Xu Chunhua thought about many very frightening stories on the road.

For example, Mei Xiyu, a Taoist, also disappeared into the neighborhood.

But luckily, nothing like this happened.

When she knocked on the door of such a courtyard, the courtyard door was still opened by the Taoist.

Xu Chunhua was about to open her mouth to talk about the things she had heard, but just before she said a word, the small town girl was very surprised and stopped.

The door of the courtyard was opened by the Taoist, but the Taoist was not standing in front of Xu Chunhua.

On the contrary, the Taoist was quietly sitting behind the courtyard door with Xu Chunhua on his back - the Taoist could naturally open the door without his hands.

"I ....."

Xu Chunhua looked at Mei Xiyu who was sitting with her back to the gate of the courtyard in surprise, and subconsciously raised her hand to her lips.

Such a scene naturally scared the girl in this small town.

So Xu Chunhua hesitated a little, walked into the courtyard, turned around and closed the courtyard door, leaned down in front of Mei Xiyu, and asked very seriously, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Mei Xiyu raised her eyes and glanced at Xu Chunhua, showed some reluctance to smile, shook her head and said, "It's nothing." ”

Xu Chunhua felt that Mei Xiyu's speech seemed to be a little weak, and she stretched out her hand and grabbed the palm of the Taoist on her knee, and it was indeed cold in her hand.

"You're hurt?"

The woman, who couldn't practice, asked with some hesitation.

Mei Xiyu naturally suffered some injuries, but this Taoist still shook his head and withdrew his hand from the small town girl's hand.

"It's nothing, maybe it's a little chilly."

Mei Xiyu said.

It's just a pity that this Qingtian Daoist is probably not very good at panicking, so when he said this, he kept raising his eyes to look at some green eaves in the courtyard.

Such a performance is naturally outlandish.

And the Taoist who should have been keen was very slow to watch Xu Chunhua ask such a question, which naturally made him even more strange.

"Why did you come here all of a sudden?"

Mei Xiyu asked as she cheered up.

When something came to this, Xu Chunhua naturally knew that what she heard was very likely to be true.

The small town girl whispered a little untouched: "So Nandao is really from the twelfth floor?" ”

Mei Xiyu finally came back to her senses.

For Qingtian Dao, the twelfth floor is naturally not a distant and unfamiliar term, and it is indeed impossible for him to be in such a trance because of this.

It's just that for Xu Chunhua, it seems that this is indeed the case.

Because the boy deceived everyone, including this Taoist, he became like this.

The two of them were silent in the courtyard.

After a long time, Mei Xiyu said softly: "Yes." ”

Xu Chunhua hesitated for a moment, looked at Mei Xiyu and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what happened?" ”

This Qingtian Daoist was silent for a moment again, and then said slowly: "The Lord of the Sect has begun to fight back, and the Heavenly Hell is in great trouble. ”

Heavenly Hell is in great trouble, so the boy will also be in great trouble.

Of course, the trouble in the Siwu Demon Mansion is still there.

The story that the world doesn't know, Mei Xiyu knows.

He knew that His Majesty was about to return to Huaidu, and everything that the Lord in the Chamberlain had done would have to give an explanation to the emperor after all.

It's just because of this that Mei Xiyu feels extremely cold.

When he came out of such a demon mansion, Meixi Yu was clearly not stained with wine, but it was like a person who had been drinking for several days, and was blown trembling in the wind of the world.

Such a cold and resolute killing intent, even if it wasn't aimed at him Mei Xiyu, was enough to make people feel cold.

Of course, Xu Chunhua understood that Heavenly Hell was in great trouble.

After a few moments of silence, the small-town girl asked softly, "So they're going to kill the South Island?" ”

Mei Xiyu looked up at the noon sun in the world, and looked at it quietly for a long time before saying, "I don't know either." ”

The Taoist stood up silently, sighed long, and said softly: "The next story, probably I can't interfere with it." ”

Just as the Human Sword Sect couldn't respond to some stories.

In the story of the twelfth floor, Qingtian Dao can only be deeply shut.

The more they talk, the more they will turn some stories in the opposite direction.

Xu Chunhua thought about some of the rumors she had vaguely heard about Qingtian Dao, but she also seemed to understand why Mei Xiyu seemed to be sitting in the courtyard so distracted.

When the three words on the twelfth floor appeared, the Taoist became an outsider.

Mei Xiyu didn't say anything more, just looked at Xu Chunhua in front of her, and asked softly, "Have you eaten anything in the morning?" ”

......

Shan Zhaoshui pressed his sword on his knees, sat on the edge of the inclined platform, and quietly listened to the sound of the wind coming from the world.

Jiang Ye stood aside with a somewhat complicated expression.

"It turns out that the water has been hidden in the bottle, and it is actually these things, senior brother."

Shan Zhaoshui looked down at the sword with his knees like flowing water for a long time, but said with a great sigh: "This is indeed a good backhand." At first, I thought that the sword he wanted to kill Nandao was in his own hands - if that was the case, the Sword Sect might have some possibility of intervening, such as in the name of the orphans of Lingnan. ”

Jiang Ye said softly: "But he handed the knife into the hands of the Heavenly Hell, and everything could not be reversed." ”

Shan Zhaoshui said slowly: "So when I first heard some news like that this morning, I couldn't help but think for a long time, whether Shui Zaiju knew that some previous things would definitely be stopped, everything was just waiting for the current story." ”

Jiang Ye didn't say anything about this, and he naturally didn't know.

This sword cultivator, who had made a sword against the young man by the Nanyi River, quietly looked at the streets and alleys of Huaidu.

"So probably some people are really going to die."

Shan Zhaoshui sat there quietly and said slowly: "No one doesn't have to die. ”

Jiang Ye looked at the mountains and rivers in some surprise, but after thinking about it, he also understood why this senior brother would say such a thing.

The wind in Huaidu became more and more urgent.

Naturally, that means some people are coming back.

These sword cultivators on the sloping platform naturally have not forgotten why they came from.

The world naturally has its own sorrows.

......

Pear blossom thanks.

Liu Qinghe stood on the path deep in the Heavenly Prison, quietly looking at the trees that were beginning to bear fruit, thinking that maybe he should plant some more magnolias in the Heavenly Prison.

It's just that I haven't figured out what exactly the answer to such a question is.

Then a heavenly jailer walked in and told him that Song Yingxin was here.

Liu Qinghe looked a little surprised.

Naturally, he didn't think that Song Yingxin would come to Heavenly Prison at this time today.

After all, although he notified the Tiangong Division and asked them to come and take the boy away, he probably didn't expect that the person who came would be Song Yingxin.

The master of the Heavenly Sect was looking at some occasionally visible whites on the Heavenly Hell Courtyard Road, and he didn't notice it even when Liu Qinghe walked to his side.

Liu Qinghe stood there quietly for a long time, and then said slowly, "Why did you come here today?" ”

Song Yingxin was taken aback by Liu Qinghe, who suddenly spoke out, and the whole person jumped to the side very quickly.

Liu Qinghe looked at Song Yingxin's reaction, but raised his eyebrows.

"It seems that something has happened in your Tiangong Division."

Song Yingxin stood aside and sighed, and said, "I didn't expect that you would get into trouble one day in Heavenly Prison." ”

The trend of public opinion in the world that will be difficult to stop for a while and a half, Song Yingxin naturally heard about it.

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "It's not a big deal. ”

Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe's expression in surprise, and for a while he couldn't tell whether he really didn't care about these things, or if he had that kind of unpredictable smile as always.

"Can hell silence those voices?"

Song Yingxin asked tentatively.

Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Of course it's a difficult thing, my northern dispatch made my face green in the early morning. It's just that we are different from the Siwu Demon Mansion, our confidence is often more sufficient, in other words, in all the unchanged human stories, the world can not need the Siwu Demon Mansion, but in many cases, they still need Heavenly Hell. ”

Liu Qinghe walked slowly along the path and continued: "What's more, it is impossible for Heavenly Hell to let his water continue in the bottle, the matter of the military department's Shangshu, no matter how noisy the rumors in the world are, he will have to make an answer after all." ”

Song Yingxin said with some surprise: "The Heavenly Hell has been investigated?" ”

Liu Qinghe nodded, but he didn't know what he remembered, but he also shook his head and said, "It may not be completely clear." It's just that Li Chenghe's story is clear, but it is clear that there are some things that are more than that. The affairs of Nandao belong to the internal affairs of the Heavenly Hell, and he can know it in the bottle, and it is obvious that there are still some points that need to be dug deeply. ”

Song Yingxin frowned and said, "It seems that Heavenly Hell really needs to be put in order." ”

Liu Qinghe said lightly: "That's for the future." ”

Song Yingxin didn't say anything more, after all, he was the master of the Tiangong Division, not the master of the Heavenly Prison, and the matter of the Heavenly Prison was naturally the matter of Liu Qinghe.

The two of them walked along the courtyard roads.

"So what happened to you in the Heavenly Division?"

Liu Qinghe turned his head to look at Song Yingxin and asked.

Song Yingxin narrowed his eyes and said, "Yesterday, the people of Qingtiandao came here and wanted to seek some help in the Tiangong Division. ”

Liu Qinghe smiled softly and said, "The matter of Qingtian Dao probably won't let you come to Heavenly Hell in person. ”

Song Yingxin stopped, was silent for a while, and said slowly: "After this, the people from the Siwu Demon Mansion also came. ”

Even when Liu Qinghe heard this, he also frowned, looked at Song Yingxin who stopped there, and said, "What are they going to do in the Tiangong Division?" ”

Song Yingxin said with a solemn expression: "The person who came is Yan Yu, I don't know if it has anything to do with Lord Shizhong." ”

Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "What does he want to do?" ”

Song Yingxin sighed softly and said, "He's probably crazy, it's hard for me to understand how he made such a choice." ”

Although the master of the Tiangong Division, who was obviously a little frightened, did not explain what happened, but when Liu Qinghe heard this, he also realized something, and laughed softly.

"No wonder I was startling you when I spoke to you. If I'm not mistaken, he's probably trying to hold you hostage and take control of the Great Yi's Bow. ”

Song Yingxin said softly: "Yes, it's a pity that he looks down on himself and down on Tiangongsi." ”

This Heavenly Crafts Master is naturally just an ordinary person.

It's just that the Tiangong Division, who has the most deterrent weapon in the world, the bow of Dayi, naturally can't really be slaughtered like this.

It's just that I have to admit that Song Yingxin never thought that anyone would really want to do something to Tiangongsi, so he was naturally a little frightened.

Liu Qinghe didn't know what he thought, and continued to walk forward with a slight smile.

"Since he wants ....."

The Lord of Heaven said with a chuckle.

"Then give it to him."

Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe in a daze, not knowing what this meant.

"What do you mean?"

Liu Qinghe raised his head at the spilled evening light, and said lightly: "It's just that today's events made me suddenly figure out something." ”

Song Yingxin followed with some confusion, looked at Liu Qinghe and asked, "What have you figured out?" ”

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly: "The incident about the Guozijian." ”

Song Yingxin didn't know what happened to Guozijian.

It's just that Liu Qinghe didn't mean to explain, but said calmly: "Just take it as a gift from the Heavenly Hell to our servant." ”

Song Yingxin frowned and asked, "So what the hell is going on?" ”

Liu Qinghe just smiled slightly and continued to walk forward.

In the twilight, a young man was standing quietly at the door of the pear blossom courtyard with an umbrella and a sword on his back, looking at the two people who were walking towards this side.

Song Yingxin's attention was attracted by the young man, but he forgot what Fang was talking about for a while.

The young man may finally understand some of the irreversible truths under the snort of the people, standing at the door of the pear courtyard, and saluting the two of them very uprightly.

"I've seen the prison master, I've seen the master."

If Song Yingxin was the same as a certain young master of Nanyi City and Beida, he would probably snort very arrogantly, saying something like belated flattery than anything cheap.

It's a pity that this middle-aged master is not Beitai.

So he just smiled and nodded.

Liu Qinghe turned his head to look at Song Yingxin and said, "He will hand it over to you." ”

Song Yingxin said with some joy: "Okay! ”

Nan Dao looked at the man silently, probably not understanding why he was so excited.

You're not a sword cultivator, what's the point of looking at my umbrella?

The boy thought.

The twilight of the world is gradually thickening.

Liu Qinghe didn't say anything more, and Song Yingxin completely forgot about Fang Cai, and some couldn't wait to take the young man to go out of the heavenly prison in the twilight.

......

Guozi Priest Wine Wenren Huai Hui stood quietly on top of the small building of the collection pavilion, looking at the world in the twilight, his expression was solemn, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

On the forest roads below, the country eunuch was hurrying towards this side.

Regarding the investigation of the identity of Guozijian's students, it is naturally impossible to complete it in such a short period of time.

It's just that for their deeds in Huaidu, there are also some results.

Guozi Jian Cheng walked up to the small building of the collection pavilion with some documents, and stopped behind Wen Renhuai.

"Lord Sake."

Wen Renhuai turned his head to look at the documents in the hands of Guozi Jian Cheng, was silent for a while, and said slowly: "How?" ”

Guozi Jian Cheng opened the documents and said very seriously: "The Ministry of Officials and the Criminal Department have assisted in investigating the situation in Huaidu, as for the origin of the students, it may take some time to see the results of the Heavenly Prison." At least judging from the results so far, there should be no problems with these students, and they have not been in contact with any suspicious people..."

Wen Renhuai listened quietly there, until Guozi Jian Cheng finished talking about the situation, then nodded slightly, as if relieved, and said softly: "It's best to be so natural." ”

Guozi Jian Cheng closed the papers, put them aside, and left Wen Ren Huaigui to check them later, but he also had a lot of confusion in his heart, stood there and hesitated a little, looked at Wen Ren Huaigui and asked: "If these students really have no problems, then what does Lord Shizhong mean?" ”

Wen Renhuai stood quietly in the twilight breeze for a long time before he whispered, "Maybe this is the answer he wants." ”

Guozi Jian Cheng looked at the spirit witch from the Huangliang Hanging Courtyard in a daze.

Perhaps realizing that he was too vague, Wen Renhuaigui raised his hand and flipped through the documents on the side, and said slowly: "What he wants to see is that there is no problem with these students." ”

As if he had just woken up from a big dream, he suddenly turned his head to look at the world of Huaidu.

Such an answer does indeed seem to be the most reasonable.

Otherwise, why would the Lord of the Chamberlain come to the Guozijian in person?

Wen Renhuai let go of the papers, and let them be blown back together by the evening breeze.

"He is using his general momentum to make the Guozi Prison and the Ministry of Officials have to repeatedly and seriously check the origins of all the students."

Guozi Jian Cheng retracted his gaze and looked at the courtyard for a long time, not knowing what to say for a while.

Maybe it doesn't need to be said in the first place.

......

This is the first time that the South Island has come to such a famous human office.

It is a person like Qin Chu who came to Liu Qinghe, when he walked into the underground world of Huaidu, he would feel extremely sighing, let alone such a young man.

The boy with a sword and an umbrella on his back walked on the hanging steps, like a child who had just met the world, his mouth and eyes wide open—perhaps more like a stupid bubble fish who had never seen the world.

"This is the Tiangong Division?"

Nandao turned his head in disbelief and looked at Song Yingxin on the side.

Even when he was in Lingnan, Le Chaotian had already mentioned such a human office with great admiration to him.

It's just that for young people, things like Si Ya are still only confined to the world's secular cognition.

He never imagined that the Tiangong Division would be such a vast and majestic existence, similar to the capital city of the deep valley.

Song Yingxin laughed softly, stopped on the hanging steps that went down, and looked at the priests and the steaming mist.

"Yes."

The young man looked at it with great sighs, but before he could say anything more, the parrot island behind him kept chirping softly.

The sword sounded Qingyue.

Nanjima stopped in a daze, looking at some man pinned to a cliff in the distance.

Men are certainly not something that shocks teenagers.

Even if it's a big demon with a lot of demonic power.

What really made the boy feel like he had been hit by a mountain was a sword with a very familiar white mang's heart inserted in the big demon's heart.

Song Yingxin's voice sounded very calmly in the young man's ears, but that calm voice was no less than the sound of an extremely grand cliff falling.

"That's fairy energy."

The young man suddenly turned around and looked at Song Yingxin, who was just an ordinary person, in a daze.