There were piles of firewood on the open field, and the priests in the village slowly poured down the torches and lit the largest pile of firewood. On the firewood, there were pieces of amputated limbs, and the elegant and handsome man's face was still clear, as if he was still alive. Yan Dan tried her best not to avoid her gaze, and looked at the face carefully. Nan Zhao's eyebrows were indeed very similar to his.
It's just that these are all in vain to teach people sadness.
Separation of life and death was originally a necessary part of the cycle of heaven and earth, but she still couldn't see it through.
"This story is from nine years ago, a pair of sisters and three close friends. Later, a strange Jianghu person broke in, and the sister turned her back on the clan and the Jianghu person. And the sister also longed for that person in her heart, when she Knowing that they were going to escape from here, they killed the Jianghu man and hid it in the room. Later, the elder sister's eldest daughter discovered the secret in her mother's room and became the same as her mother." Liu Weiyang said in a low voice, "while my sister brought When the six-year-old child left, she was finally found by her clan, she already knew that her husband was not alive, so she slammed into the sword and committed suicide, and asked the child to remember revenge before she died."
He paused for a while, then added: "Actually, everyone has evil thoughts in their hearts, and when they can't be suppressed, such evil thoughts become demons."
Yan Dan heard Han Mao stand upright, and hurriedly interrupted him: "Enough, don't talk anymore!"
Liu Weiyang's eyes were calm and he looked forward: "Come on."
Yan Dan looked at it intently, and saw a slender figure slowly walking out of the shadows. The light lake-colored ice silk shirt shone slightly under the firelight, and the golden thread on the corners of the cuffs was even more dazzling. The man's footsteps were shredded, like a beautiful woman walking slowly in a leisurely courtyard, her skirt swaying slightly. But the man's head was kept down, buried in the darkness of the night.
Yan Dan only felt his throat dry, and after a while, he reached out and grabbed Yu Mo's sleeve, his teeth chattering: "Let's... let's go, it's nothing to see."
Yu Mo put his hand around her shoulder and said softly, "Okay, let's go now." Even though he said that, he couldn't move this step away.
I just heard a chuckle suddenly sounded in the cool wind. The man's voice was soft and soft, as if he was coquettish with his beloved: "So you are here, I finally found you..." I saw a flash of light lake-colored clothes, The man had already grabbed the middle, carefully took out an amputated limb from the crackling firewood, and held it in his arms.
"Nan Zhao! Nan Zhao, what's wrong with you?" A young girl's crisp voice suddenly sounded, and the water nymph squeezed out of the crowd, shouting eagerly, "Nan Zhao, why are you dressed like this?"
When she ran close, someone responded and shouted loudly: "Come back quickly, don't go over!"
Shui Nong ran in front of the boy and pulled his sleeve, tears falling down: "Nan Zhao, why are you ignoring me? You talk, why did you become like this?"
Almost in an instant of lightning, the tip of the sword that had not opened its edge pierced through the back of the water yew. The voice that Yan Dan had heard at Fuyun Temple, as if pinching his throat, said: "I said, you will not be put into the coffin after death, your soul will be scattered, and you will never be born again! Your children will end like me today!"
Nan Zhao's face was gloomy, completely different from normal.
Yan Dan murmured: "So this is the demon... This young man is no longer Nan Zhao."
Shui Nong opened her eyes wide, trying to reach out and hug him with difficulty, she cried out, "Nan Zhao, wake up soon... Have you forgotten? Tomorrow is your birthday, and we agreed to spend it together... "She was so pale in pain, gasping for breath, she struggled to hug the boy, but fortunately she finally touched him.
In the cool night wind, Nan Zhao stood still, his face still blank, but he reached out and hugged Shui Nyong. This pair of Luoyue people hugged each other, life and death separated.
This is also the night that Yan Dan has spent, the hardest to forget, and the most unwilling to remember.
The wind that night was very cold, and it was as cold as nine cold days when it blew on his face.
When the sun rose the next day, they were nearly twenty miles away from Luoyue Village.
Yan Dan looked back and could no longer see the village, so he let out a long sigh: "How long will it take to get to the end of the demon?"
As always, Palace Master Liu's silence is golden.
Yan Dan turned around and looked at him with a smile: "You really don't say anything?" She patted her sleeves and said in a tone of voice, "Liu Gongzi, my heart, my liver, my darling..."
Liu Weiyang shook for a while, and hurriedly replied: "Come on, you can get there without dark."
"Then the second question, when you remember the past, how should you repay us?"
Liu Weiyang glanced at her expressionlessly. Yan Dan shivered from the cold, but still held on, and continued to hold her voice tenderly: "Liu Gongzi, my heart is my..."
"As long as I can do it, you can bring it up."
Yan Dan turned his head contentedly, only to see Tang Zhou and Yu Mo both looking at her with a broken heart. She touched the side of her face and asked innocently, "Is there something on my face?"
Yu Mo didn't turn his head away at the moment.
Tang Zhou hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Did you provoked too much last night and got caught in the magic wind?"
Yan Dan was very distressed: "I said, Senior Brother, when you stay with me for so long, you can't stand a little joke, how can you do this?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a loud bang in front of her, and a magnificent palace fell from the sky. The mountain shook and the dust filled the sky. Yan Dan was staggered by the shock, and he grabbed Tang Zhou's sleeve to stand firm.
I saw a white jade amethyst plaque hanging on the palace in front, with three big characters written on it: Yuntian Palace.
They have reached the end of the demon.
The owner of Yuntian Palace is the evil god Xuanxiang.
Western evil gods are arrogant and good at fighting, and Xuanxiang is even more outstanding, and it is said that he can be 30,000 heavenly soldiers. When Yan Dan was cultivating in the heavenly court, he also got together with those fairy children to rub his teeth, and one of the things he mentioned was how the evil god Xuanxiang, who could be 30,000 heavenly soldiers, looked like.
A fairy child vividly described that His Highness Xuanxiang was born with slanted eyebrows, and a large copper bell-like eye grew between the two long eyebrows. With only one hand, eighteen kinds of weapons are complete.
Yan Dan naturally wouldn't believe it. When she thinks about it, the old adage that a person should not look good still makes sense. It is too cold for a good person to look like this.
I saw Liu Weiyang took a deep breath, stepped forward and pressed his hand on the handle of the bronze door. Slowly opened. Liu Weiyang walked slowly into the Yuntian Palace. There were three aisles on the left, middle and right at the outermost part of the palace, and he walked the one on the far right with familiarity and kept walking inside.
After a while, Yan Dan realized that his eyes suddenly became empty, but it was coming to an end. I saw many small holes carved out on the top of the stone room, and light overflowed from the small holes, making mottled marks on the ground.
Yu Mo looked up for a while, and said in a low voice: "The center is Tianshu, the outside is Ziweiyuan, Huagai, Emperor, Empress, Beidou, and outside, there are the twenty-eight constellations. The Yuntian Palace should be arranged according to this constellation. It’s no wonder that few people can walk here.”
Liu Weiyang held the jade flute as if to restrain himself: "I've been here before." He walked to the wall directly opposite, chanted a mantra softly, and a flame of fire shot up, reflecting the murals on the wall. extremely clear.
This mural has faded a bit, and the color is dim, but you can still see what is painted inside at a glance. It is a black dragon. The eyes of the black dragon are amber, the scales are shining, and it is vigorous and beautiful. Liu Weiyang took two steps to the right, and the firelight also moved to the right. I saw that the black dragon on the second mural was a lot more powerful, and the amber-colored dragon's eyes began to have a ruthless aura. When they reached the third wall, in addition to the black dragon, there was a graceful fairy in the mural. She held a jade sword and slashed towards the black dragon.
I just heard Liu Weiyang say lightly: "The black dragon on this mural is the ancestor of the evil god, and the woman holding the sword is the goddess Wa who created the world. The evil god is arrogant and annoyed all the gods at that time. The first ancestor of the evil god finally died under the sword of the goddess Nuwa."
Yan Dan watched intently. The next mural was a dying black dragon. It slowly closed its ruthless eyes. Looking to the right, it was the first mural of a black dragon flying into the air. She couldn't help but let out a snort and asked, "Why do I think that this mural seems to be connected. The one in the left hand is the death of the black dragon, but the one in front is reborn again."
Liu Weiyang nodded slightly: "That's almost what it means. These murals also tell the truth about the cycle of life and death between heaven and earth." He just heard a click, and the frontmost mural suddenly separated from the middle, and in front of him was a A long, spacious walkway stretches far into the distance.
At the top of the aisle, there was a white jade inlaid gold bench, and the steps below were covered with a whole piece of snow-white tiger skin.
Looking at it from a distance, I saw a person sitting ill-mannered on the luxurious and luxurious bench.
Liu Weiyang was holding the jade flute. The flute couldn't stand his pressure, cracked several marks, and a few pieces of broken jade fell. With a tall and straight back, he walked up the aisle step by step, each step cautiously and slowly. Nervous emotions are easily spread, and Yan Dan doesn't know why, but also feels that his breathing is not smooth.
As he slowly got closer, the figure who was sitting ill-formed on the luxurious and luxurious white jade inlaid gold bench became more and more clear. The man raised his hand to support his side face, leaned his elbow on the armrest of the chair, and sat slantingly, even a little lazily. Smile as they slowly approach.
Yan Dan had seen the portrait of the Heretic God Xuanxiang in the Luoyue Clan, but only now did he realize that the portrait was not painted with the charm of his person. Even though his and Liu Weiyang's eyebrows are nine points alike, they can still be recognized at a glance. Liu Weiyang really won't have his ruthless, but handsome and handsome attitude.
If sitting on this bench is the evil god Xuanxiang, then who is Liu Weiyang
Yan Dan was slightly at a loss. If Liu Weiyang was not Xuanxiang, why would the previous blood eagle have such a strange reaction when he saw him, and why did the two look so similar
I saw the man sitting on the bench finally moved, but changed to a more dignified sitting position, glanced down, and said slowly: "You are finally here." When he saw Liu Weiyang, His eyes paused for a while, but he still had a three-point smile, neither strong nor weak: "Tianji Zixu Zhaosheng Emperor, my clan, my brother."
There are three Jiuchen Emperors in Jiuzhongtian. The leader is Tianji Zixu Shengzhao Emperor, followed by Yuanshi Changsheng Emperor and Dongji Qingli Yingyuan Emperor.
And this Emperor Zixu had a bad luck in his luck. He entered the Yuntian Palace with the same plan, and then died together with His Royal Highness Xuanxiang. He died young, and even half of the corpse was not recovered.
At that time, several fairy children under his seat were all red-eyed from crying, forcibly pulling Yan Dan to cry and telling them that the throne was a rare fairy monarch, not to mention elegant, rigorous and gentle, meticulous and gentle, and versed in ancient and modern, no one I don't know, I just need to scold Tian for being jealous of Yingcai. Yan Dan glanced at Liu Weiyang quietly, not to mention his elegant demeanor. He didn't know where to look for that kindness, and there was no trace of meticulousness and gentleness at all.
However, Xuanxiang seems to have just said that Emperor Zixu is his clan, his brother
It's no wonder that the blood eagle's reaction is so strange, their eyebrows will be nine points alike.
Could it be that during the battle of the immortals and demons, the two of them came to cooperate with each other, and Emperor Zixu was actually a meticulous work lying in ambush in the heaven? That's really pitiful, Jidu Xingjun, caught in the middle and became a back. As for why the Yuntian Palace disappeared and the Demon Realm would be destroyed in the end, it was probably because Xuanxiang and Emperor Zixu were unevenly divided, and what kind of rift was born, and they killed each other in the end
Yan Dan's story was only half finished, but Xuanxiang said in a calm voice, "Lishu, I didn't expect to see you for a long time, and you've become such an unappealing appearance."
Liu Weiyang has stabilized his breath, and said calmly: "That's better than someone who doesn't even have the ability to reincarnate, so he can only seal himself in Chumo."
Yan Dan was terrified.
I saw Xuanxiang suddenly stand up and slowly walk two steps along the steps, there seems to be a thousand mountains and rivers between his eyes: "In the past thousand years, I have been waiting for someone to come, I am willing to give everything I have, In order to obtain one thing." He opened his palms, and the light in the hall was dazzling for a while: "I have repaired my soul and can be reincarnated directly. As long as you can bring my soul out of here, I am willing to take all repairs. In exchange for you, from now on, there will be no one in heaven and earth who can compare with you."
Liu Weiyang was silent for a while: "I just want to know what happened after I arrived at Yuntian Palace. Why did I lose this memory?"
"At that time, I unlocked the seal of the magic realm, everything here will perish, and then the Nether Palace will appear here out of thin air. The Ji Du Xingjun said that he wanted to explore the ultimate mystery of the heaven and the earth, and you all entered the Nether together. Palace, as for what happened next, I won't see it."
Yan Dan raised his hand to his chin, thinking in his heart, listening to their questions and answers, the truth of the year was like this His Highness Xuanxiang was impatient, and he destroyed his own territory. Emperor Zixu and Ji After Du Xingjun watched this lively scene, he happened to see the Nether Palace that likes to float around. According to legend, the Nether Palace also carries the ultimate secret of heaven and earth. The two of them hit it off and went in together. I don't know what happened later, Emperor Zixu lost his memory and became the current Liu Weiyang.
Fortunately, the rumors in the heavenly court have always been how the three of them fought a battle.
Liu Weiyang slowly stretched out his hand: "I will help you bring your soul, don't worry."
Xuanxiang smiled slowly, the smile was still three points, neither deep nor light: "Then, I will send you out."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scene was twisted and rotated, just like when he entered the demon phase, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and there was chaos in front of him, as if the chaos before the world opened up. I don't know where I am, I can only let that mysterious force pull me. That power is completely irresistible.
After the chaos, Yan Dan opened his eyes and found that he was lying in front of a stone tablet. The surrounding arrangement was very elegant, and he really returned to the Shenxiao Palace.
The pot of tea on the low table was boiling, exuding bursts of tea aroma.