The snowstorm that lasted throughout the holiday period and the New Year stopped at a certain moment.
At a certain moment when Liu Chunfeng was sitting dejectedly on the mountain, he suddenly felt the spring breeze blowing on his face.
So he raised his head and looked towards the world.
The human world has changed without knowing when.
Snow and clouds are opening.
All clear.
The sky should have been gloomy, but now it looked like a large calm lake, with countless Styx rivers seeming to be reflected from the human world to the sky.
It was as if there had never been that snow.
On the side of the blazing fire of the pillar of divine light, the sacrificial dances have reached the most enthusiastic part. The witch and dance girls dance happily in the enthusiasm, singing and welcoming the supreme god and ghost who represents the beginning of everything.
Yao Ji, who was so radiant that it was almost impossible to look directly at her, stood solemnly and coldly in the center of all the scenes.
With a flick of the sleeves, the River Styx dances, clouds and rain fall, and light and dust pour down.
Abandoned and independent.
Perhaps it is the portrayal of the last ghost in this world.
The cold and inviolable Wushan goddess was wearing a pair of floral socks and a pair of clean cloth shoes.
This may be against the law.
Maybe rapport.
The barefoot goddess stands gracefully on the mountains and rivers of the world, using the divine light as her dancing sleeves and the spring breeze as her veil, which may fascinate the world even more.
It is a sinful and indulgent sense of blasphemy that comes from peeping at bare feet in the divine light that cannot be seen directly.
However, the goddess wearing floral socks may make the world feel closer to her.
But what kind of perception is the beginning of the blind date between man and God?
Liu Chunfeng didn't understand.
Whether you understand it or not, everything is a foregone conclusion.
The Taiyi Spring Festival is almost over.
The storm in the world is also over.
The goddess brings the wind and snow with her inviolable and blasphemous majesty, which is a warning between humans and gods.
In addition, spring festivals are used to spread the gentle spring breeze and light to the world, which is the softening of the love between gods and humans.
Liu Chunfeng turned to look at Fake Capital and the human world.
Everything is constantly melting. Spring is a term that when you hear it, you will feel that the sound of ticking snow will never stop.
That's what he saw.
Wherever those divine radiances touched, everything was melting, and the thick ice and snow that had been deposited throughout the winter was melting extremely quickly, as if a blazing sun was just around the corner.
At the same time, the shock and admiration, like the green spring grass with a smile, covered the faces of all the people standing on the street.
Moisturizes things silently.
Liu Chunfeng stood on the top of the mountain with his hands withdrawn, looking out at the world, like an old man at a loss when faced with all the sudden changes.
Although he is only a thirty-year-old Taoist, he can still be described as a young man.
The end of those sacrifices is still going on.
But Yao Ji has left the main position, letting the Styx and the divine light be entwined, like a barrier of the Kingdom of God, hanging high on the top of the Spring Breeze River.
The divine brilliance gradually faded away, but it no longer showed anything like before. Instead, it turned into countless spring dew-like things, suspended around the body.
Liu Chunfeng looked at the goddess slowly approaching him, and always felt like he was looking at an ancient green mountain forest. There were flowers everywhere in the forest, and the spring breeze blew a round drop of crystal dew in the flower stamens, which was trembling slightly.
So this fake capital Yushan lowered his head, looked at the pair of floral socks that stopped in front of him, and shed a tear like that.
"My subordinate Liu Chunfeng has met the goddess."
It's a commoner.
As of today.
The world is full of people.
There is a spring breeze blowing through the mountains where the ice and snow are melting.
Just like the voice of the goddess Yao Ji.
"It's time to go back to the capital to meet our king."
The figure of the goddess, carrying the fragrance of spring, passed by Liu Chunfeng.
The scholar named Ziyuan did not follow him, but held the unfinished book behind his back and looked at the world like this with nostalgia.
In fact, it is different from back then.
Ziyuan thought so.
It was a lively time, and the world was as prosperous as a mountain of spring flowers.
Liu Chunfeng also turned around and glanced at the spring festival place.
There was some blood emerging from the corners of his lips.
Liu Chunfeng seemed to be seriously ill in this spring breeze.
I couldn't be prouder anymore.
But with a pale and haggard face, he followed the footsteps of the goddess.
...
When the spring breeze covered the entire world in the aftermath of the battle, Han Chan no longer faced the long wind and snow steps.
He pulled out his sword from the rapidly melting snow, turned around, and looked at the ancient Chu King's Palace.
Liu Sanyue had already stood up and stood on the other side.
The brick walls, covered with wind and snow over the years, were dripping wet.
The first touch of fresh green moss crawled out of the snow under the divine light, and then like all life that was quickly catalyzed, the green color quickly turned into a thicker vine, twisting and snaking. , climbing on every ancient palace wall that has been covered in dust for thousands of years.
There are bright red, snow-white, bright yellow and deep purple flowers blooming on the green vines and dark tile eaves.
The divine light falls from the sky.
Such an ancient palace is regaining its vitality and majesty.
In the vast sound formed by all the subtleties, all the silence has faded away, and it stands proudly in the southern Kyoto.
The cold cicada stands in front of the temple, as if it is standing on the top of this world.
Han Chan crossed over the sword of the spiritual platform and stopped in front of King Chu's palace. He raised his hand and pressed it on the deep, heavy and ancient door with the totems of fire and gods and ghosts.
Just like standing in front of the meeting hall.
But he didn't open the door then.
And this moment.
Han Chan closed her eyes, and the veins on her hands were exposed.
In a vast but dull voice, such a door was pushed open little by little.
The spring breeze blew in through the cracks in those doors with the breath of a thousand and four years of strong winds, and came back with an ancient breath.
The sound of the door being pushed was heavy.
However, it seemed as if the whole world heard it.
The last sword light took away the head of the last Nanchu Wu who had not had time to leave, and threw it high into the sky, sprinkling bright red blood.
The last trace of snow melted and dripped like rain under the eaves. Someone pushed open the ordinary squeaky door to the world, stuck his head out, carefully watched the movement on the street, and then stood there in a daze, watching the spring light blowing towards his face.
The last handful of soil was sprinkled on the newly dug grave in the corner of the palace, burying Huang Liang's two thousand years of inheritance.
And the last gust of ancient dust wind blew towards Han Chan, opening his eyes, revealing everything in the palace, the ancient mysterious years and jade bodies that had been covered in dust for thousands of years, in front of him.
Han Chan stood there in silence.
There were footsteps behind me and I turned around.
It is the goddess Yao Ji who has returned to Kyoto, wearing floral socks and carrying the divine spring breeze.
"Why does your Majesty hesitate to move forward?"
.......
On the long street where the ice and snow had melted in the false capital, two old men were standing there, looking at the palace hall that looked like layers of spring mountains.
The world has never had such an idea in the past.
Because there is silence and no sound.
But today is naturally different from the past.
Lord Fengchang looked there quietly and said softly: "I heard that the current king is very similar to the late emperor."
Lord Jing Zhaoyin said with a smile: "Lord Fengchang has also been to the palace. Don't you know whether there is a portrait of the late emperor in the palace?"
Naturally, there is no portrait of the late emperor in the palace.
The empress named Lan destroyed all traces of what happened back then.
Although she was real back then, she was known to the world as a person who was very similar to the late emperor.
But some things, since they are going to become unsolved cases, need to be more thorough.
Lord Fengchang turned to look at Jing Zhaoyin and said, "So that was probably a joke played by Lord Jing Zhaoyin and Xuansheyuan."
Jing Zhaoyin shook his head and said, "That's not a joke."
Master Fengchang pondered for a while while holding the heater, and said: "Yes, it really shouldn't be a joke. Whether it is true or false, we need to give the world a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, everyone will have this intention every day, and ethics will naturally be messed up. Tsunasa."
Jing Zhaoyin turned around and walked towards Minghefang, and said softly: "I don't think as much as Master Fengchang, I just don't want Xuansheyuan to believe these things myself."
Lord Fengchang was silent for a while, looked at the palaces whose blood had not faded, and said softly: "It seems they really believe it."
Jing Zhaoyin didn't say anything, but walked slowly away in the long street where the spring breeze was getting stronger and the morning light was about to come.
Master Fengchang looked back at his figure for a long time.
"Where are you going, Lord Jing Zhaoyin?"
Jing Zhaoyin just walked and looked at the long street of Kyoto.
"Going back to my hometown."
Naturally, there was no Jing Zhaoyin in Gu Chu.
As the elder who supported Han Chan's entry into the capital, he might have other official positions, but he probably didn't want to get involved in these things.
Jing Zhaoyin never thought about getting involved from the beginning.
It was Xuanxuyuan who sent a cart of new year's goods before the New Year and got him involved.
Now that this story is over, Lord Jing Zhaoyin naturally wants to take a good rest.
As for who will take over Jing Zhaoyin's responsibilities, that is a matter for the new king in the world.
...
Only then did we know that Qiu had not entered the palace.
As a secular Mr. Fengwuyuan, with the help of a cultivator in the courtyard, he climbed up to the tall building in the world and looked at the messy palace roads in the palace washed away by the spring breeze turning into snow.
A young swordsman named Qi Jinyuan instead of Qi Jingyuan walked out of the palace covered in blood. He looked up and saw where Fang Zhiqiu was, so he also climbed up to the roof of the tall building.
"So, does Xuanxuyuan win or lose?"
Qi Jinyuan looked at Fang Zhiqiu and said.
Fang Zhiqiu slowly shook his head and said: "Huang Liang's story is not over yet. What's the winner or lose in Xuanxuyuan?"
Naturally, they fought for the throne and sent the Han cicada, which represented the Xuansheyuan, to the place where the goddess ascended and descended to the human world.
It's just that what Xuanxuyuan wants is naturally more than this.
They may have succeeded in gaining the right to speak about the world in the Fuchu world.
But it's still far from enough.
And with the beginning of this miraculous spring festival, everything Xuansheyuan did seemed to become unclear.
Everything seems to be where it started.
However, Fang Zhiqiu understood that it was just because the end point was too far away.
"Under the radiance of divine light, people in the world will slowly accumulate power that belongs to the world." Fang Zhiqiu said softly. "In the past, they were chaotic, confused, and at a loss. But some of the things that Xuanxuyuan has won can give them a direction and a hope."
Fang Zhiqiu raised his head, looked at the sky, and the night on earth was completely lost in the strange phenomena and divine brilliance of the Styx, and said slowly.
"Of course there is despair. I believe it's not just me, but also you, and Liu Chunfeng, who is surrounded by blood and fire, and suddenly looks up and sees those people with the power of gods and ghosts."
Fang Zhiqiu lowered his head and smiled slightly.
"But as despair becomes more and more terrifying, the hope that bursts out from it will become more and more tenacious."
"The strong wind knows the strong grass. I hope that people in the world are like the strong grass in the wind, persevering and moving forward bravely."
"In this case, even if it's snowing in autumn, there's no need to pray to anyone."
Qi Jinyuan sat quietly aside, looking at Fang Zhiqiu who still held hope in the face of such an ending, and said softly: "I thought you would always be sitting in Yaofeng Town, drinking cold wine."
Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "It is precisely because of drinking cold wine that I know what kind of heat the world needs."
"Are you?"
Qi Jinyuan looked at him and asked.
Fang Zhiqiu smiled and jumped downstairs one by one.
"Of course...not."
Only then did we know that Qiu had landed on the long street of the human world.
"I'm just a gentleman from the Xuansheyuan Fengwuyuan. When I came to Kyoto this time, I probably had some thoughts on seeing the beauty of the world."
Of course, Fang Zhiqiu is not just seeing the beauty of the world.
Han Chan entered the capital and became emperor because of his hand.
Fang Zhiqiu stood on the long street with his hands on his hips and panting. He was a scholar after all, so it was very laborious to climb up and down.
"correct."
Fang Zhiqiu raised his head and looked at Qi Jinyuan on the tall building.
"Why do you, Jian Yuan, want to get involved in these things?"
Although Jian Yuan does not appear many times in this story, he is still a force that cannot be ignored.
Qi Jinyuan raised his head, looked east in the direction of Cong Ran, and said calmly: "The gods and ghosts in the world are nothing but false gods."
There are many reasons why humans do not accept gods and ghosts.
But only the people of Jianyuan spoke in terms of false gods.
But Fang Zhiqiu didn't say anything.
Jianyuan is an extremely weird place.
All sword intentions in the world will be suppressed wherever they reach.
This is also the origin of the name Jian Yuan, which is also called Buried Sword Abyss.
Before Qing Yi left this world, he visited it in person.
But no one knows what's inside.
...
Naturally, there are only nouns like "ancient" in the palace of King Chu, such as the rows of dusty chimes displayed on the left side of the palace.
It was a ritual and musical instrument used by Chu kings to entertain ministers in the ancient Chu period.
There are also many ancient utensils.
Everything is covered in dust.
However, this is not the reason why Han Chan stopped.
The bloody emperor just looked at Yao Ji quietly and said slowly: "Because I don't understand something."
Yao Ji stood in front of the palace and said in a gentle voice: "Why doesn't the king understand?"
Han Chan looked at Chunfeng Renjian and said in a deep voice: "How do you explain the matter of gods and kings?"
Yao Ji said calmly: "The power of the king is granted by the gods, divide and rule, everyone just does his own thing."
Just as Fang Zhiqiu and the others thought.
This goddess who has returned to the world will not care who becomes the King of Chu.
The Wuguishen Sect has long since collapsed in the course of time.
Whether the King of Chu is Han Cicada or Lan Li is irrelevant.
Han Chan stood in front of the palace holding a sword and said in a deep voice: "Divide and conquer?"
Yao Ji may have realized something, but she still didn't care. She just said calmly: "Divide and conquer."
Han Chan stands with his sword in hand, his snow-colored robes fluttering in the spring breeze.
"Then, Lady Goddess, you have crossed the line."
As soon as these words came out, both Liu Sanyue and Qi Jingyuan, who was standing on the long black moist steps, subconsciously changed their expressions.
Han Chan put the sword into its sheath, turned around and walked towards the main hall.
"This is the capital of the human world, and the capital of the gods is in the east. When a goddess descends to the human world, it is naturally a grand event in the human world. She should be welcomed with songs and dances. However, the goddess comes uninvited and the human world is slow to welcome it. This is to trap the human world in a rude state. .”
Han Chan stopped in the palace, turned around again, looked at Yao Ji solemnly and said, "I can't explain this matter to the world."
There was silence inside and outside the King of Chu's palace.
However, Yao Ji was not sullen, she just smiled softly, looked at Han Chan and said, "What do you think, Lord Lingxiu?"
Han Chan said calmly: "Tomorrow, the lonely edict will be sent to the world, and the goddess will come to show mercy. People in the world who are worried about life, death, widowhood, and separation can go to Kyoto and pray for the blessing of the goddess coming down. In this way, the world will have no complaints. Don’t be afraid, the goddess can also be loved by the people of the world, how about that?”
Yao Ji stopped her smile and looked at Han Chan quietly.
Liu Sanyue raised an eyebrow at the side, but he also understood what Han Chan meant.
It is impossible to desire the human world just because a vision comes from heaven.
Since the goddess wants the human world, she must show her sincerity.
As mentioned before, humans and gods are divided, then this is the human world of Han Chan.
Han Chan should be in charge of how the world is doing, not Yao Ji.
Yao Ji said calmly: "Although Master Lingxiu has an amazing understanding, he has ignored one thing. The gods and ghosts protect and show mercy are two different things. The former is his duty, and the latter is a reckless act. And the gods and ghosts show mercy, need Supreme sincerity. Chu people like witches and ghosts, and they also like obscene sacrifices. Showing pity to the sufferings of life and death is not a part of authority. However, there is no gift that comes out of thin air in the world. To exchange a small life and death for a big life and death is the meaning of showing mercy. People of the world Obtaining without sacrifice is the beginning of great chaos.”
Yao Ji turned to look at the human world and said slowly: "If Master Lingxiu really wants the mercy of gods and ghosts, please show the sincerity of the human world."
Han Chan chuckled softly and said, "I see, I'm being rude, so why don't we do something else."
Yao Ji said calmly: "Master Lingxiu, please speak."
Han Chan looked at Liu Sanyue outside the hall and said slowly: "I am alone and will inevitably miss my homeland. How about leaving an old friend with me?"
The drunkard's intention may not be the wine.
Care about Liu Sanyue.
Hanchan probably never thought that at the end of this story, he would be so unscrupulous.
It’s like Donghuang Taiyi has drawn his sword, what else is there to be afraid of?
Liu Sanyue stood there in a daze.
"If you don't believe it, the power of gods and ghosts cannot leave a single person alive."
Yao Ji looked at Liu Sanyue beside her calmly.
"good."
