Huaidu, which has not rained for a long time, finally started to rain again.

In those layers of human beings, there is a gloomy tone everywhere.

There is a teenager who is already in the story and secretly went to the Tiangong Division.

Xu Chunhua opened a crack in the door of the small courtyard and quietly watched the movement in the afternoon shop outside.

I don't know when the rain began, but it was still very sparse, and it was falling on the stone steps in front of the door, splashing large and small dens at the gate of the courtyard that no one visited.

It's just that the mansion across the street didn't move, and it stood very quietly in the summer rain.

Xu Chunhua watched silently for a long time, then closed the door again, and hurried through the rain-dripping courtyard path to the corridor.

Mei Xiyu was sitting there quietly, not practicing, just leaning on the pillars behind her, crossing the eaves that had climbed some green vines and green leaves, and quietly looking at the world.

Xu Chunhua sat down next to Mei Xiyu, hesitated for a while, and said, "I heard that there seems to be some news released from the Heavenly Prison, about the death of Lord Shangshu of the Military Department, but why is there no movement at all in that mansion?" ”

Mei Xiyu lowered her head silently and said softly, "Because they can't make any movement." ”

"Why?"

Xu Chunhua was a little puzzled.

The Taoist said slowly: "Because since the Heavenly Hell has brought up this matter again, it naturally means that they have found evidence, just like the Siwu Demon Mansion is going to tell the story about Nanyi City." ”

"The Heavenly Hell seems to have denied such a thing."

Xu Chunhua said with some hesitation.

The Taoist remembered the Taoist from the south he had seen that night, was silent for a while, and continued: "This is probably also a useless thing. It's just that for Heavenly Hell, it will naturally be more beneficial to drag on the time for a longer time. ”

Xu Chunhua naturally didn't understand why it was more beneficial, so she just sat there silently, probably thinking about a certain teenager, and after thinking about it for a long time, she said softly: "So what are they doing this for?" ”

Mei Xiyu turned her head to look at the girl in the small town and said softly: "When you walk out of the courtyard gate, you will see many people, some to the south, some to the north - the different trajectories in your life sometimes form some diametrically opposite rivers. ”

The Taoist didn't make some of the things that the white-clothed waiter said very clearly.

After all, he really didn't want the woman in front of him to know too much about the cultivation world.

Xu Chunhua sat there silently and said nothing.

She was absent from work again today.

......

Absenteeism is naturally not only Xu Chunhua.

The same is true for the second child of a certain noodle restaurant.

Gu Xiaoer was in a hurry running between the Heavenly Hell and the courtyard of a certain scholar, and as soon as there was any trouble, he hurriedly ran back to tell the scholar.

This is the second day of the change of wind in Huaidu, Gu Xiaoer is holding a bowl of noodles, squatting under the eaves of a street near the Heavenly Prison to avoid the rain and eat noodles, listening carefully to the things that everyone in the streets and alleys are talking about.

It is undeniable that the response made by Heavenly Prison has indeed made the pressure outside such a human prison much less.

It's not that they think Hell is right.

It's just that this kind of bizarre story makes people in the world a little unsure of where to start for a while.

It turns out that the death of Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War was actually inseparable from the Siwu Demon Mansion?

This is naturally the most important part.

As for the fact that the heavenly hell denied that the boy was a person on the twelfth floor, the people of the world naturally did not believe it.

Dead ducks still have hard mouths, let alone hell.

Gu Xiaoer felt that these stories could actually be described as very vivid stories - two teenagers scolded, one said that you had wetted the bed when you were a child, and the other disdainfully said that you had eaten when you were a child.

In fact, this is not only the case for teenagers, but also for the world.

Gu Xiaoer sat under the eaves and finished eating the bowl of noodles, and drank the soup again, originally thinking about going back to the noodle restaurant first, but after hesitating a little, he still went to Zhu Congwen's residence.

Xu Chunhua didn't know when the rain started, but Gu Xiaoer knew that otherwise he wouldn't have washed the bowl of the sea in the rain because he didn't bring an umbrella, and then turned it upside down on his head and walked through the world like a swordsman walking in the rain.

There's no denying it.

Even if Gu Xiaoer is almost forty years old, even now Huaidu's story is very tense.

When Gu Xiaoer walked in the rain like this, he would still subconsciously recreate the kind of reverie that many teenagers had.

Today, I, Gu Xiaoer, took the name of the first sword in the world!

Gu Xiaoer held the bowl on his head, holding the chopsticks as a sword, looked around, and thought quietly.

Imagination is always exciting.

It's just that reality naturally has to be faced.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Gu Xiaoer had to speed up his pace, holding the bowl above his head with one hand, and hurriedly walking towards Zhu Congwen.

By the time Gu Xiaoer ran into the alley, the rain was already as heavy as a pour, just like on the walls of those alleys, there were many teenagers who had eaten noodles and had nothing to do, holding a large bowl of water pouring water down.

Gu Xiaoer, who had previously thought that he had become the number one sword in the world, wanted to raise his head and scold those teenagers who didn't exist.

You have made the world so messy and in a hurry, how can we little people live?

Gu Xiaoer was walking against the alley wall, his whole body was already soaked, that sea bowl was not a swordsman's hat after all, probably the swordsman's hat couldn't stop such a heavy rain, only sword cultivation could do it.

When he hurriedly turned into the depths of the alley, Gu Xiaoer stood there very silently before he had time to talk to the scholar about some of the new movements he heard today.

There are officials from Dali Temple who are standing at the gate of the scholar's courtyard with a serious expression.

And the scholar is wearing shackles.

When Gu Xiaoer saw this scene, he suddenly understood a truth.

In fact, it was pointless for me to go to the Heavenly Hell in such a hurry and listen to those rumors.

The direction of many stories can be seen in the scholars.

Or more precisely, it can be seen from the Dali Temple.

So I made myself so hurried, and I still didn't understand which direction Huaidu would go, but the moment I saw the scholar being taken away by the people of Dali Temple, it was instantly clear.

When the scholar looked at Gu Xiaoer, who had chopsticks pinned to his waist and a large bowl on his head, he hurriedly walked over, but stopped there in a daze, he actually wanted to laugh.

After all, no one can help but watch such a picture.

It's a pity that the scholar really can't laugh now.

Because today's story is indeed different from the past few days.

The Heavenly Hell sent some evidence to the Dali Temple—the story of how the Siwu Demon Mansion and a certain nowhere Heavenly Prison official killed the Shangshu Lord in the alley.

Before such a story happened, the scholars who had been to the Siwu Demon Mansion would naturally be taken for interrogation.

Gu Xiaoer stood there in silence.

When the scholar was taken by the people of Dali Temple, he just looked at him standing on the side of the alley and smiled, and then raised his head slightly and pointed to his arms.

Of course, there is nothing in the scholar's arms that can turn the situation around.

There was a faint bump in it, and it looked like a piece of uneaten persimmon.

So probably the scholar just wants this noodle restaurant, big brother don't worry.

Persimmon Ruyi.

All the best.

Gu Xiaoer stood there silently, looking at the scholar who was taken away by the people of Dali Temple, and finally didn't say anything, he took the bowl from his head very melancholy, and walked towards the noodle restaurant in the rain.

......

When Gu Xiaoer returned to the noodle shop, he was already soaking wet, dripping and ticking, like a water dog.

The other Xiao Er in the store was also startled, and after looking at it carefully several times, he recognized that this was Gu Xiao Er.

"Did you fall into a puddle?"

Gu Xiaoer walked towards the back kitchen, muttering, "If you fall into a puddle, it may be better." ”

The man didn't understand what Gu Xiaoer meant, looked at his back and asked, "How is that kid from Congwen?" ”

Gu Xiaoer looked up like a joke and said without looking back: "He went from Wu." ”

Sometimes some jokes may not be true.

Gu Xiaoer actually really hoped that this scholar was a martial arts practitioner, didn't he say that the Hanging Xue Academy taught everything? I heard that he also teaches people to cook?

So Zhu Congwen may really be able to practice?

Gu Xiaoer was thinking nonsense there.

Or maybe it's not a fantasy.

The shopkeeper stood under the eaves of the backyard, wringing the water on his clothes while looking up at the direction of the very high moon-viewing platform somewhere in Huaidu.

So sometimes, it's really better to be from the text than from the martial arts.

Look at those Sword Sect disciples, riding on Huaidu's face in such an open and honest manner, there is nothing Huaidu can do so far.

If Zhu Congwen is also a sword cultivator, where would those people in Dali Temple call him like this?

Gu Xiaoer wrung the water on his clothes very melancholy, twisted it almost enough, and returned to the stove, where the boiling hot soup was burning.

Although he came to make the base soup, Gu Xiaoer still scooped a big bowl, and then roasted his body while drinking hot soup there.

Probably someone came to eat noodles, and the other Xiao Er in the store poked his head out and said to Gu Xiao Er, who was drinking soup there.

"Second brother, don't add spicy to the next bowl of noodles."

Gu Xiaoer nodded, put down the noodle bowl in his hand, and got busy.

After getting it done, Gu Xiaoer subconsciously wanted to let Zhu from Wen Duan out, and then remembered that the kid was probably in Dali Temple now, and sighed melancholy, Gu Xiaoer took the noodles out by himself.

When he saw the guest sitting by the window, Gu Xiaoer was a little surprised.

Because this is a Taoist, it's just like himself, he is all wet, and he probably forgot to bring an umbrella.

Gu Xiaoer didn't say anything, put the bowl of noodles there, said that the guest officer would use it slowly, and hurried towards the back kitchen.

The Taoist was very polite, bowed, smiled very gently, and said thank you.

As a northerner, Gu Xiaoer naturally did not feel flattered as if he had never seen the world.

After all, there are always more people in the north.

Gu Xiaoer roasted the fire for a long time, drank the noodle soup for a while, and saw the other people in the store send the noodle bowl back.

Gu Xiaoer subconsciously glanced at it, then froze there, took the noodle bowl, and asked very strangely, "He didn't eat much?" Isn't this bowl of noodles bad? ”

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know, it's just that the Taoist seems to just want to taste it, so he ate two mouthfuls of noodles, drank a mouthful of soup, and then paid and left." ”

Gu Xiaoer thought strangely for a long time, and even picked up a chopstick and tasted it himself.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the taste.

This made Gu Xiaoer even more confused, opened the curtain in the back kitchen, and glanced at the store, the person had indeed left.

I couldn't figure it out, and Gu Xiaoer didn't continue to think about it, after all, there are always some weird people and strange things in the world.

......

Hell is indeed not that easy.

Even the death of the military department Shangshu has distracted the world a lot.

But the matter of that young man naturally still hangs over the head of the heavenly hell like a haze.

I heard that some people boldly ran to the Criminal Department, saying that they wanted the Criminal Department to investigate the Heavenly Prison properly.

However, the people in the criminal department did not pay attention, and it is said that the door was not opened.

Liu Qinghe probably didn't care about these things.

The Lord of Heaven, dressed in a golden-striped black robe, was sitting under a tree beside the path of the pear blossom courtyard, watching as the last bit of pear blossom was also blown away by the rain.

In front of him was a pot of boiling tea.

There was also one person at the table.

Probably the people of the world could not have imagined that the water in the bottle that they thought was frowning in the Siwu Demon Mansion would actually appear in the Heavenly Hell.

He even sat with this Lord of Hell.

Some of the rumors in the world, those pressures will naturally fall on such two people, but both of them don't seem to have any worries, while waiting for the tea to be boiled, while looking at the rain and pear blossoms in the closed yard and talking some gossip.

"I heard that the second activation of the Tonggui Monument in Nanyi City is the little sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect."

The water sat there at the end of the bottle, and said with some sighs.

Liu Qinghe laughed softly and said, "Cong Jian is very lazy, and it is probably not surprising that his disciples do anything. ”

Shui Zaihuan nodded approvingly, raised his head again, and said slowly, "Has Heavenly Hell thought about how to solve the matter of the Human Sword Sect?" ”

This question is naturally a bit heavy, so Liu Qinghe didn't answer it for the first time, and sat there quietly for a long time before he said softly: "This is indeed an extremely troublesome matter, much more troublesome than those things in your Siwu Demon Mansion." ”

It is probably because of this that Heavenly Hell has always been indifferent to those sword cultivators, but has always been entangled with the Siwu Demon Mansion.

Hearing this, Shui Zaihe looked at Liu Qinghe deeply for a long time, but he didn't say anything.

Some stories, of course, are not suitable for telling in such a courtyard.

Liu Qinghe continued.

"Although those sword cultivators are as lazy as Cong Blade, the world has to admit that their talent is very good, so the sword is also very fast, if it is not handled properly, it will probably be a not very pleasant story for Huaidu."

Hearing this, Shui Zaihuan just said softly: "Unreasonable sword cultivation is, of course, a big trouble in the world. ”

Liu Qinghe always felt that the phrase "water in the bottle" seemed to mean something, so he smiled softly and said, "What Lord Shizhong did at the beginning was much more unreasonable than the people of their Sword Sect. ”

Shui Zaiju just said calmly: "Do you want to reason with unreasonable people?" ”

Liu Qinghe probably doesn't make sense sometimes.

Therefore, it is generally true that such a thing only has its constraints and value in the world.

The two of them sat quietly in the courtyard where the rain hit the pear blossoms.

Liu Qinghe looked at the pot of tea that had been boiling for a long time, but suddenly smiled and said, "You said that if the world knew about the two of us, they would drink tea and gossip in the courtyard of the Heavenly Hell, what would they think?" ”

Shui Zaiju chuckled softly and said, "I'm probably so angry that I smashed the wine bowl in my hand and scolded something." ”

Liu Qinghe looked at the water in the bottle for a long time, sighed, and then asked a question.

"If you had to do it all over again, would you still choose this?"

For anyone, such a question is always worth pondering.

Water in the bottle is no exception.

This white-clothed man sat opposite Liu Qinghe, like a white flower, quietly looking at the fallen flowers that fell to the ground and were beaten to pieces, thought about it for a long time, and then said calmly: "Yes." ”

Liu Qinghe sighed and said softly, "Why bother? ”

Shui Zaihua just said lightly: "There is never anything in life that is not necessary, and the meaning of some things is naturally incomprehensible, stupid, and almost paranoid to others." ”

This Huaidu Servant raised his head, looked at Liu Qinghe, and asked very calmly: "If others tell you that this is not right, you will deny yourself completely?" ”

Liu Qinghe didn't say anything, just quietly watched the water in the bottle.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the waiter continued: "I know that you sent Nandao to the Heavenly Works, and it is undeniable that I really can't move such a place. But there are some things in the world that can be safely avoided if you don't hide them and keep them talking. ”

"Heaven and hell must give an account to the world."

Liu Qinghe said calmly: "It seems that you did find something. ”

Shui Zaiju said calmly, "Yes." ”

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, just as Gu Xiaoer thought, there were many people standing on high places, tirelessly pouring water downward.

The courtyard was so noisy that some of them even dripped onto the shoulders of the two men.

It's just that whether it's white or black, these two colors are not easy for people to see if some rain is falling.

"What if Heavenly Hell must keep that boy even if his reputation is ruined?"

After a long time, Liu Qinghe said with a slight smile.

The water in the bottle looked deeply at the Liuqing River.

This is indeed a very decisive solution.