Whether there is a certain Heavenly Hell Sword Cultivator in the wall of the Siwu Demon Mansion, Zhu Congwen doesn't know.

When he walked back on the long street of Siwufang, there were no passers-by between those streets and alleys.

The lights are still on, and the light wrapped in the lanterns is naturally not extinguished.

Zhu Congwen walked to Mei Xiyu's courtyard, hesitated for a long time, and finally didn't raise his hand and knock on the door.

Of course, he had a lot of things he couldn't understand.

It's just that a Taoist may not be able to understand.

Zhu Congwen looked back at the deep silence of the demon mansion under the night for a long time, and then silently turned around and walked towards the south of this alley.

In fact, even if Zhu Congwen really knocked on that door, probably no one would open the door.

Mei Xiyu is not in the yard.

This Taoist man stood tall tonight.

On a hanging street somewhere east of Huaidu, Mei Xiyu was quietly watching the world.

When the Huaidu demon clan entered the world, it was like water dripping into the water, and it was difficult to distinguish it.

When the scholar knocked on the door of the Siwu Demon Mansion, Mei Xiyu, who was sitting quietly in the courtyard, seemed to hear some very noisy sounds.

When the Taoist opened the courtyard door to look, it was still quiet in the middle of the afternoon, but at the corner of the long street, he seemed to see some robes flashing.

Taoists who have been in Siwufang for so long are naturally no strangers to that kind of robe.

It was the clothes of the Guardian.

Mei Xiyu stood quietly at the door for a while, then left the neighborhood, and walked along the hanging streets that kept going up towards the height of Huaidu.

It's a pity that when this Taoist saw it, the water had already dripped into the water, and all he saw was some ripples.

When the ripples are calm, nothing can be distinguished.

Those pedestrians walking scattered in the night, which ones are from the world and which ones are demon clans, Meixiyu can't tell anymore.

A demon clan, if he didn't deliberately urge the demon power, even a Taoist like Mei Xiyu would not be able to distinguish it.

This is the basis for Nanyi City to set the trend of the same stream.

Mei Xiyu frowned and stood on the extremely high hanging street for a long time, overlooking the Huaidu that was silent in the night like countless cliffs and valleys.

This Taoist suddenly remembered something.

In fact, the sudden noise is not only tonight.

I have been there in the old days.

It's just that the Taoist hadn't paid attention to it before.

It wasn't until the arrival of a scholar tonight that the Taoist had some more thoughts in his heart, and he didn't really enter the realm of Qing cultivation, which aroused his suspicions.

Meixiyu stood for a long time in the cold hanging street wind in the middle of the night.

Of course, the Siwu Demon Mansion would not be like this, and really let the Heavenly Hell take over Huaidu.

It's just that.....

Mei Xiyu sighed slightly, and suddenly seemed to understand the worries of Emperor Li Asan of Huai'an.

The posture of the demon clan submerged in the human world is too calm and too secretive.

Even if it was him, he didn't know where those midday guards were scattered in Huaidu.

And when are you going to make some waves?

When Mei Xiyu sighed deeply there, there was a sudden strange kind of fierce wind beside her.

The Taoist turned around and saw a man dressed very ordinarily standing beside him, with a sword behind him, a sword with a clear glow in the uneven light of the night.

White ink sword, Zhong sweeps snow.

Such a sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect can actually be regarded as a rare sword that still retains some fame.

Mei Xiyu bowed with her palms and bowed.

"I've seen Senior Zhong."

Zhong Songxue, a seemingly middle-aged sword cultivator, is actually naturally very old, much older than the sword cultivator who began to have gray hair on his sideburns.

This is a sword cultivator who has experienced the wind and rain brought by the white wind and rain.

Even if you don't talk about the realm, Mei Xiyu naturally has to be respectful.

Zhong Sweep Xue is probably not a person who likes to laugh, but it is not indifferent and alienated, just like the meaning of such a name as Sweeping Snow, this sword cultivator is like an ordinary man who sweeps snow at night in Huaidu, so when he was tired of sweeping, he stopped and talked casually with a Taoist on the side of the road.

"These things that Huaidu has done make me a little incomprehensible."

Zhong Songxue stood there, quietly looking in a certain direction of Huaidu.

Mei Xiyu turned her head and looked in the direction Zhong Songxue was looking at, that was south of Huaidu, such a capital city was indeed very large, even if it was a word like Chengnan, it seemed a little childish here.

The high-rise buildings hanging the street in the night, in the silent light, look like many cascading mountains and rivers.

In the mountains and rivers, there are people who can't sleep at night, walking there in twos and threes, like ants.

Mei Xiyu looked at it for a while, then retracted her gaze, and said softly, "Isn't this a good thing for the Human Sword Sect?" ”

Zhong Songxue glanced at Mei Xiyu and said very flatly: "If these stories of yours are for Shenhe, then it will be a good thing. ”

Mei Xiyu looked at the sloping platform to the east.

The sword cultivation on such a high platform is naturally not for Huaidu.

It's just for His Majesty.

So it's probably not a good thing.

Mei Xiyu looked at it for a long time, and then said softly: "Are you really not afraid that Your Majesty will come back and kill you all?" ”

Zhong Songxue stood quietly for a while, and then said slowly: "Of course I'm afraid, it's just that as disciples of the Human Sword Sect, we naturally have to come here." ”

"Now the world already knows that Cong Blade actually died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu."

Zhong Saoxue, who rarely smiled, smiled at this time and said, "Yes, the master died at the hands of the junior brother, so Kamigawa can sit back and relax and clear all guilt." Why don't you think about it, the two of them have been sitting in the north and south for nearly a thousand years in such a peaceful way, and in the end, my master is going to bite the river to the death? ”

Mei Xiyu quietly looked at the world in the night.

"Of course we thought about it, but we just couldn't figure it out, if the seniors knew, we might as well come and hear it."

Zhong Songxue was silent, and then said softly, "I don't know either. ”

But I don't know.

In fact, everyone can guess that such a thing is naturally inseparable from the Hanging Courtyard.

Even if Prime Minister Qing had a good relationship with Cong Blade, it was impossible to drag the entire Hanging Courtyard into it because of this.

The two of them stood in the hanging street, and did not talk about those things again.

"Actually, for us." Zhong Songxue looked back at the south of Huaidu and said calmly, "We don't like to see stories like Huaidu. ”

Mei Xiyu looked at the sword cultivator beside her and asked, "Why?" ”

"Because the Human Sword Sect likes to see stability, not turbulence."

Zhong Songxue said very indifferently and calmly.

Mei Xiyu looked to the south and said softly, "So you will intervene?" ”

Zhong Songxue was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "No, the Human Sword Sect is dead, and we are just some remnants of the body." ”

Such a sentence may be a bit awkward, but in other words, it is probably easier to understand.

"We are not Lingnan." Zhong Songxue quietly looked at the streets and alleys where Huaidu was stacked. "Not so keen on the world. It's just that the white-clothed sword cultivator sleeping on a certain stream bridge has always made the Human Sword Sect have always carried this meaning. As long as it is stable, it is naturally a stable time, and it is the best time to sleep with peace of mind. ”

It's just that one white-clothed sword cultivator is already dead, and he died at the hands of another young white-clothed sword cultivator.

Zhong Songxue turned his head to look at Mei Xiyu and said slowly, "So why do we care?" ”

Mei Xiyu sighed softly and said, "That's true, it's just that the seniors came to do something?" ”

Zhong Songxue said calmly: "Because I have a junior brother named Jiang Ye, who told me a story, about the wind and snow ten miles outside Nanyi City, and the story of the wind and snow in Bailu that is about to come and stop. ”

Mei Xiyu frowned.

He had naturally heard the story of the ten miles of wind and snow in Nanyi City, but he was in the north, and many details naturally did not know.

"The boy who brought the wind and snow in Nanyi City is called Nandao, which is now the one in Huaidu."

Zhong Sweep Xue said softly.

Mei Xiyu's expression gradually became solemn, looked at Zhong Sweep Xue and said, "What do you mean by senior?" ”

Zhong Songxue said softly: "Fine Snow Jiannan Island, this name is not known to many people in the world, even if you know, you will probably only remember that it is the fine snow that came out of the East China Sea." It's just that maybe the people in Nanyi City will know better, so the moment Jiang Ye saw the young man on the slanted platform at that time, he went to find him. ”

So what exactly is fine snow.

Mei Xiyu seemed to suddenly understand, and suddenly understood why Liu Qinghe would tell him so solemnly that if he saw that the boy wanted to let go of the umbrella, he would kill him directly.

"We didn't push him to that point."

Zhong Songxue said calmly: "If you don't have it, it doesn't mean that someone doesn't have it." The Wuwei is now all south of Huaidu. Have you ever thought that if the purpose of the water in the bottle was never Li Chenghe, the secretary of the military department, but from beginning to end, it was just to let that young man die......

Mei Xiyu fell silent.

"It's just your guess."

Zhong Songxue turned around and walked along the hanging streets towards the inclined platform, and said lightly: "Of course, it's just my guess. It's just that the Human Sword Sect was once only a foot away from the wind and snow, so we naturally think about it more. ”

Mei Xiyu stood there for a long time, and after a long time, this Taoist turned around and walked in the direction of Heavenly Hell.

The story of Huaidu, this Taoist from Qingtian Dao can only be regarded as a bystander after all, and he doesn't know what Liu Qinghe and Shui Zaihua are thinking.

There are some things that can only be clearer after asking Liu Qinghe.

.......

When Zhu Congwen was walking on the road, he met an unexpected person.

Xu Chunhua.

The small-town girl, whose scholar still doesn't know the name, is wandering in the night with a stick in her hand.

Zhu Congwen stood on the hanging street in surprise and looked at the woman below, hesitated a little, but still stopped her.

"Why are you here?"

Zhu Congwen looked at Xu Chunhua who raised his head in surprise.

Xu Chunhua looked at this scholar who was walking in Huaidu in the middle of the night, and was also extremely surprised.

"Why are you here?"

Zhu Congwen's question may be easy to say for Xu Chunhua, but Xu Chunhua's question is obviously not.

So the scholar was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "It's nothing, I can't sleep in the middle of the night, come out for a walk." ”

Xu Chunhua sighed and continued to walk on the street with her head down and holding the stick.

In fact, Xu Chunhua herself didn't know where she should go to find that Taoist named Mei Xiyu.

It's just that when she saw the young man in Chen He's book standing alone on the hanging street, whispering that he had his sword and his umbrella, she still felt a lot of pity in her heart.

Always give it a try, maybe you can really find it?

This is probably Xu Chunhua's idea.

The scholar walked down from the hanging street, ran to Xu Chunhua's side, and asked very seriously: "Where are you going in the middle of the night?" ”

Xu Chunhua stopped on the street, looked up at the lights in amazement, and said softly, "I want to find someone." ”

Zhu Congwen was silent for a while and said, "Who are you looking for?" ”

Xu Chunhua looked back at the scholar for a long time, then shook her head and continued to walk forward. "You probably don't know it, it's a Taoist of Qingtian Dao."

Zhu Congwen was stunned for a moment and said, "Meixi Yumei is a real person? ”

Xu Chunhua stopped and looked at this scholar with some incredulity.

"How do you know?"

Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Because I am in Huaidu, I have only seen such a Taoist of Qingtian Dao. ”

The eyes of this small-town girl who came all the way were lit up, as if the lights that had fallen on the streets were actually just hidden in the eyes of this girl.

Xu Chunhua looked at Zhu Congwen in surprise and asked, "Do you know where he is?" ”

"I ....."

Zhu Congwen fell silent after saying such a word, and the scholar looked at the light in the woman's eyes for a long time - he didn't know what it meant.

The scholar looked at it for a long time, turned his head, and said softly: "I just met him by chance on the road, I don't know where he lives......"

"I'm sorry."

The light at the bottom of Xu Chunhua's eyes dimmed again, as if those flashing lights were drowned out by the silent night like a flat lake.

The town girl chuckled softly, walked on, and said, "It's okay. ”

The scholar looked at the back of the small town girl and wanted to follow, but for some reason, he felt as if there was something under his feet, and he couldn't move an inch.

Until the figure of the small town girl disappeared into the street.

Zhu Congwen just stood there silently.

......

Liu Qinghe stood quietly in the night.

Mei Xiyu, who came in a hurry, asked him a question.

"What's under the umbrella of the South Island?"

Liu Qinghe stood under those pear trees with few white flowers, perhaps this was just like some snow-soaked garden.

The man, known as the willow white ape, looked at the pear blossoms, and also looked at some tiny fruits among the branches and leaves of the pear blossoms, and then said calmly: "It's a snow." ”

Mei Xiyu was not surprised, in fact, when Zhong Songxue talked to him about those things, he had already guessed that Liu Qinghe must know a lot of things.

This Qingtian Dao cultivator who cultivated on the side of the river outside the town under the mountain of Qingtian Dao was silent for a while, and said: "Is it the ten-mile wind and snow that made no one survive outside Nanyi City?" ”

Liu Qinghe lowered his head and said calmly, "Yes." ”

Mei Xiyu looked at Liu Qinghe for a long time, but asked as if questioning: "Such a young man, how dare you let him come to Huaidu?" ”

Liu Qinghe glanced at Mei Xiyu and said lightly: "Do you think I asked him to come to Huaidu?" ”

Mei Xiyu fell silent again.

Liu Qinghe may not have thought about letting that young man come to Huaidu.

It's just that some people think so.

The water in the bottle is in the door.

After a long time, Mei Xiyu asked softly, "Do you know what the water is trying to do in the bottle?" ”

Liu Qinghe stood there calmly and said slowly: "I really didn't know before, but I guessed it now." ”

Mei Xiyu had some bad premonitions in her heart, and sure enough, the man who was covered in a black robe and stepped on many scattered white flowers said softly: "When the hell really couldn't find the sword cultivator who killed Li Chenghe, I guessed it. ”

Liu Qinghe turned his head to look east, which was where the Siwu Demon Mansion was located.

"The purpose of the water in the bottle is to let that teenager die."

Mei Xiyu said in a deep voice: "Since you know what the water is going to do in the bottle, then you should naturally also know what kind of situation he will force that young man to....."

Liu Qinghe interrupted Mei Xiyu's words and said softly, "It seems that you should have seen someone from the Human Sword Sect.....

There are so many people who will think of it, and probably only those sword cultivators who have fallen silent in Huaidu.

"It doesn't matter if you see it or not." Mei Xiyu also looked at Liu Qinghe quite toughly, "The point is, are you really not afraid, that young man brought the wind and snow to Huaidu?" ”

Liu Qinghe didn't care about the tone of this Qingtian Daoist Daoist, but said lightly: "Unless he is in a bottle, he really plans to ignore all the rules and kill Nandao in the streets and alleys of Huaidu." Otherwise, the things you think about will not happen. ”

Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "What if he really did this? ”

Liu Qinghe crossed the pear courtyard path, stood on the edge of those pear blossom trees, and said lightly: "Huaidu has a lot of swords and fast sword cultivation. ”

Mei Xiyu said in a deep voice: "They are not people who stand on the same river as Huaidu. ”

"No, they are." Liu Qinghe calmly turned his head to look at the Taoist on the trail, "The major events between life and death far surpass all positions. ”

When Mei Xiyu heard this, she suddenly understood something, and silently looked at the tall Heavenly Prison Master for a long time.

"So in fact, for you, the prison master, the life and death of such a teenager is actually not important. You only care if the water in the bottle has crossed the line, whether it has touched the bottom line of Hell, whether it has become some dark ghost in His Majesty's world. ”

Mei Xiyu, who has never been commensurate with the prison master, is a prison master at this time, and you are a mouthful.

Probably a bit ironic.

It's just that Liu Qinghe laughed, and the tall river demon looked at Mei Xiyu with a slight smile.

"Yes, it's just Mei Xiyu, why do you think I should care about the life and death of such a young man?"

Mei Xiyu fell silent.

Perhaps at that time, the Heavenly Prison Master, the willow white ape who was quietly peeking at the white flowers, gave him an illusion of his all-day smile.

"Although I didn't have the intention of killing him, I didn't mind that he died like this."

Liu Bai Ape smiled, looked at Mei Xiyu like a white flower, and said.