When they first met, he leaped down from the high palace wall and broke into her world with his bright and clear body.
At this point, the barren heart has light, green buds are sprouting, and greenery is growing.
Tears flowed freely into her mouth along with the blood, full of bitterness. Xi Yue murmured in a low voice, her voice whimpering like a desperate little animal: "I have never been afraid of death, nor greedy for life. I just love the world with you."
The sound of messy footsteps sounded, and the dark forest was illuminated by firelight. Xiyue slowly sat up, leaving the arrow-blocked chest filled with blood.
But she seemed to feel no pain, her cold gaze swept across the faces of the people who were surrounded by layers of people, and there was a sarcastic coldness on her lips: "Don't you want to ascend the throne as soon as possible and become the emperor? ?I guarantee that the new emperor of Nanming will never be anyone here."
In the firelight, her whole body was covered with bright red blood, and tears formed horrible blood marks on her face. She looked as ferocious as an evil ghost, but every word she spoke was sonorous and powerful, revealing endless majesty.
A huge chill seeped into everyone's heart. The blood curse of a dying person was frightening, let alone the curse of Princess Xiyue.
For a moment, everyone froze on the spot, no one dared to step forward, until the blood-stained eyes slowly closed and they fell to the ground...
In the dark cell, the girl tied to the torture stake frowned and her thick eyelashes trembled.
"don't want……"
A low murmur sounded, and the jailer who was dozing next to her suddenly woke up. Seeing her condition clearly, he hurriedly woke up his companion who was sleeping in the dark at the table, "She is about to wake up, go and report to the mage!"
The jailer who was shaken awake hurriedly ran out, while the jailer who woke up first picked up the red-hot iron rod in the brazier, not for interrogation, but for self-defense.
After bringing these two people back to the National Master's Mansion a few days ago, I immediately wanted to interrogate them, but unfortunately I couldn't wake them up no matter what.
What's even more sinister is that the two of them are like bronze poured into iron. Neither whipping nor fire can damage them at all. Even their clothes are not damaged at all!
This kind of situation is unheard of, and I am afraid that even the monsters in the storybook cannot do this.
Amid the jailer's anxiety, the girl's eyelashes trembled more and more violently, and finally she suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were orange-red, like the blood-like setting sun on the river in summer.
The jailer shook, and the iron in his hand fell to the wet and cold ground, making a sizzling sound.
Yunli exhaled heavily, and finally recovered from the extreme despair. With a little force on her hands, she broke away from the tied iron rope and ran towards the next door. In her mind, the Warm God Lotus swayed gently, and the coolness was rippling...
The jailer stared at the broken iron chain on the ground and swallowed hard. It was made of fine black iron, but she broke it off so easily!
Is that human being?
Yunli ran along the narrow corridor and saw from a distance in the cell at the end, Wei Lin with his head slightly lowered, hanging in the same Chinese character as she did just now.
She arrived in front of the cell in an instant, broke the iron bars and rushed over to hug him. The past surged back to her, and a sharp pain spread in her heart.
This kind of pain is not as severe as the burning fire of Nirvana, but it is deep into the bones, dense and dense, and fills the heart.
A pair of hands covered her back and patted her soothingly. She heard Wei Lin's voice as soft as a dream: "Why are you still crying? It's all over. Aren't we fine now?"
Yunli felt a little aggrieved and choked with sobs: "Those people are so bad."
She didn't do anything harmful, she just wanted to live longer with him. Those people who were full of power and desire were not willing to leave them even such a short time together.
"There is only one throne. They will definitely kill each other in the future, and the final end will definitely be worse than ours." Wei Lin comforted softly while looking around, wondering if he had just withdrawn from the experience of his previous life and felt a little more Human feeling, the cold and damp breath of the cell penetrated into the body, making it a little cold.
Yunli sniffed and said dullly: "I will practice hard."
She never wanted to experience that feeling of powerlessness again. Her lover died in front of her eyes. She didn't even have the ability to take revenge, so she could only use her words.
Wei Lin lowered his eyes and said in a soft but firm voice, "I want to practice hard."
His eyes glanced at the shivering jailer in the corner and the mage peeking outside the door. After all, he was still weak. If Lu Fei was strong enough, would he still be afraid of being chased and killed?
He exhaled slowly, "Let's leave first."
Although there is nothing to fear from these people, there are some things that are not easy to say in front of them.
Yunli let go of his waist, turned to hold his arm and walked out, ignoring the frightened mage jailers the whole time.
She raised her head and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Thousands of arrows pierce the heart, how painful it is.
Wei Lin's heart ached. The pain in his body was not as painful as the regret. How could he be willing to survive his fate only to be ruined by the ambition of a stranger?
He closed his eyes and slowly exhaled, "It's not as painful as your advanced pain."
Yunli was silent, yes, the physical pain will pass after a while, those things that make people collapse and despair are always the pain of the soul and soul.
There was silence all the way, and soon he walked out of the prison. Looking at the bloody sun on the horizon, Yunli frowned: "I always feel that I have forgotten something."
"Zhan Meng." Wei Lin reminded.
"Ah, my sword!" Yunli exclaimed and hurriedly sensed its location, but unexpectedly found nothing.
She frowned, turned around and asked the guard at the door: "Where is my knife?"
"Still by the river." These days, everyone in the Imperial Preceptor's office was frightened. They suspected that they had caught some kind of goblin and ghost, and were afraid that the two would be held responsible for the kidnapping.
Yunli frowned in confusion, and unfolded it again in less than a second. The Dream-Slaying Sword was as heavy as a mountain, and not just anyone could pick it up.
Wei Lin couldn't help but laugh, and the depression in his heart was lessened. He didn't expect that Zhanmeng also had an anti-theft function.
"Let's go get Zhan Meng." As he said that, he untied one of the horses tied to the tree next to him and turned over.
Yunli also stretched out her hand to untie the reins. She was about to mount her horse but suddenly stopped, turned around and continued to ask the guard: "Where is the jade rosary?"
Speaking of which, if it wasn't supposed to be on Yunhuang Island, how could it end up at the Imperial Master's Mansion?
Able to bring people into past life experiences, the jade rosary is by no means an ordinary thing, but I had never seen it as a magic weapon before.
Could it be that the level is too high, beyond their current horizons?
The guard swallowed his saliva and argued bravely: "The jade rosary belongs to me... the Imperial Master's Mansion."
Yunli rolled her eyes: "You can pull it, I don't know how you got it."
The jade rosary was originally a tribute from Fengzhou. Emperor Nanming was worried that there would be no one in Zhaoyang Palace and one day she would be poisoned and no one would find out, so she would die prematurely, so he gave her the jade rosary.
She gave it to Lu Fei again. Seriously, the jade rosary belonged to her senior brother.
Under her stern gaze, the guard couldn't bear it anymore and honestly told him the location. Yunli entered the warehouse and took it away, and then the two of them rushed to the river where he fainted.
A day later, as soon as I arrived near my destination, I heard the sound of chanting in the distance.
"Hey, hey, hey..."
The corner of Yunli's mouth twitched, and when she got closer, she saw hundreds of strong and burly men, naked from the waist up, holding on to the rope, leaning forward, and tugging at her knife.
There were several white-clothed mages beside them, commanding the team of trackers loudly, their voices hoarse.
Yunli gently pulled the reins and drove the horse over. Under the puzzled eyes of all the trackers, he bent down and pulled out the dream-killing knife inserted in the ground, tore off the thick ropes wrapped around it, and then put the knife away. With Wei Lin at his waist, he rode away with Wei Lin, leaving behind the stunned trackers and the mage who looked like they had seen a ghost.
The tall-nosed Master Bai Jing in the middle came to his senses first and stammered: "Let them go, the national master hasn't arrived yet."
The mage next to me asked, "Can you stop me?"
"But the Imperial Master..."
Before he could finish speaking, the person who had asked the question before said again: "We have sent back the information. The Imperial Guards did not arrive in time. We cannot be blamed."
Yunli Weilin, who has keen senses, naturally heard these words clearly. Yunli said bitterly: "Guoshifu, still so annoying!"
During the Nanming Kingdom, all kinds of power and tyranny caused them so much misery. If it weren't for the people in the National Preceptor's Office now, or the group during the Nanming Kingdom, she would still want to vent her evil anger even if she was different from the immortals.
As she said that, there was no one next to her. She turned around, and Wei Lin had stopped at some point, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Has the Imperial Master been replaced?"
"What do you mean?" Yunli blinked, as tall as a monk, he was confused.
Wei Lin said solemnly: "There is no information about the change of the Imperial Preceptor in the Yunhuang Island's historical materials. The power of the Imperial Preceptor's Office has never declined. After Yunhuang Island became a monk, he had to stay away from him."
Yunli was stunned, thought for a moment, and asked: "As far as Lu Fei's memory is concerned, who is more powerful, the mage from the National Preceptor's Mansion or the islanders of Yunhuang Island?"
Judging from the mages they came into contact with, whether it was the pursuit team that she beat to pieces with stones during the Nan Ming Dynasty or the ones they encountered today, their martial arts were very ordinary, just a little higher than ordinary martial arts people.
Wei Lin frowned even more tightly: "It's about the same."
Relying on some items left over from the Reiki era, Yunhuang Island even had an advantage against the Imperial Master's Mansion.
However, the elders on the island are very afraid of the national master, and they keep it secret every time they mention it. There is a hint of fear in the Tibetan books on the island when he is written about him.
A thought flashed through his mind. Wei Lin was shocked and slowly raised his eyes: "I have a bold guess. Perhaps the Imperial Master is the same person from beginning to end."
Yunli glared: "You mean, he is a monk? No way, thirty thousand years, even if he is a monk after Yuan Dynasty, he can't live such a long time!"
This guess is crazy.
Wei Lin's eyes were sharp: "You can find out if you go to Kuocang Mountain and take a look."
"also."
When I arrived in the city, I asked someone and found that the name of Kuocang Mountain had not changed and it was still the place where the national master lived and practiced.
During this period, the two visited the library of the branch of the Imperial Preceptor's Office. There was indeed no record of the Imperial Preceptor's resignation and succession.
In addition, the historical classics collected by the Imperial Preceptor's Office are also very different from those circulating outside. In other words, the classics circulating outside have been deleted and altered by the Imperial Preceptor's Office, especially the legend about Princess Xiyue.
The royal family recorded in the classics who went to Yunhuang Island to obtain the panacea was actually the story of Lu Fei taking her back to Yunhuang Island and getting the Warm God Lotus to change her fate.
Thinking of Mild Soul Lotus, Yunli pursed her lips and said, "Senior brother, I want to see your sea of consciousness."
Wei Lin was slightly startled, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know that lotus?"
Ever since he established the foundation and opened the sea of consciousness, he had wondered more than once about the origin of the lotus in the sea of consciousness, but he still had no answer.
Now it is even more confusing. It can cultivate spiritual consciousness and reincarnate accordingly. This lotus must be a treasure of heaven and earth, but how can it grow in the land of extraordinary spirits?
Yunli clenched her fists and tried her best to suppress her surging heart: "I want to confirm."
At that time, her consciousness was blurred and she did not see the appearance of the lotus. She guessed the Warming Lotus based on its efficacy and the previous description of the Bamboo Moon Colored Lotus.
"You forgot, you can't use your spiritual consciousness here." Wei Lin sighed, "Go out and confirm again. You can tell us your guesses first."
"I have a solution."
With that said, Yunli came closer, put her forehead against his, touched the lotus in her sea of consciousness, and with the help of Bingdilian's unique telepathy, she let her thoughts follow the coolness.
When their thoughts entered the sea of consciousness, both of them were shocked, and a strange feeling arose in their hearts. Yunli silently muttered "Business is important" and controlled his thoughts to fly to the center of the sea of consciousness.
Light mist fills the air, clouds curl up, and in the middle of the vast sea of consciousness, a bamboo-moon-colored lotus stands gracefully, with white stamens, slightly closed petals, and a faint light. It is exactly what the legendary Warming Lotus looks like.
As her mind exited Wei Lin's sea of consciousness, she still couldn't believe it: "It's really the Warming Lotus!"
"Warming Lotus?"
Yunli was excited and incoherent: "I somewhat understand why the East Continent was chosen as a place to nourish the soul. It is probably because of it, one of the nine wonders of the world - Warm God Lotus."
"The Nine Wonderful Medicines of Heaven and Earth?" Wei Lin was stunned. Although he didn't know what it was, the name sounded very impressive when he heard it, but there was no aura in the Hong Shen Pond.
Yunli took several deep breaths in a row before she managed to calm down the excitement in her heart. She understood the information in the inheritance and said eloquently: "Generally speaking, there are cultivation limits for taking spiritual plant elixirs. If you can't bear the majestic spiritual power, the result will only be explosion and death;
Some spiritual medicines are also divided into races. For example, in the alchemy test, the spiritual fruit that Xiao Hei took at the beginning can greatly increase the cultivation level of monsters and beasts, but it is of no use to human cultivation.
However, in the face of the most precious and wonderful spiritual beings in the world, all spirits are equal, whether they are mortals without cultivation, the great golden immortals above the nine heavens, the monsters whose spiritual wisdom has not yet been awakened, or the hundreds of ghosts in the nine netherworlds. Soul can be taken, and the effect is the same!
Warming Soul Lotus is also an extremely rare existence among the Nine Wonderful Medicines. It is the gentlest and most effective thing in the world to warm and nourish the soul. Even if the soul is broken into only one fragment, it will slowly repair it without any side effects.
Even the Immortal Lord and God of Jiuzhong Xingque will be moved by everyone who encounters it. It also has a very special point. Once it recognizes its owner, it will never change its owner.
If the soul of the former owner dies, it will also dissipate into nothingness. Therefore, there is no such thing as a man who is innocent and harbors a jade! "
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