Liu Chunfeng stood quietly in the Tanchun Garden of Xuanxuyuan and looked at Chunmei.
Liu Sanyue was not far behind him, sitting on the stone in the small monastery at the edge of the plum forest, her legs of different lengths stepping on the ground where many plum blossoms had fallen.
"I know this is very difficult. After all, that is Li Shi, the leader of the younger generation of Taoism." Liu Sanyue said softly. "So this matter can only be handled by your Xuanxu Academy at present."
Liu Chunfeng turned back, smiled helplessly, and said: "This is more than just an embarrassment. In fact, it is not much different from asking a young man to catch a great sword cultivator."
Although Xuanxuyuan is a major force in Huangliang, it has finally experienced the cleanup of civil strife and the bloody battle with Wugui Dao in the palace, which has damaged a lot of vitality.
What's more, this is a high-level competition.
Naturally, there are spiritual shamans in Xuanxuyuan and the cultivation of great avenues.
It's just that Jian Yuan cultivators like Qi Jinyuan and Qi Jingyuan are still injured, not to mention others.
Naturally, such a mountain and river disciple cannot be looked down upon.
Unless it's really like what Han Chan said, no matter the cost.
Liu Sanyue naturally understood this truth.
Liu Chunfeng stood under the tree for a long time, and then said slowly: "I can only say that Xuanxuyuan will do its best. After all, this is indeed not a trivial matter, but can we bring back such a senior brother... We can't ensure."
Liu Sanyue sighed and said, "Just do your best."
The ugly Qingtian Taoist didn't know what he was thinking of, and said: "What's more, it is probably difficult for us to find such a senior brother - the principle of fate is not only in Yu Que, but also in his view of mountains and rivers." Naturally, it will be involved. Since Senior Brother Li dares to come, he is naturally sure that there is nothing we can do."
Liu Chunfeng looked at Liu Sanyue quietly and said, "So why did Master Yin in Sanyue tell the king about this matter?"
Liu Sanyue said softly: "It's going to rain, so you really don't want to go out?"
Of course I have to go out.
Liu Chunfeng said nothing more, but looked at the fallen plum blossoms solemnly.
"What do you think he came to Huangliang to do?"
Liu Sanyue said sincerely: "I don't know."
If you don’t know what to do, you naturally don’t know where you will go.
So Liu Chunfeng's brows furrowed a little deeper.
"I'll go to God's Capital and give it a try."
Liu Sanyue said softly.
"For this kind of thing, we can only hope that the goddess can give us some help. Maybe that senior brother will arouse the anger of some gods and ghosts, and Xuansheyuan won't have to do it so hard."
Liu Chunfeng nodded.
"good."
The story in Tanchun Garden ended in a hurry.
The young man, whose appearance had nothing to do with Zanli, left Xuanshuyuan and walked through the long streets of Kyoto, heading towards the divine capital ten miles away in the spring breeze of February.
...
Li Shi did not leave the capital.
Even it is still not far away from Kyoto.
If Liu Sanyue had not gone to Xuanxuyuan, but had come to the Kingdom of God that had risen from the human world as soon as possible, he might have met this Taoist.
This young Taoist with a gentle smile on his face is actually very similar to the demeanor of a certain Taoist cultivator.
Zhang Xiaoyu sometimes laughs like that.
Chen Qingshan would also laugh like that.
A teacher will naturally not only teach the way to practice.
Many things will subtly affect the next generation.
So when Li Shi looked down at a small puddle surrounded by various flowers on the roadside and saw the smile on his face, he was silent for a while, and then calmed down a little.
He still had a smile, but he looked much calmer.
Raising his head, the Shanheguan Taoist looked at the vast and solemn place in front of him with sighs, but there were also many magnificent divine kingdoms hidden in those solemnities.
Just like the goddess's black dress, there are often some flowers that bloom and fade from time to time.
The River Styx comes from the high mountains, flows down from the top of the divine capital, and falls into the place surrounded by the pillars of divine light, forming a rather vast lake of divine power. Pillars of ivy and flowers stand beside the lake. With complex but not eye-catching colors, it spreads everywhere.
There are many Huangliang people walking devoutly by the lake, like many small and subtle ants, looking towards the majestic place where the divine power gathers.
Deep in the divine capital, there is a high cliff. There is a huge ancient tree on the cliff. Under the tree, there is a woman in a black dress and a scholar in white, standing there quietly.
When the Taoist looked over, they also looked over.
The water of the Styx hangs like a waterfall, overflows like a spring, and disperses like rain and mist.
He quietly occupies such a sky in the divine capital.
In this way, the Taoist looked at the gods and ghosts through the mist.
This is the second time they have met.
The first time was in that big swamp.
The Taoist came across the swamp and pushed away the ancient fog sleeping in the swamp, allowing the world to see the appearance of this goddess again.
Li Shi looked at it quietly for a long time with a smile, and then withdrew his gaze. Just like those who worshiped the gods, he lowered his head, crossed his hands, and stepped step by step across the vast lake full of divine power, toward the Walking under a high cliff.
It wasn't until they stopped at the foot of the cliff that the Taoist from Shanhe Temple stopped, raised his hands in front of him, and greeted each other with Taoism.
Taoist priests' robes are flying in the spring breeze.
"Xiyun Guan Li Shi has met the goddess and Lord Ziyuan."
Yao Ji quietly looked down at the Taoist who seemed to be very pious at the foot of the cliff. After a long time, she said lightly: "What a Taoist."
Yao Ji remembered a spring day in March last year.
It was also such a Taoist who climbed those high mountains in those spring breezes, wearing Taoist robes elegantly, and said with a smile - Doesn't the goddess miss the world?
Li Shi smiled slightly and saluted again.
"The goddess is so complimentary."
The scholar in white clothes said with admiration: "With a human body, you dare to plan things about gods and ghosts, and hold gods and ghosts like sharp weapons. How can you call it a false praise?"
Li Shi laughed softly and said: "Not as good as Master Ziyuan."
After such a simple sentence, the scholar fell silent, looked deeply at the Taoist at the foot of the cliff, and then said softly: "It seems that you know much more than we imagined."
"Although most of the Taoist scriptures of Hangu Temple no longer exist in the world, some Taoist saints still left some of them. I was lucky enough to see some of them, just a few words."
Li Shi is still very humble.
Divine light fell from the human world, wrapping the Taoist in it. Thousands of traces emerged from the Taoist's body like silk from a cocoon.
Then they all fell under the umbrella of the goddess in black skirt under the ancient tree.
Li Shi did not resist, but looked at the goddess with amazement as her divine power became more and more powerful. He then looked up at the flow of divine power coming from the River Styx, and said softly: "It seems that the goddess has indeed left the world. Righteous God is not far away.”
Yao Ji just stood calmly under the tree, looking at those inextricable traces, which may be like the flow of fate or the flow of time. However, Yao Ji did not say anything and waved her hands to disperse the divine light. He said calmly: "So what are you doing here?"
Li Shi said softly: "Be cautious when approaching the abyss, and be cautious when sailing. Since Li Shi wants to come to the human world of the goddess, he naturally needs the permission of the goddess."
Yao Ji said calmly: "I thought you always believed that the human world will only be the human world."
Li Shi said calmly: "The human world is naturally the human world, but the current human world belongs to the goddess."
Yao Ji looked at the northern Taoist man quietly.
"So am I the sword, or is Qinglian the sword?"
The meaning of the spring breeze is not peaceful. Those divine lights overflow between heaven and earth. Those mountain flowers and spring grass are growing prosperously and dying passionately.
However, the Taoist remained very calm.
"Yes."
He is not afraid of anything.
When the fog rises above the great swamp.
Some stories are no longer stories about him.
Some people are destined to only look at each other and have no time to care about others.
Ziyuan chuckled and said, "What a Taoist."
Li Shi also smiled and looked at the scholar holding the scroll.
"Not as good as Master Ziyuan."
"..."
Yao Ji didn't mean to be angry at all, but she still looked at the Taoist calmly, her voice indifferent.
"Since you dare to borrow wind and snow from God, why bother asking me? Just go ahead."
Li Shi bowed.
"Thank you, Lady Goddess."
The Taoist crossed the big lake and headed south.
Ziyuan and Yaoji still stayed there quietly, watching the Taoist's figure disappearing far away in the big lake, as small as a mote of dust.
The scholar did not ask the goddess what she saw in the Taoist.
Just thinking about it for a long time.
"Do you think, Lady Goddess, that his heart is in the human world, or is his heart elsewhere?"
Yao Ji said calmly: "Of course my heart is for the human world."
Ziyuan said nothing more.
A quarter of an hour after that Taoist left, another former Taoist slowly came.
This Taoist with an ugly appearance and twisted hands and feet of different lengths could not walk gracefully across the vast lake carrying the power of the Styx, so he walked high and low by the lakes like the people who came from all directions. Among the sacred pillars of flowers and plants.
It took a long time before Liu Sanyue finally squeezed away those followers of the goddess who were also mutilated.
In the boundary of divine light that cannot be seen by the world, he stepped out and appeared under the high cliff.
Liu Sanyue raised his head and glanced at the two people standing very far away in the divine capital. He probably felt that this was not suitable for conversation.
So he slowly climbed up the high cliff and headed towards the extremely high place.
So it took another long time for Liu Sanyue to be wetted by the water of the Styx that spread like rain and mist before he finally appeared on the high cliff.
The goddess turned her head and looked at the ugly Taoist with the same gentle voice as before.
"What are you doing here, Lord Yin March?"
"I want to ask the goddess some questions."
Liu Sanyue sat down on the cliff among the flowers filled with rain and mist.
Ever since the original story ended and Liu Sanyue's resurrected divine seas were once again imprisoned by divine power, Liu Sanyue no longer had any thoughts of worshiping the gods.
Maybe there never was.
Just like what Liu Sanyue and Yao Ji said back then - what kind of god would be so cruel to his people?
The story of Liu Sanyue is naturally a cruel one.
This is never a story about gods and ghosts showing mercy and bringing the dead back to life.
Therefore, Master Yin of Hanchan March felt very at ease, and even deliberately sat there scratching the mud from the soles of his shoes.
Yao Ji didn't care about Liu Sanyue's attitude.
She naturally knows the thoughts and feelings in the heart of this worldly person who was brought back from the River Styx and turned into a monster by her.
"What do you want to ask?"
The goddess stood holding an umbrella and headed towards that place, stopping in front of Liu Sanyue, covering him from the rain and mist of the Styx hanging from high in the sky.
Liu Sanyue looked up at the umbrella above her head, and looked down at the floral socks on the goddess's feet. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Do you want to show your kindness to the goddess?"
Yao Ji looked at Liu Sanyue quietly, and then said softly: "You can understand it this way."
"Why?"
"Because you made the world think I was a failure."
Liu Sanyue smiled softly.
"So the goddess still holds the same thoughts as before."
"Yes."
Liu Sanyue fell silent.
This ugly man no longer scraped the mud off his soles, turned his head, and looked long and hard at the worshipers walking devoutly by the lake in the distance.
"Then, Lady Goddess, can you tell me where the Taoist from the north went?"
Liu Sanyue didn't ask Yao Ji if she knew.
It is impossible for such a powerful god and ghost not to know about it.
The only thing is whether you want to tell the world.
Yao Ji looked at Liu Sanyue quietly for a long time.
Then he said slowly: "He went to the south."
"Where in the south?"
"Yao Feng."
Liu Sanyue looked stern.
He turned his head and looked south of the human world.
Yao Ji's voice slowly sounded from the side.
"so what?"
Liu Sanyue turned back and smiled.
"I can temporarily become a disciple of the Goddess for a quarter of an hour."
"What moment?"
"Last moment."
Ziyuan was holding the scroll on the edge of the cliff and laughing softly.
Yao Ji quietly looked at this Taoist who looked like a stone in a cesspit.
"Why can't it be the next moment?"
Liu Sanyue stood up, looking crooked like a twisted tree with a crooked neck.
"The next moment will be left to the human world." Liu Sanyue said softly, "So every moment, every hour and every year that has passed by, I can be the most devout believer of the goddess, but I can't go forward - because I can't go forward. I can still have it.”
After Liu Sanyue's words fell, everything in the world seemed to have undergone extremely subtle changes.
What has changed?
Without a trace of vitality in Shenhai, it was difficult for him to perceive many things keenly.
It seems like just some rain and mist have returned to the sky, it seems like just some mountain flowers have closed their buds, it seems like just some ripples have disappeared.
But soon, he understood what had changed.
Because there was an ugly Taoist who climbed hard and piously on the cliff path for nearly a quarter of an hour. Then with an extremely bright and pious light in his eyes, he panted and appeared on the cliff, bowing his head in the rain and fog. He came and crawled at the feet of the goddess like a wild dog.
"My God, my Lord..."
His voice trembled, his limbs were pious, his eyes were eager, and his soul was subdued.
Liu Sanyue stared blankly at the Liu Sanyue who had been sacrificed by him a quarter of an hour ago. It seemed as if countless wind and snow had fallen down and buried him deeply, and it was as if there were ten thousand knives coming from him. The top of the head was inserted and stirred cruelly inside.
Liu Sanyue felt as if his soul was torn apart, and all kinds of cold blood was pouring from his heart.
But he turned his head and looked deeply at the extremely calm Yao Ji in front of him.
With an equally trembling smile, he suppressed all the pain and said slowly and firmly: "Yes, that's it, Lady Goddess."
For gods and ghosts, even the art of migration that has long since disappeared from the human world is just a small skill that is not difficult.
Liu Sanyue began to cough violently, coughing up a lot of blood - just like Liu Chunfeng who watched the Kingdom of God being uprooted on the high mountain.
However, he just looked at Yao Ji and said, "That's it. The Liu Sanyue you had at the moment is yours."
but.
From now on, it still won’t work.
If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.
Ziyuan stood silently on the edge of the cliff, looking at the goddess under the umbrella, looking at Liu Yuyue sitting among the flowers and grass, and also looking at the girl prostrate on the rainy and mist-wet cliff, as if kissing the Yao Ji. The figure of the trodden earth.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly remembered the story from many years ago.
That's a story from the old days.
At that time, the goddess Yunmeng was still there, and Mrs. Xiang was still playing the piano in the human world, astonishing the children of the world. At that time, Yao Ji was a mountain ghost, wearing a black skirt, and she stayed in the clouds and rain in Wushan for a long time.
What was she like at that time?
Ziyuan didn't remember a little bit.
But Yao Ji at that time was really gentle and soft. Like a quiet flower blooming in the mountains.
So in the later stories about the so-called Kingdom of Gods that Zi Yuan had never heard of, what exactly happened to make such a goddess take on so many cold meanings hidden under gentleness? ?
As a goddess who connects Taiyi to the human world, she naturally represented beauty and all hopes in the ancient times.
Just like mountain flowers, like spring rain, like the rippling river at dusk, like the tranquility of mountains and rivers.
Zi Yuan thought about such a woman back then.
It seems that in such a story where the gods and ghosts have gone away and the ancient years have returned to the world in pieces, the stories that the scholars have experienced are like a spring dream in which the snow is exposed.
Zi Yuan held the scroll and was silent for a long time. Then he didn't look at it anymore. He just turned his head and looked at the world with great sadness.
Looking at the world that is no longer similar to what it was back then.
Liu Sanyue stood up, walked past the kneeling self, stopped again, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and then turned to look at the ugly man lying on the ground quietly. figure.
"You really look like a dog."
...
"Do you think I've changed?"
Yao Ji stood quietly on the high cliff, looking at the twisted Taoist who coughed up blood and passed away in great pain among the people who were worshiping the gods.
Ziyuan just said softly: "I have never experienced another human life of the goddess, so naturally I am not qualified to comment."
Yao Ji raised her head and looked at the river water falling from Qingming for a long time.
"It was a cold world."
There is only one sentence.
