Zangfeng Pavilion has its own world, which is the same as the altar of Lutian.
When Yun Qing entered the Hundred Flowers Festival more than ten years ago, he saw thousands of celestial phenomena evolving on the altar, including mountains, rivers, grass, snow-capped mountains, hills, birds and beasts. At that time, walking from the Lutian Altar, the whole scene changed very abruptly, as if falling into another world in an instant. She thought it was the same in the Zangfeng Pavilion, but she didn't expect to open the narrow door and go in, and it turned out to be an ordinary small attic.
Yun Qing looked around, there were paintings hanging on the walls, the style of the paintings was quite freehand, each painting had only a few strokes, and there was no reason for it. Yun Qing looked along the wall one by one. On this painting, the brush strokes may not be very good, and the brushwork may not be very exquisite, but the sword intent contained in it is frightening.
Some horizontal pens have become a long rolling river, churning endlessly. Standing in front of it, you can feel the huge waves rushing towards the sky. Some ink blots are randomly smeared, scattered into plum blossoms, and the meaning of being proud of the snow and facing the wind is almost condensed into substance. In addition to the scenery and the figures, the outlines are outlined with the ink pen, and then a touch of vermilion is applied to the lips, and it is a beautiful woman in the painting. A few strokes on the coir raincoat, fishing alone in the cold river, and an old fisherman is drawn into the painting.
There are so many kinds of sword intents that people are almost overwhelmed, Yun Qing had to gather his mind, and began to find a way 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 breath. This painting is extremely concise, with a black frame and pure white paper. Only one stroke of ink on the paper separates the yin and yang. This is Taiji Sword Intent, one of Mo Ling's direct inheritance, the sword spirit in the painting must not be simple.
Yun Qing stretched out his hand to touch, Yin and Yang were separated, the world began to divide, and a magnificent and clear picture slowly unfolded in front of his eyes. Zangfeng Pavilion became a small world by itself, which must refer to the place where countless sword spirits hold their bodies.
At this time, she is located in the sky above the entire painting scroll, looking down at everything in the painting, and the people are in various forms.
The picture is zoomed in, and there are continuous palaces in front of you. The palaces are extremely luxurious, and jade, gold nuggets and pebbles can be seen almost everywhere. I don't know how many times the sun and the moon alternated in the sky, a little flame suddenly ignited in the palace, and then the fire grew in the wind, turning every piece of the palace into scorched earth.
Yun Qing heard someone in the palace below screaming: "Gaya's rebellion, the rebels have already entered the Forbidden Palace! Dijun, go!"
There was a sound of crying and shouting, and countless princes and princes no longer cared about their status and dignity. When they saw the rebels, they knelt down on the ground and quickly surrendered. Those beautiful family members who looked like flowers no longer pretended to be reserved, and tied their hair with hairpins one after another, and came out to meet the rebels. Once the emperor loses power, there will always be people who want to tear their faces and show their ugliness.
"My lord Gaya, I hope to kill that stupid king quickly and avenge our sisters!" The women who were brought into the harem by the emperor cried to the Gaya rebels, as if they were not the ones who once enjoyed the wine pool, meat forest, and neon clothes. .
Once in front of the palace, she was romantic, and she promised her next life, but in a blink of an eye, her beauty was unlucky, and she parted ways.
At this moment in the palace, the eyes of the aged emperor in yellow robes were full of fear, and all the palace people around him ran away, leaving only a little princess who had not yet grown up by his side. 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 vain, and he looked like he was indulging in lust. His eyes were cloudy and terrified, he stumbled up to the throne, hugged Fang Yuxi tightly and said: "This is a lonely country, and none of you can try to take it away! "
The veins on his hands were bulging, his eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that his whole body was tense to the limit.
There was a young girl in white clothes under the seat, her eyes were bright and quiet, she was holding a long sword, her expression was indifferent.
"Emperor, the change of dynasties is the general trend, why use one person's strength to resist the way of heaven?"
"Nizi! Get out of here!" The old emperor smashed the jade seal in his hand, and was heading towards the girl.
The girl suddenly drew her sword, a clear light flashed in her hand, and the jade seal turned into two halves and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye: "I have lost my karma with the world, and I hope that the emperor will not call you casually."
"Gu still doesn't want to recognize you as a wolf-hearted thing! My blood is flowing on your body, but you are fighting for outsiders with swords, you rebellious son!" The emperor's face was contorted, and he frantically picked up the things on the table and moved towards the white-clothed man. The girl smashed it.
The girl's expression was calm: "I am not fighting for Gaya, I am following the destiny."
Those messy things were annihilated by the sword energy when they were within a foot of her.
"Get out! Get out of the way! When Gu became the emperor, Mo Ling was also said to be the bell of destiny, but now! Why is the destiny changed to someone else now!?" The emperor's wailing sound was like a trapped animal.
"It was the emperor who lost his destiny and failed to survive this catastrophe. At this time, the destiny is above Gaya's, and it is time for the emperor to go on the road." The girl said indifferently.
As soon as the words fell, a large group of Gaya rebels rushed out from the palace gate behind her, and one of the silver-armored generals flew a spear, piercing the old emperor in one fell swoop.
He laughed at the girl and said, "Thank you, princess, for your help. When I establish the Gaya Dynasty, I will enshrine the Moling Jiange as the state religion!"
The girl in white clothes looked at the blood splattered in front of her eyes, her expression remained unchanged, and she said: "Master Gaya, please be a warning to the end of the emperor. I Mo Lingzun is not the royal family of the world, but the destiny of the world. If you one day If I lose my destiny, then I, Mo Ling, can find another enlightened master."
The general in silver armor, who would later become Emperor Gaya, looked down, but still said respectfully: "Thank you, princess, for telling me."
The girl in white clothes sheathed her sword and disappeared instantly.
At this time, the picture Yun Qing saw gradually became blurred. She saw the cold sky with snow falling, a Yangtze River rolling eastward, a flat boat on the river, and a girl in white clothes looking at the moon alone in the boat.
At Yunqing's feet, a great sun and black sky rose, and as he stepped on the water, the mist on the river was vast, like entering a fairyland.
"I've met senior." Yun Qing saluted the girl in white clothes.
"You can call me Jiang Yingyue. I am transformed into a sword spirit. I can no longer be called a senior, but a wandering soul."
The girl in white clothes was the same as she had seen before, cold and clear, her eyes were like cold springs.
"Aren't you a disciple of Mo Ling?" She looked at Yun Qing for a while, then slowly frowned.
Yun Qing hurriedly said: "I have a predestined relationship with Mo Ling, and I was able to enter the Zangfeng Pavilion with the help of Senior Mo Ling."
Jiang Yingyue's brows still did not relax: "Why did you come here?"
Yun Qing said: "I once got a fierce soldier, but I was in a state of mind and couldn't control it. Fortunately, my senior gave me advice, so I found the Zangfeng Pavilion of the noble family."
"Do you want to use me to suppress the evil soldiers?" Jiang Yingyue's face showed no joy or anger at all.
"That's exactly what I mean, I hope..." Yun Qing was about to say, "I hope you will follow me out of the Zangfeng Pavilion", but Jiang Yingyue interrupted it all at once.
She said lightly: "You go."
Yun Qing thought to herself that among all the sword cultivators she had met, Han Sheng was the only one who was good at talking, 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 clear, and it looked more and more unreal: "I just follow the destiny."
Does this mean that helping her is acting against the sky? Thinking about it, Yun Qing felt that something was wrong. She was obviously blessed with good luck and fate, so no matter how she tried to help her, she would not go against the sky.
"What is the destiny you mentioned?" Yun Qing asked.
"It's not yet time to undo your evil spirits, nor is it time for me to enter the world." Jiang Yingyue replied.
Yun Qing asked humbly: "Does your Excellency know the current situation? Please give me some pointers on how to obey the destiny."
Jiang Yingyue raised her hand and drew her sword, and swiped towards the river, instantly splitting Yin and Yang into two, crashing violently.
"This is the current situation." Jiang Yingyue replied, "Yin and Yang are filled with the universe, and they all pay attention to a balance. The same is true for the competition between the various Dao systems. The head of the Dao is the sage, and the current sage is weak. No matter how brilliant the human nature is, it is only an appearance.”
Yun Qing has heard the saying that the power of the saint is weak more than once, and the last time he had a detailed discussion with the saint of the demonic way, he seemed to have this faint meaning in his words. Think about Zihong who I met recently. He said that a sage has attained the Tao in more than a hundred years. What an astonishing talent this must be. In a troubled world, other sages would definitely not want him to grow up.
"so… ?"
Jiang Yingyue's sword was continuous, and the river was rolling. The river water transformed by yin energy immediately overwhelmed the river water transformed by yang energy. In an instant, the bank where yang energy was located was washed by big waves, capsizing countless boats.
"Cultivators of the Tao are closely related to the orthodoxy, and should follow the orthodoxy. Since the orthodoxy is weak, it is better for Mo Ling to go dormant. Otherwise, the end will be like these capsized boats, drowned in the long river of history by the flames of war."
Yun Qing still held some hope, so she asked: "I wonder when your Excellency thinks it is more appropriate to join the WTO?"
Jiang Yingyue's sword moves suddenly changed. She was aggressive just now, but now she is suddenly as gentle as a gentle breeze. The yin and yang qi gradually returned to balance, and then slowly merged, and the river rolled away.
"When the heaven and the earth are united and the yin and yang blend together, we can ride the boat and break the waves to overcome this catastrophe."
Not to fight against the troubled times, but only to participate in the prosperity of the world, this is Jiang Yingyue's way.
Yun Qing understood what she meant, and said with a faint smile: "Wait until the world is unified before entering the world. The world's Dao fruit has already been harvested, so what are you talking about overcoming catastrophe and destroying life and death? You only need to enjoy a hundred years of well-being in the world Just die again. Forget it, I don’t have the same way as Your Excellency, so I won’t bother you any more.”
Yun Qing was born into chaos and conquest. Although she has great luck, she never relies on it, and what she relies on is never the so-called destiny. Because of the repetition of destiny, today is with you, tomorrow is with me, where does it come from for protection and punishment? Knowing that the destiny is against the side, there is no punishment and no protection, so why do you want to bind yourself to this destiny
It's better to jump out of the world chessboard and take a look to see who is influencing all living beings above Qingyun.
Yun Qing's figure gradually faded away, and finally disappeared before Jiang Yingyue's eyes. Jiang Yingyue's white clothes were covered with dew, but there was a slight smile in her eyes: "What a Huang Quan."
The white-clothed gray dog is overturned more often, and the vicissitudes of life have changed several times.
However, in the midst of great changes, some people want to follow the trend, while others want to be the same as ever.