As if she had heard something, the woman in Tsing Yi suddenly raised her head and looked towards the sky.

And at the same time.

The old sword cultivator at the gate of the small courtyard also changed his expression.

Raising his hand like a sword, he slashed several horizontally and vertically in the sky.

There is a sword intent like a swimming dragon, turning into a long sword, and carving several sword marks in the sky, like a mouth shape.

There is a sword dragging the sword intent cold light falling from the high sky, and its momentum is immense.

The woman in Tsing Yi also changed her look.

However, the sword did not end up in the town.

Then he was locked in the sword marks of the old sword cultivator.

Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.

Lock Qingqiu.

It was originally the art of Taoism, and after thousands of years, it was used by the sword cultivator to make the technique of trapping.

Old Jian Xiu lowered his head, looked at the young man, and said with a sigh, "You can continue to go north." ”

Nandao stood under the umbrella, raised his hand to recall the three swords, bowed to the old sword, and said softly: "Thank you." ”

Old Jian Xiu just waved his hand calmly, turned around and walked into the courtyard, leaving only the woman in Tsing Yi still standing on the street with her sword in her hand, looking up at the sky.

......

Anything that falls from a great height is destructive.

Therefore, Kamigawa's law clearly states that it is forbidden to throw objects from high altitudes.

......

When Lu Xiaoer came back breathless, Nan Dao was already sitting on the steps at the door of the restaurant waiting for him.

The little boy looked at the smile on Nandao's face and ran over in surprise.

"Uncle Shi, did you win? How to win? ”

This question made Nandao, who originally wanted to ask Lu Xiaoer, think of standing on the high mountain and throwing the sword down, stunned.

Lu Xiaoer saw the sword beside Nandao on the side, and was shocked.

"Uncle Shi, did you pick up my sword back?"

Nandao was silent for a while, looked at Lu Xiaoer and asked, "What happened to you on the mountain." ”

Lu Xiaoer scratched his head and said, "I originally planned to use the sword intent to resist the sword, and then throw the snow in the mountains down the mountain little by little, isn't that what the grass is firefly senior did." As a result, the sword flew too far and fell with the snow. By the time I could react, the sword was gone. I pronounced its name, but it didn't respond, and then even the sword intent sense was broken. ”

Nandao finally understood the story of the green hills outside the town.

Lu Xiaoer's sword was too far away, just seeing the mountain realm, the little boy who had not yet entered the white-clothed realm, it was naturally impossible to withdraw his sword, unless the Xiwu sword returned to the sword lake where the grass was fireflies.

And it was at that time that the South Island saw it.

thought that this was Lu Xiaoer's wonderful handiwork, so he naturally took over the control of the sword.

The Sword Summoning Technique of the Tianya Sword Sect would have given the sword that had undergone the baptism of the Sword Lake an extremely fast speed.

In addition, when it fell from a high altitude and fell into the town, it naturally had a strong impact.

It was the old sword cultivator who had been watching from the sidelines that he had to take the sword.

Just like the article is a good hand.

Such a coincidental story also allowed Nandao to win the battle.

Lu Xiaoer finished telling his story, and looked at Nandao curiously.

"So how did Uncle Shi win?"

Nandao thought for a moment and said very succinctly, "I saw your sword and caught it. I won. ”

Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.

"That's it?"

Nandao sighed and said, "That's it. ”

Lu Xiaoer took back his sword, covered his sword intent again, stayed there for a long time, and then said in amazement: "Then have we found a new sword style?" ”

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "Probably?" ”

Not necessarily.

After all, a certain whimsical ancestor of the Tianya Sword Sect thousands of years ago had such an idea, and only then did today's Tianya Sword Sect exist.

Lu Xiaoer stood at the door for a while, but his stomach began to growl.

Although cultivators don't need to eat, it is based on the abundance of heaven and earth vitality in their bodies.

The little boy just saw the mountain realm, and he was the sword intent of the imperial envoy, and he was running around, so he naturally got hungry.

Fortunately, the South Island has long been prepared.

At this time, the hot pot has already been boiled a few times.

Nandao had already added water twice, and at this time, he heard the voice in the little boy's stomach, but he also smiled and said, "The hot pot is already cooked, let's eat first." ”

Lu Xiaoer nodded.

If Lu Xiaosan is here with his head, he will probably follow up and say a few words, Uncle Shi is too handsome.

But Lu Xiaosan is not here, and Lu Xiaoer is naturally not like this.

The two of them went upstairs, still in the same position as the day before.

Lu Xiaoer sat by the window, looking at the tumbling red soup in the copper stove hot pot, and sighed.

"Two hot pots in three days, what kind of fairy day is this?"

Nandao smiled softly and said, "I have to thank you Uncle Le." ”

Lu Xiaoer also laughed, and bowed to Lingnan very reverently.

"Thank you, Uncle Le."

Regarding the conversation by the small white waterfall after Nandao left, Lu Xiaoer naturally never mentioned it.

It's just that the two of them haven't started to move their chopsticks yet, and there are footsteps in this very cold restaurant.

Lu Xiaoer held the chopsticks in one hand and looked over there on the other, but after just a glance, he put down the chopsticks and held the sword that was placed aside.

Looking at people with cold eyes, it is probably what the little boy looks like now.

Lu Xiaoer's attitude towards his uncle and his attitude towards outsiders are probably very clear.

It's just that the little boy is cold-eyed or blue-eyed.

The woman in Tsing Yi naturally didn't care, just looked at the sword in Lu Xiao's second-hand hand, and then looked at Nandao, and didn't say anything.

walked straight to the table and sat down, looked at a pot of red soup, and said very naturally: "Replace it with a mandarin duck pot." ”

Nandao said calmly: "Why? ”

The woman in Tsing Yi was also calm: "I want to eat it too." ”

The shopkeeper heard the movement upstairs, for fear that the two would fight again, so he hurriedly ran up, saw this scene, and said very politely: "I'll prepare another pot for you." ”

The woman in Tsing Yi is very persistent.

"That's it."

Nandao just looked at her quietly, and Lu Xiaoer naturally didn't have a good face.

It's just that Nandao finally looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Change it." ”

The process of waiting for the hot pot to come up again was very quiet.

The sound of the world is not noisy from time to time.

"I'm interested in that sword."

When Lu Xiaoer heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Call me senior brother, I can teach you." ”

The woman in Tsing Yi looked at the little boy on the side, and then looked at Nandao.

"Your junior brother?"

Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer across the table, but smiled and said, "My nephew." ”

The atmosphere at the table was probably not very pleasant.

In Lu Xiaoer's simple words, there was actually a lot of insult.

The little boy and the woman in Tsing Yi naturally have no grievances, but they probably can't get along with their uncle, that is, they can't get along with themselves.

Although in the end the South Island still passed.

But such an open net is not what this woman meant.

It's the meaning of the old sword cultivator who didn't choose to make a move.

It's just that the woman in Tsing Yi did lose to Nandao in the end, so she didn't have any idea of dealing with Lu Xiaoer.

It's a tiring thing to worry about everything.

"But in the end, he is the heir of those swordsmanship." Nandao added lightly, "I was able to summon the sword, but it was just some accident. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi frowned, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Which Sword Sect in Lingnan are you?" ”

Lu Xiaoer sat by the window, raised his sword and said proudly: "The Little White Sword Sect is also the Tianya Sword Sect. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi thought for a long time, then looked at the pride on the little boy's face, and said sarcastically: "The former is unheard of, and the latter has heard of some, but it is not a good reputation." ”

Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, probably understanding that the woman in Tsing Yi was telling the truth, and she didn't have the same look as before, but lowered her head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "You will hear it in the future." ”

Such a sentence made the woman in Tsing Yi look at the little boy's expression changed a little, but she didn't say anything sarcastic, just said slowly: "Okay." ”

It's just that he remembered something again, looked at Nan Dao and said, "So that sword is the swordsmanship of the Tianya Sword Sect?" ”

This is a sentence that Nandao silently recited in his heart when he summoned Xiwu Sword, and only then was it guessed by the woman in Tsing Yi.

Nandao whispered, "Yes." ”

The woman in Tsing Yi looked out the window, looked at those clouds and green mountains, and muttered, "It turns out that the story of the Tianya Sword Sect is true. ”

As a declining Sword Sect, the Tianya Sword Sect is located to the west of the Lingnan Sword Sect, and there have been no famous big names, and there have not been many disciples in the past thousand years.

It's just that the reputation of such a sword sect is sometimes better than that of those sword sects of the Amazing Sword Sect.

It's because of what is called stupidity.

It's just that although it has been ridiculed for thousands of years, I have to admit that there is naturally some truth in it.

In the Hanging Xue Courtyard, there is a preliminary solution to the sword path of the Tianya Sword Sect.

Nandao said slowly: "Nature is true. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi quietly looked at the green mountains outside the window for a long time, then turned around, looked at Nandao and said, "It's not okay to call him senior brother, it's okay to call you senior brother." ”

This statement is very sincere.

The South Island is equally sincere.

"It's not okay to call me senior brother."

The woman in Tsing Yi frowned and said, "Why? ”

Nan Dao looked at the woman in Tsing Yi and said, "I don't have a good relationship with the Human Sword Sect recently. ”

"I'm not from the Human Sword Sect."

"Your sword is."

The woman in Tsing Yi said calmly: "My sword has been broken. ”

Nan Dao glanced at the woman in Tsing Yi in surprise.

"The sword you cut is my sword."

Naturally, Nandao did not believe this.

Such a sword is not even as good as his own peach blossom sword, and a sword cultivator of the Qinglian Realm naturally cannot use such a sword.

The three of them were talking, and the second child in the restaurant had already changed a mandarin duck pot.

Seeing a few people sitting there quietly, he breathed a sigh of relief and put the hot pot on the table.

Nandao stretched out his hand to help move the dishes on the table to make room for the hot pot, and said, "Let's eat first, Xiao Er is hungry." ”

Xiao Er on the side was stunned, pointed to himself and said, "Do I want to sit down and eat too?" ”

The scene was extremely silent for a while.

After a moment, the little boy pointed to himself and said, "My name is Lu Xiaoer." ”

Xiao Er said embarrassedly: "Ah, that's it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

Lu Xiaoer said very politely: "It's okay. ”

The three of them didn't say anything more, probably they were indeed a little hungry, and began to eat dishes and hot pot.

The woman in Tsing Yi really only eats what is in the soup pot on that side.

But Nandao didn't ask anything, after all, he hung his throat there early in the morning, and naturally he didn't like to eat irritating things.

"My name is Chu Yuan, you can call me Senior Sister Chu."

The woman in Tsing Yi took a bite of tender tofu and said very calmly.

When Lu Xiaoer heard this, he subconsciously looked down at the woman's waist, which was probably very thin.

Nandao didn't understand what this meant, and just took care of his balls by himself.

"I don't agree."

"It's okay." The young woman named Chu Waist said calmly, "After eating the hot pot, I will go to Lingnan, since you are not the sect master, naturally it doesn't count." ”

Lu Xiaoer said slowly: "He said that he is better than anyone else. ”

Chu Waist was silent for a while, and then said, "Does Lingnan really value you so much? ”

Nandao didn't answer this sentence, but just responded to the previous sentence and said, "Whatever you want." ”

The three of them didn't say anything more and ate the hot pot quietly.

It took a long time before Nan Dao remembered yesterday's incident, looked at Chu Yuan and asked, "Why did you kill that Heavenly Prison Officer?" ”

Chu Yuan raised his head, looked at Nandao and said, "Do you think I killed the person at the foot of the mountain?" ”

Nandao didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Chu Waist continued to eat the hot pot, the soup in the pot was clear, with some milky white, maybe pork bone broth. On the other side, the red oil is rolling, and it is very warm.

But the world is naturally not as clear as such a mandarin duck pot.

For Hell, many things are even more chaotic.

"He was going to die at the hands of that jailer the night before yesterday."

Chu Yuan said calmly: "Someone in the town sent a letter to the Heavenly Hell, and he also knew about it, so he tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep all night, so the people from the Heavenly Prison planned to look for it. ”

Chu lowered his head and took a small bite of a piece of meat fished out of the pot.

"So I looked for it, too."

That's probably how the story goes.

So why?

Chu Waist said quietly while eating.

......

"Do you think such a person would be someone on the twelfth floor?"

Chu stood on the roof of the town with his sword in his arms, looked at the black-robed heavenly prison official who stopped on the street west of the town, and asked with a sneer.

The two of them were in a position where they could see the courtyard.

There are still lights under the eaves in the courtyard.

Someone sat on the steps under the eaves, looking at a mountain of night rain in a daze.

The unknown heavenly jailer just lowered his umbrella sideways, looked up at the woman who followed him on the ridge, and said calmly, "What if he is?" ”

Chu Yin said coldly: "Yes, so what? ”

The Heavenly Jailer pressed his sword and said calmly, "Yes, that's a madman. Maybe not now, but it will be in the future. The twelfth floor has been a thousand years, and I have never heard of anyone who has really become a so-called immortal. Even people like Bai Fengyu did not cross the gate of heaven. Who do you think in the world can? ”

Bai Fengyu and Qingtian Dao are a story from a hundred years ago, and they have long been forgotten by the world, but for the people of Heavenly Hell, this is something that is difficult to forget.

People like Bai Fengyu have come to that time, and there are Qingtian Dao and several proud protégés behind him, such an existence is naturally something that it is difficult for Heavenly Hell to interfere into.

But that doesn't mean that hell is indifferent.

They're just waiting.

Chu Yuan looked at him quietly.

The people of hell are naturally incomprehensible to the world.

There are very few judgments in the world that are suspicious of guilt.

The last such story was the fourth emperor of Huai'an, Li Asan's questioning of the demon clan.

once forced the demon clan of the world to rebel

"I killed the world by mistake and killed a good person by mistake, and this will not be a dereliction of duty." The Heavenly Jailer said very calmly. "Huaidu Heavenly Prison will issue a fixed quota of manslaughter to each city Heavenly Prison every year."

Chu Yang looked at the heavenly jailer with an indifferent expression.

The latter said in great silence: "If he really becomes a madman in the future, it will be my dereliction of duty." ”

Manslaughter quota, this is an extremely secretive thing that cannot be openly told to the world about the cruelty.

Heavenly Hell naturally knows very well how many people he kills by mistake every year.

Chu Yi just looked at it with a cold expression and held the sword in his hand.

And the heavenly jailer probably didn't have the idea of talking too much, pressed his sword, and walked towards that side in the rainy night.

And the sword was unsheathed.

.....

Chu Waist calmly finished telling the story.

Nandao listened to the story calmly, and then ate the hot pot.

Chu raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't believe it? ”

Nandao said calmly: "Of course I don't believe it. ”

Even Lu Xiaoer didn't believe it, but the little boy was shocked by what Chu Yuan said, so naturally he didn't question it.

There are glaring omissions in this story.

"The place where the jailer died was not right."

Nandao said softly, "And he died by his own sword." ”

Chu Yuan said lightly: "I thought you asked about this matter, probably because you wanted to hear such a story." ”

Minamijima put down his chopsticks, picked up the wine on the table, poured himself a glass, and looked out the window as he drank.

"Yes, it's a story that is indignant but also enjoyable."

Nan Dao turned his head, looked at Chu Yuan, and said softly: "But I don't care about such a thing, I just think such a story is very strange." ”

"If the people on the twelfth floor want to disguise themselves, they have to learn to tell a lot of lies."

"I think there must be people from Hell in the town."

Nanjima quietly looked at the hot pot in front of him.

"If it wasn't the man who died in the mountains, maybe it was you—you said you killed that man."

If no one is anybody.

Then it was killed by itself.

If it makes sense, it may not be true.

What can stir people's hearts is not necessarily a tragedy with real feelings.

It could also be an elaborate fabricated lie.

The truth of some stories is naturally true, just like one of the complicated case files of the Heavenly Hell in Qinghe City that Yu Qing said.

It's just that probably the people from the Heavenly Hell of Mountain Moon City won't look at it.

The world will not delve into it.

The story of the twelfth floor is confusing, and it's hard to find some real answers.

Just like the Heavenly Hell of Nanyi City, I still don't remember that they have sent people to a place called Nanke Town countless times in the past ten years.

Nan Dao and Chu Yin looked at each other quietly for a long time, and in the end, no one said anything, just lowered their heads and ate hot pot.