"Many years ago, I rarely walked in the human world. At that time, I was no longer the goddess of Wushan. With my power declining, I was a mountain ghost."
Yao Ji stood in the wind and snow on the high mountain, looking at the silent Liu Chunfeng of Xuanxuyuan in front of her.
"And the story begins from that time."
Yaoji turned her head and looked towards Fengxue North.
"Wushan was still in Daze at that time, but there was a new goddess in the human world, called the Yunmeng Goddess. She was the new being who inherited Taiyi from above and the human world from below."
"Perhaps the human world also thinks that the stories of the new generation of goddesses will be like mine, going smoothly with the flow in the era of love between humans and gods."
Yao Ji stood quietly in the wind and snow, without speaking for a long time.
Liu Chunfeng looked up at Yao Ji, who was slightly sad, and said softly: "What happened next?"
Yao Ji withdrew her gaze, looked at the Taoist in front of her, and said calmly: "That was the most glorious moment of the Wu Gui Shen Cult. The gods were by your side and the Wu Dao was prosperous. But many things, just like your human principles, overflowed. Then the bow will be overflowing and the bow will be destroyed. The sect of witches, ghosts and gods is like the bow that has been drawn to the full moon over the years. If it does not shoot towards the human world, it will destroy itself."
"King Huai of Chu conquered the north several times. However, the north at that time was no longer a weak human world. They abandoned the embrace of gods and ghosts many years ago, and something called the Great Way emerged. Although the Wugui and God Sect was very prosperous at that time For a time, but after all, they were separated by Daze, and even further to the north. There was an existence in the north called Hangu Temple. Therefore, although the ancient Chu army once crossed Shangyu, due to the cross-flow of Daze, the battle line was repeatedly cut off, and they had to retreat. In the great swamp.”
Liu Chunfeng frowned and said in a deep voice: "Where is the business?"
"Lingnan, Nanyi City."
Liu Chunfeng fell silent.
The goddess continued calmly: "During such repeated wars, King Chu began to have a new idea. He wants to climb to the top of Wushan Mountain. He wants to see things that cannot be seen by humans but can be seen by gods and ghosts."
"The collapse of the Wuguishen Sect era started from here. The bow was fully drawn, but it did not shoot into the human world, so it shot into the interior of Guchu."
"The world has gone through three wars, and the King of Chu has died three times. It was Lingjun, his left disciple, and to this day, there is still no one who can stand side by side with the Witch Ghost Cultivator, who brought him back from the River Styx three times, even though it was We also have to admit that such a person in the world is powerful enough to represent the authority of ghosts and gods, and the words of spiritual wizards also come from him."
Liu Chunfeng naturally knew a name like Lingjun.
That was Zuo Tu of ancient Chu, a minister of King Huai.
"But I heard that Lord Lingjun eventually took refuge and died."
"Yes, on the eve of the collapse of the Wuguishen Sect. When the goddess Yunmeng died in the swamp, when the gods and ghosts left the world, and the King of Chu died in the armor from the north. Your souls Lord Jun threw himself into the river and died. After all, he is not a real ghost. He has forcibly interfered with Da Siming's authority three times, which is his limit."
Can the human river drown such a being?
Of course it is possible.
Just like the people from the ancient Taoist sect who drowned themselves in the washbasin.
If you have the will to die, you will not be able to survive at all costs.
The snowy mountains fell into a long silence.
Yao Ji looked towards the human world and said softly: "Zi Yuan."
High on the mountain, a figure of a scholar in white appeared.
Liu Chunfeng is already the fake capital of Yushan.
However, the person in front of him was even worse than such a young man with spring breeze.
He is Ziyuan and Song Yu.
During the ancient Chu period, he was a well-known handsome man in the world.
Liu Chunfeng stared at such a person blankly.
The scholar holds a scroll in his hand, and a pen with the power of the Styx flowing in his hand. There are some writings on the pages, which are still very moist.
Ziyuan lowered his head and glanced at the scroll in his hand, then turned to look at Yao Ji, his eyes always seemed to have a lot of sadness in them.
Just said nothing.
Yao Ji looked at the scholar in front of her. During such a narration of an ancient story, her eyes were no longer gentle and calm.
It seems like there is hatred, but also like there is pity.
"After returning to the human world, I often think about it." Yao Ji looked away and looked at the snowstorm brought by the mighty power of the Styx. "If I was still a goddess on earth back then, this story would have been different."
Ziyuan lowered his head, looked at the book in his hand silently, and said softly: "The past cannot be changed, and there is no way to speculate."
Yao Ji sighed softly and said: "Yes, it cannot be changed, and it cannot be guessed, just like the fate that people in the north often say. I am a person who is beyond their destiny, but I am also a person who is limited to my own destiny. Even that one bit, what can he do?"
Liu Chunfeng looked at Yao Ji silently.
I don’t know what it is that makes such a goddess who can even speak the name of Taiyi use that one to refer to her.
"It's just that there are some things that can't be easily guessed." Yao Ji looked down at the ten miles of plains below, stretched out a hand, and said very calmly, "Then let's do it again."
As Yao Ji's words fell in the night of the world.
Liu Chunfeng suddenly turned back.
The Styx that hangs high above the human world is echoed in Yao Ji's words, as if it is a distant echo. Thousands of Styx flows towards the human world, and they fall majestically, like the Milky Way at night.
The wind and snow suddenly changed.
When those Styxes crashed into the human world, countless heavenly pillars shining with divine light broke out of the snow in the river of wind and snow - just like bamboo shoots breaking out of the ground in the midst of the silence in spring.
This black-skirted goddess who has always shown her tranquility and gentleness, at this moment, has taken on all kinds of divine brilliance that cannot be looked directly at. She rises from the high mountains to the sky, standing in the rivers of all kinds of divine kingdoms, and can be seen with cold eyes. world.
In that white hand that stretched out toward the world, there were countless black souls, urged by the mighty power of the Styx, to move towards the world and stand among the pillars of divine light.
The first one, the divine soul is particularly huge, almost occupying most of the areas of the divine light.
That is, Donghuang Taiyi.
The supreme god of ancient Chu.
The gods and ghosts represented by the four ultimate terms such as "Dong", "Huang", "Tai" and "Yi" are naturally the top of all things.
However, even such a being had only a trace of soul left, and was brought out of the Styx by Yao Ji.
No one knows what happened.
Then there are Sun Yu, Yue Yu, Shao Siming, Dong Jun, Yunzhong Jun, Xiang Jun, Mrs. Xiang and many other gods and ghosts.
They descended into the world one after another.
Falling on the Pillar of Divine Light.
However, one person is missing.
Da Si Ming.
As a ghost and god who holds the power of life and death, among the many gods and ghosts in ancient Chu, Da Siming is second only to Donghuang Taiyi. However, why does such a god and ghost not even have a soul left behind?
Does this represent a Taoist view of life and death, the principle of life and death?
Liu Chunfeng stood there in a daze.
Naturally, he didn't know that Yao Ji once gave the spirit of Da Siming to a little Taoist boy from Huai'an.
But soon, Liu Chunfeng's thoughts were drowned by countless loud voices.
"Return."
Standing in the center of thousands of rivers of the underworld, Yao Ji, shining with divine brilliance, softly uttered these two words.
In the Styx River, countless figures emerged, just like the voices of hundreds of millions of creatures singing in the ancient blindness.
Vast and grand.
Everything falls.
"Return!"
Thousands of pillars of divine light are like a divine kingdom of wind and snow, with thousands of streams flowing down and thousands of voices chanting in unison. The gods and ghosts standing on the pillars slowly open their arms amidst the flying robes. eyes.
Liu Chunfeng stared at this scene in a daze.
It’s not just ten miles of snow and plains.
The entire Huangliang world began to flow with countless bright divine lights, catalyzed by the power of the Styx.
Like a river of stars falling into the world.
It also hit hard on the heart of such a fake city, Yushan.
Despair arose.
An era of gods and ghosts that is about to return to the human world.
How can people in the world break free from it?
A mouthful of blood filled with Taoist charm spurted out from Liu Chunfeng's mouth. This man wearing a Chunfeng Taoist robe had a look of horror and misery on his face, his hands hanging down and his knees bent, hunched over the mountain.
At this moment, his mind finally became confused.
He finally understood the reason why Yao Ji didn't care about anything in the world.
Such a torrent is unstoppable by the world.
All the previous plans have become a dream.
How can a mantis block a car, or how can an earthworm shake a tree?
The building is about to collapse, and it is difficult for the world to help it. Once the building is falling, no one arm can hold it back.
Liu Chunfeng, Liu Chunfeng, there are four vast seas of Taoism, but they are no better than the world.
Those changes in the world were still continuing, but the scholar beside him turned his head and looked at the Taoist man next to him with a sad expression.
Liu Chunfeng raised his hand to wipe the blood that spurted out from his lips due to depression, and looked at the scholar sadly.
"Lord Ziyuan, are you pitying me?"
Ziyuan turned his head, looked at the gods, ghosts and celestial phenomena that were constantly rising in the human world, and said softly: "Of course not."
This scholar who came from more than two thousand years ago shook his head and chuckled to himself.
"Who am I to pity you? You still have goals that you can work hard for, but I have nothing left. Even if everything goes as the goddess said, I can do it again. But the story about Gu Chu has already ended Over the years. Only the gods and ghosts have returned, not the once prosperous witchcraft, ghosts and gods."
The two stood on the mountain in relative silence for a long time.
The sound of singing arose in the world.
yes.
——
The auspicious day and good weather will bring joy to the emperor.
The sword is long and the jade ear is hanging, and the jade ring is ringing.
——
That was the sound of the God of Ceremony originating from nowhere.
It comes from all directions of the wind and snow, Styx, and falls solemnly and low to the entire human world.
When Liu Chunfeng heard such a sound, he knew that the great wind had arrived on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the thousand and fourth year of the calendar.
Taiyi Spring Festival.
It is the first sacrifice of gods and ghosts in the world.
A long time ago, people ended their year's rest, and on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, they held a great ceremony to commemorate the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, marking the beginning of a year's work and good expectations.
It's just that such stories have long been completely forgotten by the world in the Gale Dynasty. Only Nanchu still sometimes retains such customs.
In those winds and snows, a fierce fire rose up and danced under the wind and snow pillars. Chu people naturally favored fire.
I don’t know when countless witch-dancing girls appeared in those ten miles of plains, wearing richly patterned weapons on their heads, wearing cinnamon pepper plants, holding sacrificial swords in their hands, beside the sacred fires, amidst the awe-inspiring sacrificial music, Start dancing.
Dance and sing.
All the gods and ghosts turned sideways and bowed slightly to face the solemn figure of the soul standing in the middle of the pillar of divine light.
Even Yao Ji, who still exists in the world and stands among the thousands of streams of the Hades River, also stands respectfully and sings softly.
——
The auspicious day and good weather will bring joy to the emperor.
The sword is long and the jade ear is hanging, and the jade ring is ringing.
Yao's banquet is filled with jade, and the general's handle is decorated with beautiful flowers.
Steamed rhubarb and orchids are served, and osmanthus wine is served with pepper pulp.
The robe is raised and the drum is played.
The slow and gentle music is accompanied by songs, and the Chen Yu se is vigorously advocated.
The whole hall is filled with beautiful women and beautiful clothes.
The five tones are numerous and complex, and you are happy and healthy.
——
All the musical instruments were high-spirited and violent, then stopped and suddenly started again.
The rhythm is longer and more intense.
But this time, heaven and earth sing together.
The River Styx in the world, up and down in all directions, began to sing its praises.
Auspicious days and good times......
And in those enthusiastic spring festival hymns.
A miserable Taoist had already been submerged.
...
Of course, the human world has also seen such a magnificent scene.
Up and down the fields, in all directions, you can see such a Taiyi Spring Festival everywhere.
Perhaps people in the world have never thought that being together would look like this.
The prime minister stood at the head of Nanyi City.
The demon tribe in the north is still on fire.
The South Side is truly out of control.
This great human demon from the Southern Yaofeng looked at the divine lights and shadows of gods and ghosts in the southern sky in complete silence.
A story that should have ended in Gu Chu has come to the world again.
No one knows whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.
The world only knows that this is something they cannot handle.
The prime minister did not look at it for a long time, turned around and walked down the city.
Xuanxuyuan is Huangliangxuanxuyuan.
And his minister is a great demon in the world.
There is also a lot of chaos in the world outside Nanyi City.
That was after the news about Shanyue City was leaked.
Countless demon clans rose up in a hurry.
Under the city wall, Jiang Ye and the Sword Sect disciples were waiting quietly.
They have no control over the story of the South.
Even with Huaian's story, they were a bit overwhelmed.
Therefore, they naturally had no time to care about the spring festival.
"Bailu City is about to fall into the hands of the demon clan."
Jiang Ye just said this in a deep voice.
...
Huaian Donghai Town.
The little Taoist boy who followed the fortune teller seemed to hear something and subconsciously looked back to the south.
But Bu Suanzi quickly took Wang Xiaohua's head back.
"what happened?"
Wang Xiaohua asked in confusion.
There seemed to be some restlessness in her heart, not knowing where it came from or why.
It was an extremely solemn feeling that lingered in my mind for a long time.
She felt as if something was about to burst out of her body.
Bu Suanzi protected her with his Tao charm and said calmly: "It's nothing, don't look back, don't look. It's like you don't look at the world."
Wang Xiaohua was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "So what is that?"
Bu Suanzi said softly: "The stories from the south, ancient, will eventually fall asleep. You must forget them and leave them behind."
Never mention it again.
Never mention the past again.
Pain or happiness.
Only the beauty of the human world is supreme.
Wang Xiaohua nodded confusedly.
.....
"When my sword comes back, maybe I'll change some of my mind."
There are two figures standing quietly in the moonlight on the high mountain.
The moon is full in the sky, and the branches are full of flowers.
Kamigawa looked at the spring blossoms in front of him that were reviving, and the branches were full of spring, and he said very calmly.
Behind him are the gods in the south.
But he didn't look at anything.
Kamigawa's sword is called Lingtai.
Like Cong Ren's sword, it is the sword of the Cliff Master who once sharpened the sword cliff.
When Nan Yi used square inches, Qing Yi held the spiritual platform.
"Don't you think it's too late already? You've already lost half of the world for some illusory things."
Cong Ren held his sword and stood aside, looking from a distance at the Taiyi Spring Festival that attracted the attention of the world.
The two stood with their backs to each other.
However, the shadows under the feet are staggered.
Maybe he was a disciple of Cong Zhongxiao.
Perhaps he is also a man of all powers.
Maybe it's something more unknown.
Kamigawa raised his hand and pinched the branch, bringing it to the tip of his nose to smell the spring breeze.
The world has probably never thought that such a majestic and melancholy human emperor, the current co-owner of the world, would do such delicate things.
"It doesn't matter. They will come back. God's will and man's will are unpredictable, but I will do my best."
Kamigawa let go of the flower branch and let it bounce back, swaying in the spring breeze and moonlight, and some petals fell.
The man in black and gold imperial robes turned back and glanced at the southern sky calmly.
"What I don't want to give, even if she is Yao Ji, don't think about getting it so easily."
Kamigawa looked at Cong Ren aside and said slowly.
"But I need to take care of some trouble first."
Cong Ren smiled slightly and said, "Like me."
Kamigawa said calmly: "Yes, like you."
But there's more to it.
Neither of them said anything.
Just standing quietly under the moonlight.
...
In the blue sky path.
Chen Huaifeng and Jiang Shanxue stood quietly outside the lakeside residence.
Naturally, there are not only the two of them here, but also many senior brothers and uncles from Qingtian Dao.
When the wind and snow from the south were illuminated by the divine light, everyone appeared outside this small bamboo house.
Bai Yuyao's voice sounded a little weak, coming from the small bamboo house.
"The matter regarding the demon clan in the human world requires you to go to the human world to make peace."
Some people may be very puzzled.
"The demon clan issue should have been settled."
"We miscalculated something." Bai Yuyao's voice was very calm. "I didn't see any real waves."
Things in the human world are naturally difficult to see clearly at a glance.
"The south of Huai'an has fallen into chaos between the two clans. The north will soon be the same. I need you to calm down the world as soon as possible. This matter will not be divided between the Wujian Sect and Taoist sects. Chen Huaifeng, you can find a way to contact you. A member of the Sword Sect.”
"Follow the wind and follow the words."
Chen Huaifeng bowed.
"Jiang Shanxue, please go to Shanhe Temple. Although this story originated from that Taoist temple, after all, not everyone in the temple was involved."
"According to what the observer said."
Xiaozhu calmed down, and after a long time, Bai Yuyao's voice sounded again.
"You have to be prepared."
"Once our Majesty comes back, he may use his troops against Huangliang."
Everyone stood there in silence.
Sticking to Huai'an is naturally the best choice.
But as a person from Qingtian Dao on the side of Sophora Capital, he knew it all in his heart.
If Kamigawa chooses this way.
He is no longer Kamigawa.
