Zangfeng Pavilion has its own world, which is the same as the Lutian Holy Altar. en8.
When Yun Qing sneaked into the Hundred Flowers Festival more than ten years ago, he saw thousands of celestial phenomena evolving on the altar, including mountains, rivers, vegetation, snow-capped hills, birds and animals. When I walked in from the Lutian Altar, the whole scene changed very abruptly, as if I fell into another world in an instant. She originally thought that the same was true in Zangfeng Pavilion, but she didn't expect that when she opened the narrow door and went in, it still looked like an ordinary small attic.
Yun Qing looked around, and there were paintings hanging on the walls. The style of painting was quite freehand, with only a few faint strokes in each painting, and there was no clear reason for it. Yun Qing looked at the paintings one by one along the wall. The brush strokes on these paintings were not necessarily very good, nor were the writing skills very exquisite, but the sword intention contained in them was frightening.
The area around some horizontal pens becomes a long, rolling river, churning endlessly. Standing in front of it, you feel like huge waves are coming straight towards the sky. Some of the ink marks were randomly blurred and scattered into plum blossoms, and the meaning of proud snow and wind almost condensed into substance. In addition to the scenery, there are also figures. Outlines are outlined with ink pen, and a touch of vermilion is applied to the lips, and it is clear that a beautiful woman has entered the painting. A few strokes of the coir raincoat, fishing alone in the cold river, and another old fisherman is included in the painting.
There were so many kinds of sword intent that it was almost overwhelming. Yun Qing had to calm down and start thinking of ways to pick out the most reliable one among the vast and vast paintings.
She stopped in front of a painting with the most neutral and peaceful atmosphere. This painting was extremely simple, with a black frame and pure white paper. There was only one stroke of ink on the paper to separate the yin and yang. This is Tai Chi Sword Spirit, one of the direct descendants of Mo Ling. The sword spirit in the painting must not be simple.
Yun Qing stretched out his hand and touched it. The yin and yang were separated, and the heaven and earth began to separate. A magnificent and clear picture slowly unfolded in front of his eyes. Zangfeng Pavilion was a small world of its own, which must have been referring to the place where countless sword spirits were supported.
She was currently in the sky above the entire painting, looking down at everything in the painting and the various forms of life.
The picture zoomed in, and what appeared in front of me was a series of palaces. The palaces were extremely luxurious, and jade, gold nuggets, and beads could be seen almost everywhere. I don’t know how many times the sun and moon alternated in the sky, but a fire suddenly ignited in the palace, and then the fire grew stronger in the wind, turning every palace room into scorched earth.
Yun Qing heard someone in the palace below shouting: "The Gaya family has rebelled. The rebels have entered the forbidden palace! Emperor, leave quickly!"
There was a cry and cry below, and countless princes and nobles no longer cared about their status and dignity. As soon as they saw the rebels, they knelt on the ground and quickly surrendered. Those beautiful women no longer pretended to be reserved, and came out to greet the rebels with hairpins in their hair. Once an emperor loses power, someone will always show his face and show his ugly face.
"Emperor Gaya, I hope you can quickly kill that foolish king and avenge our sisters!" One by one, the women who were taken into the harem by the emperor cried to the rebels of Gaya clan, as if they were not the ones who once enjoyed the wine ponds, meat forests, and colorful clothes and feathers. .
There was a romantic relationship in front of the palace, and they promised to live in the next life. In the blink of an eye, they parted ways. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
At this time, in the palace, the eyes of the old emperor in yellow robes were full of fear. All the palace people around him ran away, leaving only a little princess who had not yet grown up. The hall was originally filled with incense and warm, but now it became extremely cold, like falling into an ice cave.
The old emperor's body was weak and he seemed to be indulging in lust. His eyes were cloudy and frightened. He stumbled onto the throne, hugged the jade seal tightly and said: "This is a lonely country, and no one of you can try to take it away! "
The veins on his hands popped out, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that his whole body was stretched to the limit.
There was a girl in white clothes under the seat, her eyes were empty and quiet, she was holding a long sword and her expression was indifferent.
"Emperor, the change of dynasties is the general trend. Why should one person resist the way of heaven?"
"You traitor! Get out of here!" The old emperor smashed the jade seal in his hand and headed towards the girl.
The girl suddenly drew her sword, and a clear light flashed in her hand. In the blink of an eye, the jade seal turned into two halves and fell to the ground: "I have no connection with the world. I hope the emperor will not call me arbitrarily."
"I don't want to recognize such a wolf-hearted thing like you! My blood is flowing on your body, but you hold a sword and fight for outsiders, you treacherous son!" The emperor's face was twisted, and he frantically picked up the things on the table and moved towards the white-clothed man. The girl smashed it away.
The girl's expression was calm: "I am not fighting for the Gaya family, I am following the fate of fate."
Those messy things were annihilated by the sword energy when they came within one foot of her.
"Get out! Get out of here! Didn't Mo Ling say it was destiny when he became the emperor? Now! Why has this destiny changed to someone else!?" The emperor's wailing sound was like a trapped animal.
"It's the emperor who lost his destiny and failed to survive this disaster. At this time, the destiny is above Gaya's, and it's time for the emperor to go on his way." The girl said coldly.
As soon as she finished speaking, a large group of Gaya rebels rushed out of the palace gate behind her. One of the silver-armored generals flew up with a spear and pierced the old emperor in one stroke.
He laughed at the girl and said, "Thank you for your help, princess. When I establish the Gaya Dynasty, I will enshrine the Moling Sword Pavilion as a state religion!"
The girl in white clothes looked at the blood splattering in front of her eyes, her expression did not change at all, she said: "Gaya family, please take this as a warning for the emperor's fate. I, Lord Mo Ling, do not belong to the royal family in the world, but to the destiny of destiny. If you one day If I lose my destiny, then I, Mo Ling, can find another enlightened master."
The silver-armored general, later the First Emperor of Gaya, looked down, but still said respectfully: "Thank you for telling me, princess."
The girl in white clothes sheathed her sword and disappeared in an instant.
At this time, the picture Yun Qing saw gradually became blurry. She saw snow falling in the cold sky, the Yangtze River rolling eastward, and a small boat on the river. In the boat, a girl in white clothes looked at the moon and stood alone.
Under the feet of the green clouds rise the true flames of the sun and the black sky, walking across the water, and the vast mist on the river is like entering a fairyland.
"I've met senior." Yun Qing saluted the girl in white clothes.
"Just call me Jiang Yingyue. I am a sword spirit. I can no longer be called a senior. I am just a wandering spirit."
The girl in white clothes was the same as before, cold and clear, with eyes like cold springs.
"Aren't you a disciple of Mo Ling?" She looked at Yun Qing for a while, then slowly frowned.
Yun Qing said hurriedly: "I have a fate with Mo Ling, and with the help of senior Mo Ling, I was able to enter Zangfeng Pavilion."
Jiang Yingyue's brows still didn't relax: "Why are you here?"
Yun Qing said: "I once had a fierce weapon, but I was in a state of mind and couldn't control it. Fortunately, my senior gave me guidance, so I went to Guimen Zangfeng Pavilion."
"Do you want me to suppress the evil soldiers?" Jiang Yingyue's face showed no emotion or anger at all.
"That's what I meant. I hope..." Yun Qing was about to say, "I hope you will come with me out of Zangfeng Pavilion." Unexpectedly, Jiang Yingyue interrupted him immediately.
She said calmly: "You go."
Yun Qing thought to herself that among all the swordsmen she had ever met, Han Sheng was the only one who was easy to talk to, and the others were more aggressive than her.
"I wonder if you can tell me the reason?"
Jiang Yingyue looked at the moonlight, her body felt clear and empty, and it seemed more and more unreal: "I only follow fate."
Does this mean that helping her is acting against nature? Yun Qing thought about it and felt that something was wrong. It was obvious that she had always been blessed with good luck and destiny, so no matter how much she wanted to do something for her, it would not be against the will of heaven.
"What is the destiny you are talking about?" Yun Qing asked.
"It's not time to untie the evil for you, nor is it time for me to enter the world." Jiang Yingyue replied.
Yun Qing asked humbly: "Do you also know the current situation? Please give me some advice on how to comply with the destiny."
Jiang Yingyue raised her hand and drew her sword, and swung it towards the river. In an instant, the yin and yang were divided into two parts, clashing and surging.
"This is the current situation." Jiang Yingyue replied, "The two qi of yin and yang are filling the universe, and both of them need to be balanced. This is also true for the competition between the various great ways. The leader of the great ways is the saint. Today's saints are weak. No matter how glorious humanity is, it is nothing more than an appearance.”
Yun Qing has heard the saying that human saints are weak more than once. The last time he had a detailed discussion with the devil saint, he seemed to have this implicit meaning in his words. Think again about Zihong, whom I met recently. He said that a saint can achieve enlightenment after more than a hundred years. This is such a shocking talent. In troubled times, other saints would definitely not want to let him grow up.
"so… ?"
Jiang Yingyue's sword force continued, and the river waves rolled. The river water transformed by Yin Qi suddenly covered the river water transformed by Yang Qi. In an instant, the bank where Yang Qi was located was washed by big waves, capsizing countless boats.
"Taoists are closely related to the Taoist tradition, and they should also follow the Taoist tradition. Since the Taoist tradition is weak, it is naturally better for Mo Ling to choose to lie dormant. Otherwise, he will end up like these capsized boats, submerged in the long river of history by the flames of war."
Yun Qing still held on to some hope, so she asked: "I wonder when do you think it would be more appropriate to join the WTO?"
Jiang Yingyue's sword moves suddenly turned, and they were aggressive just now, but now they were as gentle as the breeze. The yin and yang qi gradually returned to balance, and then slowly merged, and the river rolled away.
"When heaven and earth are unified and yin and yang merge, we can ride a boat and break through the waves to survive this catastrophe."
Not fighting against the troubled times, only participating in the destiny of the prosperous times, this is Jiang Yingyue's way.
Yun Qing understood what she meant and said with a faint smile: "When heaven and earth are unified and then enter the world, all the fruits of Taoism in this world have been picked, so why talk about overcoming catastrophes and overcoming life and death? As long as we can enjoy a hundred years of well-being in heaven and earth Just die again. That’s all, I’m different from you, so I won’t bother you further.”
Yun Qing was born into chaos and conquest. Although she had great luck, she never relied on it, and what she relied on was never the so-called destiny. Because with the recurrence of destiny, today is yours and tomorrow is mine, so where can it get any protection and where can it get any punishment? Now that we know that destiny is against our will and there is no punishment or blessing, why should we bind ourselves to this destiny
It is better to jump out of the chessboard of heaven and earth and see who is controlling all living beings above the blue clouds.
Yun Qing's figure gradually faded, and finally disappeared from Jiang Yingyue's eyes. Jiang Yingyue's white clothes were stained with dew, but there was a slight smile in her eyes: "What a Huang Quan."
The dog in white clothes is overturned many times, and the vicissitudes of life have changed many times.
However, in the midst of great changes, some people want to go with the flow, while others want to stay the same forever.