Yun Yao nestled in his arms, fingers poking around in his palm.

She didn't know why she had come to him, why she had told him about it. I think he should know.

Gao Su lowered his head and kissed her finger tenderly, an action he usually did, with a deep sense of concern and comfort. She was soothed by him, and lay down quietly in his arms, gently scratching his palms.

"Chang Gong." She whispered, "I met a sorcerer the other day, and he said something very strange, and what did he mention...... Shang, Xia, and ancient priests. She pondered for a moment before continuing, "You know, what I've learned is also very strange. ”

Gao Su hummed softly, his palm covering her forehead, and the warm palm touched her skin.

She was stunned for a moment, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart. But soon, she brushed the strange feeling behind her. She settled down and slowly told Gao Su some of her guesses, but heard a muffled laugh.

"You're thinking nonsense again." He whispered reproach.

King Lanling, who had been exposed to Confucian classics since he was a child, and pursued the principle of "Zi Bu Silent Strange Power and Confusion", lowered his head, his obsidian-like eyes looked at her tenderly, and then bowed down after a moment. lean, and kissed her lightly on the eyes.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting small fan-shaped shadows in the moonlight.

King Lanling seemed to like this kind of action very much, and after a while, he untied the big hat and pressed it on her. Only then did she notice that the grass had been covered with a white layer of frost. It's autumn now, the weather is a little cool, and the country of Zhao on the north bank of the Yellow River has even begun to frost. She took his hand and whispered, "But I'm always a little worried. ”

This time the premonition came quickly and very strongly, much stronger than any before.

She vaguely felt that the scenes she saw in the hexagram were the last threshold she was about to cross, that is, her future.

Gao Su laughed deeply, stretched out his arm to press her into his arms, and whispered, "Sleep." ”

The autumn wind whined across the field, and the wilderness was peaceful. The soft weeds swayed in the night breeze and touched her naked. The exposed skin was a slight tremble. She leaned into Gao Su's arms, fell into a deep sleep, and then had a dream.

She dreamed that she was standing under the walls of Yecheng, looking at the high gates, with a smile of compassion.

It's like Fusu's usual expression, both pity and desolation.

The gates of Yecheng creaked open, and a young man held a long . Guns, galloping horses, bronze masks glowing in the sunlight. She saw the people outside the city gate receding like a tide, and the young man looked around coldly, with a faint anger in his dark eyes.

Cold, desolate, like an awakened ancient beast, searching for his prey.

She dreamed that the people were gone, and Yecheng was empty. The young man's gaze rested on her, affectionate and gentle, like a pair of warm and dry hands, strangely soothing her anxiety and restlessness. She dreamed that she took two steps forward and moved her lips slightly, as if trying to stop him, but the young man suddenly clenched the reins. The horses neighed loudly, and their front hooves kicked up a puff of dust.

His figure was gone, as many times before, and disappeared into the vast twilight.

She woke up suddenly, called out a long compliment, felt someone patting her on the back, and the gentle voice echoed in her ears like a spell: "Did you have a nightmare?" Don't be afraid, I'm here. Let's sleep a little longer, it's not yet dawn. ”

She sighed softly and fell into a deep sleep again.

She had another dream. This time it's still in Yecheng, but the background has been changed to the Imperial Palace. Under the blood color of the sky, an afterimage was stretched by the setting sun for a long time. A drop of blood spilled down from the blade of his sword, and slammed into the marble floor with a clatter, cold and bewitching.

He raised his hand and pressed the bronze mask and slowly removed it.

It is as dazzling as ever, but there is more unruly rebelliousness, which completely covers up the original decadence.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the sky, a pale and blood-colored color, and the air was slightly distorted. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, called his name over and over again, and whispered, "Come with me, okay?" ”

The large, bony hand covered the back of her hand, and the faint totem glowed with a dark red light, rippling in the air in circles. She felt all over her body, like the struggle of a drowning man, and she was only a moment away from it. In that moment, she even heard the sound of a soul tearing.

Whew.

There was a slight cracking sound, and the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

She surrounded the palace like a trapped beast, and the exquisite palace of the Northern Qi Dynasty was ablaze. At that moment, she suddenly understood the meaning of the sorcerer's words: to dwell on the earth forever is to live forever and immortal.

Only the soul is immortal, and only the soul is immortal.

I want to share with you all my life, my soul.

She closed her eyes and slowly shed a tear. A pair of strong arms held her in his arms, and then gently sucked away the tears, calling her name over and over again, with some uncontrollable anxiety. She hissed softly, and the scene flew by like a marquee. She no longer knew if it was a dream or if it was real.

Is it a dream or is it real?

Is it a dream or is it real?

Is it a dream or a reality?

She screamed and suddenly opened her eyes, dripping with cold sweat.

A pair of strong arms encircled her in his arms, and gentle kisses fell on her forehead and eyes one after another, and the glimmer of the morning star was projected behind his shoulders, shining in her eyes, and there was actually a slight tingling.

"A-Yao, A-Yao......" He called her name over and over again, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, don't be afraid." ”

She was still in a trance, unable to tell whether it was real or a dream, so she twisted her thigh fiercely. The sharp pain penetrated deep into her bone marrow and pulled her out of that trance. She looked up, tore her throat and said, "I had a nightmare. ”

She dreamed of King Lanling and Yecheng, as well as the fire in the palace.

And the vows that came out of nowhere, accompanied by eternal life.

"A-Yao." He called her name over and over again, kiss after kiss fell on her. She suddenly cried in her sleep, and her whole body became cold and stiff, almost frightening him. He tried to wake her up, even tried to pinch her, but no matter what he tried, she never woke up, and it wasn't until after the middle of the night that her hands and feet slowly warmed up, and the person woke up.

"A-Yao." He took her in his arms and asked in a low voice, "What did you dream?" "I scared you like this.

She settled down and described the situation in her dream one by one. When he heard Ye Cheng, Gao Su's expression froze for a moment, and then he smiled helplessly. But when he heard the fire in the sky and the series of strange scenes that followed, his expression gradually became solemn, and he held her hand tightly, and his thin lips pursed slightly.

"A-Yao." He took her hand and rubbed it on the back of her hand, "Where is your master from?" ”

Gao Su wanted to ask this question for a long time. But because this was Yun Yao's private matter, she didn't care about it, so she didn't mention it. But over the years, he has been reincarnated with Ah Yao, and he has been immortal for hundreds of years, and the doubts in his heart have long been more than a star. Tonight, hearing her successive prophetic dreams, and the words of the wizard who came out of nowhere, the nerve in her body called vigilance had already let out a sharp howl.

She was shocked, lay in Gao Su's arms, and told Gao Su about the origin of her master.

In fact, there is nothing to say, her master is a Taoist aunt who ran out of nowhere, at first he went to her house to eat and drink, and then touched her bones, saying that she was very talented, and finally poured everything he learned in his life into her. She finished talking about the origin of her master in just a few words, and looked at Gao Su innocently, still with a faint pain in her mind.

Gao Su pondered for a moment, and said, "What kind of strange cultivation method of yours, don't practice it for the time being, take a good rest first, and then make plans." ”

Yun Yao held her forehead and sighed softly. The so-called strange cultivation method is actually divination.

In other words, she will have to stop divination for a short time.

Gao Su's two sword eyebrows furrowed, as if he was in deep thought.

She rubbed her fingers on her temples, trying to soothe her tension and fatigue. Gao Su obviously noticed it, and took her whole child into his arms, his fingertips gently rubbed her temples, and the slightly hot body temperature penetrated her skin, so comfortable that she wanted to moan. Recite.

Leave everything behind, at least for now, and don't think about anything.

Gao Su carefully relieved her for a while, and then wrapped her in a big coat, hugged her in his arms and patted it again and again, as if soothing a round egg. She bared her head in the plush plush plush and rested on his shoulder socket, and sighed contentedly.

He laughed dumbly, patted her on the back, and indulged in her nonsense.

The morning star slowly dimmed, and the first rays of sunshine in the east were coming soon. Gao Su reluctantly kissed her forehead and whispered, "Go." I watched her close her eyes, and her soul became transparent little by little, turning into a little light and dissipating into the air.

He draped his coat over his body and strode towards the camp where the Qin army was stationed.

In the military camp of the Qin State, there are actually witch doctors.

Although I don't know where this ancient profession came from or what it is for, the witch doctor can often play a good psychological comfort role when the soldiers are complaining about it. The young general walked around the camp and soon woke up the only two witch doctors in the Qin camp and had a serious and serious discussion with them.

The topic of discussion is naturally mysterious and fearful.

At this time, the witch has not been shouted and beaten by everyone like in later generations, although it will still make people stay away, but the attitude is mostly respectful and fearful, and the witch doctor will not pretend to be a ghost when he has nothing to do. After seriously consulting the two witch doctors, Gao Su was distressed to find that after these battles, he should also go to the old capital of Yin Shang and the distant state of Chu to have a look.

It's just hard work, just for his A-Yao.

The young general politely sent the witch doctor back, touched his chin and began to think about whether he should go to the old capital of Yin Shang first, or should he go to the distant state of Chu first.

However, things were far from going as smoothly as he thought. The war was raging and soon distracted him from all his attention. By the time he finally ended the war and found the slightest trace from Yin Shang's homeland, it was already a few years later.

All he found were four short words:

Witch can be channeled.

Although the art of yin and yang divination has been passed down since ancient times, only sorcerers can truly master this method.

Of course, at that time, he didn't know that there was a profession in the world called Heavenly Master. But the answer he received still surprised him. Although he still didn't know why Yun Yao had anything to do with the witch, most of this mysterious method came from the witch.

When the results of the matter reached Yongcheng, Yun Yao was guiding Fusu to complete his last hexagram of the year.

Fusu is eleven years old, and Yun Yao has long passed the age of marriage. She heard that General Wang Qian's subordinates had found strange cloth and bamboo slips in the former capital of Yin Shang, and the King of Qin was very interested in these things, and even sent his own son Fusu to bring back these bamboo slips.

As half of Fusu's teacher and palace maid, Yun Yao naturally followed.