What a great imagination!
This was something Li Asan liked to say back then.
Of course, human wars can be more than just on the ground.
Of course, the emperor of the human world can be more than just Kamigawa.
Of course, the path of the human world can also be more than just gods and ghosts, avenues, or more, stop at the current civilization.
After Song Yingxin talked with the emperor for a long time in the palace, he left the palace in the twilight with great regret.
Sometimes it is really difficult for people to see their paranoid and old-fashioned side.
Just like that sentence, it is difficult for people to imagine things beyond their own knowledge.
Song Yingxin couldn't help but imagine that if he lived for thousands of years, or if he was like a goddess, he suddenly woke up from a long period of time...
.......
The Master said on the river: The deceased is like a man!
The wind is moving, the turtles and snakes are still, and the grand plan is coming up.
A bridge connects the north and the south, turning the natural chasm into a thoroughfare.
The stone walls of the Xijiang River were erected to cut off the clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain, and the high gorge led out of the flat lake.
The goddess should be fine, but she should shock the world.
.......
The goddess should be fine, but she should shock the world.
...
Song Yingxin stood foolishly on the street in the twilight of the world, thinking about many things, but for some reason, tears streamed down his face.
The middle-aged man raised his sleeves, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, raised his head again, and glanced back at the palace, which was far lower than the human world. Without saying anything, he walked towards the twilight of June. He left for the Tiangong Division under Huaidu.
...
The young man holding an umbrella has been waiting for a long time in front of the hanging road leading up to the Tiangong Department.
But when he saw the middle-aged boss walking down from Sophora Capital, who looked very sad, he temporarily forgot why he was waiting here.
The young man just stood under the umbrella and looked at Song Yingxin for a long time, looking at his red eyes and wet cuffs of his robe with confusion.
"What's wrong, sir?"
Song Yingxin walked down the stone path, looked at the young man in front of him with a slight smile, and said, "It's nothing, just a little sigh."
"sigh?"
Nan Dao didn't seem to understand why the boss would sigh until his eyes turned red when he went to Sophora Capital and what he saw.
"Yes." Song Yingxin stopped there and said softly, "Sighing on some very good things."
Nan Dao thought for a long time and said thoughtfully: "Then it seems that those very good things are going to disappear. Otherwise, why would you do this?"
Song Yingxin didn't say much, just smiled.
"Yes."
The two of them headed towards Sizhong.
Nan Dao did not continue to ask. When the boy looked back and saw the white air flowing through the water vapor, he finally remembered why he came.
After searching for a long time in the company but unable to find such a boss, the young man had to come to the stone road leading in and out of the Tiangong Department, and finally met Song Yingxin, who was very busy these days.
"There at Youchun Mountain..."
When the young man said this, he didn't know how to continue. He hesitated to organize his words, but finally gave up and just raised his head to look at Song Yingxin.
He knew that Song Yingxin would understand what he wanted to ask.
But to the young man's surprise, when he heard this question, the business owner stopped and looked back at Nan Dao sincerely.
"I don't know either."
The young man suddenly opened his eyes. This was undoubtedly an unexpected answer. The young man quickly frowned, looked at Song Yingxin and said, "How could Sir Master not know?"
Song Yingxin said softly: "Not only do I not know, but Bai Shu also doesn't know. He once asked the prison master Liu Qinghe, but that gentleman was also silent."
Nan Dao was very puzzled and said: "Why?"
Song Yingxin turned his head and looked silently at the underground cliff that was filled with white energy, and said slowly: "The entire immortal energy extracted by the Tiangong Division was attracted there, and we can't go there to see what happened. Some doctors in Xuanhu Yamen even died that day because they didn’t leave in time enough.”
Nan Dao fell silent.
After a long time, the young man looked at the head of the Tiangong Department who was walking forward silently, and asked softly: "So what exactly is immortal energy?"
Naturally, the boy had already asked such a question.
It's just that maybe hearing the word "extraction" in Song Yingxin's words today made such a young man feel a lot of confusion again.
Asking old questions again, naturally I want to know a different answer.
Song Yingxin just walked towards the Tiangong Si Si Yamen calmly.
"Of course fairy spirit is fairy spirit."
Perhaps I feel that this is indeed too vague and perfunctory.
After a brief pause, Song Yingxin said softly: "It's the air from the mountain."
Nan Dao was silent for a while, holding an umbrella and catching up with the middle-aged boss, and said in a deep voice: "I want to go in and have a look."
Song Yingxin stopped, turned around and looked at the young man with a frown. After a long time, until his eyes fell on the umbrella, he shook his head resolutely.
"No, Huai even can't bear such consequences."
Nan Dao also looked at the umbrella in his hand.
In fact, even though Tiangong Si has conducted a lot of research on such an umbrella, he still cannot understand many things on this umbrella. And because of the reasons that he has had an in-depth understanding of but still cannot understand, Tiangong Si also has a lot of research on this umbrella. The young man had a great fear of his umbrella.
The greatest fear in the world is naturally the unknown.
It’s just that the greatest bravery in the world is of course recklessness.
The young man raised his head and said seriously: "If there is a problem, I will leave there as soon as possible."
Song Yingxin, who had always been amicable, was unwilling to give in on this issue. He didn't even have the idea of negotiating, and turned his back to the young man and waved away.
"It is impossible for the Tiangong Division to agree to this request."
Song Yingxin said very calmly, but after walking a long way, he didn't hear the voice of such a young man. He frowned, and when he turned around, he found that Nan Dao was heading towards Huaidu with an umbrella.
This obviously puzzled the head of the Tiangong Department.
"what are you going to do?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "I will go to the prison master or your majesty."
Song Yingxin frowned, looked at the young man's back and said, "Why do you have to go take a look?"
Nan Dao stopped and looked down at the cliff where the immortal energy overflowed. After a long time, he said softly: "Because I think he is very pitiful."
Perhaps this sentence goes deeper and means that the young man feels that he is very pitiful.
So when he was at the Jianya River in the East China Sea, the young man decided to help him.
Of course you have to help people to the end.
Even the laws of Kamigawa have explained this.
You can die without saving anything.
But to not save half of the life is murder.
I have already murdered Lingnan.
The young man thought very seriously.
Of course, we can't murder such an unlucky guy from the East China Sea again.
Song Yingxin was silent for a while, and then said softly: "If something really happened..."
Maybe it was the boy's words, or maybe it was the boy's intention to find Shenhe or Liu Qinghe, but in short, this made Song Yingxin feel a little relieved.
Nan Dao turned around, tore off a piece from the corner of his clothes, wrapped the umbrella tightly in his hand, and said sincerely: "I will never let go of this umbrella."
Song Yingxin sighed, waved his hand and said, "Go."
The young man saluted the middle-aged man sincerely.
"Thank you, Sir."
The young man headed over there.
Song Yingxin stood there for a long time, and then called an official.
"Go and invite Mr. Liu to sit with the Tiangong Division."
"yes."
...
The prime minister was drinking wine on a bridge in such a lonely ancient city.
Cong Xin, the peach demon from the Sword Sect who was imitating Shushu and wandering on the Nanyi River, was not far away.
Both of them were looking at the divine power overflowing in such an ancient city.
"Every hundred years, when I look from Sword Sect to Nanyi City, I feel that the world has changed a lot."
Cong Xin sat on the edge of the boat, treading water, lowered her head, and spoke softly.
"Could it be that even after two thousand years, the goddess feels that the world is still the same as it was then?"
Qingxiang took a sip of wine, stood in the lonely wind on the Nanyi River, and said slowly: "Of course not. The goddess once said that the changes in the world are indeed great, but she feels that it is in vain. , it makes no sense.”
"Why in vain?"
"She never said so."
Cong Xin did not continue to ask. She lowered her head and looked at the dusk beside the boat, which looked like a wrinkled orange peel.
The prime minister was still drinking alone, minding his own business.
The entire Nanyi City was bathed in that extremely vast divine light.
From south to north, nothing else.
Along the river, many dark flowers grew under the catalysis of the extremely rich power of the Styx.
The Prime Minister's eyes slowly fell on a black flower that had bloomed on the bridge. He looked at it for a long time, then picked it off, held it in his hand and looked at it, and said softly: "The ghostly flower blooms and the dead come back to life. Such a scene, if it had happened more than a thousand years ago, would have been indispensable in the world, and there would have been many rumors."
Cong Xin turned to look at the scholar who was dressed in white but holding a black flower. His eyes moved to the long streets. Among the streets and alleys where the Styx flowers were blooming slowly, there were some things that still remained. Everyone in Nanyi City was looking around in panic.
"It's still the same now."
Cong Xin withdrew her gaze, no longer looking at the people who were frightened and leaving. She looked up at the mountains and rivers pouring out the power of the Styx.
The tail of the Styx River is just outside Nanyi City.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the Taoist Saint came to this ancient city near Daze to look at the black flowers covering the world.
This woman, who was transformed into a peach tree in the Jianzong garden, sat quietly on the head of the boat and spoke softly.
"If we hadn't known anything about the goddess, we would have been surprised by these sights, leading to many strange conjectures."
The Prime Minister may have agreed with Cong Xin's words. He didn't say anything, but just looked at the streets of Nanyi City for a long time.
Those black flowers spread extremely quickly.
At first, there was just a flower stem sticking out of a gap in the stone slab like a thirsty fish, then a bud grew, and finally it opened those petals that made people see the night, and the pollen was shaking in the wind. It quickly withered, scattering those tiny seeds all over the long street.
In the end it was like a black fire.
This is a completely different picture from the divine glow that overflows over the ancient city.
Qing Xiang in white and Cong Xin in Tao didn't say anything anymore. One was on the bridge and the other was at the head of the boat. The two quietly looked at the black flowers spreading towards the world.
All the colors are gloomy, only the dusk is leisurely.
The Prime Minister didn't know when the young man in Qingshang who he had been searching for in the past appeared on the streets of Nanyi City.
Cao Weiying carried two swords on his back, one was called Fang Cun, which was full of cracks. Such a sword could not be unfamiliar to Qing Xiang, nor could Cong Xin be unfamiliar with it.
There was just another sword that looked very ordinary and clumsy behind Fang Cun. Even if Qing Xiang thought about it, he still couldn't figure out where the sword called Die Lianhua came from.
This made the scholar very disappointed. He took off the green and red jade from his waist and looked at Qing Shang who was looking thoughtfully at the black flowers on the streets of Nanyi City with melancholy. The young man said softly: "I thought senior would at least lend me the sword."
Cao Weiying looked back at the scholar in white standing on the Twilight Bridge over the river, smiled slightly, and said, "If I want to use a very good sword, why should I use your sword?"
The best sword in the world is of course the sword sent to Mojian Cliff by a sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect.
The Prime Minister sighed, took back the piece of hanging jade, and said, "That's true."
Cong Xin, Tao Yao of the Sword Sect, stood up on the bow of the boat and bowed respectfully to the young man in green clothes.
"I've met senior."
Although Cong Xin was born in the Human Sword Sect, she is not a swordsman. Even if she carries a sword like a peach branch on her back, she is still not a swordsman. Therefore, even if the sword in Xieqiao was from the Qinglian Sect, this peach demon is also a swordsman. This young man in Qingshang was not called Master.
Cao Weiying looked at the peach-clad woman standing at the head of the boat, nodded, and then looked at the green peach branch sword behind her, and said with some emotion: "It's a pity that I already have two swords, otherwise I can borrow the sword behind you."
Cong Xin looked back at the sword behind her, remained silent for a while, and said softly: "For people like Senior, what difference does it make if they have a sword or not?"
If there is a sword in the heart, then there will be no sword in the world.
Cao Weiying said seriously: "There is still some nature."
Cong Xin asked with some confusion: "What is it?"
The young man, who was walking slowly with his swords slanted on his back and a green gourd hanging from his waist in the long street of black flowers, smiled slightly.
"Carrying a sword on your back will make you look more handsome and chic."
Of course a swordsman must look like a swordsman.
Cong Xin was silent, while Qing Xiang leaned on the guardrail of the bridge and kept smiling.
"Of course, carrying too many swords is not a good thing."
Cao Weiying walked among the flowers of the Styx with a smile on her face, reaching out to tease the flowers swaying in the evening breeze. She probably looked like a young man.
"In that case, it would be easy for people to think that this is a place where swords are sold on the streets."
Cong Xin sighed softly and said, "I didn't expect that at this time, senior could still laugh and joke like this."
Cao Weiying raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what should I do? Come here with a sad face and explain my funeral to you?"
The scholar in white who was standing at the end of the bridge with a smile suddenly lowered his head, suppressed his smile, looked at the dusk across the river, and said dullly: "Senior is the last sword cultivator in the ten-year sword sect. If possible... ..”
The scholar raised his head and said seriously: "We really want to hear the senior's explanation of some funeral affairs."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly, and still walked leisurely with her sword in the sea of flowers, saying: "There is nothing to explain. What you have done in this era is far better than what we did back then." . It has always been unnecessary for the predecessors to talk too much."
When the young man finished speaking, another gentle voice came from the other end of the long street.
"Why do I think you are talking about me when you say this?"
The three of them looked towards the long street together. In the dusk, a goddess came holding an umbrella and wearing a black dress.
It's like going on an appointment.
Cao Weiying smiled slightly and said, "Is the goddess okay?"
Yao Ji, wearing human floral socks and small cotton shoes, stopped there, wearing a black skirt that seemed ordinary, but also seemed so awe-inspiring and cold that she couldn't look directly at her.
"Qinglian should be fine?"
Yao Ji did not answer such a question, but asked such a young man in return.
Cao Weiying raised her head and looked at the sky of the world, and laughed softly: "It's so wonderful to have a thousand years of dreams, I'm sure I'm fine."
The two stopped by the Nanyi River and looked at each other quietly for a long time. Then they turned around together and leaned on the railing to look at the world.
The black flowers in the world are gloomy, the twilight in the world is brilliant, the water of the river is sparkling, and for thousands of years, countless people have rowed and paddled away.
The Wushan goddess who had revived from the ancient Chu period stood there quietly and looked at it for a long time, and then said in a gentle tone: "I have a question. I wonder if Qingjun can answer it."
Cao Weiying smiled slightly and said, "What's the problem?"
Yao Ji raised her head and looked up at the sky, looking at the sword intentions and sword winds that were gradually falling towards the human world. She said softly: "The sword immortal in the sky has been dreaming for a thousand years. I wonder what world he is dreaming about?"
Cao Weiying narrowed her eyes, looked at the dusk sky quietly, and said softly: "This is a very, very good world."
"Please try to speak."
“The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there are thousands of things. Without an old pen, how could a young and strong person be poor?”
Yao Ji looked at it quietly for a long time, then lowered her head and said slowly: "That's a pity."
The young man in green clothes turned to look at the woman in black skirt standing by the river not far away and said, "I also have a question."
Yao Ji said softly: "Please speak."
Cao Weiying said very seriously: "The goddess is sleeping on a yellow beam in the middle of the swamp. I wonder what kind of world she is dreaming about?"
Such an ancient goddess of Chu lowered her head, looked at the river with a sad expression, and said softly: "This is a very, very bad world."
With such expressions, the scholar standing on the bridge and the woman at the head of the boat were subconsciously depressed.
So the young man in Qingshang standing by the river with his sword behind his back sighed and said with great regret: "It is indeed a pity."
The two said nothing more.
The young man in Qingshang took the wine gourd from his waist, brought it to his lips and took a sip, then looked at Yao Ji with a smile.
"please."
