But what Chang Ren said was a little unsatisfactory.
What do you mean by "catch that little witch earlier, you will be able to ask for an answer", this nonsense, if people can catch you so easily, no one will ask you for the glory of the sky and listen to you. Selling badly here.
Although the heroes felt that what Chang Ren said made sense, but without exception, they all had the illusion that they had been fooled for no reason.
Without the gimmick of the glory of the sky, the Chang family is just a family that has recently become a little bit more interesting, and no one wants to contribute.
Sometimes credit bankruptcy is as simple as that.
Rumors about the glory of the sky being stolen by Qin Shuang also spread like wildfire, but for many days, just like the rumors that the glory of the sky was stolen before, the rumors spread. This battle of the Chang family can be described as a loss of face.
North, Thousand Souls Religion.
The pear blossoms are starting to wither.
The girl in red was holding a flute, looking at the scattered flowers, silently.
The back is a little lonely for no reason.
Qin Yue poured a pot of tea, "Sect Master."
With the bone flute in Su Lu Mosuo's hand, he made a low "um" sound.
Qin Yue looked at the scattered flowers, then looked at the back of the girl in red, and finally turned around, the dazzling white light on Qianhun Mountain was no longer as bright as before.
Since the pair left, the pear tree began to fall, and the light on the mountain over there became more and more dim.
Maybe others don't know, but as a high priest, Qin Yue, who will temporarily take the responsibility of the leader without a god, knows what the light on the mountain is.
It is a pure spirit bead.
The Lord of the Pure Spirit is a divine pearl born to the god of good fortune and misfortune. When the god is good, it can purify all evil and evil, and when it is evil, it can defile the good souls of the world.
But the Jingling Pearl, the god of fortune and misfortune, has always been a mixture of good and evil, especially after Su Chuan's Fallen God, he is dominated by evil and supplemented by good.
But when both of them were there before, Qin Yue went up the mountain to see the Jingling Pearl with his own eyes due to the responsibility of the high priest.
The pure white and flawless beads have no malicious intentions, only a strong light with the mercy and redemption of Purdue. As long as you stand in front of it, you will feel your soul being washed, as if all darkness will be washed away. Purify.
The Jingling Pearl has always represented the state of the gods at this time, like something like a godhead.
During that time, she never saw Su pestering even a single person.
Peace of mind seems to have become another person.
No malice in the slightest.
She also had a vision of the Jingling Orb—for the Fallen Angel Su Chuang, it was indeed a vision. She had turned over the records of the high priests of all dynasties, and several generations of priests had seen this man of fortune and misfortune. God's Pure Spirit Pearl, there is no accident, sometimes it is mixed with black and white, and sometimes it is completely black and malicious, and disasters come to the world without hesitation.
No generation of priests has ever seen a truly pure Pure Spirit Orb.
In other words, it is indeed a vision.
After all, Su Ruan is a degenerate god of good and bad, and there is always more malice than good intentions, just like a wicked person who has done all the bad things and tries his best to instinctively let himself have the kindness of helping grandma cross the road - he feels absurd.
But even the absurd, pure, pure spirit pearls lit up for a full month.
As long as that person is there, the Jingling Pearl will always be lit up like this.
As if to prove something.
just now...
Qin Yue couldn't help but glanced at the gradually fading light on the mountain again, thinking that there should be no way to maintain that state.
After all, it's okay to let the bad guy help the old man to cross the road once, but it's a bit of a nonsense to let the bad guy help the old man to cross the road every day. After all, they have to do some side jobs like smashing the field... Of course, this chestnut may be a bit inappropriate.
Of course Su Chuan didn't go there to smash the field.
But looking at the current state of Jinglingzhu, Qin Yue guessed that although Su Chuan had been calm, he probably wanted to go to someone's place to make a mess.
"Gu Peijiu has woken up." Qin Yue considered the language, "Chang's family called for people to go up, and returned with a feather, the little priest...all right."
Su Chuan said in a light voice, "I know."
I can't hear the emotion, and it doesn't seem to have any intention of smashing the scene.
Of course you won't be happy either.
Qin Yue stopped talking.
The scattered pear flowers look a little lonely.
Su Chuan didn't think about anything to smash the scene.
She just thought about it a long time ago.
It was a long, long time... To her, it couldn't be said to be a long time ago.
At that time, Xia Wushuang was working hard to atone for the crimes she had committed. She was just outside the Evil Spirit Mountain, waiting for one day when she would come out by herself.
Just like what Xia Wushuang said herself, after a long time, she will let go of everything.
Whether it's feelings... or sins she values so much.
Of course, she didn't just wait blindly. Xia Wushuang once said, let her find something she likes to do.
In the world, except for Xia Wushuang, there is nothing that can make her like it.
There are a lot of things that I hate... or rather, people.
For example, the King of Chu.
A slight wind blew through, rolling up the pear flowers on the ground.
"..." Su Chuan regained his senses slightly, most of the pear blossoms had already fallen.
She murmured, "It's a lot."
Qin Yue said: "it will be open next year."
Su Chuan shook his head, "It's different."
This is the flower that she uses divine power to make it bloom.
She sighed lightly, "No matter what it is, it will wither one day."
Qin Yue didn't know what he meant, so he stopped talking.
The two were silent for a long time.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Chuan raised his hand slightly, borrowed a falling petal, and suddenly started talking.
"A long, long time ago, I liked a girl."
"In order to get her favor, I did everything I could and did a lot of things."
Su Chuan said in a shallow voice, "I watched her do whatever she wanted, watched her part ways with her childhood lover, watched her lead puppet soldiers to fight south and north, watched her be invaded by demons, watched her and the most trusted one The puppet is so far away…”
"I used to hate a lot of people."
Su Chuan smiled slightly, "But she is the only person I like from beginning to end."
Qin Yue said: "God cannot be partial."
This is not what Qin Yue said, but what she saw from the previous priest's book.
If God prefers one person, it will be difficult to maintain a just position for a long time—after all, God should be ruthless, merciful, and purify all sentient beings.
"That's a demon." Su Ruan said casually, then looked in the direction of the priest's hall not far away, "...not a preference."
When you like someone to the point of becoming obsessed, you will do something out of the ordinary.
Although Su Chuan never thought that what he did was extraordinary.
But she is very clear that some things can be accepted by herself, but it does not mean that others can also accept them.
For example, when Xia Wushuang repented without leaving home on Evil Spirit Mountain, she told all the things that Xia Wushuang had concealed from Chu Shi to the high-ranking King of Chu.
Su Zhan frowned slightly.
The King of Chu knew her.
It should be said that everyone around Xia Wushuang knows more than she is not fit to be the emperor.
She still remembers the cold snow that drifted into the deep palace.
When she went, the aloof majesty was looking at a painting fascinated.
There are many peach blossoms, and the girl is holding a peach blossom in her hand, and she looks back with a graceful look, as if she will come out of the painting in the next second.
Su Yu thought.
If the King of Chu hadn't looked at the painting when she went there, maybe she wouldn't have done so much.
Of course, not necessarily.
After all, the person in the painting has always been what she has been asking for.
I can't wait, but I don't want anyone else to get it.
Even just thinking about it feels tainted and blasphemous.
"...power is the sweet fruit of forgetting everything."
Little by little, she told this majesty that Xia Wushuang lost everything in those years.
She smiled, as if nothing had happened, and said.
"She changed his life for His Majesty against the sky, forged an unparalleled puppet soldier for His Majesty... She won a small country overnight for His Majesty, and gained a prestigious name that frightened the enemy..."
"Finally, at the feet of the rebels...?"
"Didn't Your Majesty notice that there is something different?"
"Does Your Majesty know about the tide of evil spirits?"
"Your Majesty knows... what is calamity?"
"Or, to put it simply, does your Majesty know, what is divine punishment?"
"If you don't know anything... Your Majesty is really, really happy."
"… "
Maybe Chu Shi will be an excellent general, but she obviously will not be a qualified emperor.
Too much love between sons and daughters is doomed to the tragedy of her life.
After doing all this, Su Chuan has no regrets.
Another piece of pear blossoms fell, making people feel sad for no reason.
Su Chuang narrowed her brows, even after so many years, she still hasn't forgotten Chu Shi's pale face.
…beautiful is pleasing.
Su Chuan watched the pear blossom slowly fall to the ground, and her slightly raised lips slowly flattened.
Chu Shi asked the historian to erase all the records about that person, leaving some irrelevant things, and then, like a dream, added a lot of records of Lingxi Peak's contacts with the palace.
...even if everyone knew it didn't exist.
But power is a sweet fruit.
In a word, the historian will be frightened. This is the sweetness that Xia Wushuang's blood and sins have exchanged for countless dead bones.
When the truth is revealed, it becomes a painful, corrosive poison.
Chu Shi said, "... Since you know everything, tell me, is she still alive?"
Su Chuan looked at her.
This is the most noble person in the world.
The yellow robe is attached, the emperor's crown is hanging high, but now her face is pale, her body is shaking slightly, but she tries to keep calm, she looks at her, trying to get something more useful from her mouth—
Something more useful about that person.
From her eyes, Su Chuan saw what she had seen countless times in the eyes of her followers when she was the God of Blessing.
-hope.
The source of all beliefs.
It is because of hope that one seeks faith.
However, she is not this person's god of good fortune and cannot bring her any good news.
Hope is a good thing.
So why give it to haters.
Su Chuan said-
"She's dead."
It was a really, really beautiful moment.
Su Chuan will always remember the moment when all the light dimmed in the beautiful light brown apricot eyes.
It is like the dead night sky after the most gorgeous fireworks in the world bloom into broken embers.
Give her great pleasure.