Antiquity

Chapter 49

Just as he was concentrating on it, Bibo's crisp voice came from far away.

"Houchi Xianjun, that kid is going back to the northwest, you can meet him!" Bibo flapped his wings and approached Houchi with great effort, and flinched unconsciously when he saw Jingyuan, with undisguised sympathy in his eyes. Fear and awe, but he still carefully pulled the hem of Houchi's embroidery, his big eyes were full of pleading.

Hou Chi casually dropped a word, turned his head and raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Is he willing to leave?"

The mortal who was blasted down by the blue waves back then has taken root outside the hidden mountain in recent years. She has met him a few times. He has a weak aura to protect him. It is obvious that he is either rich or noble. What is rare is that he has a pure heart. With a pure character, if he is taught well, it is not difficult to enter the cabinet and pay homage to the prime minister.

He has been the first class in Yinshan for ten years, and this kind of tenacity is even more difficult, and it also made her gradually develop a heart of love.

The Hundred Thousand Swamps around Yinshan Mountain have gradually changed under the nourishment of spiritual energy over the years, and the formation has become more and more mature. Even if she is not there, after a hundred years, this place will definitely be a land of blessings, which can nourish the water and soil. Give up, but it's really not to give up...

"What? That kid got into your eyes?"

There was a playful sound, Hou Chi raised his head, saw Jing Yuan's eyes fixed on her, pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Since you've caught your eye, you'll be called here, Hou Chi, when did you become such a mother-in-law?" Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of provocation between them.

Houchi raised his eyebrows, twirled the egg on his fingertips, and waved to Bibo: "Call him here."

Bibo looked at the egg in Houchi's hand, and hummed anxiously, but he didn't dare to brush her off, and flew down the mountain with his wings flapping.

"Do you know that Shuining Divine Beast is born with miraculous healing effects?" Jing Yuan looked at Bibo flying away with thoughtful eyes, said.

"I know, I heard that as long as people still have breath, Bibo can save them." Houchi replied lazily, not caring: "Shui Ning Divine Beast accompanies Zhenhun Tower, and Immortal Tourmaline must have sent him here, but He and this little guy hit it off." Hou Chi pointed at the egg in his hand, and the corners of his brows softened.

Seeing her appearance, Jing Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then sighed softly, hiding the fluctuation in his eyes: "It's really rare for you to look like this."

"What did you say?" The voice was too low, Houchi didn't hear clearly, and raised his head to ask.

"It's nothing." Jingyuan waved his hand casually, looked into the bamboo house, and said back, "It's true that the Shuining beast accompanied the soul-suppressing tower, but this soul-suppressing tower was built for the world by the ancient true gods with the power of chaos. Turned into, Bibo likes him..." Jingyuan looked at the egg in Houchi's hand, and said with a little deep meaning: "It can be regarded as a predestined relationship."

"How do you know?" Houchi was slightly taken aback, and the mention of the ancient true god from Jingyuan's mouth made her feel inexplicably dazed and familiar.

"I'm also a god after all. If I don't know some secrets, wouldn't it be too cheap? If you tell me that you want to know who I am, I'll tell you why, how about it?" Jing Yuan narrowed his eyes and teased.

Hou Chi glanced at him lazily, lowered his head and held on.

After being together for ten years, she always understood that Jing Yuan's identity was a gap that was absolutely insurmountable.

She is used to a clean life, and she only waits a hundred years to see Qingmu return to Mount Wangwang, and she doesn't want to get involved in any other right and wrong.

The sound of rustling footsteps came, Bibo transformed into a child, and led a young man closer to the two of them.

Jing Yuan still looked like a monster, with his hands on his chin, he raised his eyes and glanced at Baili Qin Chuan. Although his face was tense, his expression was calm, and he understood the reason why Hou Chi fell in love with him.

Among the demon kings in the demon world, there are not necessarily a few people who can not change their colors under his pressure.

Duanfangruyu, gentle like brocade, but rarely proud, like Houchi, no wonder she likes it.

Commoner straw sandals have long lost the arrogance and arrogance of a wealthy family, and only have the maturity and introversion of staying in the mountains all these years, without losing the nobleness and youthfulness.

Houchi nodded secretly, looked at Baili Qinchuan, and remained silent.

Baili Qin Chuan saw the two people sitting under the maple forest from a distance, one red and one dark, as if piercing through the world, one was strong and stern, the other was indifferent and ethereal, just that charm, it surpassed him in the world Anyone who has seen it.

The man's celestial appearance made him startled at first, but the faint looking down also made him a little unhappy.Baili Qin Chuan couldn't help puffing out his chest and looked at the man, almost intuitively, he knew that the owner of Yinshan should not be him.In a blink of an eye, I saw a woman sizing him up lazily, her black eyes were calm and calm, but deep and introverted.

Bibo stood behind her and winked at him, Baili Qin Chuan couldn't help but tremble, stepped forward and saluted.

It seems that he guessed wrong, the owner of this mountain is not some old fairy, it should be this woman he has met several times.

"Xianjun, Qinchuan is in the next hundred miles." The clear voice was a little nervous, but the eyes looking at Houchi were full of determination.

"You have been here in Yinshan for ten years. You have been here since you were a teenager. Have you ever thought about leaving?" After a long silence, Houchi asked.There are not a few people who seek immortals and visit ancient times in the world, but very few of them are as determined as people.

"No." Baili Qin Chuan shook his head, held his shoulders and said, "I hope that the immortal can accept Baili as a disciple."

"Don't be in a hurry to beg me." Houchi turned around, straightened his expression, and stared at Baili Qinchuan with a clear voice.

"You have to know that there is very little aura in this space. Even if you stay in the hidden mountain, you may not be able to ascend the Dao, but are you still willing?"

"But please try."

"If you stay in Yinshan, you will inherit my mantle, abide by the iron law I made, pass on Yinshan, and never be allowed to enter the battle of the court, and meddle in the rise and fall of God Bless the Continent. Are you willing?"

"Yes." Replied almost without hesitation, Hou Chi raised his eyebrows.

"Why? Hidden mountain is miserable, it can't compare to the wealth and splendor of the palace, and it's not as carefree as the mortal world. What's more, your father is old. Are you willing to let him bear the pain of losing a son?"

Houchi opened his mouth softly, his eyes burning.This sentence was so solemn that even Jing Yuan dropped the chess piece in his hand and looked towards Baili Qin Chuan. He wanted to see how this young man who had been guarding the hidden mountain for ten years would answer.

The young man who was being questioned was silent for a long time, and slowly raised his head to look at the two people not far away. Behind them - the maple leaves on the mountain, brilliant red, scattered bamboo houses, peaceful and peaceful, although it is a beautiful scenery in the world, no one can see it Get one or two.

He raised his head slightly, looked towards the back pool, and said with a smile, "Has Xianjun ever been attached to one thing?"

Hou Chi was slightly taken aback by the rhetorical question, then nodded.

"Then... is it worth it?"

The young man smiled brightly, but Houchi remained silent.

She is obsessed with Baixuan's life and death, but because of being so tired, her father, Fengran, and Qingmu have been clean for hundreds of years, and she is forced to give up her position as a god and exile in the sky.

does it worth?certainly.

Seeing the determined look on Baili Qinchuan's face, Houchi laughed, and he really looked like her.

"Although the palace is rich and honored, what is the use of wealth if you don't bring it with you when you are born or die? I don't like fighting, but it's inevitable when I was born in a frontier palace. What's more, my brother is honest, and he will be able to enjoy the joy by his father's side." Your knees, but if I go back, because of my father's love for me, there may be a dispute between the sons and daughters, I might as well stay in Yinshan, and I can still show my brotherhood."

Baili Qin Chuan said slowly, his still young face had a kind of insight into the world: "Xianjun, if you give up in the world, you will get something. How do you know that I am not getting it now? Even if you live in seclusion for a hundred years, there will be a day Returning to the dust is also a happy life, living with passion."

If you give up, you will gain... Houchi laughed, waved his long sleeves, and said, "Okay, from today onwards, you are my apprentice, Mr. Mo Xian."

Baili Qinchuan was overjoyed, and hurried forward to salute and said respectfully: "Master."

Houchi was unambiguous, accepted his salute, waved his hand, pointed to the mountain behind the maple forest, and lazily said: "You were born in the palace after all, and you are thin, let Bibo take you for a few laps in the mountain first. "

Baili Qin Chuan was stunned. Before he recovered, Bibo had already carried him towards the back of the mountain. When he raised his head slightly, he saw the usually kind and friendly boy grinding his teeth. His heart felt cold, and he was about to exclaim, but Not wanting to be seen through by Bibo, he flew away with a 'swoosh', and the two disappeared in place in an instant.

"Congratulations, I just didn't expect you to accept apprentices." Jing Yuan sighed.

"It depends on his fortune." Houchi made a move, and the chess game gradually came to an end.

"Houchi, do you ever believe in past lives and present lives?" As if moved by the words just now, the chess pieces in Jing Yuan's hands slowly rotated, shining brightly.

It's finally here... She has been thinking, Jingyuan is a god, the supreme being of the Three Realms exists, there is really no need to nest with her in a small hidden mountain, gossiping with her every day, regretting chess for entertainment.

Unless, he has a reason to do so.She never forgot that when he looked at the mountain, the first thing he asked her was, "Do you know me?" '...

He clearly recognized her, or recognized that unnecessary past life.

It's just that she was born as the daughter of the ancient king and god, and she really didn't succeed in her previous life. When she goes back, she has to ask the old man carefully.

It's better not to get involved in such a muddled relationship.

Amitabha, good is good.

"I believe." Houchi nodded, reincarnated in the world, drank Mengpo soup, walked across the Naihe Bridge, and forgotten all his past, and it was another life. few.

"Then you are willing to believe that in your previous life..." Jing Yuan paused for a moment, with an invisible sense of regret and reminiscence flashing across his eyes: "I have a reason."

He asked softly, and slowly put the hand holding the chess piece in front of Houchi, with a lingering and soft voice, a faint purple light came out from his body, spontaneously forming a round light body, covering the two of them.

The flirtatious face turned extremely serious and expectant at this moment. He looked at her, as if he had been waiting for thousands of years.

The breeze blew, and the dead leaves fell, slid on the light curtain, and were lightly bounced to the ground.

In the silent and isolated world, she could only see his face, peerless in the world, but with an indelible sadness.

Familiarity, sadness, coldness... Countless emotions poured into my heart, and for a moment, the desolation and coldness of the ancient true god looking back in the chaotic calamity appeared in Houchi's mind.

She stretched out her hand, and slowly covered his...Jing Yuan's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and the corners of her lips curled up.

The moment he was about to touch them, those hands stopped... He froze for a moment, and slowly raised his head, only to see that his eyes, which were still in a daze just now, were as bright as stars, shining brightly.

"So what if I believe it?" Houchi put his hands behind his back, looked at him, and said softly, "Jingyuan, I'm just Houchi." What does the past have to do with me?

He didn't finish speaking, but the listener was so smart. He withdrew his hand, looked into those dark eyes, and said, "Okay, from now on, I will only treat you as Houchi."

In a hundred years, Houchi, even if you are willing to forget the past, how would you know that the person you are thinking of will not change?

Houchi smiled in relief, putting aside one thing on his mind, and cupped his hands towards Jingyuan: "The game is not over yet, come again."

On the top of the hidden mountain, it is still like spring all the year round, and the maple leaves are red all over the mountain.

The soul-suppressing tower in the bamboo house is burning vigorously, witnessing the passage of time like water.

In 341 B.C. of Tianyou Era, the young son of a family with hundreds of miles in the frontier disappeared in the [-] swamp. The old prince led an army of tens of thousands to personally lead the investigation. After several months, although he returned without success, his white hair returned to his original state after returning home. In his sixtieth year, he was like a young man. After returning to the frontier, he passed on the throne to his eldest son.

In 321 B.C. of Tianyou Era, Yinshan Mountain was born out of nowhere, controlled a hundred thousand swamps, and was independent from Tianyou Continent. Its strong financial resources and occasional fantasy art of war attracted the covetousness of all major dynasties. The momentum is huge, but the Baili family of the Daye Dynasty did not obey the order and guarded the northwest alone.

One month later, the heavenly generals thundered in the palaces of various countries, and the words of warning from the heavens spread, and a hundred thousand troops were forced to retreat from the Wanli Swamp. Since then, no one dared to invade the hidden mountain.

In 300 B.C. of the Tianyou Era, the king of Northwest An in the Daye Dynasty died in the palace at the age of one hundred.

On the day of the funeral, someone once saw a light dust rider at the foot of the hidden mountain, running alone for thousands of miles towards the northwest.

Going round and round, at the peak of the years, after a hundred years, there is only one year left.

(End of this chapter)