An ancient ferry with fast flowing water and huge boulders along the coast. The man holding the boat was an old man who had been a ferryman all his life. The price was not expensive, just two copper coins per person crossing the river.
The ferry was crowded with people, all of whom wanted to cross the river. Most of them were local farmers who wanted to cross the river into the city. There are also some people who carry heavy luggage and are travel-stained. You can tell at a glance that they are tourists from afar.
Guiliu and Wang Sizhi rested against a tree. After learning their lesson, Guiliu no longer stayed in barren mountains and mountains. Resting must be in a crowded place. On the one hand, crowded places are safer and on the other hand, food and drink are convenient. .
Flying with a sword requires a lot of mental energy, especially if you have to control a fairy sword full of spirituality like Zhu Xian, the consumption is undoubtedly very huge. Guiliu couldn't hide his fatigue. He leaned his head against the tree trunk and closed his eyes. He only felt something beating in his temples, which caused a heartbreaking pain.
Wang Sizhi naturally noticed something strange about him and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
"It takes too much effort to control the sword, and I'm a little tired." Guiliu looked at her face and smiled: "It's okay, just take a rest and you'll be fine."
Guiliu closed his eyes, feeling sleepy.
In a daze, the fragrant wind rushed in. It turned out that Wang Sizhi came around behind Gui Liu and stretched out his delicate jade hands to massage Gui Liu's temples.
It seemed as if some coolness had penetrated softly, soothing the agitation, and the headache had been relieved a lot. Feeling that her back was being pressed by two soft plump balls, Gui Liu closed her eyes and enjoyed it: "Whenever my father was tired from reviewing memorials, my mother would rub my father's temples. I didn't feel anything about it before, but now I experience it. , it’s really enjoyable.”
People basking in the warm winter sun felt slightly hot. Gradually, Gui Liu felt that his temples no longer hurt. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said lazily in his heart: "This is life."
Suddenly, Wang Sizhi said something shocking, "Are those maids around you better at rubbing than me?"
Guiliu was a little tired and drowsy, so he subconsciously snorted.
The movement of Wang Sizhi's hand stopped.
Only then did Guiliu realize that he had said the wrong thing. He suddenly woke up and broke out in a cold sweat. His heart felt cold. He quickly explained: "That's not the case. Si Zhi, listen to me..."
"Explain what?" Wang Sizhi said calmly: "Naturally, the maid must be able to take care of the master. If she can't serve you better than me, what's the use?"
This sentence was quite subtle. Wang Sizhi quietly pointed out her status. She was the crown prince and the future queen. How could she be compared to those maids? So she doesn't need to be angry about this. If she is angry, she is comparing herself to herself and being narrow-minded.
Seeing that she was not angry, Guiliu thought she was secretly hiding her anger, so he bumped her lightly with his shoulder and asked cautiously: "Si Zhi, are you really not angry?"
Wang Sizhi smiled and asked, "Are you angry with those maids?"
Somehow, Gei Liu suddenly remembered a terrible fact.
Wang Sizhi once said personally that five hundred years ago in the Sui Palace, many women were executed in different ways by her, and then their bodies were thrown into the wild.
The woman who was sealed alive in the well by Wang Sizhi always left a deep impression on Gui Liu.
The one who is accompanying him now is not the soft and timid Wang Sizhi, but the cold and charming Empress of the Sui Dynasty.
Of course, this statement is not accurate, because the grievances and entanglements in the past and present life remain messy and complicated without being sorted out.
There's just one thing for sure.
That is, from now on, you can never make mistakes again!
The world is big, but my wife is the biggest!
Otherwise, you will be like the Emperor Dafeng five hundred years ago, who lived a lifetime and didn't know how he died in the end.
This is the oppression of the main palace!
Guiliu glanced at the sky, stretched out, stood up neatly, cheered up and said, "Let's continue on our way."
"It's me this time." Wang Sizhi said.
Geiliu was stunned, "You know how to wield a sword?"
Wang Sizhi pulled out Zhu Xian from the scabbard behind Gui Liu and wrote lightly: "Don't look down on me."
Thousands of people at the ferry saw a man and a woman flying high in the air with swords, moving further and further away.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Sizhi crossed the river with his sword and crossed the river with his sword.
She is holding a white cat in her arms, her clothes are fluttering, and her figure is beautiful.
Guiliu stood behind her, unconsciously fascinated.
Many, many years after the world has changed dramatically, a majestic mountain will rise from the ground in Middle-earth. There will be a man who is old but does not look old. He will spend the rest of his life carving on the majestic and steep cliffs. A portrait.
The painting is of a beautiful female sword fairy, lifelike and ready to be seen.
Later, the portrait became famous all over the world, and even the newly ascended emperor traveled thousands of miles to Middle-earth just to see the portrait.
No one in the world knows who the woman in the portrait is. There is only a man and a woman who often stand on the sea of clouds at the immortal ruins, leaning on the railing and overlooking the world. Whenever they see the most amazing and majestic peak on the earth, the man always smiles and says: "The only beautiful female sword immortal in the world, I still have to win it." Already?"
As he spoke, he stamped his feet proudly.
The result is the Central Plains, with a sea of clouds rolling down thousands of feet.
The baby in the woman's arms was sleeping soundly. She was awakened by the noise made by the man and immediately started crying. The woman glared at the man fiercely, kicked him out of the sea of clouds, lowered her head and gently comforted the baby.
And the man who fell from the sea of clouds hit the highest mountain in Middle-earth without any bias, and the mountain cracked in half, but he climbed up from the pit like a normal person, jumped up and stood on the cliff where he was painting. On the stone carving, pointing to the lifelike female sword fairy, facing tens of thousands of people below, and even seemed to be facing the whole world, she shouted with great pride: "Did you see it? My wife!!"
The woman managed to coax the baby in her arms to sleep, but the man yelled at the sky and the earth, and the baby woke up again. This time, the woman couldn't bear it any longer. She raised her hand and pinched the thunderbolt and threw it at the man.
The man casually took the rolling thunder in his hand, rolled it into a ball, raised his arms high, and laughed loudly: "See, it's a gift from my wife."
As soon as he finished speaking, a snow-white sword penetrated his heart, but there was no blood.
The man bared his teeth and shouted, "It hurts."
Wang Sizhi said fiercely: "I'll stab you to death with one sword."
Then he continued to put the baby to sleep.
Of course, the world at that time had already survived the Age of Ending Dharma. It was a time when people in the world understood all things with a benevolent heart, when everyone could sit on the dragon's throne, and when walking on the great road, the world was for the common good. Faith and harmony were respected, and talents were selected and promoted. .
And how long did the Age of Ending Dharma last? Hundreds or thousands of years? I'm afraid only the man and woman know.
After all, this is all a story for later.
During the Dajing Dynasty, the emperor and the queen visited the World Martial Arts Temple.
In the dark corridor, there are clay statues on both sides.
There are 108 people in total, also known as the worshipers of the Wu Temple. Only warriors who have been famous all over the world for thousands of years can accompany them after their death.
The civil official in charge of the martial arts temple in the world was an eighth-grade grandmaster who had never appeared in martial arts reviews. He paid homage to His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress, and then began to lead the way.
The three of them finally walked into a small, dark stone chamber. The civil servant moved the candlestick to the corner, then stood at the small pool in the center of the chamber and said, "Everything the queen wants to know is here."
The civil servant of the Wumiao Temple punched the water. What was strange was that the water did not cause ripples, but instead formed a strange whirlpool that completely removed the power of the civil servant's fist.
The whirlpool grew larger and larger, and finally the water surface began to drop, revealing a bronze tripod with a human face pattern. It is also a destiny cauldron, but it is different from the big cauldron of national destiny in Qintianjian that can observe all things. This small cauldron was only made for one person, and that is Guiliu. Fan Keshan received the gift of Buddhism's luck, Qin Fang married her with the luck of Qin Fang, and finally received the last piece of luck at Jitu Academy. So far, Guiliu has the luck of the three religions.
Qin Fang stepped forward to check. There were three different strands of luck in the bronze cauldron, which were converging but not incompatible, maintaining an extremely delicate state.
Guiqi asked: "What is the explanation for this phenomenon?"
The civil servant replied: "Your Majesty and your empress cannot see that the fortunes of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism seem to be consistent and separate, pure and natural, but in fact they are mixed with another fortune. It's just that the person who transfers the fortune is very clever. Know how to shield the secrets of heaven and hide the luck loosely in the luck of the three religions, so it is not easy to be discovered."
Qin Fang frowned slightly, "Whose luck is it?"
The civil servant shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Qin Fang fell into deep thought and soon thought of a person's name.
"Wang Sizhi"
"Will this mixed luck benefit or harm the prince?"
The civil servant said: "It is precisely because of this destiny that the destiny of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism cannot be properly integrated. Judging from the current situation, once His Royal Highness embarks on the path of unifying the three religions, martial arts will be completely cut off, and On the journey of practicing qi, the prince has not started to go. The luck is with him but there is no place to use it. In other words, this luck is mixed in, but it plays the role of inheritance. Of course, when His Highness the prince has completely embarked on the journey of practicing qi, If this luck cannot be eliminated in time, it will be an obstacle to His Royal Highness’s path of Qi training.”
The civil servant hesitated and said softly: "This luck is a bit like..."
He still couldn't say the last two words, because he was extremely afraid of being involved too deeply.
Qin Fang suddenly thought of something and said, "I want to take a look at Wang Sizhi's Qi Luck Cauldron."
"Your Majesty, please come with me."
It is not easy to find the luck tripod belonging to an ordinary wealthy woman. The civil servants found it after many twists and turns.
It's just that even the civil servants couldn't believe the scene before them.
Because Wang Sizhi’s Qi Luck Cauldron is empty!
No matter who you are, rich or poor, as long as you are born, you will be blessed with luck.
Those with great luck are often the most important figures of their generation.
Those with mediocre luck will have an ordinary and smooth life, with neither great wealth nor great ups and downs.
Those with bad luck will bring disaster to the world.
But no matter what, once a person is born into the world, it is impossible for him to be without luck, and the tripod cannot be empty.
The civil servant couldn't help but said: "Is this woman named Wang not a human being?"
But the next second, he denied his guess.
If this Wang family was not a human being, how could it be recorded here?
What was the reason that caused this Wang family to lose her luck?
The civil servant was shocked and confused, but Qin Fang's face looked as usual.
For Qin Fang, if there is still luck in the cauldron, it would be a shocking thing.
Lotus caves in the sky, millions of lotus flowers connecting the sky and the sea.
The four great Immortals gathered together and stood on a rosette as big as a continent.
As the master of the cave, Taoist Lotus Crown stood on the high sacrificial ground, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Since we are all here, let's get started."
For the Cave Heaven Sacrifice held once in a hundred years, the Taoist ancestors are invited to take their seats.
