The majestic and stern Qintian Prison is so silent that you can almost hear a pin drop. There was no one everywhere, except for a little child dozing off against the cauldron of national destiny.
A woman wearing a floor-length skirt walked in silently, looking up and looking ahead. As if telepathic, the little boy stretched out his body, opened his eyes lazily, and looked at the woman in front of him.
Those are a pair of purple-gold eyes.
Qin Fang stepped up the steps and approached the cauldron of national destiny. She lowered her head and looked down at the entangled fortunes in it, her face a little ugly. The little child stood up and looked down with her. He couldn't help but whisper to himself: "It's really cut off. Such courage and skill."
Qin Fang's voice was slightly cold, and a lot of dissatisfaction could be heard, "National Master, you should have told me earlier."
The little child known as the "National Master" yawned, but still looked sleepy. Even if he dared to neglect the Queen, he just waved his hand and said casually: "I have been too sleepy recently, and I fell asleep for several days without paying attention. ,I am sorry."
Qin Fang didn't care about his lazy attitude. She stared at the cut off white luck in the cauldron. After thinking for a while, she still couldn't think of the answer she wanted, so she turned around and asked: "Such a result. Is it good or bad?"
The little child directly put his hand into the big cauldron, pinched the broken piece of luck in his hand and took it out, then let go of his hand and let it dissipate, and said: "Misfortune lies on the back of blessing, and blessing lies on the misfortune." . The white dragon that accompanied His Highness the Crown Prince was expected to transform into a dragon, but it was cut off by the ancient sword Fuji along with the luck. His Highness the Crown Prince could no longer absorb the luck and could not protect himself in times of crisis. This was undoubtedly a disaster. Root Bone He is already mediocre and has no luck. After practicing martial arts for the rest of his life, he will become a sixth-level martial artist instead of being able to become an eighth-level grand master as predicted in advance. This is also a disaster. "
Qin Fang quietly clenched her fists.
The little child smiled and said: "Queen, don't be impatient. Do you know why Wu Peixian had to wait until he had the ancient sword Fuqi before he was willing to kill the dragon? Even if there are tens of thousands of famous swords in the world, the only one that can completely break the connection between heaven and earth is Fuqi. This sword. His Royal Highness the Prince was born with a dragon, and is blessed with great fortune. Those immortals in the sky would not watch a secular person absorb the fortune of the world, let alone let a dragon turn into a celestial dragon that was a relic of the Shinto ten thousand years ago. If not Queen, if you use magical means to hide the truth from the sky, His Highness the Prince may have been killed by the immortals long ago. But if His Highness the Prince uses luck, it cannot be concealed. This is also the reason why the battle in Green Belt City attracted the immortals. I only need one pair of eyes. Looking up at the sky, you can see countless immortals sitting and watching or fishing on the sea of clouds. Their purpose is the same, to find a person from such a big world, and then kill him to return the energy to normal order and make the snow-white head The dragon becomes an ownerless thing, and they are raised into a celestial dragon by means of heaven, and then used by them."
Qin Fang frowned slightly, "In other words, when Wu Peixian cut off the luck, he also cut off the connection between heaven and earth. The immortals in the sky no longer have any way to control the prince."
The little child nodded: "The human world is governed by the rules of heaven, which is called destiny or destiny. We all have to bow to destiny. The master of the Yu Linglong Pavilion even wanted to avoid the punishment of heaven and stayed in a corner. The earth has been a prison for hundreds of years. It is so difficult to get rid of the control of destiny. The ancient sword holding the Qi can only cut off the connection between heaven and earth once every five hundred years. His Royal Highness is impartial and just happened to hit it. As the only person in the world who is not restricted by destiny, he What can't be done? The last person to cut off the constraints of destiny with the ancient sword Fuji was said to be Zhang Daoling, the founder of Taoism. It was without the constraints of destiny that he was able to break through to the nine realms and become a being who could kill all the immortals."
Qin Fang was a little sad, "But he has ordinary martial arts skills and no qualifications for Qi training. As you said before, he will only be a sixth-grade martial artist to death. Even if he loses his own luck, he still has the luck of the dynasty. Even if there are no immortals to covet him, how many people in the world want to kill him? If he is the eighth-grade grandmaster, how can I be frightened all day long? It's better now. After practicing for a lifetime, I can only reach the sixth-grade. If I encounter It's okay to be like Xie She, but what if I meet a peak six-level guy like Yao Tiao in white? I can't protect him for the rest of my life, and there will always be a day when I have to leave him, but if he can't protect himself, how can I feel at ease? Leave?"
The little child didn't feel sad, tilted his head and thought: "So is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
He counted with his fingers and was silent for a long time. He suddenly glanced at the National Fortune Cauldron, and then said to Qin Fang: "I have to travel to the Western Regions. It will probably take a month or two to come back. Let the Taoist priest guard this place for me first." place."
Qin Fang frowned slightly, "What does the Imperial Master mean?"
The little boy smiled and said, "The King of Corpses is about to wake up."
Qin Fang was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "Can't that black talisman be able to seal it for three hundred years? So far, it has only been more than a hundred years."
"Someone must have tampered with it. The luck in the Western Region has always been converging in one direction."
After the little child finished speaking, he took one step forward, completely ignoring the Feng Shui restrictions. Therefore, he failed to take a thousand miles in one step, but fell heavily. In desperation, he had no choice but to walk out of Qintian Prison step by step.
As soon as he left, a young Taoist priest came in. He was told by the Empress in her heart that she was here to guard the cauldron. He was a little confused and wanted to ask what was going on, but seeing that the Empress was in a bad mood, he didn't dare. Hasty to interrupt.
This young Taoist priest used to set up a stall to read palmistry in Greenbelt City. In fact, he just wanted to touch the little girl's hand more. As for palmistry, he actually didn't know how to read palmistry at all. Not only that, he also didn't know how to set up an altar to perform fortune-telling. He also doesn't know how to draw talismans to suppress demons. Although he is a Taoist priest, he doesn't seem to know anything. The only thing he can do at his fingertips is quietly licking the little girl.
But since he was personally selected by the Imperial Master to temporarily guard the tripod, he would definitely not be a mediocre person.
There are many masters hiding and dormant in the palace. First of all, there are a large number of high-ranking warriors, each of whom was once a master who was famous in the world. Then there are the golden sword guards of the ten heavenly stems and the twelve earthly branches, each of whom is at the sixth level of strength and has left a name in the martial arts review in the past. One level up, there are the four maids beside His Royal Highness, all of whom are martial arts masters. But having these people alone is not enough. If she does not have a true master sitting in the palace, she will not be able to feel at ease no matter what. But she doesn't have such worries now, because there are two masters in the palace now. One of them is a child guarding the great cauldron of national destiny, and the other is the cynical young Taoist priest in front of him.
The true identity of this Taoist priest is related to the monks of the Xian family. The entire Xian family sect calls him the ancestor. There is a period of time every year when thousands of monks travel thousands of miles to the capital and come to live in the capital. They sit on futons and listen attentively to his preaching, learning and solving doubts. Most people often have some insights, and some even have epiphanies on the spot. Broken mirror.
"You stay here." After Qin Fang gave the order, he turned around and left. Suddenly he stopped and whispered: "Have you not found the Twelve Spring God Cups yet?"
The young Taoist priest shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't find it."
"That's it." Qin Fang sighed and walked away.
The empty Qin Tian Prison was silent. The young Taoist priest looked around to make sure there was no one else. He took out a red talisman paper from his arms, held it with both hands and flicked it slightly. Dots of light appeared, and then a woman holding an umbrella appeared. .
"There's no need to hold an umbrella here, there's no sunlight."
After hearing the words, the woman put down her umbrella, looked around, and then followed the example of the young Taoist priest and sat on the ground, leaning her back on the cauldron of national luck.
She held her chin with her hands and said softly: "The Twelve Spring Divine Cup, the queen wants to keep me."
"Of course." The young Taoist priest said: "Since you had no choice but to do it, and the Queen has forgiven you, of course she doesn't want you to leave. As long as the Twelve Spring God Cup is not damaged, your soul will always be devoted to you. Among them, it will never be destroyed.”
The woman looked into the distance, "You and the Queen lied, but you actually found her, right?"
The young Taoist priest was not surprised at all, and for the first time showed a somewhat sad expression, "Why do you have to leave? As long as you can live, so what if it is a negative thing? You insist on leaving, and you don't even see him. Are you really willing to do this?"
After saying this for a long time, the woman slowly said, "Life is boring, it's better not to come."
The young Taoist priest sighed heavily and beat his chest hard, feeling very sad.
The woman suddenly tilted her head to look at him and smiled sweetly: "Tell me some interesting stories, like about you?"
"Me?" The young Taoist priest suddenly became energetic and looked arrogant, "I am a poor Taoist..."
"Stop, stop, keep nagging me about this every day, my ears are going to get calluses. Just tell me why you came to the Dajing Dynasty and are willing to be a palace servant."
"Why did you come here..." The young Taoist priest used his hand as a pillow and was lost in thought, "That's really a long story."
"Just tell me," the woman said coquettishly.
The young Taoist priest raised his head and looked far away, "I once had a Taoist companion. She and I had the same minds, the same Tao, and we were able to prove each other's Tao. This is an extremely rare thing. According to your words, it was a match made in heaven. Back then, I was arrogant and believed that my Taoist heart was pure. I was eager for success and wanted to break through the eight realms. However, I was haunted by inner demons and killed her with my own hands. I couldn’t even remember what she looked like before she died. When I understood clearly She died in my arms for a long time. Since then, my mood has plummeted. I have been in seclusion for decades, and I have never left my prison. Until one day, I accidentally learned that she had been reincarnated as a mortal. The woman lived in the Dajing Dynasty, so I traveled thousands of miles to come to Dajing. But it was almost impossible for me to find her. So I agreed to the Empress to be a priest guarding the palace. In return, the Queen will help me find her, and when I find her, I will take her home."
The woman spoke cautiously: "Didn't you find it?"
"How is that possible?" the young Taoist priest said with a smile: "It's so easy to find an ordinary woman. I already found her in the second year after I joined the palace. It's just that I didn't take her back."
"Why? You obviously found her? Isn't this what you want to do the most?" The woman was confused and a little resentful at the same time.
The young Taoist priest shook his head and said softly: "I found her in a remote village. Her parents loved her very much, and her younger brother also loved her very much. Even if the life of poverty was difficult, the family was always happy, and she always loved her. I was very happy. It was also at that moment that I realized that the girl I was looking for had been killed by my own hands a long time ago. She is not my Taoist companion now, and she has nothing to do with me. The fate has ended in the last life. I hurt her in the last life. If I force her back to the Xian family mansion in this life, she will be unhappy, and I have hurt her again. How can I do that? Do? I don’t expect to be with her, I just want her to be safe and carefree. If possible, I hope to stay in the secular dynasty. In every life of hers, no matter how she lives, I will quietly Companionship and protection.”
"I drank and took a nap with her, gambled on books and drank tea with her. Back then, everything was just so ordinary."
The young Taoist priest closed his eyes and murmured softly: "Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. The fragrance of the tea was lost by the gambling book. I just thought it was ordinary at that time."
The woman rubbed her cheeks, her eyes slightly red, "So what exactly is love?"
"Love is a hard thing. Don't talk about not being able to love and having but losing. Even if we can love each other and stay together for a lifetime, it will still be unspeakable when we part ways." The young Taoist priest turned to look at her and said softly: "Chen Lu Yao, you are actually suffering more than me, aren't you? At least I can still see her from a distance, but you, you..."
The young Taoist priest shook his head, sighed, and said no more.
Chen Luyao looked far away, looking at the bright stars outside Qintian Prison, and said softly: "Since love is very bitter and obviously has no good results, why do people still flock to it?"
The young Taoist priest asked, "What about you? If I were given another chance, would you still be tempted?"
"Of course I will, I don't regret it." Chen Luyao said without hesitation.
"So the answer is out."
The young Taoist priest's eyes were dazed, "We all need to be loved."
"Chen Luyao, can we sing that song together again?"
"OK."
In Zhuang Su's Qintian Prison, the sound of singing sounded, as melodious as an oriole and as clear as the bright moon.
"Don't come here in the middle of spring. It touches your eyes and makes your heart break. The fallen plum blossoms are as chaotic as snow, and they are still full after being brushed all over."
"There is no reliable news about the coming of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. A separation from hatred is like grass in spring. The farther you travel, the more you will live."
