Snow drifted in the gorgeous imperial palace, glazed golden tiles were covered with frost, and crystal icicles hung from the corners of the eaves!
The Nalan Palace was full of white silk, and everyone was immersed in grief.
Feng Feiyun walked into the palace and looked at Nalan Xuejian lying on the bed of divine jade ice. Although his face was still very young and his skin was delicate and tender, his hair was all white and his face was white.
She lay there silently, motionless.
Feng Feiyun stood beside the Shenyu Ice Bed, and his fingers gently touched her face and cheeks, and what he started was cold, colder than the snow floating outside.
"When my mother died, she kept holding my hand and said that the most unforgettable years were the days when she used to play with her father. At that time, she didn't have to think about anything and dared to say anything, even if she beat her father. Head, that's daring. But later, she gradually stopped daring!" Feng Ai'er knelt under the ice bed, gently wiping her tears, her red lips pursed lightly.
She is the only woman of Feng Feiyun and Nalan Xuejian, the "Sixteen Princesses" that everyone fears, but at this moment she is heartbroken and can't be rude in the slightest.
(The concubine's children are called mother concubines, and they are all "mother queens". As for the title "Emian", it only belongs to the Qing Dynasty.)
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.
Feng Feiyun's body moved and disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, he came to the hell of the great world of Hunyuan in the kingdom of heaven. The surroundings were dark and gloomy. There was a big river in front of him, and there was a long icy bridge on the river.
"Drink it! After drinking it, forget all the troubles and sorrows of this life, and go to the next life to reincarnate."
Standing at the head of the bridge, Po Meng had already scooped up Meng Po soup, but when she saw Feng Feiyun approaching, she put down the spoon again, stared at Nalan Xuejian standing by the Naihe Bridge, and said, "He's here to deliver it. is you!"
Nalan Xuejian's body was illusory, as if it was made of fog, staring at Feng Feiyun who was walking slowly, and said, "Why do you want to send me the last ride when you know that nothing can be saved? I drink Meng Feiyun. After the soup, you forgot everything, but didn't you make yourself more miserable by doing this?"
Nalan Xuejian knew that this was not the first time Feng Feiyun had come to the Naihe Bridge to send off an old friend. Every time he sent off an old friend, his heart would change and he would feel lonely.
Feng Feiyun smiled miserably, gently stroked her cheek with his hand, and said, "I just ask you one question, are you willing to be a ghost in hell forever, or are you willing to be reincarnated as a stranger with me? ?"
With Feng Feiyun's current power, using the power of Hunyuan Great World is enough to make her soul immortal and stay in hell forever, but is this really helping her? What is the difference between this and the ghosts imprisoned in the eighteenth hell
Nalan Xuejian stared at him tightly, with sad eyes, and said, "You can spend 30,000 years with me, I've been very happy in this life, and I don't want to be greedy anymore. I'd like to be reborn again!" : "After 270,000 years, you will eventually leave. Since parting is inevitable, in the next life... you don't have to come to me!"
Nalan Xuejian resolutely walked to Naihe Bridge, scooped up Mengpo soup, took a sip, and then ran away, afraid that she would turn back.
When she stepped on the Naihe Bridge, she had forgotten everything, stopped running, and walked slowly towards the Fengdu ghost town, never looking back!
Feng Feiyun stood at the head of Naihe Bridge, staring at her back, silent tears.
Granny Meng sighed: "She is a ghost in hell, you can't accompany her forever, but you will remember her forever. She knows that the coldness of hell is a torture like imprisonment for her. But the one who suffers the most is not her, but you."
"I know, I know, she has always been weak, this time she finally mustered up the courage to make her stupidest decision!" Feng Feiyun's heart was unspeakably bitter, "Actually, I still There's one thing you didn't tell her, Nalan, you can beat me on the head now!"
Nalan Xuejian's soul has disappeared into the haze of hell!
Taizu said that Mengpo Tang is boiled with the water in the eyes of Kuhaiquan. People who drink Mengpo Tang can be reincarnated and reborn, and when they drink Mengpo Tang, their life can be born. The human world is actually a sea of suffering, those who come are suffering, and those who go are also suffering!
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Another fifty thousand years have passed.
Many deceased people have left, Ximen Chuanxiao, Ximen Coral, Zhongyuan Yidian Gu... and so on, all died of old age and were put into coffins. Feng Feiyun will go to see them off and put a stick of incense on their graves.
This year, Yao Ji and Shangguan Mingxian also passed away. When they died, it was an autumn with yellow leaves in the sky. The fallen leaves piled up in the imperial palace, and the cold wind was bleak!
When Shangguan Mingxian died, she told Feng Feiyun that half of her soul was the female emperor Long Jiangling. This was a secret she had kept all her life, and she never dared to say it, for fear that she would be killed by Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun just hugged her with a faint smile on his face: "Actually, I always knew."
Shangguan Mingxian's face showed a hint of joy, and his lips were slightly hooked, as beautiful as ever, but there was no sound at all!
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The second fifty thousand years passed.
Feng Feiyun sat in the highest position in the imperial palace, watching the courtiers above the court change from generation to generation, and finally only an old tortoise was left.
"Why didn't the left minister go to court today?" Feng Feiyun said.
Mao Wugui was so old that he said, "Reporting to the Great Emperor, heaven counts... Zuo Xiang, he passed away this morning and died of old age at home."
The entire courtroom was dead silent, and Feng Feiyun was also silent for a long time. He closed his eyes and said with a lot of emotion, "Retreat to the court! Lao Mao, come with me to see this old friend!"
This year, the people Feng Feiyun knew left one by one, and even the Holy Spirit had already died and could not last forever. In the end, there were very few people alive!
Feng Feiyun was sitting in the imperial palace, a mighty force hovered over the imperial city, the whole sky, dark clouds covered the sun, lightning and thunder.
The female demon walked out of the thunder and lightning and fell into the palace hall, carrying her hands on her back, her long hair fluttering, and her wicked aura, and said, "Feng Feiyun, you actually started to sigh, are you really old? "
Feng Feiyun smiled lightly and said, "You have already lost to me seven times, do you still want to fight me?"
The witch's body was full of dead energy, but a faint immortal power was born in the dead aura, "This time it's not necessarily!"
"You have reached the sub-fairyland?" Feng Feiyun was overjoyed.
The loneliness in Feng Feiyun's heart suddenly diminished a bit.
The witch collected all her strength and said, "I've fought with you all my life, and I'll let you go this time! Let's go! Let's go to the Immortal Realm of Clouds together. Almost all our old friends have died, and there is nothing left for the lower realm. ."
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said, "I promised them that I would accompany them through this life and send them all away before I can leave."
"Doesn't your heart hurt?" the witch asked.
"pain!"
"Aren't you lonely?" said the witch.
"Lonely as if I'm the only one left in this world." Feng Feiyun said.
The witch said: "Then I will accompany you for another ten thousand years! After ten thousand years, whether you leave or not, I will go to the Immortal Realm of Clouds."
In the end, the witch accompanied Feng Feiyun to stay in the lower realm for 100,000 years, until her power was too strong to be tolerated by the lower realm, and then she opened the door to the fairyland and went to the fairyland of clouds.
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In the winter after the 230,000th year, the snow fell even colder.
Feng Feiyun walked alone in the gorgeous imperial palace, letting the cold wind beat his face, looking at the palaces in the harem.
150,000 years ago, in the palace where Yao Ji lived, a young and beautiful concubine walked out. Her skin was very white and tender, as if she was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Her eyes contained spiritual energy. Feng Feiyun bowed and said, "Chen and concubine, see the emperor."
Feng Feiyun looked at this strange woman and said, "Who are you?"
"The concubine was selected into the palace to serve the emperor eight years ago. This is the first time I have seen the real face of the emperor!" The concubine's eyes blinked, full of respect for Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun stared at the familiar palace in front of him and said, "Is there several generations of masters here?"
The concubine said: "Since the death of Emperor Yao Ji's concubine, there have been 23 generations of masters here!"
"Oh!"
Feng Feiyun nodded lightly, then stepped on the snow and walked towards the depths of the harem, feeling unspeakably lonely.
Feng Feiyun came to Gong Wan where Nangong Hongyan once lived, and stopped. After Nangong Hongyan died, Feng Feiyun ordered this palace to be sealed up, and no one was allowed to live here.
In the past 80,000 years, this is Feng Feiyun pushing open this palace gate again.
The last time was when Nangong Hongyanxiangxiaoyu died!
Inside the palace gate, it was covered with thick snow, and the snow was full of dry weeds, as well as dead trees growing from the abandoned grass.
Feng Feiyun's eyes were fixed on a stone table by the pool, where he, Nangong Hongyan and Ye Xiaoxiang once drank and admired the moon, and once listened to them playing the qin and flute, and all those years seemed to reappear in Feng Feiyun. In front of Feiyun.
However, when the voice of the cold wind sounded, all the illusions in front of Feng Feiyun were shattered, and there was only devastation and death in front of him. Even the two sons of Feng Feiyun and Nangong Hongyan passed away thousands of years ago, and now only some grandchildren and great-grandchildren are left alive.
Feng Feiyun straightened his clothes, walked out of the palace where Nangong Hongyan once lived, and went to Xuanyuan Yiyi, Mo Yaoyao, Long Luofu... The palace they used to live in, but they all went to the building. null.
Now, in the harem, the concubines are still young and beautiful, Yingying Yanyan, but Feng Feiyun does not know any of them, and even occasionally encounters a young concubine who feels good, but when communicating with her, Feng Feiyun always feels her The awe and fear of myself in the depths of my heart is not to regard him as Feng Feiyun, but to regard him as a stalwart figure in myths and legends, the Great Emperor of Truth.
"Great Emperor, do you miss them again?" Mao Wugui climbed into the barren palace tower and stared at Feng Feiyun standing in the snow. Seeing that he had been standing there for three hours, he asked.
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath of cold air and said with a wry smile: "It's been over 230,000 years! Lao Mao, you're still not dead?"
Mao Wugui smiled and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to live for a few more days! Not a single person I know has died, and even Honest has left me. In fact, I don't really want to live anymore."
"That's right! When the prosperity is over, I realize that living is sometimes a pain. It's time for me to hand over the position of the Great Emperor to others, and then go out for a walk, and then I may have to leave."
"Bang!"
Feng Feiyun walked out of the palace where Xuanyuan Yiyi once lived, closed the palace gate again, and then locked it, locking up that distant memory! And those who are far away!