Yu Chaoyun was wearing a cyan robe, standing in the corridor and quietly looking up at the rain falling from the dome, he saw the young uncle holding an umbrella with a sword on his back and slowly walking back from outside the courtyard.

The young man's face was not very good-looking, but it was not ugly, it was like he suddenly went out and saw something surprising, and he couldn't let go of it for a long time.

Yu Chaoyun looked at him very curiously, and when the young man came, he couldn't help but ask, "Where did Uncle Shi go?" ”

Nandao glanced up at Yu Chaoyun, walked towards the corridor, and said softly, "Go find You Chunshan." ”

Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man in surprise, thought for a while and asked, "Then have you found him?" ”

Nandao stopped quietly under the eaves, perhaps such a boy should stand in the rain to look more harmonious - instead of standing under the eaves of the porch with an umbrella, looking at the sky over the edge of the umbrella and over the eaves of the umbrella.

The young man hesitated for a long time, but still didn't tell You Chunshan's stories.

It's not just because Song Yingxin said that it was the secret of the Tiangong Division.

Maybe it's because of that sentence that You Chunshan may live or die.

An uncertain thing, the teenager probably didn't know how to talk about it.

Nan Dao didn't speak, and Yu Chaoyun didn't ask, just stood there a little melancholy.

It took a long time before Nan Dao said softly: "I didn't see it, but I asked the master of the Tiangong Division, he may have to wait for a long time." ”

The boy was very clever in answering by seeing, rather than finding.

After all, he really didn't see such a young man from the East China Sea.

Nan Dao raised his head and looked at Yu Chaoyun, but he also stopped what he wanted to say.

He actually wanted Yu Chaoyun to return to the Qingtian Dao.

After all, for such a young girl in the view, it may really be a cruel thing to see the young man from the East China Sea who made her very sorry die in the Tiangong Division like this.

It's just that halfway through the words, Nandao thought of You Chunshan again.

So what about You Chunshan?

The boy thought.

He may not stay in the Tiangong Division for a long time, the story of Huaidu that can't be heard at all below, he doesn't know how it will go, maybe in the end, the Tiangong Division and the Heavenly Hell won't be able to keep him.

You Chunshan will certainly die.

It's just that if he really survived and walked out of such a cliff, but no one could see it, wouldn't it be a regrettable thing?

Nandao didn't say anything in the end.

Yu Chaoyun didn't know why the young man was silent for so long, but she didn't think much about it, she just thought that the young man had some regrets for the master nephew who didn't see her.

The girl from Qingtian Dao sighed softly and said, "It's okay, at least make sure that he is indeed still in the Tiangong Division, which is already very good, Uncle Shi." Besides, the person who asked him to come to the Tiangong Division in the first place is His Majesty today, what reason does Your Majesty have to harm such a person? ”

Nandao nodded silently, then sat down on the side of the porch, took the parrot island from behind him, and pressed it to his lap.

The rain is pouring above Huaidu, but in the world under Huaidu, the rain has a cold and shallow meaning, just beating the eaves and dripping with flowers and plants.

Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man who seemed to be refining his sword intent, and remembered what Yu Chaoyun said at the beginning, and looked at him very curiously and asked, "Is there something under Uncle Shi's umbrella?" ”

Nandao was not surprised by Yu Chaoyun's question, and there was no so-called offense.

If you see someone holding an umbrella all day, you will probably ask, "Are you a mushroom?"

So Nandao replied very calmly, "Yes." ”

Maybe it's answering what Yu Chaoyun is under his umbrella, or maybe it's responding to the kind of self-deprecating question he thinks.

Yu Chaoyun didn't continue to ask, after all, for strange things that he couldn't understand, he naturally couldn't ask too much.

It's just that when this Qingtian Dao girl looked at the sword intent that was gradually overflowing around the young man on the side of the corridor, she was a little surprised, and asked with some hesitation: "Uncle Shi's sword intent seems to be more powerful than yesterday." ”

Nandao looked down at the slightly unsheathed parrot island, reached out and pushed it into the sheath, and said softly, "After all, we are always in front." ”

Yu Chaoyun looked at this young uncle a little puzzled, not knowing what this sentence meant.

......

The sword cultivators in the world like to go to the Sword Grinding Cliff to have a look.

For thousands of years, it has been the same.

As the saying goes, 'the mountains look up, the scenery stops', although it can't be reached, the heart yearns for it.

Being able to see some sword intent like that is naturally a very good thing for sword cultivation in the world.

For the young man, what he saw today was like seeing another sword grinding cliff in the world.

That feeling may be similar to the feeling of standing under a high cliff, or it may be a little different.

After all, that high cliff is indeed walking in front of the world, and it is also walking on the world.

But the cultivation world is ahead of the Heavenly Division.

This is probably the reason why the young man's sword intent is fierce and he said such a sentence.

Song Yingxin can actually guess what such a teenager thinks when he sees those things.

Although this master of the Tiangong Division is very modest and says that he is only a century-old man, he still has a lot of pride in his heart.

This is justified and deserved.

Song Yingxin stood in front of the thousand-year-old Tiangong Division, which was indeed insignificant, and such a division was the result of the joint efforts of dozens of generations in the millennium.

Just like his father, who used to be a small official of the Tiangong Division, thought when he gave him such a name.

The world should be new.

For a hundred years and a thousand years, what can be seen should always be different.

......

Shui Zaihua left the heavenly hell, holding the small green umbrella, and walked quietly in the streets and alleys of Huaidu in the heavy rain.

Such a sudden and torrential rain made the world not able to see the face of such a man in white from those blurred and blurred visions.

Naturally, they didn't know that under all the noise in the world, someone had once drunk tea quietly in the pear blossom courtyard of the heavenly hell.

The owner of this Siwu Demon Mansion should be in the middle of the door, holding an umbrella and quietly heading north.

It wasn't until he stopped at the palace, which had a history of more than 1,000 years, that after the establishment of the Great Wind Dynasty, the palace was not renovated on a large scale, and the great demon from Qiushui directly inherited the palace inherited from Li Asan.

The history of Huaidu is naturally not as good as that of Huangliang, which once had the ancient name of Ying.

During the time of the Ghost Emperor, it was also burned down until the time of the Ming Emperor and the Huai Emperor to rebuild.

The long street leading to the palace that people saw thousands of years ago is still seen by people thousands of years later—but only at certain times. After all, today's Huaidu is much larger than it was back then, and it has become richer.

It was about the time when the lord held an umbrella and stood on the way to the palace.

The long street, which was old but also full of new ideas in the rain, quietly went straight to the palace.

The water in the bottle held an umbrella, standing there quietly, looking at the Miyagi.

After such a long stay, some passers-by who happened to pass by recognized such a waiter.

It's just that no one asked, and they didn't dare to ask, what was going on in this waiter's mind.

"Do adults feel sorry for the ending of certain stories?"

A very young and gentle voice appeared next to the bottle.

The originally somewhat discrete gaze of the owner of this Siwu Demon Mansion instantly condensed, and he turned his head to look at the Taoist who appeared in the seemingly endless rain in this Huaidu at some point.

The Taoist smiled gently, such a word is always easy to remind people of the Liu Qinghe who always laughs harmlessly at humans and animals.

But that smile is different.

A Heavenly Hell Lord who needs the world to look up to in a literal sense, and the smile on the face of a Taoist who is about the same height as the world, still have a different feeling after all.

There is also a Taoist in the world who likes to wear such a smile.

If people who look at mountains and rivers don't turn their faces, they often laugh like this.

Chen Qingshan is the same, and so is Li Shi.

Probably only the white-clothed sword cultivator who betrayed the sect halfway and went to the Human Sword Sect would be different when he laughed.

The water in the bottle naturally saw the Taoist beside him.

When His Majesty was born, many of the Taoist heroes in the north had come to Huaidu.

For example, Liu March, such as Li Shi.

Shui Zaihua quietly looked at the Taoist beside him for a long time, and then said slowly: "Sometimes it is difficult for me to connect you with the very peaceful young man at the beginning, Li Shi. ”

Li Shi smiled slightly and said, "How could I have thought that the Lord Shizhong would sometimes be like the Emperor Huai back then, which makes people feel cold? ”

In Cong Blade's words, maybe this is that the world will always change, and so do people.

Sometimes the world is cold, and so are people.

I have to admit that when this mountain and river Taoist appeared, he was very ingenious.

If the water in the bottle had not been to the Heavenly Hell, then the moment Li Shi appeared, this Lord Huaidu would not give this mountain and river viewer a chance to speak.

It's just like what Liu Qinghe, who was looking at the back of the water in the bottle in that pear blossom courtyard, thought.

The Servant Lord's heart was broken.

He had heard the Tao before, and he might have practiced the Tao, but even if he hadn't practiced it, it didn't matter.

Spinning workers and butchers are all monastics.

Naturally, they are all Dao hearts.

Therefore, Li Shi, who was smiling gently, seemed to have forgotten the storms set off by such a Taoist in the world, and just stood there for a long time, looking at the Taoist who bought a new umbrella in the rain to support him.

The water looked at the bottle for a long time, then turned his head and said slowly: "Emperor Huai, the emperor of the ages, it is difficult to evaluate the merits and demerits, how can I be worthy of being compared with such a character." ”

Even though such an emperor once really destroyed the River Styx, it also made the world realize one thing for the first time, that is, up and down the River Styx, it is the world.

This is naturally a difficult person to evaluate.

Li Shi smiled softly and said honestly: "Indeed, after all, he is His Majesty, and you are only a servant. ”

Hearing this, Shui Zaihua sneered and said, "The hand of Shanheguan seems to be stretching out more and more. ”

"I just think that Lord Shizhong doesn't necessarily have to wronged himself."

Li Shi still smiled, standing under the newly bought umbrella, looking at the palace gate at the end of the avenue in the distance for a long time, where the acacia forest was like rain, and the showers were like a forest.

"The world is the world of the world, and whoever will sit and guard it will naturally be the same. An emperor who sits on the ground all day long and wants to become an immortal, why should the lord be so nostalgic? ”

Shui Zaiju turned his head, looked at Li Shi quietly, and said lightly: "Then why don't you come and sit?" ”

Li Shi said calmly: "The younger generation is not worthy. ”

"In today's world, except for His Majesty today, naturally no one is worthy."

The water in the bottle turned his head back and said very calmly.

Li Shi quietly looked at the water in the bottle, sighed softly and said, "Since this is the case, it is natural that Li Shi lost his words.....

As such a sentence fell on the long street of stagnant water, the water in the bottle suddenly changed, and a body of demonic power instantly surrounded his body.

Under the impact of those demonic powers, the Taoist still smiled gently, but he had already raised his hand in front of him, and under the Taoist robe of the Mountains and Rivers, countless Taoist texts flew out one after another, spilling into the world like countless golden butterflies in the rain.

Shui Zaihua may not have thought that his Dao heart was broken and his mind was uncertain, so he didn't think about making a move on such a Taoist, but this young Taoist of Shanhe Guan was the first to make trouble.

The white-clothed squire squinted his eyes, stood under the green umbrella, and quietly looked at the Taoist not far from the rain.

"How many years have you been practicing?"

Li Shi said sincerely: "Fourteen years. ”

Although Chen Qingshan also called Senior Brother Li Shi.

It's just that such a Taoist, the age of cultivation is actually similar to Zhang Xiaoyu.

The two are also of similar age.

The water whispered in the bottle, "Yes, fourteen years." It's just that even Bai Fengyu, who has practiced for fourteen years, may not dare to do anything to me, how dare you? ”

In the world for a hundred years, natural years are an extremely important thing.

Li Shi may indeed be the most talented person among the contemporary Daomen.

is just a Taoist who has just passed the beginning and does not deceive the world, and naturally he will not be the opponent of a thousand-year-old demon like Water in a Bottle.

Li Shi smiled slightly, did not answer this question, and did not unfold those mighty mountains and rivers techniques, but just turned his palm into a finger and sent it forward with one finger.

"Squire, please."

The art of mountains and rivers has not been revealed.

It's just that such a Taoist temple, the most proud, is naturally that extremely ordinary finger.

Mountains and rivers a finger.

The water sneered in the bottle, stood under the umbrella, waved his hand and poured his demonic power away.

The figure of the Taoist came suddenly, and the rhyme of the mountains and rivers and the moonlight demonic power of those ancient roads instantly converged in one place.

It's just that at that moment, the sneer on the bottle's face instantly turned into an extremely surprised look.

The finger from the view of mountains and rivers, at the moment of intersection with those demonic powers, burst out with an extremely sharp sense of separation.

It's like it's not a finger, it's a sword.

The white-clothed waiter under the green umbrella, after being surprised, finally saw the Taoist's finger clearly.

That is naturally the finger of the mountains and rivers of the view of mountains and rivers.

It's just that it's syndacty.

Parallel finger single finger, naturally there is little difference.

It's just that sometimes it can have an advantage that a single finger can't match.

For example, you can hold something.

That finger instantly broke through the vast demonic power that should not have been broken, and appeared in front of the water bottle.

The water looked at the Taoist's slender and powerful fingers in a daze, with a white hair between his fingers.

The meaning of cutting everything comes from the white hair.

Who in the world has white hair and can have such an amazing sword intent?

Water in a bottle can only think of one person.

Liuyun Sword Sect, Chen Yunxi.

So the reason why the Taoist dared to attack such a master of the Siwu Demon Mansion in Huaidu was naturally very clear.

......

On the sloping platform in the distance, those sword cultivators from the Human Sword Sect instantly changed their faces at that moment.

Taoists are hidden in the wind and rain, and nature is sometimes invisible.

It's just that the intent of such a sword is naturally impossible to hide.

Shan Zhaoshui and Zhong Sweeping Snow, the two six-stacked cultivators, both looked in the direction of Miyagi with awe-inspiring expressions.

There was a belated Dao Yun in the wind and rain, and it was finally discovered by these sword cultivators.

Behind the two of them, several sword cultivators came again, either old or extremely young, although the sword intent of those people was overflowing, but for the sword cultivators, at a glance, they would feel like seeing the blade of the sword.

Of course, the Human Sword Sect could not only have a nine-stack sword cultivator like Xie Chunxue.

"Mountains and rivers are a finger."

Someone whispered.

"There is also the sword intent of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect."

"Chen Yunxi."

Some things, once they appear, are naturally extremely distinct.

Shan Zhaoshui looked solemn, looked at those senior brothers and asked slowly, "So why do these things appear in Huaidu?" ”

Someone took the sword behind him and stood on the high platform, the name on the sword had long been worn out, but some sounds could be faintly heard.

Loud voice.

It was a certain Sword Sect disciple three hundred years ago.

South Gate Qingyu.

A sword cultivator of the Nine Stacks of the Great Dao, the Sword Cliff Blue Lotus Realm.

"It may not matter why you came, what matters is what you do."

"The water in the bottle seems to be going in that direction."

The group of sword cultivators fell silent.

Of course, they are also uninvited guests to Huaidu.

However, after all, the stories of the world are always different.

There was a light sound of sword intent on the slanting platform, and those sword cultivators may indeed have some thoughts of making a move.

Only in the end it fell silent.

Nanmen Qingyu put away his sword and sat down again in the rain.

Of course, it's not that they're happy to see the world embarrassed.

It's just that.

The matter of Huaidu, of course, has the people of Huaidu to solve it.

......

The finger of the mountain and river with a certain fifteen stacks of sword cultivation white hair was intercepted.

Tall men like great apes or black cliffs appeared in the rain of this wide street.

Li Shi quietly looked at the man in black who raised his hand and grabbed the sword stiffly, the white hair in his hand was broken inch by inch, as if the long sword had collapsed.

The Taoist raised his head slightly, looking at the man who also had a gentle smile.

The black-robed man's sword intent was like an abyss and a sea, like an ancient sword cultivator whose name should not have been buried.

"The world really underestimates the prison master."

The smile on the Taoist's face was still the same, and as he said, the rhyme of the streets dissipated, and his figure gradually faded away.

Shui Zaiju stood under the green umbrella and silently looked at the back of the man in front of him.

That's the Lord of Hell.

Liuqing River.