On the fifth day of the first month of the first month of the year 1004, the town of Tianqian was drizzling.

When Nan Dao opened his eyes, Lu Xiaoer had already gotten up and was walking into the room with a basin of water, and there were a few buns on the table next to him.

"Uncle Shi, wash up and eat something."

Lu Xiaoer put the basin of water on the washing shelf on the side, looked at Nandao and said.

Although cultivators don't have to be so troublesome, it's just that Lu Xiaoer is probably still very adaptable to this kind of life in the world, after all, he has only been in the Dao for a long time, not to mention that Lingnan Sword Cultivation has already lived like a person in the world.

Nan Dao nodded, put the two swords behind his back, stood up, washed with one hand, and then sat at the table with Lu Xiaoer.

It's just that probably because of the hot pot yesterday, the two of them are not very interested in steamed buns today.

After all, hunger is needed to eat.

So after sitting and staring for a while, Lu Xiaoer was very sorry to find that the buns that he missed in Lingnan in the past are not so fragrant today.

So I took a look at Nandao, who also didn't do much on the side, thought about it, wrapped the bun again, stuffed it into my arms, and planned to eat it as a snack in my spare time.

Don't be afraid if you do it, break a piece and chew it as a peanut when you do it.

The rain in the town hasn't stopped today.

Lu Xiaoer walked to the open-air corridor of the inn and looked at it for a while, but he really couldn't see any snow in the rain, so he sighed, looked at Nandao and said, "Uncle Shi, what if it doesn't snow?" ”

Nanjima calmly stood on the edge of the rain eaves with an umbrella and said, "If it doesn't snow, it's hard to get on the head." ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at the end of the town, under the green eaves, he didn't see the old sword cultivator sitting there today.

However, there has been some babbling singing in the rain, and through the sound of rain and rain, there is a hazy and distant ethereal inspiration.

Lu Xiaoer looked at it for a while, but found that the heavenly jailer seemed to be missing today.

Maybe it's just not on this side anymore.

After all, the town under the mountain is quite large.

Nandao saw that Lu Xiaoer had been looking at it and said, "Do you want to go down for a walk?" ”

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll see if there are any interesting gadgets, and I'll buy them for the juniors and disciples to take back when the time comes." ”

Speaking of this, Lu Xiaoer remembered the sword he hid again.

The two walked down the inn.

"I don't know if my sword will be found by the little four and the five, I used it to scare the junior, and it wouldn't be good if I scared them then."

Nandao smiled and said, "Little Four and Little Five are more honest, so they shouldn't go around." ”

Lu Xiaoer nodded and said, "That's the same." ”

The two of them wandered the streets, walked through most of the town, and indeed did not see the heavenly jailer of yesterday today.

However, the South Island did find a small station of believers in the world.

In the corner of the south of the town, a small blue house, there are many thin bamboo tubes at the door, probably used to hold envelopes, and there is only a young letter brother sitting at a counter busy, probably sorting out the letters in the town, and when he saw the two of them walking in, he greeted him very warmly.

"Do you want to send a letter, little brother."

When Lu Xiaoer saw that his uncle was called a little brother, he probably thought it was a little weird, but he just looked up and didn't say anything.

Well, it's really the little brother.

I am twelve years old, and my uncle is sixteen years old, so it is impossible to become a big brother.

There was some hesitation in the South Island.

The little brother of the believer looked at Nandao, who was still holding an umbrella, although he felt strange, but he didn't ask, just smiled and said: "The two of you are sword cultivators on the mountain, the letter here is indeed not as fast as the scattered pavilion in the mountain, after all, we have to walk through the world little by little to send it, and it will inevitably be much slower." ”

Nandao shook his head and said, "No, it's just that I haven't written it yet, but did you send these letters yourself?" ”

The little brother of the believer said with a smile: "How is that possible, I am only responsible for sending it to Shanyue City or Bailu City outside the town, and there will be a larger letter station over there, and they will subdivide it and send it out little by little." ”

"If you want to send it, I have paper and pen here, and there is a small room next to it, you can go there and write it, write it now, and send it now."

Nandao thought for a while and said, "It's okay, but how long does it usually take to send it to the East China Sea?" ”

"Tokai?"

The little brother of the believer was also shocked, stopped what he was doing, thought for a while and said, "If it's fast, it's two months, and if it's slow, it's half a year." ”

Lu Xiaoer said with some incredulity: "Is it going to take so long?" ”

The little brother of the believer continued to return the letters there, which were mainly divided into three piles, one pile was Nanyi City, one pile was Shanyue City, and the other was Bailu City, which was very simple.

"Do you think, if you were a messenger and only had one letter to the East China Sea, would you send it?"

Lu Xiaoer shook his head and said, "No." ”

The little brother smiled and said, "That's it, slow is slow, but if it weren't for His Majesty setting up another letter station outside the post station, you wouldn't be able to deliver this letter to the East China Sea." ”

Nan Dao didn't say anything more, looked at the little brother and said, "There is paper and pen in the room next to it?" ”

The letter boy nodded.

Nandao walked in with an umbrella.

Lu Xiaoer watched the little brother sorting out the letters there, and the two chatted.

"Aren't you going to send it?"

"I don't send it."

"Oh, then why don't you go in and take a look, and see whose little girl your senior brother writes to?"

"That's my uncle."

This sentence made the little brother stunned for a moment, he always thought that this was the two brothers, but he didn't expect it to be the uncle and nephew.

"He's so young, it's your uncle?"

Lu Xiaoer pretended to be forced very indifferently and said: "Because Uncle Shi's realm is very high." ”

The little brother was silent, but he didn't ask how high the realm was, after all, the person in front of him was a twelve-year-old boy, a sword cultivator in the mountains, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old uncle, and the realm was probably not high.

Nandao naturally didn't care what the two of them said outside.

Someone probably wrote here before, and the ink was polished, which saved him the trouble of not being able to grind ink.

Sit down in front of the couch upright.

——

Mr.

It's the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and I'm already down the mountain.

I wrote you a letter last year, I don't know if you received it.

Isn't it deserted on the cliff?

I don't know when I'll be able to make it to the East China Sea.

Maybe it's faster than this letter, maybe it's slower than this letter.

I got into some trouble some time ago, and I also offended the Human Sword Sect, and this road is probably not very easy to walk.

But I'll come as soon as possible.

.......

.......

——

After writing the letter, Nandao carefully checked it for a long time to make sure that there were no typos, so he carefully dried it before taking it out.

Lu Xiaoer talked with the letter brother for a while, and probably understood the process, and when he saw Nan Dao coming out, he ran to get a bamboo tube, helped Nan Dao put the letter in, and then took the wax over, sealed the bamboo tube, and then handed it to the letter writer.

The little brother took the bamboo tube and glanced at Nandao again.

"Tokai?"

Nandao nodded.

"Where's the East China Sea?"

"Grinding Sword Cliff."

The little brother who was writing shook his hand, and almost dropped the letter into the stove next to him.

raised his head and looked at Nandao suspiciously for a long time, but he didn't ask anything, just wrote a few words about the East China Sea Mojian Cliff in a dignified manner, and then put it in the pile of letters in Bailu City on the side.

"A total of thirty-three wen, three wen is the pen, ink and bamboo tube fee."

Nan Dao nodded, and when he was about to take out his money bag, Lu Xiaoer had already handed over the prepared money.

The little boy patted his burden very sincerely, looked at Nandao and said, "When I came out, Uncle Le picked several money bags and fruits for me. ”

The South Island is clear.

The little brother on the side asked curiously: "The money bag fruit, and the tree that grows money?" ”

Nandao chuckled softly and told him what Le Chaotian had done.

The little brother naturally had nothing to say, so he could only sigh: "Your junior brother is probably really rich, and I don't know where the rich son is." ”

Naturally, the two of them didn't say much, stayed there for a while, and then left there with an umbrella.

walked around the town for a while, but Lu Xiaoer took out the bun in his arms and began to gnaw it, because of the reason for putting it in his arms, the bun still carried the heat, and when he bit it open, the juice in it did not solidify, which looked very tempting.

The little boy saw Nandao looking at him, so he took another one and handed it to Nandao.

Walking on the road and nibbling on buns is naturally not in line with the character of a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes holding a sword to repair the shelf.

It's just that it's probably rare to go down the mountain, and Lu Xiaoer is also a little happy in his heart, so he put aside those things for the time being, walking in the rain with an umbrella, and gnawing on buns and glancing around, but he is very comfortable—as long as he doesn't see the heavenly jailer or the sword cultivator at the end of the town.

It's just that not long after I started walking, I saw some people who looked like they were catching fast from the town government walking towards here, and hurriedly passed by the two of them.

Lu Xiaoer nibbled on the bun, but smelled something unusual.

The two of them looked in the direction of seven or eight catchers leaving, and there seemed to be a lot of noise on that side.

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao and said, "Do you want to go and see?" ”

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "Let's take a look." ”

The two nibbled on buns and followed all the way.

It's in an alley east of town.

There were a lot of people around the alley, and those who were catching fast were distancing the crowd, and at the same time drew a cordon, blocking both ends of the alley.

Lu Xiaoer and Nandao squeezed for a while before they squeezed through the crowd and stood at the entrance of the alley.

It's just that this glance at the past made both of them stunned.

There was a dead man in the alley, the same heavenly jailer I saw yesterday. Kei sat by the wall, with a sword on his forehead, and looked at the empty scabbard of the heavenly jailer, which should be his own, and pierced his skull, nailing him to the wall of the alley.

There were only a few traces in the alley, and some moss marks were wiped off the corners, and it didn't look like the fight had lasted long.

There was a faint remnant of sword intent on the ground.

While the two of them were looking at the situation in the alley, the people around them also noticed the two strangers from the town with swords on their backs, and they tacitly retreated, leaving a large open space for the two.

The movement here naturally also attracted the attention of those catchers in the alley, and a middle-aged man who was about the head catcher came over with a knife, stopped in front of the two, and politely saluted.

"The two of you are sword cultivators in the mountains?"

Naturally, there are very few cultivators in the world, so even if the two of them are just teenagers, that person seems to be very polite.

Nandao nodded calmly and didn't say anything.

The head catcher rubbed his hands, probably hesitated a little, and said, "Did you see anything strange or hear anything strange in the town last night?" ”

Nandao didn't have to hide it, and calmly told them what he had seen last night.

The head catcher listened with a sad face.

In the end, they are just the officials of the town.

Although I don't like these people very much, but I don't like it, and people suddenly die on your territory, there will always be a lot of trouble.

Moreover, they naturally have no binding force on cultivators, so even if they have some doubts in their hearts, they will not say it, but after listening to it, they bow very sincerely and say, "Thank you." ”

Nandao and the two looked at it for a while, and then left there, after all, the heavenly jailer died under the sword, although it was his own sword, but for the world, it naturally did not mean so.

What's more, when the two first arrived, such a thing happened, which is naturally very suspicious.

But suspicion is suspicion, and no one is stupid enough to ask out loud.

Naturally, such a matter will wait for the town's official office to report to the Heavenly Prison, and the people from the Heavenly Hell will rush to deal with it themselves.

The two walked out for a long time, and Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao in the drizzle, and said with some hesitation: "Uncle Shi did it?" ”

Nanjima shook his head calmly.

"No, it's not."

Such a question is not surprising, and there is nothing annoying about the South Islands.

Because when he saw the corpse of the heavenly prison official, he also asked a question in the sea of gods.

It was the peach blossoms that asked.

Peach Blossom's answer is also no.

Yes or no, peach blossoms naturally know best.

Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief.

Nandao whispered, "But it's not a good thing. ”

"Why?" Lu Xiaoer only began to ask, and he understood the meaning of Nandao.

Yes.

If it weren't for the South Island.

That means there are people on the twelfth floor in the town.

After all, no one in the world would want to provoke the people of Heaven and Hell for no reason.

Lu Xiaoer looked at the street with some suspicion.

Nan Dao looked at the appearance of the little boy on the side, smiled softly, and said, "You can't see it, even the people from the Heavenly Hell and the people on the twelfth floor themselves can't tell who is the person from the twelfth floor, how can you see it." ”

Lu Xiaoer retracted his gaze, thought about it, took the bun that was still unfinished in his mouth, and then untied the Xiwu Sword from behind him, and put it in his hand, and then walked steadily in the rain.

The two of them walked for a while, but they heard the babbling sound again.

Nandao was silent for a moment, and looked up at the end of the street under the umbrella.

In the rain, the old sword cultivator appeared under the eaves of the small courtyard again, sitting there, probably listening to the sound of the rain.

Lu Xiaoer looked up at Nandao, hesitated a little, and said softly, "What is Uncle Shi thinking?" ”

Nandao retracted his gaze and looked down at the slippery stone slabs beneath his feet, and the shadows of the eaves and mountains in the rain looked like cliffs.

"Do you think there is a possibility that the Sword Sect Senior Brother did it?"

Lu Xiaoer naturally had this kind of conjecture, so when Nandao said it, he was not surprised at all, but just stood under the umbrella and pondered the same.

"I don't know."

Nan Dao thought for a while, such a reasonless conjecture, naturally there was no thought at all, but if there was a suspicion, naturally Nan Dao and that old sword cultivator were the most suspicious.

After all, that Heavenly Prison Officer was a cultivator who had attained enlightenment and heard the wind realm.

To be able to kill such a heavenly jailer simply, it is naturally impossible for the realm to be very low.

At least it shouldn't be lower than the South Island.

The two stood in the street for a while, then looked up at the sky.

It was drizzling and there was still no sign of snow.

Spring snow is naturally there.

But not all the time.

It is a truth to blow the wine flag with the wind.

When the wind blows the wine flag, it is impossible to predict.

Unfortunately, the South Island still has its own concerns.

Otherwise, he could have waited a little longer.

After wandering around for a long time, the two returned to the inn.

Xiao Er also had a sense of urgency in his heart, and the joy of going down the mountain was also diluted a lot, and after returning to the room, he sat down by the window facing the quiet drizzle of the town, pressed his sword knees, and began to practice.

Nan Dao bought a pot of wine downstairs, asked Xiao Er for a stove, and did not stay in the room, but sat in the corridor of the inn, facing a drizzle, and began to cook wine there.

A pot of wine was drunk until the afternoon.

Gradually, the rain stopped.

The twilight scene of the green mountains in the town, the water under the eaves is wet, and it falls on the stone slabs to gather, which is a little more gorgeous in the cold.

The people of hell came quickly.

The rain just stopped, and on the other side of the town, there were four black-clothed heavenly prison officials, with different swords and swords, and there should be people from the Daomen.

As they entered the town, they parted ways, and one of the two men with a sword knocked on the door of the courtyard at the end of the town, while the other walked towards the inn.

Nandao sat there calmly and drank his wine, watching the man who had entered the inn and stepped on the stairs and walked up.

"Shanyue City Heavenly Prison, the ranger Zhou Shan, I have seen my senior brother."

The man was quite polite.

However, this politeness is probably also due to the unusual reason for perceiving the sword intent on Nandao's body.

Nandao looked up at him for a moment, then nodded.

Zhou Shan hugged his sword and saluted, and then sat down beside Nandao.

"Senior Brother is a Lingnan Sword Cultivator, or is it a Senior Brother of the Human Sword Sect?"

"Lingnan Sword Cultivation."

After Zhou Shan sat down, his eyes fell on the umbrella, which was carrying some rain dripping from the eaves, so his eyes fell on the two swords behind Nandao.

One sword scribbled with peach blossoms, and the other with an imposing parrot island.

Zhou Shan thought that he was also a sword cultivator in the Rain Viewing Realm, although he was not from a famous sect, but he could be regarded as a middle-level cultivator in the world, but when he looked at those two swords, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

I also sighed in my heart that I was fortunate to see that he had such a cultivation at a young age, and called out to my senior brother.

Since he has already called his senior brother, it is naturally reasonable to avoid the edge of the sword.

Zhou Shan naturally looked away and looked at the wine jug in Nandao's hand.

"When did Senior Brother come to town?"

In such a sentence, it is natural that it begins to carry a lot of questioning meanings unique to Heavenly Hell.

Nandao calmly took a sip of wine.

"Yesterday."