I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods
Chapter 147 Baitao was arrested
three days ago.
During the vigorous confrontation between the Qin and Chu armies.
On a normal night in the palace, Baitao received news from a snow wolf during the full moon. It said that according to the guidance of the stars and the sacrifices of the wolf tribe, her brother was now at the location of Ying Shou Ying in the Chu Kingdom.
She bestows protection and fury on the wolves, protecting them from being hunted and killed by hunters.
Wolves are a loyal pack.
It was impossible to lie to her.
When Baitao heard the news, his mind went blank.
I don’t know how many years have passed, even the former Purple Mountain may have undergone several new changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It may be very long, or it may be so long that it only lasts a moment.
She looked up.
Looking at the moonlight.
The handsome brother stood vaguely under the bodhi tree. The light spots leaked from the branches and fell on his silver hair. Even his cold and clear face was dyed with a gentle brilliance.
When he saw her, he turned around and said angrily: "Little guy, you are naughty again."
"Brother, where are you and how can I find you?"
The distant and swaying shadow did not answer. He did not teach her the answer this time.
Hundreds of years.
From the moment she opened her eyes, Brother A began to teach her.
Tell her the answer to everything in this world.
The water is soft and flowing, the flowers are weak and swaying, and everything will bloom and wither in season. Everything follows the laws of the sky. He taught her to feel these flavors, feel these laws, and taught her to become The bravest and most powerful little fox goes to fight against this world full of appetites.
The handsome brother stood vaguely in front of him.
He is still laughing.
A long and clear sigh overflowed from his mouth, a thin, hoarse call.
"brat."
Baitao seemed to have turned into the little Tushan fox before, with her tail curled and amber eyes open, paws picking at the dead leaves, and listening to his teachings without any worries.
"Brother, do you not want me anymore?"
——"How could I not want you? You will always be my brother's treasure."
Tears fell from the tip of her nose. Baitao curled up on herself and cried silently. After a while, she wiped her face with her paws, bit her lip and stood up and said: "I won't cry. I have grown up a long time ago. I have eight tails." Great Aunt Fox.”
Eight tails, a thin line between becoming a god.
How powerful it should be.
The night wind swept into her mouth and nose like a powerful force, and Baitao took advantage of the moonlight, which was as bright as day, and her body movements were as smooth as a flying fairy from outside the sky and entered Ying Zheng's palace.
As soon as he entered the window, he saw him lying in his clothes, his brows were thinking, his eyes were slightly green, and there was a half-dried letter next to his hand.
Under the shadow of the moonlight, only the mandible line, as strong as a jade sculpture, was exposed.
Baitao let herself go.
Completely thrown into his warm embrace.
The vigilant Human Emperor frowned and was about to wake up, but she comforted him with a sticky voice, "Brother Zheng, it's me."
In the dream, he recognized her, his big palms clasped her slender waist, and a lazy and hoarse voice escaped from his throat: "Uh-huh."
"I'm going out, to...Chu Country."
He clenched his palms tightly: "."
Feeling the hot iron coming from the Human Emperor's body, the little fox put his forehead against his and whispered, "You'll be back soon, just in a while, okay?"
Ying Zheng frowned and struggled to wake up.
"It will be soon."
She lowered her head and lowered her eyebrows, her lips falling on his broad and strong shoulders, and then kissing his hot chest. Although there was a layer of fabric between them, she could feel the hideous scars left by him cutting her heart.
The love and compassion that had been fed to her bowl after bowl had long since penetrated into the bone marrow.
Heaven, you are high and deep blue, overlooking the common people, you are a hundred years old.
Have you ever felt love?
That's it.
The world outside the window shimmered like a sore heart, and Yiyi said goodbye: "Brother Zheng, it will be soon, Taotao is leaving."
After she left, the moonlight was like water, shining all over the place, shining on the strong and handsome man.
But after a moment, two pointed ears were exposed again in front of the window lattice, and it was the little fox who folded them back again.
Reluctant to leave.
She lay on the window and tilted her head to look at the sleeping face of her beloved man, and babbled, "Chu is a big country, and it will take a while to get there. Don't be angry, eat well, sleep well, and listen to the doctors. To regulate your body, you can’t hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. This is not good. You must..."
A bit verbose, like Brother Zheng to him.
Baitao pursed her lips, and when she turned to leave, she swung her tail and pounced on him.
She pressed her head against his chest and purred, "I will miss you very much."
*
Ying Zheng pushed the bamboo slips in front of him fiercely, raised his legs and kicked down the copper beast in front of him, until there was a "bang", and the heavy sound of the copper beast falling to the ground rang in everyone's heart.
There were blue veins popping up on his forehead, and the majestic anger spurted out, almost burning everything to ashes, "Send out all the spies dormant in the countries, look for it, even if you dig three feet in the ground, you will find it!"
Chu State, the capital of Ying.
White peaches stand on the street.
She had been besieged by Yingdu for more than ten days, as if she had walked into an ancient formation and could not get out for the rest of her life.
There are many shops, restaurants like clouds, beautiful women like a sea, and it is peaceful and bustling with people. In the corner, the owner of the knife-scarred fish and meat restaurant is noisy with a young man with broken hair and tattoos who speaks with an Ula Ula accent.
There was a group of Chu people around.
Baitao wears a fishbone mask and has a sword at her waist. She looks like a heroic heroine.
Now she was standing not far away watching the excitement.
He thought to himself that this arrogant and fearless young man would be hacked to death with a kitchen knife by thugs later.
He was hacked to death again.
really.
The moment the idea came to fruition, two or three shirtless, smelly men rushed out of the shabby fish restaurant.
With the strong man, you come and go between the fists.
The young man was slaughtered on the spot.
After a column of blood burst out, the bare-footed and thin tattooed young man twitched and fell into a pool of blood.
The boss came out and sighed: "You tell me, why would you risk your life if you eat a bowl of Chu country fish and rice?"
The thug next to him sneered: "Bah! You came here and you still want to eat for free and go back to your Lingnan."
"Just kill him without reporting it to the official?"
The extraordinary and noble people watching on the side explained: "What kind of official should I report to? They are Yue people. Their food has not changed from ancient times. They are barbarians. They eat human flesh and drink human blood. They came to our Chu country. They are very casual. They pick quarrels and cause trouble, but they can't kill people." Nod."
"Hoho, it turns out they are from Yue."
"Yeah, look carefully at the totem on his arm."
"You have no law and should be killed."
The voice became smaller and smaller, and Baitao turned around and walked away. There was a group of beggars on the street, begging for food with unkempt hair and moans coming from their mouths.
The sound of horse hooves is heard in the distance, a sea of people flows backwards like a mountain, and a luxurious carriage is accompanied by the fragrance of cinnamon and fragrant wood.
He rushed over with a loud bang.
The leading guard waved his deer-tail whip and shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way."
Countless dustpans and rice grains were thrown into the air. There was a lame man on the street, shivering and leaning on a wooden cane to get out of the way.
"Go away!"
The guard cursed angrily, whipped the horse severely, and rushed over shouting. However, the wheel of the carriage was hit by a stone in the air.
Four taels can exert a thousand catties of force.
The front hooves of the horses flew into the air, the carriage rolled over and fell apart, and the luxurious interior was thrown into a mess. Several guards who were driving also fell to the ground in a state of disgrace. They bent their knees and rolled several circles of yellow mud on the ground.
The crowd erupted in exclamations and fled in panic. Panic spread like boiling water.
Baitao retracted her hand and focused her gaze on the man who fell out of the car.
The male host, with a lingering weak royal aura, fell sideways into the mud and spread out his red robe with dragons and embroidered phoenixes.
The tips of his long and delicate fingers were bruised and bloody, and the half-outlined face looked like vermilion and azure in an ink painting.
The guards kowtowed and admitted their mistake, saying: "The sin of humble duty deserves death. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
The man struggled to sit up, turned the back of his hand, and looked at the bright red blood on his body in embarrassment.
Baitao smelled the smell of his blood carried by the wind, and her soft lips and tongue involuntarily pressed against her fangs and licked the corners of her mouth.
Wang Qi.
She cast her gaze towards the guard who was kowtowing to explain. This man would say the last words before his death.
"Your Majesty, the crime of humble duty deserves death, if this lame man hadn't blocked the way."
Before the lame man could finish his words, the man suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a dagger-like cold light shone on his face.
The guard knew that he had said the wrong thing. Sweat suddenly broke out from every pore, and even his voice trembled, "Your Majesty. Your Majesty."
The guards bent down to help the man sit in the wheelchair. It turned out that the man had difficulty with his legs and feet. He patted the dust on his sleeves, lowered his eyebrows and wiped his hands, "Cut off the feet and bring them up."
"Yes!"
The guards held the leader up, and soon another group of guards came over. The man was carried into a luxurious carriage, and his face was hidden in the curtains made of ivory and feathers.
But Baitao felt him turn around and cast a faint glance at her.
King Chu, bear the cud.
Dragonflies fluttered in bright colors back and forth on the street, and the air was filled with a humid, hot earthy smell.
Baitao went to the store and bought an oilcloth umbrella.
Soon.
It was supposed to be a downpour.
Beatings on the street, young men falling to the ground, noisy carriages, King Chu carrying cud, guards cutting off legs, and then the rain.
"Boom--" Everything that was supposed to happen, the second experience, also happened.
The cool rain was falling, and Baitao raised her little face and stretched out her hand. From the moment she entered the capital of Ying of the Chu Kingdom, it seemed that she had entered a certain formation that could use the capital as an formation to trap the evildoers and prevent them from getting out.
The Chu State, which is so charming to gods and ghosts, should not be underestimated.
How to break the formation now, and where is my brother?
There was no movement from the demon bell on her ankle. Baitao looked at the stirring dark clouds in the sky and the hanging water curtain, and sighed: "Hey——"
The pouring rain kept falling, and what caught the eye from the water curtain was a group of Chu girls with delicate willow waists and rich colors holding dancing and music-patterned cloth umbrellas.
Their skin is like white lead, and their lips are red.
The ends of the eyes are slender and raised upward, looking forward, conveying a delicate and delicate charm while the rhyme is not finished.
The people of Chu are not like the people of Qin. The people of Qin are rough and willing to annex and conquer, but the people of Chu are keen on enjoying luxury and long-term love.
They asked for blessings from the gods and were at the mercy of fate.
"Girls, twist your waist."
"promise."
Just like a snake at the beginning of spring, it stretched its soft waist and came out of the hole in a big way.
On the high pavilion, standing by the railings, were countless men with straight eyes and watery mouths. They heard them say, "Wow, it's like the goddess from the Nine Heavens descending to earth. If I can enjoy it, hehehe."
"What a beautiful thought. This is all for those scholar-bureaucrats. It's not your turn to scatter it."
"Scholar-bureaucrats don't necessarily have to be strangled, they have to be from the three families of Qu, Jing, and Zhao. Even the corners of their clothes must be wiped to death. Only these wealthy and aristocratic families are qualified. Bah, bah, bah, just feel free to hug your mother-in-law."
"I'm so envious. If a doctor takes a fancy to me, I have to take off my chicken feathers and become a phoenix."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Still the same words, with the same tone.
Baitao followed the group of dancers to Xianlefang, the hottest place in Chu State. The guard at the door stopped her. She skillfully took out the jade pendant she had picked up. It was in the shape of a dragon, a phoenix, and a panther. It was white and green, and the rope was covered with thorns. Prayer lines.
"It turns out to be the wine-making queen Zhanghu."
The guard was respectful and raised his hands, "Please take off your sword and sit down quickly."
She raised her chin lightly and walked in with an indifferent expression.
There are so many skirts and clogs inside, so elegant and unrestrained, so charming and fascinating.
Baitao chose a picture of a turtle and a crane and sat down at the long desk with the words "Longevity and Longevity" written on it. Her apricot eyes looked at the royal aura leaking out of the curtains on the third floor.
The first time I came here, I was attracted by the king's aura. Later, a dancing girl would show her favor and assassinate the king of Chu.
When the dancer was stabbed and fell to the ground.
The blood swam away from her eyes, and she returned to the street, experiencing what she had just experienced.
The king's energy in Xianlefang is the key, but how to break the formation? Is it necessary to kill King Chu?
But Wang Qi can easily bring monsters close to him.
Baitao involuntarily brought the wine glass to her lips, hesitated for a while and then put it down.
"Is it not to your taste?"
Next to her, a slender and thin young man sat kneeling. His posture was elegant, like a crane bending his neck, and his voice was as graceful as a musical instrument. He took her wine glass away from her, and then counted the numbers from the lacquer plate of the slave kneeling next to her. .
"On such a hot day, you need something to cool down. Why not have a cup of Qingxin to quench your thirst? This is incomparable to any nectar, nectar, or Chuli."
She looked to the side.
In addition to some high-ranking officials and nobles, there were also some ladies who were in charge of brewing wine. Their bodies were filled with the mellow smell of alcohol, their cheeks were red from drinking, and they were surrounded by three or five handsome young men.
Now they all raised their wine glasses and drank eight pieces of music, thanking Yi Di who was in charge of making wine, thanking the sky, and thanking the many gods and demons. "Immortal life! Only heaven can send down spirits! It will last for thousands of years!"
On the stage, bells, chimes, drums, zithers, yus and panpipes were playing in unison, and the Lower Riba people were singing and dancing in unison.
Baitao closed her eyes and nodded to the boy beside her, "No, you go down."
The young man knows the current affairs: "Yes."
The five tones are complex, the head is bent and the waist is bent. The dancer at the head is thin but has flesh and bones, and her waist is wrapped with a silver belt, which is too bright to be held.
Her voice is as loud as a ball dancing, and her dancing skills are unparalleled.
At the end of the dance, she stretched her hands to worship the sky, raised her feet, and a colorful bird flew from outside and landed smoothly on her shoulders.
She closed her eyes and touched her forehead with the bird in a pious and compassionate manner.
This scene made the musicians stop playing, and the noise in the hall suddenly stopped.
"God's will, God's will!"
"God comes to the world!"
"Quickly, bow down! Bless, bless!"
The people of Chu must bow to gods and ghosts, and must bow to all extraordinary and unexplainable deeds.
This kind of gesture of worshiping ghosts by chiefs and gods, in order to completely get rid of the ancestors' arduous struggle to open up the mountains and forests, is also a self-comfort to avoid danger and live in peace.
Baitao stroked the strange lacquer patterns on the document.
The corners of her lips were slightly curved.
really.
This dancer quickly attracted the attention of King Chu, and walked up to the third floor swaying with a shining silver waist.
The first time she sat back and did nothing, the dancer showed her tricks and failed to assassinate the King of Chu, but this time she couldn't ignore it after knowing that everything was a formation.
Baitao stood up, stepped over the crowd of people kneeling in prayer, and ducked to the third floor.
The dancing girl knelt down and said, "The daughter of the people pays homage to the king. Long live the king and have good luck."
"Pingshen." King Chu inside said with a slightly hoarse voice, "How can you make a bird fly and land on your shoulder obediently?"
The dancing girl looked shy and said, "Back to your Majesty, the folk girl is a descendant of the White Witch from Lingnan, and she knows some White Witchcraft to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters."
"Oh?"
The King of Chu was being pushed out of the curtain by his maid. His shadow was traced by the sunlight. Baitao could see it when he raised his head. The clear and delicate outline of his head was separated by almost no buffering lines. His ultimate power and position reflected him. His pride was stretched to the extreme.
"You are a descendant of the White Witch. Is there any way to help me stand up again? As long as you can do it, I will give you whatever you want."
The dancer lowered her eyes and stared at the ground and said, "Your Majesty, can you let the common women have a look?"
"come here."
He raised his hand, closed his eyes again and rubbed his brows.
The dancer crawled over on her knees, stretched out her hands to cover her knees, her slender neck slightly drooped, and she raised her eyes with a flowing look.
"Your Majesty's legs."
Negi Chu frowned slightly: "Finished."
She lowered her head and smiled ferociously, then pulled out the clasp of the soft sword on her back with her backhand, and pulled out the soft sword with lightning speed.
When the silver sword struck with a scorching eye, Fu Chu showed impatience, pulled out the dagger beside the wheelchair, and stabbed the dancer in the chest.
"court death!"
"You may never be able to stand up for eternity!"
Unexpectedly this time, King Chu's dagger seemed to be imprisoned and could not move forward for a long time. He was able to let the dancer finish her words. The long sword swept across the head of the cud bearer, and the blood spattered into spots.
The moment the head hits the ground.
Dancer.
The King of Chu and his maids disappeared together.
The formation has been broken, and the real storm is still behind.
Baitao came out from behind the curtain, held the Universe Peak in her hand and stepped in. Being able to use the city as a formation requires hundreds of years of precipitation.
She was alert in her heart, and there was a look of solemn determination in her soft brows.
But Chu people don't reward gods and respect ghosts, so why do they set up such a siege formation?
Really respectful, or profitable?
Full of thoughts and unable to figure out the thread, Baitao put his hand on the wheelchair where Ning Chu sat. There was a hidden buckle there. When he opened it, there was indeed a dagger. When he turned it left and right, it reflected the shape of King Chu Ning Chu's back gradually revealing.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, his luxurious red robe hanging to the floor, his hair untied, looking straight at her back with a bit of crazy heat: "Are you a goblin?"
"Fairy?"
Bai Tao turned around and lowered her eyes to look at his knees, "No mortal has ever called me that, but I am indeed a goblin."
"I thought that all the fairies were dead, and that there would no longer be any magic that could reach the sky in this world."
"Were they hunted and killed by your Chu people?"
He didn't answer.
An old man on a crutch slowly walked out from behind, looking like a rotting corpse under the bloody setting sun.
Beast spirits have a natural intuition, and they can tell who is the real beast and demon from the first sight.
The corners of Baitao's eyes were beating wildly, and she had been calmly holding onto the Universe Blade from the moment the old man appeared.
The old man held the fire-marked crutch and spoke in a normal tone, "The tribesmen often say that I have hands and eyes that can reach the sky, and I have killed gods. But there is no god in this world. I just agree with you. Eight-tails, can you become a god?"
The alertness in my mind was so high that it almost screamed.
Baitao almost didn't think about it, and was about to jump out of the window and escape, but she didn't expect that the window lattice turned into a criss-crossed array of longitude and latitude, with bright white light and dazzling arrays in all directions.
She gritted her teeth and swung her sword.
The sword energy was smashed to pieces, and then came to her head in a destructive state. There was almost no resistance at all. This formation network enveloped countless ancient demons.
Enveloped her.
Baitao was captured, turned into a fox shadow and rushed left and right, baring his fangs and making a snoring warning sound from his throat.
The old man's face was pale, and he was holding a cane with both hands. Sitting in the wheelchair, Zheng Chu looked at her changing magical powers, with an unfathomable darkness in his eyes.
"A hundred-year-old fox demon dares to enter the capital of Ying alone."
Looking along its body and looking at her eight tails, the old man said strangely: "All spirits are withered and spiritual energy is weak. What kind of good fortune can allow you to cultivate such a level of cultivation?"
After a pause, she looked at the bell on her ankle again, "The demon protection bell? It's a magical weapon. It's such a big deal. Are you a member of the Demon Emperor?"
It’s the Demon King again.
Baitao's heart trembled, something seemed to be connected in series, but now was not the time to think about this, so she said coldly: "What?"
"Haha, it's a little tricky."
He sighed quietly, and a strange thought flashed in his eyes, "Just wait for the ceremony, and I will make you a god."
Gods serve the world
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