May 17, 1004 in the Great Wind Calendar.

When people began to get used to the stagnant appearance of Huaidu, and walked quietly in the streets and alleys in the morning, they suddenly heard a very familiar roar.

Then the next moment, the streets and alleys of the world began to settle and soar rapidly, and the figure of the demon guard appeared on the street, but those black-robed heavenly prison officials slowly left those streets and alleys.

Gu Xiaoer had a rag hanging on his shoulder, and he stood at the door of the noodle restaurant very curiously and watched.

About today, the people of Huaidu are looking at this Huaidu that has been absent for half a month and has started to circulate again.

For most people in the world, perhaps the story of May, except for the death of the military department Shangshu, only the stagnation of Huaidu can be regarded as a major event.

There may also be a bizarre story that happened in the south of the city, where neither the Heavenly Hell nor the Siwu Demon Mansion came forward to explain.

Gu Xiaoer may know a little more, but it won't be much.

Anyway, when he saw that the streets and alleys of Huaidu were still changing in the morning sun, he still had a sense of stability in his heart after all.

After all, people like them, after watching Huaidu, which has been running for so many years, suddenly stopped like this one day, and they don't know how long it will stop, and they are always a little uneasy in their hearts.

Gu Xiaoer had a smile on his face, lowered the curtain, and walked back to the noodle shop.

At the alternating node of the rule of the Heavenly Hell of Maochen and the rule of the Demon Clan, there have always been no customers in the noodle restaurant.

So a lot of people were resting and chatting there.

Zhu Congwen finished washing the dishes, wiped his hands and walked out of the back kitchen.

"Huai is back to normal."

Gu Xiaoer's tone and expression were indescribably happy.

After the turmoil, there is naturally a strong peace of mind to live in the stories that you are accustomed to.

Zhu Congwen was not as happy as Gu Xiaoer, he just glanced out the window quietly, looked at the long streets that had been restructured, just smiled softly, and said, "It's good." ”

For Gu Xiaoer, it is naturally a very good thing.

When Huaidu suddenly came to a standstill, they thought that even Huaidu would be as unable to settle down as the rest of the world.

Although it is true that Huaidu may not be really peaceful these days.

It's just that those things are things that have nothing to do with the vast majority of people.

At most, it's just a discussion at the wine table about what happened in the Demon Mansion at Noon.

The story of Seongnam is indeed impossible to hide.

People speculate whether the attendant in a certain demon mansion is already anxious - for many people, it is naturally a bit of a joy, after all, that adult is not a world, but a demon clan.

The story between the two tribes was remembered again by the world when the mountain fire ignited in the world.

It's just that the scholar in the noodle restaurant who said that he was very good, but he knew that the waiter might not be as anxious and frowning as the world imagined.

How could someone who could talk to himself so calmly about those things that night not know the reaction of the human world after the Wuwu Demon Mansion made those things?

Zhu Congwen stood by the window for a long time, looking at the happy pedestrians outside the window.

Gu Xiaoer walked over and looked at Zhu Congwen for a long time, but he didn't say anything, he naturally knew that some stories might have ended for the world, but for this scholar, it was far from it.

The two stood there for a long time, and someone lifted the curtain and walked in.

Gu Xiaoer turned around and asked with a smile on his face, "What .....do you want from the guest officer?"

He stopped halfway through the sentence.

Zhu Congwen turned his head strangely, but his face was also a little surprised.

Naturally, the people who came were not ordinary customers who came to eat noodles, and if they were ordinary people, the few people in the noodle restaurant probably wouldn't have become so weird.

It was a ministry.

Gu Xiaoer silently glanced back at Zhu Congwen, then looked back at the official of the Ministry of Officials, and said softly, "Is there something wrong with my lord?" ”

The official looked around at the somewhat apprehensive people in the noodle restaurant around the week, and then his eyes stopped at Zhu Congwen by the window.

"The one thousand and three years of the Hanging Academy's student Zhu Congwen?"

Zhu Congwen also calmed down, saluted the man, and said, "Yes, my lord." ”

The man didn't say much, just nodded and said, "Let me go." ”

With that, the man turned around, lifted the curtain and walked out.

Gu Xiaoer glanced at Zhu Congwen with some concern, hesitated a little, but hurriedly chased him out.

Zhu Congwen was very calm, standing by the window and sorting out his clothes - after all, he was still washing dishes and doing chores in the back kitchen.

"I don't know if it's convenient for adults to reveal, is it because of this time?"

Gu Xiaoer's voice came in from outside the noodle shop.

Although the official looked a little uncomfortable, his tone was not too bad, and he just said, "The stakes are very high, so don't ask around." ”

Gu Xiaoer was obviously a little unwilling, and was still asking something, but Zhu Congwen had already walked out, grabbed Gu Xiaoer, pushed him towards the noodle restaurant, smiled, and said, "Brother Gu, don't worry, it's okay." ”

Gu Xiaoer sighed and glanced at Zhu Congwen silently, who walked up the long street with the official and gradually disappeared into the flow of people.

The remaining Xiao Er in the noodle shop also poked his head out and looked at Gu Xiao Er there.

"Second brother?"

Gu Xiaoer was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "Maybe it's really okay." ”

"How do you know?"

Gu Xiaoer said softly: "Because he looks a little polite, it stands to reason that he shouldn't be so polite." ”

So why so polite?

Gu Xiaoer didn't say anything more.

There seemed to be some scholar-like people walking in the long street.

The group watched for a long time and returned to the noodle shop, but before they could talk about it, someone lifted the curtain again and walked in.

This time, when a few people saw the two people who came in, their expressions were obviously solemn.

One person is from the Criminal Department, and several people have seen it at the beginning, while the other person is from Dali Temple.

As the eldest brother, Gu Xiaoer greeted him again and asked cautiously, "What are the two adults doing?" ”

"What about Zhu Congwen?"

The official from the Criminal Department looked at Gu Xiaoer and asked.

Gu Xiaoer hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "I was just in Fangcai, and I was taken away by the adults of other departments." Don't the two adults know? ”

The two men looked at each other, but they didn't say anything, just hurried back and forth.

The people in the noodle restaurant waited silently for a long time, until they were sure that there really wouldn't be any heavenly prison guards coming out, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone looked at Gu Xiaoer curiously and asked, "What are the people from Dali Temple looking for Zhu Congwen for?" ”

Gu Xiaoer stood by the window and watched, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Good question, what are they looking for Zhu Congwen for?" ”

Probably not looking for Zhu Congwen for the sake of Zhu Congwen.

Maybe it has something to do with a certain squire-squire or something about the south of the city.

It's just obvious that Shui Zaihuan is the highest governor of Menxia Province, except for Heavenly Hell and Your Majesty, whether it is the Criminal Department, or Dali Temple, they all have no right to be directly accountable, so they can only start from elsewhere.

Gu Xiaoer felt that he might have vaguely guessed something, but after all, these things had nothing to do with him, and he couldn't touch them, so he picked up the rag again and wiped the table there.

......

With the disappearance of those heavenly prison officials in the streets and alleys of Huaidu, it also means the end of the rule of heavenly prison that lasted for more than half a month.

Heavenly Hell will no longer take over Huaidu, and naturally everything will return to its duties.

Dali Temple is located in the north of Huaidu, and the original military department Shangshu Mansion is not too far away, but with the stagnation of Huaidu at the beginning, such a division has been stranded under the underground dome of Huaidu for a long time.

Dali Siqing and the Ministry of Shangshu are of the same age, roughly speaking, they are the same group of people.

However, the two are probably not old acquaintances, otherwise the puzzling thing that today probably wouldn't have happened.

Dali Siqing, who was handling affairs in the yazhong, naturally had a headache when he learned that the officials had taken Zhu Congwen away first.

Today's Huaidu these things, Dali Temple is actually unwilling to get involved.

One is the Heavenly Hell, the other is the Siwu Demon Mansion, and both of them are naturally not ordinary departments.

Even if Dali Temple is in charge of punishment, it is naturally quite powerless in the face of these two.

Some time ago, when Heavenly Hell took over Huaidu, the whole Dali Temple was naturally relieved.

The matter of the military department is related to the Siwu Demon Mansion, and no one will want to get involved in the first person in the court under His Majesty.

It's just that after the Heavenly Prison forced the Siwu Demon Mansion to do something in the south of the city, it fell silent again, which naturally means that it is natural to put the matter of the Siwu Demon Mansion on the head of Dali Temple and the Criminal Department, and they will come forward to deal with some things.

That might make sense.

After all, this is not the job of hell.

If the Heavenly Hell is still the predecessor of the Ghost Suppression Division, it is naturally understandable.

After the establishment of the Gale Dynasty, many of the rights annexed by the Zhengui Division were re-delegated to Dali Temple and other departments.

Dali Siqing, who was fifty-three years old at the time, sat at the table very melancholy, thinking that someone was indeed dying, knowing that he didn't set it, didn't write an outline, didn't choose a name, and always nonsense.

The official naturally didn't know what his patriarch was thinking, and just quietly waited for instructions in the courtyard.

It wasn't until a long time before he heard the rather melancholy voice of Dali Siqing.

"Go to the Ministry of Officials to ask for people, and arrange for people to go to the west of the city to wait, the Ministry of Officials suddenly took people away, most of them are going to prepare alternate officials, and most of those students are going to enter the National Prison first."

The servant replied respectfully, and then walked through the courtyard and left the place.

In fact, Dali Siqing may not have finished talking about it all.

Naturally, he could guess many things.

For example, when students enter the office, the officials have always been pressed and refused to let go, and now that these actions are suddenly made, it naturally means many things.

It is not only a matter of the military department, but also includes the Siwu Demon Mansion.

The white-clothed squire-squire is probably going to be in trouble.

He doesn't want to care so much, after all, he doesn't even have a name now, so everything will be pushed to the water.

......

Song Yingxin is in prison.

As the saying goes, the mountain is not me, I go to the mountain.

The matter of that young man being taken away by the Heavenly Prison, Song Yingxin naturally paid attention to it from time to time, even in the Heavenly Engineering Division.

couldn't wait for a long time, so Song Yingxin came to Heavenly Prison again.

It's just that he didn't see the young man, because when Song Yingxin knocked on the dark door of the heavenly hell, Liu Qinghe had already asked the young man.

Nandao just calmly said that he didn't want to see him.

Of course, the teenager didn't want to see it.

Even the most upright person doesn't like to be looked at.

What's more, he is not a fair and honest person.

So Liu Qinghe took Song Yingxin to the supervision courtyard to drink tea.

When Song Yingxin saw that Liu Qinghe had prepared a pot of boiling tea early in the morning, he probably understood what the young man meant, but he didn't directly talk about his intentions, but just talked about the recent events in Huaidu.

"I heard that the Ministry of Officials has begun to select candidates for the National Prison."

Liu Qinghe was still smiling as usual.

"That's their business, and it has nothing to do with Hell."

Song Yingxin silently looked at the man in front of him.

"If Heavenly Hell doesn't do it, how can Yuan Yue be willing to let go?"

Liu Qinghe said softly: "It depends on how much Dali Temple can turn things over to the surface." Of course, Heaven Hell can do many things without scruples, but in the end, it is unreasonable behavior after all. Huaidu is not a fake capital, and all the officials should naturally perform their duties. ”

Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe wistfully and said, "It seems that you are not so confident. ”

Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at the master of the Tiangong Division, and naturally understood that his words were actually a bit ironic about the matter that he had promised to the Tiangong Division.

"It didn't occur to me that the purpose of the water in the bottle was not to put his hand in the military department - although the things he did at first seemed to be made for it."

Song Yingxin was also silent for a while, and said: "After all, it is difficult for the world to think that someone would exchange the death of a young man for the death of a young man. Of course, Shui Zaihua may not have thought that the Heavenly Hell and the Human Sword Sect would intervene. ”

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said: "Did you think of it, it doesn't matter, I heard that when the court discussed today, the water was still very calm in the bottle, probably he still has some kind of backhand." ”

"I see you're calm too."

"Of course I'm calm, after all, if the Heavenly Hell wants to interfere, if he wants to get out, he will get out, only His Majesty can ask about the matter of the Heavenly Hell, whoever comes, I can ignore it."

"Dali Temple probably scolded you harshly."

Liu Qinghe picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, pushed it to Song Yingxin, and said softly: "Let them be, that's their business." They should actually be glad that Heavenly Hell is willing to come in and take a look, otherwise they can't afford the pressure from the Siwu Demon Mansion. ”

The Siwu Demon Mansion is naturally not only a bottle of water, but also represents a link between the two clans.

"Heavenly Hell has already done what needs to be done, and the rest, naturally, they need to solve it themselves, including Li Chenghe's death."

When Song Yingxin heard this, he looked a little solemn, looked at Liu Qinghe and said, "That young man has been left in the heavenly prison by you, how can Dali Temple continue?" ”

Liu Qinghe sat there quietly drinking tea, looked up at the white flowers that came over the courtyard wall, and said calmly: "There is a heavenly jailer who has disappeared in Huaidu, and Yu Dan has already begun to investigate this matter. ”

This is probably the duty of the Heavenly Hell.

"Ants have walked by, and there are still traces, let alone such a big person? As long as he can find some intersections between that ranger and the Siwu Demon Mansion, Li Chenghe's death is not a very difficult matter. ”

It looks as if Hell's Hell, but naturally it doesn't really do nothing.

Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe, who was sitting quietly in the courtyard, for a long time, he was silent for a long time, maybe he was also thinking about the waiter, and sighed softly and said, "Actually, I don't understand what the water bottle is thinking. ”

Liu Qinghe said calmly: "It's right not to understand, some things, if you can understand, you will naturally be in the same river." ”

Song Yingxin didn't say anything more.

Liu Qinghe suddenly asked, "By the way, how is the Donghai man named You Chunshan?" ”

Song Yingxin's expression became solemn and said, "Incurable disease, waiting for death." ”

Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Yingxin.

"I don't think he's got anything else wrong with him other than being a little frightened."

Song Yingxin sighed and said, "There are some diseases that are naturally not easy to see. What's more, you are a demon, he is a human, although the shemales merge, but after all, it is not the same thing. ”

Liu Qinghe just smiled, and then said, "Then how did he choose?" ”

Song Yingxin didn't answer, but asked rhetorically: "If it were you, how would you choose?" ”

Liu Qinghe said with a rare melancholy: "This is a difficult thing to choose, I haven't experienced it, of course I don't know." ”

It's just that I probably still have the answer in my heart.

Liu Qinghe didn't continue to ask.

However, Song Yingxin suddenly remembered something, looked at Liu Qinghe and said, "By the way, I need you to do me a favor." ”

This master of the Heavenly Crafts Division is naturally not just here for the sake of the youth.

"What's the busy?"

Song Yingxin said softly, "I need some mountain rocks from the Grinding Sword Cliff. ”

Liu Qinghe suddenly looked at Song Yingxin and asked a little strangely, "What do you want this for?" ”

Song Yingxin subconsciously lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that something would be heard by someone who was far away on the high cliff of the East China Sea.

"The person named You Chunshan is not the first person to suffer from this disease. On top of those medical cases of atractylodes, at least dozens of such cases have been recorded over the years. We suspect it has something to do with that high cliff. ”

Liu Qinghe was silent for a moment and said, "Do you suspect that there is something wrong with the cliff rock of the Grinding Sword Cliff? ”

Song Yingxin said softly: "If you can get the sword of the Sword Sharpening Cliff and take a look, maybe it will be better." ”

"It is a sword of sword intent from the Grinding Sword Cliff, not made of mortal iron in the world. Even if you see it, it probably doesn't mean anything. ”

Liu Qinghe said softly.

Song Yingxin nodded thoughtfully.

Liu Qinghe continued: "I will let the Heavenly Hell find a way to deal with the matter of the cliff stone, but if the people on the cliff want to find trouble, don't blame me for selling you when the time comes." ”

The Heavenly Prison Master chuckled softly.

"Although the cliff is decaying, there are still people on the cliff after all, if you can not offend, you should not be offended."

Although Song Yingxin was a little helpless, he still said seriously: "No problem." ”