It is rare for the people of hell to come out to see the sun.

The walls of hell are all black.

But planted a lot of white flowers, pear blossoms, apricot blossoms, plum blossoms.

When it is ripe, it is plucked and eaten.

Of course, the people in the Heavenly Hell don't have the heart to think about when those white flowers will come to fruition.

They are roasting mushrooms.

In the rain under the black courtyard wall, a sword fire was burning, and a sword was stuck on it, and a large mushroom was strung on the sword.

It was a white mushroom, and the edge of the umbrella cover was burnt brown, and I don't know which one lacked virtue and was smeared with oil, and it was sizzling.

Jian Shijin stood under the eaves, swallowed his saliva, and then realized that this was disrespectful to the prisoner, coughed twice, and pretended that nothing had happened.

There were two other people next to him, one was Lin Erliang of the Supervision Yuan who had a gloomy face all day long, and the other was Di Qianjun, the southern dispatch envoy of the Heavenly Prison with a calm and indifferent face, who had met Nandao that night. From time to time, black-robed heavenly jailers hurried through the courtyard.

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Jian Shijin looked at the golden and brilliant mushrooms roasted on the sword fire and said.

Lin Erliang snorted lightly and said, "You lit the fire, and you inserted the sword, what's wrong?" ”

Jian Shijin looked at the empty scabbard on Di Qianjun's waist, and said with a smile: "Who told you to anoint it." I didn't expect it to smell so good! ”

"It doesn't matter if you can get him to speak." Di Qianjun said calmly.

The three of them fell silent and didn't say anything more about the aroma of the mushrooms.

Mushroom is naturally a mushroom demon.

Caught from a small town ten miles outside the city.

It is said that he was already crazy at that time, injured many people, and finally was knocked out by a blacksmith with a hammer, because it was very weird, so he sent it to Nanyi City.

Originally, this kind of thing would not belong to the Heavenly Hell.

But because of the arrival of Liu March, there were more things to do in the Heavenly Prison, and Lin Erliang asked the Heavenly Prison Officials to bring him to the Heavenly Prison.

Maybe it was because they had been standing for too long, and the three of them were a little bored, so they sat down under the eaves, and the black-robed heavenly prison official brought tea, and the three of them drank and waited.

"What was he talking about?" Di Qianjun looked at Lin Erliang on the side.

The latter was taking a sip of tea, frowned, and said, "The people in the town said that he just kept screaming and came out. ”

"Does this have anything to do with Yun Mengze's side?" Jian Shijin leaned over and asked.

"The first time he appeared, it was the ferry from Yunmengze to Nanke Town, and it is said that he was rowing a small boat upstream." Lin Erliang beckoned, and a heavenly prison official respectfully sent the case file at that time, Lin Erliang flipped through it and said, "After entering the town, I first went to drink a few bowls of wine, and then suddenly I started to go crazy. ”

Di Qianjun drank hot tea, looked at the big mushroom in the courtyard, and said calmly: "Although it looks stupid, the demonic power on its body is not under the realm of enlightenment. I wondered what kind of blacksmith could knock him out with a hammer. ”

"I heard that it was from the East China Sea." Lin Erliang said lightly, "I used to check on him back then, when I first came to Nanke Town, many people came to ask him to forge a sword, but later found out that he was just a lazy ghost who slept all day long, so he stopped going." ”

"And what kind of blacksmith is this?" Jian Shijin said with a smile.

"People don't know why they think he's a blacksmith." Lin Erliang looked down at the tea in the cup and said slowly, "Maybe I forgot." ”

It was originally a very simple sentence.

But when the two of them heard this, their expressions became solemn.

Di Qianjun rubbed the scabbard on his waist, Jian Shijin put down the teacup, looked at Lin Erliang, and said, "Forgot? ”

"Forget." Lin Erliang said calmly: "If it wasn't for this mad demon incident, I also forgot to investigate this person. ”

The two of them looked at Lin Erliang together.

Lin Erliang was silent for a moment and said, "I told you before. ”

Di Qianjun clenched the scabbard in his hand, and the long sword flipped on the sword fire in the courtyard was restless. Jian Shijin's expression was solemn, and when he looked at it, he seemed to have laughed too much in the past, and his expression looked very weird.

"When?" Di Qianjun asked in a deep voice.

"I don't remember." Lin Erliang said it lightly, but none of the few people present could calm down.

Jian Shijin said softly: "What I'm most curious about now is whether he forgot or we forgot." ”

"Let someone check it out again." Di Qianjun said succinctly.

Lin Erliang nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The three of them each took out a piece of broken paper from their waists and put it together on the tea table, Huo Ran was a painting with a gloomy door, Di Qianjun raised his hand and slapped the sword scabbard in his hand on the paper, the sword intent brand fell, and the paper suddenly bloomed, and then turned into a token-like artifact, shooting into the spring rain.

Most of the people from the Heavenly Hell are patrolling outside, not only in Nanyi City, and if anyone receives this order, they will naturally go to check it.

The three of them put aside the matter for the time being, and looked at the mushroom in the courtyard again.

Demonic power is diffused.

A wisp of white smoke appeared on the mushroom's head, and then it fell into the rain, turning into an illusory human form and crouching by the fire.

"Why is it so fragrant, what are you baking?"

The illusory figure looked at the mushrooms on the fire for a long time, then looked back at the three of them and asked.

Lin Erliang and Di Qianjun didn't speak, Jian Shijin raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't know what we're baking?" ”

The illusory figure scratched his head, thought for a moment and said, "It can't be that you're roasting me." ”

Seeing the three of them looking at him with strange expressions, the figure was stunned and touched his body up and down.

"Are you really roasting me?"

Jian Shijin nodded.

The mushroom demon was stunned for a long time.

I thought I was going to cry.

As a result, he licked his lips and said, "It looks delicious, can I take a bite?" ”

Jian Shijin didn't smile, turned his head to look at Lin Erliang, and said, "It seems really crazy." ”

Di Qianjun said calmly: "People like us can't understand it, so it's naturally crazy." ”

"But it's not certain." Lin Erliang said softly, "It's best to find someone from the Mountain and River Guanhe Sect to take a look, if they all think they are very perverted, then they are really crazy." ”

While the three of them were still talking, the mushroom demon saw that the three of them ignored him, and tore a piece off the umbrella cover by himself, and ate it with his tongue out.

"It's hard to find people from the River Sect, but it's easy to find people from the Mountain Sect." Jian Shijin said with a smile, "But we can't hold it down when the people from the Mountain Sect come." ”

Lin Erliang and Di Qianjun were silent.

The mushroom demon was still eating in the rain, Di Qianjun picked up the scabbard and walked into the rain, looked at him for a long time, raised his hand to pick up his sword, raised the whole mushroom in front of him, and said calmly: "It's enjoyable to eat like this." ”

"Ah, thank you, thank you." The mushroom demon raised his hand and grabbed the sword, gobbling it down.

Di Qianjun suddenly drew his sword and slashed at the mushroom demon. The figure that was gnawing on his body suddenly dissipated, turned into a puff of black smoke, and disappeared into the rain, leaving only the roasted golden and crispy mushroom rolling in the rain. Di Qianjun held the sword and turned back to the direction, sent the sword into the sheath, and calmly looked at the mushrooms on the ground.

Lin Erliang and Jian Shijin both walked over and looked down at the big mushrooms that had rolled up a lot of wet mud in the rain.

"It looks like we've all been deceived." Lin Erliang seemed to be a little angry, so his expression became more and more gloomy.

Jian Shijin raised his hand and touched a handful of mushrooms, feeling the residual smell on them, not only demonic power, but also the smell of ghost magic.

"It's Nan Chuwu."

So Jian Shijin was also angry.

Di Qianjun was not angry, and said calmly: "Nan Chuwu won't be so stupid. ”

The two of them looked at him, this Southern Dispatcher from the Inner Gate of the Liuyun Sword Sect, and turned his head to look in the direction of Yunmeng Daze.

"It's something unknown."

Lin Erliang looked at Di Qianjun and said, "The history of the Liuyun Sword Sect is far older than the Great Dao, what do you think it is?" ”

Di Qianjun was silent for a while, and walked into the dark eaves with his sword in hand.

"Maybe it's some people who want to come out and bask in the sun."

Di Qianjun walked to the eaves, looked at the tea that was still steaming, pressed the scabbard on his waist, and said slowly: "Lord Liu March must have guessed something." ”

"But he didn't dare admit it."

"Me too."

What could make the people from the Blue Heaven Dao and the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect choose to remain silent?

Yun Mengze.

Lin Erliang and Jian Shijin stood in the rain, and the two actual controllers of the Heavenly Prison in Nanyi City felt a chill in their hearts.

Just like the Grinding Sword Cliff used to be called the Ten Year Sword Sect.

Yun Mengze also has another name.

Cult of Witches and Spirits.

......

Although the world generally refers to Yunmengze, Hangu Temple, Mojian Cliff and Ami Temple as the four major places of cultivation in the world.

But in reality, all four never lived in the same era.

Mojian Cliff arose 1,400 years ago, and Ami Temple was 1,600 years ago, both of which originated from the Daomen Hangu Temple more than 2,000 years ago.

Hanyakan is the only existence that has witnessed the last remnants of the Witch Ghost Cult.

Even though the history of the Liuyun Sword Sect is older than that of the Hangu Temple, the Liuyun Sword Sect at that time was only a gathering place for some killer swordsmen, and there was no systematic record of the classics.

It is that now, since Hanguguan disappeared into the northern desert thousands of years ago, the world can no longer remember the huge sect that once flourished in ancient Chu.

However, to this day.

An inexplicable wind reminded many people of this ancient existence that they had never seen before.

The wind blew from Osawa.

Back then, the Witch Ghost Divine Cult was sunk in Yunmengze, so it got this name.

Liu March and Zhang Xiaoyu naturally knew it in their hearts.

That's why the two of them will understand how much impact Cong Blade will have on the world if he is not in Nanyi City at this time.

Even if it's just a person who sleeps by the bridge all day.

But he slept just to reassure the world.

No one knows what the wind means.

Maybe it's just that some remnants of the wind are being poured out by the mud and sand at the bottom of the Zedi again, and I want to bubble up in the world.

Maybe.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't want to think about it.

walked back and forth several times in the spring rain of the world, and he didn't have the heart to play cards, so he went back to the Sword Sect Garden directly.

Back at the back of the door, four or five senior brothers were playing cards around there.

Cong Jian has lived for a thousand years, of course, not only Zhang Xiaoyu, a proud protégé.

It's just that the upper echelons of the cultivation world have always had the saying that 'don't deceive the young in the world'.

After living twenty-five, he hid in the world, and rarely appeared in the world unless he attained the Great Dao.

In the words of a senior brother of Zhang Xiaoyu.

People like us are all extremely talented people in the world, if they are twenty-five, they have never seen the shadow of the Great Dao, and naturally they will not have the face to wander around the world.

The people of the Dao Sect will go to the green mountains to open meditations, and the people of the Sword Sect will hide in the world to cultivate sword intent.

So there was no news from the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu's senior brothers are like this.

When Zhang Xiaoyu walked to the pavilion with the scabbard on his back, the senior brothers, who were already over thirty years old, were playing cards with great interest, and they didn't even know that Zhang Xiaoyu had walked behind him.

After a long time, finally a senior brother was tired of sitting, and when he turned around, he saw Zhang Xiaoyu standing behind them and watching sadly.

"Hey, Zhang Xiaoyu, why didn't you go to play cards?" The senior brother was very surprised.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat down by the pavilion, sighed and said: "I want to, but the master is not here, you don't care, I am so busy running around, how can I have time to play cards!" ”

"What can Nanyi City be busy with, I see that you are just busy wandering around." Another senior brother at the poker table touched the cards and said, "Ninety thousand." ”

"Liu March has come to Nanyi City, you don't have to worry about anything."

"Who is Liu March?" The senior brothers who had long since retired were confused.

"A disciple of Qingtian Dao is now a squire of the Huaidu Military Department." Zhang Xiaoyu said.

"Oh, oh, that's good, three-cylinder!"

"Bump!"

"......" Zhang Xiaoyu was silent. Brother, how can you fall so deeply? ”

"It's not called depravity." The only senior brother who was not at the card table, holding a cup filled with hot water, walked to the pavilion and pondered for a long time, and said, "This is called health preservation. ”

"Forget it." Zhang Xiaoyu got up and walked out. "I'd better go and hang out."

"Senior brother." The senior brother held the cup of hot water and stopped him in the pavilion.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at him.

"Come on!"

Zhang Xiaoyu was so angry that he almost picked up the scabbard and threw it over.

After walking in the rain for a while, Zhang Xiaoyu's resentment gradually subsided, walked to the back door, stood in the small door frame, and looked at the gloomy rain dome above the narrow alley.

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't stop sighing.

Thinking that his sword did not know where it had gone, he was even more sad.

Looking down at himself reflected in the puddles on the stone slabs in disrepair.

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel strange.

Prime Minister and Master, as well as Qiu Xi'er, have all left Nanyi City, why hasn't his sword appeared yet?

Where else is a person hidden?

Zhang Xiaoyu was very distressed.