Fu Canglu

Chapter 698 Light and Darkness

Qingshi clasped his palms together, the wind and snow in the ten directions were shrouded in golden light, the sky and the earth were shaking, and the green robe and the white coir were stuck together.

He knew that the immortal body in front of him could not be stopped by himself, and even if he had attained the Bodhisattva status now, and the Ksitigarbha vow had not cleared the hell, it would not count as the fulfillment of the vow of the past. Now his sleeves are empty, except for this body of immortality , there is no other bargaining chip against Yuan Tiangang.

Even so, he still did not hesitate.

Yuan Tiangang sneered.

This monk has an almost immortal body, if he is entangled with himself, then the monk will not be able to kill him with unremitting energy, now in order to hold him back, he is forced to make a prison, as long as he breaks his breath, he can destroy his soul .

So he slapped the palm again, rubbing the eight heavens in the palm of his palm, and smashed it on the top of the blue stone.

The young monk spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and he staggered and fell to the ground. When he fell, he clenched his teeth and held his breath, and raised his hands to form a seal of the king of Fudoming.

Qingshi raised his head, and the shadows of palms fell from the sky.

The world was dark, and golden blood splashed.

In the violent wind and heavy rain, the bluestone with seals on both hands is like sitting on a big river, the waves are turbulent, and the boat is crumbling like a boat.

His gaze was already a little slack, and when he opened his lips, there was blood dripping between the teeth, and then he suddenly woke up, and suddenly shouted again——

"Push the door! Push the door!"

The figure in white was only a few tens of feet away from the last door.

Yuan Tiangang laughed softly.

Qingshi's pupils narrowed.

outside that door.

Jian Zongming's flying momentum stopped suddenly.

The huge high gate was surrounded by clouds and mist on both sides. Just when Jian Zongming drew his sword and wanted to push the door open, two purple-gold chains shot out from the clouds and mist on both sides like lightning.

Jian Zongming stepped on the door, ran up, drew his sword and slashed left and right, the two chains that were cut were unexpectedly not cut off, but were slashed by the sword energy, crisp and tough, It shot back, and then the cloud and mist quickly engulfed the man who stepped on the door with the sword drawn. After Jian Zongming stopped for a moment, hundreds of huge purple-gold chains shot out——

The entire giant gate was drowned out by the sound of purple-gold thunder crackling.

On both sides of the giant gate shrouded in clouds and mist, there are two pairs of huge vertical pupils, one on the left and one on the right, faintly emerging.

Jian Zongming's face was calm, he stepped on the facade, and cut through the huge sea current of chains. The sword energy could not shatter those chains at one time, but with overlapping cuts, the two chains showed signs of shattering.

Accompanied by him running all the way, the closer he was to the top of the door, the closer the owner of those two pairs of huge eyes moved closer to the door. The strong wind pressed down, and there was a heavy panting sound.

Soul Lake is boiling.

Jian Zongming suddenly withdrew his sword, stabbed it down, put one hand on the hilt of Dugu's sword, and stepped on the door with his whole body, turned his head, looking at the bluestone under the clouds.

The "Dugu" in his hand actually forcibly inserted half of the sword into the huge door.

On both sides of Jian Zongming, there are Dugu sword marks of different heights.

Densely packed.

Thousands.

Qingshi stared at this scene in a daze.

"Open this door. Do you think he hasn't thought about it?" Yuan Tiangang smiled softly, and said: "Jian Zongming leaned on this door, and he has tried countless times after guarding the ghost gate for so long, and none of them succeeded. .”

The white minion boy put one hand on top of Qingshi's head.

Yuan Tiangang sensed the blood of the monk in front of him, he was relieved, and his spirit was not stable.

Even if you have a long-lived body, what's the use?
Yuan Tiangang looked back at the man in white who was holding a sword above the ghost gate, and said softly: "Jian Zongming's kendo, after reaching the end of the sword, came to the end. So he came to the ghost gate, if he can use the sword way Realm opens this door. Then he can reach consummation. It's a pity that he can't pass that threshold in the end."

On both sides of that door, among the clouds and mist, first there were two fierce faces piercing through the mist, and then there was a whole torso as tall as the sky, one left and one right, with golden armor and red feathers, with dull eyes. The tall figure of the man, with both hands clenched tightly on the "purple gold chain", if it is touched by the body, it will be hooked out of the soul, and will be entangled to death by the "reed rope" of this world, and the bow will be left and right, and the body will be torn apart.

Jian Zongming stepped on that door, and he took a deep breath.

What Yuan Tiangang said was right, he really wanted to use this to take the last step.

But day and night at the gate of ghosts, I used my sword to suppress all ghosts, and only had one Dugu in my hand, and my energy practice was as continuous as water, and I sat here all day long. Row.

Just to open the door.

regardless of the outcome.

It's a pity that thousands of attempts have been made, but none of them have succeeded.

Because of the one who guards this door.

They are as famous as Hou Qing. Shen Tu and Yu Lei!
The man in white pulled out Dugu. He looked at the huge door, and it was unknown how much more he could go up.

Maybe just one step away.

Maybe there are still hundreds of thousands of miles.

But this time, it's different.

Jian Zongming murmured softly: "This is...the last attempt."

Yuan Tiangang watched Jian Zongming disappear into the mist with extreme calmness.

The pupils of Shen Tu's Yu Lei burst into light, and the two tall and burly figures who reached the sky looked at each other, and the "reed rope" tightly grasped in their hands flew out, running across the entire front of the door, criss-crossing.

The white minion boy looked down at Qingshi, and said calmly: "It's a pity for a peerless genius in swordsmanship."

Qingshi lifted it up, staring blankly at the giant door.

Ten breaths.

There was no movement.

Twenty breaths, still the same.

Yuan Tiangang's palm hovered over Qingshi's head.

The silence of the world comes from the top of the door.

There was a sharp sword cry.

Qingshi stared blankly at a broken sword, which fell from the clouds and mist, cut through the reeds all the way, and finally plunged into the ground with a howl.

But he didn't see the white clothes.

But he knew that for Jian Zongming, when the sword was broken, he was gone.

All swordsmen in this world are like this.

The white minion boy exhaled lightly.

He said softly: "There is nothing to miss in the world. If he is dead, you can just accompany him."

Yuan Tiangang didn't use much strength.

That monk's physique cannot be broken by brute force.

But Qingshi's soul is too fragile.

Keep your palms close to the top of your head.

If it's not unexpected, it's a flood of soul power.

In just an instant, there will be no more bluestones and no Ksitigarbha in the world.

The world is empty, and the gate of ghosts is also empty.

But with the falling of Yuan Tiangang's palm——

The pupils of the white minion boy shrank suddenly.

The monk who had closed his eyes peacefully opened them in a daze.

A cloud of blood mist exploded in front of Qingshi.

Half of Qingshi's cheek was stained with hot and burning fairy blood.

The white minion boy, whose half of his body was blown through, looked at his left arm in bewilderment at first, then stumbled and wobbled, almost unable to stand still.

Taixu Fengxue froze half of his side, re-condensed into a perfect arm, and countless blood beads of immortals in the air rolled like thunder, rushing towards the young man's body.

There is a distance of three feet between Yuantiangang and Qingshi at this moment.

Between these three feet, there is an extra figure in lotus clothes.

No one knows how he came about.

From the world to hell.

Qingshi's six supernatural powers did not capture the slightest trace of him.

Neither did Yuan Tiangang.

The lotus-clothed figure maintained a gesture of raising one finger and drawing it down from the left to the back.

He looked at his teacher and spoke softly.

"Eight Paths of Heaven."

"Fairy's body."

Yuan Tiangang, who was covering half of his body, had astonished eyes and trembling fingertips.

"It turns out that you are not the real 'Longevity' either." Yi Xiao smiled and said, "Why else can't you resist even my sword?"

The white coir boy who started to retreat one after another, stared at Lianyi who had escaped from Tianjihai, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Did Lu Chen smash you to death?"

That lotus dress smiled again: "If you have the ability, why don't you gather the whole Lu Chen, and I will stand here without dodging or dodging, and let you stab the sword with all your strength, maybe I will really die?"

Qingshi's lips were pale. Looking at Yi Xiao in front of him, he seemed to see a very familiar figure.

That woman on Lotus Peak, that Bodhisattva.

Yuan Tiangang's fingers tucked into his sleeves began to move, and countless threads of nothingness began to spread.

Yi Xiao said calmly: "You want to use the previous trick to summon all the remaining ghosts in the ghost gate. Come and hold me back, so that you can push the gate open?"

Yuan Tiangang's face was gloomy, and he kept making tricks in his hands.

The little highness raised his head, and the black mist surged. He said softly: "Hell here is supposed to imprison the dead. But the way of heaven has collapsed, and the cycle of reincarnation is incomplete. Some people go to hell without dying, just for the sake of longevity."

Yi Xiao turned around and said softly to Qingshi, "I'm sorry. I wasted some time on the way from the world. I brought something. Those who died because of me will come back to life after today."

He turned around with a smile, facing Yuan Tiangang, his smile subsided, his face was solemn, and he slowly raised his arms.

The lotus clothes boiled, swelled, and set off.

He brought something from the world.

Above the ghost gate, a ray of skylight gushes out, and a drop of muddy water drops into the ghost gate, ups and downs.

Then came the second drop, and the third drop, continuously.

The river crashed.

surging.

"I brought Qijiang from the world!"

From the gate of ghosts, tall figures like mountains and seas emerged.

The fallen people of all ages, those who really hide in the depths of the ghost gate, only have vague consciousness, and even have the remaining souls of several sentient beings.

The most obsessed with longevity is the sentient beings who are only one step away.

In the gate of ghosts, only the dead should be accepted, but there are too many practitioners who are dying, and they spend their time forever at the moment of dying.

If this broken law of heaven and earth cannot be repaired, then the entire ghost gate will be defiled by those practitioners who have fallen into the devil's way.

So there is an independent small world.

Specially pick up those important characters who may be defiled by the ghost gate.

Yuan Tiangang's voice was a little trembling, and he read those two words.

"the other side?"

I have sensed the existence of that ferryman before, and the appearance of that man was too short every time, and then the whole person seemed to disappear in the world.

Such an existence has nothing to do with my own plan, so why bother?

Yuan Tiangang never thought that "The Other Shore" existed for such a purpose.

And that ferryman has no entity.

He is the Qi River that traverses the Central Plains.

Looking at the world's spring, summer, autumn and winter, some people laugh and some cry.

Gently receive the astoundingly talented practitioners one after another to the other shore.

Just for today.

Today's final battle.

Yi Xiao raised his head, looked at the top of his head, and said softly: "Repair the ghost gate. I'll leave it to you."

The wind and frost on the Qijiang River suddenly rolled, and there was a small boat floating on the bottom of the river. The ferryman sitting on the boat was holding an amulet in his hand.

The man smiled softly: "Okay."

The waters of the Qijiang River spread loudly.

The sky light shot out, and among the ancient dark gates of ghosts, those huge ghost figures hidden in the depths of the darkness were burned by the scorching flames, showing their own outlines.

Someone came out of the other side first.

It was a young man wearing an ancient gown, with a desolate atmosphere, soft eyes, and a firm face.On his shoulder stood a fiery little bird.

The majesty stood under the sky, he looked at the darkness in the distance of the ghost gate, and said softly: "I have been waiting for this day. I have waited for a long time, but I did not expect that the opponent is so weak."

Then there was the purple-gold Buddha Light Fighting Shooting, and the Mahasthama Bodhisattva in cassock and holding a vase stepped on the auspicious clouds and fell. He looked at the bluestone and smiled softly: "It's rare to see Dizang today. Interesting, interesting."

Taoist ancestors, Confucian saints, ten great demons, and ancient sword immortals all fell down one by one.

Gods and Buddhas.

Back then.

Qingshi rubbed his head, the blood had dried up, several Bodhisattvas on Mount Putuo came behind him, only one was missing.

Da Shizhi said with emotion: "That young man has achieved a real 'great longevity'."

Manjusri Bodhisattva murmured: "Did you see that. Master Guanyin is behind him."

Qingshi looked at the figure, the lotus sleeves and the white scarf fluttering.

"Remember what I said—" Yi Xiao didn't look back, and said loudly, "They will all come back to life."

The monk's nose turned sour for no reason, and he shouted, "Okay! I'll wait for you!"

Yi Xiao smiled happily.

Without looking back, Yi Xiao circled her thumb and index finger towards the monk behind her, and raised the other three fingers.

He closed his eyes and smiled.

From extreme stillness to extreme movement——

With a bang, Yuan Tiangang, who was standing still like a mountain, was smashed upside down, his feet firmly stepped on the ground, a gully opened in front of him, his eyes widened, and a lotus cloth pressed against his face , pushing him back and forth.

The eight celestial phases all collapsed at this moment——

Immortal physique burst out with an overwhelmed voice——

The two people collided into a magnificent battle line, with this long line as the two sides, the light and darkness intertwined and collided with each other!
The black lotus coat and the white coir raincoat smashed into nothingness and hit the door.

The "Shen Tu" and "Yu Lei" on both sides were implicated by Qi, and pulled the "Weed Cable" tightly, and then they were pulled and smashed together by an unstoppable huge force, and there was a loud shattering sound.

That door... fell open!

The moment the door swung open—

The light and darkness of the ghost gate are entangled together, and suddenly there is a strong wind.

Qingshi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looked back somewhat bewilderedly, the darkness in the distance flitted back one by one, and the obsessive light and darkness became particularly penetrating at this moment.

The living beings, the dead, the souls of the dead, all the things that wandered in the world flew towards the gate to the sky amidst the turmoil of the wind.

The moment the door is pushed open, time will be recast.

Qingshi stood still, his robe fluttering, and the fighting on the battlefield continued, but all the sounds gradually faded away with the gust of wind. In the misty distant sky, there seemed to be war songs, towering rivers and mountains collapsed, and brilliant war drums broken.

He murmured softly: "Everything that exists will eventually perish"

After destruction, what is it?
It's a freshman.

This is true even if life is as humble as grass.

Wild fire, in spring.

After destruction, a new life begins again.

Great Thousand Worlds, Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Qingshi stood at the gate of ghosts, he turned his head and looked at the two waves of swiftly flowing river water, the big river separated, and drops of water rolled into the giant gate that opened not far away.

Time behind the door begins to tick.

Qingshi pursed his lips, he didn't know where the time would be transferred, Yi Xiao smashed the door with his body, and took Yuan Tiangang there.
In this final decisive battle, if Yuan Tiangang wins, then the time of rotation behind this door will be transferred to the moment before Lu Chen falls, the world will change drastically, and the world will not exist. At that time, I, and others Everyone will be involved in the door and completely annihilated.

The flying sand from the ghost gate swirled around the giant gate with a bang.

The ghostly crying sound of woo woo woo directly hit the soul orifice.

The ground at the foot of the bluestone undergoes slight but not difficult to detect changes. The crust bulges and presses down, sags and then swells, and it goes back and forth again and again.

On the land of the world, after the wind and snow fluttered and fell, pieces were superimposed and flew back, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and then countless gravel rolled and reassembled, the mist stirred back and forth, and the trees that stood up from the ground took root again.

All the time goes back and forth, one step forward, three steps back, ten steps forward, five steps back, there is no pattern at all. In this vast and fluctuating time and space, there are shadows one after another, emerging from the entanglement of light and darkness. get out.

Emperor Daqin raised his hands, his sleeves fluttered, and sat down calmly. He just sat in his seat. His gaze swept across his body, looking at familiar faces one after another, and at the countless The scene of prostrating on the ground was followed by a deafening "Holy Majesty".

Nine heavens and ten earths, I am the only one.

However. This feeling only lasted for a moment.

Including the Great Qin Emperor, the "Xianyang City" in the entire history, every plant, tree, brick and tile, was instantly submerged in dust and passed away.

The majesty and the little red sparrow on his shoulders are walking in the light and darkness that are constantly wandering, and the appearance of the two is also constantly changing.

The young painter with a bamboo basket on his back has firm features, and a little girl who is snoring and dozing is lying in the bamboo basket.

The young master of the royal family's mansion, Diaoqiu with a golden hat, is frail and sickly, accompanied by a lovely and considerate maid.

A young boy in a brothel with innocent eyes, and a poor girl who also lives in a brothel as a performer, cuddle together and talk to each other.

Every image must be carrying a big cardinal cage.

The last is a thin and down-to-earth poor scholar with a big cardinal cage in his hand.

At this moment, the bird cage is empty.

Beside him, there was a beautiful and slim woman holding his hand.

Liang Liang looked at the majesty, and said softly, "Brother."

Maharaja rubbed her head.

The last thin scholar had long lost the domineering aura of a snow-capped mountain. He turned his head and stared straight at the ferryman in the wind and snow with his delicate eyes.

The majesty said softly: "The road that should be walked, I have done it. The battle that should be fought, I have fought. The morality that should be observed"

The scholar suddenly smiled and said, "Let that person guard it for me. Let's go."

The ferryman looked at the scholar solemnly, and rubbed his sister's forehead. The two of them matched their foreheads, embraced each other, twisted and disappeared in the windy and sandy time and space.

The wind and snow surrounded him.

The first Yincheng City Lord, No. 1 in Shifu Nian. He looked at the bodhisattvas in front of him and behind him, and said softly: "Everyone, thank you."

"It should be us who should thank you." Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva's clothes were wet with water droplets, and he said softly: "You are willing to guard the Qi River for her, ferry to the other side to keep this secret, and never leave it. Such a great favor, Nothing to repay."

The Puxian Bodhisattva riding a white elephant chanted the Buddha's name, swayed his body, and scattered into a ball of Buddha's light, which was entangled in the radiance.

The same is true for Manjusri Bodhisattva sitting on the back of the green lion, as if he had taken a nap, and then disappeared without a trace.

They are omissions from history.

Completing the way of heaven now is to refill the other shore into reincarnation.

Whether it is the other side or the ghost gate, one shadow after another, in the entanglement of light and darkness, separates one after another, and finally disappears and disperses one by one, belonging to the era in which they live.

When the last ray of entangled light and shadow peeled off, all the time fluctuations returned to calm.

Qingshi stood at the passageway between the human world and the ghost gate.

he sees.

The fairy island in the South China Sea is slowly rising.

The wind and snow in Liangjia City was blocked by a shield.

The flag of Luoyang City fluttered, and someone wiped off the wind and sand that had been unprovoked on the flag.

In the couch in Lanling City, an old man woke up from a peaceful dream.

The pear blossoms in Yangguan Valley were all over the sky, and the sound of bells ringing again came from Darong Temple.

Time is back on the right track.

It shows that the final outcome of that battle was Yi Xiao's victory.

Qingshi still looked dignified.

Because there is a shadow over his head.

"What happened just now?" Outside Liangjia City, Jiang Qingyi turned his head and looked at the white snow mist. Those Yin soldiers who could not be killed before were all gone at this moment.

And the white light from before. What happened?
what happened?
Jiang Qingyi was a little puzzled, looked around, and then raised his head.

Jiang Qingyi narrowed his eyes and stretched out a hand to cover his face. He found that there seemed to be no difference around him.

He only felt that the sun in the sky became particularly dazzling after the white light swept away.

South China Sea fairy island.

Wei Lingshan's soul sea was in pain like a needle prick, and she quickly woke up. After the white light fell, all the memories were vivid in her mind, and the pain from then on really took effect.

The sea of ​​souls churned for a while, and the body was also tortured.

All were pale.

Li Changge said hoarsely: "The light just now is Lu Chen?"

Yi Xiaoan raised her head, she gritted her teeth, after the turmoil in her soul sea, she recovered a little now.

that sword.
Judging from that terrifying power, it was undoubtedly Lu Chen.

"We're alive"

Yi Xiaoan's intuition made her think of an ominous ending, and she murmured, "Did Yi Xiao save us?"

She looked at Wei Lingshan with an ugly expression.

Wei Lingshan quickly clenched the jade pendant tightly, and then heaved a sigh of relief, his chest rose and fell, and he said with relief: "There is still the breath of soul on the fate card. Yi Xiao, he is still alive."

Someone was relieved.

Some people still looked solemn.

Young Master Xiaotao pursed her lips, and she asked in a very soft voice: "Did you see it?"

Ye Shisan's expression was heavy.

Wu Jinhan was a little at a loss.

The woman in the yellow shirt sitting in the wheelchair raised her finger and pointed to the sky.

A cloud of shadows.

lingering.

It was a dark light hanging under the sky before the great sun.

It was a sword, but it was not a perfect sword.

Only the tip of the sword, not the blade.

"It's Lu Chen?" Wu Jinhan asked tremblingly.

"It's Lu Chen." Li Changge replied calmly.

The tip of the sword hung high above the nine heavens again, and at this moment the world trembled slightly, and several shadows flew out from the gate of ghosts.

Two sword blades.

A sword hilt.

The three shadows, accompanied by the continuous rotation of the door, broke free from the shackles, flew out of the ghost gate with a majestic momentum, smashed on the black light in an instant, and blended into one.

After thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, the still sword that hangs high has finally returned to perfection.

The time of the entire "Lu Chen" was set back to "zero". From then on, it was no longer a fragmented and incomplete piece of iron, but a complete Lu Chen sword.

This is why Qingshi's complexion is more dignified.

The sword that smashed the fairy world back then is now hanging over the heads of the mortal world.

Once Lu Chen smashed it down.

The result in that world is only Lu Chen.

Li Changge took a deep breath and asked seriously, "Can you stop it?"

Yi Xiaoan smiled, and asked calmly, "Can you stop it?"

Lu Chenjian, pulling it out is one thing, resisting it is another.

The tip of the previous sword fell. The two of them felt the familiar breath, not because they hadn't thought of blocking it with their own strength.

Just stopping Lu Chen can't be done by manpower.

Li Changge shook his head.

Yi Xiaoan also shook his head.

Standing at the boundary between the human world and the gate of ghosts, Qingshi murmured: "The poor monk is willing to try with his life."

That piece of iron did not leave more time for the world.

Lu Chen fell and smashed through the sky.

Just as the green robe was about to leave and flew up, a black-clothed black hand pressed on his shoulder.

"I come."

Lu Chen fell from the sky nine thousand miles above.

The lotus clothes rose from the ground.

Two by two bumped into each other—

"This is."

"Is it Yi Xiao?"

"Yi Xiao! It's Yi Xiao!"

After a brief stagnation, the lotus clothes went straight for ten thousand miles with the iron piece.

High above the sky, a group of pitch-black fireworks suddenly exploded, and there was a sudden sound, like a sun breaking, and then the whole world trembled.

The South China Sea is quiet.

All is quiet.

The sea water rustled against the rocks, and the snow-white waves beat against the cliffs.

Wei Lingshan lowered his head in a daze.

Her complexion was pale, she looked at the fate card tightly in her hand, and there was a click, the sound of breaking, in the silent world, it was extremely ear-piercing.

That wisp of soul was wiped out.

[Three years later. 】

"You also received the invitation?"

Nalan, who was dressed in a big red robe, looked at Ye Xiaolou, who was wearing three ancient swords and covered with white frost, and said with emotion: "The news about Miss Zhong's marriage. Qiliang's Xinque can even be sent overseas. This Isn't the speed too fast?"

Under Lanling City, the two walked together.

Ye Xiaolou smiled and said, "How long have you been hiding in the royal court without asking about world affairs?"

Nalan was a little embarrassed, and said: "The royal court is too busy, and it's too late to care about the news from Shanghai?"

Ye Xiaolou stretched his eyebrows, and said softly: "Miss Qingli's formations have opened up the north and south of the Qijiang River, and now she is trying to break through the barriers between the Central Plains and the Small World. Thanks to these formations, going to sea has become much easier."

The white-haired man paused, and said: "I have traveled to no less than twenty 'small worlds' over the years, and the 'remains' in these small worlds are very interesting."

Nalan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Oh? Tell me about it?"

"In some small worlds, the skeletons of large creatures have been found, like lizards, with limbs, tails and wings, and their normal size is larger than the giant elephants in the Western Regions." Ye Xiaolou said seriously: "It may be an ancient demon cultivator. , because Lu Chen smashed them down...they are all dead."

He stretched out his hands, tried to make gestures, hugged the buildings on both sides of the streets of Lanling City in his arms, and said seriously: "Probably, it's so big?"

Nalan looked at it and sighed, "I'm afraid it's a dragon?"

Ye Xiaolou smiled without saying a word, and said: "I have also seen a small world, there is no cultivation, that world is a bit special, they look completely different from us, blond, blue eyes, we do not understand the language, but they are warm and hospitable, Doesn't seem to be afraid of me."

"They invited me to go out to sea together, and I witnessed them hunting giant whales on the bottom of the sea. The dragon boat they took was extremely fast at that time. The whole big ship was made of heavy iron, but it would not sink into the sea, and no one was paddling it by hand. , the bow, arrow and crossbow are not attached with silk, and the weapons inside are just black beads the size of a thumb, but their speed is comparable to my sword energy, and they can easily kill people from a distance of [-] meters."

Nalan widened his eyes and said, "Is there such a weapon?"

Ye Xiaolou smiled mysteriously, and said, "I'll tell you a secret. I secretly took a black bead. Here, let me show you."

The two great practitioners, who were always aloof in the eyes of outsiders, squatted in a corner and chatted interestingly. Ye Xiaolou took out a handkerchief and carefully opened it. Inside was indeed a mottled black bead. There is a lot of water vapor at sea, and this black bead has some rust.

Nalan asked in surprise, "What kind of iron is this heavy?"

Ye Xiaolou shook his head and said with a smile: "I have brought a lot of interesting things with me when I come back this time. After this wedding, I will persuade the new emperor Xiao Buyi to open the sea route and send a fleet to contact the small world there. Our silk and tea may be exchanged for some interesting things."

Nalan said with a serious face, "I think it's possible."

The two were chatting, when Nalan caught a glimpse of a bright red figure from the corner of his eye, his pupils shrank, he patted Ye Xiaolou's shoulder, and hurriedly said something back to chat, back to chat, and the whole person hurriedly chased after the bright red figure. The figure left behind the white-haired sword mound heir who squatted on the spot and raised his head, somewhat dazed.

turn the corner.

Turn again.

There are many alleys in Lanling City.

At the end, Nalan came to an alley with gentle movements.

He held his breath, but his expression suddenly became lost.

"Eldest brother's congratulatory gift has been delivered. Junior sister said she wants to live alone in Lanling City for a few days. Shall we just go back like this?"

Inside the alley, Ye Shisan sighed silently, shook his head, and said, "Go back? Of course we will wait for her. As for the wedding, the congratulatory gift has been delivered, so let's not bother him."

Wu Jinhan, who was dressed in a big red robe, hummed heavily, frowned, and looked in a certain direction.

Nalan, who was leaning against the wall of the alley, had a complex expression, laughed at himself and silently, turned and left.

There are too many red robes in the world.

It's not her after all.

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

"Second worship high hall-"

"Husband and wife greet each other—"

Lanling imperial city, fireworks in the daytime, this grand wedding, there are no uninvited guests to disturb the situation, and the banquet guests who received invitations, except for the dignitaries of the Qiliang royal family, are almost all top practitioners.

On the seat of the Patriarch of the Su Family of the Seven Great Families, sat a slightly bloated fat man. To his side, Song Zhiqing, who was still carrying a heavy knife even at the wedding of the Qi and Liang royal families, said with emotion: "The word Yuan is really called People. Can't figure it out."

Song Dajian said with emotion: "Who would have thought that Miss Zhong's family and His Royal Highness... would spark the spark of love just like that?"

Qingshi coughed, and said bitterly: "Actually, the red line between the two is flying all over the sky in private. But you don't know that's all. At that time, he was celebrating the New Year in Lanling City. He asked me to drink every day. After drinking , I must express my feelings. He was seriously injured in the battle of Fengsui, and the eldest lady of the Zhong family has been taking care of him. How can this wooden embryo seem to be a person who can talk? In fact, he is very smart in the dark. It's ready."

Su Fu and Song Dashen looked brilliant.

The two old people in the high hall did not feel embarrassed with each other, Zhong Yusheng asked softly and seriously: "I never thought that there would be today."

Luoyang City was broken, the Zhong family bowed their heads, and flowed into Lanling City. The heads of the seven families originally opposed it, but almost all the children of the Zhong family head's family died in the battle outside Fengting City. At the end of the Eight Great Families, there is no longer the power to move the waves.

After Zhong Yusheng left the customs, his cultivation base fell, he saw a lot, and let go of a lot, he did not fight or grab, and lived for the rest of his life.

Zhong Yusheng asked softly, "How is Your Majesty doing now?"

Xiao Wang's complexion improved a lot, he was full of energy, and his previous sickness and old state were swept away.

He laughed and said: "The emperor of Qiliang is Wuxian, if you call me 'Your Majesty' again, it's a little inappropriate. After stepping down from that seat, I'm just an ordinary old man. Let things go, maybe another sixty years will not be a problem."

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Zhong Yusheng's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was a little sour.

His eyes fell on the banquet not far away. There was a familiar black robed figure with a small white flower pinned to his chest. After all, he came here after traveling thousands of miles, but he was still unwilling to say a word to him.

At this wedding banquet, most of Qi Liang's celebrities came, Yi Shaoran and Qi Shu sat at the same table, and a young man in white robe sat opposite.

"Mr. Qi Shu, I never thought that you and I would meet like this." The scholar in white robe smiled with a sense of elegance and amiability. He picked up the wine cup and said softly: "Today we will meet with you." Mister borrows wine, so that we can have a talk."

The general in Tsing Yi beside Qi Shu looked solemnly at the thin swordsman sitting motionless beside Jiang Qingyi. The man was wearing a big hat, covered his face with a black veil, and held a wooden sword in his arms, sitting peacefully. Within three feet of Jiang Qingyi, he neither drank nor touched his chopsticks.

His Highness and Miss Zhong's family toasted together, glass after glass, table to table, until at this table, the thin and immovable swordsman lifted his veil, raised his glass to drink, and then seriously spit out two words.

"Congratulations."

Xiao Chongding was a little dumbfounded.

A young man in a black robe with a small white flower pinned to his chest was sitting not far away.

He was the only one at that table.

He rested his chin on his hands, looked at the couple, toasted each other, and smiled one by one.

He smiled softly and said, "What a pair of jade couples, mandarin ducks are envious."

Zhong Er raised his wine glass to the happily smiling woman not far away, and said softly: "Here, brother is here."

Zhong Xuehu was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly turned around with a feeling in his heart.

The table was empty, leaving only a cup still stained with wine.

Next to Xiao Chongding's ear, there was a lingering sound from the soul.

"My surname is Xiao, my younger sister married into the Xiao family today. For me, this is not a good day. I don't want to come today. The conflicts between me and the Zhong family cannot be resolved in this life. Only this younger sister, I will treat her in every possible way." Petting, but you are the one who beats the cabbage."

Zhong Er's spirit paused.

His Majesty's complexion was a bit complicated.

Zhong Er said softly: "But I see her happy, no matter what, I will come here."

"Just remember my words: from now on, if she is happy, you have to accompany her to be happy; if she is not happy, you have to coax her to be happy. If one day let me know, because of you, she is not happy. , she regrets marrying here, then I will take her back to Nanhai, Qiliang Yixiao is here... It's useless."

His Majesty smiled after hearing the words, looked around, but did not see the figure of the little brother-in-law, so he moved his eyes to the seat specially reserved for Nanhai, he held up the wine cup, held it up with both hands, and looked at it very seriously. Facing the empty position, he opened his mouth and responded.

"it is good!"

Drink it all in one gulp.

Zhong Er left the banquet and walked towards the outskirts of Lanling City.

On the outskirts of Lanling City, next to the Great Compassion Temple, there is a hill.

It is called Lianyi Mountain.

He rubbed his cheeks, took off the small white flower pinned to his chest, pinched the flower stem, and didn't go to the small hill named Lianyi Mountain, which was actually a tomb of someone's clothes, but pushed away from the Great Compassion Temple ancient gate.

There is a faint fragrance in the temple, and it seems that someone cleans it from time to time.

Zhong Er saw two sachets hanging under the eaves of the ancient temple, the handwriting was faded and blurred.

Zhong Er pursed his lips.

A sachet reads "Follow the sky and follow fate".

The other one says "regardless of cause and effect".

He smiled softly, and said, "There are also lovers in the Great Compassion Temple?"

It was raining lightly outside the temple.

Zhong Er walked up to the Lotus Clothes Mountain, squatted down, squeezed the white flower, and inserted it in front of the man's tomb. A small piece of green wood was inserted into the lotus clothes crown, and the green wood looked a bit It was dry, and the surrounding soil was loose, as if it had been pulled out frequently.

The corners of Zhong Er's lips tugged slightly, thinking that under the heavy guard of the Qiliang Forbidden Army, there are still people who often push Aoki away to get an idea of ​​this tomb?

There are a lot of things placed around Aoki.

Fu Que and Qi Yu were inserted not far from the Clothes Tomb, and one after another things were laid out one after another. The Confucian and Taoist talismans written by the current Emperor Qiliang in blood, engraved with the word "Ning", and a certain man A coir hat, a bong with the muddy smell of the Northern Wei Dynasty, a jug of the Sword Fairy from the North, a chessboard from the South China Sea, and the lotus flowers from the Holy Island of Zhenmo Mountain. There are countless people in this world. There were actually not many people who were qualified to come here to offer wine, but none of these people was absent, so when added together, it was really too many.

Zhong Er smiled and said: "I have been here before, I have no regrets, and you must have no regrets either."

He turned and left, and the white flower flew up, fragmented in the air, and shattered in the rain.

Not far from Lianyi Mountain, there was a woman in red, watching this scene.

She silently looked at those people who came to sacrifice wine.

Then she avoided everyone and climbed the mountain in silence.

The red-clothed man squatted down on the top of the hill, picked up the straw hat, and smiled unprecedentedly.

She stayed for a stick of incense, and after she left, beside the green tree on the Lotus Yi Mountain, there was an old ghost mask, with a corner of a big red robe underneath it.

"Daddy, are there really immortals in this world?"

"Of course there are immortals."

"Then dad, where is the immortal?"

Xiao Buyi hugged the little boy in his arms, stopped and walked, was asked this question, suddenly startled, a little helpless.

Tang Xiaoman smiled at the side, stretched out a hand, pointed to not far away, and said, "Here, have you seen that Lianyi Mountain? Your uncle, that's it."

"Uncle is so powerful!" The little boy's eyes were shining, and he said in a childlike voice, "Mother, Daddy always said that uncle has gone to travel around the world and is not in Lanling City, but today I heard that Lianyi Mountain is A Clothes Tomb, a Clothes Tomb is for worshiping the dead. Why does my uncle have a Clothes Tomb?"

Tang Xiaoman froze.

"Axiu, your uncle likes to be quiet and went out to play quietly by himself, so this Lianyi Mountain will replace him to meet those friends and relatives, so as not to worry us."

"Xiao Niang——" Axiu covered his mouth, he lowered his voice and said, "Uncle doesn't like to be noisy, is my voice louder?"

The little boy looked at the woman who was more beautiful than his mother beside him. When he saw his little mother, he became frightened for no reason, and his voice stammered a little: "Uncle secretly ran out to play, it's too It's broken. Just play it, why...why don't you bring your little girl?"

Wei Lingshan smiled.

People's sorrows and joys are not the same, some people like to be noisy, some people like to be quiet.

Lotus Yishan has been very quiet.

In fact, Wei Lingshan didn't come to Lianyi Mountain very often.

It's just that the number of visits has become more and more recent, and more and more frequent.

The way to miss someone is not how painful or sad. Wei Lingshan can't do it deliberately expressing himself.

She just felt that that person was still there.

There is no cold or heat in the immortal bones of Zhijun, and when they meet each other for thousands of years, Wei Lingshan feels more and more that this sentence is like the biggest lie of that man.

If you are still there, why don't you come out?

That feeling became more and more intense, so Wei Lingshan went to Lianyi Mountain every day recently, and stayed for a while, staring at the green wood tombstone.

Xiao Buyi hugged his son and stood at the foot of Lianyi Mountain with Tang Xiaoman. The two of them opened the oil-paper umbrella, and the drizzle from the dome fell densely, splashing delicate raindrops on the umbrella surface.

Xiao Buyi sighed.

Axiu murmured: "Father, mother, my little mother is going up the mountain again."

Wei Lingshan didn't hold an umbrella, she walked up the hill silently, looking at the green wood tombstone.

"Here, I have been waiting for you in Lanling City for three years."

"Your mountain is not beautiful. There are no flowers, no grass, nothing. It's not as good as the Peony Pavilion in Luoyang City."

"There were so many sweet words back then, but now everyone is gone."

"You said that you would accompany me to see this river and lake. Even Qi and Liang haven't finished."

Wei Lingshan gritted his teeth and looked at the piece of green wood, his eyes were bright and red, he took a deep breath, and said viciously: "Men are big pigs!"

It was so silent for a long time.

The girl in purple looked at the green wooden tablet, and suddenly said word by word: "Yi Xiao, let me ask you a question."

"Are you dead?"

"If you are alive, just squeak, don't keep silent, the grass on the grave is three feet high, and there is nothing to put on the hill!"

"I'll just give you ten breaths." Wei Lingshan said stubbornly, "If you don't answer me, I'll throw away that broken ring and wander the world alone."

Count down to dozens in my heart.

Wei Lingshan stepped forward very familiarly, and kicked the piece of green wood over, the dirt flew up, and the green wood with Yi Xiao's name on it flew high again.

vent anger.

Kick it and kick it, no big deal.

"Since you don't return to me, I'll treat you as dead." The purple-clothed woman gritted her teeth and said, "I kicked your grave, who dares to say anything?"

Below the mountain, Xiao Buyi and Tang Xiaoman were silent to each other, slightly embarrassed.

"Young lady dare to kick the immortal's grave." It was not the first time Axiu saw this scene, and he murmured, "No wonder my uncle dare not come back."

Immediately afterwards, the little boy's pupils shrank slightly.

He raised his head somewhat bewilderedly, and stretched out one hand out of the oil-paper umbrella.

On the top of Lianyi Mountain, the light rain turned into heavy rain, pouring down, and the thunder from the dome roared past.

So in front of Wei Lingshan, there was an extra handsome face.

Axiu at the foot of the mountain murmured: "Immortal? Ah, that's not right. Uncle?"

Yi Xiao put her hands on her knees, gasped for breath, raised her head, and looked at the girl in purple in front of her.

On Wei Lingshan's pretty face, the anger was still there, and he was still in shock.

His Highness thought for a long time, carefully.

Finally said a word.

"squeak?"

(End of this chapter)