Nandao didn't think that the process of getting the drawings would be so simple.

Song Yingxin guessed his intention at the beginning, and then directly brought him to such a place.

There can be no open flames here.

It's just that what the teenager saw, there was an open fire everywhere - the fire of civilization.

The more than 36 million drawings were no longer lifeless paper at this moment, but the traces of those meticulous drawings and annotations on them with worldly pen and ink rulers, like many seeds with great tension waiting to be released, carefully stored in the cave by the farmer who bred the pumpkin, in the harsh winter before the arrival of spring.

It's just that sometimes what seems the easiest is often the hardest.

Just like Song Yingxin said, he didn't ask the boy to pay anything for the Tiangong Division.

However, this is precisely a very far-reaching plan.

For the South Island, this is perhaps the hardest path.

Who can guarantee that they will always be sincere, sincere and kind?

The boy stood in front of the stone steps and whispered, "I try my best." ”

Song Yingxin just turned his head and looked at Nandao deeply.

"Don't try, you have to."

Nandao watched for a long time at the middle-aged master who had become a little short-sighted because he had been dealing with affairs all year round and looking through the drawings, and the light in them was not sharp, but the young man saw an indescribable power in it.

After a long silence, the young man said in a loud voice, "Okay." ”

......

It took a long time for the South Island to get such a drawing.

Although he had already entered the trail, and in the cultivation world, he could be regarded as an upper-class monk, but such a young man, perhaps because he was afraid of the movements of his sword wind, rolled up the drawings that were very securely stored in those grids, he still held the umbrella and sincerely walked along the spiraling down the hanging steps, little by little, until he stepped on the aisle of those grids, and was a little relieved.

As Song Yingxin said, the thousand-year-old savings of the Tiangong Division, more than 36 million drawings, contain almost everything in the world.

The young man had always thought that those so-called immortal qi were already the ultimate things that such a priest could have.

It was only when he walked here that he realized his shallowness and ignorance.

Those lattices were one person tall and three feet wide, and they were stuffed with drawings, from the world's utensils to the construction of the world, everything was in them, and in the accidental glance of Nandao, it was also the storage grid where I saw the structural drawings of the Great Yi Bow that shocked the cultivation world.

Some have indeed been put into practice.

The boy didn't look at anything more, and hurried to the square of the six hundred years of the Great Wind Calendar, and found the drawing of the heart of the machine from it.

Song Yingxin was still standing there waiting for him.

Such a master naturally knew what it meant to bring a sword cultivator from a small Dao realm into such a place.

Once Nandao goes crazy, even if there are many swords wrapped in immortal qi in the Si Ya, it will probably be too late to stop anything.

Nandao stopped at the last step of the hanging staircase, the drawing had been carefully tucked away.

The young man under the umbrella looked at Song Yingxin, who was standing there steadily, in amazement, for a long time, and then bowed and said sincerely, "Thank you, Master." ”

Song Yingxin smiled slightly.

"Now that you've got it, let's go."

The boy nodded.

The two walked forward along the passage from which they came, and Nandao picked up his sword not far away, silently carrying it behind him.

The fluorescence behind him was gradually dimming, which made the young man subconsciously look back, in the crooked passage, there was no longer such a cave wall, but the boundless tranquility spread in the fluorescence.

Song Yingxin patted him on the shoulder, didn't say anything, and walked forward.

The two walked out of the door, and Song Yingxin stayed behind and slowly closed the door.

Nan Dao looked back at the courtyard gate that seemed to be extremely simple, was silent for a while, and said softly: "The Heavenly Engineering Division has stored them here for thousands of years? Aren't you afraid of someone breaking in? ”

Song Yingxin just smiled softly and said, "Guess why there is no one else in this alley?" ”

Nan Dao squinted his eyes at the alley, and finally his gaze slowly fell on the alley walls on both sides, and there seemed to be some sword marks faintly on those green walls.

The young man seemed to understand something, thinking about the streamer swords that were shuttling among the priests at the beginning, and said slowly: "It seems that there are probably many immortal swords in the alley. ”

Song Yingxin said softly: "Yes." ”

The middle-aged master seemed to remember something again, looked at Nan Dao with a smile and said, "When the Siwu Demon Mansion rebelled, you should have seen one of them. ”

Wangshu.

The huge sword, which was deceived by Song Yingxin into the big demon of the Demon Mansion who forgot what his name was, was used as the bow of Dayi, and before it was brought to the palace, it finally turned into a slender sword like moonlight, which fell into the hands of Kamigawa and was cut down.

Nandao certainly won't forget that sword.

"Where did that sword come from?"

The young man looked at Song Yingxin and asked.

Song Yingxin shook his head calmly and said, "No, that handle is called Wangshu, but correspondingly, there is another one called Feilian." The former Wangshu made the pioneers, and the latter flew incorruptibly to run the subordinates. That's right here. ”

"Where?"

"Your feet."

Before Song Yingxin's words fell, a certain stone slab under the young man's feet suddenly cracked, and a sword with complex shapes and intricate decorations shot out from under the alleyway, and the wind did not stop all over the alley.

The style of this sword is a little different from the sword called Wangshu.

Song Yingxin, who was just a member of the world, caught the sword very calmly, looked at the ornaments on it, and said slowly: "Wangshu is the moon god among the Huangliang gods and ghosts, and Fei Lian is the Fengbo among the Huangliang gods and ghosts." This is a phrase from Lord Gu Chu Zuo. ”

The boy who can even write words wrong, but at this moment he seems to understand something.

The former Wangshu made the pioneers, and the latter flew incorruptibly to run the subordinates.

So Fei Lian is guarding those drawings and is following the footsteps of the world.

"I see."

But probably the young man was more curious about how Song Yingxin was able to catch such a sword.

It's just that Nandao hasn't asked yet, so Song Yingxin came over and calmly reinserted Fei Lian into the stone slab.

"It's just a bit of a small road."

Nandao thought about it for a long time, and probably couldn't figure out what kind of structure this was from his own barren cognition.

"I don't understand."

Song Yingxin smiled, walked forward, and said softly, "Who can say that they will definitely be able to understand everything in the world?" ”

The young man held an umbrella and carried a sword on his back, followed Song Yingxin to the outside, and said softly: "But this always makes me look a bit like a rookie dog." ”

......

In fact, Tiangongsi's guarantee for such a place is naturally more than just many swords in a lane.

When that door was opened, the two black-robed men appeared at the edge of the broken street under Huaidu, quietly looking there.

One of them is tall and one is short, and of course the short person is not really short, but the tall person is too tall.

Kamigawa, who can hold up such a wide black imperial robe, is certainly not short in physique, on the contrary, in the eyes of the world, this emperor is undoubtedly tall and burly.

It's a pity that Liu Qinghe is too much like a big ape.

The Lord of Heaven and Hell has not yet left Huaidu, because the military department has only begun to deploy to the south, so he naturally does not need to be in such a hurry.

When he stood there over the mist, like a peeking at the white flower in the center of the water, and watched Song Yingxin bring the young man into the torch, he was also shocked, and then turned his head to look at Kamigawa on the side, raised his eyebrows and said, "What does Your Majesty mean?" ”

Kamigawa said calmly, "If that's what I mean, what am I here to see?" ”

Liu Qinghe said thoughtfully: "Then Song Yingxin is really bold." ”

Kamigawa said calmly: "You and I are still in Huaidu, what is there to be afraid of, even if everything is inevitable." It's a big deal, the world will wait for a thousand years. ”

The emperor's gaze gradually left from the open courtyard gate, and fell on the many priests who were spreading into the distance like mountain flowers in the ground, and his tone was rarely gentle.

"It's not a generational thing. It is a matter of generations and generations, and we are still far from the sky, Liu Qinghe. ”

Liu Qinghe looked curiously at the gate of the courtyard where such a young man walked in.

"Your Majesty thinks that Song Yingxin is in there, how will he say those things to Nandao?"

Kamigawa said calmly, "It's his business. ”

Liu Qinghe didn't continue to ask, but sighed.

"Speaking of which, we didn't seem to notice that the young man had entered the trail, how could there be such a fast speed in the world?"

Kamigawa subconsciously looked up at the sky, but it was a pity that he couldn't see such a distant night sky under the Huaidu.

Liu Qinghe said sincerely: "Sword Saint seniors don't count. ”

So the emperor looked down at his right hand.

"......" Liu Qinghe said helplessly: "A scholar like Qing Xuan, who has never practiced, can he be counted?" ”

Kamigawa glanced at Liu Qinghe and said calmly: "This doesn't count, that doesn't count, no wonder you would say such a thing." ”

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.

"What I don't see, naturally doesn't count."

"And you see it now?"

"Maybe I did."

This human emperor and the lord of heaven and hell were very leisurely gossiping there.

probably didn't care about Song Yingxin bringing the boy into the land of torches.

It wasn't until the two people in the division walked out again that the two figures slowly left.

......

When Nandao returned to the courtyard, You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun were still waiting there.

The Qingtian Dao girl was sitting on the steps of the porch, drinking some wolfberry tea.

As for You Chunshan, because it has not been long since he came out of the identity of the world, although he can't see the sky when he looks up, but when he reaches this hour, he will naturally be sleepy, and he is dozing off with his head in a wheelchair.

Yu Chaoyun looked at the courtyard gate when he heard footsteps outside the alley, but he was probably not sure if it was Nandao, so he didn't stand up.

It wasn't until the young man holding the umbrella pushed open the door and walked in that Yu Chaoyun was a little nervous and hugged the teacup and the sword box on his knees.

"How about Uncle Shi, has the Master agreed?"

You Chunshan was also awakened by the movement in the courtyard, and while raising his hand to wipe the saliva on his lips, he looked at the two people in the courtyard.

The young man's expression was a little solemn, which obviously made the two of them have some lost thoughts.

It's just that what doesn't match that look is that the boy said very simply, 'I've got it'.

You Chunshan thought that he hadn't woken up, causing him to hear it wrong, but looking at Yu Chaoyun's relaxed side face, the young man was confused, so he rolled his wheelchair and went to the two of them, and asked uncertainly, "Uncle Shi really got it?" ”

Nandao nodded, thought about it, took out another drawing and handed it to the two.

In fact, Baizhu is indeed not wrong, the structure of such a mechanistic heart is extremely delicate and complex, with nearly 100 pages of drawings and subdivisions.

Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan originally wanted to study it, but they just took it and looked at the dense patterns on it, and instantly gave up this idea.

Just as Jiang Shanxue said that he was not a doctor, and asked You Chunshan to come to Huaidu to find a doctor for treatment.

Professional things, of course, must be left to professional people to do.

The two looked at each other cautiously, and finally decided to place the drawing at the bottom of the sword case.

You Chunshan looked at Yu Chaoyun who was holding the box very cautiously.

"Senior sister, please."

The Qingtian Dao girl may have lost her anger, or maybe she can't joke about such a thing, so she hugged the sword box very seriously and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, the people are in the box." ”

Originally, Yu Chaoyun was still a little uncomfortable with being called Senior Brother You Chunshan.

It's just that Nandao is called Uncle every day, and he has nothing to say, so he naturally accepts such a title sincerely.

After all, this may also be true.

Although the only identity of the young man who can be distinguished from the world is the little Lingnan Sword Cultivation.

It's just that this person calls Zhang Xiaoyu, Chen Huaifeng, Mei Xiyu, and the senior brothers of the previous generation of cultivators like them every day, so they naturally call them uncles.

Yu Chaoyun and You Chunshan were still talking there, but when they turned around, they found that Nandao had silently walked away with an umbrella.

Both of them looked obviously a little puzzled.

Why did you get the drawings so quickly, and Uncle Shi still looks like this?

Could it be that he paid a very heavy price to get such a thing from Song Yingxin?

You Chunshan felt a little guilty in his heart, thought about it, and asked Yu Chaoyun to follow with a wheelchair.

......

The young man went to the roof of the small building in the courtyard, and sat on the eaves, drinking there with a pot of wine, quietly looking at the black eaves of the priest and the red light in the distance.

You Chunshan, who followed in a wheelchair, didn't know what he was thinking.

In addition, the young man didn't agree with each other, so he went to the eaves, which made You Chunshan, who had already seen the mountain, but didn't know how to use it, a little helpless.

Fortunately, Yu Chaoyun, who was on the side, saw You Chunshan's thoughts, held the sword box in one hand, pinched the Dao Jue with the other, blew the Dao wind, and sent this young man who would become an immortal sooner or later there.

You Chunshan sat there very excitedly, completely forgetting that he was lame - anyway, when he was sitting here, it probably didn't matter if he was lame or not, he was hanging there dangling anyway.

Just looked down at Yu Chaoyun, who was still below, thought for a while and asked, "Senior sister can't come up?" ”

Yu Chaoyun shook his head, pointed to the sword box in his hand, and said seriously: "I'm afraid of dropping it." ”

"Okay then."

You Chunshan was obviously a little disappointed.

Yu Chaoyun looked at Nandao beside You Chunshan who was drinking quietly there.

"Uncle Shi, let me warm up the wine for you."

Nandao looked down at the Qingtian Dao girl, but suddenly remembered that in the alley, she said that she should drink as little cold wine as possible, so she was silent for a while, and threw the wine jug in her hand down.

Of course, Jian Xiu's eyesight should be good.

The wine jug landed very accurately in Yu Chaoyun's outstretched hand, so the Qingtian Dao girl held the sword box and ran to the corridor to give the young man hot wine.

You Chunshan sat there with his head tilted, looking at Nandao for a long time, but he didn't speak.

Nandao frowned, pressed down the umbrella in his hand a little, and said, "What are you looking at?" ”

You Chunshan turned his head and said sincerely: "I'm afraid that Uncle Shi has suffered some grievances, so I can't think about it, so I jumped down from here." ”

The young man from the East China Sea sighed and said, "Then I am really a great sin. ”

“......”

Nandao was silent, and subconsciously wanted to take a sip of wine, but he felt empty, and then he realized that he had just dropped the wine jug.

You Chunshan didn't joke anymore.

Although he called his uncle and sister all day long, in fact, such a young man, much older than the teenager, and Zhang Xiaoyu and others are the real peers.

In the 100-year career of the world, this is indeed a long time.

"Uncle Shi looks a little depressed?"

You Chunshan asked very seriously.

Nandao sat there with an umbrella, quietly looking into the distance, and after a long time, he said softly: "It's not depression, it's ......"

The boy may not know how to describe such a feeling.

You Chunshan didn't speak, quietly waiting for the young man to think of such an answer.

The young man's gaze finally slowly fell on the umbrella in his hand, and he said softly, "It seems that I am holding something heavier than this umbrella." ”

You Chunshan asked with some inexplicability, "What is it?" ”

"It's a person...."

The young man said generally, but stopped talking again, and said softly: "It's nothing. ”

The young man under the umbrella put away his previous look, smiled softly, and said very old-fashionedly: "It's just a little wind and snow." ”

“......”

You Chunshan was silent.

It's just that what the boy probably said was serious.

It's just a little bit of wind and snow, and a little bit of wind and snow, some things that need to be guarded.

You Chunshan also saw that Nandao didn't want to say something, so he didn't ask, just sat there and watched the mist and lights of Si Ya, swaying his legs, as if they were still healthy.

The pot of wine was not hot for a long time, after all, Yu Chaoyun was still brewing wolfberry tea before, and the stove was naturally hot, and there was not much wine left in the pot, so it naturally heated up quickly.

It's just that there is little hot wine left, but it makes this young man who has a good amount of alcohol drink a little drunk.

Probably even after many years, it will be difficult for him to forget such a story in the Tiangong Division.