Perhaps because of what happened to Lin Erliang, in the heavenly prison until late at night, there were still many people carrying swords and shuttling on the pear blossom path in the courtyard.

Nandao stood outside the half-open door to revive the souls of his fellow Heavenly Prison with a black umbrella, and looked at the Heavenly Prison Officials who were shuttling through it from a distance.

There are a lot of people.

So the South Island looked at it from afar for a long time.

There was a little standing water in the puddle in the sea of gods.

But it's not enough for him to use it for a long time.

Fortunately, I thought about this question before I came.

So Nandao held an umbrella, carried the two swords behind his back, and limped towards the gate of Hell.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the door, slowly pushing it open.

The pear blossoms in the courtyard flew in the air flow pushed open by the heavy gate.

A dozen or so heavenly prison officials noticed the movement and turned their heads from all directions.

Nandao held an umbrella and raised a hand as if to salute.

But not a salute.

will not ask politely - where is Di Qianjun, can you let me kill it?

It's Taoism.

The ancient Dao scroll in the Divine Sea was opened again, perhaps because the shallow puddle in the Nandao body was not enough to support this Dao technique, the Dao scroll stopped on a certain page, and then the Dao text on it slowly broke away from the scroll and flew out towards the Divine Sea.

At the same time, there was a thunderclap in the sea of gods.

Nandao stood under the umbrella, his expression pale but also quiet, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care about these things.

He raised his hand and pinched the trick in front of him, and said four words before the eyes of the heavenly prison officials fell on him.

"Small country and widow."

Chapter 80 of the Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox.

Small countries and widows, so that there are tools of Shibo and not used, so that the people die heavy and do not move far. Although there is a boat, there is no way to ride; Although there are armor soldiers, there is nothing to show up; to make people use it again and again. Willing to eat, beautiful clothes, live in peace, and enjoy customs. Neighboring countries look at each other, chickens and dogs hear each other, and people do not interact with each other until they are old and dead.

The sound of the four characters is not loud, but it has shaken countless pear blossoms when it lands.

The black courtyard is full of white flowers, and the world seems to have become smaller.

A certain heavenly jailer standing under the pear tree with a knife thought.

He heard some sounds, so he looked back, but he saw nothing, but it was as if the door had been blown open by the wind, and the pear blossoms fell to the ground.

The pear blossom path at your feet became extremely wide, and the open space under the pear trees was as wide as a whole yard.

So is the world small, or the yard bigger?

The Heavenly Jailer held his sword and held his cheek beside the road, thinking.

So everyone was in a trance, standing in their own small and big kingdom, thinking.

No one noticed that the young man, who had two swords on his back and a black umbrella, and his face was extremely pale, walked through those pear blossom paths towards the depths of the inner courtyard of the Heavenly Prison.

The door of the inner courtyard was not closed, and some candles hung under the pear tree, illuminating the whole courtyard.

Nandao swept past the pensive Heavenly Prison Officers and landed on the three paths ahead.

The path in the middle leads to the underground prison, where Lin Erliang sat on the stone steps yesterday, waiting for some people to arrive.

On the left side of the path, under the moon door is the word "Supervision Yuan".

To the right, of course, is the prison yard.

The Heavenly Hell has existed for more than 900 years, and its structure is still extremely simple.

Monitor, torture, and then send him to die.

Those who go to hell will not be held accountable for any other crimes.

Nandao glanced back at the sermons hidden in the pear blossoms on the ground, the sermons were golden, but the light on them was slowly fading.

When the golden light disappears, those Dao texts will return to the Dao scrolls, and the Dao Techniques will disappear with them.

If Nandao is not in the realm of Taoism, if his divine sea is still full.

Maybe it can last a little longer.

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

So Nandao looked at the three roads and pondered quickly.

He didn't know where Di Qianjun was hidden.

After a little contemplation, the South Island headed to the left.

Since there has been an investigation in the Heavenly Prison, it is natural that there will be some documents in the Supervision Yuan.

If Di Qianjun is really not found, burn those case files first.

The face under the black umbrella of the South Island was extremely pale, like a ghost shuttling through the night, carrying a sword towards the Supervision Courtyard.

The doors of the Inspectorate were closed.

In the corridor outside the courtyard, there were several heavenly prison officials holding their cheeks in a daze.

Nandao passed past them.

He pushed the door open and walked in.

Someone seemed to sense something, and looked blankly, but saw nothing.

It's just an incomparably long and deep corridor.

Nandao was silent when he entered the door.

Because Di Qianjun was so quiet that he lay in front of the door.

Nandao looked around warily.

Nothing, just a myriad of jumbled case files.

Because Simon had left him, the later rangers did not have time to put them in order, so they brought them all in at nightfall and piled them up in the corner.

Nandao turned his gaze back to Di Qianjun.

This golden-patterned black-robed Heavenly Hell Southern Dispatcher's face turned pale, and he was indeed extremely seriously injured.

In the case of the blockade of Shenhai, he can resist Lin Erliang's Dao intent without dying, and he is indeed a strong character.

If it were the past.

Such a character probably wouldn't have died here like this.

But there is no what if.

It is destined by fate.

Nandao didn't think about anything.

Just calmly pulled out the peach blossom sword from behind him. Raised above his head, he stabbed down with a sword.

......

Zhang Xiaoyu, who had been playing cards for a long time, squatted on a street corner and nibbled on a cold rice ball, stolen from the kitchen of a certain card shop owner.

As if sensing something, he glanced towards the west of the city, but didn't care.

It's just that when a teenager in that prison said the words 'small country and widows'.

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped swallowing, raised his hand to remove a grain of rice stuck to his face, and raised his eyebrows to look at that place.

It's just that he sighed again, and said to himself: "Great Dao, Great Dao." ”

Keep your head down and continue to nibble on the rice balls.

Not long after, there seemed to be some smell of burning things in the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu finished nibbling the rice balls, looked at the west of the city again, smelled the burnt taste, and muttered in his mouth: "O.o was burned twice in a row, unlucky, unlucky." ”

Sighing as he stood up, staggering down the streets, perhaps about to start the second half of the battle.

Battles at the table.

"Of course Simon wouldn't be so stupid, junior brother."

......

By the time the fire had burned into the small realm of the daze-stricken heavenly jailers, Nandao had already left far away with his sword on his back.

He didn't expect it to be this smooth.

It's like he's sitting at the table.

There is also a game of cards on the listening platform of the Hanging Temple.

There were only three of them.

Although there is a lack of three, the three of them are still quite interesting.

Yun Hu didn't know how to hold the chicken in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and replaced it with 30,000 zhang and went out.

"Bump!"

Chen He smiled.

Yun Hu shook his head with a smile.

It is rare for the grass to sit upright, and the wine gourd is put aside, and I haven't drunk it for a long time.

He hadn't played cards before, so he was still curious to learn the rules.

Yun Hu doesn't know that although he claims to have read the classics and read a lot of books that teach people to play cards, his skills at the card table are not bad.

Only Chen He is a little better.

So only Chen He won some money.

Chen He grabbed the cards from the table, looked at Cao Weiying and asked, "You guys don't know how to play cards in that world?" ”

Cao Wei Hotaru thought for a while and said, "No, they only learned to make wine before, and even the problem of food and clothing has just been solved, and playing cards is too extravagant." ”

Nanyi City is naturally rich.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people playing cards.

The grass is a firefly, but it is very thorough.

But Yun Hu on the side didn't know that he didn't understand.

But his incomprehension wasn't the hand.

It's when Chen He came to a distant relative named Cao Weiying.

Then at nightfall the two of them came to him, saying that they had some questions to ask him, and after pulling him to the table, they didn't say anything, just teaching to play cards, and the other was learning to play cards.

After this game was over, Yun Hu didn't know how to hold it back, looked at Cao Weiying and asked curiously, "Didn't you say that you want to ask some questions?" ”

Grass patted her head for Hotaru and said, "I'm sorry, I was busy learning to play cards, and I forgot." ”

Yun Hu couldn't cry or laugh, and said, "What does this have to do with playing cards?" ”

Cao Weihotaru thought for a while and said, "Because this problem may require a lot of computing power, I want to see if you can calculate well." ”

“......”

Yun Hu was silent for a long time, and said, "I see. ”

Cao Weiying picked up the wine gourd that had been neglected for a long time on the side, took a sip, and then said slowly: "Mr. Yunhu is from Huangliang? ”

Yun Hu nodded indistinctly.

Cao Weiying said with a smile: "I saw some interesting things today, but there are many things that I don't understand very well, so I want to ask Mr. ”

"Please." Yun Hu didn't know how to make a gesture of please.

"There are small witches, big witches, and spirit witches in the way of witches and ghosts, and what is it up there?" Cao Weiying asked very humbly.

Yun Hu pondered for a while, and said: "According to ancient books, above the spirit witch, there is a partial god in the world, and then there is a righteous god in heaven and earth. Both belong to ghosts and gods. ”

"I see." Cao Weiying whispered, looking at the night outside the wind platform, thinking about the things in the twilight that I saw in the city today, and pondered for a long time.

Chen He didn't make a sound to disturb the two, and slipped aside to lie down and rest.

Yun Hu didn't know it, so he quietly watched the grass as a firefly.

Cao Weiying took a long time before asking, "Listening to Chen He, Mr. can calculate the trend of Dao cultivation?" ”

Yun Hu waved his hand and said, "It's just a shallow view. ”

Cao Weiying said with a smile: "It can be regarded as a great avenue, how can it be regarded as a shallow view?" ”

Yun Hu didn't care about Cao Weiying's touting, but asked with some curiosity, "Does this have anything to do with what you asked before?" ”

Cao Weiying said softly, "I want Mr. to calculate the upward trend of the way of witches. ”

Yun Hu scratched his head and seemed to understand something: "Do you want to count ghosts and gods?" ”

Grass nodded for Hotaru and said calmly, "Yes." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to think for a long time, and said: "Actually, it's okay, but it's not necessarily accurate, after all, everything is solved through mathematical models, and the solution obtained is naturally not the only one, just like I have calculated the avenue for so many years, and I haven't found the most accurate and unique solution so far." ”

"If you can, you can do it." Cao Weiying smiled slightly and looked at Yun Hu who didn't know.

"But something is missing."

"What's missing?"

"Huangliang witches and ghosts are not like Huai'an Avenue, they appear in the world, and everything can be known. Even though the courtyard is full of sorghum, there is still a lack of data records. Yun Hu sighed and said, "The most important thing is that there is a lack of a complete observable numerical trend route to the Spirit Witch. ”

Cao Weiying stood up, walked to the side of the stage and drank wine, thought for a long time, and said, "Mr. give me three days." ”

Yun Hu was stunned for a moment and asked, "What are you doing in three days?" ”

Cao Weiying turned to look at Yun Hu Zhizhi, and said with a smile: "Three days later, give Mr. a spirit witch for reference." ”

Yun Hu was stunned, not knowing what the grass was going to do for the firefly.

Could it be that you want to go to Huangliang to catch a spirit witch?

......

By the time Nandao limped back to the Hanging Courtyard with an umbrella, the game had already dispersed.

Yun Hu didn't know that the grass was gone, only Chen He was still writing something at the table next to him.

Nan Dao walked over with a sword on his back, looked at the mahjong table that appeared on the listening platform, and felt very strange.

"Why is there an extra mahjong table here?"

Chen He raised his head, glanced at Nandao, smiled, lowered his head again, and wrote something on the paper.

"Because we were playing cards before."

"Playing cards? And with whom? ”

"The grass is a firefly, and the clouds don't know."

Nandao was silent for a while, and said, "Can you fight if you lack one?" ”

Chen He smiled and said, "It's just a joke." ”

"......" Nandao walked to the listening platform with his sword on his back and sat down, and it seemed that the fire burning in the west could still be seen in the night of the world.

Looking from the south of the city, you can't actually see the situation on the other side of the Heavenly Hell.

It's just that Nandao started to do those things, and there are always some associations.

It was just a lantern hanging outside some yard.

Thinking of Di Qianjun's death, Nandao's heart that had been hanging finally let go of a little, and it seemed that even the wind under the night brought some refreshing breath.

After a long wind, Nandao looked back at Chen He, who was still struggling to write, and asked with some curiosity, "What are you writing?" ”

Chen He stopped his pen, tilted his head to look at the bamboo forest, and said, "The story of the young man's anger and the bloody battle in the heavenly hell? ”

Nandao fell silent.

"How did you write that?"

Chen He sorted out the papers, turned the first page, and read them from the beginning.

"Hmm..... The young man sharpened his sword all night, and went out in the night, killing all the way from the south of the city to the west of the city, and was humiliated by various characters in the heavenly prison in turn, and finally broke out, and the sword was killed through the entire heavenly hell......"

Chen He summed up, and then saw that Nandao's expression was a little strange.

"This is what I heard from the people of Nanyi City when I went out today, and guessed it, isn't it?"

Nandao was silent for a long time, and asked, "How strong is the boy in your pen?" ”

Chen He smiled and said, "It's the same as you." ”

Nan Dao sighed and said, "There are a bunch of people in the Heavenly Prison who are in the Dao Realm and the Small Dao Realm, and that young man of yours is afraid that he will be hacked to death on the street as soon as he goes out with a sword in a swagger. ”

Chen He smiled and said, "It's okay, anyway, others don't know." But then again, last night you sharpened your sword halfway through, and the person disappeared, and I didn't even see you in Jingsi Lake, didn't you really do those things in Hell? ”

Nandao whispered, "I have this idea. ”

"Who's that?"

"Lin Erliang." Nan Dao looked at Chen He and said strangely, "Didn't you listen to their discussions?" ”

Chen He scratched his head and said, "I didn't finish listening, this kid Caowei Firefly pulled me around, I don't know what I'm looking at, and I didn't sell a few pieces of tofu today." ”

"Okay." Nandao said.

Chen He remembered something, looked at Nandao and asked, "Then where did you go tonight?" ”

Nan Dao was silent for a while, and said, "Lin Erliang didn't finish some things last night, so I went to collect the tail." ”

Chen He thought about it and guessed what Nandao was going to do.

"Stealthily killed?"

"Secretly killed."

Chen He shook his head and said, "This is too unchic." ”

Nandao turned his head to look at the night, and for a long time, he couldn't recover.

"Chic is to leave room for power." Nan Dao said calmly, "I'm just a teenager who has entered the Dao realm, and in such a world, it is difficult to be chic. ”

Nanyi City is an extremely important place both in human history and in the present.

In such a place, the boy who was forced to stand opposite the Heavenly Prison naturally looked extremely embarrassed.

Chen He looked at Nandao, who had a calm face, and asked him a question.

"Are you really from the twelfth floor?"

Nandao sat in the night with an umbrella, the peach blossom scabbard behind his back, there were still some blood stains that had not been wiped clean, listening to Chen He's question behind him, Nandao was silent for a long time.

"Yes."

The South Island did not deny it.

After finishing speaking, Nan Dao turned his head to see the expression on Chen He's face.

Chen He just looked at Nandao with curiosity.

It was as if he was just asking some vegetable seller on the street.

"Are you selling cabbage?"

"Yes."

So Chen He began to study whether the cabbage was new or not.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can clearly say that he's on the twelfth floor." Chen He walked to Nandao's side and said softly.

Of course I am sober in the heart of Nandao, and it is Nandao who is chaotic, but I am not Nandao, I am a peach blossom.

"Have you seen something unsober before?"

Nan Dao looked at Chen He beside him and asked.

Chen He said with a smile: "I don't know, but after wandering back and forth in the world, who dares to say that he has never met such a person?" It's just that the people we meet don't know, and we don't know either. ”

Nandao whispered, "Yes." ”

Chen He seemed to be thinking about something, looked at Nandao for a long time, and then looked at the night outside.

"I heard that the people on the twelfth floor are all thinking about becoming immortals." Chen He organized the words with a somewhat sad face, Chengxian is a very strange word that has not yet spread in the world, just like when the Great Dao first appeared in the world many years ago, when the world talks about cultivation, it must be thought about for a long time. "I don't know what becoming an immortal is, probably just going to a very high place?"

Nandao said calmly, "Go to the sky." ”

"What are you going to do in the sky?"

"Check it out." Nandao looked up and looked over the umbrella to see the sky that had been hidden for many years. "Look what's there, see what is going on to determine such a painful fate."

Chen He then understood.

The South Island has been under the umbrella for many years.

Living under an umbrella, there will always be some pain and some incomprehension.

So I wanted to check it out.

Quite simply.

Because I don't understand.