Zhu Congwen followed the big demon who looked like a housekeeper and went all the way to the depths of the Siwu Demon Mansion.

may be the reason for the hidden mood in his heart, even those ordinary mansion paths, in the eyes of this scholar, are still extremely gloomy.

The canopy of the trees in the night was very gloomy and hung beside the road, and the flowers that should have been bright became strange.

The moonlight is cold, and the path may be twisted, leading to some unknown abyss.

Zhu Congwen's heart trembled more and more, and then he paused a little, standing in place and breathing for a long time.

It wasn't until the feeling of suffocation gradually disappeared that everything in front of Zhu Congwen's eyes gradually became normal.

Siwu Demon Mansion, although it has a demon word, but such a mansion is naturally the mansion of the world.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the light is sprinkled coldly on the world.

Perhaps this is the case with the view of the congren.

Zhu Congwen took a deep breath, and then followed the footsteps of the big demon again and continued to move forward.

The two of them walked for a long time before they finally came to the depths of such a demon mansion.

Just like that day, Zhu Congwen was taken to the flower garden outside the cloister.

In the distance, there is a huge clear pond outside the corridor, which is sparkling in the moonlight.

There are many white stone paths around the pool, and I don't know where to go.

"Lord Shizhong is still busy, you can wait here for a while."

When Zhu Congwen was looking around there, he heard the voice of the housekeeper demon beside him.

The scholar turned his head and bowed.

"Thank you."

The big demon calmly walked away in the moonlit path.

Zhu Congwen stood there quietly.

Naturally, the waiter was busy.

After all, the current majesty is not in Huaidu, and the final decision on many affairs has fallen into the hands of such a big demon.

Zhu Congwen was in a reverie there, but he inexplicably remembered some things he had said to the Taoist named Mei Xiyu before.

It seems that I don't have any hot tea to drink today.

The scholar didn't know why he suddenly thought of this.

It's just that the voice that suddenly sounded behind him frightened the scholar, and he subconsciously wanted to help a tea cup that didn't exist.

"What are you doing here today?"

The voice of the waiter is extraordinarily young, and under such a night moon, there is a sense of tranquility.

Zhu Congwen hurriedly turned his head, looked at the white-clothed demon behind him, and then bowed in a panic.

"Zhu Congwen, a student of the Hanging Academy, has seen Lord Shizhong."

The water bottle was probably very curious, so he stood under the cloister and looked up and down at the scholar he hadn't seen for more than ten days.

The scholar's voice trembled slightly.

Maybe it's too cold.

So not far away, a servant came with some tea and walked into the corridor.

Shui Zaihuan looked away, walked towards the corridor, sat down by the corridor, and said lightly: "Although I am a demon in the bottle, I am not a demon who eats people and does not spit out bones, so you don't have to be so nervous." What's more, we've already seen it once before. ”

The waiter looked at the tea being brewed by the people in the palace and smiled softly.

"Come and sit."

Zhu Congwen said softly: "Thank you, Lord Shizhong." ”

The two sat down in the corridor, a pool of clear water outside the corridor was sparkling and microwaved, and flowers and plants flourished everywhere, although it was not a spring breeze, it may not be without the fragrance of flowers and plants.

A bowl of hot tea was brought to Zhu Cong's tattoo.

The scholar took it very cautiously, and the hot tea in the middle of the night is about the same as wine, which can bring a lot of warmth.

Zhu Congwen was quietly drinking tea there, and the water bottle was leaning on the parapet of the corridor, where he was holding his cheeks and looking at the flowers and plants outside the corridor.

Just when the scholar began to feel the chill in his body be dispelled a little, he heard the calm voice of the attendant.

"How's this tea?"

Zhu Congwen looked at the tea in the bowl with some embarrassment.

Such a scholar naturally didn't know anything about tea tasting, and he hesitated for a long time before he said embarrassedly: "Forgive me, the people don't know tea." ”

The water in the bottle smiled softly and said, "Warm up?" ”

Zhu Congwen nodded sincerely, and said with a smile in the bottle: "If you can warm your body, it is good tea." ”

Zhu Congwen looked at the white-clothed servant in front of him a little stunned, hesitated a little, and said, "The waiter also tastes tea like this?" ”

Shui picked up another bowl of tea on the side of the bottle, took a sip to his lips, and then said calmly: "Of course not, the world likes to pay attention to class, so naturally it is necessary to follow the class that the world thinks." ”

The waiter stopped for a moment, then put the tea bowl back, and said lightly: "Just like the clouds in the blue sky and the water in the bottle, everything is clear." ”

"Of course, tea may have a different taste, but on some occasions, the world may not be tasting tea, but in the story of tea tasting, they enjoy the superiority of the class gap."

Zhu Congwen sat there for a long time with the bowl of tea, I don't know why, he always felt that this waiter seemed to mean something.

Shui Zaihua looked at the scholar, and said with a slight smile: "Being a junior is naturally different from being a soldier and a soldier, as far as being a junior second, what can warm up is naturally good tea, but the soldier's waiter is different." If you don't understand it, you have to learn it. ”

Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, and then said sincerely: "Lord Shizhong is right. ”

The two sat quietly in the cloister.

Maybe it's past the time of the child, maybe not.

Since the stagnation of Huaidu, many of the methods that people in the world are accustomed to identifying the time have lost their effectiveness.

Shui sat there for a long time, looked at the scholar who was sitting there with great sincerity, and said softly: "So it seems that I really didn't find the wrong person that day?" ”

The scholar bowed his head slightly and said, "Yes, my lord." ”

Shui Zaihua said calmly: "But you must know that there are many things that have no way back, and people can see themselves as a fifteen-year-old boy, but they can't go back to fifteen years old." Since you have already refused that day and want to do it again, it is naturally not such a simple matter, not to mention, such a thing is a matter of the ministry, and you come to me, it is not in accordance with the rules. ”

Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, and then said softly: "If things in the world are in accordance with the rules everywhere, then there are probably saints everywhere." ”

Shui Zaihuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Congwen, who was holding hot tea to warm his body, the waiter smiled slightly, stood up, walked to the other side of the corridor, and looked up at the night with his hands in his hands.

"Yes."

The water in the bottle stood there quietly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Zhu Congwen was also silent.

After a long time, the voice of the attendant came from the other side of the corridor.

"Are you more afraid of the Willow Prison Master, or are you more afraid of me?"

Zhu Congwen subconsciously clenched the tea bowl in his hand.

It took a long time for the scholar to say sincerely: "Naturally, it is the Willow Prison Master. ”

If any person in the world were to answer such a question, the answer would only be Liu Qinghe.

The white flower-like servant of the door, and the big ape peeping at the white flower.

Needless to say, the two are needless to say.

Shui Zaiju chuckled softly and said, "Since you are more afraid of him, why don't you go to him?" ”

Zhu Congwen said slowly: "The Heavenly Prison is only His Majesty's Heavenly Prison, and the Lord in the Servant is the Servant in Huaidu. ”

There was silence in the courtyard of the cloister of the Demon Mansion.

The white-clothed waiter standing in the cloister just squinted his eyes and looked at the scholar for a long time, and after a long time, he looked away, looked at the courtyard quietly, and said lightly: "You are wrong, Zhu Congwen, the servant is also His Majesty's servant." ”

Zhu Congwen listened to the words that the water in the bottle suddenly had a lot more coldness, hurriedly put down the tea bowl in his hand, and knelt down in the corridor.

"I lost my words for a while, and I hope that the adults will forgive me."

Shui Zaiju quietly looked at the scholar who was crawling there, was silent for a long time, and then said calmly: "Get up." ”

Zhu Congwen stood up a little frightened, maybe he didn't remember how he had the courage to refuse such a Huaidu servant.

"Not only the servants, but also the six Shangshu Shilang, who are also His Majesty's Shangshu Shilang."

The water in the bottle stood there and said calmly.

Zhu Congwen was a little relieved, but in the next moment, the words that came out of the mouth of the servant were like a snowstorm, drowning this southern scholar in this corridor.

"I don't know what Liu Qinghe said to you, but this is what I want to tell you."

The scholar stood there in great trepidation, and his body, which had just been warmed by the tea, became cold again, until he shivered.

Huaidu naturally stopped at the rule of heaven.

It's just a place like the Siwu Demon Mansion, how can you not know the many things that happened in Huaidu?

The Heavenly Hell just made it impossible for the Siwu Demon Mansion to blatantly look at it, but it didn't mean that such an adult was really blind.

Maybe it's like those words from Nanyi City at the beginning of a certain story.

Living in today's world, no one knows whether the person passing by is a human or a demon.

The water in the bottle turned around and looked at Zhu Congwen quietly.

"The Siwu Demon Mansion is not something that anyone can enter if they want to, but you came in. You should know what this means. ”

Zhu Congwen just stood in the corridor with his head bowed in silence.

The white dress was as cold as a snow in the moonlight.

The words that fell in the cloister were probably the same.

"You want to stand with Heavenly Hell, I don't care, you want to get rid of the identity of just a little two, in exchange for an identity above certain classes, so that you can have the courage to face some stories, and I don't care."

Zhu Congwen's teeth chattered.

"So big... Adult, the ..... to care about What is it? ”

Shui Zai stood there for a long time, and said calmly: "Can you be a courtier of His Majesty and not a courtier of the world?" ”

Zhu Congwen suddenly raised his head, and looked at the subordinate servant who was targeted by the entire Huaidu in a daze, and at this moment, this scholar suddenly found that he didn't seem to understand such a waiter who was above 10,000 people under one person.

And as if everything was reasonable.

The world is the world of the world, but His Majesty in the world is indeed a demon emperor from Huangliang.

As the water bottle of the great demon in the world, the Lord Shizhong, who inherits the blessings brought by His Majesty of the Demon Clan, seems to have never had a reason to oppose such a Majesty.

What do you mean by just these stories in the world?

Zhu Congwen stood there silently.

Shui Zaihua didn't care about the silence of such a scholar, but just repeated the question in a calm voice.

"Can you be a courtier of His Majesty and not a courtier of the world, Zhu Congwen?"

Such a scholar was so confused that he didn't know how to answer such a question.

After a long time, the scholar looked up at the waiter who seemed to be about to leave the corridor, then closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said slowly: "Yes." ”

The water stopped in the corridor of the bottle, did not look back, just stood there for a long time, and then said lightly: "Okay." ”

......

Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at the sword intent sword in his hand, and then looked at Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan who were standing under those white pears.

This Heavenly Prison Master was probably really surprised that he would receive such a strange thing at this time.

You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun stood there very nervously, facing such a controller of Huaidu Heavenly Hell, no matter who it was, they would probably be terrified in their hearts.

Liu Qinghe didn't speak for a long time, Yu Chaoyun glanced at You Chunshan, who was pale on the side, and asked very cautiously, "Is there any problem, my lord?" ”

Liu Qinghe put away the small sword and put it in his arms, and then looked at the two of them and smiled gently.

"Naturally, there is nothing wrong with it. It's just a little surprising that His Majesty would do such a thing for a young man from the East China Sea. ”

You Chunshan was not as frightened as Yu Chaoyun.

Maybe Liu Qinghe's smile was indeed very gentle, or maybe it was such a young man, whether it was too far away from the Heavenly Hell, from the cultivation world, or from Huaidu, he couldn't see many things. As the so-called ignorance and fearlessness, the young man was joking there.

"Maybe Your Majesty also thinks I'm not a thing in the pool."

Liu Qinghe just smiled slightly, then looked at You Chunshan and said, "Come here." ”

You Chunshan was not presumptuous at this time, he restrained his expression and walked over cautiously.

Liu Qinghe raised his hand, the demonic power in his palm was permeated, You Chunshan subconsciously wanted to take his wooden sword, but after thinking about it, he still gave up, allowing the demonic power from the big demon in front of him to submerge into his body.

Although Yu Chaoyun was also a little worried, he could only stop worrying.

After all, this is Hell.

And the person in front of him is the ruler of the heavenly hell on earth, Liu Bai Ape.

It was this Qingtian Dao woman who could only stand there silently.

Fortunately, Liu Qinghe was probably just curious about what was wrong with such a young man.

After walking around You Chunshan's body with demonic power, he took it back.

You Chunshan stood there, looking at the tall man in front of him very nervously.

"How's that, sir?"

Liu Qinghe dispersed his demonic power and said with a slight smile: "I don't know. ”

“......”

"But Your Majesty should have seen it too." Liu Qinghe said slowly, "You really should go to the Tiangong Division. ”

You Chunshan stood there with some curiosity, thinking that he shouldn't have seen His Majesty, when did His Majesty see his physical condition?

Liu Qinghe didn't care what the young man was thinking, he just looked at a waiting heavenly jailer outside the courtyard.

"Go get pen and paper."

Liu Qinghe's attitude towards the world is probably very gentle, and after instructing the heavenly jailer, he looked back at the two and said, "I'll write something to the master to explain the situation, and later a heavenly jailer will take you to the Tiangong Division under Huaidu." ”

You Chunshan breathed a sigh of relief, and he was very serious about the nondescript courtesy.

"Thank you, Lord Liu."

Liu Qinghe just stood there with a slight smile and waited.

The heavenly jailer quickly brought a pen and paper, and Liu Qinghe flattened the paper in the air with his demonic power, muttered a little, and then took the pen and wrote something on it.

Although You Chunshan was a little curious, he probably didn't dare to really look at it.

Liu Qinghe quickly finished writing those things, and then handed the piece of paper to the heavenly prison official behind him.

"Take them to the Tiangong Division and give this piece of paper to Song Yingxin."

"Yes."

Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan thanked the unexpectedly well-gotten Heavenly Prison Lord, and then hurriedly followed the footsteps of the Heavenly Prison Officer.

Liu Qinghe was in the courtyard where the pear blossoms were about to run out, quietly watching the two.

After a long time, a person walked out of the depths of the heavenly prison, stopped at the gate of the courtyard, looked at Liu Qinghe who was contemplating in the courtyard, and bowed.

"What is the prison master looking at?"

Liu Qinghe looked at the man, it was a man in his fifties, who was also wearing the black robe of the Heavenly Prison, but the shape was not the same as Liu Qinghe and the ordinary Heavenly Prison Officials, but it was quite similar to Di Qianjun's.

That person was the Heavenly Hell Northern Dispatcher, Yu Dan.

Liu Qinghe came back to his senses, smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing, I'm just curious why Your Majesty made such a decision." ”

Yu Dan stood there very respectfully, and did not say anything more about such a sentence.

Of course, there are some things that Liu Qinghe can say, but they may not be able to really ask.

Liu Qinghe didn't say anything more, just looked at Yu Dan and asked, "Has the Northern Dossier been investigated?" ”

Yu Dan saluted and said: "In March, a sword cultivator named Xu Yiyuan Heavenly Prison left Huaidu and went to tour the world, but according to the records of the Heavenly Prison case file of the northern cities, although this heavenly prison official passed through the northern cities, he finally went straight to the East China Sea. It was not until May that he returned to Huaidu. ”

Liu Qinghe was not surprised, but said calmly: "What about people? ”

Yu Dan hesitated for a moment and said softly: "After Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War died, he disappeared. ”

Of course, there are Hell's Ranger who often lose contact, after all, they can't report their trips at any time when they wander in the world.

It's just that the deeds of such a heavenly jailer are indeed too bizarre.

Liu Qinghe stood there quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "The vicinity of Huaidu has been searched? ”

Yu Dan said in a deep voice: "Yes, but I didn't find any trace of that heavenly prison official. Maybe it's dead, maybe it's ....."

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly, raised his head and crossed the black walls of the Heavenly Prison, and said softly: "Maybe it's in the Siwu Demon Mansion of Lord Shizhong." ”

Or or.

has been built into a certain wall of the Siwu Demon Mansion.

The real murderer is dead, so the one who is most like the real murderer can only be the real murderer.