May 25, 1004.

The originally busy Tiangong Division gradually calmed down, and the young man walked out of the yard with an umbrella, and when he looked quietly under the dome of the rain that was quietly falling, he always felt that the busyness of the previous days was like an illusion.

Everything is in order and in order.

It was exactly the same as the scene I saw when I came down.

It's just that Song Yingxin still hasn't looked for himself.

No one came to tell themselves what happened to the story on the streets and alleys of Huaidu.

The boy stood silently in that cramped alley for a long time, and finally did not choose to go up to take a look, but turned back to the courtyard.

Yu Chaoyun was quietly practicing in the small pavilion in the courtyard.

Of course, the practice is boring, but sometimes the waiting is more boring, and the practice becomes wonderful and moving.

After seeing the young man holding an umbrella and coming back in, Yu Chaoyun dispersed the rhyme, and sat there excitedly leaning forward to look at the young man.

"Uncle Shi, it seems that I am about to break the realm."

Nan Dao looked up at Yu Chaoyun in some surprise, and the latter continued: "After listening to my uncle's teachings that day, I gradually calmed down, and found that this was quite a bit of rapid progress - probably it is indeed the right thing to be quiet in the world. ”

Nandao looked at her silently for a long time, and then said seriously: "Congratulations." ”

The boy said congratulations seriously, but the girl's expression gradually hesitated.

Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man standing with an umbrella in the courtyard for a long time, thought about it, and asked, "Uncle Shi has something on his mind?" ”

Nandao calmly walked towards the eaves of the courtyard porch, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's nothing. ”

Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man and hesitated for a long time, but finally did not continue to ask.

After all, the boy is indeed detached from the rain and alienated.

Although the rainstorm above Huaidu not long ago has long ended, for the bottom of Huaidu, the drizzle that slowly penetrates and drips has been continuous for a long time.

It's just that Yu Chaoyun didn't plan to ask, but the young man sitting in the porch looked up at her after being silent for a long time, and said, "Can you do me a favor?" ”

Yu Chaoyun looked at Nandao very strangely and asked, "What is Uncle Shi going to do?" ”

Nandao hesitated for a while, and then said softly: "Help me go up there and ask if there is anything big happening in Huaidu recently." ”

The young man still didn't say what it was, maybe there were some things that he said in his own mouth, and it didn't mean the same as hearing it in the world.

Yu Chaoyun's figure disappeared above the pavilion, and after a while, the girl wearing a Qingtian Dao robe appeared in the courtyard, found an umbrella, and slowly walked along the courtyard road.

Nan Dao looked at Yu Chaoyun, thought for a while, and continued: "It's not convenient for me to go out of the Tiangong Division, maybe you can hear some news when you walk into the streets and alleys under those domes....."

As the boy spoke, his voice gradually lowered.

After a while, he whispered, "Forget it." ”

Yu Chaoyun was originally going to go out, but when he heard Nandao's words, he asked with some doubts: "Why forget it?" ”

Nandao was silent for a moment, only shaking his head calmly.

Yu Chaoyun seemed to understand something, looked at Nan Dao and said seriously: "Then Uncle Shi can also do me a favor." ”

Nan Dao looked up at Yu Chaoyun silently and asked, "What's busy?" ”

Yu Chaoyun thought for a while and said, "When I come back, seriously evaluate how the tea I brewed." ”

Nandao was silent for a while, but he breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Okay." ”

The Qingtian Dao girl didn't say anything more, and walked out of the courtyard with an umbrella through the slowly drifting rain curtains.

......

In fact, the rumors of the world still exist.

It's just that the people of Huaidu don't know how to say a lot of things.

Everything has to start from the rainstorm after the bold, there are those who are not afraid of death, and they really saw the waiter who was watching the rain on the street outside the square in the middle of the day, and asked the question in passing.

At that time, the rain had just stopped, and the depressed emotions brought about by the external imagery of the people of Huaidu finally eased a little.

Someone saw the waiter who was dressed in white and holding a green umbrella.

Probably pinched, so he stood under the hanging street, screaming loudly for water in the bottle.

"Lord Squire!"

The water in the bottle looked down in surprise at the time.

only to find that it was just an unknown passer-by in Huaidu that he didn't know.

After a little silence, Shui Zai Bottle whispered, "What's the matter?" ”

The man probably didn't expect that the water in the bottle would really respond to him, but he hesitated a little for a while, and it took a long time, until there were more and more people nearby, and the man slowly asked: "Dali Temple is investigating the case of the death of the military department Shangshu, I heard that incident, it may be the ....... of the servant"

The man's question wasn't finished.

This Huaidu subordinate replied to him very calmly.

"Yes."

For a moment, there was silence everywhere, and then there was an endless uproar.

Even if the Heavenly Hell and Dali Temple really grabbed such a thing and didn't let go, but none of them thought that such a thing was really done by the Siwu Demon Mansion, and probably didn't even think that this Lord in the Servant really admitted such a thing.

People stopped looking at each other and whispered about it, so that all over the street was congested.

The water looked at everyone quietly for a long time, and then calmly walked down the long street.

"The rain has stopped, let it go."

The people made way to the Demon Mansion like that.

Someone looked at the back of the white-clothed Ning He but also lonely, hesitated a little, and continued to ask, "What about that young man?" ”

Water in the bottle did not answer.

Even if his heart was broken, he still didn't want to answer such a question.

Yes or no, it seems to be a kind of mistake.

So leave everything to silence.

It is worth mentioning that the person who asked the question, surnamed Gu and named Xiaoer, worked as a junior in a noodle restaurant in the south of the city.

The wind never ends, and the rain never ends.

The voices that came suddenly and there was a commotion, but after the adult outside the noon fang really answered, they fell silent.

When people looked at the quiet Demon Mansion and the Heavenly Hell, they suddenly understood what they were waiting for—waiting for His Majesty's return.

In a place like the Siwu Demon Mansion, such a person in the door, naturally only His Majesty is qualified to adjudicate.

When Yu Chaoyun, a girl from Qingtian Dao, who was holding a very delicate small umbrella made by the Tiangong Division, walked up to the Huaidu world under the dome, she saw some very ordinary and calm stories.

People came and went as if nothing had happened, and it was even calmer than when he and You Chunshan came.

Yu Chaoyun looked up at the stone dome above her in amazement—after all, she came in too much of a hurry that night, and neither she nor You Chunshan had taken a closer look at the appearance of this world.

The girl looked at the dome and listened very carefully to what the passers-by were talking about.

It's a pity that the streets and alleys of the world that sink under the Huaidu often regard the dome as the reason for the night sky, Yu Chaoyun didn't hear anything useful, most of them were some occasional passers-by gossiping, such as whose dog had been raised for a few years gave birth to a litter of puppies and the like.

Yu Chaoyun walked for a while, then stopped on the side of the street, looked up at the overturned dome for a long time, for such a girl, those stone domes that carry the transformation of Huaidu are naturally very novel.

How does the sky become earth, and how does rain and fog become clear streams?

What is the avenue, and where does the world come from?

Yu Chaoyun looked at it, but he was a little distracted.

Then, at a certain moment, the light of the sky in the world fell downwards like a heavy rain like breaking the shell of a melon.

Yu Chaoyun looked at that scene in a daze.

The dome cracked, the lights flowed, and then poured down in an incomparably brilliant twilight.

Yu Chaoyun felt like a person who had lived in a pumpkin all his life, and one day, perhaps today, there would be a hard-working farmer who picked the melon at dusk and split it with a knife, so that everything except the pumpkin spilled in.

Maybe the true meaning of life is in the pumpkin.

Yu Chaoyun raised his head in the midst of those huge roaring sounds, silently looking at such a picture of the twilight flowing like a cliff in the world.

The streets and alleys settled, and some streets rose, as if they were going to welcome the feast of today's twilight.

Yu Chaoyun, who was holding the small umbrella with the delicate whackles of the Tiangong Division, stood on top of the split pumpkin before he came back to his senses.

The girl of Qingtian Dao stood on the street where the world suddenly became twilight, clear and glorious, her heart could not be calm for a long time, and she said in amazement: "What a magnificent! ”

The girl was just sighing to herself, but she didn't expect someone on the side to respond.

"yes."

In those two short words, it contains extremely strong emotions.

Yu Chaoyun turned his head with some curiosity and found that it was a man dressed in black.

This Qingtian Dao girl was probably very puzzled and asked, "Aren't you Heavenly Hell people often able to see such things?" Why are you so surprised? ”

The man in black stood on the side of the street and said slowly, "Do you like dusk?" ”

Yu Chaoyun didn't know why he would ask such a question, hesitated a little, and said, "It's okay." ”

The man looked up quietly at the twilight of the day, and said softly, "So who in the world would say that he is tired of seeing this gorgeous and supreme evening?" ”

So of course always love and always marvel.

Yu Chaoyun nodded thoughtfully, and then the Qingtian Dao girl looked at the person with some surprise.

"I thought that you people in hell were all gloomy and unkind, ....."

Yu Chaoyun stopped halfway through his words.

After all, before that, she and You Chunshan had only met Liu Qinghe, the prison master who looked very gentle and smiled.

The man didn't say anything, neither objected nor agreed, just stood there quietly, watching the twilight sky and the prosperous world with this girl from the Qingtian Dao.

After a long time, Yu Chaoyun finally remembered the purpose of his coming up to take a look, hesitated a little, looked at this man in black clothes who seemed to be very gentle and ordinary, and asked softly: "Has anything happened in Huaidu recently?" ”

The man turned his head to look at Yu Chaoyun, and then turned his head back.

Yu Chaoyun thought that he wouldn't say anything, but he didn't expect this man to say very calmly: "There is no big deal, and there is a big event that is about to end." You can go back and tell the boy who was hiding, and if you're a little more laid-back, you can come up there and watch the dusk. ”

Yu Chaoyun stood there a little stunned, he didn't seem to have said those things, how could this man from heaven know?

It's just that before Yu Chaoyun could ask this question, the man had already taken a step and walked slowly along the long streets where the sun was shining with sunshine, quietly heading forward.

That feeling reminded Yu Chaoyun of his father.

It was a small courtyard in the world near Qingtian Road, and after a busy day's work, my father would move a stool in the yard and sit on his legs.

Although the two forms are not the same, after all, one is walking and the other is sitting.

But the demeanor is so similar.

Yu Chaoyun hesitated for a long time, but decided to go back first and tell such a young man that there was a ramp down not far away, although Yu Chaoyun was not familiar with Huaidu, but it did not affect her judgment that it was the road to the bottom of Huaidu.

All the way through the alley, the pouring twilight turned into a drizzle again.

Yu Chaoyun was a little reluctant to turn around and cross the alley that went up, and looked there for a long time.

......

You Chunshan didn't remember how he came to such a place.

This is a platform between cliffs with rain and mist.

Overhead, it seemed to be a very transparent, glass-like thing, as if someone had cut off a piece of those incomparably distant heavenly domes and covered the platform.

He opened his eyes and lay there silently, looking at the glass barrier above where a lot of rain was snakeing down.

It's just that after thinking about it for a long time, I still can't remember what happened.

All the memories only stopped at a man from a certain Tiangong Division, who took himself to such a distant cliff on the other side.

And then what?

The young man's mind in the East China Sea was still very chaotic, and he vaguely remembered that the man named Song Yingxin seemed to have said something, but he couldn't remember anything.

You Chunshan tried to sit up.

It's just a muscular body that doesn't listen to me, as if he has nothing but this head.

This couldn't help but make him nervous.

Is it true that I only have one head left?

Then certain words crashed into his mind like a deer that had accidentally broken into the deep forest.

Cold bones.

The limbs atrophy until respiratory failure.

You Chunshan stayed there.

He finally remembered something more.

For example, someone asks him to make a choice.

For example, I stepped on those curling mist, walked for a long time on a lonely hanging road, and finally came to such a cliff.

Then he saw an old man with a solemn face.

Of course, it's not an old fairy.

It's just a doctor with a serious expression.

Atractylodes.

You Chunshan remembered the doctor's name.

Of course, it was not only seen at the time, but now You Chunshan has also seen it.

The old doctor named Baizhu walked in with many strange utensils, such as a very delicate small knife that shimmered with cold light, such as a very rough and savage axe, and many more things that You Chunshan couldn't name.

You Chunshan tilted his head and saw that there were many bamboo houses not far away, and there were vaguely many officials of the Tiangong Division who were busy inside.

Such a picture can't help but make the heart of this young man from the East China Sea tighten.

After all, no matter how you look at it, it's like you're going to split your body and then eat it.

Baizhu seemed to see something in the eyes of the stiff and immobile young man, and calmly told him the story of Li Asan, the queen emperor of Huai'an, who was gouged out of his heart, and then sewn back to him with sword intent as a needle.

You Chunshan listened to the story with great trepidation.

Baizhu was very casual with those tools, such as the rough and savage axe.

"This is for gouging your head."

And that delicate knife.

"It's for cutting your flesh and skin."

Baizhu put all those things down, and then said calmly.

"Of course, we'll sew it up for you eventually."

Such terrifying words, coupled with the old doctor's calm expression, always reminded You Chunshan of some strange stories he had heard in the East China Sea Town when he was a child.

After the cold-blooded and ruthless old doctor Bai Shu finished saying those things, he knelt down beside You Chunshan very dignified and looked at him with a solemn expression.

"Of course, before I do, I still need you to confirm again....."

Baizhu whispered.

"Do you really want to choose this?"

You Chunshan fell silent.

Baizhu's voice was still ringing in his ears.

"If you want to say no, blink your eyes."

You Chunshan lay there silently until tears flowed down his face - of course, he was not crying with excitement, but he had kept his eyes open for too long, and tears would inevitably flow out.

Of course, this young man from the East China Sea also understands many things, and knows that when he walks through those many hanging roads, he knows that there are some things that have no way to go back.

Everything is falling, and he can only move forward.

It's just that.

It's just my stupid old doctor.

How long do you want me to keep my eyes open?

You Chunshan thought a little melancholy, tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes—maybe those moist things were not just because his eyes had been open for too long.

Atractylodes is certainly clear.

It's just that the old doctor still knelt silently beside the young man, watching him hold on until his eyes were red, and he refused to blink his eyes, so he sighed.

"I see."

So the officials, who had been preparing outside, finally came in with a lot of things.

There are extremely large and heavy utensils, as well as extremely delicate and insignificant things.

Of course, You Chunshan couldn't understand what it was.

It was very quiet among the white cliffs, but You Chunshan seemed to hear a lot of noisy sounds—that kind of trance-like thought, which made him feel as if he was experiencing some kind of strange but familiar new life.

There was really an axe chiseled into his head.

It made his eyes look like gold stars, and he was muddy.

It seems that some miraculous creations of heaven and earth are slashing their own lives with great slashes.

Only then can there be light.