dreamed of. He was sitting there with a sword on his back and a bottle of wine, looking into the distance and saying many emotional things. thing.
This Qingtian Dao girl may have thought about it before.
It's a pity that she is a Taoist and not a sword cultivator, so she thought about it and did not sit down. Instead, she stood there in a blue skirt of Qingtian Dao and looked into the distance.
"You Chunshan is right over there."
The young man sat there, looking at a certain cliff covered in rain and fog, and said softly.
Yu Chaoyun was obviously a little surprised and looked down at the young master uncle beside him.
"Why is he there?"
This Qingtian Dao girl always thought that You Chunshan was among these offices, so she had been looking for a place that might be a medical center.
Nan Dao said calmly: "This is the secret of the Tiangong Division. I can only tell you this much. If you are really curious in the future, maybe you can ask the Secretary Master."
Yu Chaoyun turned back and looked over there for a long time. After a while, he said softly: "It's better to forget it."
Nan Dao said nothing more, just sat there quietly.
In fact, the reason why the young man came here was not only to tell Yu Chaoyun where You Chunshan was.
More importantly, maybe I want to find a place to sit for a while - influenced by a certain Qingshang boy in Tianshang Town, this boy under the umbrella also likes to sit in places like this to think quietly. thing.
Yu Chaoyun quietly looked at the shadowy underground cliff there. After a long time, he looked away, but he stopped at the pot of wine in Nandao.
"Uncle, did you go up there and buy a bottle of wine?"
Nan Dao looked down at the pot of wine on his waist, remained silent for a while, and said, "Yes."
After being quiet for a while, the young man slowly said: "I originally planned to take a few sips while looking at certain scenery, but when that time came, I found that I no longer had the intention to drink."
Yu Chaoyun asked with some confusion: "Why?"
Nan Dao sat under the roof umbrella for a long time and said calmly: "Because it's not satisfying at all. On the contrary, such a story only makes me feel very angry and very cold."
This young man said something very calmly, but was thinking about something very angrily.
Before he died, the Lord Attendant would say something that would make the young man unhappy.
Therefore, the young man who was supposed to have had a deep drink while wearing white clothes and slumped to death, did not even see the final result. He walked through the world alone with an umbrella and returned to these underground dome walls.
Yu Chaoyun hesitated for a while and said, "So what is that?"
Nan Dao took off the Parrot Island from behind, pulled out the sword, and placed it across his knees.
"I do have a very good and sharp sword." - This was the boy's answer when faced with a certain question in the Lingnan small building. He does have such a sword.
The young man raised his hand and gently stroked the blade of the Sword of Flowing Light. Under the extremely surprised gaze of the Qingtian Dao girl on the side, the blade of the sword was gradually covered with fine snow and frost.
"Someone knew that I had such a sword. He thought that I could kill people, so he tried every means to kill me. Even until death, I would not be happy."
The young man's voice was still calm.
But this time, Yu Chaoyun could hear the anger that the young man said.
"It's just such a thing."
When the young man said this, he fell silent.
Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man's sword for a long time, and then looked at the young man's umbrella. He thought for a long time, and then asked softly: "Is the sword that uncle mentioned is a real sword or a fake sword?"
Nan Dao said slowly: "Is there any difference between a real sword and a fake sword?"
Yu Chaoyun sighed and said, "Because people don't have to hold a sword."
Probably this is the difference between real swords and fake swords.
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, so he naturally knew what Yu Chaoyun meant.
"This sword is in my hand."
Yu Chaoyun's eyes stopped on the young man's umbrella, thought about it seriously for a long time, and said: "That is indeed an angry thing, after all..."
The girl from Qingtian Road said softly: "After all, no one has the right to ask others to sacrifice their lives for justice - this is a self-terminology."
The boy just sat there quietly.
Perhaps that is indeed the case.
In the story of the boy's journey, he also thought about ending himself.
Just when someone tells him that you should die.
The young man will still be uncontrollably angry.
To sacrifice one's life for righteousness in exchange for a righteousness praised by the world is naturally an extremely foolish self-movement.
Nan Dao did not doubt that if he had said to the dead waiter in white, "I will die," he would probably praise himself as a saint with great pride.
But Nan Dao doesn't want to be a saint.
He is not a person with tears in his eyes and full of love for the world.
He was just a young man who accidentally walked into the umbrella and could no longer escape from the world.
Nan Dao looked at Xixue with the sword in her lap for a long time.
This is of course an extremely complex and heavy issue.
Yu Chaoyun also doesn't know how to face such stories, and she is not a person who needs to live under an umbrella all day long.
So after a long silence, the Qingtian Dao girl said softly: "It's not good to drink cold wine all the time. I'll heat up the bar for my uncle when I get back."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said softly: "Thank you very much."
In fact, the boy can naturally heat his own wine.
As a sword cultivator, even Lu Xiaosan can now light his own sword fire.
It's just that hot wine and cold wine are synonymous with warm words and cold words.
Yu Chaoyun jumped off the roof and looked at the young man who landed lightly in front of him. As he walked towards the small courtyard, he said softly: "Actually, for most people in the world, no one will be liked by the majority of people."
Nan Dao walked calmly ahead.
Yu Chaoyun continued: "The reverse is also the same."
This Qingtian Dao girl may have thought of some of her serious uncles.
"I heard that Master Uncle knows Master Jiang Shanxue Jiang. In fact, Master Jiang is the same. No one in the audience likes him, but there are not many people who hate him. Sometimes people just can't understand some things. .”
Nan Dao just remained silent for a long time.
"Uncle Master himself said before that there are some things that he likes..."
Yu Chaoyun's words were interrupted by the boy who stopped.
Nan Dao stood there for a long time, standing under the umbrella, standing among many surprising and frightening Xixue sword intentions, and said calmly: "What if I don't like it too?"
When people are happy and when they are angry, they always say different things.
Perhaps the young man was indeed happy when he left the Tiangong Division.
But obviously not now.
Yu Chaoyun remained silent for a long time.
This was probably a sentence that made the comforting words she had been trying to think of suddenly pale and feeble.
The girl seemed to suddenly understand at that moment why such an uncle, who always seemed to avoid the world, was willing to take care of such a young man from the East China Sea.
It was never Zhu Congwen and Nan Dao who shared the same fate.
But Youchunshan and Nandao.
That young man who always said that it didn't matter if he fell twice, at certain times, when some of his fear and powerlessness were exposed, the world could actually see his disgust for his own life.
Yu Chaoyun sighed and said nothing more.
But at this time, the young man missed Lingnan, Lu Xiaoxiao, and his junior brother very much.
It's a pity that many things really become the past that cannot be traced back after all the long, boring and cumbersome years have gone forever.
At this moment, the young man suddenly wanted to hear Le Chaotian, who was curled up in bed by the stove, saying, "Senior brother, I want to eat fish."
That is a warm story in a heavy snow.
Rather than a chilling story in May.
...
The young man wanted to go back to Lingnan to visit.
It’s just that the stories of Lingnan seem to have gone far away.
...
The entire Huaihe community kept secret the story of what happened that night.
No one ever mentioned that night.
Not only the servants rebelled, but also a certain Zhongshu Ling who disappeared mysteriously, and also the sword cultivators who left Xianyuetai.
No one seemed to know what happened between the sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect and His Majesty that night.
It's just that sometimes when people stand on some high-rise buildings in Huaidu and look into the distance, they are still a little frightened when they see such a long-lasting sword mark that remains in the far north.
Whether that sword mark came from His Majesty or from some angry human sword cultivator, the world also didn’t know.
After all, the realm of the Great Dao is already an extremely distant thing for the world.
Naturally, not to mention those sword cultivators above the ninth level.
When Mei Xiyu saw Liu Qinghe again, the Lord of Heavenly Hell, who was wearing a black robe with gold patterns, had a strange piece missing from his clothes.
It was at the end of May on Siwufang Long Street that the prison master knocked on the door of the 90,000-guan small courtyard.
Mei Xiyu's eyes stayed on the missing piece of clothing for a long time. The prison master did not hide anything, he just smiled and said: "As you know, sometimes the people who break up the fight are the same as those who watch. Those who play drama will inevitably receive some beatings."
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, maybe she was glad that she left quickly that night.
The Taoist raised his head and looked in the direction of the Huaido slanting platform - there was no more sword intent there.
Now that His Majesty is back, everything in Huaidu will be restored to how it should be.
The streets and alleys are lively and prosperous, with hanging streets going back and forth, and people walking dozens of miles a day while sitting on the ground.
Probably the only difference is that the east side of the city where Mei Xiyu is located is a little too quiet.
After all, there are no more Siwu guards knocking on the door to find trouble.
Mei Xiyu looked at it for a long time, then lowered his head, looked at Liu Qinghe and bowed.
"What are you doing here, Lord Prison Master?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "There are some things in Huaidu that I need your help with."
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Prison Master probably doesn't want to hear me talk about bathing in the river when I was a child."
When he heard Mei Xiyu suddenly say such a sentence, Liu Qinghe was stunned for a moment at first, standing there a little blankly. It took him a while to realize that this was what he meant by scolding her - after all, the Taoist scolded her in the first place. When I was fucking Liu Qinghe, the Lord of Heavenly Hell said very sincerely: Didn't you take a bath in the river when you were a child?
To put it bluntly, all the great rivers in the world are probably the Styx.
So the river monster and the river monster do have the same mother.
Liu Qinghe smiled and didn't care. He just said, "It's better not to say anything. After all, you will have to apologize to me later."
Mei Xiyu frowned and was about to say something, but he saw a small town girl coming this way, and then said softly: "Prison Master, let's talk later."
Liu Qinghe followed Mei Xiyu's gaze and saw a girl wearing a floral skirt that was fashionable at the time. The Lord of Hell didn't say anything, he just smiled and said, "Okay."
The Taoist man walked towards the small town girl.
Perhaps it is indeed not easy to live in Huaidu, and Xu Chunhua is indeed not someone who wants to live in Huaidu for a long time. She was just a little worried at first and wanted to find Mei Xiyu. So not long ago, she had already contacted the restaurant After settling my wages, I plan to return to Qingtian Road Town in the next few days.
At this time, it was natural to ask Mei Xiyu if there was anything he needed to bring back to his brothers in the temple.
Mei Xiyu, a Taoist who has always been a widow, probably really didn't have anything to bring, so he shook his head and asked Xu Chunhua to wait for a while, and he would go and see her off later - after all, this Taoist was in jail in Huaidu. , if you are not playing in Huaidu, naturally you cannot leave Huaidu at will.
Liu Qinghe leaned against the courtyard with his arms folded, smiling slightly and looking at the two young lovers who were whispering many things.
The Lord of Heavenly Prison suddenly remembered the scene at the beginning of the story, when he and Li Chenghe were talking about something outside Heavenly Prison, and saw this small town girl walking on the streets of Huaidu holding an umbrella.
Even Liu Qinghe probably never thought that such a pair of young lovers from Qingtian Dao would actually get back together in the end.
Is it true that good people are rewarded?
Liu Qinghe was thinking there very seriously.
Someone named Zhang Xiaoyu probably doesn't have such a story.
When Mei Xiyu came back, Liu Qinghe was still there in a daze, until the Taoist said: "We can talk about the prison master later, I want to leave for a while."
Mei Xiyu naturally no longer wants to pay attention to this bastard Liu Qinghe, so if he can shirk it, he naturally has to find a way to shirk it.
Liu Qinghe laughed and said, "There's no need to talk about it in the future. It's the same now."
Mei Xiyu looked at Liu Qinghe with some confusion.
The Lord of Heavenly Prison suppressed his smile and said quietly: "Because speaking of it, this is your Qingtian Dao matter, so you need to go back to Qingtian Dao."
Mei Xiyu looked at Liu Qinghe in surprise, but suddenly remembered Qin Chulai who had come in a hurry.
Then he said with a solemn expression: "I wonder what the prison master is talking about?"
Liu Qinghe said slowly: "Song Yingxin, the head of the Tiangong Department, discovered some very strange things when he checked the records of the Tiangong Department. So he wants you to go back and ask, eleven years ago, His Majesty On his birthday, the gentleman from the academy who once came to Sophora Capital to send congratulatory gifts on behalf of Xuansheyuan, did he leave the Qingtian Dao on an autumn day in the nine hundred and eighty-third year of the Dafeng calendar?"
Mei Xiyu listened to these two times with some confusion, pondered for a long time, and then said softly: "I wonder if there is any connection between the two?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Of course, on His Majesty's birthday, that man once appeared in a certain Huaidu street and alley at the same time as Shanhe Guan Li Shi."
When Mei Xiyu heard this, she finally understood what Liu Qinghe meant.
He said in a deep voice: "Prison Master, do you think that the root of the nineteen chapters in the world today comes from the Qingtian Dao?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.
"The story of Bai Fengyu comes from Qingtian Dao."
So everything seems perfectly reasonable.
Mei Xiyu was silent for a long time and said softly: "Okay."
