It’s night in the imperial capital.
The ancient attic was lit up, and phantom figures came and went.
This is recreating the carvings of a long time ago.
In the old alley, crowds of people gathered. In a city that has undergone great changes, this old alley has not changed and is still dilapidated.
"The storybook last time said that the Supervisor Tiansi accompanied the red dragon, subdued the female demon in blue, and summoned clouds and rain from all directions, causing the gods to frown!" The old man's hoarse voice sounded like old wine, and the whole alley was filled with "wine" fragrant".
The cadence of the voice told another story.
"It was a moonless night, but fireworks lit up in the night sky! They fell to the ground and suddenly dispersed, flying in the air with the sound of rain. They hit the jade bucket and turned over the clear snow, and bravely stepped on the thunder! Stars fell like rain, When everyone saw this, they immediately exclaimed, saying it was a god coming to the world? No!"
"It's actually a demon! It came to our land and turned the entire night into blood!"
"How can the great witch Zhu who carries Jiuyou tolerate his country being trampled wantonly by evil demons?"
"Then the red dragon ascended to the sky, stayed away from the human world, and launched an unprecedented battle with the evil demon in a place where no one could see it. This battle really caused the sky to collapse and the earth to break, the mountain tops to roll down, and the earth to crack open without bottom. abyss……"
"How do you know, grandpa, that no one has seen?" a child in the crowd asked.
The old man immediately looked around, saw the young boy who had opened his mouth, and waved his fan.
"People have memories, and so does this land..." The storyteller smiled and patted the armrest.
"The great universe is tilted, and everything is withered!"
The old man's tone changed, from passionate to dull, rumbling and thunderous, making people breathless.
"The red dragon is back!"
The darkness was endless and there were voices from all directions.
The scarlet eyes squirmed.
"The red dragon sealed me here. He had the chance to kill me completely, but he didn't. Instead, he used the imperial palace to arrange an altar as a seal. This sealing ritual can still be effective even in the age of inanimation. That's it. It lasted for an unknown number of years.”
"You want to say that I am the red dragon?" Li Xi'an noticed what the other party meant.
"It's very similar, very similar." Zhulan Caixun replied.
"But not after all."
"It is not impossible for two similar beings to appear in the long years. My feeling is not wrong. You are very similar, but after all, you are not one."
Li Xi'an thought.
He thought of the two lotus petals. The first piece itself has it, and the second piece comes from the dreamland of Yaochi returning to Kyushu. It's not accurate to say that it was a dream. The eighty years he traveled through Kyushu really existed. Maybe the red dragon that Zhulan Caihun met was him, and in future generations he will also set foot in the era that Zhulan Caihun mentioned.
The Supervisor Tiansi, the Goddess Ba, carries the Nine Nethers on his back and opens up reincarnation.
There was more to the Hidden Age than meets the eye.
"I was surprised when I arrived, because Kyushu had already fallen, and such a tyrannical creature should not have been born. That era was a deformed prosperity, built on the tomb of something."
"grave?"
"I don't know what happened to Kyushu after the small world was opened, but the land I landed on must still be the old Kyushu. Something blocked the fallen Kyushu and renewed the life of this world again. When I tore open the boundary wall , that era is already lingering on, and will eventually inevitably head towards the old path of decline.”
"As for the current recovery... Haha, this world has been dead for a long time. How can it be revived?"
"So, someone did some extraordinary things in that era, reviving the world and reviving reincarnation." Zhulan Caihun sighed with emotion.
"How to do it, I often think about it when I wake up in the endless darkness, but in the end I don't get the answer."
The scarlet abyss slowly closed, and the entire darkness became dead again.
Suddenly, the eye opened, and the abyss opened at the same height as Li Xi'an's Taihang Eighth Route.
"Leave."
"The restricted flexibility of that bronze tripod has reached its limit."
"If you set foot in Shinichi, you can come again."
"What are you doing here?"
"kill me."
"My current strength has not fallen below that of the True One. No matter how weak I am, there is nothing you can do about it. Only when you step into the True One realm will you be qualified to truly face us. Fortunately, most of my Taoism has been lost to the years and seals, otherwise even if I lose the eight images Only the image of my true self remains, and even Fang Tingzhenyi’s ancestor cannot handle it.”
"The setbacks of Hengxiao Jinni and Yuchai Shunde are due to this world. Red Jiao, don't breed arrogance. Zu, especially them, are not something you can compete with at the moment."
The bamboo basket collects souls solemnly.
The abyss fluctuated, and an empty flower basket appeared from the center of the pupil. After appearing, it turned into a stream of light and flew to Li Xi'an.
"Take it away. This thing is already a mortal thing. It is not stained with filth. You can take it out."
"Bamboo basket? Have you reached this level?" Jin Xiao looked over with his spiritual consciousness, but there was a dead silence and no response.
This bamboo basket is a mere utensil and has no spirit.
The soul-collecting basket is like the golden Xiao to the horizontal flute and the golden Ni for the soul-collecting bamboo basket, the natal weapon. The bamboo basket was lifeless and dead. You can imagine how bad the situation of this ancestor was.
There was laughter in the darkness. "If the bamboo basket is still there, can you still talk here? Chijiao, take this bamboo basket outside. If you want to keep it, keep it. If you don't want to keep it, find a good place to bury it on the top of a hill and set up a monument. The name should be engraved with 'Master of Drinking and Fun'. After all, the bamboo basket soul collector has been dead for a long time, so it is reasonable to erect a monument."
Li Xi'an stared at the old and exquisite flower basket in front of him.
The aroma of wine and flowers can still be faintly smelled.
"I have put this object away, and the monument will not be erected. After all, the bamboo basket soul collecting is not dead yet." If it was him who met the red dragon when the bamboo basket soul collecting came to Kyushu in the past, then the bamboo basket soul collecting will definitely be saved, and it may even involve to the nature of filth.
He never does anything unnecessary.
"Don't die, junior."
"Take care." Li Xi'an bowed slightly and said goodbye.
This is not filth, it is the real ancestor, the real fire of Kyushu. Even if it is extinguished, it will still give afterglow to future generations.
In the void, a ferocious arm stretched out to hold up the Heavenly Cauldron.
The dark green seal script fell down and enveloped the human figure standing in the palm of the arm. The people of the imperial capital ran around and activated the key. A huge suction force exploded, lifting Li Xi'an into the air.
Gradually becoming illusory.
Scarlet eyes watched Li Xi'an leave, and after the mercury-like light disappeared, he closed his eyes.
The next moment the abyss closed, countless voices suddenly sounded in the darkness.
They whisper like a swarm of snakes.
A tongue-like thing stuck out from the darkness and licked the blood on the altar, which was left by Li Xi'an's fight with the giant.
One mouthful, two mouthfuls, the darkness roared, stimulated, thousands of long tongues licked the ground, almost lifting, crushing, and swallowing the entire altar.
"Elixir! This is elixir!" A hoarse, high-pitched voice sounded in the darkness.
"This is obviously the Supreme Blood! Let me taste it again!" Another voice interrupted.
"What a great medicine..."
Some shadows climbed onto the giant's bones. Because the giant fought with the red dragon, the blood on its body was the thickest and most abundant. The shadows sucked greedily, even taking the giant's bones with them.
"Boom——!" The boundless darkness, the abyss opened again.
The huge scarlet eyeball overlooked the shadow of the altar, the divine chains were intertwined, and the invisible laws condensed at this moment.
The ancient scriptures resounded in all directions, sweeping across the altar, sweeping away the long hanging tongues and shadows, and at the same time wiping out the blood on the altar. Except for the spiderweb-like cracks, the place returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
…………
Zhao Xingzhou is sleeping.
White mist enveloped the palace complex, but day and night could still be distinguished.
Although practitioners can meditate and receive spiritual energy instead of sleeping, people of this generation always feel that something is missing if they don't sleep.
This wasn’t even the first day he slept in this ghostly place. The first night was so fresh that he couldn’t sleep, but the second night he became familiar with it. Zhao Xingzhou thought he could sleep like a dead pig, and even if he was struck by lightning, he wouldn’t be able to sleep. Will never wake up.
There was a muffled thunder and a howling wind.
The strong wind mercilessly lifted off Zhao Xingzhou's quilt and blew it away.
Li Shishuang was meditating next to her, quietly watching Zhao Xingzhou's bed being flown away, and then she sat up straight with excitement.
A huge shadow enveloped them.
"That one is back." Li Shishuang breathed a sigh of relief.
The red dragon shape snakes, leaps out from the stone altar, and soars into the air. The mercury-like luster flows, outlining the sharp edges of the thick iron scales.
He breathed, thunder rolling in his throat, his huge body cutting through the air and creating a violent wind.
In the fog, the pair of golden candle eyes were still dazzling.
Zhao Xingzhou rubbed his sleepy eyes to confirm that he had read it correctly. Although the ferocious body of the red dragon is always described as "dragon-shaped", it is actually snake-shaped and has no legs. It is only because it is so strong and huge that there is no shadow of the round snake scales between the iron scales, so it is called a dragon.
At this time, the red dragon soared into the sky, and an arm stretched out from the void, holding the bronze cauldron.
It is completely different from the dragon in popular perception.
I have never heard of a dragon having arms that are not on its body, but in the void.
When the behemoth lowered its head and its bronze bone face stared at them through the thick fog, they suddenly realized that these descriptions did not matter at all. The image of the mountain god of the Taihang Mountains has never seemed to be the serious dragon described in mythology.
Compared with the auspicious dragon in the traditional sense, it is closer to an evil ghost or god in a pure sense.
The big bronze cauldron held up by the ferocious arms manifested itself as the Deer King.
The deer king kicked and released the restrained imperial city alive. The living creatures roared at the red dragons meandering in the fog while retreating to the palace complex. They had been living in a state of confusion these past two days, and the feeling of being forcibly restrained by that elephant-like deer king couldn't be more wonderful. Of course, the living beings will not think about why the bronze cauldron can restrain and drive them so easily. They will only be deeply afraid of the bronze cauldron.
At the same time, this unreasonable and rough dragon has already been blacklisted in his heart.
But if you want to ask what to do when the dragon comes to the imperial capital again, what else can you do? There is no contradiction between continuing to be obedient and being blacklisted.
The palace began to move and bury the altar again.
Looking at the dissipating white mist, the golden candle swayed, and the red maple spread out under the night moon, revealing a slender human figure.
Landed.
Li Xi'an lowered his head and looked at the sheets and quilts on the floor, as well as Zhao Xingzhou, who was wearing pajamas and a nightcap with a sleepy look in his eyes. It wouldn't matter if this guy really had this expression. The key is that the man's face was solemn, like a general about to go to the battlefield.
"Excuse me, I didn't expect you to be sleeping."
Zhao Xingzhou patted his butt and stood up. He didn't feel anything serious, except that when he looked back, the quilt disappeared along with the changes in the imperial palace complex.
It's okay, Zhao Xingzhou is very generous to warm up the emperor's gentlemen in the palace.
He quickly called to Li Xi'an who was about to leave.
There was some doubt in the golden eyes on the young man's side face.
"What have you done recently? I don't know if you have time." Zhao Xingzhou asked.
Li Xi'an thought for a while and shook his head.
There has indeed been nothing going on recently. Taihang must be stable in the past few years. All he needs to do now is to return to the mountains to continue practicing, comprehend the Dharma recorded by Jin Xiao, and then go to the small world to fulfill his long-cherished wish. This matter can be expected to take a very long time, maybe a few years, maybe more than ten years. When the time for something extends, then the near future is called leisure.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
If you ask him to help deal with a disaster or something like that, it's easy, and he won't refuse. But Li Shishuang next to her looked very embarrassed when she heard Zhao Xingzhou's words, but Zhao Xingzhou himself had no special reaction.
"I would like to invite you to my wedding." Zhao Xingzhou answered calmly.
"Wedding..." Li Xi'an smiled.
It was not that he was surprised by Zhao Xingzhou's wedding invitation, but that he had not heard this word for a long, long time.
Turning around, he looked at the two of them.
It was clear that Li Xi'an looked younger than these two people, but the look in his eyes seemed to come from an older person's consideration of the younger ones.
"when?"
"a week later."
"Okay." Li Xi'an nodded, "I will show up on time in a week."
After speaking, he looked at Li Shishuang. "Do you need my help to inform Qingyan? She sometimes mentions you to me. Although she complains mostly, after all, the first impression is not a good one. But you should be a rare friend to this girl."
Li Shishuang was startled, then smiled. "Please inform me."
The white mist subsided, and the moonlight in the night sky finally shone on this land. By the time the risers looking for Zhao Xingzhou and Li Shishuang arrived, the figures in loose black clothes had already walked away and disappeared into the night.
…………
"When the ceremony is completed, the drums are played, and the ballet is passed on to the dancers; the young girls are encouraged to show their beauty; the spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums will last forever and will last forever."
Old alley, old people, old tables and old fans. There are many old things, but those eyes are ageless, clear and bright.
So I know the character.
When the young man wearing Xuanyi arrived, Xiangmu slapped the table and the crowd dispersed.
When the last person in the audience left, the young man seemed to be planning to leave too.
Unexpectedly, Xiangmu took action again.
"Old things from the past are happening again today. Is this listener interested in staying and listening to me?"
"Hey, the guest is in trouble now. The gold I gave you last time is still in my pocket. How can I ask for money from the guest again." The old man opened his fan and smiled, "Just listen!"
"There is a Qingyi in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, who carries Jiuyou on his back and is the Supervisor of Tiansi."
"He has purple eyes from the underworld, his Taoism reaches the sky, and he can command the red dragon."
"All the ghosts in the world were howling, and the people were suffering... Then the person who was responsible for supervising the heavens came out of the Taimiao Temple and walked around the world. A divine dance defeated all the ghosts, and a scroll collected hundreds of complaints. There was no filth to disturb the ears, It makes Qian Jue want to return home. Her green clothes are spotless, her face is pure, she walks in the world of mortals, and her heart is in heaven!"
"How can it be that the Supervisor of the Heaven's Order has the power to reach the sky? This turbid sun and cloudy sky are full of ghosts!" The old man's voice was trembling and low, but it was swept by a huge force.
I want to sing throughout this world.
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