The young man's words landed soundly, whether it was Mei Xiyu or Jiang Ye, they were all silent in that sentence.

It's just that those demon guards and demon cultivators don't seem to understand the meaning of such a sentence, and they still come towards this hanging street that was stopped by Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye looked at the young man silently for a long time.

After a long silence, the sword finally fell on the boy.

The young man looked at the sword quietly and calmly sank the umbrella in his hand.

The sound of the sword was loud, and the sword fire flashed away, like a fireworks in full bloom and quickly annihilated on the hanging street.

The Sleepless Sword bounced away - this sword was not fast, and there was no sword intent. It's like just a warning.

The boy watched silently as the sword fell again.

And the Nine Realms Sword Cultivator from the Human Sword Sect just looked at the young man quietly, raised his hand and pinched the sword technique, and the other green vegetable turned back, dragging the sword intent sword light, shuttling through the hanging street like a silver fish.

When Mei Xiyu saw this scene, she raised her eyebrows.

This is not the sword in the hand, but a certain sword style of the sword of sword intent.

When he was in Lingnan, Mei Xiyu had experienced such a sword - or many swords.

That's the story of the rain in Baimei Creek and the chaotic red swing.

Randy Red flew over the swing.

As the sword technique took shape, countless sword intents spilled into the long street of the world.

Those Wuwu Demon Guards and Demon Cultivators faced such a sword style from the Grinding Sword Cliff, but they also had to retreat in horror.

Countless reds in the world flew away in the night.

Those demon cultivators may have finally realized that unless there is a Great Dao cultivator, they really can't cross that sword cultivator and kill the boy under the umbrella.

It's just that.

As everyone knows.

If tonight's story ends in vain, their servants may lose to the Heavenly Hell completely.

Those demon cultivators faced such a sword technique, and after a short silence, they also seemed to be dying, and went straight through those chaotic red sword intents and headed towards the hanging street.

Jiang Ye didn't care about the demon cultivators rushing behind him, he just looked at the young man in front of him for a long time.

Nandao didn't look at Jiang Ye or Demon Cultivator, his eyes drooped downward, and stopped at the mouth of the alley.

In the sound of the sneering red sword intent that passed through the many demon cultivators, the young man slowly asked, "Isn't it enough?" ”

Mei Xiyu finally walked out of the alley and stood quietly on the long street, looking at the corpses of the big demons who were cut by the sword intent and fell to the long street.

"I don't know."

The Taoist thought for a moment and said again.

"Maybe that's enough."

The boy did not let go of the umbrella in his hand. I just sat down on the hanging street in amazement.

"Actually, I know that none of you ever believed me."

Nandao sat there cross-legged, putting the peach blossom and parrot island together, rubbing the demon blood on it in the crook of his arm.

"What the junior brother said at the beginning was indeed right."

The young man quietly wiped the blood on his sword and looked up at Jiang Ye.

"Life is naturally a lonely place."

Jiang Ye didn't say anything, dispersed his sword intent, recalled the two swords of Sleepless and Qingcai, and sent them into the sheath together, and then turned around and walked under the hanging street.

This Nine Realms Sword Cultivator from the Human Sword Sect stopped when he passed by Meixi Yu, looked at him for a long time, and then said calmly: "Tell Liu Qinghe that it is impossible for the Human Sword Sect to leave Huaidu before Shenhe returns. ”

Mei Xiyu said softly: "Okay." ”

That sword cultivator stepped on a piece of demon blood.

The Taoist quietly watched Jiang Ye's back leave, and then walked towards the hanging street.

The boy was still there wiping the blood from his sword, and there was no other emotion, just sitting there calmly.

Mei Xiyu stopped at the guardrail on the side, looking down at the scattered corpses everywhere.

The sword style from the Grinding Sword Cliff is naturally strong.

At this time, the streets and alleys were full of dead silence.

In the distance, some people seemed to be nervously opening the window, looking at the silent world in horror, and when they caught a glimpse of the Taoist and the boy on the hanging street, they hurriedly closed the window tightly.

"If the ginger leaves don't come....."

The young man who was sitting there stopped wiping the blood, looked at the Taoist and suddenly asked.

"Will you help me, or will you kill me?"

Mei Xiyu glanced back at the young man, turned his head back, was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I don't know, it's all possible, just like you said, we never believed you." ”

The Taoist quietly looked at the frightened figures behind some of the window lattices of the world, and listened to the whispers that finally became clear in the silence.

"Or rather, the price of believing in you is heavy, and killing you doesn't need to."

Nandao calmly wiped the blood from the sword, then put the sword into the sheath and said slowly, "Yes." ”

The young man sat there quietly, thought for a long time, and continued: "When you say this, it seems that the reason why the waiter wants to kill me has become clear. ”

When Mei Xiyu heard such a sentence, she also narrowed her eyes and looked at the Siwu Demon Mansion from afar, which had no movement tonight.

After a long time, this Taoist said slowly, "Maybe so." ”

The Taoist turned around, leaning against the blood-colored guardrail of the hanging street, and looked at the young man sitting in a pool of blood.

"I know you don't want to take it, but you have to admit that you survived tonight not because of me or because of Hell. It's the Human Sword Sect - it's not just Jiang Ye who came here. ”

Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and said softly: "So in the Siwu Demon Mansion, it is probably that the Lord of the Sect is chatting with a certain Sword Sect disciple. ”

"Yes."

......

Shan Zhaoshui stood quietly in the middle of the Wufang, holding the sword of the green mountains and water, leaning against the courtyard wall on the side, with the face that had not been destroyed for many years and some just right white hair on the sideburns.

It's a pity that this is late at night in May, so there is no girl with a budding spring heart, and there is a big demon in the world who comes through the long street.

The water stopped beside Shan Zhaoshui in the bottle, looked up at the night tall buildings in the world, and said softly: "I thought that the Human Sword Sect would not be involved in such a story. ”

Shan Zhaoshui turned his head and glanced at the human demon of the Huaidu Siwu Demon Mansion, smiled softly, and said: "In the end, we are still different from you after all, and we do feel guilty about the affairs of Lingnan." ”

The water in the bottle stood there quietly, and said calmly: "The same, I will also feel guilty." ”

Shan Zhaoshui didn't ask why he did it knowing that he was guilty.

Because the Sword Sect in the human world is actually the same.

If this question is asked, it will eventually fall back to you.

The two of them stood there silently, one holding his sword against the wall, the other looking at the night dome with his negative hand.

There was no tension, just like an ordinary night, two passers-by who met by chance began to talk about something.

The water in the bottle suddenly lowered his head and looked at the mountain shining water standing there.

"That's how you believe that boy?"

When Shan Zhaoshui heard this question, he was silent, looking down at the sword in his arms, as if he remembered the young man who calmly took the sword by the stream at the foot of the green mountain somewhere in Bailu.

It has been a long time, and the handsome sword cultivator who has not lost three points in this year said softly: "It's okay to believe it, it's okay not to believe it.....

Shan Zhaoshui sighed.

"There is no reason in the world to know that he is not wrong, but he must be killed."

Shui Zaihua was not moved by the words of Shanzhaoshui, but turned his head away and said lightly: "Why can't there be?" ”

Shan Zhaoshui didn't refute, but said calmly: "You think you can have it, I don't think you can have it, both are naturally okay." ”

Therefore, in the story after the death of a certain military department Shangshu, the heavenly prison chose to stand still and turn a blind eye, and a certain demon mansion had to stand up.

It's just that he probably ignored such a Sword Sect that was supposed to be watched by the Heavenly Hell.

The Human Sword Sect and the young man are naturally in the same boat.

It's just that the attitude of such a Sword Sect in the world is often ambiguous.

It's like a certain sword cultivator who has slept on the Peach Blossom Creek Bridge for a thousand years - no one knows what he's thinking, maybe as Qing Xiang said, he is dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Festival, or maybe as he said to Kamigawa, it's a human not a dream, there is nothing that can't be done, so he just sleeps boringly like the world.

That sword cultivator, even if he died, was so dead that no one could understand it.

They didn't know what the hell he was going to do.

Shui Zaihua didn't speak, just looked at the night sky south of Huaidu for a long time, maybe some sword light, maybe some demonic power permeated, but in this vast capital, about far away like a spark.

"Are you still looking over there?"

Shan Zhaoshui asked, looking at the water in the bottle.

Shui Zaihuan said calmly: "If Huaidu is only one disciple of the Sword Sect, I will not only look over there, but may also go over in person." ”

It's a pity that Huaidu is naturally not alone.

There were many disciples of the Human Sword Sect on the inclined platform, waiting for an answer from a certain human emperor.

The meaning of the phrase water in the bottle is naturally obvious.

As a six-fold sword cultivator, Shan Zhaoshui was not his opponent.

It's just a pity that Huaidu has more than this sword called Shanzhaoshui.

Shan Zhaoshui smiled softly and said, "If I was the only one in Huaidu, I wouldn't have come to the Siwu Demon Mansion." ”

The two of them stood there for a long time, and did not continue to talk anything.

When certain decisions on the slanted platform became an established fact, many of the ideas of the squire could only be frustrated.

"Speaking of which, in fact, it's not just that young man who has some accounts to settle with the Lord in the waiting, but also the Human Sword Sect."

Shan Zhaoshui looked at the water in the bottle and said slowly.

Shui Zaihuan raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to talk about the battle in Nanyi City in March last year?" ”

Shan Zhao said quietly: "Yes." At that time, some disciples of the Sword Sect died, and 70,000 sword cultivators died in Lingnan. ”

Shui Zaihua just said lightly: "Those of you who are senior brothers may not be without responsibility. ”

Shan Zhaoshui said slowly: "It is a war in the world, and it should be Huaidu who makes a move first, unless Huaidu really can't deal with it, and then it is the turn of the cultivation world." ”

"At that time, the goddess returned to the world....."

"We don't know."

Shan Zhaoshui interrupted the water in the bottle, and said slowly: "We don't know, Lord Shizhong, Nanyi City Heavenly Prison once sent the story of the south to Huaidu, but it didn't give it to us. ”

Shui Zaihuan laughed softly and said: "Yes, Huai didn't move, but we naturally have our own arguments - for example, 300,000 Qingjia left Nanyi City and went deep into the north, and Huai Du had to take precautions against this. In fact, 300,000 Qingjia did hold such an idea, secretly coming from the East China Sea, planning to surprise Huaidu. It doesn't matter what I think, the mountains and rivers are shining, and Huaidu only needs to have such a reason. ”

Shan Zhaoshui fell silent.

After a long time, this sword cultivator said slowly: "It makes sense. ”

It does make sense.

For that story, there is naturally only the Human Sword Sect.

When the world first learned that 300,000 Qingjia had attacked Huaidu, some of the original doubts also fell silent.

Therefore, even if the intention of the water in the bottle was indeed to reduce the power of that Southern Sword Sect, the world would have nothing to say.

Shan Zhaoshui stood against the alley wall for a long time, and then looked at the water in the bottle and suddenly asked a question.

"What do you have to do with Li Shi in the mountains and rivers?"

Naturally, the suspicion of the mountains and rivers is not unreasonable.

In these chaotic situations in the world, all the decisions of Huaidu seem extremely suspicious.

And during the time that Kamigawa disappeared from the world, those decisions were naturally made by the white-clothed demon in front of him.

But Shui Zaihuan just said calmly: "It's okay, if I catch him, I will kill him too." ”

Shan Zhaoshui quietly looked at the water in the bottle for a long time, and did not continue to ask.

Shui Zaiju sighed softly and said slowly: "I think Your Majesty is a little merciful. ”

After hearing such a sentence, Shan Zhaoshui suddenly looked back at the south of the world.

This sword cultivator may suddenly understand where many of the suspicious attitudes of such a Huaidu subordinate came from.

The former dynasty Huai'an, the third emperor, the Huai Emperor who once smashed the River Styx.

When he was in Nanyi City, Yun Hu didn't know how to listen to the rumors in the world, and once guessed whether such a chaotic situation in the world was because His Majesty wanted to burn off the hidden dangers of the world.

The prime minister vetoed his idea.

Because Kamigawa wouldn't be such a person.

It's just that Kamigawa isn't.

Just because someone else isn't.

Shan Zhaoshui looked at the south quietly for a long time, and then turned back and looked at the white-clothed demon in front of him with a sigh.

"I see."

Sometimes it is not necessarily His Majesty who makes the decision.

It can also be water in a bottle.

As a subordinate servant above the court, equivalent to Huangliang Zaifu, he can naturally have enough power to decide the direction of the world.

Shan Zhaoshui sighed for a long time, and then continued: "So tonight's story, you are indeed a little anxious. ”

Shui Zaihua said calmly: "Yes, Your Majesty is coming back soon, and if you don't do some things, you probably won't have a chance in the future." ”

This white-clothed servant quietly looked at the night dome building south of Huaidu, where even the sparks had fallen silent, and turned around and headed towards the demon mansion.

"Don't think it's over."

Water in a bottle quietly walking down the long street.

"That boy under the umbrella...."

The water stopped in the middle of the street, and he looked back at the mountain and water, and his voice was cold.

"There's no way I'm going to let him go."

Shan Zhaoshui frowned, looked at the water in the bottle and said in a deep voice: "Why do you force people to a dead end? ”

Shui Zaihua just said lightly: "It's still the first sentence, you may believe him, but I don't believe it." A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and there is no need for the world to put himself in a situation that may overturn at any time because of the so-called benevolence. Compared to the so-called Nineteen Chapters of the Absolute Saint in the World, Li Shi's people are far less threatening to me than that young man. ”

The squire walked all the way until he came to a halt in the dark of the night.

"If it weren't for Huaidu's Liu Qinghe, that young man wouldn't have survived until now."

The door slowly opened and closed again.

Shan Zhaoshui stood there for a long time, looking at the mansion and frowning and thinking for a long time.

So what else is this waiter hiding?

......

The story of the night has settled.

Powder of snow falls quietly on the hanging streets.

Nandao sat under an umbrella and breathed quietly.

In the distance, there were many sounds of rustling.

The boy turned his head over the edge of the umbrella to look that way.

It is the people of many hells who are deeply robbed in the night.

These should have appeared in the story a long time ago, but the heavenly prison officials who were long overdue quietly shuttled through those streets and alleys.

Naturally, such a battle will not be able to be left until tomorrow, and it will not be cleaned up until everyone sees the blood.

Those people peeping in the window lattices will naturally spread something to the world, rather than letting Huaidu tell the world like a ruined battlefield.

Mei Xiyu stood there quietly, this Taoist had never left.

Just like the question asked by the South Island.

Enough of some things.

Of course, Mei Xiyu will not leave like Jiang Ye, after all, whether there are other arrangements in the Siwu Demon Mansion, everything is unknown.

Some people were packing up the things left over from the battle, while others were stepping on the fine snow that had been blown down by the wind and drifting down the hanging street, heading towards this hanging street.

When Nandao saw this scene, he frowned, and the parrot island behind him faintly had the meaning of being unsheathed.

"What does that mean?"

Mei Xiyu calmly looked at the black-robed heavenly prison officials who were coming towards the hanging street, and said slowly: "When these demon clans appear tonight, you must admit that for you now, the heavenly prison is the safest place. ”

Nandao stood up on the hanging street and looked at the Taoist in front of him for a long time.

It took a long time before the young man said slowly: "I can't believe Liu Qinghe." ”

Mei Xiyu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I can't trust him either, but you can believe in Qingtian Dao." ”

Nandao frowned and looked at Mei Xiyu and said, "What do you mean?" ”

Mei Xiyu said calmly: "I may be the next generation of Qingtian Dao Master, so it means that in this story, Qingtian Dao will stand behind you." ”

This may be a great deal of sincerity.

Although the young man wanted to believe the Taoist in front of him, just looking at the heavenly prison officials who were getting closer and closer to this hanging street, Nandao still raised his hand and held the peach blossom sword behind him.

It's just that Nandao is not Jiang Ye's opponent, and naturally it is even more impossible to be the opponent of this Daoist with four stacks of avenues.

The blue-black blade of the sword was covered with fine snow, but it also seemed to be condensed by the fine snow, embedded in the sheath of the horse, and could not be distinguished.

"It won't do you any good to draw your sword."

Mei Xiyu looked at Nandao quietly, and the wind on the hanging street blew slightly, blowing the Qingtian Dao robe swaggering.

"When the sword is unsheathed, the world will know many stories, Nandao."

Nandao stood silently on the hanging street, looking at the Taoist in front of him for a long time, and then slowly let go of his hand.