I heard that many years ago, people lived in underground caves.

Nanjima opened his eyes in the courtyard and looked up at the stone dome with many lights hanging as far away as the sky.

How did people know when it was dark and what was dawn?

Teenagers are very poor in cognition, and it is always easy for him to have a stereotypical impression of certain things.

For example, when you hear the word underground cave, you will only think about not seeing the light of day.

Nandao looked at it for a long time, then withdrew his gaze.

Today's Tiangong Division is dripping with rain, and the rain is dripping from those stone domes, in other words, probably today's Huaidu, is raining a lot.

It's raining, and it's raining underground.

However, the teenager who holds an umbrella all the year round is not embarrassed.

Yu Chaoyun seems to really have some insights because of the young man's casual remarks yesterday, but he didn't see anyone today.

Nandao felt some faint rhyme somewhere in this courtyard, but he didn't bother her, just put the sword on his knee behind him, and then stood up, pushed open the courtyard door with an umbrella, and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

Song Yingxin did not restrict the whereabouts of such a teenager.

It's just that after yesterday's events, Nandao himself has become cautious.

He didn't know what was still very strange in such a place that represented the height of the world, so he didn't dare to walk around.

just followed the alleys sandwiched by those priests all the way, and asked Song Yingxin where Song Yingxin was with those Tiangong officials who passed by, and then went all the way to that side.

Naturally, the teenager had questions to ask.

It's just that Song Yingxin is not a cultivator, just a world, and the young man naturally didn't bother the master of the Heavenly Works Division yesterday.

It's probably early in the morning.

Although the people of the Tiangong Division who met on the road were in a hurry, they could vaguely see some of the anxious looks that had just begun to wake up.

When he arrived all the way to the very ordinary small courtyard of Kaiwu Ya, Song Yingxin was washing his face in the courtyard.

This master of the Heavenly Works Division is indeed an extremely ordinary person in the world, and the silent young man stood at the door for a long time before he saw it when he got up to pour water.

Song Yingxin was indeed a little surprised, after all, he knew very well that this young man was actually very resistant to appearing in this place, so he really didn't expect Nandao to come all the way.

Maybe it was under the fence, avoiding the wind and rain from above Huaidu, or maybe it was the sword from yesterday that really gave the young man some shock in the world.

The young man stood at the door with an umbrella and saluted.

"I've seen the Master."

Song Yingxin was stunned, and then reacted, rubbing his face and laughing, while turning around and walking towards the house.

"How did you get here today? Come in first. ”

Nandao held an umbrella through the dripping rain and followed Song Yingxin.

Then he stopped in front of the house and said softly, "Because there are some questions I want to ask the master." ”

Song Yingxin stood there with his things and asked, "What's the problem?" ”

Nan Dao silently looked at the back of this Tiangong Division Master, and said softly: "Does the Master know where a person named You Chunshan is?" ”

Song Yingxin turned his head in some surprise, looked at the young man standing under the eaves, and asked suspiciously after a while, "Do you know him?" ”

Nandao was silent for a while, and said very seriously: "He called me uncle." ”

Song Yingxin nodded thoughtfully, but he didn't say anything, and hung a towel in the basin there.

Nandao stood there quietly waiting.

Song Yingxin returned to the desk in his office, and then searched for a long time on the table full of drawings, and finally found his shelf.

This middle-aged master's eyes are probably not very good.

So when looking at something, you always have to use something else.

It is not a product of the Tiangong Division, such a thing that helps the world see more clearly, has a very long history.

It's not so strange that it's a teenager.

Song Yingxin continued to rummage through something, and such a thing seemed to have nothing to do with the teenager's problem.

It took a long time for Song Yingxin to finally find a certain book, opened it and looked there for a while before he took off the stumble on his nose, looked up at Nandao and asked a question.

"What are you looking for him?"

The series of behaviors of this Tiangong Division Master naturally made the young man very incomprehensible.

Nandao was silent for a while, and then said softly: "It's rare that Huaidu has an old man, so I always have to ask." ”

Song Yingxin looked at the young man and said slowly: "It's just an ordinary old man, some things are naturally not good to tell you very clearly." ”

Nandao was silent for a moment, and then asked, "So how far can the master speak?" ”

Song Yingxin said calmly: "He has an incurable disease. ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, and then asked, "Is that all?" ”

Song Yingxin stood up, also walked to the eaves, and looked up quietly at the rain falling from the stone dome.

"It's a matter of secrecy from the Heavenly Works, except for Your Majesty, we can have the freedom to keep silent to anyone."

Nandao fell silent.

Song Yingxin smiled softly and said, "But you can ask from a different angle." ”

Nan Dao looked at Song Yingxin, was silent for a while, and said, "How should I ask?" ”

Song Yingxin looked up at the stone dome, looked at the rain falling from above like silver threads, and said slowly: "You can ask me, what is the immortal qi." ”

The boy suddenly clenched the umbrella in his hand.

He didn't know what Song Yingxin meant by such a sentence.

Song Yingxin just smiled slightly and continued: "In this way, I will tell you something, and correspondingly, you also need to take out some things in exchange. ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, but he understood what such a master of the Heavenly Works Division meant.

In the end, it fell on the umbrella in his hand.

"I can't let go of this umbrella."

Song Yingxin turned his head and looked at the young man's black umbrella for a long time, which was like the night, covering the rain and snow in the world, and said softly: "Of course, you don't need to let go of the umbrella." In fact, think about it from another angle, if Tiangong Division can really find something from such an umbrella, you don't have to live under the umbrella for the rest of your life in the future. ”

Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and said softly, "What is immortal qi?" ”

Song Yingxin didn't answer anything, just picked up an umbrella from the eaves on the side, and then walked through the courtyard towards a certain path.

Nandao stood there and hesitated for a moment, then silently followed.

The two of them walked quietly in the rain on the road that You Chunshan had walked that day, until they appeared in front of the cliff where there was no way forward.

Until he stood here, the boy was silent for a long time.

Yesterday's sword roar on Parrot Island made the direction that the young man perceived in his heart was here.

Of course, the young man knew what the fairy qi was, and when he first saw that white light in the sea of gods, he had received an explanation of those things from the peach blossom mouth.

Just as the power of Styx is a higher level of witch power.

The so-called immortal qi is naturally the existence of the upper layer of heaven and earth vitality.

It's just that the boy still has a lot of puzzles when he faces such a cliff that is faintly hidden in the mist.

"You Chunshan, what does it have to do with these things?"

Nandao turned his head to look at Song Yingxin on the side.

The master of the Heavenly Works Division said very calmly: "Because he is there." ”

Nandao looked at Song Yingxin in surprise, and it took a long time to finally confirm that he was not joking. The young man turned his head and looked at the distant cliff in the rain like clouds and water for a long time.

"I don't understand."

......

"I don't understand."

The water in the bottle looked at Liu Qinghe deeply.

"Why did Hell do this?"

Liu Qinghe just said calmly: "That Taoist named Mei Xiyu was invited into the Siwu Demon Mansion by you, maybe when he heard you say something, he couldn't understand it either. ”

The water in the bottle just looked at the man in front of him for a long time like a great ape meditating.

"The truths of the world are naturally incompatible, so in the five thousand words of the green cow, there will be words such as the Tao of the strong name, the mystery and the mysterious door of the mysteries."

Liu Qinghe said very calmly, and those words that were not loud were very clear in the noisy rain and the sound of boiling tea.

"You have what you think, I have what I think, and Your Majesty has what Your Majesty thinks. Nothing is the same, and when people talk about it, they are actually just trying to convince themselves. ”

The water in the bottle was silent for a long time before he whispered, "So what is Your Majesty thinking?" ”

Liu Qinghe quietly watched the water in the bottle for a long time.

Maybe it's like what Mei Xiyu thought at the beginning.

In today's Huaidu, only this Heavenly Hell Lord can really guess the thoughts of that human emperor.

So after Liu Qinghe's words came out, this white-clothed servant was stunned for a long time in an instant.

"Your Majesty is thinking about what the boy was thinking."

The moonlight, which claimed to come from the ancient road, seemed to be really pale like a touch of moonlight, and the color on his face gradually faded, like the color of the cold moonlight falling on the mountains, and like the white clothes, and the eyes were wide open, but they gradually lost their luster - like the night moon with the cart before the horse, the dark night became a point embellished in the moonlight.

The squire was silent for a long time, and finally gradually lost that frightened look, breathing very dullly, and then his body seemed to be an inch shorter—so that such a man in a black robe was also like a dark cliff at this time.

The water was silent for a long time, and then he said softly: "So Your Majesty is actually also from the twelfth floor." ”

Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Why not? ”

This seems to be taken for granted, and it is like talking about extremely unreasonable things in the world.

It's like when a teenager looked at the little boy who shaved his head because he lost the card, thinking that the monk couldn't touch me.

The water was silent in the bottle for a long time, and finally raised his head, and looked at the man with a smile as if he was always at peace through the white mist that had been boiling and the tea had been boiling.

In front of Liu Qinghe, he may not be a servant under one person and above ten thousand people.

It's just a reckless hairy boy who doesn't know the blue sky and the thick loess.

"So you invited me here today to tell me such a thing."

Some things, of course, are not good for anyone.

Liu Qinghe raised his hand and took down the teapot on the small stove, poured a cup of hot tea into the bottle, and said calmly: "I know that you have the case file of the Heavenly Hell of Nanyi City in your hand. I don't want to ask how you got these things. But if you do release those things out into the world, Lord Shizhong....."

Liu Qinghe was very sincere and called the water in the bottle.

"It was never the Heavenly Hell that was in trouble, but Your Majesty. At that time, the heavenly hell was naturally speechless, so the only person who could settle such a story was His Majesty. ”

The water sat there for a long time, silent for a long time, and then picked up the cup of hot tea and drank it calmly.

The sound of a teacup falling on the table was audible.

This big demon in the world is a little unable to control his demonic power.

So the wind and rain were chaotic, and the courtyard was deserted.

It took a long time for this place to finally calm down.

It's still raining.

Shui Zaihuan quietly looked at Liu Qinghe, and said calmly: "It is indeed you who won the Heavenly Hell." ”

But it wasn't Liu Qinghe who persuaded the water to be in the bottle.

It's just that such a waiter-sama convinced himself.

It's like a rhetorical question from Zhu Congwen.

What if he's real?

Water in a bottle is naturally real.

Shui Zaihua didn't say anything, just stood up, picked up his cyan umbrella from the side, stretched it out and quietly walked through the wind-and-rain path of the pear blossom courtyard, and silently walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

Liu Qinghe sat there quietly, watching the blue and white in the rain go.

The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle.

It's just that now, like that, the bottle is finally going to break.

The heart of the Dao is broken.

......

The boy may also have some broken Dao heart.

Countless iron cables tightened in the mist, lifting the road to the cliff.

And Song Yingxin stood there, whispering that such a young man was walking towards the Great Dao for more than two thousand years, and for the first time the word immortal was defined by the world.

The boy standing under the umbrella trembled almost all of his body, and his mind went blank. Holding the umbrella tightly in his hand, he looked at the countless water mist and the air flow hidden in the water mist, which made the white qi in his divine sea tremble lightly and seemed to come from the same source.

After a long time, the words that Song Yingxin had been saying slowly in the young man's ears finally became meaningful.

“...... We are also not sure if those speculations of the Tiangong Division are necessarily correct. He might have died there. If you feel uneasy, you can go and see him......"

It took a long time for Nandao to calm down, then he turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man beside him silently.

Song Yingxin just whispered.

"I can understand your feelings. For more than 2,000 years, any cultivator who hears about such a thing will feel like a fantasy. ”

The master of the Heavenly Crafts Division laughed very self-deprecatingly.

"Even if it was us, when we really discovered these things from those things that were incomprehensible to the world in the "Supplement to the World", we all had the idea that we were blaspheming the avenue with great trepidation."

The words were ringing under the dome.

It was like whispering under another sky.

It's just that where there is a world in the world, it is naturally in the world.

This is a real story that exists in this world.

Perhaps many years later, the world will talk about such a period of civilization - everything starts with the last Taoist who walked in the world in Hanguguan.

When Song Yingxin said this, a certain sword departed from the top of those cliffs and fell into the hands of the master of this world.

The sword was wrapped with white qi - this was a sight that the world had never seen before.

Such a sword does not come from the sky, does not come from the mountains, and does not come from the Sword Sect.

Just from the human world.

This Tiangong Division Master quietly looked at the sword in his hand that was entwined with 'immortal energy' - the future is undecided, maybe everyone is a sword immortal.

"But it's real, it's possible that it's impossible to exist."

Song Yingxin handed the sword to the young man.

This is not the sword nailed to a certain demon from the Wuwu Demon Mansion yesterday.

Nandao did not feel any residual aura of demonic blood and demonic power on it.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that such a teenager's mood will become more and more unsettled.

Nandao did not take the sword, was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Lord Master......"

Song Yingxin raised his eyebrows and looked at this young man who seemed to be a little speechless.

The latter sighed deeply, and the parrot island behind him came out of its sheath with the sword intent of fine snow - the young man held his sword and looked at it for a long time.

"You make me feel like we're like some uncivilized remnant of the past in front of you."

Song Yingxin laughed softly, took back the sword that he wanted the young man to take a closer look at, and said, "There has never been only one river in the world, has it? ”

The boy was silent for a moment, and nodded very sincerely.

"Yes."

Therefore, whether it is Huangliang cultivating witches and ghosts, or building avenues in the north, or the current Heavenly Engineering Division in the world, with the power of the world, it is reasonable to break through another road in the legacy of Li Qianyi's speculation.

and all in the rivers of the world.

The story returns to the original sentence of Li Queyi.

Spinning workers and butchers are all monastics.

"When the sergeant heard this, he acted diligently." The young man looked at Song Yingxin deeply. "You're a sergeant."

Song Yingxin said softly: "It's not me, it's the Tiangong Division, the Tiangong Division has been a thousand years, and I'm just a hundred years old." ”

The boy didn't say anything more, but he didn't go down the hanging stairs that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, to the cliff on the other side, but turned and went in the direction he had come.

Song Yingxin stood there and looked at the boy quietly.

"Aren't you going to check it out?"

The boy said calmly, "No need. ”

When the young man sees the overflowing immortal qi that he can't understand but has to understand, some things are naturally not important whether he sees them or not.

The South Island walked quietly and alone on that road.

"When you want to see my umbrella, you can tell me."