Xu Chunhua felt that the night was unusually long.

Sometimes when she looked up and saw some subtle changes in the night, she felt as if it was almost dawn.

Of course, the May day was like this, perhaps a moment ago it was drowsy, like a paper poured with ink soaked in water, and in the blink of an eye, the dim paper was painted with the colors of the morning glow evenly smeared on the sky at sunrise.

It's a pity that Xu Chunhua thought about it several times, and maybe deliberately lowered her head and waited several times.

The world is still very dark.

It's like paper that can't be washed with ink, like a person who can't wake up from a deep sleep.

The girl of the small town sat down a little tired on the stone steps of the street where the lantern still hung somewhere in Huaidu, and put the stick aside.

You have a friend, and I have a friend.

It's a pity that Xu Chunhua didn't find that 'friend' in the end.

The small-town girl was probably like a headless fly, wandering around the huge acacia until she was exhausted.

Xu Chunhua sat there quietly, but there were some very slow footsteps on the street.

The small town girl looked up and realized that it was the scholar she had met earlier.

The scholar stood not far away, stopped a little hesitantly, saw Xu Chunhua looking at him, turned his head to look at the long street, and said softly after a long time: "Have you found it?" ”

Xu Chunhua thought about it very seriously and said, "I don't know if I found it or if I have made a mistake." ”

When Zhu Congwen heard this, he looked at Xu Chunhua again.

He always felt that there seemed to be some hidden meaning in this sentence, as if he was telling a story for a long time, and it seemed that he was just talking about tonight.

The scholar stood there quietly, looking at the girl in the small town and thinking, Meixiyu is over there in the Siwu Demon Mansion, you are still far away from there, where did you miss it?

The scholar didn't say anything, just stood there silently, and after a long time he whispered, "That's really a pity." ”

Xu Chunhua looked at the scholar for a long time, and finally there was some doubt in her eyes.

"What about you, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Zhu Congwen sat down on the curb and said slowly, "Hmm..... I guess I still can't sleep. ”

This is also true, of course.

The scholars in the Siwu Demon Mansion heard a lot of things that shouldn't be like this.

Perhaps in the following days, it will be difficult for scholars to fall asleep comfortably.

Zhu Congwen sat there, turned his head to look at the small town girl on the side, and opened his mouth, maybe he wanted to find someone to tell some bizarre stories, but looking at the woman who was a little tired and rubbing her calves with her eyes down, Zhu Congwen still didn't say anything.

"People like Mei Zhenren will definitely not live in ordinary places."

The scholar who turned his head suddenly said something like this.

Xu Chunhua was stunned and looked at the scholar.

Zhu Congwen didn't look at Xu Chunhua's gaze, just sat on the side of the road and said slowly: "I heard that it is Mei Zhenren's junior brother, and it is the former military squire Liu March, the one who has been dead for a year." ”

The scholar spoke to himself in some incoherent terms.

"Maybe he'll live there."

Zhu Congwen felt as if he had said something related to the two stories in one breath.

But nothing was said.

Xu Chunhua suddenly had some clues.

Liu March, she has naturally seen it.

Such a Taoist who was born in the small town at the foot of Qingtian Dao Mountain is naturally similar in age to Xu Chunhua.

It's just that the years are probably too long, and this small town girl doesn't remember whether she was a friend of such a Taoist when she was a child.

But of course, I have heard and seen it.

He is indeed Mei Xiyu's junior brother.

It is indeed a squire of the Huaidu Military Department.

Xu Chunhua sat there and thought for a long time, then looked at Zhu Congwen, who was also sitting on the side of the street not far away, and asked, "But where did Liu March live?" ”

Zhu Congwen turned his head and looked at the small town girl quietly, talking to himself in his heart.

You see, I didn't tell her where that Taoist was.

I just told her something that a lot of people knew.

So Zhu Congwen breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, looked at the smooth, although not wet, but also able to carry some of the world's lights of the bluestone slabs, and said softly: "In the east of the city, the Wuwu Demon Mansion is there." ”

The town girl didn't speak for a long time.

Maybe hesitating, too.

The scholar lowered his head and thought for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage, raised his head to look over there, and said, "Why don't I take you over the .....?"

It wasn't until he saw the empty stone steps under the lantern that the scholar realized he was wrong.

Of course, the girl did not hesitate, she just walked too crisply and lightly.

In the distance, there was a skirt on the side of the street, which was sinking in the night.

The scholar sat there quietly, then smiled softly and continued, "Go ahead. ”

Zhu Congwen stood up and looked south.

He probably guessed that there would be some story going on tonight.

It's just that the scholar just wants to go to sleep seriously now.

.......

When Xu Chunhua was really like a seaside tide at night, and when she walked to the side of Siwufang, she suddenly remembered what the young man had told her about her friend.

The friend that Nanjima said seems to be in the middle of the day.

Xu Chunhua stood at the entrance of Siwufang, looking at this area of the city that had always been dominated by demon clans, but she still stopped with some hesitation.

Xu Chunhua vaguely remembered that the boy should have said that the villains in those stories were the people of the Siwu Demon Mansion.

Sleepless all night and facing the panic between the world and the demon clan, this small town girl is a little confused in her head.

Maybe it's really getting brighter this time, and there are gradually some pedestrians walking in the early hours of the morning.

Xu Chunhua looked at those who didn't know whether it was the demon clan or the world, and didn't know whether she should put down the stick that made her look weird, or continue to hold it.

If those demons are willing to show their long-eared donkey tails.

Xu Chunhua stood on the side of the street, thinking.

It might be better if they were willing to expose the characteristics of those who belonged to the demon clan and distinguish them from the world.

Just like at the beginning of this year, when this small town girl was looking for Meixi rain everywhere in Huaidu.

The world is divided, sometimes walking on the street, you will see many demon clans walking there with distinctive characteristics, and Xu Chunhua at that time did not feel panicked when she walked through the flow of people.

Maybe there's a sense of novelty like walking in a foreign country.

Xu Chunhua thought about it for a while, and the uneasiness in her heart finally dissipated a little, stood at the entrance of the neighborhood and looked around, and then continued to hold the stick and walk towards the middle of the neighborhood.

I didn't know that some of the stories had ended, and the small town girl was still seriously there thinking about helping the boy.

Absenteeism today is counted.

Xu Chunhua thought while looking up at the number plates on both sides of the neighborhood.

The small-town girl was very serious about looking for that friend in the South Island.

Since Nandao's friend is also here, as long as you find him, you will definitely be able to know where a certain Qingtian Daoist is.

The girl from the town stood on the side of the street and watched, and then went all the way forward.

Suddenly, the courtyard door opened, startling the small town girl who was there with a stick and identifying the stain on the number plate.

The man was also startled.

"What are you doing?"

The rhetoric is very serious and heavy.

As if she had done something wrong, the girl hurriedly took two steps back, pointed to the house number and whispered, "I can't see it clearly, I want to get it." ”

The person, or the demon to be precise, the demon turned his head to look to the side, his expression calmed a little, but he still looked at Xu Chunhua with some doubts.

"What do you think of this?"

Xu Chunhua said softly: "I'm looking for someone." ”

The man said nothing, closed the courtyard door, and walked off into the distance.

Xu Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't lean over to look again, looking all the way, the small town girl probably knew where the yard of that friend in the South Island was.

Hold the stick and walk all the way over.

When Xu Chunhua looked up and saw the Siwu Demon Mansion across the street, she was startled, and repeatedly confirmed it several times, making sure that she was indeed not going wrong, but she was a little hesitant in her heart.

How could a friend of the South Island live so close to the Siwu Demon Mansion?

Wouldn't that be able to see the waiter who might do all the evil as soon as he went out?

Xu Chunhua looked back at the courtyard, and then turned back to look at the demon mansion.

But I happened to see a young man dressed in white, accompanied by his subordinates, walking out of the demon mansion.

The man seemed to be looking this way.

Although Xu Chunhua was a little flustered, she didn't think much about it, after all, where in the world would there be such a young servant?

The man looked younger than the scholar.

Maybe it's the son of the house?

Xu Chunhua turned her head and didn't care about those things anymore.

Whether it is a waiter or a demon clan, that kind of story is extremely far away from such a small town girl who is a little cook in Huaidu.

If she doesn't go to the restaurant today, the demon clan will not rebel because of this, she works diligently in the restaurant every day, and the lord will not praise her by name in the court.

If it weren't for the boy in Chen He's book—Xu Chunhua thought.

If it weren't for the helpless teenager who looked a little lonely under the umbrella.

What do those stories in the world have to do with her?

You don't have to run for a small mess, you can't run for a big mess.

Xu Chunhua walked forward, stopped at the gate of the courtyard, put the stick in her hand aside, and then brushed the corners of her skirt that were some of the morning breeze blowing. Xu Chunhua stood on the front steps of the door and knocked on the door very cautiously.

Anyway, if you live here, will there often be people from the demon clan knocking on the door to find fault?

The sound of the brass ring striking the wooden door was very dull.

Compared to the majestic Siwu Demon Mansion across the street, such a courtyard is a little pitiful.

So those dull voices should be heard by the people in the courtyard.

If you can live in such a place, there should always be a subordinate.

But why didn't anyone come and open the door?

Xu Chunhua knocked on the door for a while, and then waited for a long time, but no one came.

The town girl stood there in silence, holding the brass ring on the door again, and knocking on the courtyard door that looked to be some years old.

It's just that such a courtyard is as if the building is empty, and there is no sound.

Could it be that the teenager's friend lied to him?

Xu Chunhua stood there with some confusion.

The town girl waited there for a long time, and some footsteps sounded behind her.

Or maybe you are in the wrong place?

Xu Chunhua thought so, so she turned around.

"This ....."

The small town girl's words were not finished, and after seeing the appearance of the person 'passing by' behind her, Xu Chunhua stood there in a daze.

There were a few beads of blood on the robe of the Qingtian Dao Dao, and it was swaying uneasily in the morning breeze.

......

Gu Xiaoer found early in the morning that Zhu Congwen, who didn't know where to go yesterday, was dozing off on the table in the noodle restaurant.

The sky outside had not yet fully lit up, and it was hazy, just like the world in a picture scroll.

At this time, there will naturally be no customers in the noodle restaurant.

Gu Xiaoer didn't wake up Zhu Congwen, but went straight to the back kitchen, planning to give himself a bowl of noodles to eat first.

Probably the scholar was also a little hungry in his sleep, Gu Xiaoer went into the back kitchen and worked for a while, then he saw the curtain in the back kitchen lifted, the scholar leaned there listlessly, his eyes were half-squinted and half-open, and he didn't look at Gu Xiaoer, but just said, "Bring me a bowl too, Brother Gu." ”

Gu Xiaoer responded, and then looked at Zhu Congwen, who was going to find a table to lie down, and stopped him.

"Where did you go last night?"

Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, then he opened his eyes, looked at the stoves that were gradually getting hot, and said softly: "Heavenly Hell, and the Wuwu Demon Mansion." ”

Gu Xiaoer looked at him with some astonishment, but the water in front of him had already boiled, so he still put the noodles in first, and then walked to the door, looked at Zhu Congwen and asked, "What are you doing in those places?" ”

Zhu Congwen just sighed and said, "It's better than staying in a noodle restaurant and not knowing anything." ”

Gu Xiaoer stood there and looked at Zhu Congwen for a long time, and then walked back, looking at the noodles in the pot that were gushing with the boiling water, but he also said quite agreeably: "Yes." ”

Zhu Congwen continued to go to the noodle restaurant and lay on his stomach.

I didn't sleep yesterday, and I experienced something that wasn't very good.

It is indeed difficult for this scholar to get up in high spirits today.

Gu Xiaoer quickly brought out two bowls of noodles, and the two sat in the corner of the noodle restaurant, chatting and eating noodles without a match.

Gu Xiaoer wanted to ask Zhu Congwen if he would not come to the noodle restaurant in the future, but he looked at the scholar's somewhat listless appearance, but he still didn't ask after all.

After all, whether to stay or not to stay is always easy to sigh.

Gradually, other juniors came to the noodle shop.

There are also more customers here.

The heat of the noodle soup washed away the cold air of the early morning.

probably noticed that Zhu Congwen's spirit was not good today, and Gu Xiaoer didn't dare to ask him to serve noodles, but just let him stay in the back kitchen, where he washed vegetables and dishes.

The scholar didn't say much, sitting in the backyard riding a small bench was a rare and quiet appearance.

It's just that it didn't take long for Gu Xiaoer and them in the back kitchen to talk with a frightened expression.

Maybe it was because the kitchen was too noisy, but Zhu Congwen, who was blowing the wind alone in the backyard, didn't hear what they were talking about.

It wasn't until Gu Xiaoer walked towards the backyard with a solemn expression that Zhu Congwen seemed to realize something, and looked back at the big brother in Xiao Er.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Xiaoer hesitated for a long time, and then asked hesitantly, "Last night, you went to the Heavenly Hell and the Siwu Demon Mansion?" ”

This is what Zhu Congwen said to Gu Xiaoer at the beginning, and the noodle restaurant was still very quiet at that time, so naturally there was no situation where he missed or didn't hear clearly.

It's just that Gu Xiaoer still asked cautiously.

Zhu Congwen also realized that something was wrong, stopped choosing vegetables in his hand, looked at Gu Xiaoer and asked, "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

Gu Xiaoer hesitated for a while before he said softly: "There are noodle-eating guests from the south of the city talking about something there......

"What's the matter?"

"Last night, there was a street in the south of the city, and a lot of people from the Demon Mansion died. It is said that there was blood and corpses everywhere, and the people of the heavenly prison worked all night without cleaning it up. ”

Zhu Congwen stood there in a daze, as if he had suddenly sobered up, and asked a little nervously, "What else?" ”

Gu Xiaoer said hesitantly: "I heard that it was killed by some sword cultivators, it seems to be a teenager, maybe there are other people, I don't know...... You know ......"

Gu Xiaoer didn't finish speaking, just looked at the scholar in front of him for a long time.

Sometimes, even Gu Xiaoer can't help but suspect that many things may have a lot to do with the scholar in front of him.

For example, when the scholar went to the Siwu Demon Mansion and came back to tell him an unknown story, the next day the military department Shangshu died.

And this time, it is said that in the south of the city, many demon cultivators with a high realm died.

It just so happened that last night, the scholar went to the Siwu Demon Mansion again.

Zhu Congwen was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know either." Neither Liu Bai Ape nor the servants of the sect have said anything......"

Maybe everything is too coincidental, the last time the military department Shangshu died, Zhu Congwen may know something, but this time, the scholar really didn't know anything.

It's just that I think of the several meetings with the Taoist and the boy in the noodle shop.

This scholar may be able to guess many things.

"What about the boy?"

Zhu Congwen looked at Gu Xiaoer and asked such a question.

Gu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "I heard that he was taken away by Heavenly Hell. ”

Zhu Congwen sat there in silence for a long time, then lowered his head again, picked up the dead leaves in the vegetable leaves in front of him, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it has nothing to do with you." ”

Gu Xiaoer looked at the scholar in front of him for a long time, probably because he was surprised that the scholar was talking about you and not us.

"What about you?"

Zhu Congwen picked out the black dead leaves and threw them into the corner, and said calmly: "I don't know." Maybe it will matter, or maybe it won't. ”

When Gu Xiaoer heard this, he actually knew the answer to a question he hadn't asked before.

After a long time, he said softly: "The soldier squire? ”

Zhu Congwen raised his head, quietly looked at the courtyard for a long time, and said slowly: "Maybe." ”