Of course, it is not uncommon for drunkards not to mean such a thing as drinking.

The people of Dali Temple took Zhu Congwen away and imprisoned him, of course, they didn't really want to do anything about such a book.

It's just that someone started a group with a big desolate starfall, and his fifth-level smart flashed to follow the group.

It didn't take long for the death of the military department Shangshu, but in the past few days, it was just covered by the confrontation between the Heavenly Hell and the Siwu Demon Mansion.

Now, with some of the investigations in the Heavenly Hell coming to light, such a story has naturally returned to the world's attention.

And the next actions of Dali Temple, they can't help but have to think about those things.

Many people in the Siwu Demon Mansion were taken to Dali Temple.

On the other hand, the Siwu Demon Mansion, which was supposed to fight back against the Heavenly Hell, suddenly fell silent after that.

Just as the vague denials of Hell's are extremely well-founded.

It's just that with the outflow of some stories above the court, the matter that Lord Shizhong has long left the center of the Gale Dynasty's resolution has finally been heard by the world.

All of a sudden, people gradually became bold in the face of such a Siwu Demon Mansion that was inseparable from the death of the military department's Shangshu.

Yu Qingnian, the secretary of Dali Temple, listened to the noon in the world, and the discussion on the streets in the rain, naturally he was also a little melancholy.

It's not that I don't want to hear that kind of sound, it's just that I don't want to hear it near Dali Temple.

After all, it's still the current waiter.

His Majesty has not returned, and even Heavenly Hell has no right to deal with such a person.

Unless mutiny.

But if Huaidu wanted to mutiny, such a thing would have happened while the military department was still in the book.

And not all the way to now.

Zhu Congwen was imprisoned in Dali Temple, and he tirelessly talked about many things in the past.

He didn't know how many times the people in Dali Temple had to listen to it before they could believe that the stories he said were indeed true, and that he was just a scholar who was innocently involved.

After finally dealing with the interrogation between the Criminal Department and Dali Temple, Zhu Congwen could finally stay quietly for a while.

It's just that the scholar hasn't been resting in prison for long, and those officials from Dali Temple have come again.

But fortunately, this time it was not arraigned.

They also brought a person.

Gu Xiaoer, who used an insulated food box to hold a bowl of noodles that scholars love to eat.

After sending away the strange noodle-eating Taoist, Gu Xiaoer thought about it, dried his clothes, carefully got down a bowl of noodles, loaded it, and came towards Dali Temple.

Eating noodles in the alley and eating noodles in prison always means different.

Zhu Congwen looked at Gu Xiaoer, who was sitting down outside the prison, where he was opening the food box and pouring the noodles and soup together, and said with some melancholy: "I didn't expect that Brother Gu, you would come to bring me noodles to eat." ”

Gu Xiaoer was stirring the noodles there, and then handed the noodles in, and said seriously: "Because I thought about it, such a bowl of noodles eaten in such an evening always makes people feel like a severed head rice, which is too unlucky." ”

Zhu Congwen took the bowl of noodles, although it rained heavily in the world, but it was not a cold winter after all, this bowl of noodles was not cold yet, and when the scholar thought that it was not cold, he was also taken by Gu Xiaoer to think a little cranky, it is a good thing that there is no cold, the noodles are not cold, and he is not cold.

Not only is the noodles not cold, but there is also no lump, after all, Gu Xiaoer considered that Dali Temple was far away from the noodle restaurant, so the noodle soup was separated.

The scholar was very moved to eat the bowl of noodles, but he also said in a puzzled manner: "Isn't eating a bowl of noodles like this in prison like a severed head meal?" ”

Gu Xiaoer said sincerely: "Of course not, because I will bring you noodles to eat later." ”

Zhu Congwen ate noodles and drank soup, thought about it, and said; "How's it going out there?"

It's already afternoon.

The wind in the world has been blowing for a long time.

Naturally, there should be some clarity on the trend.

When Gu Xiaoer heard this, he was silent, silently looked at Zhu Congwen for a long time, and then said softly: "You eat noodles first." ”

So Zhu Congwen had already guessed a lot of things.

Lord Shizhong may indeed be powerless to return to heaven.

All that was left in this cell was the dull sound of eating noodles.

Zhu Congwen finished the bowl of noodles in silence, then put the bowl aside, sat there cross-legged, and silently looked at Gu Xiaoer outside the cell.

Gu Xiaoer thought for a long time, and then said softly: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much, after all, you really haven't done anything illegal, you are not charged, even if Lord Shizhong really falls, you will not be punished very harshly." ”

Gu Xiaoer thought for a long time, and the scholar was silent for a long time, and then sighed and said, "Of course I also know that I can't die." Even if it's me who is sitting in prison now, not him. Just ......"

Zhu Congwen looked at Gu Xiaoer very sincerely.

"I'm very realistic to tell you, I'm just worried about whether the trajectory of my life will be changed because of such an incident in the future. You know, it's not a good thing to be involved with a squire who the world is happy to see fall, in the final analysis—I don't want to be a junior in a noodle restaurant for the rest of my life. I'm just worried about my future. ”

Gu Xiaoer fell silent.

For a person who has been a junior for a lifetime, such words may indeed be a little hurtful.

It's just that for such a scholar who has studied hard since childhood and was born in the Hanging Academy, if he can only be a junior second, it will probably be the same hurtful thing.

Although it may not be a vain talent, he has never opened his arms in his life.

But after all, it is a great pity for the word scholar.

Just like that scholar in Huangliang.

In the story of the cultivation world, the scholar named Qing Xuanxuan is certainly a man of destiny, but in the story of the world, he is probably just a person who can't seek fame.

Gu Xiaoer was silent for a long time, and finally didn't say anything, just sighed for a long time.

This noodle shop junior actually wanted to ask the scholar what he was going to the Siwu Demon Mansion for the second time, but he was probably here, and there was no need to ask.

He once thought that he could pick up ten thousand taels of gold on the road, so that he could have enough confidence to talk a lot of things to a girl in his heart generously.

Gu Xiaoer put away those noodle bowls, lifted the food box, stood up, and looked at the scholar for a long time, but at this time, he really couldn't say anything useful to comfort him, so he walked towards the outside of the prison, walked halfway, stopped again, looked back at the scholar and muttered for a long time, before he whispered: "I'll bring you noodles to eat tomorrow." ”

This is probably Gu Xiaoer's comfort.

Zhu Congwen smiled softly and said, "Okay." ”

......

"It is undeniable that before you appeared, I did want to go to the Tiangong Division."

The water is holding a green umbrella in a bottle, standing in the long street, quietly looking at Liu Qinghe holding an umbrella in the rain.

Under the palace, it is indeed such an extremely vast and huge office.

Water in the bottle appears here, naturally not just to take a look at this Miyagi.

The white-haired sword between his fingers easily broke through the demonic power of the water in the bottle, but he couldn't even blow the black robe of this Heavenly Hell Lord.

Everything was silent in those sword intent like the abyss and the sea.

It's like the wind blowing into the wind.

Liu Qinghe just smiled slightly and said: "Even if you go to the Tiangong Division, there will be no way, on the contrary, if you really make any noise in the Tiangong Division, the water is in the bottle." ”

The Lord of Heaven and Hell had a calm expression and did not address Lord Shizhong.

"You are the greatest sinner on earth for a thousand years."

The water in the bottle silently looked at a certain alley in the distance in the misty rain, slanting downward, through there, it was the hanging street that went down, and after walking there, there was a hole in the world.

Or maybe another fate.

It's a pity that the arrival of such a Taoist has changed many things.

Whoever underestimates such a heavenly hell lord is not only in the world.

Water is the same in a bottle.

The squire didn't say anything more, and stood there silent for a long time, and then said softly, "At this point, the story is indeed over. ”

Liu Qinghe smiled warmly and said, "Maybe yes, but maybe not, I gave you a story to prove yourself." ”

Shui Zaihuan looked at Liu Qinghe in some surprise, but the latter didn't say anything, just turned around and walked away in the rain.

After walking a long way, as if remembering something again, I looked back at the misty and blurred blue and white in the rain.

"Is it still the clouds in the blue sky and the water in the bottle?"

The attendant just whispered, "Yes." ”

The clouds are in the sky.

The water is still in the bottle.

The water in the bottle, holding an umbrella, quietly watched there for a long time.

The story of the world may indeed be very hurried, and it is already in the afternoon, and the lord still sees the lords who have returned from the palace hall with a sad face.

The ministers of the various Shangshu and Shangshu Lingzhong Orders probably didn't think that they would see water in a bottle here.

Although there are some stories that everyone knows, but the water in the bottle is still in the door.

But the crowd still came over and went away with the water in the bottle.

Shui Zaihua returned the salute with a calm expression, and when they were about to leave, the attendant said a word very calmly in the rain.

"Huangliang retreated this time, and he will not come across Daze again, and next, Huai'an only needs to beware of the rebellious Hanging Courtyard and the matter of the human demon clan."

The right attendant, who was temporarily appointed as the secretary of the military department, turned around and looked at the waiter in the rain in surprise.

Naturally, many people don't know why the water in the bottle is suddenly talking about such a thing here.

They may have thought that after this servant left the palace there, he had no intention of paying attention to these human affairs.

It's just that many stories, naturally not so.

In the middle of the door, naturally he will always be the servant of His Majesty.

The Siwu Demon Mansion will always be Huai'an's Siwu Demon Mansion.

No matter how paranoid the water is about such a young man, it is naturally impossible not to pay attention to those things in this door-to-door service who talks about the moonlight and the thousands of years in the world.

Shang Shuling, who was about sixty years old, frowned and looked at the water in the bottle, and said in a deep voice: "How can Lord Shizhong be so determined? ”

Shui Zaihua stood there very calmly, perhaps remembering something that a Taoist said before, this white-clothed demon said very seriously: "Because the world is the world of the people of the world." There's no reason for the chill cicada to continue doing something stupid. ”

The group was silent for a long time, and the official Shangshu looked deeply at the water in the bottle, and said slowly: "What about the waiter?" ”

The water in the bottle held the umbrella and left calmly.

"Of course I don't."

Some stories are naturally in moderation.

......

Maybe the Tiangong Division is also busy.

The young man sat quietly in the courtyard for an afternoon, and he didn't see the master of the Tiangong Division, who was originally a little interested, saying that he wanted to come and see his umbrella.

It's as if something like that has suddenly been forgotten.

The young man faintly felt that it might have something to do with such a sudden appearance of the Taoist.

It's just that everything is going on, after all, the boy doesn't know anything about many things, so naturally he can't guess anything.

Even if the fine snow sword is first famous in the world, after all, the young man is still a person who is drowned in the tide.

This world is changing too fast.

Even if the teenager is straight to the point, it is difficult to follow the footsteps of such people.

After rejecting Yu Chaoyun's very sincere wolfberry tea several times, the young man had to euphemistically express his preference for drinking, and then finally settled down in the courtyard and meditated and practiced.

Until a certain moment, the parrot island behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, and in the incomprehensible eyes of Yu Chaoyun and Nandao, it paraded in the courtyard with the sword intent of fine snow.

The two of them were very surprised and looked up at the stone domes.

There is a fire hanging in the world, and there is rain in the world.

The misty lights that illuminated the world in this underground world were as if they were blown by a strong wind at that moment, and they kept fluttering.

It was the moment when a certain white-haired sword intent appeared on the streets of Huaidu.

Yu Chaoyun was very dazed and terrified, remembering when he was in the Qingtian Dao.

At a certain moment, she also felt such a sword intent.

Although it is also only fleeting, that kind of heart palpitation, this Taoist girl who has come out of the realm, is naturally difficult to forget.

She didn't know who that sword intent was coming from.

It's just that the young man next to him seems to know something.

There are three swords in the world, and the young man has seen two.

This is actually a very strange thing.

Even for thousands of years, there are few sword cultivators in the world who have seen three swords at the same time.

If you can see the Blade, it's hard to see Kamigawa.

Vice versa.

The moment those sword intent appeared, the young man instantly realized in his heart who the sword intent came from that that could be detected by people like them.

It's probably only Chen Yunxi.

The young man looked up and quietly looked at the lights on the dome that had gradually subsided for a long time, and then raised his hand to summon the Parrot Island.

This sword from the Grass is Firefly Sword Lake is indeed far better than the boy's own peach blossom sword.

After all, that's the real Sword of Sharpening the Cliff.

Even the current cliff master, the young man's female gentleman, in a sense, can't be regarded as sharpening the sword of the cliff.

Yu Chaoyun's eyes fell on the young man's sword, and he gradually came back to his senses from that surprise, and looked at the young man's sword in amazement.

"Uncle Shi's sword, it should be very powerful."

This is certainly not a boast.

In fact, although this sword suddenly came out of its sheath in those sword intents, it was not a convulsion.

On the contrary, there was a sense of excitement in the sound of the sword.

Nandao didn't look smug, just calmly returned the sword to its sheath.

"It's not my sword."

The young man quietly looked at the sword in his hand and said softly: "Maybe this is the sword that a certain senior gave me to tell the world something." ”

In fact, Nandao has never called grass a firefly predecessor.

When I first saw the young man in green clothes walking leisurely in that spring breeze town, Nandao has always regarded him as a peer, even if there are many guesses and understandings later, he has not called his predecessors, but just said that grass is a firefly.

The young man in green clothes was naturally happy to do the same.

After all, teenagers under umbrella are annoying.

It's just that when talking to outsiders, Nandao still says the word senior.

Yu Chaoyun asked with some curiosity: "Senior? Is it Cong Blade senior? ”

The boy shook his head, not explaining.

"And what is he going to tell the world?"

Nandao lowered his head and pressed his sword and said calmly, "It's nothing. ”

Yu Chaoyun didn't ask any further.

Everyone rightfully has their own secrets.

The Qingtian Dao girl looked up again at the dome walls that were dripping with lights, and said softly, "I don't know what happened above Huaidu. ”

The South Island certainly doesn't know.

It was just a path of fate that had been cut off by the Taoists.

The boy didn't know that the story about Huaidu was actually about to end.

......

Song Yingxin didn't have time to look for the boy.

After the Taoist from the Qingtian Dao called Qin Chulai left, the Tiangong Division became busy.

Among the ministers who crowded the alleys to an extremely cramped area, there were officials everywhere who sorted out all kinds of records and documents - what Song Yingxin said, of course, was extremely serious, and the Tiangong Division was of course not only a machine, but an all-encompassing office.

The officials really brought out all the records of the twenty years that had been extended from the autumn rain of that day.

The various officials on the stone platform temporarily stopped their original work and devoted themselves to identifying the vast amount of information.

But it was detailed to a certain family in Luming at the beginning, and what kind of dish was fried in the heavy snow.

Song Yingxin silently looked at the record that recorded the bowl of celery and yellow beef fried by a certain family.

In the land of wind and snow all day long, things like yellow beef are naturally rare.

But it's probably not something suspicious.

After all, it's not the New Year, and you can also eat dumplings.

The master of the Heavenly Crafts Division put down the paperwork in his hand a little tiredly, took off the skull, and sat there pinching his eyebrows.

Outside the hospital, someone suddenly ran over, bypassed the piled up of records, and stopped in front of Song Yingxin's desk.

"My lord, there seems to be something suspicious here."

Song Yingxin, who was going to rest for a while, had to put it back on, and then took a booklet handed over by the official.

It was a gift list about the birthday of the Demon Emperor Kamigawa eleven years ago.

It records the list of congratulatory gifts sent by various cities and many places of practice in the world at that time.

Song Yingxin was silent for a long time, opened the booklet, and saw a name circled by the officials on it.

The Master of the Heavenly Crafts Division looked at the name for a long time, and gradually narrowed his eyes.