Zi Ling saw a protruding vision in front of him, and the Xizhi Shangxian in the center was filled with pale golden light, which was not dazzling, but very soft. Only with the passage of time, the girl’s figure began to fade, like a frozen lake in winter, the sun rises in the east, and when the sun shines, as the heat penetrates into the ice, the ice begins to melt and become The water becomes thinner and transparent until it is completely integrated into the lake water.
The figure of the young girl turned into countless pieces of small, soft white feathers. Under the strange light, even the tiny strands can be seen clearly and distinctly. From high altitude, it slowly falls down, and it is like flying snow in the sky. Floating leisurely everywhere.
The woman in purple had a dry throat, her chest was blocked, she didn't know what to say, she could only see that the man in the black robe rushed to the feathered girl.
"wave!"
After this sound, Yin Li stretched out his hand to grab it, but didn't even hold his curled hand.
At the last moment, the girl's eyes suddenly bends slightly, her head is filled with a clear spring, and a tear is rolling from the corner of her eyes.
Immediately, Qi Ling was no longer visible, only the white feathers all over the sky, and the tears.
The tears that the flood fish had wept turned into shark beads, but this time, the curl left behind was golden, and when it fell on the man’s palm, it had a cold touch that almost wrinkled Yin Li’s heart. Shrink together.
Yin Li was only dazzling in the golden round shark bead with ice blue sharp edges.
Zi Ling saw Lord Hades holding the bead and knelt down as if collapsed. Although the man could not say anything, the woman felt her tongue astringent when she looked at the man's cheek.
"The curly wooden box you gave, and the string, what exactly is it?"
Yin Li turned and walked towards Zi Ling who was resting on the pillar, and asked with a calm face.
The pores on the woman's back were suddenly erected, she raised her eyes to look at Yin Li, and she quickly opened her eyes.
The bottom of Yin Li's eyes was so cold that she shuddered. The guilt in her heart became more and more serious, and she felt guilty and did not dare to look at him.
"Ziling, tell me why Curly did that."
Yin Li gritted his teeth, spitting out word by word.
Zi Ling pressed her lips tightly, unable to speak, she agreed to curl up, unable to speak.
Now going on, she is afraid that Lord Pluto will go crazy.
"Say."
The man's tone was pleading, and Zi Ling's eyes flashed with emotions, but in the end, it was obscure, and he swallowed, but still did not speak.
"Don't you tell me!"
Pluto lost patience and fell into a violent mood again, clenched his fists, and planned to throw a punch.
Zi Ling, who was leaning on the cylinder, had tight muscles, his breathing was stagnant, but he was even more afraid to speak.
"master!"
Lao Qiao didn't know when he walked to Yin Li, grabbed the man's wrist with a comforting look in his eyes, and glanced at Nan Wu who was on the side. Nan Wu received the expression in Lao Qiao's eyes, and decisively lifted Zi Ling and took away. Up the woman.
"Girl Ziling, I'll take you to find a place to rest first."
Nan Wu said softly.
The purple-clothed woman breathed a sigh of relief, her muscles relaxed, but she was shaking all over, her feet soft and strong, leaning against Nan Wu.
While watching the Lao Qiao, who was leaving Nan Wu with Zi Ling, sighed slightly, his eyes fell back to the man in the black robe, his eyes were dark.
"Boom"
With a bang, Yin Li slammed his fist on the cylinder like a hate, the cylinder deformed with so much force, a large part was recessed, and the man's fist broke open and bleeds.
"master."
The worried expression in Lao Qiao's eyes was full, and he wanted to step forward to comfort him. It can be seen that the man couldn't bear it, but he stopped again, stepped back and stopped talking.
"Labor overseas."
Yin Li's cold voice came.
"Subordinates are here."
"You send someone to arrange the Heavenly Emperor, Jiao Emperor, and Yi Emperor properly, as well as the Zhennan General. It's up to you to come."
Yin Li frowned, with fatigue in his words.
General Zhennan was already in a state of defeat. Now that Lord Pluto has spoken, he does not intend to do fearless struggles, and feels distressed for his soldiers, so he simply abandons his armor and declares that the battle is over.
There was a loud noise on the other side, the sound of weapons being dragged, the sound of armor colliding, mixed together, very noisy, but in Yinli's ears, they were all buzzing. I don't know how long it took before those sounds became rusty, so soft that they were inaudible.
The place that was lively before is now deserted and desolate, with no popularity at all, Yin Li just sighed and sat down weakly on the pillar.
In the distant firmament, the sky was gradually fading away from the strange multicolored light and returning to pale. The hovering white crane shouted loudly, and its wings stirred. When the white crane turned into a few small black spots, Yin Li covered his own. Eyes.
I couldn't hear the man's crying, I could only see the man's hardly suppressed but still trembling body, and the glittering tears flowing from his fingers.
One day in the sky, one year on the earth. When the heavens returned to their normal state, the human world was almost over ten years old. Childish children grew up into handsome young men and shy and timid girls, while beautiful women were just aging. Time slips away only in the blink of an eye. When people sigh, they can't forget the sky they saw more than ten years ago.
From the dark clouds, it piled up into a group of gloomy and depressive air, and then the sky stretched, and there were colorful rays of light, like a heavenly woman, and it was so beautiful. Men, women and children are all guessing, there must be something major in the heavens, and my heart is worried, but I can see it in the end He has nothing to do with himself, but also solves all his troubles. With curiosity and inquiries, he began to figure out the reasons for the natural fantasy.
Therefore, poems, poems, palace records, or rural miscellaneous notes, written word by word, spread out to add mystery to the strange scenery more than ten years ago.
However, there is one place that is probably not affected by this incident.
The Shui nationality is hidden from the world, living in the mountains and forests, self-sufficient, men farming and women weaving, and they don't go out once. The people of the tribe are all guarding themselves, only taking care of their own affairs calmly. Compared with the outside, it is a very clean place.
"Elder Ziling."
A simple and honest man walked up the small mountain road, carrying a large bundle of wood behind his back, looking up just to see a purple-clothed woman walking on the opposite side, and yelled respectfully.
"Well, did Ah Wu go to chop wood again?"
Zi Ling replied, his eyes raised slightly, his eyes circled around Ah Wu's body, and then he asked.
"Well, this bundle is for Granny Yunxiang. She has trouble with her legs and feet, and no one takes care of her. I will chop some back for her."
Ah Wu replied.
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
"Haha, what's the hard work?"
Ah Wu scratched the back of his head, and then lifted the hemp rope tied to both sides of his shoulder with both hands, so that he could carry it more securely, and said again.
"Speaking of hard work, it is better for Elder Ziling to work harder. Are you going to see the patriarch now?"
The man asked.
"Well, go and take a look."
Zi Ling nodded, and when he heard the opposite voice of Wudao, "The elder Wu has gone back first" was the only way to leave.
The purple-clothed woman wandered a lot in the forest, and only entered a green bamboo forest after walking through a complicated and complicated path.
The bamboo forest is verdant and the light is not as bright as the outside. It can pass through the slender bamboo leaves with a light greenery through the sun. The breeze blows through, and the bamboo leaves rustle, like the ears and temples of the extreme lovers, and they are full of forests. The fragrance of fragrance, just step into this place, the heart can be calmed down, washed, clean, fresh and refreshing.
But at this moment, there is the sound of the piano flowing from the depths of the bamboo forest. Listen carefully, but I feel that the sound of the piano is curled, like the mist of early autumn, with a little moist and cold water vapor. When the sound of the piano suddenly rises, the sun will rise and pass through. In that layer of mist, the vagueness of the treetops, branches and leaves was revealed.
Hearing the sound of the piano, I felt like a dream. After waiting, the purple-clothed woman slowed down and walked in front of the person playing the piano.
"Patriarch."
Zi Ling whispered, and saw the man sitting under the tree raised his eyes, his hands continued to pluck the strings.
"Oh, here you are."
The sound of warm and moist water came over, and the sound of the piano was even more pleasant.
"How has the patriarch been better these days?"
The woman walked up to the man and looked down at him.
The long-sleeved robes with white background embroidered with green bamboo are scattered on the sand, there are so few folds, and dust is attached.
"Patriarch, your robe is dirty."
Zi Ling frowned and reminded.
"Oh?"
The man then looked down at the hem of his clothes, and looked away flatly.
"It's okay, it's getting dirty, Zi Ling, I often dream recently. She is a figure of a woman. For a while, she is a scorpionfish with a blue-gold fish tail. She is very beautiful, and then she has a pair of wings behind her back. I can't remember black or white, and I can't see what face she has."
The man lowered his eyes without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the strings of the piano body, the golden strings still showed delicate light.
"Patriarch, you—"
Complex emotions appeared in Zi Ling's eyes. Looking at the man, his throat became a little dry.
"You may be too tired, just rest more."
The woman said softly and comforted.
"Perhaps."
The man's eyes were hollow and he was startled.
"It's just that I often rest, the woman in my dream..."
The man playing the piano murmured in a low voice at the end, his voice too low to be heard.
He didn't know why he was missing a piece in his heart.
In the heavens, Wu Yu had healed his wounds a long time ago, and stood under a tree of peach blossoms, staring at the sky dreamily.
The woman felt that the sky was elegantly pale blue. Looking back, the princess didn't seem to be away for too long. Looking at the peach forest in the heavens, the flowers were still in full bloom, just as usual.
She didn't remember how many times she had watched it, but this time it was a little different. When she saw it halfway, a white light flashed in front of the woman's eyes, and a white, thin, long thing fell from the branch.
"Ouch!"
With a cry of milk, Wu Yu realized that it was a small snake that had fallen.
Crimson eyes were as transparent as gems, staring at her.
"Wu Yu, sister Wu Yu."
When the woman heard this sentence, she looked at the little snake again.
"Are you the little guy the princess wears on her wrist?"
Wu Yu felt a little familiar, and asked tentatively.
The little snake nodded.
"But how come you can speak suddenly?"
I never knew that the little white snake would talk to people.
The woman was puzzled.
"Wait, I'll explain to you later, take me, I'll go to Pluto."
The little guy's milky voice is a bit serious.
"Looking for Lord Hades?"
"Yeah, hurry up."
The little white snake jumped on Wu Yu's shoulder and urged.
"Huh? Oh."
Wu Yu nodded, a flash of ecstasy suddenly flashed in his heart, and his wings spread out behind him, and he was about to leave.
"Where are you going, Wuyu?"
Si Ming who happened to be back saw the woman asked.
"I'll go to the underworld!"
As soon as the voice fell, he disappeared.
Left Si Ming frowned, and muttered a few words in his heart, what to do in the underworld.
But thinking of this, the words between the eyebrows and Sichuan were stretched again, and there was a trace of ecstasy in his mind, and then disappeared.
Heaven, the peach blossom of that tree was blown by the wind.
A few petals fell slowly, and the sweet fragrance spread out, gentle and gentle, quiet and quiet.