The time in the human world passed very quickly. Qingli left the palace and swayed for a few days. After thinking about it carefully, Qi Xin told her that he would return to Yuding Mountain to preside over the sacrifice on the seventh day of this month.
Qing Li took out the soul book from the bag, and the three words "Hou Nianting" in the first line above turned into red. With a light sigh, he looked around, found a remote alley, and waited. Only when it was determined that no one would come, opened the soul book again.
The name "Yin Yi" was called three times at the top, and as expected, a figure slowly appeared in front of him, in an ink-colored robe, and a slightly cold face. He respectfully gave Chao Qingli a salute, "Hunting Soul Envoy. "
Qingli spread out the soul book and raised it in front of him, and said faintly: "Chupao, take a look." Yin Yi reached out to take it, nodded, and stretched out her black gloved right hand to touch the bright red one The name didn't take a moment, and when it was taken away, there was no trace of it, and it seemed that it had never appeared on it.
"The humble position has been collected, and the prisoner has a sentence to pass to you on the humble position. You must be cautious in the journey of the Wu clan." His voice did not contain a trace of emotion.
Qingli looked down and saw that the next name above was "Xing Ni", and the address was the Wu Clan. Qing Li thought of Concubine Rong, the woman with a deep obsession, who was also a member of the Wu Clan.
After Yin Yi left, Qing Li put the soul book back into her baggage. She leaned against the blue brick wall, looked up at the sky, and slowly closed her eyes, Nanfeng City, a place that was once very familiar. The absence of the deceased is only a sorrow.
Lightly lifted her lips, and returned to Yuding Mountain's Xin Jue slowly said. When she opened her eyes again, Qi Xin was already sitting in front of him. The long gown, the beautiful face is looking at him quietly at this time.
"You are back. Tomorrow is the seventh day of the lunar day. Fortunately, you have not forgotten." Her tone was a little cold. Qing Li put the burden on the bed and said indifferently: "Naturally, I have to continue to rely on this body. How can you not listen to you if you live."
Qingli glanced inadvertently and saw the half of his face behind the bead curtain. It was Yu Che, the boy-like man, who was looking at him affectionately, and Qingli couldn't help but open his mouth, "Yu Che !"
He turned and walked backwards, disappearing in the blink of an eye, Qi Xin followed Qing Li's gaze, but there was nothing, and said sadly: "No, let him go, just want to see Yu spirit."
Qingli walked to the bronze mirror in front of the dressing table and stared at herself, no, it was Yu Ling, as if she was also looking at herself in the mirror, Qingli bowed her head, "He is pitiful too."
I saw Qi Xin picked up a booklet from the table and handed it to Qingli. The shabby cover could tell that the booklet was a bit old. Qingli opened it carefully. The text inside was the moment she opened it. It emits a faint white light.
Qingli looked at Qi Xin suspiciously. She pointed to the booklet and said: "You must memorize the scriptures to be used in the sacrifice tonight. This year's sacrifice is unusual and your identity is special. It takes some effort."
Qingli frowned, "What is Tongtian?" Qi Xin sighed, she stretched out her hand to pull her slightly skewed bun, and smiled softly, "Tong Tianyi, is to accept the instructions of the immortal world."
When Qingli heard the word "Xianjie", she couldn't help being stunned for a while, Qi Xin smiled meaningfully, but quickly concealed the past. She pushed a plate of Bodhi on the table to Qingli and said, "Don't think about it. So many, you will know what happened tomorrow morning."
Qingli raised his hand and grabbed one, it was so sweet, but why was it bitter in his heart, some inexplicable expectations, and some fear.
It was hard to sleep this night, even if she closed her eyes, her mind was still clear. Qing Li hadn't been like this for a long time, and she didn't understand what she was upset.
The breeze was shining and the sun was shining, and the altar was already full of people. Qingli was wearing the white long skirt Qi Xin prepared for her. The hem of the skirt was long and stretched on the ground, and her long hair was scattered all over her waist. At the moment, it flows down like a waterfall.
The top of her hair was simply rolled up in a small bun, and the jade blood was lined with tassels. There was a feeling of coquettishness. She walked slowly, and everyone raised their heads with emotion.
Qingli was still thinking about the scriptures she read yesterday, and she had already memorized it by heart. Qi Xin walked in front of her, and Qingli followed her, step by step up the steps. After walking for a long time, when she looked back, step by step The people who are down are already insignificant.
The lotus-shaped futon was quietly placed on the ground, and in front of the huge cauldron, Qi Xin took Qing Lixing over and whispered, "Sit down cross-legged, and I will light incense."
Qingli lifted the skirt with both hands. It was strange to say that this way, the white gauze clothes should be stained with some dust, but at this time, when he looked sideways, it was clean and spotless. Qingli was a little surprised. But still sat down.
At this time, the Dinglu cigarettes scattered around, and an extremely strange smell floated, making Qingli frowned, Qi Xin turned around, and the scepter held in his hand hit the ground hard, the altar was neat and solemn. The voice rang out, "Welcome to the patriarch, the soul crossing agent." Qi Xin opened her mouth with a melodious and vicissitudes of life, "Everyone is quiet, the new soul crossing the soul enlightens Qingli, and the beginning of the sky is full of morals and spirits. Well-being, do it with courtesy."
She turned her head, motioned Qingli to close her eyes, and stood in front of her, with her hands in a ring shape, three times around her forehead, and several red lotus petals appeared, floating around Qingli.
"Now you can recite the scriptures, and later your consciousness will enter a virtual world, where you can hear the will of the people of the immortal world." She said as usual.
Qingli thought about it for a while, then began to read it, and her voice became more and more misty. The darkness in front of Qingli's eyes began to emit a little light, and after a while it became completely white, she stretched out her hand and touched it forward. It is empty.
I haven't seen anyone coming for a long time, and I haven't heard any sound. She stood there a little sullenly, but heard a few voices into her ears. What is certain is that it is clearly not a god.
"The emperor..." "I'm leaving here, please." "The fate is over..." "I'm going to find her." "Sigh."
Qing Li wanted to hear it more realistically, but the voice disappeared, but she looked at the front of nothingness with a shocked expression on her face. This voice was clearly a mirage!
The voice that she would never forget until she died, it turned out to be so difficult to forget. It turned out that he had been deeply embedded in her heart.
Qing Li stood there, clenched his fists tightly, and finally a figure appeared in front of him, but it was only vaguely visible, it was the voice of a man.
"Lingyun Clan Saint Envoy, Qingli." Qingli paused before saying: "Yes."
"The following year's blessing will be overwhelmed, everything is peaceful, but, Qingli, your trip to the witch clan is a calamity. If you have to cross, you will have a soul. If you don't, your body and body will die. Remember, remember."
Qing Li didn't expect this person to talk about herself, and just wanted to ask more clearly, but her eyes were dark, but at that moment, she clearly saw a very familiar figure, so she walked over gently, Qing Li Trying to reach out and grab it, but in vain.
But the person's face, she could see clearly, it was Mo mirage.