The two sat by the window and looked at each other for a long time.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, but it seems that it has not been long.

However, the sky outside gradually became gloomy after the morning dissipated, and some fine raindrops began to drip.

The sound of knocking on the eaves of the long street is very subtle, especially in the long street where many footsteps have been walked.

It's just that both of them seem to have heard the sound of dripping rain.

So they all turned their heads and looked over.

Huaidu rain is naturally not as quiet and ethereal as Meixi rain, on the contrary, in the prosperous and warm world, it is set off a little gloomy.

Zhu Congwen thought that the Qingtian Daoist in front of him, who didn't know who it was, was thinking about those veins, but in fact, this Daoist just suddenly remembered a certain stream outside the town at the foot of Qingtian Dao Mountain.

Maybe there is a wooden house with flower seeds hanging by the window, and a girl like Bai Mei in a floral dress.

Mei Xiyu subconsciously forgot about the girl in Huaidu who had seen that small town.

It was only after a long time that this Dao stood up and said softly, "Of course I know that it has nothing to do with you. ”

The Huaidu Military Department Shangshu died in the alley in such a hurry, naturally it was impossible for a scholar to do something.

Zhu Congwen looked at the Taoist and waited for his next words.

Mei Xiyu looked at the gradually overcast rain, looked down at the scholar again, and said slowly: "But before the truth comes out, anyone can be suspected. ”

"Even though someone has seen who was there yesterday."

Zhu Congwen thought of the young man with the umbrella Jian Xiu, was silent for a long time, and said, "Is it a teenager?" ”

Mei Xiyu looked at the scholar noncommittally.

Zhu Congwen hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "A young man once came here to eat a bowl of noodles the day before yesterday. Yesterday I saw him as if he was going that way. ”

Mei Xiyu said softly: "It's just that such a young man who is said to have just come to Huaidu, how can he find the location of the military department book in such a short time?" ”

Only then did Zhu Congwen realize that the Taoist in front of him actually knew a lot.

Of course, Mei Xiyu knows a lot.

On the way here, this Taoist actually met another person.

Liu Qinghe, the Heavenly Prison Master with the name of the White Ape.

Zhu Congwen was silent for a long time, and then said sincerely: "This also has nothing to do with me. ”

Even if Zhu Congwen guessed what such a teenager was going to do yesterday, it was just a speculation after all.

Mei Xiyu just looked at the scholar for a long time, and then said slowly: "After he finished eating that bowl of noodles, where did he go, do you know?" ”

Zhu Congwen shook his head.

This Taoist from Qingtian Dao didn't say anything, glanced at the rain curtain outside the window, and walked out of the noodle shop.

Zhu Congwen sat by the window and stretched out his head to watch.

Mei Xiyu stood on the side of the street, looked at the rain for a long time, and then seemed to say something shocking, so that a passer-by who was hiding from the rain on the street showed a very strange look.

The Taoist walked into the rain, walked towards a hanging street somewhere, and gradually disappeared into this place.

Zhu Congwen looked at the passer-by with a surprised face and asked.

"What did that Taoist just say?"

The passer-by turned his head, looked at Zhu Congwen, and said with amazement and admiration: "He said Liu Qinghe, I fuck your mother." ”

So the amazement is because I can hear such words from the mouth of the Taoist.

Admired because the Taoist dared to Liu Qinghe.

Zhu Congwen sat there silently.

After a long time, this scholar always felt that something was not right.

Zhu Congwen sat there and thought about it for a long time, before he finally realized that something was wrong.

Today's Huaidu is not operating.

Now, it should also be the time for the demon to rule.

But everything was quietly drenched in the rain, and there was no movement.

Probably many people are also aware of such a problem, and they are very dazed and look up at those Huaidu who are still in the rule of Maochen Heavenly Hell.

Zhu Congwen watched by the window for a long time, and then he saw some heavenly prison officials wearing gold-patterned black robes appear on the street. Although Mao Chen is the rule of the Heavenly Prison, it is just that those Heavenly Prison Officials have never been like the Wu Guard, patrolling around the world from time to time.

Perhaps they also realized that their black robe was an extremely depressing existence for the world, and they occasionally appeared on the streets of Huaidu, and they also left in a hurry.

What's more, the Heavenly Hell itself rarely cares about human affairs.

The matter of the twelfth floor is, of course, a matter that belongs to the cultivation world.

It wasn't until he saw the black-robed people who appeared in the human world that the scholar realized something was wrong - the Heavenly Hell seemed to be extremely powerful in controlling the entire Huai.

Such a thing as the death of the military department Shangshu on the street has naturally not been a trivial matter since ancient times.

The scholar looked at the black umbrellas and black robes in the rain in silence.

Maybe I'll be approached by some people.

......

Liu Qinghe stood on a hanging street in the drizzle of Huaidu.

This hanging street is very familiar, and it is about the location where Liu Qinghe stood when such a capital city first fell into the description.

At that time, there was a sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect standing in front of the Shangshu Mansion of the Military Department, and after talking to an old man, he turned his head and saw the tall black-robed man standing on the hanging street.

Chen Huaifeng is already very tall, but Liu Qinghe is even taller than him.

About this to live up to the name of the willow white ape.

With a smile on his face, the Heavenly Prison Master stood under the umbrella and quietly looked at the door of the mansion with white silk on it.

Maybe he was thinking about the sword cultivator he saw at the beginning.

Maybe he was thinking about the old man standing at the door - in fact, he was not an old man, but if he really said it, Liu Qinghe was much older than Li Chenghe.

It is even possible that Liu Qinghe has also seen a certain wife and grandfather of that old man.

It's just that there are some things that naturally can't be counted like this.

After the demon clan appeared in the world, the world realized that time is not a criterion for judging old age, but whether physical functions have begun to decay.

Therefore, if someone has been weak since childhood, began to decay at the age of eighteen, and died at the age of twenty, then the age of eighteen can naturally be described as the twilight of the year.

In life, length is not an important thing, but whether it is strong or not, whether it is the body or the soul.

After a long time, the tall black-robed man standing there restrained his expression, and instead took on some rather embarrassing sadness.

Near Li Chenghe's mansion, the ten-mile-long street was all blocked by the Heavenly Prison.

The streets and alleys were empty.

However, in the empty long street, there is a very conspicuous white in the rain.

Liu Qinghe turned his head to look there.

The doorman, who was judged to be too young by the world, was walking up the street with a small blue umbrella.

"Today's reign seems to be extraordinarily long."

The sound of water in the bottle is also very young, a little bewitching young.

Liu Qinghe turned his head, smiled slightly, and said: "The Tiangong Division inspected some time ago and found that there were some problems with the operation of Huaidu. ”

The water stopped beside Liu Qinghe in the bottle, and he also looked at the mansion with white silk.

"When was Master Li killed?"

Liu Qinghe turned his head and quietly looked at the white-clothed demon under the green umbrella, still smiling slightly and said, "When it was time, it was time yesterday." ”

"After getting the news, Heavenly Hell rushed here as soon as possible."

Liu Qinghe said slowly, looking up at a certain alley not far away - that alley is very bright today, even if it is drizzling today and the sky is gloomy, it still looks very transparent.

It's just that yesterday wasn't like that.

Yesterday's alley sank at the bottom of Huaidu, and those hanging high-rise buildings like green mountains intercepted most of the twilight and lights, so the alley was dim.

There were still some heavenly prison officials in the alley, checking the surrounding traces.

It's just that there probably won't be anything to be found—"A sword seals the throat." ”

Liu Qinghe confided in these four words lightly.

"It should also be sealed with a sword. There is a remnant of sword intent in the alley, which means that this is a sword cultivation. If a sword cultivator kills a person whose body is decaying, if there will be many traces left, then such a sword cultivator is probably indeed unqualified, and the mud can't support the wall. ”

Shui Zaihua stood aside and looked at Liu Qinghe quietly, because such a big demon was too tall, so that the waiter had to raise his head slightly.

"What do you think?"

Liu Qinghe turned his head.

The two looked at each other.

Such a picture is somewhat like the origin of the name Liu Bai Ape - the tall man in a black robe, standing on the street and quietly looking at a weak white flower.

Shui Zaiju smiled softly, turned his head, looked at the drizzle of Huaidu and said, "Yes." ”

Liu Qinghe looked up at the world and said softly, "Before and after Lord Li was killed, someone once saw a certain young sword cultivator appear here. Hell is looking for such a teenager. ”

Shui Zaihuan said calmly: "If you can find the murderer early, it will naturally be a good thing." ”

Liu Qinghe said slowly: "But Huaidu is too big, and sometimes if some people insist on hiding it, it is actually difficult to find. ”

Shui Zaiju's eyes narrowed, and he turned his head to look at the Heavenly Prison Master again.

The latter still had the usual smile on his face.

"Therefore, the maintenance of the bottom layer of Huaidu by the Tiangong Division is probably much longer than what the water master thought."

Liu Qinghe stretched out his hand and wiped the rain that hung on the guardrail of the hanging street very smoothly - in the past Huaidu, if the world looked closely, they would always find that the rain had some slight trembling.

But not today.

The mighty city calmed down.

"After all, an unpredictable Huaidu is a great obstacle to such a search."

Liu Qinghe looked at the rain on his fingers and laughed softly: "Lord Shui has worked hard for the affairs of the world for the past year, and he has to take into account the governance of the afternoon. It's just the right time to take a good rest. ”

Shui Zaihua looked at Liu Qinghe quietly and did not speak.

So the man, who looked down on the white flowers like a great ape, smiled and said, "Of course, this is just Qinghe's wishful thinking, if Lord Shui is really worried about the world, he can also divide and rule Huaidu with Heavenly Hell." ”

The white ape peeps at the flowers, probably infinitely gentle.

Liu Qinghe's smile was gentle, and his tone was gentle, but the meaning in his words was not very gentle.

Most of the time, Hell does not interfere in human affairs.

It's just that sometimes, there are times when there are exceptions.

Perhaps those exceptions have been silent for too long, and the world will sometimes forget that the predecessor of Heavenly Hell was the Ghost Suppression Division that supervised the ghosts in the hearts of the world for Emperor Huai'an.

Shui Zaiju looked at Liu Qinghe for a long time, then turned his head and said calmly: "The prison master can decide." ”

Liu Qinghe still smiled slightly and didn't say anything more.

Shui Zaihuan looked at the mansion with a faint crying sound for a long time, and there was some sadness in his expression that seemed to be moved, he lowered his head and said softly: "Lord Shangshu has done his duty for the world, but now he has suffered from this violence, and I hope that the Heavenly Prison can track down the murderer as soon as possible, so as to show the spirit of Lord in the sky." ”

Liu Qinghe quietly looked at the man in white under the green umbrella.

"That's how it should be."

The two stood quietly for a long time, and Liu Qinghe looked up at the alley that stopped on the hanging street.

"Speaking ....."

Liu Qinghe said softly.

"Actually, I was very hesitant about one thing."

Shui Zaihe looked at Liu Qinghe in the bottle and said slowly, "What's the matter with the prison master?" ”

Liu Qinghe said softly: "I went there to see it before, the story in the alley is about extremely brief, the murderous sword cultivation came and went in a hurry, and nothing was left, only some sword intent remained. ”

Shui raised his eyebrows in the bottle and said, "How can you hesitate about this?" ”

Liu Qinghe railed and sighed.

"The problem lies in those sword intents."

Shui Zaihuan looked at Liu Qinghe quietly and said, "How is the sword intent?" ”

"The sword intent is the sword intent of the sword cliff."

There was a brief silence on the hanging street.

After a while, Liu Qinghe continued: "I heard that there is a young sword cultivator in the East China Sea this year who is very brilliant, he climbed the cliff for a few days and did not return, and after going down the cliff, he fought three five realm sword cultivation in the snow realm without defeat, and there is a new generation of three swords in the world. ”

The water in the bottle did not speak.

Liu Qinghe said slowly: "It is said that the young man originally came from the Lingnan Sword Sect and finally headed north. Perhaps the young sword cultivator that the people of Huaidu saw was him. ”

This golden-striped black-robed Heavenly Hell Lord spoke far away, and he didn't take it back until the end.

Shui Zaihua looked at Liu Qinghe quietly and said, "What does the prison master mean by this?" ”

Liu Qinghe sighed and said, "The Lingnan Sword Sect has fallen. So a lot of things can be smoothly connected in series. A young man from the Lingnan Sword Sect, with the sword intent of the sword cliff, before he could go back to report the good news, he was shocked to hear that Lingnan had fallen, so he came angrily - the matter of Lingnan lies in the sluggishness of the military order of the military department. So at dusk yesterday, the young man came with a sword, and slashed with a sword. ”

Shui Zaiju said calmly, "Sounds like a very happy story." ”

Liu Qinghe said with the same agreement: "That's true, it's just ......"

Liu Qinghe paused, and then the meaning of his words changed.

"But if that's the case, that's what makes me hesitate the most about a story like this."

The water in the bottle said slowly: "Why? ”

"Shangshu Mansion is north of Huaidu, the young man entered the city from the east gate, a person who is completely unfamiliar with Huaidu, walking in such a place, like ants building trees, blank but do not know where it is."

Liu Qinghe said softly: "How was he able to find the location of the Huaidu Military Department Shangshu so quickly and accurately? ”

Standing in the rain in the bottle, the water said calmly: "If you and I are blessed, why can this rain fall on your umbrella so accurately?" ”

Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "Because they are lucky." ”

Shui Zaiju lowered his head, smiled softly, and said, "So maybe that boy is really lucky." ”

Liu Qinghe quietly looked at the water in the bottle for a long time, then turned his head and said slowly: "Maybe it's true." ”

The two of them didn't say anything more, and stood together on this lonely hanging street with an umbrella, looking at the streets and alleys that were silent in the rain.

About the rule of Hell, it is indeed going to stop in the world for a long time, and perhaps the water that came for this reason did not continue to linger in the bottle.

The war in the south is still raging, and Kamigawa has not moved, so such a waiter is probably really busy.

So he said goodbye to Liu Qinghe, a person outside the court, very calmly.

Liu Qinghe stood quietly on the hanging street and looked at the figure in the distance.

It took a long time before another Taoist came.

It was Mei Xiyu who left from that noodle shop.

The latter is naturally reluctant.

It's just that he was placed in such a place by Heavenly Hell, so he naturally had to walk in such a story.

"The water is in the bottle, and I know that the military department will die early in the morning."

Mei Xiyu said slowly.

This Heavenly Prison Master just watched the figure of the water leaving in the bottle for a long time, and then looked at the Taoist who always seemed to be scolding his mother, and said with a slight smile: "This is what it should be." ”

About for Liu Qinghe, if the water is in the bottle and doesn't know, that's what shouldn't be done.

"In other words, in fact, everyone knows that our Lord in the Servant is the biggest undercurrent in Huaidu."

Liu Qinghe said softly: "It's just that, what's the use? ”

The Heavenly Prison Master looked up at the rain that fell on the world very calmly.

Spring has passed.

It's just that this man is probably still thinking about the gentle rain that occasionally comes in spring.

"How to make such a story end like a spring breeze and rain is the most important thing."

Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "The great demon in the world can naturally die like the world." ”

Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Yes, it's just that Your Majesty is not in Huaidu and dies violently in the service, and Your Majesty dies violently in Huaidu, it is different after all." ”

Mei Xiyu looked at Liu Qinghe thoughtfully, and then frowned and said, "So what am I?" ”

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.

"You're a thorn, Mei Xiyu."

One came from the Qingtian Dao, and was driven by the Heavenly Hell, and pierced the thorn in the heart of the bottle.

Or maybe they didn't get into it in the first place.

It's just that.

"If someone's thorn dangles in front of your eyes."

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.

"And you are a person with a guilty conscience, so sometimes when you are depressed, you will suddenly have a bad illness."

The Heavenly Prison Master turned his head to look at the white figure that was gone.

"So you see."

"He's actually in a bit of a hurry."