When Yu Chaoyun saw the boy, he was standing in the alley between the Tiangong Division, holding an umbrella and walking alone.

Even if this Qingtian Dao girl sat on the roof so conspicuously, this young sword cultivator didn't seem to see it.

Just walked there with his head down, very silent.

It was as if he was thinking about something.

Yu Chaoyun looked down at the cup of wolfberry tea in his hand, although he hadn't finished drinking it yet, but there wasn't much left, so the Qingtian Dao girl jumped down from the eaves with the teacup in her hand.

"When did Uncle Shi come up?"

Yu Chaoyun stopped in the alley, looked at the young man who was walking slowly, and asked with some curiosity.

It's just that the young man still seems to be a little distracted, although he was subconsciously stopped by the movement in the alley, but it was only after a long time that the young man slowly raised his head, looked at Yu Chaoyun for a long time, and then said sullenly like a slow-acting dementia: "It was before." ”

Yu Chaoyun was a little curious about why Nandao had become like this, but he suddenly had some bad associations in his heart.

"Uncle Shi is like this..... Could it be that something happened to You Chunshan? ”

Nandao finally came back to his senses at this point, looked at the girl in the alley in front of him, and probably understood why she suddenly contacted him, so he shook his head and said, "No, Lord Si knows that You Chunshan called me uncle, if something really happens, he will naturally come to me." ”

It's just that before the young man's words fell, the two people in the alley saw such a middle-aged master hurriedly walking over from the alley.

So not only Yu Chaoyun, but also Nandao subconsciously frowned, and then chased out of the alley with an umbrella, looked at Song Yingxin's back and asked, "Where is the master going?" ”

Song Yingxin suddenly heard the young man's voice, and thought that he had heard it wrong, but when he looked back, he saw the young man and girl standing in the alley, and then he was sure that Nandao had indeed come up from the Tiangong Ya below.

But probably Song Yingxin should have just happened to pass by here, looked at the young man and smiled, and said, "There are some things to go to the palace." ”

Nandao didn't ask much, and said softly, "Slow down, adults." ”

Yu Chaoyun looked at Song Yingxin's back and said softly, "Why didn't Uncle Shi ask about You Chunshan?" ”

Nan Dao just shook his head and said calmly: "You Chunshan's matter is very important, if he really has any problems, it is impossible for Lord Si Master to laugh. ”

Yu Chaoyun nodded thoughtfully.

It's just that this Qingtian Dao girl is curious again.

"So why did Uncle Shi look like he did before?"

Nandao stood silently at the mouth of the alley with an umbrella, looked up at the mist that wet the cramped green eaves on both sides, and after a long time, he said softly: "I saw Your Majesty." ”

Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man in surprise.

"Your Majesty? What does Your Majesty want to do to you? ”

Nandao shook his head, lowered his head, and walked slowly along the alley among the priests.

"Your Majesty......"

The boy was very hesitant to walk in the alley, his eyes wandering, and his voice was probably hesitant.

"Your Majesty didn't do anything to me. Just ....."

The boy thought for a long time, and then said softly, "But this is what I can't understand the most. ”

Yu Chaoyun was about to ask something, but the young man continued: "He looks too much like a good person. ”

The Qingtian Dao girl probably really couldn't understand these thoughts of the young man.

Is there anything wrong with being a good person?

Does it have to be a bad guy to be right?

Nandao stopped there with an umbrella, thought seriously for a long time, and then said softly: "So I have been thinking about a question - what is it that makes me feel that His Majesty is not a good person. ”

Yu Chaoyun quietly looked at the young man's back.

In fact, the meaning of such a sentence can already explain many things.

The boy is changing his perception and is looking back at his past perceptions.

"So what's it?"

Yu Chaoyun asked curiously.

Nandao may have remembered someone who used to be very ostentatious and presumptuous.

"So I remembered a man named Beitai when I first came out of the southern town of the world in March of the year 103 of the Great Wind Calendar."

Nan Dao said softly: "The first time I heard the narrative and evaluation of His Majesty was in the mouth of such a young master of Peking University. ”

Yu Chaoyun always felt as if he had heard the name Beitai somewhere, and he was very familiar with it, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

The boy continued there.

"In the mouth of Beitai, Your Majesty is undoubtedly heinous, full of sin and blood."

Yu Chaoyun said with some understanding: "For the world, the first impression is naturally extremely important. ”

Nandao said calmly: "Maybe yes, so later, all the way, until I heard that His Majesty and Cong Blade were fighting in the East China Sea, I also took it for granted, a person with sin, of course, should have irresolvable contradictions with good people." ”

Yu Chaoyun said thoughtfully: "So in your opinion, Cong Blade is on the side of goodness. ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, thinking about the one he saw at the beginning and said that he didn't want to see him, but he still sincerely saw his white-clothed sword cultivator.

In everyone's heart, of course, there is their own definition of what is good or bad.

One cannot see every side of the stone at the same time.

Therefore, there has always been a very profound and heavy word in the world.

It's called bias.

It was a long time before the boy whispered, "Now I don't know." ”

Yu Chaoyun didn't know what to say, silently looked at the young man who was hesitating in front of him, thought for a long time, and asked softly, "Did Your Majesty say anything to you?" ”

Nanjima shook his head calmly.

"Nothing. It's just a little thing. ”

There are many things, of course, that cannot be exhausted.

Yu Chaoyun didn't care, but said slowly: "Maybe Uncle Shi can watch for a while to see if His Majesty is good or bad." ”

Nandao was silent, just standing silently in the alley and nodding.

The young man quietly walked towards the Tiangong Ya below, but he didn't know why, but the young man suddenly stopped again, and stopped at the entrance of the alley with an umbrella for a long time.

Yu Chaoyun was about to step forward and ask what was going on, but this Qingtian Dao girl also suddenly stopped there.

The Tiangong Division was full of mist, full of that kind of gentle light—just like Yu Chaoyun said at the first glance, such an underground division was like a charcoal fire.

It's just that at this moment, in those mist lights, something seems to be breaking out of the shell.

The boys and girls in the alley looked up at the mist outside the alley.

In the mist, there were many flying swords overflowing with white air currents, like endless streamers in the haze.

And the direction of going is exactly where a mist-shrouded underground cliff is located in the Tiangong Division.

Whether it was Yu Chaoyun or Nandao, at this moment, they were very shocked to see this scene.

Behind the boy, the parrot island was chirping softly.

In such a scene, the two looked at each other in silence, and then walked towards the direction of such a cliff with a tacit understanding.

It's a pity that on the way, the two were stopped by the officials of the Tiangong Division.

Those officials who were very kind in the past, but the expressions on their faces at this time were extremely solemn and serious, and they stopped Nandao and You Chunshan at the other end of the Tiangong Division.

"I'm sorry, two real people."

The first official looked at the two of them very seriously and said in a deep voice.

"The Tiangong Division needs to carry out temporary lockdown control, and this place is temporarily closed to traffic."

Nandao stood there with an umbrella and a sword, and Yu Chaoyun followed behind the young man a little at a loss, and the two looked at the end of such an alley together.

At the end, there seemed to be countless white rays overflowing, and many flying swords were passing through it, heading towards the mist-shrouded depths.

"Uncle Shi....."

Yu Chaoyun called Nandao in a low voice.

But the boy was silent for a long time, and then turned and walked in the direction he came.

"Let's go."

The young man had seen such a big demon of the Siwu Demon Mansion nailed to the stone wall by such a sword of the Heavenly Engineers, and he had also seen Song Yingxin hand a sword full of immortal aura in his own divine sea to him.

Although such a place in the human world is usually mild and silent, it is only when they really don't want the world to see something, probably people will remember a lot of things.

Yu Chaoyun looked at the streamer sword behind the young man that had been whispering softly, and seemed to be unsheathed at any time.

She didn't know if it was the song of the Lord or the song of the enemy.

After hesitating for a long time, the girl with the wooden sword of the young man in the East China Sea slowly turned around and followed the footsteps of the young man.

The two walked for a long time in Si Ya Alley, which had a very different atmosphere.

Yu Chaoyun broke the long silence and asked softly, "Tiangong Division, what are you doing to You Chunshan?" ”

The young man stopped, raised his head and silently looked at the white mist that the girl thought was a white mist, but only he understood what it was, and said slowly: "Maybe it's a very good thing, maybe it's a very bad thing, I don't know." ”

For the things that this boy under the umbrella knows, there are probably only these two very extreme results.

The story is black and white, life or death, and there is no golden mean.

Yu Chaoyun clutched the wooden sword in his arms and fell silent.

......

In the long street of Huaidu, Liu Qinghe, who was dressed in a wide gold-patterned black robe, walked quietly in the hanging street of the world, and then stopped outside a noodle restaurant.

Probably something was very annoying, and the Heavenly Prison Master sighed very wistfully, and then knocked on the window of the noodle restaurant.

In the window, there was a young Taoist who was eating noodles quietly with his head bowed.

There is no chili oil in the noodles, just white noodles and green green onions.

It's pretty, but it's nowhere near as enticing as the red stuff inside.

"The voices of the world come and go, can you be quieter?"

The Taoist who was eating noodles stopped what he was doing, looked up and looked at the tall man outside the window with a slight smile.

"It's because there are voices in the world that we can do something like stealing chickens and dogs, Lord Liu."

Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you really not afraid of death?" ”

It's just that after such a question was asked, Liu Qinghe himself felt that he was asking stupidly, and the Lord of Heavenly Hell smiled self-deprecatingly and said: "That's right, you are indeed not afraid of death, I knew that Huaidu should not have interfered in the affairs of Qingtian Dao back then, so that all of you restless Daoists died in that temple." ”

The young Taoist Li Shi laughed softly: "Li Shi was not born back then, how could an adult think of such a distant thing? Looking back at the front, of course, it's extremely simple. ”

Liu Qinghe stood outside the window, looked at the twilight of the day, and said softly: "Yes, it is indeed extremely simple, and it is like this now. ”

When the Taoist heard such a sentence, he pulled the chopsticks out of the bowl, held them horizontally with both hands, looked at Liu Qinghe seriously and said, "My lord wants to do it?" ”

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.

"I know that Chen Yunxi must have given you more than one sword - Chen Yunxi's sword, of course, is very fast and sharp, and can cut most things in the world."

The Heavenly Prison Master reached out and pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks on the table in the window, and knocked them on the window lattice as if he was going to pick vegetables from the bowl of the Taoist.

However, the words that came out of the mouth of this willow white ape were obviously not so simple.

"It's just Li Shi'....."

Liu Qinghe calmly stretched out the pair of chopsticks in his hand into the window.

"My sword is not at a disadvantage."

So in this three-foot window, countless sword intents came from the sleeve robe of such a Heavenly Hell Lord, and wrapped around the pair of chopsticks—the end of the sword was slender, and so were the chopsticks.

So just like Hongzhong, the chopsticks in the noodle restaurant can't be swords.

If such a big ape standing in front of the window and watching the white flowers in Huaidu, chuckled and swords, so the chopsticks came like a sword, probably it would also be an excellent picture.

It's just that Liu Qinghe probably didn't like such a powerful behavior, so he just took a pair of chopsticks by himself and stretched them out to the Taoist like a noodle.

Li Shi's expression turned pale.

A Dao robe was in the three-foot sword wind sword intent, hunting and moving.

And the world three feet away is still safe and sound, perhaps in their opinion, this is probably indeed an old man meeting, so the people outside the window want to taste the noodles in the bowl of the people in the window.

Rite the world, rite the world.

As the Lord of Heavenly Hell, Liu Qinghe can certainly do such a thing well.

Li Shi, a Taoist from the view of mountains and rivers, looked at the pair of chopsticks stretched out in front of him silently, and clenched the chopsticks in his hands tightly with both hands.

So finally when a pair of chopsticks was less than three inches away from him.

The chopsticks in the hands of the Taoist suddenly broke, bursting out of many bamboo crumbs and bamboo thorns, the Taoist hurriedly closed his eyes, and many sword marks appeared on his eyebrows and eyes, slowly showing a red color - like a distant mountain, suddenly red flowers bloomed.

The Taoist stood up suddenly, and even the bowl of noodles in front of him suddenly spilled over there.

Liu Qinghe's chopsticks stopped three inches in front of Li Shi.

The blood between the Daoist's eyebrows was slowly flowing downward, but the eyebrows under the blood of those sword marks were full of shock.

"Thirteen stacks? Fourteen stacks? ”

Liu Qinghe smiled silently.

The Taoist didn't say anything more, and his figure disappeared into the noodle restaurant in an instant.

The sword intent of the Heavenly Hell Lord slowly dissipated, and then the chopsticks in his hand folded and stretched out towards the bowl of overturned noodles.

The Taoists of the Mountains and Rivers Temple probably followed the Taoist Le Chaotian, who doesn't like spicy food, to learn badly.

Liu Qinghe ate the bite of noodles that was very light, sighed and shook his head, threw the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and then turned to look in the direction where the Tiangong Division was located.

He knew very well that the reason why such a Taoist dared to come to Huaidu again was because His Majesty was indeed very busy, and there were too many things to deal with in the world, so he might not be able to notice which noodle restaurant in the world and one more Taoist who ate noodles.

It's just that.

His Majesty is very busy, but he Liu Qinghe is very idle.

You can listen to the wind in the world and look around at the world.

Liu Qinghe has been looking at the direction of Tiangong Division for a long time.

Of course, he knew what was going on in that office, and perhaps it was because of this that he noticed such a Taoist who appeared in Huaidu again at some point.

There was footsteps behind him.

Liu Qinghe didn't look back, just smiled slightly and said softly: "Xie Chaoyu, you owe me another favor." ”

.......

"You mean, I've already stepped through the Gate of Heaven?"

You Chunshan looked at the young man in green clothes who was sitting there drinking wine with shock, and asked in disbelief.

Grass smiled and put down the gourd, holding up a finger to her lips.

"Shh.....h Yes, but you have to be quiet. ”

You Chunshan shrank his head, lowered his voice, and said softly, "Why? ”

Cao Weiying laughed softly, didn't know what he remembered, and said, "Please don't raise your voice, for fear of frightening the heavenly people." ”

This is the second revised words that a young man with an umbrella saw on the stone tablet outside the town when he first stepped into Heavenly Town.

At first, I didn't dare to speak loudly.

Probably the warning effect is not enough, so it was changed to do not by the young man in green clothes.

You Chunshan subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky, but there was nothing in the sky except for fine snow and clear skylight.

Grass shook her head and whispered, "Not on your head, but under your feet." ”

You Chunshan's eyes widened, as if he finally understood something, and the feeling he had when he saw such a snow-capped mountain before seemed to be finally clear.

"What does Uncle Shi mean?"

You Chunshan was a little speechless and stopped.

Grass took a sip of wine for Hotaru and said with a slight smile, "Yes, we are on his fingers." ”

You Chunshan looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

Cao Weiying drank wine, but stood up, looked at You Chunshan and said, "Do you want to see him?" ”

It took You Chunshan a long time to finally come back to his senses, looked at the young man in green clothes who was holding a wine gourd with a sword on his back, and nodded slowly.

So Cao Weiying handed over the wine gourd, and You Chunshan subconsciously reached out to catch the gourd.

So in the next moment, such a young man from the East China Sea suddenly seemed to have passed through the endless wind and snow and skylight, and appeared on the top of a snow-covered inky cliff somewhere.

It took You Chunshan a long time to finally react, this is where the cramped cliff he saw on the mountain road before.

He didn't know how high it was when everything was hidden in the snow and the skylight, and it was only then that he realized that this place was much higher than that of the Grinding Sword Cliff in the East China Sea.

Maybe it's a cliff.

"There he is."

The voice of the young man in green clothes came from You Chunshan's ears.

You Chunshan subconsciously looked down.

I saw that in the vast expanse, there was a huge lake, and the light of the snow sky was sprinkled into the big lake together.

In the middle of the lake, there is a figure with white hair spread out like a sea of clouds, sleeping sideways with the moon in his arms.

You Chunshan looked at this scene in amazement.

"He.... Who is it? ”

The voice of the young man in the green dress came very emotionally in the wind and snow.

"Qinglian, Ten Years Sword Sect, Qinglian."

You Chunshan suddenly understood something at this moment, and turned his head to look at the young man in green clothes on the side.

In my dreams, I sometimes turn into cranes, and countless grasses in the world are fireflies.

My uncle may indeed be called very undeserved.