Chen Ziyu came with an umbrella in hand, her skirts fluttering like flowing waves.
The setting sun shone on her snow-white skin, as if giving it a golden glow, and three thousand black hair poured down like a waterfall, gently dancing in the north wind.
The entire Seoul Lake is filled with mist, steaming clouds, and misty rain, which is so beautiful.
The Xuanming True Water in Li Daoxuan's heart began to beat and seemed extremely active. He could feel the power of Chang'an's water surge, and Seoul Lake seemed to have turned into Yunmengze.
The two looked at each other, their eyes colliding through the mist.
It has been six years since Sister Yu cultivated the Lotus Dharmakaya and became the goddess of Xiaoxiang. She has a priestly role and cannot leave easily, otherwise there will be heavy rains in the eight states in the south of the Yangtze River, and there will be worries about floods in the long run.
This is also the disadvantage of practicing Shinto practice. Once you wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
Therefore, every time Li Daoxuan left the customs, Chen Ziyu would come to Chang'an. Wherever he went, there was a storm.
There is often drought in the north, so it can be regarded as bringing rain to the land of the Tang Dynasty.
The two have feelings for each other, but they can only get together once every six months. It feels like they are two different people, like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting each other on Chinese Valentine's Day.
But Li Daoxuan is neither a cowherd nor a mortal.
He took a step forward, and the water mist on Seoul Lake dispersed automatically. The drizzle avoided him for three feet, and the lake water was like a lotus platform, automatically lifting his steps.
Chang'an is his home field, and with the blessing of Xuan Ming Zhen Shui, Zhen Lun's ability to control the power of water may not be as good as that of Sister Yu, the goddess of Xiaoxiang.
As the two approached, Chen Ziyu slowly raised her eyes.
She is a typical cold and classical beauty, with a kind of indifference from her bones, indifference to the world, indifference to life and death.
Only when looking at Li Daoxuan, that indifference will subside.
Whether it was the red-clothed fierce ghost or the current God of Xiaoxiang, the coldness in his bones has not changed, but has become stronger.
The water on the Seoul Lake surged, and a white-haired old man appeared and quickly bowed to Chen Ziyu.
"The little god Dai Tang has met the Imperial Master and the Empress Xiaoxiang, and is waiting for the Empress to welcome you——"
Chen Ziyu's eyes were indifferent, her thin lips were slightly opened, and she uttered one word.
"roll."
The rain came suddenly, and the lake stirred up waves, forming a huge whirlpool with the lake god Dai Tang as the center. The power of the water turned into an invisible dragon and swallowed Dai Tang.
The majestic Lake God of Seoul was actually flooded by the lake he was in charge of. He fell to the bottom of the lake, as if he was sealed.
Xiaoxiang is the longest river in the eight states in the south of the Yangtze River, with a total length of nearly two thousand miles. It is the main tributary of the Yangtze River. In front of Chen Ziyu, the goddess of Xiaoxiang, the Seoul Lake God really has no power to fight back.
How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon?
It can only be said that Dai Tang's eyesight is a bit poor. He was originally a ghost and god in the Green Underworld. He was promoted to the Lake God of Seoul by the Queen in Qingyi. He wanted to curry favor with this saint in the Green Underworld, but he didn't want the other person to be uneducated at all...
"Empress Xiaoxiang is majestic, and this junior Li Daoxuan is polite."
Li Daoxuan stepped forward and joked.
Chen Ziyu was stunned for a moment, and then a smile flashed in her eyes. She didn't speak, but the rain around her became smaller and smaller.
"Hold an umbrella."
She skillfully handed the umbrella in her hand to Li Daoxuan. This was her natal magic weapon, refined from the ninth-grade lotus flower that gave birth to her. She would never give it to anyone else except her master and Li Daoxuan.
Li Daoxuan held an umbrella for him and looked at Sister Yu at the same time, keeping his eyes on her face.
"What's wrong?"
she asked softly.
"Nothing, I just think you look better."
After not seeing each other for half a year, Sister Yu's cultivation level is getting higher and higher, and she has become a being in the late stage of Yang Shen.
The lotus body is inherently flawless and pure. Coupled with her profound cultivation, she absorbs the power of water veins and the essence of the sun and the moon all year round. Her skin is as smooth as jade, and there is an indescribable charm between her eyebrows. Unique charm.
Bright as the moon, as clear as glass.
It is somewhat similar to Qing Ni, but less holy and more cold than Qing Ni.
It can only be said that they are worthy of master and apprentice. Even if they were placed in Yaochi Feng Pavilion, few fairies could compare with this pair of lotus beauties.
The two were walking side by side. Suddenly, Chen Ziyu frowned slightly, approached Li Daoxuan, and sniffed him lightly.
"What's wrong?"
Li Daoxuan smelled his sleeves, and there was no peculiar smell.
In order to meet Sister Yu, he even took a bath and burned incense in the small courtyard of Xuandu. Besides, the Qinglian Treasure Clothes can automatically clean up the dirt, making people spotless. How can there be any odor?
Moreover, he has profound Taoism and extremely high body-refining skills. His body has long since returned to its innate state, and is free from dirt. Even if he jumps into the mud, it will not be stained with the smell.
Chen Ziyu looked at him with a strange look and said, "Your clothes... smell like master."
Boom!
Li Daoxuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. In broad daylight, a layer of chill came up behind him.
My clothes...have the smell of Qingni?
How can this be!
Since the last separation, he and Qing Ni had only seen each other in the mirror in the past five years, and had never had any real contact. Once, after he came out of seclusion, he went to the Qing Underworld specifically to see his empress.
But his mother-in-law told him that the empress was at a critical stage of spiritual practice and would not see guests in seclusion.
He waited for nine days but still didn't see his empress coming out of seclusion, so he had no choice but to give up.
Chen Ziyu smelled it again and said: "It is indeed the smell of Master, and it is very strong. Others may not be able to detect it, but Master and I are practicing Lotus Dharmakaya, and we will never go wrong!"
After a pause, she looked at Li Daoxuan suspiciously, as if she was guessing something.
Li Dao
Chen Ziyu seemed to have thought of something, her eyes trembled, and she looked at Li Daoxuan in disbelief.
Li Daoxuan's whole body was tense, and his hands in his sleeves were clenched.
It's over, it's really over now, Sister Yu can see it!
What would Sister Yu think if she knew that she also had an ambiguous relationship with her master?
There won't be a flood in Chang'an...
With Sister Yu’s character, it’s hard to say what kind of things she would do. Could it be that King Le Hai is about to capsize today?
Chen Ziyu was very sure: "I see, it seems that Master sewed this dress for you with his own hands, and also sewed his own lotus shed into it!"
Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment.
Chen Ziyu thought he didn't understand, so she explained: "If you want to cultivate the Lotus Dharmakaya, you have to go to the lotus. What gave birth to me was a ninth-grade golden lotus. After I was born, the golden lotus shed became my birth lotus." umbrella."
"Master was given birth to an eighth-grade blue lotus, but her lotus shed has never been used. Unexpectedly, Master sewed it into her clothes..."
She said thoughtfully: "No wonder the last time I saw Master, she was reading a book on how to make clothes and sew. When she saw me, she closed the book and closed it."
"It turns out that master wants to give you a treasured dress. She is so kind to us!"
Li Daoxuan stroked the green lotus clothes on his body, and a complicated feeling emerged in his heart.
No wonder the Luoyue Immortal Robe, which was originally only a high-grade magic weapon, soared into a high-grade spiritual treasure and turned into a snow-blue color...
Qing Ni, however, remained silent and gave all the credit to her mother-in-law.
It is most difficult to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman.
Just as he was dazed, a soft, snowy jade hand slipped into his hand.
"Li Daoxuan, I want to eat candied haws."
Her voice was very cold, but her words sounded like those of a child next door.
Li Dao
…
Smoke and rain cover Chang'an.
The people in the city were still in full swing, with no thought of going home.
This kind of drizzle, for northerners, sometimes they don't even have the desire to hold an umbrella. They even feel very refreshed when they are caught by the rain and blown by the breeze.
Li Daoxuan and Chen Ziyu walked side by side on the streets of Chang'an.
Pedestrians passing by turned a blind eye to them, and even passed by their figures.
Mortal bodies are not suitable to look directly at gods. With Chen Ziyu's cultivation, if he appears as a saint in the human world, it will not be a good thing for these people.
Li Daoxuan took a candied haws and handed it to Sister Yu, then quietly left a few pennies.
It wasn't until sunset that the two of them stopped.
A singing voice sounded from the distant attic, melodious and melodious, attracting many people to cheer.
"Divide my Xiaoxiang River, moisten the fields south of the Yangtze River, embrace the bright moon above the clouds, and live in a fairy palace under the water..."
Is this... singing?
No, it’s not opera, because opera had not officially appeared during the Tang Dynasty and was in the formative stage of opera. This should be a big opera and the prototype of opera.
Li Daoxuan's eyes moved and he said with a smile: "Sister Yu, this song seems to be sung by you. Let's go and see it together?"
Chen Ziyu also became interested. The two walked into the attic and found that many people were already sitting here. The person singing on the stage was a young woman, but the strange thing was that she always had her back to everyone.
The sound is clear and melodious, very beautiful.
What she sang was "Xiaoxiang Wind and Rain", a song specially written for Chen Ziyu, the goddess of Xiaoxiang. It was popular in the south of the Yangtze River and praised the goddess for combing the water veins and regulating wind and rain.
In recent years, Chen Ziyu's reputation has become more and more famous in the eight states in the south of the Yangtze River. With more and more believers, it is natural that some people will leave poems, compose music and praise her.
This song "Xiaoxiang Wind and Rain" is one of them. It is divided into four sections. The woman has already sang to the end of the third section.
After the third verse, the woman on the stage still did not turn around.
This made the audience below a little reluctant, and they all cheered and asked her to turn around and sing.
The woman hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the shouts from the audience and turned around.
In an instant, countless people gasped.
I saw that the woman with a graceful figure who played the goddess of Xiaoxiang had severe burns on her face, which could not be covered even with thick makeup, and she looked extremely oozing.
"Bah, I had to dare to turn around, it turned out to be an ugly monster!"
"Unlucky, really unlucky!"
"Is such a monster worthy of playing the role of the Xiaoxiang goddess?"
There was a constant stream of shouting and cursing.
The woman on the stage had red eyes and clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh.
She was full of grievances, but still did not refute. Instead, she controlled her inner emotions and prepared to continue singing the fourth verse of "Xiaoxiang Wind and Rain".
But the people in the audience turned and left one after another, and after a while, the venue was empty.
The woman stood there, her eyes blank.
Li Daoxuan sighed softly, held Sister Yu's hand, and prepared to stand up and leave.
But at this moment, a loud and clear voice sounded.
"The wind and rain are swaying, the world is in peace, the Xiang River ruthlessly divides the land, the thunder, rain and dew are all kindness..."
Li Daoxuan sat down again. He saw Sister Yu staring at the woman on the stage very seriously.
Facing the empty stage, the woman adjusted her mood, endured her grievance, and continued to sing hard.
As soon as the play begins, people from all directions come to listen, one is a human, three are ghosts, and four are gods.
The master who taught her to sing Daqu once said that once you open your voice, you can't stop. The visible people are gone, and there may be invisible ghosts and gods listening.
The more she sang, the more immersed she became, her voice became clearer and melodious, and she was completely immersed in the music.
Whether it was an illusion or not, at the moment when the song ended, she seemed to hear the sound of someone clapping, and two figures appeared in front of her eyes.
They were shrouded in a dazzling light, and they could only be vaguely seen as a man and a woman, their auras were ethereal and ethereal.
The man nodded and smiled at her, then took the hand of the woman next to him, held up his umbrella and walked into the rain curtain, gradually disappearing.
She shuddered suddenly, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that the surroundings were empty, with no men or women at all.
Did I see it wrong?
She felt a little scared and hurried to remove her makeup, but when she glanced at the bronze mirror, she couldn't help but froze, her whole body trembling with excitement.
The face in the bronze mirror is clean and beautiful. Where is there any trace of burns?
…
Outside Chang'an City.
Li Daoxuan looked at Chen Ziyu who was deep in thought and said with a smile: "Sister Yu, how is this play?"
"I don't like it when someone sings about me."
Chen Ziyu shook her head and added: "But I don't like people who sing about me to be laughed at by others..."
Her mood is a bit complicated. She has always had no sense of belonging to the Xiaoxiang water veins. She performs her priestly duties in order to practice with the power of the water veins and incense, and then return to Li Daoxuan as soon as possible.
But today's scene made her a little moved.
"So Sister Yu, you finally gave her a water power to help her regain her appearance. This is a good story."
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Chen Ziyu looked at him and said seriously: "If you feel tired, come back to Xiaoxiang with me. As before, I will protect you."
Li Daoxuan looked at her blankly.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while, Chen Ziyu stepped forward and said, with undisguised concern in her eyes as cold as autumn water.
Li Daoxuan slowly opened his arms and held her in his arms.
The waist is as thin as a willow, and the fragrance is astonishing.
Three thousand blue silks are as smooth and delicate as satin.
Chen Ziyu did not resist, and gently leaned her head on Li Daoxuan's shoulder, wrapping her jade hands around his waist.
Neither of them spoke, and they hugged each other quietly for a while.
Night falls and the stars are lonely.
Li Daoxuan knew that it was time for Sister Yu to leave, and she had to rush back to Xiaoxiang before dawn.
"I'm going to retreat and try to become an immortal. Master said that when I become an immortal, I can try to master the water veins of the Yangtze River. By then, the world is so big that wherever you go, the river will flow. "
After a pause, she continued: "After I become an immortal, the Lotus Dharmakaya will mature. If you haven't become an immortal yet, I can help you..."
The cicadas chirped faintly.
She was not a person who liked to talk, but she gave Li Daoxuan a lot of advice.
The stars dimmed.
In the end, Li Daoxuan stood alone outside Chang'an City, watching the direction Chen Ziyu left, and stood there for a long time.
The mist and rain in Chang'an have dispersed.
…
(End of chapter)
