Ximen left the Sword Sect Garden, and limped down the street with the crutch he had picked up.

In the drizzle and misty, someone saw that Simon's appearance was indeed miserable, and kindly gave him an umbrella.

Simon said thank you, but he was not polite, and walked slowly through the street with an umbrella.

Passing by a liquor store, Simon thought about it, walked in, asked for a pot of wine, and drank it while listening to the drinkers' discussions.

Some people are paying attention to the fog in Daze, some people are speculating about the movements of Huangliang, and some people are laughing at what happened to the Heavenly Hell in recent days.

Simon listened quietly, drank a pot of wine, and then asked the guests at the table where there was a blacksmith shop nearby.

The man looked at Simon strangely, as a heavenly prison official who traveled all the year round, people naturally only heard Simon's name, but did not know his appearance, so he asked a little strangely, "What are you looking for a blacksmith shop?" ”

Simon smiled and pointed to the broken knife behind him.

"I was trying to compete with someone before, and someone broke the knife, and I wanted to reforge it."

The man snorted twice and began to blow the cowhide, "Brother, you can't do this, you have to practice hard, think I ...... back then"

Simon just smiled and said yes, yes, yes.

The man bragged and bragged, and told Simon in detail about the places in Nanyi City that could help him forge knives.

Simon thanked him, got up and walked into the rain with his umbrella, and headed for the nearest blacksmith's shop.

When Simon walked away in the rain with an umbrella, a young man also limped over with an umbrella.

Nandao glanced strangely at the man with the broken knife on his back, and without thinking much about it, he walked into the liquor store.

Fate is your coming-and-going misses.

......

Simon didn't go to forge a sword, of course.

His sword will naturally be reforged by itself in the future.

The sword marks left on the burned corpse in Heavenly Hell were too special, which was why Simon was looking for such a place.

I walked through several shops in succession, but I didn't ask.

The boss even suspected that Simon was here to find fault.

As soon as a good person comes in, he asks, "Do you have a sword guard here?"

It wasn't until I asked a blacksmith shop in the south of the city that I had some results.

Simon was greeted by a young man.

According to his own words, he had been striking iron for less than a year, and after beating a sword embryo that day, he felt that it was too ugly, so he threw it aside, intending to ask his master to help him change it.

Then came a fairy-like woman in a white dress.

Probably because the woman in the white dress was too good-looking, and the young man described him at length with a long description, and Simon just listened sleepily.

After the young man finished describing, he scratched his head and said with a smile: "I also told her that my name is Zhang San, I don't know if she still remembers." ”

"......" Simon was silent and asked, "And then?" ”

The young man Zhang San then got back to the point and said: "Then she came in and fell in love with the sword embryo I made, I thought to myself, how can this be sold, not to mention whether it will smash the signboard in the future, even if she let me hold it, I feel very ashamed, but she refused to change to anything else, and insisted on buying this sword and leaving." ”

The young man sighed as he spoke, "Well, maybe it was because the sword was so ugly that she never came to me again." ”

"......" Simon was speechless again, raised his hand and dipped some water on the table next to him, and asked, "Is it this width?" ”

The young man tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, and said, "Thicker than it?" ”

Simon nodded and continued to ask, "The fairy you said has a crush on you, do you have any characteristics?" ”

The young man thought for a moment and said, "There is a hairpin on his head, like a sword." ”

Simon was silent for a long time, thanked him, and turned and walked out.

The young man behind him was still talking, "Do you need to hit your knife?" I'm much better at my craft now than I used to be. ”

Simon ignored it and walked down the long street, silently watching the spring rain.

The woman in the white dress.

It's Qiu Xi'er.

Simon suddenly didn't want to continue the investigation.

A place like Mojian Cliff.

How could it be involved in the matter of going to hell?

Simon held the umbrella and stared at the rain dripping down the edge of the umbrella in a daze.

He couldn't figure it out.

Look up at the east of the world.

You can't see the cliff here.

Even if it is three thousand six hundred and fifty zhang.

But in the heart of everyone in the world, there is a high cliff.

Simon tried to find some excuses.

For example, Qiu Xi'er was really interested in that young man, so she bought the sword and went back, but she accidentally lost it, and later, she was picked up by a cripple and used as a murderous weapon.

But Simon's mind came up with those ancient Taoist techniques that appeared twice in the Heavenly Prison.

That kind of Taoism is different from what is in the world today.

It seems to be from Hanyakan.

Or a certain book.

Many people in the world know that the five thousand words of the green cow were originally on the sword grinding cliff.

Simon thought silently.

So this matter is indeed related to the Grinding Sword Cliff?

Before Qiu Xi'er left, he once invited the sword world to the sword cliff on the Soul Day ceremony.

Is it related to this?

Simon couldn't figure it out.

I just felt that my breathing was extremely heavy.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness welled up in the bottom of my heart.

Simon bent down and stood in the rain on the street for a long time, let out a long breath, and walked silently towards the west of the city.

Didn't go to hell.

Instead, I went to a small alley far away from Hell.

He stopped in front of a small courtyard and raised his hand to push open the courtyard door.

Walk along the rain-washed stone path through the courtyard.

Simon lowered his umbrella and stood under the eaves for a long time.

This yard was bought by Simon.

used all the money he had spent in hell all these years.

It's just that because I'm away all year round, I rarely live here, and it's covered with cobwebs and dust everywhere.

But the yard is not the most important thing.

What matters is the people in the yard.

Simon put down his crutches and leaned against the wall into a room behind him.

The room was clean and basic, nothing had been purchased.

There is only one bed.

There was a pale man lying on the bed.

Di Qianjun.

Simon certainly wouldn't be that stupid.

Ximen stood in front of the bed for a long time, looking at Di Qianjun, who was still unconscious, but sighed.

"What the hell were you looking for?"

"Why is there a shadow of the Grinding Sword Cliff behind you?"

Simon said to himself.

It's a pity that Di Qianjun still hasn't woken up.

If his cultivation is sealed, he can still receive Lin Erliang's attack, and he is already very lucky.

So no one came to tell Simon the real story.

There's even a sentence - you're thinking about a hammer.

......

Nandao sat by the window of a liquor store somewhere in Nanyi City, drinking quietly.

Chen He went out to sell tofu today, in his words, it doesn't matter if the books in the library are lost anyway, it is better to go out and sell tofu.

Maybe it's because I'm tired of reading those biographical novels.

In short, Chen He hummed a little song early in the morning, drove a Tianyan car, loaded a cart of tofu and went out.

And although Nandao is drinking, he doesn't really want to drink.

Just wanted to hear the wind outside.

Whatever the drinkers can say in heaven and on earth, they will naturally talk about hell.

Speaking of those two fires, he sighed the same as Zhang Xiaoyu.

Bad luck, bad luck.

Others say they deserve it.

But no one talked about Di Qianjun.

Perhaps this kind of thing is too embarrassing, and the hell does not let the world know.

In two days, the deep and solemn Heavenly Hell, which was originally hidden in a secluded alley, suddenly became a joke about drinking in Nanyi City.

No one can accept it if they want to change it.

Of course, Heavenly Hell has done nothing good.

The frantic search for the people on the twelfth floor, coupled with the particularity of the people on the twelfth floor, will inevitably affect some people in the world.

So much so that sometimes when the world sees the black robe walking on the street, they begin to wonder if they are from the twelfth floor.

In short, when I see it, I feel upset.

It's better to play cards with the people of the Human Sword Sect.

Naturally, there was news from Ximen, but I only knew that when he went out, it seemed that he went to the Human Sword Sect.

As for the West Gate who came out of the Human Sword Sect, the world didn't recognize it.

Some identities naturally have to appear in a specific place in order to be remembered by the world.

So Nandao didn't know where Ximen went after he went to the Human Sword Sect.

This puzzled him a little.

It must not be Simon who walked out of here with a cane and a broken knife on his back.

Nandao drank wine and thought casually.

After a long time, Chen He, who sold iron plate tofu in Nanyi City, drove a Tianyan car to the other end of the long street.

Chen He got out of the car, walked in with several unsold sizzling tofu, looked for the location of the South Island, and walked over with a smile.

Nan Dao looked at Chen He, who was precisely found, and asked, "How do you know that I am here?" ”

Chen He took the wine jug from in front of Nandao, poured himself a glass, and said with a smile: "It's simple, I casually asked on the street, did I see a young lame man with a black umbrella and two swords on his back, and they pointed me all the way." ”

"......," Nandao said slowly, "I'm not crippled, but my leg isn't healed yet." ”

Chen He drank wine and looked at Nandao, and said, "It's almost the same, as long as you can find someone." ”

"What are you looking for me to do?"

Chen He looked around, everyone else was drinking wine and blowing cowhides, probably not noticing here, so he said mysteriously: "When I was selling tofu in the west of the city before, I saw a strange thing. ”

Nandao was shocked and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Chen He whispered: "I found that there is no one in the Nanyi City Lord's Mansion. ”

"......," Nandao was silent, "and then?" ”

Chen He spread his hands and said, "No, I just leaned on the wall and looked at it, and then slipped away." ”

"What are you looking at on the wall of others?"

Chen He said with a smile: "The tofu I fried is so fragrant, and no one in the entire City Lord's Mansion came out to buy a piece, which made me feel very incomprehensible, so I took a look." ”

“......”

The South Island has nothing to say.

Chen He drank wine and ate sizzling tofu by himself, smiling.

Nandao looked out the window for a while, and then remembered that he seemed to have not seen Beitai for a long time.

Where did this idle young master of Nanyi City go?

Nandao also felt strange.

But after watching Chen He for a long time, it is estimated that he is just idle and bored, and after taking a look at the wall of others, he will not think about anything else.

Nandao sighed, he and Beitai could indeed be very good friends.

It's a pity that the two teenagers were beaten, and neither of them wanted to ask the question first.

And so the story ended in a hurry.

The two drank the jug of wine by the window of the liquor store, and then got up and walked out.

Nandao watched the rain for a long time, looked at Chen He, who was planning to go for a stroll again, and asked, "By the way, where did the grass go for fireflies?" ”

Chen He sat on Tianyan's car and said, "Let's go to Jingsi Lake, do you want to go to the city to see the rain?" ”

Nandao thought about it, and got into the Tianyan car with the sword on his back, and the small car was rushing away on the street.

The two of them came all the way to the east wall of the city, but found that there were many people with swords squatting under the wall here today.

Chen He looked at the people who were hiding from the rain under the wall with a curious expression, very puzzled.

"What are they doing?"

Nandao shook his head and said, "How do I know." ”

Those who looked like sword cultivators didn't care about the discussion of the two of them, they just sat there quietly, not knowing what they were waiting for.

The two of them walked all the way, only to find that not only this place, but also the entire Nanyi City under the city walls was full of sword cultivators.

Mighty, it looks like thousands of people.

There is only one place near Nanyi City where there are so many sword cultivators.

That is the Lingnan Sword Sect.

The Lingnan Sword Sect is a general statement, that is, it covers all the sword sects of those mountain gates on the Fengqi Ridge.

Chen He looked strange, thinking that Cao Weiying had pulled himself to look at the city before, and always felt as if something was going to happen.

Walking all the way to the city, I found that it was all sword cultivation.

Fortunately, Nandao also carries two swords on his back, so it won't look very abrupt to walk in the middle.

The two walked a long way before they found a no-man's corner.

Chen He jumped on the head of the city and sat down, looking down, only to find that there were also a lot of sword cultivators outside the city, scattered by the Qingshan stream.

Chen He was stunned for a long time, and looked at Nandao on the side, "Will we stab Jian Xiu's nest?" ”

Nan Dao also looked at those sword cultivators everywhere with a solemn expression, and said softly, "I don't know. ”

Chen He thought for a long time and said, "Could it be related to the fog in Yunmengzeli?" ”

Nandao was stunned for a moment and said, "What fog?" ”

Chen He then remembered that Nandao had been in a coma in Old Dog Town during that time, so he explained those things to him.

Nandao was silent for a while, and then he understood what had happened in Nanyi City during this time, and said softly: "I don't know. ”

The stories related to the fog have so far had nothing to do with Chen Henandao, who sat at the head of the city and listened to the spring rain.

The two would not have thought that in just a few days, many stories had happened in this world.

But just like when Nandao heard the news of the sudden death of Mr. May's wife.

There are countless things in the world, and what everyone can see is only one in ten million.

But the tide is coming.

Anyone who is in the vortex will naturally be swept up in it.

The descent of Lingnan's 80,000 sword cultivators is destined to be extremely unpeaceful in Nanyi City in the future.

This is what Chen He thought of, and it was also what Nandao thought of.

But whoever it is, it's just a small person in this story.

It's like Lu Xiaoxiao, who is sitting in the corner of the wall, wearing a hat, holding half a bun and forgetting to nibble on it.

When Nandao walked up to the city with a sword on his back and walked in the drizzle, Lu Xiaoxiao saw this, because of the whimsical nature of the Tianya Sword Sect, many people in the Lingnan Sword Sect were beaten by Cheng Lu.

She wanted to stuff the buns into her arms at that time, and then ran over to ask Nandao if she could go back to Lingnan with them.

But when he jumped up, Lu Xiaoxiao remembered what Wu Dalong said when he left Nanyi City.

What can the Lingnan Sword Sect give him?

Can't afford it.

Not all small cultivation places can be so lucky to pick up a west gate at the west gate of the town.

After Lu Xiaoxiao jumped up, he slowly sat back again, and took the half-eaten bun out of his arms again, but he didn't eat it.

Quietly looking at the underwear that was stained with oil flowing from half of the bun, Lu Xiaoxiao thought a little sadly.

It's really a loss for my wife and a soldier.

Hit that beating.

Stuff this bun too.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at it silently for a long time, lowered her head and ate the buns, and didn't think about anything more.

Nandao naturally didn't know that in that short period of time, there was a small sword cultivator not far away, and he thought about a lot of things related to him.

Nandao looked at Lu Xiaoxiao.

A young man dressed in white approached.

Zhang Xiaoyu.

When Zhang Xiaoyu passed by Lu Xiaoxiao's side, he asked with a blank look.

"What kind of bun are you, why is it so fragrant?"

Lu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, glanced at Nandao who had seen over there, and then looked at this young man with a scabbard on his back who looked different, and whispered: "I made it myself, and I brought it from Lingnan." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said regretfully: "That's a pity, I thought Nanyi City could eat it!" ”

Lu Xiaoxiao thought about it, broke a piece and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't dislike it, said thank you, stuffed it into his mouth, and then swayed towards the South Island.

Lu Xiaoxiao sighed and sat in the rain in the corner.

When Nandao looked at it just now, Lu Xiaoxiao actually had a strange feeling in her heart, as if she wanted to kidnap someone else's little girl, but her family was poor.

Lu Xiaoxiao thought about it, no, she is a little girl, oh no, it's a thirty-year-old girl.

But the embarrassment is real.

Lu Xiaoxiao sighed, nibbled on the remaining buns, and decided to beat Wu Dalong again after going back.

It was all something they came up with, which made Lu Xiaoxiao also moved, sitting here like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with a spring in her arms.

But it's heartwarming.

That's the person Mojian Cliff wants.

Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think regretfully.

It's a pity that who would want to marry a place like Lingnan?

Lu Xiaoxiao finished nibbling on the bun, stood up with his sword, and shrank farther away.

If you can't see it, you won't be annoyed.

If you can't see it, you won't regret it.

If you can't see it, you will suffer from gains and losses.

Thinking like this, Lu Xiaoxiao seemed to be in a better mood, wearing a hat and walking in the drizzle, heading towards another corner where Nandao would not be seen or seen.

Nan Dao and Zhang Xiaoyu didn't think that the female sword cultivator from Lingnan thought about so many things.

Chen He, the only one who had seen Lu Xiaoxiao, was looking at the extremely unusual world with melancholy.

I wonder if it really gets messed up.

I don't know if anyone else will buy their own sizzling tofu.

It's melancholy.

Chen He thought.