The sunset shines like water.

Xu Chunhua, who had been in the restaurant for a day, looked around and walked on the stagnant long streets of Huaidu.

Huaidu has stagnated.

But there is no one in the world.

People hurriedly stepped on the twilight in the gradually sparse rain in the south of the city, walked on the hanging streets everywhere, left their shadows, and were cut off by the tall buildings that stood coldly in the clouds and water, and disappeared on the stone slabs.

"The reaction of the Heavenly Hell is really fast, the Wuwei doesn't have such a speed."

"It's almost useless, it's been a day, and there's still no news at all."

"In other words, the Wuwei who has never dealt well with the Heavenly Prison really let the Heavenly Prison hold Huaidu this time?"

"Who knows, but Heavenly Hell is really strong this time."

“......”

The people who occasionally stopped on the side of the road were also like Xu Chunhua, looking at the black-robed people walking in the world, talking there.

And not very quiet.

Unlike the Guardian, the Heavenly Hell probably doesn't bother with such things.

Xu Chunhua glanced at the few people who were talking over there, lowered her head again, frowned slightly, and thought about the heavenly prison official she saw today.

The small-town girl still didn't quite understand why the Heavenly Prison Guard was doing such a strange thing.

They didn't look like they really wanted to catch such a teenager.

Could it be that the death of the Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War is actually related to the Heavenly Prison?

Xu Chunhua didn't know anything, so she could only guess wildly.

When I returned to the alley, I didn't see such a teenager today. The alleyway was sprinkled with a clean twilight, as if nothing had happened.

Xu Chunhua stood there and watched for a long time, then sighed and walked into the courtyard.

She really didn't know where the boy had gone.

When standing in the courtyard and looking at the grinding stone that still had some stone mud, Xu Chunhua also thought seriously, maybe the young man was indeed wronged.

The matter of sharpening the sword can naturally calm people's minds.

When the boy came back yesterday, it was as if he hadn't done anything.

There was no smell of blood on his body, and the light shining on the sword was clean.

In other words, if the boy really did something like that, where would he come back to such an alley?

Xu Chunhua seemed to have figured out a lot of things, and sat down in the courtyard, but suddenly became a little more worried about the young man who was missing.

Even if a teenager can really carry a sword through the clouds, he is only a teenager after all.

If you don't deceive the young in the world, how can you just be in the cultivation world?

Many things are stories and truths in the world.

Xu Chunhua sat in the courtyard for a while, probably a little relieved, looked at the sky that was about to end, stood up, re-held the umbrella and walked out of the courtyard.

There is a person named Li Qinghua who has been waiting for someone.

And this one called Xu Chunhua seems to be looking for someone all the time.

......

Just like Zhu Congwen thought.

After the person from Qingtian Dao left, some people came one after another and interrogated such a scholar.

Most of them are from the Heavenly Prison, and of course there are also people from the Criminal Department and Dali Temple.

Although the scholar said frustrating words to Gu Xiaoer, he was naturally very clear that if he could not get involved, it would be better not to get involved.

If it weren't for the Taoist named Mei Xiyu who realized a lot of things from one of the scholar's words, the scholar probably wouldn't have said so many things.

Legalism comes from Taoism, and Taoists are naturally more perceptive sometimes.

The scholar spent an afternoon coping with the noodle shop, and it was not until the last group of heavenly jailers left the place that the scholar was finally able to rest.

Gu Xiaoer and the others had been carefully pretending to wipe the table beside them, listening to those interrogations.

Finally, when the people from the heavenly prison walked away in the night outside the window, and were about to come forward to ask Zhu Congwen, the curtain of the noodle restaurant was lifted again.

It was a teenager who came in.

The boy who walked in at night still had the smell of rain from the north.

How do people sometimes describe Huaidu as large?

For example, the south of the city is drizzling, but the north of the city is like a waterfall.

Naturally, such a picture will appear from time to time.

The smell of rain on the young man's body carried a little chill, so he opened the curtain and walked in, where he looked at the few little ones who wanted to do and stop talking for a while, and then said slowly: "Come to a bowl of spicy oil noodles." ”

A crowd of people went in a hurry.

Zhu Congwen was about to stand up, but Nandao sat down directly at the table in front of him.

The scholar glanced at the boy silently, but he didn't move again, just sat there honestly.

Nandao didn't say anything, didn't do anything, as if he had just found a random table to sit down.

The boy didn't sit at the opposite table, and if it was a game, then the boy probably sat in the scholar's house.

Zhu Congwen looked at the rain that was dripping on his body on the edge of the umbrella, hesitated for a while, stood up again, and said, "I'll help you get a clean cloth and wipe the umbrella." ”

Nandao glanced up at the edge of his umbrella, thought for a moment, and said, "Thank you." ”

Zhu Congwen went to the back kitchen, found a clean dry cloth, and helped Nandao wipe the rainwater off the umbrella, and then sat there again, folding the cloth on his lap. Maybe it was because of the activity that made the scholar's mood relax a little, so he looked at the young man who was sitting there and didn't know what to do, and said slowly: "Just ask whatever you want." ”

Scholars naturally know that there are some things that cannot be avoided.

It's just that to his surprise, when the young man opened his mouth, it was not about the afternoon before yesterday, but about a sentence that was very similar to Mei Xiyu's.

"Have we met somewhere?"

The boy looked at the scholar and said.

Zhu Congwen was stunned for a moment, and then said softly: "Hanging Xue Academy, I am a student of the Great Wind Calendar 1003 Great Wind Spring Examination. ”

The 1003 Gale Spring Exam was naturally not in March.

Rather, in May.

Probably many years later, those gentlemen in the Wenhua Academy would ask such a question again.

Of course, the premise is that the Hanging Courtyard did not fall in the rebellion of the Prime Minister.

Nan Dao listened to the words of the scholar in front of him, but he was also stunned.

At this point, I probably remembered a lot of things, and my expression softened a little when I looked at the scholar.

The boy under the umbrella seemed to sigh softly, and then asked.

"Hang Yue, has she been admitted?"

Zhu Congwen looked at this young man with some surprise, probably surprised that the young man knew such a girl from the Academy of Mathematics and Physics,

There is a natural close relationship between the academies of Wenhua Academy, not to mention the year-end assessment, the alternating publication of papers by each academy is the misclassification of what the students in the academy have learned, and there will naturally be various intersections.

Zhu Congwen naturally knew that girl, but about whether she was admitted or not, this scholar probably didn't pay attention to it.

Probably not.

So the scholar shook his head, and said with some self-deprecation: "There is actually no difference between passing the exam or not." ”

Nandao looked at this student who took last year's big exam, but he was still here as a shopkeeper, and he probably understood something.

The boy didn't go any further.

The noodles in the back kitchen are here.

Different from the noodle restaurant in Donghai that is now cooking, Huaidu has a huge flow of people, because the base soup seasoning of the noodle restaurant is prepared in advance, and you only need to cook the noodles.

Naturally, you don't need a cook for such a thing.

The boy was probably frightened today, so he had a very strong hunger in his stomach, and he didn't say anything, but lowered his head and ate the bright red noodles in the soup, and the green onion and spicy seeds on the side of the bowl were mixed together, like wild flowers and grass growing in a certain meadow.

Zhu Congwen looked at the young man who was eating very fragrantly, and then looked at the very rich and tempting spicy oil base soup, and swallowed his saliva.

Looking back at Gu Xiaoer, who was looking at the back kitchen, he stretched out his hand and gestured, and motioned to bring himself a bowl too.

Sword cultivators are hungry, and it is impossible for scholars not to be hungry.

Zhu Congwen sat here all afternoon, and naturally he was hungry.

In the noodle restaurant at night, the two sat by the window with a warm light, and no one spoke to eat noodles.

Outside the window, the drizzle was sparse, washing the stone slabs of the long street that reflected the luster.

It is naturally a rare thing to meet an old friend in a foreign country.

Although Nandao and Zhu Congwen are not old people.

It's just that the two of them who are eating noodles there together do have some such meanings.

The young man's noodles were eaten quickly, and the scholar's noodles came late, so he ate half of them.

Zhu Congwen raised his head, looked at Nandao who put down his chopsticks, and said very seriously: "You taste the soup, the soup is also delicious." ”

Nandao raised an eyebrow and glanced at the scholar, and then picked up the noodle bowl again—but unfortunately the boy probably couldn't drink the feeling of holding the noodle bowl and drinking it with relish.

A young man who needs to hold an umbrella in one hand looks like a chivalrous man, holding a bowl and drinking a lot.

Chili oil noodle soup may also have a similar feeling to spirits.

Or even better.

When I drank it, my whole body was transparent, so on a certain winter day, a certain Taoist named Liu Chunfeng drank that bowl of spicy soup very contentedly in the snowy courtyard.

Nandao drank the bowl of noodle soup with one hand in one hand as if he were drinking.

This made Gu Xiaoer and the others secretly look at Gu Xiaoer and the others in the back kitchen very dumbfounded.

There is a lot of chili oil added to it, not to mention whether it is spicy or not, but whether it is choking or not is a big problem.

Zhu Congwen was eating noodles while looking at the boy expectantly.

"How?"

Nandao put down the bowl and said very seriously: "There is a small town under the East China Sea Sword Cliff, there is a noodle restaurant in the town, if you have the opportunity, you can go and eat a bowl of noodles there." ”

The boy did not answer the scholar's question, and in a sense, he had already answered.

Just like Zhu Congwen thought.

The boy didn't drink noodle soup because he had eaten better noodles.

Zhu Congwen once thought it was his mother's noodles.

After all, this scholar sometimes remembers the bowl of clear soup and meat noodles he ate when he was very young.

There was no seasoning, just shredded meat cooked with oil, salt and some noodles, and I don't know why it was so fragrant that night.

Probably because it was the years when he didn't know the taste of the world.

Zhu Congwen thought nonsense, and then came back to his senses, and nodded very slowly at the young man's suggestion.

The boy didn't say anything more, just sat there quietly, waiting for the scholar to finish eating.

Gu Xiaoer in the back kitchen was probably a little unconvinced, and tasted the base soup in the back kitchen with a spoon there.

He naturally didn't believe that in a place of sword cultivation like the East China Sea, there would be people who cooked noodles that were even more delicious than those in the Huaidu of the world.

Zhu Congwen finished eating a bowl of steaming noodles, sighed with satisfaction, and opened his heart directly without waiting for the boy to start asking anything.

"Lord Squire'......"

Zhu Congwen glanced at the young man, who looked calm, and there was no special meaning under the light in the noodle restaurant.

So the scholar continued: "The Lord Shizhong wants to promote the entry of one thousand and three students. ”

It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the teenager.

It's just that Nandao didn't say anything, just sat there and listened quietly.

Zhu Congwen picked up the cloth on the side, it was not too dirty, picked it up and wiped the corners of his mouth, and continued: "Although I don't know why he did this, it just shows some problems, it is the officials who have been pressing us students, not the servants in the middle school. ”

The scholar didn't mention anything about the boy at the table and the secretary of the military department who was dead in the alley, but he calmly talked about the many things he thought of from what he had experienced from such a subordinate squire.

"Maybe in this group of students, there are some chess pieces that belong to certain forces."

The scholar spoke, silent for a moment.

"So, I was lucky and unfortunate to be brought out by Lord Shizhong to attract the attention of those six adults."

A scholar who works as a junior in a noodle restaurant naturally knows everything in a tight strait, but it does not prevent such a scholar from speculating on certain motives under high pressure.

Zhu Congwen looked at the young man silently.

"You may also be the one who stepped into such a story."

There was a sense of sympathy in the scholar's eyes.

What those people came for this afternoon, the scholars naturally knew very well.

Nandao sat there quietly, and then said calmly, "I'm not. ”

This sentence made the scholar a little stunned.

The South Island doesn't explain anything.

Because there are some things, even if he is able to explain them completely.

For example, as Mei Xiyu said, the military department Shangshu died in the hands of a sword cultivator with the sword intent style of the sword grinding cliff.

And by incomparably coincidence, he met such a sword cultivator twice in the East China Sea.

So under various coincidences, I came all the way to the north.

Nan Dao pushed the bowl in front of him a little, turned his head to look at Zhu Congwen on the side, and said, "Actually, I'm just a little curious, why you were taken away by the people of the Wuwei on that day." I don't really care about the story behind it. ”

The young man could naturally see Zhu Congwen's sympathetic gaze.

It's just that the boy knows very well that he can't be in sympathy with the world.

His illness is beyond mercy to the world.

As in the past, the general trend of the world is that the teenager is indifferent.

He only cares about those who have crossed paths with him.

For example, Zhang Xiaoyu, such as Lingnan sword cultivation.

Maybe there is also such a woman in a white dress on a cliff.

That's why when he was under the cliff and faced with such a human emperor, he didn't hesitate to let go of the umbrella in his hand.

It's just that such a woman, probably for a long time, doesn't need her own care.

So he put down the throne of love and became a hard-hearted captain.

The story in the noodle shop may have many developments.

For example, a young man and a scholar sympathize with each other, and then become rare close friends.

It's just that the South Island doesn't want some stories to develop like this.

Not only practice, but life to the end is also a lonely realm.

The rich will help the world, and the poor will be good alone.

Nandao is just like the white-clothed sword cultivator who said that spring is really good, but it is a pity that he has no money, he is very poor.

It's just that the poverty of a teenager is not the poverty of money, but the thinness of life and the barrenness of soul.

So what kind of things do you want to do in the bottle, in the eyes of the young man, what does it matter?

Even if he really goes deep into it and saves the world from fire and water, no one will be grateful to a young man who is full of snow under an umbrella that is enough to overturn the world.

When the sorrow is lifted, the world will 'wake up from a dream' and remember more things.

The young man didn't want to end up in such a situation, and devoted himself to saving everything, but in the end, he was insulted and turned away with a full grievance.

Such a story is probably indignant and moving.

It's just that.

Why should a young man use his own story in exchange for the indignation of the world thousands of years later?

The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected and do not coexist.

Zhu Congwen looked at the young man who was sitting there extremely calmly.

Perhaps in the words and thoughts of the young man, there is indeed a lot of resentment that Lingnan died in the world like this.

He seems to understand a lot, too.

Since the time of Emperor Huai, Lingnan has been the largest southern barrier in Huai'an, but it is a sword sect that has died for the world for more than a thousand years.

Huaidu really watched them die.

Even Zhu Congwen, when he heard about the fall of Lingnan, he sighed for a long time.

Naturally, there is no need to say such a teenager.

Anyone under such a story will no longer love the world.

Zhu Congwen looked at the young man silently for a long time, so he didn't continue, but said softly: "Maybe it's just that day, you just happened to pass by here." ”

Nandao sat there for a long time, and said slowly: "Maybe yes, but I think there are some things that should be changed." ”

Zhu Congwen frowned and said, "What? ”

Nan Dao looked out the window at the long street of the world that was brightly lit in the night rain, and said slowly: "You just happened to appear in the place I passed by. ”

This sentence may be no different from what Zhu Congwen said.

It seems that there is a world of difference.

Zhu Congwen sat there in a daze.

He naturally knew what the boy meant by this.

He was the one who was implicated, not the South Island.

Outside the door, a person from the Heavenly Hell walked by with a sword, and Zhu Congwen subconsciously wanted the young man to hide.

It's just that the boy sat there very calmly, not moving, and the people in the hell outside the window didn't seem to see such a strange boy with an umbrella and a sword in the noodle shop, and walked over very calmly.

The boy didn't say anything more, paid the money, stood up, and left the noodle shop.