The weather was bad today and it looked like it was going to rain.
The city lord's mansion in Gucheng was guarded by dragon cultivators inside and outside. With the exception of Zhong Michu, almost no dragon was gentle in dealing with things. Although he had been restrained in recent years, his nature was hard to change.
When they arrived, the people in the City Lord's Mansion had already received the news and gathered the monks to resist to the end.
Before Si Miao could say anything, a general of the Dragon Clan came forward and said to Lu Zhang, "Biluo Sect has handed over Gucheng to the Dragon Clan. From today on, the Dragon Clan will take over the city. Except for the Lu family, all other cultivators should leave immediately!"
Lu Zhang asked: "Gucheng is the foundation of our Lu family for generations. Although we have submitted to the Biluo Sect, we have not given our city, property and lives to them. What right do they have to say that they are giving Gucheng to the Dragon Clan?"
"This is your sect's business, not ours."
The cultivators were filled with indignation. Some scolded the Biluo Sect for being immoral, while others accused the Dragon Clan of bullying others by abusing their power.
The dragon clan hates people talking nonsense while doing things, so they gave a few reminders before taking action. It was all thanks to Zhong Michu's "teaching". Otherwise, when they arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, they saw that those who had received the news were resisting and would have taken action long ago.
However, two reminders are already the limit.
Seeing that the people in front of him were still talking and no one was leaving, he regarded them as a last-ditch resistance. The dragon cultivators immediately took action and suppressed them in less than half a day.
In the hall, Lu Yandong sat dejectedly on the left chair, looking much older than he was seven hundred years ago. He looked at his family members who were trapped outside the house and sighed deeply: "Si Miao, I know you hate me in your heart. Whatever revenge you want, it is what I deserve. I only ask that you ask the Dragon King to spare my family members for the sake of my acquaintance with your father."
Si Miao half-knelt on the ground, hugged Gu Huaiyou in his arms, and said to the Three-legged Crow: "Uncle."
When Lu Yandong heard the call, he shrank back.
"You remember your acquaintance with my father."
Lu Yandong: “…”
"Uncle, you and my father and Uncle Gu have been friends for a hundred years, sharing joys and sorrows. You have held me, Brother Gu, and Yi'er." Si Miao held Gu Huaiyou's face and looked at Lu Yandong. The Three-legged Crow said, "Uncle, look at him. You held him in your own hands and taught him magic. You also held Ah Man in your arms. Uncle Gu taught Ah Man a lesson. You always protected her when you were around. Uncle, do you still remember her? When you think of her, do you think of her when she was talking and laughing, or when she turned into blood on the Zhuling Broken Stage?"
Si Miao raised her lips and laughed sarcastically. "Uncle, you have abandoned all these people who are like brothers and children to you, your own daughters and grandchildren. You didn't protect Sister Lu and Yi'er, but now you want to keep the whole family safe."
Lu Yandong said in a weak voice: "It's not that I didn't protect them, it was too late then. I could only retrieve their bodies from the Zuo family and bury them properly."
"I wonder if Sister Lu and Yi'er would like to be buried in your family's grave."
"… "
Si Miao held Gu Huaiyou in her arms, resting her head on top of his. "Uncle, if you had not wanted to help and offend the Zuo family, we would not have blamed you, but we did not expect that you would join forces with the Zuo family. You know how desperate we were to find you, and how much we hated you for ending up like this. The Zuo family killed people, and you killed their hearts."
Si Miao squinted at him, and the Three-legged Crow asked, "Uncle, have you ever regretted it in all these years?"
Lu Yandong covered his face and took a trembling breath: "Since Huaiyou and Fuyou passed away one after another, I... as soon as I closed my eyes, I could hear someone calling me "Uncle", Shuangqing's voice, Huaiyou's voice, Fuyou's voice, and yours..."
Lu Yandong raised his eyes to look at Si Miao, his eyes red: "I regret it."
"You can't live your life again."
"I see… "
The three-legged crow on Si Miao's shoulder suddenly flew out, crossed the threshold, flew into the sky, its body grew larger, hovered on the roof of the hall, and its wings ignited with flames.
"Uncle, you have let down too many people. You can't just regret it. On your way to the underworld, apologize to Sister Lu, Yi Er, Uncle Gu and the others."
The three-legged crow flapped its wings, and the flames flew to the eaves, flowing like water, quickly covering the entire roof.
Lu Yandong sat still in his chair and asked, "Si Miao, I made all the decisions back then. No one in the mansion could disobey my orders. There were also several people who spoke up for you. Just spare them..."
The three-legged crow cried, "The dead cannot rule over the living."
The three-legged crow flapped its wings again, and the whole room was wrapped in flames, and the temperature rose rapidly.
Seeing that Si Miao did not go out, Lu Yandong just knelt down holding Gu Huaiyu in his arms: "Si Miao, you are not going out?!" He thought Si Miao wanted to burn him to death, just burn him to death.
The Three-legged Crow said, "Uncle, it's time to get going. Don't keep them waiting too long."
Lu Yandong sat back in a daze.
Lu Zhang shouted from outside, "Father!" but he couldn't break free from the dragon cultivator's restraints.
The dragon cultivator saw that Si Miao had not come out yet, and didn't know what she was going to do, so he called out, "Miss Si Miao."
A white shadow suddenly descended from the sky, looked at the fire in the synagogue, and asked, "What's going on?"
The general bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Miss Simiao brought Lu Yandong into the hall. I don't know what she said, but suddenly she made the three-legged crow fly onto the eaves and ignite this fire."
Zhong Michu suddenly realized what Si Miao was going to do and said, "Si Miao, don't do anything stupid."
She waved her hand, and frost formed in the hall, and the flames in front of the door went out: "Ah Man is still waiting for you to come back."
The Three-legged Crow said, "A-Man knew this day would come."
The roof had been burned out, tiles had fallen off, and the flames had spread into the synagogue.
The flames burned the air and twisted it. Zhong Michu saw Si Miao smile, as if he was relieved.
The Three-legged Crow said, "Big Sister, please let me go."
"I don't want to keep him waiting too long."
Zhong Michu's heart trembled, and her outstretched hand froze in mid-air. She had promised Gu Fuyou that she would take good care of Si Miao, but was it really her wish to save Si Miao and let her live
Si Miao leaned her face in Gu Huaiyou's arms, snuggled up to him, smiled, and closed her eyes.
After a long time, Zhong Michu's right hand slowly dropped.
The three-legged crow itself had burned into a ball of flame. It let out a long cry and rushed towards the hall. The flames exploded in an instant like a blooming red lotus.
Flames spread all around, and the dragon general quickly came to Zhong Michu and said, "Your Majesty."
Zhong Michu stood still, unable to take his eyes away from the flames. There was unspeakable bitterness in his heart. After a long time, he sighed softly, feeling deeply helpless and exhausted.
The flames ignited by the three-legged crow burned extremely quickly, reducing the guild hall to ashes in a moment. The ashes floated into the air, and the sky was filled with flying ashes like cotton wool. A piece of it slowly fell down, and Zhong Michu took it in his hand, and it felt icy cold.
"Snowing."
Zhong Michu clenched his five fingers, stared at the gloomy sky for a while, and said to the general: "Send some monks to guard Gucheng and keep an eye on the people of the Lu family, and the rest of the clansmen go back to the East China Sea."
"Your Majesty."
"I want to go to the Thirty-Three Heavens."
"yes."
The wind blew, and the ashes and snowflakes were entangled. Looking up, they were the same color.
Gu Fuyou was lying on the edge of the Zhuling Broken Terrace, with his calves hanging outside the terrace, swaying in the mist.
The thirty-three heavens were burned, most of them were burned, and the Lihen Heaven was also burned by her fire, except for a few palaces built of spiritual stones and the Zhuling Broken Platform made of jade.
There were debris everywhere on the ground, and ashes blocked out the sun. The wind blew them up from the ground and then slowly fell down.
Gu Fuyou stretched out his hand to catch a piece of ash, twisted it with his fingers, and found it was cold, hard and brittle. It was not flying ash, but snowflakes.
She looked up at the sky, her pupils dilated, and whispered: "The sun is in the east and the moon is in the west, we look at each other in vain, I am heartbroken that we cannot be together."
The seventh brother stood by and asked, "What did the master say?"
"Nothing." Gu Fuyou looked listless. He turned around, put his hands under his head, and lay on his side. He was bored, tracing the golden cloud pattern on the ground with his fingers.
"Zhong Michu, when will you come back?"
This time, the Seventh Elder heard clearly, and he said, "Your Majesty said that you will return after taking down the Thirty-Three Heavens, so you must be on your way."
"Where are those people from the Zuo family?"
"They were imprisoned in the dungeon of Lihentian according to the master's order. As for those who escaped, Brother Feng and City Lord Xiao are leading people to hunt them down. There will be news soon."
Gu Fuyou stood up, stretched his body, and said, "Take those people to the courtyard square."
"Yes." The seventh elder hesitated for a moment and asked, "What do you want to do, sir?"
Gu Fuyou looked back at him. Lao Qi lowered his head and said, "I'll do it right away."
"Go and call Mr. Zhai and Yi'er to Wankong Palace."
"yes."
Gu Fuyou stepped out of the broken platform of Zhuling. The once magnificent palace was now only in ruins. Ashes covered the road, dyeing the bluestone bricks black. Compared with Gu Fuyou's fair feet, the two colors were even more distinct.
The Wankong Palace is considered to be relatively well-preserved, and nearby is the dining room of Lihen Heaven.
Gu Fuyou walked all the way to the kitchen, tying up his sleeves with an arm strap.
Because Mr. Zhai and Yi'er had not practiced fasting, they had to eat like ordinary people. The thirty-three heavens prepared the food, and the seventh master assigned slaves to light the fire and cook.
These slaves were of the lowest level of cultivation and had no chance to get close to Gu Fuyou. When they suddenly saw Gu Fuyou coming over today, they were so flustered that they didn’t know what to do with their hands and feet. They hurriedly saluted: “Master, no, sir, I’m safe…”
Gu Fuyou walked straight in and said, "Get up and come help."
The group was flattered. They staggered to their feet, hurried over, and stammered, "Yes, yes."
Gu Fuyou was originally here to be the chef. No one had ever seen this fairy-like master cooking before. Seeing that she was very skilled and even better than their cooking skills, they were all dumbfounded and extremely surprised.
Gu Fuyou prepared a table of dishes and told people to arrange them in Wankong Palace.
She went to the bathhouse again, burned incense and bathed.
After changing into new clothes and humming a tune, he went to the Wankong Palace.
The slaves had already set up the table, chairs, food and wine. She sat down, waiting for Yi'er and Mr. Zhai to come over.
Lao Qi brought all the Zuo family captives to the courtyard square, and then sent people to look for Yi'er and Mr. Zhai. Suddenly, he saw a cloud of mist floating rapidly in the sky, coming straight towards this side.
His eyes lit up and he walked forward.
When Zhong Michu first landed on the ground, he saw the ground covered with ashes and the world was black. For a moment he did not recognize that it was Li Hentian and was stunned for a moment.
The seventh elder said, "Your Majesty, the master was just talking about you."
Zhong Michu heard this, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, then dropped again after thinking of something, her eyes were full of special pity, she asked softly: "Where is she?"
"My Lord is in Wankong Palace."
When Zhong Michu passed by the Zuo family captives, he stopped and asked Lao Qi, "Who are these people?"
"They are the Zuo family's captives. My Lord ordered them to be brought here."
When Zhong Michu looked at them, she saw a pair of tired eyes, sunken eye sockets, bloodshot eyes, staring at her vigilantly and fearfully.
Zhong Michu looked around again, frowned, remained silent for a moment, and went to the Wankong Palace.
When Zhong Mi first arrived, Yi'er and Mr. Zhai had not arrived yet.
After she entered the hall, Gu Fuyou thought it was Mr. Zhai who came. When he looked up, he saw the person he was thinking about in his mind. For a moment, he thought he was possessed and the person in front of him was an illusion.
Zhong Michu saw her dazed look and smiled: "What's wrong? I was out for a while, don't you recognize me?"
"Ah, Zhong Michu."
Gu Fuyou stood up in a hurry, knocking over a chair, and walked straight towards her. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, and she said: "Let me touch you, I'm not dreaming."
Already got the upper hand, pinching her cheek.
He put his arms around her neck again, hung on her, and said with a smile, "It's true."
"Have you ever met a fake one?"
"Everything in your head is fake."