People don't know what the story is after the Demon Mansion that night.

The young man under the umbrella also showed an extremely strange look when he learned that those human sword cultivators who had stayed on the Huaidu Leaning Platform for several months had disappeared without a trace overnight.

Of course, Yu Chaoyun didn't know these things, this Qingtian Dao girl was just quietly practicing in the Tiangong Division, and it was rare for her to go out for a walk as often as a teenager like that.

Of course, the young man's mind was depressed, and the death of the servant not only buried a thorn in the hearts of the world, but also buried a thorn in the young man's heart.

It's a pity that Huaidu didn't have someone who could let the boy talk about his inner feelings well. So the young man sometimes left the Tiangong Division, holding an umbrella and looking at the prosperous streets and alleys of the world for a long time, but he didn't really go to the capital city to take a good walk, but returned to those stone domes, sat on the side of the broken street, and quietly looked at the busy priests below.

I heard that Huai is very busy, after all, the affairs of the service and the Zhongshu order and the military department need to be properly handled.

It's just that this kind of thing probably has nothing to do with the Tiangong Division.

The Heavenly Hell has been alienated from the court, and the Heavenly Engineering Division is even farther away from the Heavenly Hell.

Even if it is just like Liu Qinghe said, the master of the Tiangong Division will be an extremely powerful person in the next thousand years, after all, everything is still in the accumulation of strength now.

The scale of civilization of such a priest is already much higher than that of the human world, but it will take a long time to confirm and implement it after all.

At the end of May, when a certain twilight in the world fell in an instant and was covered by those domes in an instant, the boy finally waited for the invitation of the master of the Heavenly Works.

Holding his umbrella and carrying his sword, the young man walked up the raised hanging road, and walked all the way to the priests below with the heavenly priest who had come to look for him.

Finally, the master of the Tiangong Division, who was busy from some stories, was waiting in the Tiangong Ya at the bottom of those Si Ya.

Kaiwu Ya is Song Yingxin's office, and Tiangong Ya can be seen from the name, this is the most basic and fundamental office of the Tiangong Division, such as the stargazing Ya Taiyi Ya, which often comes from the merger of thousands of years.

This is a huge office located in the center of the Tiangong Division, covering an extremely wide area, and there are many platforms that carry many civil offices.

When Nandao came here with the officials, there were already many Huaidu masters waiting outside the yamen with Song Yingxin.

The young man held the umbrella and looked at the people of the world, and there were many emotions in his heart, and he saluted with the umbrella.

"I've seen you."

Song Yingxin smiled softly and waved his hand, and said, "No need to be polite, the division was a little busy a few days ago, but it made you wait a little longer, and we should make amends to you." ”

Before Nandao could say anything, there were already very eager craftsmen looking at the young man's umbrella with burning eyes.

"I wonder if the young man can give me the umbrella and take a closer look?"

Nandao was silent for a while, saluted again, and said seriously: "This umbrella can't be left with you, I'm sorry." ”

If the young man hadn't seen those swords overflowing with immortal qi at the beginning, maybe he wouldn't have been so polite.

Such a human office did bring a lot of shocks to the young man.

The man didn't insist, but sighed.

Song Yingxin said with a smile on the side: "We have prepared a courtyard for you in the Tiangong Ya, and these days, I will trouble you to live here temporarily." ”

Nan Dao frowned slightly, and did not refuse, but asked seriously, "I don't know how long I want to stay here?" ”

Song Yingxin pondered for a while and said: "At most, one month, if the Tiangong Division can't find anything from this umbrella within a month, you can leave freely at that time." ”

Nandao breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Okay." ”

Song Yingxin smiled, pushed away the craftsmen, and led the young man towards the depths of the Tiangong Ya.

The boy walked down the road with an umbrella, looking around at the many unknown objects on both sides, both large and elaborate.

Song Yingxin introduced many things to the boy very sincerely.

Nandao was still in such a office, and saw a very ancient sword-forging place.

There are many sword cultivation in the world, and the place where swords are cast is naturally not uncommon.

It's just that for the young man, he was probably still a little surprised to see such a thing in such a place.

Song Yingxin probably guessed what the young man thought after looking at the sword casting division for a long time, but said seriously: "Not necessarily new is good. The swords of sword cultivation in the world are all out of the sword casting furnace, such an ancient craft, naturally has its uniqueness. ”

Nandao remembered his peach blossom sword.

With such a blue-black sword, the sword body is naturally full of gaps.

The boy had some idea of recasting the sword here.

He mentioned this matter to Song Yingxin, but there was a sword-casting craftsman on the side who looked at Nandao very seriously and said, "I don't know if the young man can borrow the sword to take a look?" ”

Yu Chaoyun is indeed right, sword cultivation can not hold the sword.

Nandao pulled out the peach blossom sword behind him and handed it to the blacksmith of the Heavenly Craftsman.

It's just that the teenager's idea is probably not good.

Because according to the blacksmith, such a sword, under the tempering of the sword intent, is already extremely hard, and it is difficult to reforge it unless the sword cultivator himself produces the sword to soften it.

The implication is naturally that the sword casting is not as good as the young man himself to continue to sharpen the sword with sword intent.

Naturally, the South Island is quite sorry about this matter.

But he didn't say anything, after all, the people of the Tiangong Division are not gods, but just people and craftsmen.

A group of people have walked to the deepest part of the Tiangong Ya, the rest place prepared by the Tiangong Division for the teenager is there, the Tiangong Ya is full of things, it is natural to have a lot of noisy sounds, this place is far away from those casting places, it is some design offices, but it is much quieter.

The small courtyard of the South Island was next to the offices.

After the boy was properly placed, the craftsmen and craftsmen went to the offices with the master, probably to discuss how to study the young man's umbrella.

Nandao sat down with an umbrella in the courtyard, naturally feeling a little apprehensive and expectant.

At this time, the young man suddenly remembered such a young man from the East China Sea.

Maybe when You Chunshan walked into some places, he also had such expectations.

The boy closed his eyes and calmed down.

......

East China Sea.

There was a little boy on the edge of the island, where he was writing poetry and walking dragons and snakes.

"Where is the Taoist priest of Xiuyue, the former Lu Lang is here again."

Lu Xiaosan splashed ink, and stretched the last glimpse of the word extremely chicly.

Songguo looked at the flamboyant little boy silently.

It's probably quite uneven, how can such a chattering teenager be a sword cultivator, why isn't it?

Of course, everyone in the world can do sword cultivation.

People like You Chunshan can buy wooden swords with a lot of money, and call all sword cultivators senior brothers and uncles.

Naturally, not to mention the pine cones.

It's just that there are some things, naturally it's not a matter of whether you can or not, it's just whether you want to or not.

The sword cultivation that Songguo thinks of is naturally like Le Chaotian, the sword cultivation that slashes through the flowing clouds with one sword - although this old boy is actually a Taoist.

But it's definitely not like Lu Xiaosan, who can't even resist the sword, so he can only pick up a sword cultivator who flies around with a senior's gourd.

So there is a saying that the heart is higher than the sky.

However, Songguo is not obsessed with this, since he can't do sword cultivation, then be a little demon foodie.

Since getting acquainted with Le Chaotian, this little squirrel has also learned from Lu Xiaosan, and thinks about abducting some money from Le Chaotian all day long, so that he can buy roast duck and roast chicken to eat.

This little demon girl was gnawing on the chicken leg in her hand while looking at Lu Xiaosan melancholy.

"You said that Uncle Shi left us here, what are you going to do? He won't be eaten by us and sneak away. ”

This little demon girl suddenly understood why Lu Xiaosan was so melancholy when she couldn't find Le Chaotian.

After all, who can not love a young and golden uncle?

Lu Xiaosan took a few steps back, observed his handwriting, and said indifferently: "The times have changed pine cones, and I, Lu Xiaosan, am no longer the chicken I was back then." ”

The young man was very satisfied with his handwriting, nodding his head and patting the gourd behind him.

"With this baby here, even if he runs away to the north and south, I can bring him back and buy us hot pot to eat."

Songguo looked at Lu Xiaosan's gourd full of swords, nodded thoughtfully, but looked at the distance of the island of white flowers, when Le Chaotian arrived here before, he wanted the two of them to play here by themselves, and he had some important things to watch.

This little demon girl actually didn't understand why they went to the Liuyun Sword Sect, which was said to be very powerful, and this uncle suddenly wanted to go back to the East China Sea, and he didn't know what he saw in that Sword Sect.

Lu Xiaosan didn't dance anymore, threw away the things in his hand, and walked to the side of Songguo.

"Do you still have any money on you?"

Songguo subconsciously covered the money bag around his waist, looked at Lu Xiaosan vigilantly and said, "What are you going to do?" ”

Lu Xiaosan was probably quite satisfied with his poetry, took off the hulu from behind him, waited until it became bigger, rode it in a dashing manner, and then waved to the pine cone.

"It's good to have it, let's go, eat hot pot."

Songguo's eyes lit up, licked his lips, but looked at the white moon in the distance with some hesitation, hesitated a little, and said, "That..... What about Uncle Shi? ”

The little squirrel still has a lot more conscience than the little boy, at least he knows that he remembers his uncle.

Of course, it is also possible that Le Chaotian will blame them if he knows that the two of them ran back to Qingjiao City to eat hot pot.

Lu Xiaosan said without any words: "He flies faster than us, don't worry about him, maybe he will come when he smells." ”

“......”

Although Songguo was a little helpless, he still sincerely climbed onto Lu Xiaosan's gourd.

Lu Xiaosan smiled and rode on the gourd and waved his arms.

"Hot Pot, forward!"

There are all kinds of stories in the world, only hot pot can not be disappointed.

He Lu Xiaosan should not be a hard-hearted captain, he should be a material, loyal, passionate and eternal lover.

It's like a happy day.

......

The young Shanhe Taoist sat quietly in the forest.

Of course, if you are not a young mountain and river viewer, you must be happy.

It may also be the short-sighted Chen Qingshan.

This person from the River Sect sat in the stream forest, looking at the braised crucian carp in front of him, which was full of color and fragrance, and looked at his disciple with great sighs.

"I brought you back to practice, how did you practice and turn yourself into a little cook?"

Zhang Lizi said confidently: "If you are willing to praise me when I have made some progress in my cultivation, instead of praising me when I have made a good meal, then I will definitely not go astray." ”

At the beginning, this little girl in Shanyue City was naturally a little afraid of this mountain and river viewer, after all, he seemed to have a lot of enemies, and he didn't look like a good person, but after staying for a long time, he found that he actually liked to talk and brag about cowhides.

A Taoist who is very narcissistic every day and says that he is a little saint is probably not much worse.

Chen Qingshan said very melancholy: "What's the use of practicing well? No matter how high you stand and don't love the world, then what's the point of practicing? Besides, you also know that geniuses like us rarely have a talent for cultivation that can be seen beyond the eye, and if you don't scold you, it's already good, do you still want me to praise you? ”

Zhang Lizi was speechless.

After all, what Chen Qingshan said was the truth.

As one of the three heroes of the view of mountains and rivers, this Taoist is naturally invisible to anyone.

The red-clothed sword cultivator of the East China Sea not far away walked over, sat down in front of the fish as a matter of course, served himself a bowl of rice, and then began to eat unceremoniously.

Chen Qingshan just looked at this enemy with a smile, and then turned his head to Zhang Lizi and said: "You see, the one who is close to Zhu is red, and the one who is close to ink is black, after she has been with me for a long time, she is also a lot smarter, and she knows that it is impossible to kill me, so she simply robs me of food." ”

Zhang Lizi was silent.

Green pepper just sneered while eating.

"It's just some interest."

This is probably the only strange interest in the history of the cultivation world.

However, it may not be unreasonable, for a disciple of the Mountains and Rivers Observatory like Chen Qingshan, a disciple of a certain Taoist cultivator, the most precious thing in the world is naturally not the so-called cultivation talent or resource treasure.

It's just a human thing.

The hater who says I'm going to take what you love, and then ruin everything for him, is naturally the same as eating his food.

Chen Qingshan didn't care, and said with a smile: "Eat more if it's delicious." ”

The little saint in the world is probably indeed happy to see the world feasting.

It's just that Zhang Lizi is still a little puzzled, who took revenge like this?

She was a little worried about her master, after all, if the green pepper became fat in the future, she would really eat his rice.

The fish that Chen Qingshan caught from the stream was indeed made very well by Zhang Lizi, and the three of them each ate three bowls of rice.

When Zhang Lizi was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks over there, he heard Chen Qingshan, who had returned to the stream and was sitting, suddenly said, "I'm going to go out." ”

Zhang Lizi's heart couldn't help but tighten, and he raised his head a little panicked to look at the Taoist who was sitting very quietly by the stream rock.

Of course, she guessed that her master was returning to Shanheguan to recuperate from his injuries, these days, she could also feel that the aura around this Shanheguan disciple was getting stronger and stronger, not only was the injury healed, but maybe he was about to break the realm, Chen Qingshan was already a six-stack Dao cultivator, and if he broke through the realm, it would be seven-fold - this was not the reason why Qingjiao began to eat Chen Qingshan's rice in despair.

It's just that Zhang Lizi probably wouldn't have thought that Chen Qingshan would really leave the view of mountains and rivers so soon.

The little girl from Shanyue City was silent for a long time, then lowered her head again, and silently cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks there.

"When will Master come back?"

The little girl tried to play the emotional card.

"I don't know anyone in the view, what if they bully me?"

Chen Qingshan said very calmly: "I don't know, if nothing else, I should come back a year ago." As for you...."

The Taoist paused for a moment and said lightly: "The people in the temple don't dare to bully you, and they don't need to bully you. Although the reputation of Shanheguan is poor, but not everyone's reputation is bad, if there is really a person who is not long-sighted, you can go to the firewood room behind the main hall on the top of the mountain, and find the uncle named Gu Wenzhi, he is indeed an out-and-out good person, and he is also a southerner. ”

Zhang Lizi was silent, just silently cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

Neither of them mentioned the East China Sea Sword Cultivator who had been with Zhang Lizi for half a year.

Qingjiao, who was just sitting in the distance and quenching the sword, put away his sword intent, looked at Chen Qingshan and said, "Where are you going?" ”

Chen Qingshan said calmly: "Donghai, go find my junior brother." ”

The red-clothed sword cultivator from the East China Sea was silent for a long time, and then looked at Zhang Lizi and said, "I will be in the view." ”

Zhang Lizi looked at Qingjiao in surprise, and subconsciously said, "You won't take revenge?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl looked at Chen Qingshan, who didn't say anything.

Qingjiao said calmly: "If you go back to the East China Sea, you will always follow the enemy family like a lost wild dog, this is not what you should do." ”

is probably speechless to the East China Sea fathers.

Zhang Lizi fell silent again.

Qingjiao looked at the Taoist by the stream and said calmly: "I will work hard to cultivate, and I hope that when you come back, you will not be too seriously injured." ”

It is the so-called brother and brother Gong Shan and River view.

Chen Qingshan went to his junior brother named Zhang Xiaoyu for what reason, naturally there is no need to say much.

Chen Qingshan smiled softly and said: "I'm afraid that you will still be disappointed, instead of thinking about picking up the leak, it is better to think seriously about how to eat up my family's rice." ”

“......”

......

East China Sea, the mirror of the white moon.

The same young, smiling Taoist stood by the guardrail of the hanging steps, squinted at the hut in the white flower forest somewhere, and said very sincerely: "I'm curious, how Senior Brother would call your grandmother on weekdays. ”

A certain human sword cultivator wearing a white-clothed snow sword fished on the Baihua Floating Island in the East China Sea.

Bu Operator stood there silently.

In fact, this silence did not come from the question that Le Chaotian was asking right now - the matter of Xie Chunxue marrying his own disciple, this old Taoist had already seen it.

Such a long silence came from an earlier question—I saw a Taoist who was very similar to my senior brother in the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

After being silent for a long time, this Taoist named Xie Chaoyu finally said softly facing the East China Sea in the world.

"Yes, I have a son."

Le Chaotian didn't smile anymore, turned his head to face the sea breeze and looked at his senior brother quietly.