Standing in the hinterland of Kyushu like a sword, this is the spring of the year, the flowers on the mountain are in full bloom, and the wind, light as a mortal's hand, caresses the Yin and Yang Village that was reborn after the war.

Two thousand years have passed, Qingbai stands under the twilight sky of Yinyang Village, she vaguely remembers the last words of Hanyang: "Qingbai, don't cry! This is your mission in the future, you have to be strong and spread the mystical magic of Yinyang Village." ”

Two thousand years ago, the heavy snow fell on Xiaoyao Mountain for a whole month, and the snow doves on the palace gate rose into the air and roared away with a miserable cry. Blood, stained red on the cherry blossom bridge leading to the bottom of the mountain, her footsteps were planted in the snow, every step forward, as if she would see the appearance of those relatives and friends when they fell, she saw the flower god Xiao Mo waving his fingers to punch the last trace of breath into the memory of Han Yang and Chiyin; she saw Lu Sha smiling at Han Yang, touching Han Yang's face with his hand, and spitting out black blood in his mouth; she saw Yin and Yang hanging in the vast air, merging her body into the Taiyin diagram......

Recalling all this, time seems to have returned to a hundred years ago, as the only surviving priest of Yinyang Village, she finally believed that the young master Hanyang said "This is your mission".

The breeze blew, lifting the skirt like a blue and white tulle, and a woman in red walked behind her.

"Qingbai, the divination has been prepared, and the elders are waiting for you at the altar. Biqiu stood behind Qingbai, looking at Qing's back to Xiaoyao Snow Peak, "What's the matter, the priest thinks about Yang again?"

"It's nothing, let's go back. Qingbai handed the six-style plate to Biqiu.

The Yin-Yang Altar is located in a cave under the ancestral tomb, where all the classic secretaries and ritual artifacts of Yin-Yang Village are stored. The rules of the Yin and Yang clan clearly state that except for the priests, guards, and elders, it is a capital offense for anyone else to step into the cave door for half a step.

The night covered the ground, the dogs howled, the nightingales murmured, and the Yinyang Village seemed to have returned to the original peaceful scene.

Qingbai and Biqiu walked one after another, and the candles in the thatched house at the entrance of the village were lit, and the sound of children reading came from the house. Biqiu smiled with some relief, rushed up, and patted Qingbai's shoulder: "Hey, do you have something on your mind?" Are you afraid that you won't be able to find Ruyi Langjun and won't be able to get married?"

Qingbai's expression was indifferent and he didn't speak.

"It's okay, I'll accompany you, it's a big deal that we dedicate our youth to Yin Yang Village. ”

Qingbai is a little annoying: "Biqiu ......"

A strong wind suddenly blew in the sky, and the Five Emperors line hanging on the mulberry tree swayed from side to side, and the silver bells on the rope made a crisp and rapid sound after colliding.

Qingbai and Biqiu looked at each other: "Biqiu?"

Biqiu looked at the sky, and then looked down at the six-style plate in his hand: "It's not good, something happened to the altar!"

"Let's go, let's go back to the underground ancestral tomb!"