Accidents occurred all over the place, and a small piece of land in front of the ancient city turned into a mess.
The sky was swaying, dancing with scattered human figures on the clear water bottom. At this time, no one was enjoying the beauty of the morning glow.
Suddenly, another divine attendant walked out of nowhere and said, "That's too abrupt, Your Majesty."
Ji Liyou broke away from Princess Mingkang's bewitching voice and gradually woke up. After taking a closer look, he found that this person was the child he met on Haizi.
"It's you?"
The child smiled, "Mr. Ji, we meet again."
"Who are you?"
"I've told you that I am an envoy of God, don't you believe me?"
"I believe it now." Ji Liyou smiled.
"Here comes another helper. Should we help Mr. Wen?" Anmuda asked Wei Lang's opinion.
"Wait a minute, maybe we are friends rather than enemies."
Ranran looked at Mingkang's stunning face and suddenly said to Anmuda, "She seems... not so beautiful anymore."
It was just half a day before and after, but she gave people a completely different feeling.
"Isn't she still the same face? What's the difference?"
Ran Ran insisted, "It's just different."
Wei Lang understood what she meant, because he also noticed something different.
It's the same skin, but the soul wrapped under the skin has changed, and the whole person's temperament has also changed.
When she was Ji Liyou, although she looked weak and could be bullied, her eyes were tough, clear and bright, clear in grudges and crisp, but when she was Princess Mingkang, those eyes were like obsidian. The eyes are stained with venom, and they are like bottomless abyss of water, with needles hidden in the cotton, making people always feel a bit wary.
"Her eyes don't seem as beautiful anymore." Ran Ran said.
Wei Lang lowered his head and glanced at Ran Ran. What she was thinking was exactly the same as his.
Anmuda smiled and said, "Why don't I see the difference? Don't tell me that only when Ji Liyou is in that woman's body do you think she is a peerless beauty."
Ran Ran clapped her hands and said, "Yes, that's what I mean."
The three of them were whispering to each other and did not participate in the war between Mr. Wen and the temple.
"Zhenya, the master said that he wants to see the god." The child announced to the man with the butterfly pattern.
"...Shangzun is awake?"
"You and Jiuri are going to embarrass our distinguished guests behind your back. Go and receive your punishment."
The two men who had been so aggressive just now were relieved. They knelt in front of the temple and respectfully raised their hands above their heads. After raising it three times, they left together.
Wei Lang came over and said, "Is this the end?"
He was still thinking about whether to side with Shi Weishen or Ji Liyou, and was a little troubled.
Ji Liyou was following him to go with him to see the Supreme Master they were talking about, when a fan was held around his waist.
He asked him, "You don't want me to go?"
The storyteller handed the fan to him and said, "Just wait for me here."
"But… "
"Don't worry, it's okay."
"Then you bring Zi Qing Yanyu with you, I don't need it."
The storyteller shook his head, "If anything changes, you can control this weapon."
"Without you, I wouldn't even know how he would transform."
The storyteller smiled and said, "I'll teach you when I get back."
He spoke slowly but seriously. Ji Liyou suddenly felt a sense of danger. He grabbed his wrist and said, "I'll go with you."
The storyteller didn't know why he kept him, but he really didn't want him to go with him.
I don't want him to see that person either.
The inner hall was burning with strong incense, not a warm incense, but a cold incense. A deep sniff made me feel chilled in my heart.
The storyteller plays chess with the person behind the curtain.
At this time, the inner hall was as quiet as a tomb, except for the sound of chess pieces being knocked down. The child who accompanied him just now played the guqin not far away, and the sound of the piano and the sound of chess echoed each other.
Heizi occupies more and more territory, and his attacks are full of hostility. Bai Zi on one side seems to be unable to escape his bad luck. The sound of the piano becomes more and more urgent, and the sound of raindrops falling on the jade plate is heard.
The storyteller felt that his arm was sore. Soon, along the arm, it seemed as if thousands of silver nails were embedded in the shoulder. The pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow. He pretended to be relaxed and moved his arm slightly, but nothing was touched. The pain only increased. Not reduced.
Suddenly, the storyteller understood where this power came from.
It was this old friend with a peaceful expression in front of him.
He gently held a white piece between his index and middle fingers and stared at the entire chessboard, like a king looking at the torn country.
Black Zi broke up White Zi's defense and attacked blindly.
This war unfolds in the faint sound of the piano, and with the sound of the piano, the storyteller hears the dull sound of horse hoofs trampling flesh and blood.
He was immediately taken back to the world of Jambudvipa.
He could no longer hold the chess piece in his hands and dropped it to the ground.
Crystal beads of sweat fell from his forehead, and the storyteller sighed, "I lost, I lost to Ji Fuwei, and I also lost to you."
The man behind the curtain put down the chess piece in his hand and said, "No."
He walked out of the curtain and explained, "Maybe you just lost to Ji Liyou. In this world, you are the only one who lost to him."
"In front of you, the desires in my heart cannot hide." The storyteller said.
"Why am I not?"
They both laughed and he reached out his hand to help him up.
The storyteller said, "Congratulations, you have survived your disaster."
There was no sadness or joy on his face, and he patted the storyteller on the back, "You have indeed lost all your immortal bones now. I would also like to congratulate you on being able to become a human being."
"It's still early to be a human being."
"Yes, it's like a folk butcher butchering a pig, removing the bones and leaving a body of fairy meat."
"I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, but you still like to tease people verbally." The storyteller said.
"Thank you for the compliment. It's an honor for me to tease you."
"The first thing you do when you wake up, isn't it just that you want to play chess with me?"
"What do you think I'm thinking?"
The storyteller smiled and said, "It's best not to think about things you shouldn't think about."
He fist bumped with him and said with a smile, "Don't be so serious all the time. I won't even dare to joke with you anymore."
"By the way, I want to take Mingkang away."
He spread his hands and said, "I don't know where she comes from. If you want to take her away, take her away."
How can he not know that people wake up here, the storyteller knows everything about him, lest the world will not be in chaos.
"If she wants to go with you."
"I am indeed ashamed of her and Da Ye. I will repay what I owe her, but I hope you will not get involved between us again."
"I have no intention of getting between you." There was a smile in his eyes, but there was an unbreakable chill on his face.
"But are you sure she is willing to go with you?"
The storyteller said of course, "She will definitely follow me."
However, when he said he would take her away, she was unwilling to believe him.
Ji Liyou held his breath and could only remain silent.
Ranran pushed and ignored Ji Liyou, "Brother Liyou, I just asked you if you wanted to go back to Southern Wei with me. Why didn't you say anything?"
"Someone has stirred a hornet's nest." Anmuda said to Ran Ran.
"What hornet's nest?"
Anmuda pointed at the two people outside the stone pillars of the temple. Wei Lang also looked at the two people without moving, and then turned around to take a look at Ji Liyou's expression.
Ran Ran walked over and asked, "Wei Lang, do you like Princess Mingkang?"
Wei Lang laughed angrily, "What did you say?"
"Then why else do you keep looking at Princess Mingkang and Mr. Wen? Are you afraid that Mr. Wen will snatch Princess Mingkang away?"
Wei Lang really didn't know which of her eyes saw that he was interested in Mingkang, "Yes... you are right."
"But I think Princess Mingkang only likes Mr. Wen."
As soon as the words came out, Wei Lang quickly covered her mouth, "Kid, stop talking nonsense."
"If you don't believe me, ask Brother Liyou."
Anmuda covered his forehead, "Headache, headache."
He stretched out his hand and clamped Ran Ran's neck, held her under his armpit and dragged her away, leaving Ji Liyou standing there alone in a daze.
The master of the temple was indeed right, she would not go with him.
After everyone left, the incense in the temple had not yet finished dispersing.
Only this time the two people playing chess became Mingkang and him.
"You can go with him, why not? Isn't he the person you have been waiting for for a hundred years?"
Mingkang smiled bitterly, "He said that since I was dead, I should no longer exist in the world, and he wanted to take me back to save me... Hahahahaha... He actually said that he wanted to save me... "
He also smiled, "If he said he wanted to marry you, would you be willing to go with him?"
Mingkang didn't know how to answer.
"Look, it's not that you don't want to leave, it's just that the chips he gave you are not enough. He should give himself to you."
"But he didn't want to." Mingkang said, "I know that the lives of us mortals are just playthings in your hands, how could he be willing to look back at me."
"The demise of the Great Cause is destiny. He is just following the trend. So in the final analysis, the fault is not his. Why should you pile all the faults on him alone? The Great Cause has been weak for many years and was defeated by the enemy in one blow."
"I understand what you mean by destiny. Even if it wasn't him, someone else would come to destroy my country. But why did it happen to be him? I loved him so much, but he failed me."
"Gods and ghosts are the same. They both have no heart. Let me tell you this."
"Are you talking about yourself?"
"The wise see the wisdom."
"It's not that he has no heart, he just... refuses to give me his heart."
He nodded, "If you lose, you lose everything."
Mingkang had tears in his eyes and slowly closed his eyes, "If you want this body, take it. I don't care if you use her to hold anyone's soul."
"Thank you, but..."
"You don't need it anymore?"
"Yes, the first time I saw him after the tribulation, I knew that I no longer need your body. What I want is not this beautiful bone."
"Why do you and him always look at the same place and see the same person?" Mingkang didn't understand.
"You are very similar to him, but a beautiful person with a gentleman's feeling is what I want."
"It's a pity, it's a pity that you can't get him, just like I can't get him."
"I'm different from you. You don't have any power, but I do. My power is enough for me to get whatever I want."
"Then I wish the Lord God a great victory in advance."
"Thank you, please leave here."
"Okay, I hope you and I never meet again."
A husband and wife relationship is just a matter of time. How can two careless people be husband and wife for a long time
After leaving Haizi, a heavy rain fell on the Silwei Grassland. Several people were soaked by the rain and their clothes were soaked through.
If you follow the path on the grassland, you will soon be back to the tribe.
Ranran stopped by the sea and refused to return to the Wei tribe. She wandered on the shore.
"Let's go, why don't you go?" Anmuda pushed her.
"I... I won't go. You can go back by yourselves." She stepped forward and took Ji Liyou's arm, "Brother Liyou, let's go back to Southern Wei."
Ji Liyou opened his sleeves and covered her head. In the heavy rain, everyone's face was wet, and the rain fell down along the eyelashes, "Ran Ran, find a place to stay now, and we will talk slowly later. "
"But the high priest of Shi Wei wants to kill me."
The storyteller sighed, "Then you stay here alone."
Wei Lang dragged her away, "Who said I would take you back to our tribe?"
"Then where are we going?"
"There are more than seventy small tribes under the Shiwei tribe, scattered throughout the grassland. Let's go back to Aunt Anmuda's house first. Anmuda and I will go back the next day to apologize. Don't worry, I won't let you see me. High priest." Wei Lang said.
Ran Ran felt relieved.
Anmuda suffered from the rain, but her face was flushed. When she arrived at her aunt's house, everyone knew that she had contracted the cold. She threw herself into her aunt's arms and complained that she had a stomachache.
My aunt counted the days and said it was about time. She caught cold again and went to the grassland overnight to invite a doctor.
Ji Liyou drank a bowl of warm wine and handed the remaining half of the bowl to the storyteller. The two of them did not speak for the entire night.
It was still early, but Ji Liyou said that he was tired and found a tent to sleep in early.
When the rain stopped, Wei Lang called the storyteller out, and the two talked some words.
After arriving outside, Wei Lang said, "My eyes can see clearly at night."
"Um?"
"If it hadn't rained just now, how could the blood stains on your black clothes be washed away? If he saw it, he would be very worried."
"Yeah, thanks to the rain."
"You are wearing black because you are worried that he will come back and see you injured, right?"
When he didn't answer, Wei Lang sighed, "Now that you are made of flesh and blood, I'm afraid you won't be able to heal quickly if you are injured. I have a few spells here that should help you heal."
"No need." After saying that, he left.
Wei Lang stopped him, "Why did you bring Mingkang back today? You know that he will be suspicious of you. Even if Ji Liyou tolerates you, I'm afraid he can't bear you to bring back a woman. This woman still has a worldly relationship with you." people."
"I know." That's all he said.
"Do you think that no matter what you do, he will forgive you?"
"That's a private matter between us, and it's not yours to worry about. Wei Lang, are you too caring about Liyou, or are you caring too much about me?"
Wei Lang shut up.
Ranran accompanied Anmuda in her aunt's tent, waiting for the doctor to arrive.
After waiting for a while, Anmuda said, "I'm going to relieve myself. Doctor You will come after a while. You ask him to wait for me for a while."
"Okay, go ahead."
Ranran was sitting on the chair. There was no one in the tent bag. Her aunt went to accompany Anmuda to the toilet, and the maids also left one after another. She was bored here alone, looking at the goldfish porcelain bowl in the tent bag in a daze. .
"It turns out that prairie people also have white porcelain like this." She said to herself.
After a pause, someone opened the curtain of the tent bag.
Ran Ran slowly turned her head and stayed there, motionless.
She looked at this man and was speechless.
"Is it your stomachache?"
Ran Ran nodded dully.
He asked her to lie down on the blanket while he came to take a look. Ranran lay down on the ground obediently and stretched out her hand to him.
(End of chapter)