The attendant was still staying in the Snow Palace.
The divine light falling from the sky to the human world naturally frightened him. He didn't know what changes would happen to the human world next, and he didn't know the story in the palace. With Lanli's death in front of the King of Chu's palace, it had actually already happened. Beginning to end.
In a place where he could not see, those heavily damaged witches and ghosts were slowly retreating towards the human world.
But he was just a close servant. On the palace road where the Wu River flowed, he could not see anything. He could only see countless dead people who were brought back to the world by spiritualism. He could only feel as if he were facing an abyss. Holding the sword with utmost caution, he tried to break through such a meager line of defense.
From time to time, witch blood would be thrown down from the sky, showering his head with the wind and snow. At this time, he could only retreat temporarily and hide under the eaves of the palace wall. Witch blood may not be a serious matter to practitioners. problem, but to the world, the power of the Styx and the power of witches and ghosts contained in it are naturally very lethal.
Sometimes some gentlemen from the courtyard would pass by. Most of them were curious as to why such a weak person would appear in such a war. However, they can still tell the difference between friends and enemies. Sometimes some scriptures will be left behind, or a sword will be given.
This is also the reason why the valet can still survive in such a chaotic situation.
But the strongest person that the attendant saw was Mr. Jian Yuan who wielded a sword.
The gentleman was a bit serious. Of course, in such a war, no one is smiling.
The reason why there are not many people from the Wugui Dao in this place where the servant is is because that gentleman came from afar, broke through the defense line here, and cut a bloody path to the end of the Wugui Dao line. deep.
The attendant remembered that he was stunned for a moment when he looked at such a brave gentleman who was not afraid of death, and then asked a question.
"Are you going to see His Majesty?"
"His Majesty?"
The gentleman turned back with his sword in hand and looked at himself with a bloody frown.
Only then did the attendant realize that he had made a mistake, so while avoiding the witchcraft falling from the sky, he said: "Your Majesty Hanchan!"
The gentleman's brows relaxed a little, and he looked at him and asked, "Where is he?"
The attendant pointed his sword in the direction where the shamans and ghosts were densely packed in the distance, near the Luo Xing Palace, and said loudly amidst all the noise.
"Your Majesty is over there, they took him in!"
The gentleman nodded, said nothing more, and just drew his sword and left.
During that period of time, there were almost no witchcraft or ghost skills on the side of the waiter, and all the witchcraft and ghost skills nearby fell on the gentleman who was walking away with the sword.
The attendant once thought that Mr. Jian Yuan had died under the dense cover of sorcery and ghost arts.
But soon, he saw a scene that horrified him.
A sword fiercely broke through the barrier created by the magic of witches and ghosts.
The gentleman is drawing his sword.
Then it was submerged again.
Only to be broken open again.
After repeating this for a moment, the attendant stared blankly at the gentleman who pulled himself out of the body like a sword.
It's the death sword technique.
The best sword in Huaian is the first line in the world.
Huangliang's best sword is the Death Sword Jue.
The gentleman who has escaped from life and death several times is already a young man.
Things further back were too far away for the attendant to see.
He didn't even bother to watch how that gentleman fought his way to the belly of the Witch-Ghost Daoist. The person in front of him who began to crawl out of the River Styx was enough to make him panic.
The servants are too insignificant in this war in the palace and cannot see the whole picture and do not know the situation of the battle.
He didn't know who would win and who would lose.
I just harbored anxiety and fear, and looked at the divine light in the sky from time to time, and the sword light that kept flying in the distance.
That kind of thing is naturally very enviable by the attendants.
Sometimes those sword lights seemed to have heard the voice of the close servant, and plowed away from him, allowing him to continue to survive surrounded by those who came to summon his soul.
After an unknown amount of time, the sword in the valet's hand, which had been worn for a long time but had almost never been used, began to have a curling edge.
People from Styx may not have hard bones.
But tough enough not to be afraid of death.
Every sword strike of the valet could only be struck down like a rude butcher. As for the so-called provocation, it was naturally useless in a war.
The best swordsmanship in war is to treat every sword as the last sword in life and swing it with all your strength.
The attendant raised his hand to wipe some blood stains on his face, but he seemed to see another figure walking towards him in the hazy place, which was quite short.
The attendant did not find it strange. After all, there were always some people who crawled out of the River Styx with only half of them left.
This extremely tired valet turned his waist sincerely and swung his sword out. This posture reminded the valet of the stone-throwing competition with his companions when he was a child.
Just thinking of this, his mind froze. Being distracted on the battlefield is extremely fatal.
And being distracted also means that both body and mind are exhausted to the extreme.
But it was obvious that this distraction did not cause the servant to be torn apart by the man.
The sword was picked back.
Only then did the waiter see clearly who the man was.
It was Mr. Xuanxuyuan who had previously entered the hinterland of Wugui Dao with one man and one sword.
"Where is your Majesty?"
The waiter didn't ask who he was, just like a farmer who doesn't care about the whereabouts of a visitor from afar.
Farmers care about their rice, whether there is too little or too much water in the fields, which rows of rice seedlings have tares sprouting up, and when it will be sunny or rainy.
The attendant cares about his Majesty.
So he swung his sword with all his strength, and it was pushed away and fell into the snow beside him. He didn't pick it up, but asked the gentleman eagerly.
Qi Jingyuan looked equally tired. He had drawn his sword several times to fight his way to death. In exchange for the power of his sword, which broke through the world of the underworld and interrupted Taiyi's sacrifice, he was naturally exhausted. Fortunately, even though Wugui Dao has the blessing of divine light, the battlefield situation is still tilting towards Xuansheyuan.
Xuanxuyuan's confidence is naturally full, not to mention the participation of Jianyuan Cultivator.
The gentleman from Xuanxuyuan was probably a little moved when he looked at the attendant in front of him.
Therefore, the voice is weak but also gentle.
"Your Majesty is fine. He asked me to take you out."
The attendant breathed a sigh of relief, then walked over and picked up his sword.
He looked up at the sword-light Taoism and the Witch-Ghost Flower that still existed above the palace.
"finished?"
"It's almost over." Qi Jingyuan also turned to look at the bright lights in the sky and said softly: "You win."
The attendant smiled.
"let's go."
The young man Qi Jingyuan struck out with his backhand sword and chopped a man who crawled out of the Wu River that was shrinking away into two pieces. He fell into the Wu River again like a pile of mud and disappeared. Then he turned around and led the way towards the Chu Palace.
The valet looked at the direction the gentleman was walking. As a former valet in Lanli, he naturally knew exactly where that direction was.
It is the meeting hall and the former palace of the King of Chu.
Even though he had made that choice when the wind and blood had not overshadowed the wind and snow, he still felt a little sad and melancholy now.
"So His Majesty is dead?"
Qi Jingyuan's figure paused slightly, and then said calmly: "Probably so."
The valet said nothing.
It's just that there seems to be an inaudible sigh falling to the earth in the wind and snow.
...
Han Chan stood in front of King Chu's palace, holding his sword and looking at the door quietly.
The sacred platform of the Divine River was inserted into the snow.
He didn't go for it.
As a Huai'an person, he naturally understood what it meant to pull out such a sword, and what it meant to pick up such a sword.
Not everyone dares to take the things from Kamigawa.
"This evocation is very exciting."
Liu Sanyue was panting and lying on his hands and knees on the long steps. Lanli's body was lying there, with a smile on his face that was still frozen by death and snow.
"Even I thought you would be the one to pull out this sword."
Han Chan said softly: "He may have planned to draw the sword like this from the beginning. We didn't expect it. It is normal and it is not important. What impact does the winning or losing of such a story have on the human world? "
So it's probably just Lan Li's conflict of spirits.
"Of course it has no impact on the human world, it's just senior brother." Liu Sanyue stepped onto the last level of the snow steps, where he stood on his waist and panted. "Can you say that this has no impact on you?"
Han Chan fell silent.
Of course there is.
Even if it is many years later, Han Chan will always remember this moment on the fifteenth day of the first month of the year one thousand and four years ago.
Someone passed him, got ahead of him, drew the sword, and generously gave him the throne.
Han Chan thought about this scene, then subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, but quickly let go and looked up at the sky.
The sword light in the sky was slowly fading.
Even if Xuanxuyuan has taken control of the situation, it is impossible to really kill all the people of Wugui Dao. That will have to pay an extremely heavy price.
What's more, no war in the world is purely for killing.
It must be because of some dispute.
So something is gained.
But the divine light is still there, and the spring festival that is located ten miles away from the fake capital in the wind and snow may still not be over.
It is long and complicated, prosperous and enthusiastic, vast and solemn.
"There is no way we can defeat the goddess."
Hanchan didn't know why, but he lowered his head and looked at Liu Sanyue and said this.
When he was in Huai'an, he once believed with great sincerity that the human world was already strong enough, so strong that even when faced with the goddess who returned thousands of years ago, she could still remain as unmoved as a mountain despite the wind and rain.
Liu Sanyue might have guessed what Han Chan had gone through, and said softly: "There are only goddesses in the world, and it is impossible for Taiyi's sacrifice to really bring Donghuang Taiyi back to the world."
Donghuang Taiyi is the supreme god in the ancient world, so naturally he is not on the same level as the goddess Yao Ji.
Even Huaian still has the shadow of such a ghost.
It’s just that the yellow beam is called Taiyi Spring Festival.
And Huaian is called the Lantern Festival.
Han Chan just shook his head and said softly: "Maybe."
The two sat down side by side in front of the Snow Wind Palace.
Together we looked up at the ever-changing divine images and everlasting divine light in the sky.
Bathed in divine light, even if you are a human being, you will not feel like you are in the human world.
"The power of witches and ghosts is black. I heard that the power of the Styx is extremely rich and is the color of snow, and the divine light is silver. The three come from the same origin, so what color should they be?"
Han Chan said softly.
Liu Sanyue tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "The Tao is impermanent and has no common sense. Maybe everything is just the color that the world wants to see."
Han Chan raised his eyebrows.
Liu Sanyue continued: "People of the Witch Ghost Path hide themselves under the deep witch robes all year round, as if they want to hide something in the darkness, so they become black as a matter of course. It means life and death, it is cold, so it is like snow, and the divine light, an era that once dominated this human world, is high and inviolable, so it is a bright and cold silver light. And Taoist Sect , a materialistic sect that represents exploration, truth, and passionate hope, is naturally the brilliant golden light.”
"Where's the sword light?"
Liu Sanyue smiled slightly.
"Stone Fire Gapjuer represents the ultimate and the dazzling white color that breaks through everything."
For example, Mojian Cliff.
Han Chan turned around and looked at Liu Sanyue quietly for a long time.
"Is this something from the Taoist scriptures, or is it just nonsense from you, Liu Sanyue."
Liu Sanyue chuckled softly and said: "The Tao has no permanent shape. What I think and see is the Tao that I have heard."
So it was probably Liu Sanyue who was talking nonsense.
Han Chan didn't care.
"So the world is the same. The divine light is above, the Styx is above, but the great road is also above. Being timid before fighting is not the attitude an emperor should have. It seems that Lanli's move to seize the sword was for his senior brother. Tao Xin has had quite an impact.”
When Han Chan heard Liu Sanyue's words, he didn't know why he came around again, sighed and said, "Junior brother, please call your Majesty first to listen."
Liu Sanyue shook his head and said softly: "It's the king."
Han Chan was silent for a while, then stood up with his sword in hand, stood in front of the Snow Wind Palace Gate, and said calmly: "Yes, it's the King."
What he wants to do is not to be the emperor of Huangliang, but to be the king of ancient Chu.
So it’s the King, not His Majesty.
In the wind and snow, a young gentleman came with a sword still dripping blood and a messy servant.
Liu Sanyue also saw it. He sat there and said softly: "This servant of the king is indeed very brave."
Maybe stories like that are forced out.
But he did not escape, but followed Han Chan to face the three thousand people of the witch and ghost path, which was naturally an amazing thing.
Han Chan said calmly: "Gu's close servant is naturally very brave."
Liu Sanyue raised his eyebrows.
It seems that Han Chan learns quickly.
The two of them didn't say anything else. Han Chan untied the cuffs that he had tied during the battle, and stood with his sword in the blood-stained snow-colored cloak under the divine light of the wind and snow.
Such a killer from Huai'an, after experiencing many things, indeed began to show a lot of imperial dignity.
Of course, this may not be because he is an upper-level practitioner in the human world.
Qi Jingyuan led the attendant through the wind and snow, through the snow steps, and stopped at the last step. Looking at Han Chan standing with his sword in front of the hall, he understood at this time what attitude he should have. With the sword at his side, he bowed his head on the snow steps.
"Qi Jingyuan of Xuanxu Courtyard, pays homage to the King."
The attendant on the side also knelt down respectfully.
Even though Han Chan had already made all preparations, she still had some complicated expressions when facing Qi Jingyuan who was kneeling down.
After a long time, Han Chan said softly: "Get back on your feet."
Qi Jingyuan and his attendants stood up one after another and stood on the side of the snow steps.
Lanli's body was lying in the wind and snow nearby, already covered with a thin layer of moonlight frost.
The attendant looked over there in silence.
Hanchan naturally knew what he was thinking, and said calmly: "Take his body down, place it properly, and then come see Gu."
The attendant bowed gratefully.
Maybe he really lacks loyalty to Lanli.
But after all, as a close servant of Lanli, facing such a scene, it was still a bit unbearable to see.
So after bowing, he walked over, picked up Lanli's body, and walked downstairs with great difficulty.
Han Chan didn't say anything more, looked at Qi Jingyuan aside, and then sighed a little.
"Does sir know?"
Qi Jingyuan looked at Han Chan, who squinted and watched the daylight pouring down, and said slowly: "When Mr. Cai said just now about meeting the king, at that moment, I was truly overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of loneliness."
Just before Han Chan came to the Palace of King Chu, the two of them were still mentors and friends, smiling at each other in the unbroken world of Styx.
However, when everything came to the palace of King Chu, all distances seemed to be separated.
Just like what Lan Li said to Han Chan before his death.
The so-called emperor is a solitary person.
Don't talk to the world.
Qi Jingyuan bowed his hands and said, "The king must learn to face this kind of loneliness."
Han Chan didn't speak, just looked at Qi Jingyuan for a long time, and said softly: "Sir, are you willing to be my beloved?"
Qi Jingyuan did not refuse. The young swordsman just lowered his head slightly and said slowly: "Does the king want Xuanxuyuan to become Huangliang's second palace of the King of Chu?"
Han Chan sighed and said, "That's all."
The emperor can naturally share power with gods and ghosts, but he will never share power with the world.
Although Qi Jingyuan did not refuse, his meaning was very obvious.
Students of Xuanshu Academy can enter the court, but their husbands cannot.
Such an academy, which is spread all over the world and has a cultural world, knows very well what things can be touched and what cannot be touched.
Once a gentleman from the court enters the court, the officials in the court often come from academies such as Xuexuyuan. If things go on like this, Xuexuyuan will inevitably become the second court.
This is also the reason why for thousands of years, Xuanxuyuan has spread all over the world, but no gentleman has ever set foot in the court.
The three people in front of the hall fell silent.
Qi Jingyuan is seen with the courtesy of the world, and Han Chan stands with the courtesy of a king.
Only Liu Sanyue, a Taoist from the north who might not be around long, sat in front of the temple with his knees in his arms, looking up at the sky.
