Yao Ji, who uprooted the capital city from ten miles of wind and snow plains, left here a quarter of an hour after stepping into the palace of King Chu.
This may be an ending that the world has never imagined.
Neither Liu Chunfeng nor Qi Jingyuan and Liu Sanyue could understand why Han Chan had such a tough attitude towards the goddess who was above all others.
Han Chan stood in the hall for a long time, quietly watching a woman in black divine robes holding an umbrella leave.
After a long time, Liu Sanyue frowned and walked towards the palace.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
Even Liu Sanyue could not understand such behavior.
He thought he was brave enough.
I didn't expect someone to be braver than me.
Whose fucking general is this?
It turned out to be from Liuyun Sword Sect.
Before Liu Sanyue could finish her words, the sword in Han Chan's hand had already fallen, hitting the dark floor tiles from thousands of years ago beneath him. The cold spring wind and cold light shone into the hall, and only then did Liu Sanyue see Han Chan. There was a lot of blood on the sword that was extremely sticky mixed with sweat.
Han Chan lowered his head and said softly: "Those are Gu Chu gods and ghosts, how can you not be afraid?"
The emperor, who had been calmly speaking to the goddess just now, was now trembling even in his knuckles.
Bending down to pick up the sword, Han Chan turned around and headed towards the throne deep in the hall.
Only then did Liu Sanyue see a large stain of sweat behind Han Chan.
Like a dark butterfly, it was imprinted on the sword cultivator's refined back.
There was a bit of speechless silence for a while.
Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan also walked in.
For some reason, Liu Chunfeng, who had been a little distracted after witnessing everything in the snowy mountains, now looked much better.
Standing in the hall, he bowed his head to Han Chan sincerely.
"Liu Chunfeng of Xuanxuyuan, pays homage to the king."
Hanchan was probably a little exhausted, and didn't want to fix his weakness, so he waved his hand with his back to the main hall.
"No need to be polite, sir."
Liu Chunfeng stood up and looked at Han Chan heading towards the depths of the hall with some emotion.
Qi Jingyuan stood quietly aside, and Liu Sanyue also looked calm.
The two of them were probably the ones who had personally experienced all the changes Hanchan had undergone since yesterday morning.
This is, without a doubt, stunning.
Han Chan was not as timid as he imagined.
On the contrary, as a member of the Liuyun Sword Sect who cultivates the Great Dao, his adaptability to things far exceeds the imagination of the world.
It wasn't until Han Chan actually walked onto the high platform and stopped in front of the throne with luxurious and ancient decorations that Liu Sanyue said softly: "If senior brother is afraid, then why are you doing this?"
Han Chan turned his back to everyone and spoke calmly.
"Since Xuanxuyuan has pushed Gu to this position, it will not be in vain. What's more, it is obviously very stupid for the goddess to convince the world that she really kills me for such a reason. She is not a swordsman. When cultivating, you must always speak some truth."
Qi Jingyuan and Liu Chunfeng in the hall were silent.
Naturally they thought about such a thing.
I just didn't expect Han Chan to be so strong and decisive.
That kind of conversation may have finally resulted in the apparent outcome of Liu Sanyue's survival in the human world.
However, no matter who it is, they can see Han Chan's intention to clearly distinguish between the rule of the human world and the rule of gods and ghosts in his words.
The human world will always be the human world.
This was Han Chan's thoughts when he was besieged by the Wugui Dao.
He did the same.
This is probably the reason why Xuanxuyuan is willing to push him to the throne.
A sword cultivator from Huaian.
How can I surrender to the goddess?
But the goddess didn't say anything, and everything went as Han Chan wanted.
She agreed to Han Chan's request, paid the price for her rudeness, and then calmly returned to the divine capital outside Kyoto.
This may be an extremely absurd thing.
What Han Chan said is also unreasonable.
However, no matter who it was, they all accepted such a thing.
Han Chan still turned his back to everyone and looked at the throne quietly.
"As a human emperor, you must shoulder some responsibilities. The world has no way or reason to tell the goddess anything. Such things can only be done by me. I don't want the world's evaluation of me to be the same as Lan Li in the future."
It is extremely fanciful to say that the human world is untouchable in front of the goddess.
However, Han Chan did it anyway.
So until now, the sweat-stained butterfly behind Han Chan is still as deep as ever. It keeps spreading its wings with the breathing of the emperor who just started doing it.
Liu Chunfeng stood in the hall and bowed respectfully.
Nothing was said.
Han Chan seemed to have seen it and said softly: "Don't forget to pay back the 20,000 guan you owe Gu."
Qi Jingyuan and Liu Chunfeng both had smiles on their faces, and they bowed again and said, "I dare not forget."
Han Chan nodded, and then said slowly: "Since Xuanshuyuan refuses to enter the court, then we will find some ministers for Gu. The palace is too empty and it will be too lonely."
Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan accepted the promise and left.
Until the two left.
Han Chan turned around, his brows filled with fatigue.
"Actually, there is another reason why I didn't tell them."
Liu Sanyue raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the reason?"
Han Chan sat on the throne and stared blankly at the divine light and spring light outside the palace.
"It's always uncomfortable to be alone."
So there are many meanings of being a drunkard, and Liu Sanyue is indeed true.
Han Chan looked at Liu Sanyue, who was silent in the palace.
"Be a lonely Sima."
This was done with earnest pleading.
Liu Sanyue turned to look north and said softly: "I am your Majesty's Minister of War."
Just such a sentence means that even if Liu Sanyue really stays in Huangliang, he will not serve as the Sima of Gu Chu with the power of military armor.
Han Chan looked at Liu Sanyue quietly. This Taoist junior brother might also be reminding him of something.
After a long time, he slowly said: "Then let's be March Yin."
Liu Sanyue was stunned, looked at Hanchan and said, "What is Sanyue Yin?"
Han Chan thought for a long time and then said softly: "Let's take a look at the meaning of the spring breeze in March."
This is probably possible.
"I have received my order."
The attendant who went to bury Lan Li in the palace also hurried back to the palace of King Chu.
Kneel down in front of the hall respectfully.
Han Chan put away those expressions and sat deep in the hall, looking at the attendant kneeling in the spring breeze from a distance.
"May I have your name?"
"Old wine."
Not only Han Chan, but also Liu Sanyue looked at the attendant in surprise when they heard this name.
Perhaps he had tidied up on the way back, but the valet didn't look as messy as before.
Han Chan whispered: "What a good name. Can you make wine?"
The attendant paused and said sincerely, "No."
Han Chan said calmly: "If you don't know how to learn, just stay in the palace and make wine."
This decision is very strange.
The attendant wanted to raise his head to see if the majesty and king in front of him was joking, but he quickly lowered his head again.
"As commanded."
After the attendant named Chen Jiu left, Liu Sanyue looked at Han Chan again.
"The king's decisions are always a bit unpredictable."
Han Chan picked up his sword and stood up, and said calmly: "It's not that it's unpredictable, but you think it's strange."
Liu Sanyue said softly: "Yes."
Han Chan left the throne and walked towards the palace door.
The sweat stains on the clothes have gradually faded away.
The Huangliangxin emperor stood at the entrance of the hall, looking at the sword that was still in front of the hall for a long time, and then said softly: "Because I am returning fate's joke."
Liu Sanyue looked deeply at Han Chan and said slowly: "Is this a joke, or are you serious?"
Hanchan didn't answer, but walked out of the hall calmly.
There were two young men looking cautiously at the foot of the steps outside the palace.
One is called Zhao Gaoxing and the other is called Jingjing.
Han Chan stopped there, watching quietly, with a faint smile on his face that still had some blood in his brows.
Youth is naturally a beautiful word.
At the end of this story, Hanchan looked back at Liu Sanyue in the palace with a smile.
"It is probably the cruelest thing in the world to leave a young man and never come back."
...
The blood stains on the ground were indeed much lighter after the snow melted.
However, some of the heads that had been smashed by the Taoist still fell into the flower beds that had not yet been reborn.
The palace was in a mess, and no one was cleaning it for a while.
It'll just be there soon.
Qi Jingyuan and Liu Chunfeng, who were walking silently on the palace road, did not worry about such things.
After a long time, Liu Chunfeng said softly: "I thought it would be difficult for him to adapt to this change of status for a while."
When they stood in the palace of King Chu, both Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan felt extremely strange in their hearts.
It's like you were the kid next door yesterday and today you call him father-in-law.
A killer from the north suddenly became the emperor of Huangliang.
It is undoubtedly something more absurd and unbelievable than this kind of thing.
Qi Jingyuan was probably thinking about this issue, and after a long time he slowly said: "Anyone can be a killer, and the killer can naturally be anyone. What's more, a sword cultivator born in Huai'an, even if he is really the late emperor and empress People may not have much respect for this land. Being disrespectful and disrespectful is brave, and it has its own momentum in some hasty and messy stories."
Liu Chunfeng looked down at the road under his feet and said softly: "Yes."
Qi Jingyuan turned his head and looked at Liu Chunfeng, who seemed to be missing a lot of things.
"The dean seems a little depressed."
Liu Chunfeng was silent for a while, raised his head, and looked at the light that was gradually fading.
"Because in that story outside Kyoto, my mind was shaken."
In those winds and snows.
Liu Chunfeng vomited blood twice.
Not oppression from divine power.
It's just due to my own mental depression.
It was naturally difficult for Qi Jingyuan to understand Liu Chunfeng's mood when he faced such a scene.
It was despair, futility, the aggregation of all such negative emotions.
So Qi Jingyuan didn't say anything, he just walked towards the long street of the world with Liu Chunfeng in silence.
Until he walked out of the palace gate and faced the long-lost spring in the world, Liu Chunfeng stopped and looked at the long streets that were gradually returning to life.
Some people on the street looked curiously at the palace and the two people standing at the palace gate.
The eaves are still dripping, like belated spring rain, ticking, forming a curtain that isolates the world.
And in the corner of the wall after the snow disappeared in the distance, some greenery was growing.
Liu Chunfeng looked at it for a long time, then put aside those feelings of disappointment and panic, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, there are not many people in the world who have faced such a story head-on."
Qi Jingyuan also laughed.
After using himself as a sword and drawing it several times, Qi Jingyuan looked like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old.
So that kind of smile also has some spring breeze and greenness.
Of course, Qi Jingyuan's smile was not because he felt how lucky he was in this world.
But Liu Chunfeng didn't really sink.
A man should remain a young man until he dies.
If only the spring breeze young man in the holiday capital really no longer had the spring breeze's proud smile.
It is a pity for the human world.
Liu Chunfeng passed through those palace eaves that were like dripping rain.
"Let's go, let us, the king, who is not used to such a life, prepare as much as possible for the court affairs."
Although the fake capital has not had real power for thousands of years.
But yamen like Jiu Si still continued.
So a lot of the stories may not be very complex.
...
"Don't you think it's a little too cold?"
Ziyuan still stood on that high mountain, looking for a long time at the ten-mile flat river towards which the divine light was tilting.
Yao Ji walked over quietly and stood aside in the spring breeze holding an umbrella.
"Because this is not what it used to be." Yao Ji's voice was very gentle, without the slightest anger due to being offended by Han Chan in front of King Chu's palace.
However, Ziyuan probably heard something. He looked down quietly for a long time, then turned to look at Yao Ji aside, and said with a smile: "It seems that our new King of Chu asked you, the goddess, to eat one." Closed door.”
Yao Ji said calmly: "Yes."
This woman with the divine light under the umbrella seemed to be able to accept such a result.
"When gods and men meet, it is natural that they cannot be as close as one person. Instead, they seem to be close and distant, and yet they are completely integrated." Yao Ji looked at the sky that was gradually returning to normal with an unperturbed expression.
"The world belongs to him."
Listening to these words, Ziyuan just laughed softly and shook his head.
"But the goddess has to admit it."
The scholar looked towards the world and spoke slowly.
"Although people in the world still remember your name and the story from which they came, in today's world, they are unfamiliar with the goddess."
In the spring breeze mountains of the human world, there are some people of the shaman and ghost path who have escaped from the palace and are coming here.
They hurried through those spring breezes.
Perhaps there is still hope that the goddess can change some situations.
There are just some things that Yao Ji will naturally not do.
Maybe she could indeed kill such an unreasonable and rude Han Chan.
But it is still unknown what kind of demands the next person sent to that location will have.
Although as Yao Ji said, the power of kings is granted by God.
But who is the king of the human world is a matter decided by the human world. The so-called divine right only gives him the rationality within the structure of the Wugui God Sect in the name of gods and ghosts.
Instead of the goddess choosing the king of the world.
What the world holds dear is the obsessive attitude that the world will always be the world of humans.
In fact, Yao Ji naturally knows it very well.
Very understandable too.
Taiyi would never ask who became the new goddess.
The goddess will not ask who became the emperor of the world.
Gods and ghosts exist in the world, probably just like those things mentioned by Yao Ji and Qiu Shui.
They want to give the world boundaries and freedom.
This may sound like a very contradictory phrase.
But there is no freedom without boundaries.
Even in the human world, among the people, they also understand that those who fear the law are the most free. This is a saying.
Yao Ji naturally understands what Zi Yuan said.
Humans and gods have been separated for a long time, so naturally they will not be the same as before.
This might not be the reason why Ziyuan felt that the divine light in this plain was too cold.
But a color like Leng is not something Yao Ji can decide.
Gods and ghosts are green mountains, while the world is like flowers.
The green hills have been formed but the mountain flowers have not yet bloomed, so naturally this is what it looks like today.
Even if it is the divine capital and kingdom, it must have the aura of the world in order to have enough appeal.
So after Zi Yuan said those words, Yao Ji just looked quietly at those people who came through the world of witches and ghosts.
"It doesn't matter, let the spring breeze blow for a while, the flowers will bloom, and the enthusiasm of the year will come."
Ziyuan looked at the goddess beside him for a long time, and then turned his head back. For some reason, his voice was trembling.
"When the flowers bloom, are they still the same flowers as before? What if the flowers don't bloom and the enthusiasm doesn't come?"
Yao Ji stood under the umbrella for a long time with the divine rain and dew, and said in an extremely gentle voice: "If you were a person of that time, you would naturally be able to see the flowers of that year. The so-called old people's hearts will last forever. This is not true. And the flowers It will definitely happen, Ziyuan, you are the only person in the world who has experienced that time."
Yao Ji turned her head, and there was a lot of light in her eyes. In Zi Yuan's eyes, that kind of thing might be like some mist.
"Gods and ghosts have never coveted or sought anything in the world. On top of the piety of the world, we are more pious than the world. How can the flowers not bloom?"
Ziyuan just stood there in silence. After a long time, he said softly: "Perhaps what the world can't accept the most is that the goddess is more pious than them."
He devoutly loves his people and devoutly tells the world what direction to go.
He is also pious and solidifies the entire world.
Ziyuan said, smiling fondly.
"Probably just like many years ago, my parents once told me, Ziyuan, don't go to play in the river outside the door, you will fall and drown. Sometimes I am very convinced that once you go to the river, you will I will drown, and sometimes I feel that it is just a river. I am a moving person and I can swim, so how can I drown?"
Ziyuan looked at the goddess and said softly: "Of course, I didn't drown, because I really didn't go there, but many people did drown in that river. But to the world, before being drowned, No one will really believe these things, they will only feel bored and depressed under the constraints day after day."
Ziyuan lowered his head and said softly one last time.
"Just like a king."
