The evening of Shanyue is probably also broken, the smoke and clouds are gentle, and the twilight is hanging everywhere.
There is a white moon, as pale as the face of the world, looming in the eastern sky.
The prime minister lowered his head and looked around on the stone slabs on the street that reflected the glow.
Liu Qinghe looked at him curiously and asked, "What are you doing?"
The prime minister threw the empty wine bottle aside, and while searching for it, he said: "You also know that I, the prime minister, can't live without wine for a moment. A drunkard is looking around, so of course he is looking for wine to drink."
Liu Qinghe nodded with sudden realization.
The prime minister sighed and said, "I didn't expect you would come so soon."
Liu Qinghe just stood there with a slight smile, looking at the scholar's hunched back on the street at dusk, and said slowly: "Are you really ignorant or are you pretending not to know?"
The prime minister said calmly: "I really don't know."
Liu Qinghe didn't say anything. His eyes scanned the long street for a week, and then stopped somewhere, where there was a bottle of spilled wine.
"There."
Liu Qinghe pointed in that direction.
The Prime Minister turned around and looked over, then slowly walked over and picked it up. Unfortunately, the bottle of wine was knocked to the ground and a lot of it was poured over. The Prime Minister looked at the drinks on the wall of the pot with some regret. , but after all, he didn't behave like licking the drinks - if Liu Qinghe wasn't here, he would probably do this.
It's just that you always have to leave some dignity in front of others.
When a scholar has holes in his socks, he never takes off his shoes outside, preferring to say that his feet smell.
The scholar returned to the street with the jug of wine, and stood there with Liu Qinghe. After thinking for a while, he finally decided to sit down. Why should he stand and pretend to be romantic when death was imminent?
The Prime Minister crossed his legs, took a swig from the wine bottle, and then raised his head to look up at the sky. The traces of the sword were still there, and the dusk sky was hanging down. However, the sword marks were like mountains. As clear as a falling stream.
"This sword..."
Qing Xiang squinted his eyes and looked there, and said softly.
Liu Qinghe said very calmly: "Mo Jian Ya Sword Intent."
Qing Xiang nodded thoughtfully, then turned his head and looked at the man sweeping the fallen flowers in the pear garden for a long time in Huaidu.
After a long time, the scholar in white turned back and looked at the streets of Shanyue City quietly.
Those mountain fires are still going on, but with the end of those sword lights, the momentum of the mountain fires is far less vigorous than before, and they are swaying in the dusk, like some autumn leaves.
The prime minister looked at it for a long time and then said slowly: "It seems that you have practiced the flower-piercing sword for a long time."
This scholar probably remembered a young man practicing swordsman that he saw in the courtyard.
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "It won't be too long, two hundred years."
The great demon who had lived for a thousand years smiled softly and said, "It's really not that long."
Hearing this laughter, Liu Qinghe looked back at the Prime Minister, then turned back, stood there and said lightly: "It seems you have guessed something."
The prime minister said melancholy: "I didn't say anything."
Silence fell on the long street.
Liu Qinghe looked at the gentlemen of Xuansheyuan who were staying in the streets in twos and threes for a long time and said slowly: "They are all going to die, so when you brought them here from the south, did you ever think about it?" Will it get to this point?"
The prime minister said calmly: "Why should the prison master ask more about such a painful thing? Since I am already going to die, why don't you give me some more time to calm down."
Liu Qinghe chuckled softly and said: "I have been drinking alcohol for a lifetime, and I have developed alcoholic jaundice. To be honest, a thousand-year-old demon with such a powerful demon power has overwhelmed his liver and given birth to disease." , I really can’t imagine how much alcohol you have drank in your life. Isn’t this enough to calm you down?”
Qing Xiang looked at the world quietly.
"Prison Master, do you drink?"
Liu Qinghe laughed softly and said: "A certain person has never been able to drink alcohol in his life, so he had to cook wine."
The prime minister snorted for no reason and said, "How can anyone who cooks wine not drink at all?"
Liu Qinghe just smiled.
"If the world doesn't see it, they naturally have no evidence."
The prime minister said nothing more and sat there quietly drinking his wine.
The twilight of the human world gradually faded from the sky, and only the sword mark remained. It was hard to imagine that this was a sword casually thrown into the sky by such a smiling Lord of Hell.
Therefore, it is probably not unreasonable for Kamigawa to be able to leave Huaidu with peace of mind.
The mountain moon is slowly rising from the east to the heights.
The Prime Minister looked around the world and said softly: "Where are the thirteen anchor points Jikuo Master now?"
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "We can't tell the dean about this. After all, they are just ordinary people."
The prime minister was silent for a while and said softly: "Does the prison master think that I still have any hope of living?"
Liu Qinghe looked at the people in the mountain city and said calmly: "The dean may not make a living for himself, but he may not want to make a living for them."
The Prime Minister was silent for a long time, then raised his hand to lift the wine bottle.
Held in the gloomy twilight, it looked like a dark fruit with red awns on the edge.
Dao Wen began to flow out from under the scholar's white clothes. The wine bottle in the scholar's hand suddenly shattered, revealing the hand underneath that had grasped the Dao Jue at some point.
The slightly turbid mountain city wine splashed away under the dusk.
Liu Qinghe stood there calmly, letting the drinks fall on him, turning into chains shining with golden light, and said softly: "I don't want to do anything, Prime Minister."
The Prime Minister held the Tao Jue, sat there, and said softly: "I can be buried with the story of the world, but the thousand-year savings of Xuansheyuan, I don't want to see them all buried here."
"If you don't want to watch them die, why bother?"
The scholar in white sat there with a dejected look on his face, looking at the sunset in the sky. His hand that made the secrets suddenly dropped, and there seemed to be a sound between heaven and earth, like the sound of some chimes and gongs closing.
"Because I, the Prime Minister, know that I was wrong."
The scholar's belated regret fell into the world in those words.
What fell with it were some Taoist texts with ancient rhymes.
With such a scholar as the starting point, countless Taoist texts fall like water waves to the entire Qingshan world.
Everyone in the city looked at the sky blankly, not knowing what was happening in this mountain city.
Liu Qinghe squinted his eyes and quietly watched the Taoist ripples spreading to the world, and said softly: "You can't find them."
The Prime Minister looked at the Taoist ripples that spread for hundreds of miles without any fluctuation. He was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Why?"
Liu Qinghe calmly stretched out his hand from the sleeve of the black robe, pointed it like a sword, and slid vertically from the chain-like Taoist inscriptions on the robe. The golden Taoist inscriptions melted away extremely quickly and dispersed in the world. between.
The Lord of Hell cut through the restraints of the Prime Minister, and then calmly raised his hand and pointed to the sky on earth.
"Because they are not alive."
As these words fell, the Prime Minister seemed to hear an extremely clear and crisp voice, falling from the sky.
The scholar raised his head in a daze and looked at the twilight sky. Some of them were dimming, but there were some very bright things that were falling slowly. Since Liu Qinghe sent that sword earlier, the whole world has been affected. In the sky, the trace of sword intention that had been left for a long time fell down.
It was like an extremely bright moonlight, or like a fairy sword that someone in the sky had accidentally dropped.
Falling from the sky with an extremely awe-inspiring white light, it just fell into such a city in the mountain in a flash.
Right in front of the Prime Minister.
This big demon in white clothes finally saw clearly what such a thing looked like.
Not a sword.
But it is an extremely delicate feathered arrow.
The arrowhead has been nailed into the stone slab of the long street, and the tail feathers are trembling slightly there. An extremely awe-inspiring power spreads out from it, covering a ten-mile radius in an instant.
The prime minister looked at the white-feathered arrow in silence for a long time, and then said softly: "Is this the arrow from Yi's bow?"
Liu Qinghe shook his head calmly and said softly: "This is just an anchor point."
As these words fell, an extremely rapid mechanical sound buzzed from the arrow shaft, the tail feathers of the arrow suddenly cracked, and a mighty force pushed away some nearby ones, and then the whole Each arrow split apart, and an extremely pure white air flow spurted out from it, turning into a white beam of light that shot straight into the sky.
The Lord of Hell looked at the place where the feather arrow disappeared with a slight smile.
"That's it, he's set the first anchor."
The Prime Minister stood up in silence, lowered his head and looked for a long time at the white air currents that seemed to be emitting some kind of signal, and then raised his head to look up at the sky, overturning the night wall outside the green mountains. The world where the war suddenly ceased seemed extremely peaceful at dusk, but the white beam of light breaking through the clouds was obviously a sign that something was about to fall.
The Prime Minister looked at it for a while, and then said softly: "If I were a sword cultivator, when I saw these extremely dangerous white air currents, I could turn into sword light and escape far away. Dayi's bow is a bit too slow. It’s not even as fast as the chants from those who are in the witchcraft and ghost realm.”
Liu Qinghe raised his head and looked at the human world in the mountain city. Indeed, as the Prime Minister said, in this broken green mountain city, many sword lights have resurfaced above the human world. He looked at such a strange place with hesitation. The white light beam is located.
"This is the first time that the world has seen Dayi's bow, but it is also the first time that Huaidu has sent Dayi's bow to the world."
Liu Qinghe said very calmly.
"There are many things that need to be confirmed bit by bit. Once you become proficient, you won't need to be so cumbersome."
The Lord of Hell raised his hand towards the human world, and the ownerless sword was absorbed and fell into his hand.
Qing Xiang looked at Liu Qinghe quietly, not knowing what he was going to do.
Of course Liu Qinghe didn't do anything, he just held the long sword in front of him, raised his hand to slowly brush the sword, and then raised his hand to send it away from this place.
The two of them watched the disappearing sword light quietly.
"Sword cultivators can go very far, but Dayi's bow can only go further than them."
Qing Xiang stood there silently. Although he had a lot of confusion about many things in front of him, the charm of Taoism still remained.
Following the two men's overlooking swords, there was a second white light falling from the sky. This time it fell due north of Shanyue City. Just like what the Prime Minister had seen before, there was a second white light again. A white beam of light shot straight into the sky.
Prime Minister Qing quietly looked at the anchor points that had just landed in Shanyue City. He was silent for a while and said slowly: "But Yi's bow cannot fall to the world at will."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly, stood at the end of the long street with his hands behind his hands, and said: "Yes, it is indeed like this. Under this world, the more powerful something is, the more it needs to be thoughtful. Of course, what Cong Ren said is Yes, the higher you go, the less free you are. You feel trembling, as if you are facing an abyss, or walking on thin ice. Your Majesty also thought for a long time on the Star-Zhaing Tower before deciding to shoot Yi's bow into the world for the first time. So if you really choose to live Turning into sword light, or controlling Dao Feng, or driving Wuhen, leaving Shanyue City, Dayi's bow will definitely not fall again."
The prime minister stood there for a long time, seeming to hear some hidden meaning in Liu Qinghe's words.
So the sword that had been sent to the distant world suddenly broke through the remaining twilight, returned to this long street, and landed in front of the two of them, whining softly.
"But the sword in my hand will fall. I don't want to do it, Prime Minister."
Such a very calm word fell lightly on this green mountain world.
The scholar in white stood there for a long time. During this short period of silence, several white lights once again fell towards the world, trapping such a city in the mountains.
Thirteen Dayi's bows, nine anchor points have landed in Shanyue City, and they surrounded the entire mountain city in all directions with the prime minister's location as the center.
Those extremely bright light pillars at dusk are slowly overflowing with brilliant white light, lighting up such a city in the mountains.
The Prime Minister sighed, looking at the stories that seemed to have settled, and said softly: "I suddenly remembered the scene of those sacred pillars standing outside the false capital during the Taiyi Spring Festival."
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Dao Dao will withdraw from the stage of history, not to mention those stories of gods and ghosts that are more ancient? In the past thousand years, your Xuansheyuan has also been conducting a lot of research. Naturally, you are also very clear that the power of the world is far away. It is better than anything else in the world. The people in heaven can do what people in the world can do when they step on the sea and reach the sky."
The Lord of Hell didn't know what he was thinking of, but he looked at the scholar in white with a solemn expression.
"Do you still remember the story of Jueli?"
Prime Minister Qing raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "The last dance of the ancient style of swordsmanship?"
More than a thousand years ago, the way of swordsmanship was born, and the ancient style of swordsmanship ended in the battle between a decisive swordsman and Mo Jianya Qinglian. Since then, the Sword Sect has prospered, overturning the dominant position of the Taoist Sect.
Liu Qinghe looked up at the sky and said slowly: "What is happening now may also be an extremely important node in a thousand years."
The Prime Minister stood there with a sigh, and said softly: "But I am not a master of the ancient style of swordsmanship. How can the Prime Minister be so virtuous and capable of shouldering the responsibility of opening the curtain of a thousand years?"
"Time is also destiny, and everything in the world is inevitable."
Liu Qinghe said calmly, watching the last anchor point fall towards the human world.
When that beam of light suddenly bloomed under the night as the last twilight disappeared, the Huaido Great Ape also turned around and walked calmly into the distance.
The scholar's white clothes moved in the night wind, and countless Taoist texts began to fall into the world.
"What's its name?"
The scholar turned around and asked softly about the Huaido Great Ape who was about to leave here.
Liu Qinghe paused slightly and looked up at the sky. In the night, there seemed to be something extremely powerful falling towards the world.
Like a sword falling from the sky.
But it's not a sword.
Not an arrow either.
"East wind."
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Its name is Dongfeng."
Such a name may remind some people of the red sword that the Human Sword Sect is extremely good at.
But such a name probably has nothing to do with Mahjong.
The prime minister didn't think about what such a name had to do with. Such a scholar also saw something that looked like a falling sword from the sky.
It was an existence with an extremely strange shape.
But overall, it is probably more arrow-shaped.
Liu Qinghe looked back at the scholar in white who was looking up at the sky.
Looking at the sword and breaking the crown, maybe it can also be the arrow breaking the crown.
So amidst the loud sound of the thirteen Great Yi's bows, the scholar's crown of this thousand-year-old demon fell on the long street.
"Purchase wine to the east wind, and let's be calm together..."
At the end, the scholar actually laughed. Ju held some wine scattered in the world, brought it to his lips and drank it in one gulp, while softly reciting a poem from the world.
"This year's flowers are more red than last year's. It's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. Thank you, dear sir, who do you know?"
The scholar sighed and shook his head, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and then all the smiles and sighs disappeared. He raised his hand in front of him again and pinched an extremely ancient Taoist secret.
Maybe what Liu Qinghe said was not unreasonable.
Today, all three views in the world are of later generations, and he is the only one who is the prime minister. He is one of the few people in the world who understands the art of ancient Taoism.
The work of thousands of scholars has been passed on to the present and the past.
Of course it's not a bad idea.
The mighty Taoist wind blows from the city with the moon on the green hills, and thousands of Taoist texts rise to the sky of the world, but it is like the east wind blowing thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blowing them down, and the stars are like rain.
This scholar in white clothes stands in the city of Qingshan, with golden light and Taoist scriptures flowing around him, carrying the ancient Taoist rhyme, and his whole person is as holy as a heavenly being.
The salvos of thirteen Yi's bows came from high in the sky in an instant.
However, at this most critical moment, the scholar suddenly heard a very childish voice.
"what is that?"
Qing Xiang opened his eyes in great shock and looked at the long street of mountains and moons.
There was a child with a muddy face on the street, standing fearfully in the dim light, looking up at the world that was about to be destroyed.
So at the moment when Yi's arrow called Dongfeng fell.
The scholar shed a tear.
