After the figure of the grass firefly disappeared, Nandao poked his head out with an umbrella at the corner of the alley.

In the drizzle on the street, the grass is gone.

Is this young gentleman really in a hurry?

Why did you run away all of a sudden?

Nandao scratched his head with only a bag of mahjong left.

Originally, Nandao didn't care about anything, and nothing strange happened with an umbrella, but after walking in the alley for a while, I always felt a little suspicious when I remembered the performance of Mr. Qingsheng.

So he turned back to see if he would mysteriously talk to some mysterious person who suddenly appeared - that's what the book says. After the protagonist says something strange to someone, that person will often stand there after the protagonist leaves, wait for a mysterious person to come out, say another half-understood sentence, and then leave mysteriously.

It's a pity that Nandao didn't see this picture, the boy seemed to be in a real hurry, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye, only a street of drizzle drifting coldly.

Look up at the umbrella in your hand.

Nothing happened, Nan Dao smiled relaxedly, it must have been a little suspicious that he had searched the town today and had not seen his friends.

Carrying a bag and holding an umbrella, Nandao walked slowly along the alley.

After walking for a while, Nandao's heart moved.

After looking at the rain that was not very heavy, he hesitated a little, carefully placed the umbrella in his hand under the corner, and then retreated a few steps, for fear that something would really happen.

But after waiting for a while, nothing.

Sure enough, it's a lie.

Nandao thought.

Reading people are different, and deceiving people is a set.

Nandao thought indignantly, and he had to invite him to drink and eat sizzling tofu.

Since there was nothing to do, Nandao planned to go forward, pick up the umbrella, and go home to wash and sleep.

However, Nandao had only taken a step before he sensed that something was wrong.

The drizzle seemed to be getting extremely cold.

Nandao stretched out his hand, and the rain hit the palm of his hand, with a biting chill, and then gradually, what fell on the palm was no longer rain, but a fine sand - as if it had just been frozen like this by the cold, and when it fell on the palm, it was teardrop-shaped.

It's as if this drizzle of twilight is suddenly wrapped in a chill that comes from nowhere, and then freezes a little bit.

Nandao was stunned for a moment, looked up at the sky, and in this stunned effort, the ice sand was gone.

Instead, there was snowfall.

This kind of picture seems very familiar.

Minajima felt as if she had been through it.

But he couldn't remember when.

The twilight still lingered on the horizon as the snow that had suddenly flooded the town, and Nandao looked at the sky in a daze, as if he saw something distant mixed in with the snow.

What is that?

Nandao didn't have time to think about it, and a sense of crisis that he had never felt before suddenly came to his heart.

As if someone had pushed Nandao, Nandao suddenly rolled forward and grabbed the black umbrella that was placed not far in front of him.

The snow suddenly stopped.

Something seems to have come to an abrupt end.

Nandao sat under the umbrella in a daze, looking up at the sky.

That heavy snow is gone.

It's just a long street in a small town, just a drizzle in a short alley.

Just the end of a soothing and ordinary spring day.

The twilight in the distance was dim, and it gradually sank under the green hills.

Nanjima sat silently under the umbrella, and suddenly understood what the green-robed young man Cao Wei Hotaru meant.

It turned out that once the umbrella was opened.

You really can't get it back?

There was some knife-like pain coming from the palm of his hand.

Nandao raised his hand, only to find that the palm that had received snow water was bloody, and all of them were wounds.

Nandao got up and ran out of the alley, and the people on the long street were staring at the sky in a daze—bloodied and bloody.

Nandao didn't dare to look at them, but just chased all the way in the direction that the grass was leaving.

However, nothing was found.

The young man in the green dress seemed to have disappeared into the town.

Nandao ran all the way to the edge of the town, staring blankly at the green hills in the drizzle in the distance.

Many birds landed in the stream at the foot of the mountain, and it was bloody.

Why?

Why!

Nandao held the umbrella tightly and looked at everything in the world with a blank and painful expression.

What the hell is this umbrella?

Nandao shivered, the snow had disappeared into the town, but the chill to the bone remained in his heart for a long time.

School.

Nandao suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran towards the town.

The townspeople are running in a hurry.

That sudden, murderous snow threw the peaceful town into chaos.

Nandao ran through the streets and alleys all the way to the outside of the school, then slammed open the door and rushed in, crashing into a frightened man as soon as he entered.

Mahjong and flasks from the South Island fell and scattered all over the ground.

"Where's the gentleman from the Academy?"

Nan Dao got up, looked at the person in front of him who was looking for water to wash his face, and asked hurriedly.

The man's face was bloodied, but he was stunned.

"I am."

"It's a young gentleman who calls grass a firefly!"

"Where did this guy come from?"

After the man had finished speaking hurriedly, he rushed to the eaves and washed the blood on his face with water in his tank.

Nandao stood there stunned.

Then he bent down, picked up all those things in silence, stuffed them into his baggage, and walked out in a distracted manner.

Back to the blacksmith's shop.

The blacksmith, who slept on a chaise longue all day, was a rare sight to stand under the eaves.

Nandao dragged his heavy legs towards the eaves.

"Daddy......"

Nandao looked at his father in horror and wanted to say something.

This man was rumored to be from the East China Sea, the best blacksmith in the world, but he just shook his head calmly.

Nandao stood in the courtyard in a daze, not knowing what it meant.

"It's time for you to wake up."

The blacksmith whispered.

"What woke up?"

"Waking up from a dream?"

"I'm not dreaming!"

The blacksmith didn't retort, but whispered, "Go and see the peach tree." ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, holding an umbrella, and walked towards the backyard.

In the drizzle in the backyard, the peach blossoms on the peach tree were blooming vigorously.

Nandao silently held an umbrella and stepped on the wet path in the yard before stopping under the tree.

See what Peachtree does?

"Floating life is a dream within a dream."

Nandao heard his father's voice behind him and was about to look back, but an irreversible force held his head, making his gaze stay in the endless peach blossoms, and then sink in.

The last words sounded like a sigh in my ears.

"At the end of the world, the wind is in the wind."

Nandao's gaze suddenly passed through the layers of peach blossoms.

A peachy face appeared in front of him.

"It's time for you to wake up."

The man said calmly.

Nandao looked at him in a daze, and suddenly remembered a lot of things.

For example, his name is Peach Blossom.

For example, I really can't let go of that umbrella.

"Destiny is a river of peach blossoms that fly in all directions."

"The dream of love that is enough to indulge in is over."

"It's time for us to keep drifting."

Peach Blossom's voice was extremely calm.

Nandao lowered his head, tears streaming down his face, and suddenly understood the meaning of the word pain.

......

Simon took his sword from Di Qianjun and left the courtyard.

All the way through the drizzly long street, back to the heavenly hell.

The smell of the burned flowers seemed to be suppressed by the rain, but when I walked into the courtyard, the stains on the pear blossoms on both sides remained, making the pure white petals look like the hazy gray mountain edge in the distant mountain vapor.

The west gate crossed the pear blossom road and walked towards the prison yard.

The prison was burned down, and Simon, who wanted to write something, had to go to the prison.

The ashes burned in the courtyard have been buried outside the city, but there are still traces of that gray in the open space in those courtyards.

Simon watched in silence in the courtyard for a while, then walked into the courtyard, found a pen and paper, and began to write a letter.

Just like Zhang Xiaoyu said.

Simon wrote only two things.

First, the Human Sword Sect allowed the army in the north of Fengqi Ridge to march towards Nanyi City.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu was talking about Nanyi City, it was clear to everyone in the world that Huai'an's secular soldiers and armor were all stopped north of Fengqiling, not to give face to Nanyi City, but to give face to the Sword Sect in the world.

It's like Cong Blade and Kamigawa, the two disciples who laughed in Cong back then, looking north and south.

Cong Blade rarely goes to the other side of Fengqi Ridge.

Kamigawa also rarely cares about the affairs of Nanyi City.

As for the 300,000 Qingjia belonging to the Bei family, when Cong Jian is there, he will always be dispensable.

And the second thing is to lie about Liu March's death in Daze.

Simon only wrote down five words, and then stopped.

Whether it is Qingtian Dao Willow March, or Huaidu Willow March.

It is a name that is not light in the world.

Just like Zhang Xiaoyu's status in the Sword Sect or the Mountain and River View in the world.

If Zhang Xiaoyu went to Huaidu, and then died in Huaidu.

The entire Northern Cultivation Realm had to go and explain to the Human Sword Sect and the Mountains and Rivers Sect on the day of Zhang Xiaoyu's death.

So Simon was silent and hesitated.

However, at this time, there was a lot of noise outside the Heavenly Prison.

Simon frowned, put down his pen, got up and walked out.

The heavenly prison officials who were still dealing with many aftermath in the heavenly prison went outside.

It seems that something big has happened.

Simon chuckled in his heart, coughed in a low voice, and headed for the outer courtyard of Hell.

The originally cold and lonely alley was now full of people, not only the heavenly prison officials, but also many people from Nanyi City.

A group of people surrounded a Heavenly Prison Ranger who was holding a green robe, looking panicked.

When Simon saw the bloody green robe, he fell silent.

The ranger with the green robe came up and handed it to Simon.

"Lord Liu, you may have died in Daze."

Simon silently picked up the corner of the green robe and looked at the indelible blood on it.

This is indeed Liu Yueyue's clothes, and there are words Qingtiandao in the corner of the green robe.

When does the moon come in the blue sky?

This is a poem from the Grinding Sword Cliff many years ago.

Simon also wanted to stop and ask.

So he looked at the Enlightenment Realm ranger.

"Where did you find this garment?"

"At the foot of the green mountains outside Daze, there is an old man who grows flowers."

"What did he say?"

"He said that day he saw a piece of clothing pushed to the shore by Zeshui, so he picked it up."

Simon silently picked up a corner of his garment and shook it open.

There are countless blood marks on the green robe, and the most serious one is in the heart.

It's just a piece of clothing, which naturally doesn't mean that Liu March died.

He is an extremely outstanding disciple of the younger generation of the Daomen, the existence of the eighth realm of the path, and Ximen does not know that Liu March has entered the ninth realm of the path in Daze.

But Ximen watched in silence for a long time, but he remembered what Zhang Xiaoyu said to him.

It is an extremely troublesome thing for such a character to die on the side of Nanyi City.

Whether it is Qingtian Dao or Huaidu, they will not sit idly by.

But, that's exactly what they want.

The more powerful it is, the more confident Nanyi City will be in the face of that fog.

Ximen thought for a long time, looked at the crowded people in the alleys, and then looked back at the green robe, and then said calmly: "Lord Liu is indeed dead. ”

There was an uproar in the streets.

"With such an injury, even if Lord Liu is a disciple of Qingtian Dao, he won't survive."

Simon said lightly, looking at the group of heavenly prison officials.

"I will mourn Huaidu."

"Let's disperse."

The Heavenly Prison Officials silently returned to the courtyard, and then closed the gate of the Heavenly Prison tightly, no longer caring what Nanyi City thought of the news.

Simon walked towards the courtyard with his green robe in his hand.

"Do we need to go to Osawa to find the body of Lord Yanagi?"

One day the jailer asked.

Simon stopped and looked up at the pear blossoms in the courtyard under the black walls.

"No need."

Everyone looked at Simon's back in the distance, not knowing why.

Simon returned to the prison courtyard and sat down at his desk again.

Hold the pen and calmly continue to write.

Lord Liu, the waiter, died in Daze, and there were no bones left, only bloody clothes entered the city......

The patrol officer Ximen passed it on behalf of the dispatcher.

Simon finished writing the things in silence, and then sealed the letterhead. Picking up Di Qianjun's sword that was placed aside, the sluggish sword intent poured out from the sea of gods, surrounding the sword body, and there was a heavenly hell dispatch on the scabbard to make the exclusive runes light up, and Ximen pressed the scabbard on the envelope.

Ximen stood up with the letter, coughed for a long time, and then walked out the door, handed the letter to a prison official from the Enlightenment Realm in the courtyard, and asked him to go north, to Shanyue City, north of Fengqi Ridge.

The man turned into a sword and left.

Naturally, Shanyue City would not be the upper-level organization of the Heavenly Hell of Nanyi City.

It's just that today's Nanyi City lacks people who can directly send the letter to Huaidu.

Ximen could have done it, but he was also seriously injured now, not to mention the current situation in Heavenly Hell, Ximen naturally couldn't leave Nanyi City.

Therefore, only if it is sent to Shanyue City first, and the letter has Di Qianjun's stamp on it, the Shanyue City Heavenly Prison, which also belongs to the southern dispatch envoy, will naturally send the letter to Huaidu.

Simon stood under the eaves of the prison courtyard, silently watching in the direction in which the sword light had left.

The sword intent is thousands of miles, and it can naturally turn sword light into a thousand miles.

For example, Qiu Xi'er, although it is a small path realm, but the sword intent is a rare cliff master realm, so at the beginning, he directly took the son who was far away on the other side of Yunmengze with a sword in the Hanging Courtyard without sorrow.

But the sword cultivation of the ordinary small Dao realm would naturally not be so outrageous.

It is often around 10 to 100 miles.

Even if Simon were to go, it would take a long time to go back and forth.

So two things are written in the letter.

One is the secular army in the north of Fengqiling, and the other is just about the cultivation world.

After watching in silence for a long time, Simon looked back at the green robe that was hanging in the prison courtyard.

Previously, Zhang Xiaoyu said that if Liu March did not die, he would go to Daze to kill him.

The words are very nice to say.

But whether Zhang Xiaoyu will be Liu March's opponent is another matter.

So Simon really didn't think about it.

However, when this bloodstained green robe was brought back from Daze, Ximen also began to wonder if Zhang Xiaoyu really went to Daze.

Because there are not only sword marks on the green robe, but also Tao rhyme.

But it's not possible.

Zhang Xiaoyu was still above the head of Nanyi City before.

Ximen didn't know why he always liked to doubt Zhang Xiaoyu so much.

Maybe it's because this well-known Sword Sect disciple in Nanyi City is too shocking?

Addicted to playing cards all day long, he will play until dark tomorrow, but he can become the only person who has learned the sword of cause and effect, and he is still a great disciple of the contemporary Shanhe Guanshan Sect.

Such a person can always make people feel incredible.

But suspicion is suspicion.

Ximen actually understood that Zhang Xiaoyu could not have anything to do with Liu March's death.

Many people in the cultivation world knew that before Zhang Xiaoyu came to the Human Sword Sect, he and Liu Yue were good friends.

Simon thought about it, but he was startled, and then fell silent.

Yes, even if Liu Yueyue's life and death are still uncertain, Ximen has already tacitly tacitly agreed in his heart that this soldier from Huaidu has died in Daze.

Simon didn't know about the conversations that had taken place in the Sword Sect's garden last night.

But if he thinks about it, maybe he will also make such a decision - a person like Liu March, dying in Daze, is the best thing for Nanyi City, or the entire southern Huai'an, which is about to face the unknown.

Simon thought about this dark but heavy thought.

Sighing softly.

walked into the courtyard of the Heavenly Hell, looked at everyone for a long time, and then said softly:

"Next, the Heavenly Hell will temporarily stop the pursuit of the twelfth floor and concentrate the location of the activity on the side of Daze."

"Are you trying to rescue Lady Liu?"

Ximen said softly: "If Lord Liu comes out of Daze unharmed, I will welcome him back to Nanyi City." ”

"What if it's an injury?" Someone felt a trace of something very unusual in this sentence.

Simon looked up at the sky, and everything seemed extremely distant and hazy in the drizzle.

"Kill him."

Simon said calmly.

The courtyard was silent.

Although some people guessed this answer, they still felt unbelievable, Heavenly Prison, as a supervisory body directly under His Majesty, was here, choosing to kill Lord Liu from Huaidu?

"Why?"

Someone stood in the rain and asked.

Simon turned to look south, where there was a fog that had not yet cleared and was difficult to peep into.

"The situation in Nanyi City is unknown and severe, we don't know what will happen, so we have to call for help to the world."

"Lord Liu's death is a shout."

Everyone fell silent and walked out of the courtyard in twos and threes.

Until in this heavy rain, only Simon was left standing alone with a broken knife on his back and an injury.