Hearing Nandao's answer, Zhou Shan pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "Senior brother should have seen my colleague yesterday?" ”

Nandao nodded.

"Have you ever seen anything strange happening?"

Nandao said calmly: "If you don't sleep in the middle of the night and hang out in the rain, does it count?" ”

Zhou Shan said in a deep voice: "Who is it?" ”

"Your colleague."

“......”

Zhou Shan was silent for a moment and asked another question.

"Why did Senior Brother come here?"

"Just passing by."

"Why do you stop when you pass by?"

"Because someone is blocking the way."

"Who?"

"The other person you asked."

Zhou Shan looked towards the courtyard at the end of the town and fell silent.

After a while, he stood up, hugged his sword and saluted, "Excuse me, take my leave." ”

Nandao nodded.

After the heavenly jailer named Zhou Shan went down, he stayed in the inn for a while, probably to confirm what Nandao said.

It took a long time before leaving.

Not long after Lu Xiaoer, he poked his head out, looked at Nan Dao, who was drinking outside alone, and asked suspiciously, "Has anyone just come?" ”

Nan Dao nodded and said, "The people of the Heavenly Hell have already left. ”

Lu Xiaoer walked out a little nervously, stood on the corridor and looked at the street where the rain had stopped outside, and sure enough, he saw a man in black with a sword walking on the street.

"You didn't fight?"

Nandao raised his eyebrows and said, "Why did you fight?" ”

"Didn't you say that the people of Heaven and Hell are not easy to get along with?"

Nandao suddenly remembered that a long time ago, in Nanyi City, Di Qianjun and Ximen, who were sitting honestly with their backs to Chen He facing the pear tree, smiled softly, and said, "It's really not easy to get along, but it's a matter of the situation." ”

At this time, Lu Xiaoer also saw another Heavenly Prison Servant who respectfully walked out of the small courtyard of the old sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect.

Compared to that person, in fact, Zhou Shan's attitude was already very bland.

Although he kept calling his senior brother, he was neither humble nor arrogant.

After all, they are all people who live in the world, and they are just some rangers.

Simon's attitude was much better than Di Qianjun's—when he was still a ranger.

When he is imprisoned and takes power, he rarely sees the green mountains in the world, and faces such a confusing case file all day long, and probably many years later, Simon will become like Di Qianjun.

Lu Xiaoer looked at it for a while, then walked back to Nandao's side with his sword, lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Shi won't be exposed." ”

Nan Dao looked at the warm wine on the stove and said softly: "Generally not, unless someone from Nanyi City comes." ”

Lu Xiaoer was stunned, and then probably remembered those stories in Lingnan, the East China Sea Sword Cultivator who inexplicably said that he was going to protect the South Island.

"Uncle Shi has a criminal record in Nanyi City?"

Nandao said softly: "No, it's all burned." ”

Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief, but heard Nan Dao say again: "But someone knows, and they are probably about to come to the world to find me." ”

The little boy looked at Nandao with a complicated expression.

"Uncle Shi is still so calm?"

"Do you think it's the Human Sword Sect that is difficult to deal with, or the Heavenly Hell is difficult to deal with?"

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while and said, "I think it's a headache." ”

The human sword sect is naturally an upper-level sword cultivator, but in the final analysis, it is a place to be reasonable.

And hell won't.

Once there are any signs.

It's just not dying.

Nandao quietly looked at the afterglow of the town and said softly, "If there is a snow, it is actually not difficult to deal with." ”

In the Heavenly Prison of Nanyi City, the most difficult to deal with are none other than Ximen and Di Qianjun.

If the South Island had been given some more time, such a thing would not have been a big problem.

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao, but said with some sighs: "When will Uncle Shi be the first in the world." ”

This sentence is very similar to Le Chaotian's previous exclamations.

Nandao chuckled softly and said, "I don't know. ”

Although he knew that he was very fast in cultivation, there was no such thing.

What's more, there are still those who have lived for more than a thousand years.

Lu Xiaoer sat down on the side holding his sword.

The two of them watched silently at dusk.

It's a pity that there is no snow color.

Perhaps providence is also inexhaustible.

......

"If it weren't for that Lingnan Sword Cultivator and the old Sword Cultivator at the end of Zhenwei, then it might be at the foot of Zhenxi Mountain, and that winemaker Yu Qing."

The catcher in the town stood at the entrance of the alley, looked at the four heavenly prison officials in front of him, and said quite respectfully.

"Winemaker?"

Zhou Shan looked at him and asked.

"Yes." The catcher who was in charge of the west of the town on weekdays said softly, "Thirty years old, he came to the town three years ago, no one knows where he came from, after he came, he built a yard at the foot of the mountain, settled there, and later married the daughter of a family in the town, but he rarely interacted with the people in the town, and his wife came forward to sell wine on weekdays." ”

"What about the other than that?"

Zhou Shan frowned and said.

He thought about it for a long time, and then suddenly remembered something, raised his eyebrows, raised his voice, and said: "He sometimes goes to the mountains, in a mountain and stone forest, and sits there for a day, rain and snow, and he does not come back early." ”

Zhou Shan glanced back at several of his colleagues, and the three of them didn't say anything, but their expressions were a little dignified.

All four of them are cultivators of the Enlightenment Realm.

Faced with this situation, it is natural that it is not so relaxed.

Zhou Shan pondered for a while, then looked at the corpse in the alley, and said slowly: "Don't move here yet, block it well, you take us to find the winemaker." ”

Catcher nodded quickly, and then led the way in front, and the five of them headed towards the west of the town.

Walking all the way, the people along the way were very careful to avoid it, and the four of Zhou Shan didn't care.

After crossing some alleys, I finally saw the small courtyard isolated at the foot of the hill in the west of the town.

There was some cooking smoke in the yard, about the time it was cooking.

Zhou Shan and the four of them stepped forward calmly, without knocking on the door, they pushed open the door directly, and walked inside with their swords.

About the sound of the door opening, a woman of about thirty years old came out, and saw four dark robes, with an obviously unnatural expression, and stood there stunned for a while, but still pretended to be calm and saluted to the crowd.

"Are you here for something?"

Zhou Shan looked at the woman calmly, then looked at the half-hidden door behind her, and said, "What about your man?" ”

The woman was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "He has been away lately. ”

"When?"

"The day before yesterday."

"What do you do when you go out on the third day of the Lunar New Year?"

"That was years ago."

So Zhou Shan didn't ask any more.

Just quietly looked at the woman in front of her.

Such perfunctory and sincere words are naturally not necessary to ask again.

The women in the small town are naturally innocent, and this is what I have made clear to them all the way.

It was because Zhou Shan and the others did not embarrass her, and walked towards the room with their swords.

The woman didn't stop her, but walked quietly to the side, looking indifferently at the catcher on the side.

Caught up and turned his head and looked out of the courtyard.

The four of Zhou Shan searched in the house, found nothing, and went to the backyard, the backyard is backed by the green mountain, there is a small door, leading to the mountain, the yard is some wine-making places, there are many brewed wines, and there is a vat of freshly brewed wine on the side.

The stove was still burning and there were some sake lees on the strainer.

Zhou Shan frowned and looked at the appearance in the courtyard, walked back to the front yard, looked at the woman and asked, "Do you know how to make wine?" ”

The woman said very calmly, "No." ”

Zhou Shan looked away, looked at the scene in the courtyard for a while, and then looked at the catcher, and said, "Take us to the mountains to see." ”

Catcher nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The five of them walked through the backyard towards the mountains.

The woman just stood quietly in the courtyard, watching the rain dripping on the eaves for a long time, and then went back to the kitchen, where she continued to burn the fire and cook.

The mountain path after the rain is not easy to walk, but after walking for a while, a stone path leading to the mountain appears.

This is the way the people in the town go to the Lingnan Sword Sect.

It is also a certain path that the sword on the mountain will take when repaired.

The group was silent and looked around.

Those heavenly prison officials were probably also a little apprehensive in their hearts, they had never left their hands with swords, and the cultivators were also looming with a Taoist rhyme.

As for the fast catcher, he is ready to run away.

Even such a cultivator of the Enlightenment Realm simply died there, and naturally there was no need for him to resist, so he could run as long as he could.

"Is he a cultivator?"

Zhou Shan looked at the catcher on the side and asked.

Zhu Kuai thought for a while and said, "I don't know, on weekdays, the people in the town don't deal with him much, and he rarely goes out, so no one knows what his situation is." ”

Zhou Shan said calmly: "At the end of the year, the Heavenly Prison of Shanyue City received a letter, and it was precisely because of that letter that someone from the Heavenly Prison would come to patrol here. ”

When he heard this, he said sincerely: "I don't know about this. ”

Zhou Shan just said such a sentence and did not continue.

Catcher scratched his head there, not knowing what such a sentence meant.

It took a long time for everyone to come to a strange stone forest, where a path led to the depths of the stone forest, and the forest was not dark, but twilight.

Zhou Shan and the four stopped outside the forest.

"This is it, I won't go in, my lords." ”

Zhou Shan nodded, but he looked at the catcher again, and said slowly: "Do you know? ”

Catch up and think to myself, what do I know?

Zhou Shan walked towards the forest, and the voice came through the stone forest.

"The twelfth floor is an existence that can only be proven, not falsified. Now that we're here. ”

"You will see blood."

"It's either us or him."

The catcher stood silently in the twilight of the woods, saying nothing.

The four of them walked into the stone forest.

From time to time, there is some unmelted snow in the forest, which is piled up in the shade of the rocks, and there are some fallen leaves and footprints on it.

Zhou Shan pressed the sword and left, ready to attack with sword intent.

The stone forest was not long, and the four of them did not go far before they saw a man sitting on the edge of the stone forest.

The four of Zhou Shan stopped.

"Yu Qing?"

The man did not answer, but sat on the edge of a rock, quietly watching the world.

Cultivators are also human beings in the world, and if they don't want to show their cultivation, unless the realm is much higher than his, it will be difficult to distinguish sometimes.

Faced with such a scene, the four of Zhou Shan did not relax their vigilance, dispersed slightly, and looked at the man on the edge of the mountain with a solemn expression.

Zhou Shan and the four of them waited for a while, and saw that the man still didn't move, so they were about to move forward, but at this moment, the man suddenly moved.

There was a roar of swords in the forest.

It's just that this sword roar is not from the man on the side of the mountain and rock, but Zhou Shan and another sword cultivator.

The man just took out a wine jug from his arms, unplugged it, took a sip, and then said softly: "This is the wine that my father brewed many years ago, and until now, there is only this one pot." ”

Zhou Shan frowned, did not continue to move forward, nor did he put away his sword, but just stood there with a solemn expression.

The death of that colleague in the town naturally brought them enough vigilance.

After the man took a sip of wine, he didn't move, just sat there quietly, and said in a low voice, "My father died at the hands of Heavenly Hell." ”

"Maybe it's the same as me."

"I was twenty years old, and when I came home, all I saw was blood on the ground and a black-clad figure leaving in the alley. If you go to Qinghe City north of the Liuyun Mountain Range to look through the case files, you will probably be able to find traces of such an incident. ”

The man was silent for a long time.

Zhou Shan and the others did not fall into the rhythm of the man's words, but just held the sword quietly, and the vitality of heaven and earth stirred the fallen leaves and snow in the stone forest.

Whether it's true or not, Qinghe City doesn't belong to the south of the Heavenly Hell, and it's not under the jurisdiction of the Southern Dispatch Envoy, even if they really believe it, it's impossible to look through the case files there.

The man paused for a moment, then continued: "I know that the people of the town do not like me, that I am withdrawn and behave strangely, so that such things become a sign of suspicion, a crime of silence. So someone wrote a letter and sent it to Shanyue City. The little messenger in the town was a good man, and when he saw that the place of receipt was Hell, he guessed that such a thing was because of me, and he ran to me and told me to get out of here quickly. ”

The man chuckled softly, drank again, and continued: "But I didn't, and when the letter was sent, I knew that everything would fall to me in the end, because I was not a pleasant person. ”

"The world has always been in doubt, this is the law formulated by His Majesty himself, but at the same time, His Majesty has also created the other extreme."

The man turned his head and looked at the four black robes in the twilight of the stone forest.

"That's the hell where the guilty are suspected."

Zhou Shan's expressions were extremely calm.

Seeing this look, the man smiled and turned his head back, looking at the twilight, looking at the clouds, looking at the mountain snow, and looking at the small town on earth.

"Of course, I also know that the people on the twelfth floor can't be trusted—they will try their best to defend themselves, just like my dad, just like me."

"After my father's death, I studied this kind of thing for a long time, and I always thought that if one day, I was also suspected of being a person from the twelfth floor, how should I prove that I am not."

The man was silent for a moment, gulping down his wine.

"But I found that I couldn't prove it, and it was, that for a thousand years, Heavenly Hell had not found a way to distinguish the people of the world from those on the twelfth floor. Naturally, I can't do it either. ”

The man continued to drink.

He lowered his head, probably looking at the small courtyard on the edge of the town down the hill.

After looking at it for a long time, he raised his head and drank the pot of wine, threw the wine pot down, stood up, and turned to look at Zhou Shan and the four of them.

"I killed the man from prison yesterday, and I went up the mountain when I got the news that you had come to town, and I didn't answer when you asked me if I was cleaning up."

The man calmly put his hand into his arms, and something like the hilt of a sword was touched.

"I'm from the twelfth floor."

"Just like my dad."

"Hundred ......"

Before the man's words were finished, the twilight seemed to swagger.

It was as if a thin curtain shook the sun before his eyes.

A sword had stabbed into his chest without hindrance.

The man slumped back and sat down, looking at the long sword wrapped in sword intent stuck in his heart.

"The man on the twelfth floor who can't argue."

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood, calmly finished the sentence, and then smiled contemptuously, and drew the sword from his bosom.

A more dense web of sword intent and Dao Yun fell, passing through the man's body extremely quickly.

His gaze went out, and he held a sword hilt in his hand, only one of which was very worn-out, perhaps a broken sword abandoned by a sword cultivator in the mountains.

Probably that's the irony of this story.

Zhou Shan stood there in silence, raised his hand to withdraw his sword, and sent it into the sheath.

I probably suddenly understood the laziness of the woman in the courtyard.

"I know you don't have to."

Zhou Shan turned and left.

"But what if?"

None of the four said anything more.

Turned around and left the place.

There is suspicion of guilt.

This is the cruelest part of Hell.

......

The South Island heard this story from a townsman watching from a distance on the side of the mountain just as it was about to fall at night.

The world is a story that is heard.

The man seemed to be very emotional.

Ran to ask for a jug of wine and told the story in the inn.

However, when someone asked who sent such a letter, there was no answer.

The people were silent in unison.

That tacit understanding probably also shows one thing, maybe everyone has such a possibility.

As for Yu Qing, whether he is a person on the twelfth floor or not.

This is an inexplicable truth.

Nandao sat quietly on the second floor and drank without any sighs.

He was a person on the twelfth floor, so he naturally knew what was in it better.

If the Heavenly Hell is crazy, it is also driven crazy by the people on the twelfth floor.

If the person on the twelfth floor is crazy, then to a large extent, he is also driven crazy by the Heavenly Hell.

The two complement each other.

It's just that there is still a problem in such a short story.

"That person from heaven, did he clean up and kill?"

Someone asked such a question.

So someone also answered such a question.

"It's not."

The man came from outside the inn.

"I killed it."