White hair fell to the ground, and the spotless sacrificial robes bloomed into a solitary and holy posture in the darkness. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
Taiqing closed her eyes and concentrated, and said in a deep voice: "If I don't respond, how will you treat me?"
"Master..." Jingli seemed to want to say something, but the last two words came out of his mouth.
Taiqing sighed: "Do you know that sending the human race to the hands of the immortals will be an eternal infamy?"
"I know." Jingli knows better than anyone else that no matter whether humanity survives or dies, he, as the last saint, cannot escape blame.
Humanity is no match for other traditions, and every pair of eyes is fixed on him. Gongsun Yanhua also said that Taiqing can help him this time, but he will not be able to help him again after that. Sooner or later, someone will attack humanity, maybe it's Gongsun Yanhua who just left, maybe it's the ever-aggressive Sheng Tianxiang, or maybe even the tenth Buddha who is dormant in the Snowy Mountains.
After his death, the demon clan from the Hundred Thousand Mountains will completely occupy Dajing, and the entire south will become the granary of the demon clan. There are also human races distributed in Beichuan and the four seas. Now that the end of the world has come, the world has been turned upside down. Without the protection of the saints, how can they survive in this troubled time as they are so fragile? If the catastrophe lasts longer, maybe there will really be no human race in this world.
"Disciple is willing to bear it." Jingli knelt in front of Taiqing, using the most humble gesture and the most sincere words, begging him to give the human race a chance to survive.
Among all the saints, only Taiqing is trustworthy.
Taiqing still closed his eyes and didn't answer. Although it would be inconvenient to include the human race within the protection scope, this inconvenience was far less than the power of the Human Dao Fruit. Moreover, if Jingli is forced to a dead end, he is likely to use witchcraft as a breakthrough to cause some trouble. A Shinto has already caused the saints to be in disarray, and a witchcraft will destroy the world.
"I understand, get up." Taiqing nodded and asked while calculating, "What else do I need to prepare for the funeral?"
Jingli didn't seem to expect Taiqing to agree so quickly. Previously, Jingli Ranxiang summoned Taiqing but was rejected. I thought he wanted to directly cut off the cause and effect, but now it seems that he is willing to protect the human race.
He stood up and whispered: "Le Shu has just been ordered to succeed, but other than that... nothing else."
The original heir apparent, Zhong Sui, was nowhere to be found, and something changed if it was too late. Jingli did not dare to delay, so he directly ordered Le Shu to inherit the Temple of Heaven first.
Taiqing looked at him for a long time, but could not say a word: "..."
At this time, there was neither a blazing sun nor a bright moon in the sky. Only meteors could be seen piercing the darkness from time to time. Their bodies were burning with heavenly fire, or they melted into a blazing heat, or they fell heavily to the earth. en8. The earth is shaking, the world is overturned, and there is something tragic and heroic in the terrifying scene of doomsday.
Taiqing stretched out her hand to touch the clear and translucent spirit between his eyebrows, and let out a final sigh.
That bit of spiritual light dimmed in his hands, just like it had lit up in his hands hundreds of years ago.
—It was silent and thrilling.
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Qingchen was writing on the file, but suddenly his mind was in turmoil.
Practitioners with Taoism in their hearts often sense blessings and misfortunes, and they will use this kind of sensing in advance to seek benefits, avoid harm, and reduce losses. Strong emotions suddenly flashed through Qingchen's heart just now, mixed with surprise, fear, and joy. The feeling that surged up at this moment made him stop writing. He has become a Taoist, and he usually worries less. Such a mood is very abnormal. It seems that something big is going to happen around him.
He gently put down the pen in his hand, his fingertips trembling unconsciously, and the emotion almost burst out.
The pen and ink spilled a little, leaving a black dot on the yellowed file. Qingchen stared at the black dot, and it took him a while to calm down. He raised his hand and pressed it on his forehead, feeling that the mark left by Yun Qing was astonishingly hot, and the majestic power came from the other end.
"I'm here." Yun Qingzhi landed directly on his desk. Qingchen quickly stepped away and bowed to her.
"What's the big deal?" Qingchen asked cautiously.
Yun Qing got down from his desk, opened the door and went out: "The saint has fallen."
Qingchen was startled: "But..."
He shut his mouth, there was nothing good to say. The Yunqing people came running over, they must have died. He quickly chased Yun Qing and ran out the door. It was pitch dark outside. He lived in a remote place and couldn't even see the lights around him. There was something glowing in Yun Qing's hand in the darkness. Only now did Qingchen take a closer look at her. She was wearing a thin white dress, with wide sleeves and loose belt, and she was holding an ancient mirror in her arms.
The mirror looks like gold but not gold, looks like wood but not wood, has an ancient pattern, and is emitting a soft light of pale blue.
"It's a sentence about Mang Gujing." Yun Qing didn't look at him, but she could feel his gaze.
Qingchen lowered his head and did not dare to look further. He asked: "Are you going to take the humanistic seed?"
Yun Qing kept walking forward until he walked out of the courtyard and into an empty street, with sticky mist in the air. The Lutian Holy Altar is in the center of the entire Ci'an City, and Qingchen lives in the northwest corner. She is slowly walking from here to the place where the saint of humanity died.
Qingchen followed her, and was a little surprised to see her walking slowly: "Aren't you in a hurry?"
"Of course there's no rush." Yun Qing's voice echoed in the empty streets, sounding a little eerie, "The Tao seeds are placed here. What can't be taken away can never be taken away, and what can be taken away can never be stopped. live."
Qingchen didn't want to say anything. In fact, he wanted to ask himself whether he should take this opportunity to control the Temple of Heaven, but seeing that Yun Qing had no intention of helping him, he could only remain silent. He felt that Yun Qing was very strange. It was clear that everything was calm, but she would suddenly say "there is not enough time." It was clear that it was a critical moment, but she was not in a hurry. Qingchen has been with her for many years, and has never figured out what is urgent for her and what can be slowed down.
"It's time to prepare for the rain..." Yun Qing suddenly said, "If it has already started to rain, there is no point in worrying."
Qingchen quickly gathered his thoughts. She must have spied on her random thoughts just now.
Yun Qing looked very gentle, and his tone was seductive: "Be careful of those who start busy on sunny days, because they probably know when it will rain. Also be careful of those who are calm on rainy days, because most of them will Know when the rain stops.”
Qingchenxin said, isn’t that you? Then he thought that Yun Qing probably knew what he was thinking, so he quickly said: "Yes, yes, I know."
"But there is another kind of person who is as calm as a mirror no matter it is sunny or rainy, because they are not afraid of wind and rain." Yun Qing said, suddenly laughing, "For example, the person in front of you."
There was a person standing at the other end of the long street, with white hair and white clothes, a cold expression, his eyes were shining, and the green on his forehead was faintly glowing. He was holding a fly whisk in his hand, and his whole body had an air of immortality that was beyond the world. At first glance, his whole body was filled with light and there was no darkness at all. Qingchen only glanced at him, his eyes seemed to be pierced by this brilliant light, and his soul felt pain. This person's cultivation level is unfathomable, and Qingchen cannot even look at him with his Taoist body.
Qingchen quickly retreated behind Yun Qing, staring down at her pale ankles. Yun Qing smiled brightly, and his expression seemed to be full of joy as if he were reunited with an old friend: "The ghost path has not been cleared yet, and you have come to the human path now?"
"I came here to intercept you." Xie Yao said calmly.
Qingchen felt that every time he spoke a word, light would bloom in his soul. After one sentence, there was nothing left in his soul but light. Without the mobilization of spiritual energy or vitality, the words themselves constitute an unstoppable force. Once the words are spoken, the rules are established. Qingchen always thought that this kind of thing would only happen in legends, but he didn't expect to see a living person today. The most important thing is that this living person has ill intentions towards Yun Qing.
Yun Qing still walked forward slowly, and his smile did not change at all: "I'd like to trouble you to leave the ghost path and run for this trip."
"Stop." Xie Yao looked at her indifferently. As soon as he finished speaking, countless cyan imperial seals spread from Yun Qing's feet. The lines on these imperial seals were like vines, tightly binding Yun Qing's movements. pace.
Yun Qing didn't resist, just stood there with a smile but not a smile: "What... is something wrong?"
"have."
Qingchen couldn't stand it after listening to two sentences. He thought that these two people were really anxious to speak. They couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
"You want the Ghost Dao. Do you want to take the Human Dao as well?" Yun Qing shook his head helplessly, but the smile on his face did not diminish. "If you want everyone in the world, why don't you do it now?" Just tell me so that I won’t run out in vain in the future when I’m tired from running around.”
Xie Yao took back the imperial seal when he saw that she was no longer moving forward. He didn't have any reaction after hearing Yun Qing's words. He just nodded lightly and said, "That's exactly what I meant."
Yun Qing's expression was blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking: "The yellow spring and the blue sky are not as dissatisfied as you."
Xie Yao's face was even more unclear. His tone of voice was almost completely flat, without any ups and downs: "Heaven and Earth Avenue is not as easy to talk to as you."
Yun Qing couldn't help but laugh again: "That's all, I just can't move because of humanity."
"Have you ever calculated how many remaining saints will perish?" Xie Yao's eyes were deep. He suddenly approached Yun Qing. Qing Chen stepped back involuntarily, but when he looked up, Yun Qing was still standing there. So he walked back silently.
Yun Qing stood holding the mirror, her eyes closed, as if she was calculating, but more like she was avoiding the light brought by Xie Yao.
It's too glaring.
No matter how many times Yun Qing looked at the divine light on his body, these words would still come to mind.
It would be nice if it could be a little softer.
"We just counted it all." Yun Qing sighed in his heart and opened his eyes again, "How many did you count?"
Xie Yao smiled a little at the corner of his mouth, but it didn't appear stiff, but it still couldn't hide the indifference in his eyes. He stopped a step away from Yun Qing, looked down at her and said, "Everything."
"That's right." Yun Qing looked at him and smiled softly, "Until a saint dies, there will always be robbers."