Nandao didn't speak, just quietly looked at Liu Qinghe across the low table.

The one in a gold-patterned black robe, if he sat with a serious expression, he would probably look like an angry King Kong, and Liu Qinghe just smiled.

The flask on the table began to sizzle hot.

So the man stood up, walked to the side of the pear tree, looked at the eyebrow-raising branches, and calmly picked the last pear blossoms.

"I heard that you like to drink peach blossom wine."

Liu Qinghe picked the pear blossoms while smiling and said, "Actually, sometimes pear blossom wine is also okay, you can taste it." ”

Nandao's pupils contracted suddenly.

What made the boy's expression change was naturally not pear blossom wine.

It's that sentence, I heard that you like to drink peach blossom wine very much.

This means that the Heavenly Prison Master in front of him actually knows the young man in front of him, or the young man's past.

Nanjima looked deeply at the tall man who was picking pear blossoms there.

If everything is known, then Liu Qinghe's ambiguous attitude of pretending not to know is naturally very interesting.

Nan Dao didn't ask Liu Qinghe how he knew that he liked to drink peach blossom wine, but just withdrew his gaze and sat there quietly, looking at the wine jug in front of him.

That pot has probably been boiled with tea, so it has not only the aroma of wine, but also the aroma of tea.

If tea can cure hangover, then wouldn't it be a thousand cups of tea in wine not to get drunk?

It's probably like eating and pulling anyway, so if I pull while eating, I'll never die.

Liu Qinghe returned here with the pear blossoms, lifted the lid, poured all the pear blossoms in his hand into the pot, and then put the lid back on.

The two of them continued to sit quietly opposite each other.

"I don't believe it."

Nandao said calmly.

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "So it's not that we don't believe you, it's just that you don't believe that we will believe you." ”

The boy just said, "There's no reason for that. ”

"You have a junior brother, he doesn't want to offend you, he doesn't want you to resent many things, so he has lived in Lingnan for a long time and wants you to be a good person."

Liu Qinghe said calmly, looking at the young man in front of him.

"Why can't I do that?"

"Whether it's a fine snow sword, or a wind and snow sword. If I don't fall into the world, I can ignore it. ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, and then looked deeply at Liu Qinghe.

"Heavenly Hell doesn't seem to be like that."

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.

"You're not like the rest of them. All are delusional, but you ....."

The man raised his head and seemed to look at the heavenly dome in the world with great emotion, the heavenly dome divided by the hanging streets, and the heavenly dome cut off by high-rise buildings.

"Nandao, you are the real one who is possible."

"So the world is full of wildfires, wind and rain all day long, but it seems that they have nothing to do with you."

Nandao fell silent.

The people of the River Sect hadn't seen it for a long time.

It seems that the people of hell have also died down.

It is clear that the world is full of fire and water, but he seems to be outside all stories.

It's like a little Lingnan sword cultivator standing by the Nanyi River thinking about those things stupidly.

Liu Qinghe looked at the young man in front of him for a long time.

"So apart from the story of this umbrella, you can of course choose everything else."

It is not surprising that Liu Qinghe will know the story under the umbrella.

Compared to my own like to drink peach blossom wine.

The story of the wind and snow shrouded under this umbrella, in fact, there are not a few people in the world who know it.

"If you are not in the Heavenly Hell and can't see the Master of the Heavenly Works Division, it naturally has nothing to do with me, but since you are here, whether you go or not, I naturally need to ask for your opinion."

Liu Qinghe smiled and said, "I don't want you to hold a grudge against me. ”

The South Island sat quietly.

The aroma of pear blossom boiled sake gradually spreads.

Some of the flowers are about to fall out, so they are about to bear fruit.

Nandao looked up at the few white flowers, but he also remembered the white flowers in his divine sea that were also about to fall.

Of course, he could guess why Liu Qinghe would say that he didn't want to hold a grudge against him.

If Tsing Yi had some enmity when he was begging in the world, those people probably wouldn't want to be remembered by such a person.

"Master of the Heavenly Division...."

"Song Yingxin, his name is Song Yingxin."

Nan Dao raised his eyes and glanced at Liu Qinghe, who seemed to be very patient, and continued: "Why is Lord Song interested in me? ”

Liu Qinghe looked at the umbrella quietly and said calmly: "Because he is very interested in this scabbard." ”

Nandao looked up at the umbrella quietly.

This umbrella was made by the boy's father, the best blacksmith in the East China Sea, who had not heard from anyone, and some people said it was a sword, and some people said it was a scabbard.

But in any case, the meaning is probably the same - there are only unsheathed swords in the world, but there will be no unsheathed sheaths.

The boy just hid his sword in his body.

Liu Qinghe raised his hand and pointed to the edge of the young man's umbrella.

Nan Dao didn't understand what Liu Qinghe meant, so he looked at this scene in amazement, on the pitch-black matte umbrella surface, many originally silent sword intents, at that moment, seemed to come to life, towards the fingertips of this Heavenly Prison Master.

The boy was startled, stood up with an umbrella, stepped back, and looked at the man in front of him with horror.

There is a sword intent on the umbrella, and Nandao naturally knows about it.

It's just that those sword intents attached to the umbrella are difficult for the young man to draw out, and he can only take down some sword intent from Qiu Xi'er.

However, the Heavenly Prison Master in front of him calmly withdrew those sword intents.

Nandao looked at Liu Qinghe with a shocked face, the young man had not had such a look for a long time.

"How did you do that?"

Liu Qinghe just sat there with a slight smile, looking at the ancient and sharp sword intent at his fingertips, and said softly: "There is nothing unusual, you also know, the Heavenly Hell Sword Cultivation, if it is not from the major sword cultivation places in the world, then it is often the sword of the Sharpening Sword Cliff of Cultivation." ”

This is the secretary of the human emperor who belongs directly to one of the three swords in the world.

Nandao fell silent.

Liu Qinghe didn't care about the young man's surprise, he just quietly looked at the sword intent at his fingertips.

"There is sword intent, and so is the umbrella, but how did the blacksmith cast such things together......

Liu Qinghe looked at Nandao.

This is probably something that the world does not understand. Song Yingxin will be curious, and naturally it is a matter of course. ”

Nandao has long stood on the path of the pear blossom courtyard.

Liu Qinghe looked at it for a long time, and then crushed the sword intent in his fingertips - this scene also shocked the young man's heart.

The wine on the low table is boiled, and if it is boiled again, it will probably burn the mouth.

Liu Qinghe, who casually crushed the sword intent, lifted the wine pot off the stove, turned over the tea bowl, and poured a bowl for each of them.

The boy was silent for a long time, then sat down again.

Pear blossom boiled sake may indeed have a different flavor.

It's just that the teenager has no intention of tasting it.

In the past, he always thought he was mysterious enough.

It wasn't until he appeared in this courtyard that he realized that he was actually hiding nothing.

The boy didn't drink, after all, he held an umbrella in one hand, and if he had to drink with the other, then he wouldn't have a sword in his hand.

Perhaps, as the grass said for the firefly, if you drink too much, you will have more hands.

But something like drunkenness needs to be brewed.

Liu Qinghe didn't care, just calmly drank his bowl of wine, then put the wine bowl back on the table, stood up, and turned around and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

"It's up to you to decide whether to go or not."

Nandao didn't speak, just sat there for a long time.

It wasn't until the wide black robe disappeared at the end of the falling pear blossoms that the young man slowly picked up the wine in front of him and drank it quietly.

The story is never fluffy.

Some people are always very honest and tell a lot of truths.

It's just that the boy understands in his heart.

Everything is naturally planned.

Then Liu Qinghe, or Le Chaotian, who stayed in Lingnan, or at the beginning of all the stories, woke up from a dream on the river bridge and reminded himself of the white-clothed sword cultivator who held the umbrella tightly.

What are they all up to?

No one answered the question in the boy's mind.

It's just that many white flowers are falling quietly.

The same is true in the sea of gods.

......

You Chunshan didn't remember how he walked into the house with many strange utensils.

If Chen He were here, he would find that the key components of the Tianyan car, which he was so proud of, were eating dust in the corner.

In addition to the middle-aged man with lenses on his eyes who first came to open the door for him, there was also an old man with a very serious expression sitting in the room.

Maybe the two of them were arguing about something.

There was a table leaning against the window, full of cluttered drawings.

The middle-aged man who opened the door for him at the beginning walked in after You Chunshan walked in, and walked out and paced in the courtyard, as if to calm his emotions.

You Chunshan then looked at the old man with a serious expression with some apprehension.

To a certain extent, arguing is not necessarily a bad thing.

At least it shows that the two people in the room, like him, are all worldly people, not cultivators.

It is rare for a practitioner to have such a heated argument.

After all, you can do it with as little pressure as possible.

It's just that You Chunshan is still a little nervous, after all, he is not a big demon in the world who has drunk wine for a thousand years in the south, went to see the doctor, and found that he had drunkenness, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

He is sick and will really die.

"My lord...."

You Chunshan didn't know whether he should be called an adult or a doctor, of course, a doctor could also be a doctor.

"Sit down."

The old man's expression was still serious.

You Chunshan shut up, sat down beside him, and then stretched out his hand very consciously.

The old man didn't take his pulse, but just sat there and watched him for a long time.

Although You Chunshan didn't know what he was doing, he still sat there honestly.

It was a long time before the old man glanced at the table beside him and pulled out a small pillow from behind him.

"Put your hands on it."

You Chunshan obediently did so.

The yard was calm.

In addition to the footsteps of the middle-aged man outside, there was only the sound of You Chunshan's own breathing and heartbeat.

The young man in the East China Sea was beating fast, looking at the old man in front of him, he actually wanted to ask himself what the question was, but looking at his frowning appearance, he didn't dare to speak.

After a long time, it was probably the old man who was indeed the doctor who finally withdrew his hand, You Chunshan was about to ask, but the old man suddenly got up and walked towards the door, and then closed the door.

The two of them might have been talking something outside the door.

You Chunshan was so nervous that he had some tinnitus, but he still didn't hear anything clearly.

It was a long time before the door was reopened.

The one who came in turned into the middle-aged man.

This should be the master of the Tiangong Division?

You Chunshan looked at the man a little nervously.

From the time His Majesty Qingtian Dao gave him a sword of sword intent as a certificate, You Chunshan realized that the problem on his body might indeed be very big.

Song Yingxin sat back at the table and looked at You Chunshan quietly for a long time, the meaning in that gaze was very complicated.

You Chunshan was a little stammered when he saw it.

"Big... Big.... My lord...."

Song Yingxin looked at You Chunshan for a long time, and then said softly: "You have cold bone disease. ”

You Chunshan looked at Song Yingxin blankly, he had never heard of the name cold bone disease, and he didn't know what it meant for a while.

"What is cold bone syndrome?"

Song Yingxin may also be a little hesitant.

The old man who went out before walked in, I don't know where to find some case files, looked at them as he walked, glanced at the appearance of the two, and said very calmly: "It's that in the future, you will slowly lose control of your body, first your limbs will be weak, then slowly atrophy, and finally you will die of respiratory failure." ”

You Chunshan banged in his head, knocked over the stool and stood up, looking at the two of them left and right at a loss.

"That's... How should that be cured? ”

The old man looked at the thick medical books and cases, and said lightly: "There is no cure, you have now entered the onset stage, and you can only wait for death slowly." ”

The old man's words were very cold.

Perhaps because he is accustomed to life and death, the tone of the doctor in the world is always calm and unwavering.

Song Yingxin may also feel that the old man's tone was too cold, and glanced at him, but the old man just looked at the case file by himself.

You Chunshan said in a bit of a panic: "Is there a doctor who can cure it in other places in Huaidu?" ”

Song Yingxin said slowly: "He is the best doctor in Huaidu, Baizhu." ”

You Chunshan was silent suddenly, but suddenly remembered something, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and still asked with a glimmer of hope: "But Your Majesty can't let me come here for no reason.....

Song Yingxin fell silent.

Baizhu, who was flipping through the medical book on the side, stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at this young man from the East China Sea quietly.

You Chunshan looked at the two of them with some confusion.

After a long time, Bai Zhu put the medical book in his hand on the table, turned around and walked towards the door.

"It's up to you."

Song Yingxin sat there quietly, and after a long time, the master of the Tiangong Division stood up, looked at You Chunshan and said calmly: "You come with me." ”

You Chunshan stood up coldly, looked at the man who was going to the door, and hurriedly chased after him, perhaps because of the water vapor in the Tiangong Division, but You Chunshan fell for no reason, and when he stood up, he was already shaking like a sieve, and followed the man all the way in a panic.

This is a trail that leads to the back of the hospital.

There is a door at the end of the trail, and I don't know where it leads.

You Chunshan felt that maybe that was the door of his fate.

The door opened, but there was nothing behind it, just a path that continued downward.

You Chunshan silently followed Song Yingxin forward.

The mist is steaming all the way, and I don't know where it leads.

The two of them walked for a long time, and finally stopped at a cliff that had been carved out of the cliff.

There was no road ahead, and there was still a high distance from the buildings that Yu Chaoyun described as stoves.

Song Yingxin stopped there, and then quietly looked at everything below.

This young man from the East China Sea stood there very blankly, with a red light everywhere and a dull sound, like some mountain fire that was accumulating strength and could burst out at any time.

It seems that one moment I was still in a worldly, earthly story, and the next moment, everything became mysterious.

It took a long time before You Chunshan looked at the master of the Tiangong Division standing in front of him, and said softly, "What did the adults bring me here for?" ”

Song Yingxin turned his head and glanced at the young man behind him, then turned back and said slowly: "Do you know Dao Sheng's "Supplement to the Human World"? ”

Compared with the "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox", which everyone in the world knows, for the world, "The Supplement to the World" may indeed not be too well-known.

You Chunshan thought seriously for a long time, shook his head, and said blankly: "I don't know." ”

Maybe he couldn't understand why such a Heavenly Engineer Master, who represented the height of the world, would suddenly mention the Dao scroll of the cultivation world.

Song Yingxin stood there and said softly: "That is the last Taoist book left by Hanguguan to the world. There are many records of the exposition of the Great Dao. ”

You Chunshan stood there puzzled, not knowing what this meant.

Song Yingxin quietly looked into the distance.

You Chunshan followed his gaze, only to find that in the distance where the mist was steaming, there was a faint mountain cliff, and there seemed to be many extremely hidden things hidden on the cliff.

So there is no way to there on earth.

Or the road was hidden—You Chunshan vaguely saw some iron cables in the fog.

"The Tiangong Division has cracked one of the pages."

Song Yingxin whispered, pressing it on a raised stone somewhere on the side.

A loud, dull voice rang out beyond the cliff.

Just as You Chunshan thought, countless iron cables tightened, lifting a silent hanging road to the edge of the cliff.

The young man from the East China Sea listened to those vague narratives, and still didn't understand what the master of the Heavenly Crafts Division in front of him wanted to say.

Song Yingxin just turned around in those dull voices, looked at You Chunshan quietly, and said slowly as if word by word.

"The way to salvation is on the other side."

You Chunshan's eyes widened suddenly, and at this moment, he finally remembered what the person in front of him said to him when he stepped into that courtyard earlier.

"Do you want to become an immortal?"

Before the advent of the twelfth floor, the world had never had the concept of immortals.

Some people may say that it is a mountain man.

Some people may say that they are crazy.

You Chunshan didn't know what it was, but he sincerely believed that the master of the Tiangong Division in front of him was probably crazy.

You Chunshan looked at the worldly middle-aged man in front of him in a daze.

It took a long time before he said, "Then why don't you go?" ”

Song Yingxin was very calm.

"We just have speculation about those things, and there is no empirical evidence, and besides, I'm not sick, I still have a way forward. But you don't. ”

The master of the Heavenly Crafts turned and walked towards the way he came.

"Maybe that's why His Majesty wants you to come here."

"Go over there, Baizhu will help you."

Song Yingxin stopped halfway, looked back at You Chunshan who was standing there hesitantly, and then crossed him and looked at the distant mist of water - it was not necessarily steaming water.

"If the immortal defined by the world can be expounded exactly, then, You Chunshan."

"You may be the first immortal in the world."

"Of course, it may not be anything, but die on the other side."