"Why are you so dazed? She has left long ago. I think you are just coveting her beauty, so you insist on saving her. That's right. As the saying goes, Miao women dare to love and hate. Are you thinking about her? It’s said that great kindness and virtue can only be expressed with one’s body, tsk tsk tsk...”
Hua Qing'er stood behind Qing Ya, leaning on her toes and placing her chin on his shoulder, reading the message on the letter and teasing Qing Ya.
Whenever he said this to him, he would blush and deny it with all his strength, and could no longer find the courage to talk back to him, just like a lost puppy.
But something seems wrong today.
"Yes, it's a pity. Now that the little beauty is gone, what should we do?"
Qing Ya turned around and shook the silver bracelet in his hand. The two of them were leaning against each other, but now they are even closer.
"Eh? Whose girl is this? How could she be so beautiful? Why don't we kidnap her?"
Hua Qing'er stepped back continuously, and Qing Ya followed closely. After two or three steps, Hua Qing'er was leaning on the door frame. Qing Ya put her right hand on the door, stopping her from trying to escape, and slowly close to her face.
The morning sun broke through the clouds, shining orange-red sunlight on Hua Qing'er's jade-like cheeks. Her eyelashes fluttered, just like her panicked heart.
She was timidly and excitedly looking forward to what would happen next. Just when she wanted to close her eyes, she felt a chill on her wrist. It was Qingya who put the silver bracelet on her wrist. Then he let go of himself.
"That's it."
Hua Qing'er turned and played with the bracelet on her wrist, muttering in her mouth, seeming a little disappointed.
"Then what else is there? In other words, Qing'er, what else do you want?"
Qingya looked innocent and teased her very innocently.
"snort."
I dug a trap but jumped into it myself. Hua Qing'er could only leave a harsh word and run away. When I regain my strength, I will come back to kill your majesty.
Today's sunshine seemed to just come out for a walk, and soon hid behind the clouds. Under the changing wind and clouds, thick clouds piled up over Chang'an City again, and it seemed like it was going to snow heavily again.
Daming Palace, Hanyuan Hall.
In the past few days, the emperor gave up the daily morning court and locked himself in the main hall all day long, without food or tea. Over the next few days, hundreds of civil and military officials kneeling in front of Hanyuan Palace lined up in several rows, admonishing His Majesty to take care of the dragon body, as if they were all loyal and patriotic pillars of the dynasty.
But no matter how much they kneel and break their legs, or shout until their voices become hoarse, the emperor will not hear them.
More than ten feet underground in Hanyuan Hall, a man-made deep pit occupies the entire underground space. Looking down from top to bottom, nine underground water lakes are connected end to end, and in the center of these lakes, there is still a A bottomless cave with no idea where it leads.
This empty and huge pit is as big as half the palace. The courtiers who come and go every day are stepping on the empty land.
At this moment, on the periphery of these lakes, long lines of people are constantly flowing. On the edge of the broad lake, their figures are like ants under the feet of elephants.
Wearing black robes, they walked to the lake one by one and poured various liquids from the porcelain bottles in their hands into the lake.
After a while, layers of mucus appeared from under each lake. They were of different colors, just like the liquid poured into the lake.
Soon, the nine lakes were dyed in nine colors.
Everyone standing by the lake raised their arms and cheered when they saw this scene, and sang mysterious songs in unison in an incomprehensible language.
That is not a song to celebrate the harvest, nor is it a song to pray for health. Its melody is like the whisper of the devil under the abyss, tempting ignorant people to open the shackles that seal it, with false fantasies, like a desperate elegy.
Maybe their sacrificial songs really sensed something, but eight of the originally calm nine-color lakes suddenly boiled, and only the cyan lake remained without any fluctuations.
But those people didn't care about these slight flaws at all. They were even more excited, raising their arms and shouting around the lake. Many people fell into the lake, but they seemed to be fixed in their thoughts and continued to cheer and sink into the lake. Under the lake.
When they sank, their hands were still waving excitedly, and even the men in black standing on the shore fell one after another in the violent carnival, like the sickle of death cutting through the rice fields of life. They lost their vitality in patches.
The bubbles rising in the lake are getting bigger and bigger, as if something is about to emerge from the lake of unknown depth.
And just as terrible changes were taking place underground, the clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and the oppressive water vapor finally couldn't hold on anymore, turning into pieces of goose feathers and heavy snow falling one after another under the blow of the cold wind.
However, the heavy snow that fell this time was not pure white, but with a hint of lonely dry ash.
The snow that had not yet melted was covered with new snowflakes. In less than half an hour, the splendid and prosperous Chang'an City seemed to have been stripped of its brilliant colors, leaving only a continuous gray and white color.
Mountains and rivers are losing their color, sudden changes are occurring, and a depressing storm is brewing over Chang'an City.
At first, people were surprised by the gray snowflakes that they had never seen before, and they went out one after another to watch this rare spectacle. Many literati and poets also expressed their feelings, and there were many wonderful sentences for a while. Many masterpieces were produced, and it was their poems that witnessed the first crisis in Chang'an City in more than three hundred years.
As the snow fell heavier and heavier, people outdoors gradually felt extremely cold. No matter how thick their coats were, they could not stop the cold air from entering. As a last resort, they had to go back inside.
Under the snow that no one saw, the gray snow was like a plant taking root. Sections of tiny rhizomes stretched out downwards, passing through the original white snow layer and piercing into the blue bricks on the ground. Gray nine-petal flowers bloom under the snow.
At Da Ci'en Temple, the sound of chanting all day long spread throughout the branches of the mountain. The gray snow seemed to be avoiding something, avoiding the sky above Da Ci'en Temple and drifting to other places.
A young Taoist wearing a green Taoist robe and holding a floating dust in his hand walked through the pagodas and knocked on the door of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda that had been closed for a long time.
Climbing up the spiral staircase, he used the dust in his hands to sweep away the flying dust and smoke. It seemed that no one had been here for a long time.
On the top floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, there is not a golden statue of Buddha, but layers of bookshelves crowding the small space. At the end of the bookshelf, on a dusty table, there are still several unannotated volumes. Buddhist scriptures, the candle lamp in front of the table is burning with an eternal flame, but no one can continue to write the pen that has been put aside.
"Senior brother, we haven't seen each other for so many years. How are you?"
He was talking to the wall behind the desk on the top of the deserted tower. He was in a trance when he saw the relief carved on the wall. The immortal man carved in the painting jumped out of the painting and walked down the wall.
As soon as he landed on the ground, the immortal waved his long sleeves, and in an instant he returned to his youthful appearance, looking as if he were lifting up the clouds, looking aloof.
"When I was young and frivolous, I relied on myself to learn a few deduction skills, so I wanted to peek into the sky. The prophecy I made casually that day has become the cause of today's disaster. Chunfeng, the longer we stay in the world, the cause and effect of the world will be It will become even more chaotic. It has been more than three hundred years, and you still don’t want to leave?"
"Brother, in the past three hundred years, I have not dared to interfere in any right or wrong in the world. It's just that today's disaster was caused by the two of us. Chunfeng can never sit idly by and ignore it. I sincerely ask my senior brother to work with me to help the people of Ancheng to survive the dawn." this crisis.”
Li Chunfeng humbly bent down and begged his senior brother for help, but still received no response.
Three hundred years ago, brothers Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng were the most talented people in ancient and modern times. After finding the answer to the way of heaven, they successfully survived the catastrophe and completely got rid of the shackles of mortal bodies.
But the immortal road was nowhere to be found. After all, they did not transform into real immortal bodies. In order to find the lost immortal road, they reincarnated into two magicians, placing their hope in Chang'an City, the end of the Kunlun Dragon Vein in the world, hoping to find the path to the immortal body. The key to the fairy road.
But they didn't want to completely interfere with the order of the world because of a calculation. Even if they didn't reveal it, they were still suppressed by the law of heaven.
Their cultivation as half-step immortals was limited, and their chances of pursuing the path to immortality became increasingly slim.
Yuan Tiangang was disheartened, so he turned around and plunged into the sea of books to express his feelings in the words, and he felt free and happy. As time went by, he found that the joy here was not even better than searching for immortals and asking questions. So I stayed in the book for three hundred years.
But Li Chunfeng has always been brooding about what happened back then. Over the years, he has been observing the trajectory of Fuxia's national destiny. He does not dare to cause and effect anything in the world. Only when he sees the man coming with a black sword... When he was a teenager, he once again felt the state of mind he had when he uttered that prophecy. It was a feeling that was obviously false, but still felt extremely true.
The prophecy was false, but the disaster was really coming, and the prophesied sword came to Chang'an as scheduled. There was God's will in the dark, and even if they transcended the mortal body, they still could not escape the pull of fate.
"Senior Brother, I saw the Ying Jie Sword a few days ago."
When he didn't get a response, Li Chunfeng started talking about other topics.
"Oh? This person is actually here. Tell me, who is the hero that God specially fabricated for this lie?"
Yuan Tiangang also became interested, and the two sat on the floor and chatted freely again.
"Senior brother, do you still remember Tianyun?"
"Of course I can't forget it. Back then, I was so arrogant that I went to Tianyun to challenge as a half-immortal. I thought I was invincible, but was sent flying thousands of miles away by the master. It was really embarrassing. But to this day, I still can’t understand why a person who is in the Great Perfection Stage of Tribulation can easily defeat two demi-immortals?”
