Outside the city gate, Yunmeng is on the edge of Daze.
Young Master Wubei and everyone were still sitting on the low green hill, waiting.
A witch mark appeared among several people, and then a figure quickly solidified there.
The three spiritual witches looked over together, only to see Chennu, who had left in a rush after getting the location of the witch marks, returned to the edge of the lake with a pale face.
Young Master Wubei chuckled lightly and said, "It seems that your old man's actions are not going well."
Chennu glanced at Gongzi Wubei, as if he wanted to refute something, but opened his mouth, found that his face was a little swollen, turned around and sat down silently.
"Where's Quling?"
Shuhe looked at Chennu with an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Dead." Chennu whispered.
Ming Yuying, who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, glanced at Chennu, closed his eyes again, and said nothing.
However, Young Master Wubei let out a cry of surprise, looked at Chen Nu and said strangely: "How did you die?"
Chennu was silent for a while and said, "That old bastard, Prime Minister, knows how to use a sword."
Ming Yuying closed his eyes and said calmly: "He has known Cong Ren for thousands of years, so it's not surprising that he knows how to use a sword. And you have to think about who the first dean of Xuansheyuan was."
The three of them fell silent.
Qingxuanxu is naturally just a scholar through and through.
But a scholar who had never embarked on the path of spiritual practice was able to pull out the Qingyi Kaitian. It is not so strange to think that his student knows how to use a sword.
Chen Nu was silent for a while, then looked at Ming Mayfly and asked, "So that green and red sword?"
Ming Mayfly said calmly: "If I guessed correctly, they should be the red arm bones and the green hanging leg bones."
Young Master Wubei smiled softly and said, "It seems that the scholar is not a soft-hearted person."
"It is impossible for a weak-minded person to make Xuanxuyuan spread over the entire Huangliang. His minister has indeed become much more humble in recent years, but that is because he wants to carry out the layout for the next thousand years. In a place like Huai'an, he will naturally Be more disciplined."
Young Master Wubei looked to the side, except for Ming Yu, who opened his eyes just now when Chen Nu came back, and has kept them closed since then.
"Senior knows so much, and his surname is Ming. This makes me have to wonder whether senior has anything to do with Tomorrow's Heart, which was killed thousands of years ago by the entire Huangliang Witch Ghost Daxiu who dare not show up."
Ming Yuying opened his eyes, looked at Young Master Wubei, and said calmly: "You guessed it right, it does matter."
"what relationship?"
Ming Yuying looked at the night above the big swamp and said slowly: "Back then, Mingming's heart was set on our clan."
Shuhe and Chennu looked at each other.
But Young Master Wubei laughed and said, "That's it."
Ming Yuying chuckled lightly, stood up, faced Daze, and said softly: "It's just a joke. What's the story? It's been a thousand years. Tomorrow's heart turned into a wild ghost in the Styx a thousand years ago, so why bother thinking about this again?" A memory from the past?"
The three of them, Young Master Wubei, all looked solemn.
Ming Mayfly is the leader of the Witch Ghost Path this time.
This spiritual wizard who was born in Nantuo has never heard of his name in the past decades.
However, from the beginning of Osawa Fengqi's story, he conquered everyone with his strength.
So when Ming Mayfly said this, everyone understood the next story.
The old memories are naturally not important anymore.
"Is the fog going to lift?"
Shuhe put his hands in his sleeves and looked at Daze expectantly.
Ming Mayfly shook his head and said softly: "Not yet, but we can't wait any longer."
Shuhe was stunned and said, "Why?"
Ming Mayfly looked at Chen Nu on the side.
"Qu Ling's death has given us enough warning." Ming Yuyu said calmly, "A prime minister who succumbs to the three swords and three views requires us to pay such a huge amount of energy and price. If Cong Ren returns, We will only pay more painful losses."
Ming Mayfly turned his head to look at the Youhuang Mountains. None of the three young masters, Wubei and others knew what he was looking at.
"Tell the goddess of our sincerity, and she will return firmly to protect the people of Guchu!"
Ming Mayfly withdrew his gaze from the tall and deep mountains, looked at Chennu, and said slowly: "Prepare the sacrifice, and ask for the mercy of the goddess."
When Chen Nu heard this, he was startled for a moment, and then fell silent, seeming extremely hesitant.
Ming Mayfly looked at Chennu for a long time, then moved his eyes to Shuhe who was aside, and the latter was also silent.
Young Master Wubei said softly from the side: "I'll do it."
Ming Mayfly nodded.
Young Master Wubei looked at the vast swamp in front of him and walked calmly down the green hill.
Ming Mayfly looked at the human world in front of her for a long time, her eyes were deep, and there seemed to be many lights flashing, but they were not emotions.
It was just countless bonfires slowly burning beside the lonely and silent river.
Chennu and Shuhe both stood on the green hill without saying a word, looking at Daze and the leaping fire that was becoming more and more fanatical.
This is not the reason why they choose to remain silent and refuse.
Huangliang has preserved the tradition of worshiping gods since ancient times.
It's just that countless generations have passed, and those rituals have only been left with mysterious bodies. Those wild, wild and bloody rituals have been abandoned many years ago.
But Ming Mayfly chose the ancient ritual.
This is the reason for their silence.
So Young Master Wubei went to garrison the city pass behind Qingshan Mountain.
There is sincerity offered to the Goddess.
There seemed to be a long and distant singing sound in the world.
Chennu suddenly couldn't bear to listen.
So he sat down on the green mountain and closed his five senses in silence.
...
Of course the minister will not be Cong Ren.
Even if he was sitting on the edge of the cliff in white clothes, trying his best to spread the clumsy sword intent, and even imitating Cong Ren and making a sleepy look, he was still not Cong Ren after all.
So Goddess Yao Ji just looked at him calmly.
The Prime Minister tried for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of blaming Cong Ren. He held his hands on the edge of the cliff and said with a sincere smile: "Okay, I am the Prime Minister, but those words just now were just said casually. I mean, I don’t really have such a stupid idea.”
"What did you just say?"
When the Prime Minister heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Yao Ji. The latter stood under the umbrella and looked at him very seriously, as if he really didn't hear what the Prime Minister said.
The prime minister turned back to look at the bottom of the cliff and said with a smile: "Nothing, nothing, just some casual complaints."
Yao Ji did not ask further, but held an umbrella beside Qing Xiang and said softly: "Are you looking at the human world?"
The prime minister shook his head and said: "What good-looking thing is there in this world for this coward? It's not as good-looking as your feet, girl..."
Yao Ji lowered her head and looked at her bare feet stepping on the black soil. She realized that she had accidentally stepped on the prime minister's white clothes. However, seeing that the prime minister didn't care, she didn't move away. She just said softly: "You Call me girl?”
Qing Xiang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "How about calling me daughter?"
Yao Ji looked up at the world and chuckled, saying, "Isn't it because you came to Huangliang because you heard that someone saw me?"
Qing Xiang looked at Yao Ji with clear eyes and said, "I admit that I started talking to you because I was covetous of your beauty, but you can't think that I'm doing it specifically for you just because of my enthusiasm. It's not good that you're here, I'm very busy in the world, if I hadn't happened to show up here, you probably wouldn't have met me."
As the Prime Minister spoke, he looked up at the night, stood up on the edge of the cliff, bowed gracefully, and said: "By the way, it's getting late, I still have something to do, so I'll go ahead. "
As the Prime Minister spoke, he turned around, with demonic power swirling around him, and was about to leave the cliff.
Yao Ji calmly stretched out her hand and grabbed the back collar of Qing Xiang's white clothes.
"sit down."
Yao Ji's voice was extremely gentle, but when it fell on the cliff, it was like the sound of heaven and earth, and it fell heavily on Qing Xiang's heart.
"Girl, the strong melon is not sweet..."
The prime minister stopped mid-sentence and sat down on the edge of the cliff.
Only then did Yao Ji take back the hand filled with the power of the Styx.
The Prime Minister sat on the edge of the cliff, sighed, and said slowly: "Yes, I am looking at the human world, my Lady Goddess."
Yao Ji held her umbrella diagonally, but she also sat down on the edge of the cliff. Her bare feet, stained with a lot of black snow and mud, hung on the edge of the cliff, swaying slowly.
This made Qing Xiang feel that he was right in calling her a girl.
It's just that this is a cute and playful girl who likes to pretend to be mature. Can someone take care of it?
The prime minister sighed in his heart.
"I have met a person named Liu Sanyue in your world before." Yao Ji did not care that the prime minister's silence meant that he was thinking about something weird.
"Ah, Liu Sanyue, I know, I had tea and played cards with him thirty years ago!"
The prime minister nodded and said seriously.
The Prime Minister felt something was wrong as he spoke. He turned around and saw Yao Ji looking at him quietly. The Prime Minister hesitated and said in a coquettish voice, "Really? What happened next?"
Yao Ji then turned back, her gaze fell to somewhere in the human world. After looking at it for a long time, she said softly: "Later? Later, he was killed by the human world he loved."
Naturally, the Prime Minister knew about Liu Sanyue. At that time, he even considered recruiting Liu Sanyue to practice in Xuanheyuan for three years before sending him back. After all, he could also gild Xuanyueyuan in the future, but it was a pity that the little girl Bai Yuyao was beaten to death. Refuse to let him go. At this time, when he suddenly heard the news that Liu Sanyue was dead, the Prime Minister was stunned for a while. After thinking for a long time, he contacted Liu Sanyue and thought that he had met Yao Ji, and he quickly got the answer.
"It seems that the Human Sword Sect did it."
The prime minister said with some regret.
"The Human Sword Sect?" Yao Ji tilted her head and thought for a long time under the umbrella, "Are you talking about the Sword Sect in the city where Da Ze used to live?"
"Yes, their sect leader is called Cong Ren. You can go and spar with him someday."
Qing Xiang has always been good at arching fire and pitting blades.
Yao Ji ignored the Prime Minister's nonsense and said calmly: "Didn't you say your name is Cong Ren?"
Qing Xiang said righteously: "My name is Zhang Xiaoyu."
Yao Ji looked down at the endless cliffs under the cliff and said softly: "You always want to change the topic, why?"
The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, then turned back, looked at the world, and said calmly: "Because I am not Liu Sanyue. I don't know what happened when Liu Sanyue met you, but I know it very well. , between a man who has lived for a thousand years, and a young man who is still full of love, the latter is definitely more able to have some sincere but reckless courage to refuse something."
Yao Ji was silent for a while and said slowly: "Yes, as you thought, he rejected me, and then returned to the human world, and we met again, but it was in the River Styx."
Qing Xiang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "I guess you didn't let him leave this world just like that."
"Yes, I pulled his boat back from the River Styx and gave him a chance to start over."
"To start over again, that would be really sad." Qing Xiang said with a soft smile, "Anyway, if it were me, I would not choose to start life over again. A thousand years are lonely, and more than 300,000 people are alone." The time of a few days is unbearable, and the record of more than 3.6 million hours is enough to break through countless hourglasses."
Yao Ji quietly looked at the Prime Minister who was counting the years. The latter suppressed his smile, looked at Yao Ji, and said sincerely: "Why don't you just lie down and never wake up from now on? What do you think of the goddess?"
Yao Ji naturally heard that the Prime Minister was saying on the surface that he did not want to start over again, but in fact, he was saying openly and secretly that he should not start over again.
"I have been sleeping for two thousand years." Yao Ji said calmly, "When you suddenly wake up and face the world where things are different and people are different, what will you do?"
The prime minister was silent and thought for a long time, and said: "I will probably look for some stories from my old friends to prove that I really did exist, and it is not just a big, empty dream."
Yao Ji said softly: "Yes."
Silence fell on the lonely cliffs of the mountains.
The prime minister sighed and looked at the world, but suddenly fell silent.
There are sparks flickering in the human world in the distance, as if someone is lighting a fire, dancing ancient sacrificial dances, and singing solemn sacrificial speeches.
Then those distant sparks drifted in the wind and gradually moved towards the sky.
A kind of mysterious pull appeared between the sky and the Styx River, and then converged on Yao Ji beside him.
Qing Xiang turned to look at Yao Ji beside him. The latter looked like water and looked at the world quietly. The power of the Styx was surging all over her body, and the power of the underworld was spreading. Her long black dress became more and more... The ground is deep, and there seem to be many different and colorful colors shining, just like the strange flowers dotted in the ancient and mysterious green mountains.
As a result, the originally gentle face became solemn, and Ru Shui's expression became colder and colder, shining with little glimmers of light - like scattered stars.
Qing Xiang was slightly absent-minded, and then Dao Wen emerged from the divine sea and appeared in Qing Xiang's eyes, which made his thoughts return.
Looking at the sparkling places in the human world, Qing Xiang sighed and said: "It seems that the human world is slowly thinking of you, my lord goddess."
Yao Ji looked there calmly.
"They always remember it, but we fell asleep or died in the past and did not give them the proper response."
The Prime Minister sniffed the blood hidden in the wind of sparks blowing to this high mountain, and smiled softly: "The so-called due response is to make the world fall in love with this kind of people who can exchange the blood of their own clan for all the respect. The feeling of pity until you sink into it?"
"Sincerity in life and death is supreme." Yao Ji said softly, "Although we didn't like this kind of sincerity back then, in the Styx River, they can naturally be exchanged for more things."
"Since you don't like it, why should you respond?" Qing Xiang said softly, "Most people in the world are ignorant, no, they are ignorant. They can't see as far as you and me, and they can't walk as fast as you and me, so it's easy for them to get lost in the unknown. In the confusion, I believe in some cruel things."
The Prime Minister looked at Huang Liang Yaofeng. He couldn't see what kind of academy there was in that small town, but looking there, the Prime Minister could get a lot of comfort.
"When the young master was here, he discussed this issue with us."
"What is the God of Ceremony?"
"Dedicate your eyes, donate your hands, break your legs, weaken your mind, and then give you the so-called food and clothing, then when the existing donations are exhausted, there is no enough in the world. The ability to get everything you deserve.”
"So I had no choice but to continue, and began to sacrifice my heart and soul, sacrifice my liver and gallbladder, and even my own heart. Then I called the beloved gods and ghosts twice, and then everyone got what they wanted."
"When everything gets old, the old ones are abandoned in the caves, and the weak ones are put on the bamboo rafts for sacrifices. When the big waves come, everyone shouts about ghosts and gods, and they exchange for a good meal."
“The people of the world are kept in captivity like lambs for generations to come.”
The Prime Minister turned to look at the goddess sitting beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Is this what the goddess calls sincerity?"
"If you really don't like it and can't bear to see it, then don't show mercy. A gift today and a full meal tomorrow will make the world more happy and indulge in it."
Yao Ji turned to look at the Prime Minister quietly and said, "You are not from the world, how do you know that the world doesn't like this?"
"The world may really like it, but that's because in the past, during the mournful era of the ancestors, they began to accept the mercy of gods and ghosts, and followed it from generation to generation as a standard."
The prime minister said calmly: "So before the young master returned to Styx, he had a great wish - to bring civilization to the world. It was to awaken the weak human world."
Yao Ji said softly: "It is often said that scholars are the most mean when they scold others, and that is indeed true."
The prime minister looked at the world and said, "I just stated some facts."
Yao Ji stood up and looked at the vast swamp. When she looked there, the fog began to slowly dissipate.
Then mountains appeared in the swamp.
"Is the blessing of ghosts and gods really so unbearable?"
The prime minister finally laughed, perhaps a little wantonly, so he kept coughing.
"Whether it's unbearable or not, I don't want to go into details, but Lady Goddess, I am a member of the Taoist sect."
The prime minister stopped coughing and looked at the world calmly.
"We Taoists are all devout and firm materialists."
