On the second day after getting the drawings, the three of them said goodbye to Baizhu of Xuanhu Yamen.
You Chunshan originally wanted to thank Song Yingxin.
Just letting Yu Chaoyun push him to the alley, looking at the people coming and going, he suddenly felt that not disturbing such a boss was probably the best way to thank him.
I didn't go to Nandao. I held an umbrella alone and waited on the hanging road going up.
The farewell words were naturally finished when Song Yingxin gave him the drawings.
"Hongyi cannot be ignored" was probably the parting words of the boss.
As for You Chunshan and the others, Nan Dao naturally knew that they probably wouldn't be able to see Song Yingxin.
The young man did not wait long before he saw Yu Chaoyun pushing a wheelchair and leading You Chunshan through the water vapor.
"Have you met the boss?"
The young man probably asked knowingly.
You Chunshan shook his head and said: "My lord is indeed very busy. I can only see him if my uncle goes to see him."
Nan Dao said nothing more, glanced at the sword box Yu Chaoyun carried behind his back, and said softly: "Let's go then."
...
The three of them had no acquaintances in Huai. Although Mei Xiyu was a disciple of Qingtian Dao, this Taoist was often at the foot of the mountain. In addition, Yu Chaoyun started relatively late, so he had never seen such a Taoist. So when Nan Dao asked her if she wanted to meet Mei Xiyu, Yu Chaoyun stood on the street and asked sincerely.
"Who is Mei Xiyu?"
Nan Dao was speechless and said lightly that he was an uncle of your Qingtian Dao. The young man finally remembered something and added, "Probably one of my Taoist friends."
In the end, the three of them did not go to Siwufang to see the Taoist who was learning to fry fried tofu for a small town girl.
But on the street somewhere, I saw Liu Qinghe, who was standing leisurely on the street looking at the world.
This reminded Nan Dao of the first time he saw such a man.
It was in the story of the death of Minister of War, the boy returned to the alley, wanting to find out the truth about the death of Minister of War, but before he could get out of the darkness, he saw such a man standing in the drizzle on the hanging street. .
Among the entire Huaidu story, probably the most important and critical one is the Lord of Hell.
Everyone thought Liu Baiyuan was a gloomy person, but he turned out to be particularly easy to get along with.
From the story of Siwu Demon Mansion to the later story of You Chunshan, Liu Qinghe probably deserves a lot of credit.
At this moment, the young man let go of all his wariness and prejudices against Heavenly Prison, led the two of them onto the hanging street, and saluted Liu Qinghe.
"I've met the prison master."
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun also saluted the tallest black-robed man in Sophora Capital with respect and some fear.
Liu Qinghe looked at Huaidu with great regret, then turned back to Nandao, and also glanced at Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan, and then said with a smile: "Leaving?"
This seemed to be just an ordinary question, but the young man subconsciously thought of Liu Qinghe's words about the peach blossom wine when he didn't ask anything, but directly stated the intention of the three of them to leave.
On the way out, I met a great human demon who might know everything. This was probably not an accidental encounter or coincidence.
So the young man said in surprise: "Is the prison master waiting for us?"
Liu Qinghe sighed and said: "Otherwise, do you really think that I am very idle? Your Majesty wants me to mobilize with the Ministry of War to go to Nanyi City. Naturally, I have to leave Huaidu. How can I still have the time to hang out here?"
Nan Dao finally understood the reason why he was looking at the human world with regret as soon as he saw the Lord of Hell.
It turns out that Liu Qinghe is leaving too.
It's just that he will come back naturally, but whether the young man will come back is probably unknown.
Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan only had a relationship with Liu Qinghe once, and they didn't understand the nature of such a lord of hell. Naturally, they didn't dare to say anything. They just listened to the two of them quietly in the autumn wind. dialogue.
The young man stood under the umbrella, thought for a while, looked at the big ape in front of him and said softly: "The prison master also has something to say?"
Liu Qinghe flicked his sleeves, turned around, leaned against the guardrail, and said with a smile: "How can there be so much to say in this world? Don't you think it's not enough after listening to His Majesty, Song Yingxin, and my nagging? ?”
That's probably enough.
So Nan Dao asked with some confusion: "Who is that sir?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and put his hand into his sleeve, as if he was groping for something.
"I probably don't have much to say, but I have something to give you."
Nan Dao looked at Liu Qinghe in surprise, but he also understood why Liu Qinghe suddenly turned around - probably to make it easier to get things from his sleeves.
What Liu Qinghe took out were two volumes of documents, which looked like the case files of the Heavenly Prison.
Nan Dao narrowed his eyes, as if he understood something.
Liu Qinghe handed the first case file to Nan Dao.
"This is a summary of the case files of the Heavenly Prison about a certain blacksmith in Nanke Town. In addition, all information about such a blacksmith has been destroyed in various Heavenly Prisons. This is the last thing related to him in the world. "
Nan Dao took a deep breath, took it, and said softly: "Thank you, Lord Prisoner."
Liu Qinghe still has one in his hand.
Nan Dao probably knew whose share it belonged to.
It’s just that Liu Qinghe didn’t say anything, nor did he hand it to Nandao, he just held it between his fingers. So when the first ray of sunshine in early autumn fell over the high eaves, the case file fell from The corner of the book began to burn. In an instant, it was burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.
Nan Dao looked at Liu Qinghe with a complicated expression for a long time, but finally put away all his emotions, held the umbrella and bowed respectfully.
Liu Qinghe twirled his fingers, wiped the ashes from his fingers, and then said softly: "Don't hate Water in the bottle. He is just overly loyal to His Majesty and loyal to this world a thousand years later."
Nan Dao didn't say anything.
Liu Qinghe did not continue talking, and looked at You Chunshan who was sitting in the wheelchair with a slight smile. That very charming and pleasant smile made this young man from Donghai very scared.
A locust leaf floated over somewhere on the street, and it happened to fall into Liu Qinghe's dusty hands. The Lord of Heavenly Hell conveniently handed the leaf to You Chunshan.
"When you become a swordsman someday, don't forget to take care of me, an old demon like me."
You Chunshan was very surprised when he heard the words of the Lord of Hell. He was a little confused, but he still accepted the leaves sincerely and bowed.
"Thank you, Lord Prisoner."
Yu Chaoyun felt a little uneasy when he saw both of them having a conversation with Liu Qinghe.
If the prison master talks to me about something unclear, what should I do?
The Qingtian Taoist girl carrying the sword box clenched the corner of her Taoist skirt uneasily.
Liu Qinghe's eyes finally fell on Yu Chaoyun, smiled softly, and said, "Yu Chaoyun?"
Yu Chaoyun lowered his head and bowed respectfully.
"Yes, Lord Prisoner."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.
"You look great."
Yu Chaoyun stood there in a daze. When he raised his head, the Huaido Liu Baiyuan had already walked away slowly on the hanging street.
The Qingtian Dao girl looked at Nan Dao with some confusion for a long time, and finally looked at Nan Dao as if asking for help.
"Uncle Master, what does this mean, Lord Prisoner?"
Nan Dao looked at Yu Chaoyun seriously for a long time, and then said sincerely: "Literally."
Yu Chaoyun looked at You Chunshan again. This young man from Donghai in a wheelchair was even more sincere.
"Is such that."
...
Huaidu has always been described as sitting on the ground and traveling hundreds of miles at a time.
Although it is indeed an exaggeration, it also shows that such a human world is extremely vast.
Because of You Chunshan's inconvenient legs and feet, even if the three of them are practitioners, they can only walk in the streets like ordinary people.
The story of flying around in the sky that You Chunshan and the woman from Qingjiao City boasted about will probably take a long time to come true.
When the three of them left Huaidu, the sky was already a bit skewed.
Standing in the windy river under the green mountains outside Huaidu, the three of them turned back together to look at the vast capital city standing in the north.
The peaks rise and fall in an incomprehensible succession - such a capital city located in this former river valley is like a continuous mountain range with bright and brilliant colors.
Although the three of them had seen such a scene before coming, their moods were naturally different from what they saw when they came and what they saw when they left.
Although there were times when the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
It’s just that I was born and raised in the East China Sea, and I have looked up at Youchun Mountain on the high cliff for many years. At this moment, I still feel it clearly.
Such a capital city is indeed extremely tall and majestic.
This young man from the East China Sea suddenly became inspired by poetry. He patted his wheelchair and said with a smile: "The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, and there are tens of thousands of mansions, and the poor people in the world are all happy..."
But before he finished reading the poem, he was interrupted by Yu Chaoyun.
This Qingtian Dao girl looked at You Chunshan helplessly.
"What nonsense are you talking about."
Even if Nan Dao is a young man, he can probably tell that this is not the same poem. The young man under the umbrella thought for a while, looked at You Chunshan seriously and said: "I remember that's not the case, it should be the strong wind. The clouds are flying, An Neng is able to crush my eyebrows and bend my waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy."
"..."
You Chunshan sighed, looked at the young uncle and said sincerely: "Uncle, you are more wrong than me."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows. He clearly remembered that Lu Xiaosan had memorized such a song.
Wasn't this written by Cao Weiying?
Yu Chaoyun looked at the two people and was silent for a long time. Such a scene really left her speechless.
However, in order not to mislead the world, this Qingtian Dao girl still carried her sword box, looked at such a windy capital, and said solemnly: "Yes, the strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, and Wei Jiahai is returning to his hometown. An An We have strong men to guard the four sides."
Nan Dao and You Chunshan turned their heads silently.
Perhaps in order to find some topics to cover up his embarrassment, You Chunshan thought for a long time, his eyes lit up, and he said: "Uncle, where do you think Senior Brother Lu is now?"
Nan Dao turned his head and looked south.
"have no idea."
You Chunshan didn't know what he was thinking of, but he said melancholy: "I don't know if I can see senior brother again in the future."
Nan Dao turned to look at the young man from Donghai and said nothing.
For You Chunshan, such a young Lingnan boy was indeed an extremely important person in his life.
The story of this young man from the East China Sea started to change when he met such a young boy in the small town of Yaxia.
Although they were on the bank of Yaxia Creek, they did a lot of useless work.
For example, buying a wooden sword or engraving it on the sword.
I have to admit that although many times, You Chunshan said it didn't matter.
It's just that You Chunshan is willing to give it a try even if he spends all his money to buy a wooden sword from a child and believes that sincerity can change his destiny.
Probably people in the world always tell the truth.
Yu Chaoyun stood in the wind with the sword box on his back, and said seriously: "When your illness is really cured, you will naturally be able to see me again. The so-called never forgetting, there must be an echo."
You Chunshan smiled softly and said, "I hope it's as senior sister said."
The young man on the side remained silent and said nothing, but he did not look at You Chun Mountain, but looked silently towards Lingnan.
When Yu Chaoyun looked back at this scene, he was a little curious. After thinking about it, he asked: "Uncle, is there someone in the south that he wants to see?"
When You Chunshan heard this, his face changed slightly. He raised his head and winked at Yu Chaoyun, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, when did you become so talkative? When I came down the mountain, you ignored me when I spoke to you. Me, hahahaha."
Yu Chaoyun naturally realized that he had probably asked some questions that he shouldn't have asked. Thinking of the identity of the Lingnan Sword Cultivator in Nandao and the destruction of the Lingnan Sword Sect, he also reacted, but he had not yet thought of any remedy. , the young man standing in the evening breeze, holding an umbrella and carrying a sword, spoke very calmly.
"There are many."
Nan Dao turned around and looked at the Qingtian Dao girl and You Chunshan who were standing there in confusion.
"For example, my senior sisters and brothers, such as some naughty little nephews."
You Chunshan looked at Nandao silently. In fact, this young man from Donghai still remembered very clearly the mood of this young man that day in the small town on the border of Donghai.
And the last sentence doesn’t elaborate on anything, it just talks about going to the north.
At that time, You Chunshan naturally had no idea what the young man was going to do in the north.
It’s just that it’s probably clear now.
After all, the incident at Siwu Demon Mansion was indeed too sensational.
It will probably take a long time for the story of the sudden rebellion of the servants and the death of many demon guards in the palace to be gradually forgotten by the world.
But he probably didn't expect that the young man could say these things so calmly now.
In fact, it was probably not peaceful at all. At least You Chunshan could still hear the boy's uneven breathing.
For young people, the story of Huaidu is naturally full of regrets.
In the end, Shui Zaiping chose to lead the Siwu Demon Mansion to rebel and commit suicide, but the young man was unable to achieve anything.
Nan Dao quietly thought about what Liu Qinghe and Mei Xiyu said to him.
Of course there are always regrets in life.
The wind and snow in Lingnan finally fell on their shoulders.
And the servant under the sect did not die in the hands of the young man as he wished.
Perhaps the meaning of life is to sincerely accept everything, whether it is perfection or regret.
So the young man continued speaking very sincerely.
"If I could do it again, I think I would have a chance..."
The young man stopped here.
You Chunshan hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Go and kill the Lord Attendant with your own hands?"
The young man shook his head calmly and looked at the umbrella in his hand.
"To help reverse the downward trend of Lingnan."
You Chunshan said nothing more.
The boy may indeed be able to.
Just like the white deer monster.
In terms of personal ability, the young man may still not be strong enough in the world of cultivation.
It's just that such a unique young man, who is not as good as God's will is, does have something in his hands that can reverse the general trend of the world.
But life is a drawn bow.
Even if both north and south have some means of retracing their fate, in the end everything is still difficult to turn back.
In January, the boy ejaculated himself in an angry story. When he looked back, he saw that the world had changed drastically.
The three of them stood quietly in the mountains and rivers outside Huaidu for a long time.
Then continue to move forward.
Probably the only option is to keep moving forward.
It took about a month for the young man and You Chunshan to go from Huaidu to the East China Sea with Jiang Shanxue in a coma, and it still probably takes that long now.
This human story is very hasty.
No one knows what the world will look like in a month.
Just like last March, the white-clothed sword cultivator who had lived for a thousand years was still sleeping on his stomach by the bridge of the garden stream of the Human Sword Sect. He died in March this year.
The story of a thousand years has a short and quick ending.
Nan Dao actually remembered the things he saw in the Tiangong Department.
The king in the clouds, the king in the snow, the underground cliffs with light, full of fairy spirit, and the mechanical drawings hidden in the tall stone pillars.
Naturally, he also knew that what he saw was probably still such a Si Yamen - or in other words, such a human being, the tip of the iceberg who was running after Fei Lian and his subordinates.
Neither the Tianyan Machine nor the Chaos Machine is enough to drive such a vast capital city up and down day after day.
There are naturally more secrets in the underground offices and buildings that have only been viewed from a distance but never seen in detail.
Nan Dao thought happily.
Fortunately, I don’t know much.
Just those drawings are enough to make me feel extremely heavy.
If I knew more, I would probably have trouble sleeping all night in the days to come.
What the young man thought was certainly reasonable.
after all.
After all, such a majesty told Song Yingxin very frankly that he had been sitting alone in the palace all night long for a hundred years.
Who says that people in heaven must be people in heaven?
