Every time King Qin went out of the palace, it was a big battle. The luxurious honor guards accompanied him, the forbidden army opened the way along the road, and the people gathered around to watch, full of style. Of course, it is also very troublesome.
So they are now only sitting in a low-key carriage, with the blue curtain hanging down, separating the lively street scene outside.
Like any carriage on the street.
They are traveling in secret this time.
Ji Yue is very homely dressed today, wearing an azurite long gown, and Nong Li's facial features are hidden under the hat, which makes her look a bit gentle.
He gave another bamboo hat to Wei Lian, who was also dressed in Tsing Yi: "Put this on later."
Ganquan Temple is full of incense, and there are often noble ladies and officials who go to the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha. Ji Yue and Wei Lian have extraordinary identities, and if they are recognized on the mountain, they will have to fight again.
Wei Lian nodded slightly.
The carriage drove all the way to Bailu Mountain outside the city. At the foot of the mountain, the carriage can no longer move forward, and it is necessary to walk up the mountain. Many official carriages also parked here, from which well-maintained ladies and veiled daughters got off.
Wei Lian put on his hat, the white gauze hanging down to cover his delicate face, and leaned forward to lift the curtain.
It rained last night, the air was still a little damp, and the sky was quite cloudy. There are many people wearing bucket hats, and they are not particularly eye-catching.
But the moment he and Ji Yue came down still attracted the attention of many people. After all, in Bailu Mountain, where there are many female guests, two young men with outstanding appearance suddenly appeared, and it always made people look at them more. Even if his appearance is covered up, his aura can't be concealed.
I don't know who the boss is.
The long stone steps stretched all the way and were already crowded with people. Many girls stay in the boudoir all year round, lack of energy, and the road is slippery after the rain, and they always stop and rest for a while after walking a few steps.
Ji Yue didn't like the crowd, so he grabbed Wei Lian's hand: "Let's go the other way."
Wei Lian raised his eyes and let Ji Yue pull away.
Back Mountain.
Looking at the mottled stone steps overgrown with weeds and the muddy road that had been washed away by the rain, Wei Lian pondered for a moment and asked sincerely, "Dare to ask where the road is?"
Ji Yue raised his chin: "Ahead."
Wei Lian turned around and left.
He didn't want to walk on the high road, he wanted to come here and get his shoes dirty.
Young Master Lian, who is slightly obsessed with cleanliness, dislikes it very much.
Ji Yue smiled behind him and said, "Wei Lian, can't your Qinggong guarantee that the soles of your shoes will not touch the dust and the leaves will not touch your body?"
Wei Lian paused, then turned back.
"Of course I can."
The two looked at each other and rushed out at the same time. The two figures shuttled through the forest very quickly, like arrows from the strings.
The mountains and plains are full of green and slender bamboos, and the dewdrops after the rain stay on them, and the green color is dripping. The two of them were extremely light-handed, and they used the strength of the bamboo to move forward at a high speed, and their feet hardly touched the ground.
The oncoming wind rushed in with the fresh air, blowing away Wei Lian's bamboo hat and gauze curtain. The youth with picturesque features, green shirts and folding fans, seems to be integrated with the green mountains and forests around.
It didn't take a moment for them to set foot on the flat land built on the mountainside.
Ji Yue and Wei Lian landed first. In the next instant, Wei Lian stopped beside him.
Both of them have a steady breath, fresh and clean.
Ji Yue looked sideways and said, "You are one step slower."
He raised his hand and brushed down a bamboo leaf on Wei Lian's hat.
Wei Lian replied calmly, "You have mud on the soles of your shoes."
After landing, he didn't move a step, trying to rub off the mud on the soles of his shoes, thinking he wouldn't find out
Ji Yue: "..."
Ji Yue bowed: "Wei Shaoxia is so good, he's losing."
Wei Lian was too lazy to deal with this naive ghost.
He looked back and saw that the two of them had just walked up - or rather, the section of the road they had flown up, was covered with dirt and was far away, as if no road had been built.
If an ordinary person took it one step at a time, he would be exhausted to death.
Wei Lian said, "How do you know that there is still a road behind the mountain?"
Ji Yue said: "I have lived alone in Ganquan Temple for a while, and I naturally know it. The little novice in the daily temple goes down the mountain to fetch water from this road."
Wei Lian said: "...that's not a little novice, that's called an ascetic."
Is this road a human walk
Ji Yueyang smiled a little: "Aren't you curious why I lived in Ganquan Temple?"
Because he was traveling in private, he no longer called himself "lonely".
The bamboo forest is lush, and the back mountain is remote. There are only two of them here, which is quite quiet and leisurely.
Wei Lian said, "It's not hard to guess."
Ji Yue: "Oh?"
"I guess, every time you win a battle and come back from the battlefield, you will stay in Ganquan Temple for a few days." Wei Lian glanced at him.
Ji Yue was startled.
"You once said that you don't believe in ghosts and gods, and if you want to come, you don't believe in Buddhism." Wei Lian stared at him quietly, "But you also said that in order to save... Mother Concubine, you would rather believe it."
Ji Yue's mother-in-law is also his mother-in-law.
"You don't really like killing people."
"I don't like war, blood, separation, but doing things like this." Wei Lian whispered, "If you don't do these things, someone will always do them. You can just do it faster than them and make it all over. earlier."
Ji Yue was never bloodthirsty, did not like to kill, and was not a tyrant. But he has to do it.
Some people raised the butcher's knife to protect the common people.
But after all, it cannot erase the fact that it is full of sinful karma.
Wei Lian patted his shoulder: "I know you're tired."
How can a person not be tired after carrying so much and holding on for so long
In the year when Ji Yue pacified the internal turmoil of foreign relatives, the internal situation of the Qin state was chaotic, and the fifteen-year-old young emperor seemed to be far from the age to be worthy of a major role.
Qin is a piece of fat in the eyes of all countries, always waiting to be divided up by a group of wily foxes.
So... he strikes first.
In 12 years, he launched nine wars, and he was invincible.
Ji Yue's hand holding the knife was always steady.
Killing people on the battlefield does not blink an eye, and the name of Yama is spread all over the world.
But I don't know that the cold-faced and ruthless living Yama is the one who is most tired of all this and wants to end it as soon as possible. Every time they win a battle and the whole country celebrates, their supreme king needs to clean up the lingering nightmare in the temple, and he needs to ask Jingchen to save the souls of those who died in battle, to resolve the deep sorrow like a sea .
He was not afraid, just sad.
Even the people in the Qin Palace forgot that their Majesty was just a boy who liked rabbits at first.
It is too cruel to let a boy who likes rabbits take on the responsibility of the prince of troubled times.
These are things that Ji Yue never said, but Wei Lian can understand.
Wei Lian hugged him gently, with a hint of comfort.
Ji Yue's eyes drooped slightly, his pupil light trembled, like a thin layer of snow falling on a cedar that had been tough and straight for a long time.
Then, the spring breeze turned into rain.
"Cough!" A cough interrupted their hug.
"The holy land of Buddhism, the two benefactors should be careful."
Wei Lian immediately separated from Ji Yue, but was still held tightly by the hand.
The visitor had a "no eye to see" look.
It was a young monk, about twenty-five or six, wearing a monk's robe and looking very handsome.
If you keep your hair back, you'll be famous as a handsome boy.
Ji Yue said, "Master Jingchen."
Wei Lian: "?!"
He heard Ji Yue talk about Master Jingchen.
It is said that he is highly esteemed, has a profound way of doing things, and is still the abbot of a temple.
Shouldn't it be an old man with a fluttering white beard
Ji Yue explained: "Although Master Jingchen is young, his seniority is high, and his cultivation is also high."
Jingchen was praised in a high spirit: "Amitabha, the donor is over-acclaimed."
But the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed.
Wei Lian: "...Hello, Master."
Jingchen smiled and said, "Okay, okay."
Wei Lian: "."
This doesn't look like a master monk at all...
"Donor Ji, we met again." Jingchen returned to the topic, "The poor monk and Donor Ji are old acquaintances, and now I want to reminisce with Donor Ji. I wonder if this donor can avoid it for the time being?"
Wei Lian looked at Ji Yue, who nodded slightly.
Wei Lian retracted his gaze: "Then I'll go to the front yard for incense first."
The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the meditation room is deep with flowers and trees. Bamboo trees are cultivated in the forests, the birds are singing in the spring stream, the bells in the morning and the drums in the evening, and the flowing water is gurgling.
The quiet environment is very suitable for self-cultivation. This is also the reason why Jiyue always calms down here after the war in the past.
Otherwise, just after leaving the bloody battlefield, he has to return to the cage in the deep palace that brought him many bad memories, which will always drive people crazy.
The two sat opposite each other in the courtyard, and there were two tea cups on the stone table.
Jingchen hit the nail on the head: "Donor Ji is here for the mutation of Tian Ruixing."
Ji Yue's expression changed: "Yes."
"What the person who told you about this is true." Jingchen changed his unreliable appearance before, and his tone was a little dignified, "The catastrophe will start, and there will be a bloody disaster in the southeast."
Southeast again.
Ji Yue asked, "May we survive this disaster?"
Jingchen said: "Yes. But I'm afraid... it's too late. There is only one way to turn the tide."
"The method of turning robbery is on the donor who was beside you just now."
Ji Yue's eyes sank: "What do you mean by this?"
Jingchen brewed a cup of tea for herself: "That donor has an immortal fate."
Ji Yue: "...?"
Wei Lian is an extraordinary existence.
The real dragon's fate is not enough, has the fairy fate come out
"Donor Ji don't need to worry too much, that donor is a person in the world, and his life should be very expensive." Jingchen used the word "should", which made Ji Yue's heart sink.
What is this supposed to be
Jingchen continued, "He has immortal energy on his body... Probably because he had an opportunity, he was granted the ability by someone outside the world, and it happened to be useful in this calamity. He is the only one who can resolve this calamity."
But the price may be... to bury itself.
Outsiders...
Ji Yue suddenly thought of Wei Lian's elusive master.
The world is so vast that there are always things beyond the comprehension of mortals. The people burn incense and worship Buddha, believe in ghosts and gods, make sacrifices in the imperial court to pray for rain, and make divinations.
And in this world, there must be some people outside the world who cultivate the way of immortality. There have always been many kings who have spent their whole lives seeking the elixir of immortality, eager to see traces of immortals, in order to seek immortality.
It's just that those existences shunned the world and did not interfere in human affairs.
Ji Yue hurriedly said, "Then is he safe?"
Jingchen shook his head: "The poor monk sees... the death is haunted, and the misfortune is more fortunate than for good."
Ji Yue's pupils shrank.
"Ji Yue!" Wei Lian squeezed out of the crowd, saw Ji Yue walking towards him, his eyes brightened, and he ran over.
Ji Yue looked up: "Huh?"
"I asked for a peace talisman for you. The master has opened it." Wei Lian shoved the safety talisman into Ji Yue's hand, "Be sure to wear it to keep you safe."
Ji Yue looked at the peace talisman in his hand, a little stunned.
"What did you talk about with that master?" Wei Lian asked.
Ji Yue was quiet, put the peace talisman into his palm, shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing."
"It's just reminiscing about the old."
The author has something to say:
It's not immortal writing, it's not abusive writing, don't open your mind.
Do you know what kind of story I put together after sorting out the plot development that I guessed in the comment area
[Wei Lian and Ji Yue misunderstood each other and became estranged. After poisoning and escaping, they established themselves as kings and Ji Yue faced each other with swords and swords. In the end, Ji Yue died.]
This is the plot some people have guessed, and it's so scary that I can't help but ponder my sweet text label.