Han Chan was sitting on the windward building, drinking wine and looking at the sky quietly.
It is naturally impossible for many people to know that the goddess has left Nanyi City.
Since Yao Ji left Nanyi City and did not return to Huangliang Divine Capital, she probably had no choice but to go to heaven.
Han Chan took a sip of wine and laughed softly thinking about the invisible things that might happen in the sky.
This sword cultivator was thinking about something irrelevant.
For example, some people once wondered why the Yingfeng Building and the Star-Zhaing Building were built so high.
Han Chan probably has an answer now.
Very simple.
Because it is closer to heaven.
Although it's not much closer, how can the world know if it's because of the hundreds of feet closer that those emperors who stand in tall buildings and look up at the sky will know many more things than themselves?
The divine right of kings, the divine right of kings.
Han Chan thought with a sigh, sipping the wine in the pot.
Although Liuyun flavored wine was only trial brewed at the beginning.
But there are quite a lot of Huaian flavors.
Although the wine aging technique is not good, it is at least better than Huangliang’s bitter wine.
Probably the only bad thing is that it tastes a bit bland, as if it has been mixed with water, or maybe it's just because it's not old enough.
The Huangliang King of Chu didn't drink to his heart's content, but it was better than nothing. He put down the empty jug in his hand, called for a servant, and said calmly: "I have ordered Yin to come and see me."
The attendant responded and left.
Lord Ling Yin, who is already very old, was probably meeting with ministers and handling government affairs in the palace of the King of Chu at that time. Han Chan's absence from the palace naturally does not mean that everything in Huangliang is in ruins, especially in the territory of Cong Ran. The demon clan came to confront each other.
Hanchan didn't have a Sima, so naturally there were a lot of inconveniences in coordinating the troops.
Lord Ling Yin, who was already feeling a little sad because his old friend had returned to Styx, looked even older after working hard for days.
So when Han Chan watched the old man he hadn't seen for a long time walking up to this 100-foot tall building tremblingly, he felt a little unbearable in his heart. He stood by the railing and looked at it for a long time, taking off the broad emperor's clothes on his body. He put on his robe and put it on for the old man. He called for the attendant and ordered someone to light a small stove in the building - after all, it was cold in the high-rise building.
Hanchan may not care, but the world probably can't care less.
These actions of the King of Chu from Liuyun Sword Sect naturally made Mr. Ling Yin feel flattered and frightened. He was silent for a while in Yingfeng Tower, and then knelt down silently.
"I wonder what the king's orders are when he calls me here?"
Han Chan looked at Ling Yin for a long time, then turned back and said softly: "Get up, how is the war with Cong Ran?"
Lord Ling Yin heard such truthful words, and his mind calmed down a little. He did not get up, but still knelt down by the stove in the small building. He pondered for a while and said softly: "It's not optimistic, White Deer Demon." Although the clan had fought several battles south of Huai'an, and after crossing the sea, it was inevitable that they would suffer some losses. It was just a matter of Cong Ran, but it was not just a matter of the Bailu group of monsters, the Huangliang monster clan also rose up in response. , I think that the great monsters of the Youhuang Mountains have been hiding in the human world for a long time, and they have already incited the monsters in the territory. Previously, when the goddess was still in Huangliang, they could intimidate them, but the king should also know that people The gods have been on a blind date for thousands of years, but the demon clan has not. The awe of the gods and ghosts is even far less than the awe of such a northern emperor. After the goddess went north, the demon clan no longer had any scruples, and so on. , maybe it’s just a matter of time before Huangliang turns into a monster..."
Han Chan narrowed his eyes. He had indeed never thought about these things. Things in one place were naturally considered matters in one place.
The demon incident in Huai'an is probably different from that of Huangliang. After all, Huai'an has prospered. Coupled with the existence of the Demon Emperor Shenhe and the Human Sword Sect Congren, although the demon clan has risen, it is not a full-scale riot.
After all, the demon tribe was frightened by those sword cultivators and lived with the human world for thousands of years.
But Huang Liang cannot.
Even Xuanxuyuan is a major force in the world, but it can't convince the demon clan in the end - the demon clan won't listen to the prime minister scolding his mother in the north, let alone the south.
After a long time, Han Chan slowly said, "Can't Qi Jingyuan and the other Sword Abyss sword cultivators stop them?"
Ling Yin said softly: "After all, the cultivation of sword power is too late, and it is far inferior to the cultivation of sword intention in the north."
Naturally, it is not unreasonable for the way of sword intention to flourish and the way of sword power to decline in the world.
Great things are naturally difficult to achieve.
In the thousands of years that the world has been around, there has been only one person with great swordsmanship, Mojian Yamuyu.
The southern emperor sighed softly, patted the guardrail, and said slowly: "So, how should Master Yin deal with the demon clan issue?"
The old man fell silent. After a long time, he said softly: "Perhaps the only plan now is for the king to go to Nanyi in person, invite the goddess to return, repair the old relationship with the gods, recruit witch armor, and bathe in the divine power."
Han Chan chuckled softly and said, "This is indeed the best solution, but Master Yin may be disappointed."
Ling Yin raised his head and glanced at Han Chan who was standing by the railing. Perhaps he still thought that such an emperor was still stubborn and said softly: "The king must put the affairs of the world first. At this time and that time, the affairs of humans and gods may not be unreasonable. Blind date.”
The Four-fold Sword Cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect raised his head, looked at the peaceful sky, and said lightly: "What if the goddess is no longer in the world?"
The old man looked in disbelief at the emperor who had brought the name of King of Chu back to Huangliang again after a thousand years.
"Your Majesty...what do you mean by this?"
Hanchan smiled slightly, turned around, looked at the astonished Lord Ling Yin, and said with great tenderness.
"The goddess is dead, Lord Ling Yin."
This great Chu Ling Yin, who was over seventy years old, was like a young man who had just met the world for the first time. His eyes widened in disbelief and he said in a chuckle, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, don't... be joking."
Han Chan suppressed her smile and said extremely calmly: "The king has no jokes. If Master Ling Yin doesn't believe it, you can go to the capital of God to find Master Yin Yue."
Ling Yin then remembered that they had never seen the ugly Liu Sanyue in the past few days. The last time Ling Yin saw him was the night when Mr. Su died in Xuansheyuan.
"Why did Master Yin go to the Divine Capital in March?"
Han Chan turned around and calmly picked up the unsheathed sword that was leaning against the railing.
"Junior brother died in Nanyi City last year. It was the goddess who came from the Styx River and used the power of gods and ghosts to force him to stay in the world. There are many remnants of divine power in the city of gods, and only there can he be allowed to live there. After the goddess leaves, she will remain in the human world for some time. Does your Lord Yin understand?"
Ling Yin knelt there in silence and said nothing.
For these Huangliang people, even though they had personally said that the human world should be the human world, in the end, deep down in their hearts, they still have an unbreakable attachment to the ancient Chu goddess.
As long as the name Wuguishen Sect never dies, the belief in gods and ghosts that has lasted for thousands of years on this land will never decline.
The wind in the sky above the windward building was very cold.
Even though the old man was wearing imperial robes and standing in front of the stove, he was still trembling as if he were in the cold winter months.
Han Chan stood there holding the sword for a long time, looking at the world for a long time, then looked back at the trembling Ling Yin, and said calmly: "The separation of man and god is the choice you made when you pushed me to the throne. Now that things have come to this, why are you doing this?"
Ling Yin was silent for a long time before he said tremblingly: "The world rejects the love between humans and gods just for the sake of freedom, rather than truly hating such an ancient existence, just as the ancient ancestors devoutly sung and chanted repeatedly. ——My god, my mother, my god, my father. When I was young, there were many people who broke out of their homes because of their rebellion, but Your Majesty, which young man would really break with his parents?"
Hanchan looked at Ling Yin quietly for a long time, then sighed and said slowly: "Perhaps what you said is true, but as a Huai'an person - just like the Nanchu Wushu in the witch ghost river, Just like the words, Huaian is a Rong Di who has betrayed God and abandoned his etiquette. I can't understand the emotion that the adults are talking about."
Ling Yin was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "If the goddess is really dead, Huang Liang will be in the same situation as an abandoned son. Only by paying an extremely painful price can those wars be settled."
Han Chan smiled slightly and said, "If you had said bluntly from the beginning that Huang Liang is like an orphan, why would the orphan be hesitant and confused?"
Ling Yin was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the emperor standing by the railing, as if he thought of an extremely shocking possibility from such a sentence.
"Since it's hard to support a single tree..."
Han Chan said softly.
"Then let's return the favor."
"No!"
When the emperor's words fell, the old man's words also sounded almost at the same time, and even hit the windward building before Han Chan's words.
Ling Yin, who was originally trembling and trembling, as if he was about to die soon, suddenly became frightened at this moment.
Hanchan turned around, looked at Ling Yin calmly, and said, "Why not?"
Master Ling Yin, who was startled, looked silently at the white imperial robe that fell on the ground. The fire in the stove was swaying, and many ashes were blown out by the wind and fell on the imperial robe, like A pair of abandoned and old clothes.
Why not?
Han Chan's question still echoed in Ling Yin's heart.
It's just that maybe this old man can't tell why it's not possible.
After a long time, the boss looked at Han Chan with a complicated expression and said softly: "Is your Majesty serious?"
Han Chan said calmly: "Otherwise, am I kidding?"
Ling Yin was silent for a long time without saying anything. He leaned down again and bowed his head in the tall building.
"Your Majesty, please resign."
Han Chan looked at Ling Yin quietly for a long time, then turned back and said softly: "Of course it's okay, but before I resign, I need to do one more thing for you."
The old man knelt there for a long time and said in a sad voice: "Why did the king put this old minister to death?"
Lord Ling Yin naturally knew what Han Chan needed him to do.
Just like during the chaos in Kyoto, he drafted an edict and announced it to the world.
Han Chan just said calmly: "I am a rough martial artist who is not good at literary talent. The great Chu comes to the world again, and it needs some decent ending. If you don't do this, how can Huang Liangqing be embarrassed?"
Ling Yin just knelt on the Yingfeng Tower for a long time and said nothing.
After a long time, the boss raised his head again and said decisively: "My lord, please die."
The Liuyun sword cultivator looked at Lord Ling Yin silently for a long time, then suddenly sighed and turned back to look at the palace of the King of Chu.
My thoughts seem to have returned to the snowy and windy steps during the Taiyi Spring Festival.
"Lan Li is indeed right, I am alone, I am alone."
The Liuyun sword cultivator, who was not wearing imperial robes, closed his eyes, waved his hand, and said lightly.
"My lord, go ahead."
There were old and slow footsteps on the tall building that slowly faded away and then stopped suddenly.
A big bird with yellow beams flew across the sky.
Han Chan quietly looked at a certain big red flower blooming on the ground.
This may indeed make the emperor a little moved.
But perhaps more than that, it just reminded the emperor of some of the brilliant mountain flowers that grew among the cliffs in the Liuyun Mountains in late summer.
Han Chan looked at it for a long time before finally slowly retracting his gaze and looking outside the false capital, towards the divine capital that once stood up in the wind and snow, but then slowly fell silent.
In that land where divine light overflows, there is an ugly Taoist, waiting for Han Chan's sword.
Han Chan looked at it for a long time, then looked at the sky again.
The sky has long since calmed down, and the gentle sword wind that once spread across the world has gradually subsided.
Of course the goddess is not dead yet.
It's just that Hanchan, as a Huai'an native, can only say this naturally.
The Liuyun sword cultivator, who had been drinking Huai'an wine for a long time in Yingfeng Tower, silently clenched the sword in his hand. Green fire seemed to be burning on the sword, and said softly: "Are you ready, Junior Brother Yue Yue?"
...
Liu Sanyue was slowly crossing those lakes of divine power.
He could clearly feel that in the divine sea, the divine power left by such a goddess was slowly receding.
Japan and China look at each other, and things live and die.
Perhaps it is.
The Northern Taoists, who were once powerful for a short time, declined extremely quickly after the clear moonlight that night.
Just like the scorching sun in the sky, it is already dying.
The Taoist walked up and down the road by the lake. At the moment when his divine power began to decline, the Taoist left the false capital, left the city, and headed towards this land that was created by the goddess pulling the Styx River during the Taiyi Spring Festival. All the gods came.
Those gods and ghosts are still like the remaining fire in the long night, staying quietly on the extremely huge divine pillars in the divine capital.
Even after the goddess disappeared, there were still many believers in this divine city, praying silently and devoutly.
There are old people and there are young people.
Old people may not come because of pain, and young people may not come because of love troubles.
When all stories of self-powerlessness continue in life for a long time.
Maybe it will become a long-lasting and indelible gesture.
Liu Sanyue stood there quietly, looking past the mist of divine power and quietly looking at the people who were pious and polite.
This Taoist actually wanted to tell them.
The goddess is dying and she will not come back.
But when the words reached his throat, he swallowed them again.
The Taoist thought of the flower-growing swordsman he met by Yunmeng Ze.
I also remembered many things that I had argued with the goddess eloquently.
Does the world really not know that the mercy of a goddess is an extremely luxurious and almost impossible thing?
They know it.
But people in the world still have their wishes and expectations.
Like...
Liu Sanyue lowered her head silently, thinking about such a story about the spring of one thousand and three years.
Just like a girl named Li Qinghua, does she really not know that such a sword cultivator in white will never come back?
The Taoist suddenly shed a few tears.
Of course life is in bloom.
But sometimes it doesn't necessarily bloom from the flower stem, but also from those knotted wounds.
It blooms very twisted flowers.
Life oh life.
Liu Sanyue raised her hands to wipe away her tears, and looked up quietly at the sky beyond those divine powers.
Everything is past and nothing can come back.
Life, life.
Liu Sanyue slowly headed towards the depths of this divine city.
Crossing the big lake and passing through the divine light, just like the story of a drizzling spring day, the Taoist climbed the high cliff.
Until you are covered in mud, just like what Liu Sanyue said at the beginning, people in the world will have a clearer understanding of what they think and want.
So they asked sincerely.
Liu Sanyue climbed up the cliff of the divine capital with some exhaustion.
The original woman in black dress holding an umbrella was gone, as was a certain good-looking scholar in white.
The cliff is covered with human dust, fallen leaves, and many withered flowers.
Liu Sanyue stood on it and looked around, as if he was looking for something, as if he was just resting.
What about Liu Sanyue, who was retrieved from time by Yao Ji and turned into her devout believer?
Liu Sanyue didn't find him, so the Taoist sat down on the edge of the cliff with great regret.
In fact, the Taoist may not want to ask why he was so devoted to the goddess a quarter of an hour ago.
But when he looked up at the human world, he suddenly fell silent.
Liu Sanyue, Liu Sanyue.
Do you really not miss this world?
The answer is of course no.
If he really didn't miss her, why did he accept the mercy of the goddess from the River Styx and stay in the world for a long time with such a broken and twisted body?
Liu Sanyue sat there in silence for a long time, and seemed to hear some noises coming from behind him.
The Taoist turned around, but was stunned.
The person standing behind you is no one else.
But himself.
Such a Taoist priest who seemed to have pried the mud off his shoes was looking at him with a pitiful and contemptuous look - that look was very familiar, Liu Sanyue was looking at him like this a quarter of an hour ago, Kneeling in front of the goddess.
Liu Sanyue was silent for a long time and lowered his head silently. Only then did he realize that his shoes were clean.
And my knees were full of dust and mud.
The Taoist laughed instead, looked up at the sky, and chuckled.
"Now, I am your believer, Lady Goddess."
It comes from the nostalgia for life and the longing for the story of Styx to happen again.
Which one is your true self?
Liu Sanyue actually didn't know.
The two Liu Sanyue may be looking at the sky together, or they may be looking at the false capital together, waiting for a sword cultivator from the false capital to ignite the divine sea with a sword.
