The old man five hundred years ago, the bright brilliance of that year is still vivid, and the bright makes the bluestone daunting. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Now, there is a teenager holding her handwriting, why is that? She is the imperial concubine of the Great Tomorrow Pilgrimage to the Yang Heavenly Emperor!

Is Canghuang really the son of Yunshang? But his surname is Cang! How could he be the son of Yunshang?

Thinking of this, Qingshi's heart is also difficult to calm down, all of this makes Qingshi puzzled, if the canghuang is not the son of Yunshang, why is the body of the canghuang wrapped in the old things of Yunshang? Could the young man in front of him really be the son of Yunshang?

Qingshi's expression changed subtly several times in this moment, doubt, shock, woodenness, pain, and finally fell into thought, what else? I'm afraid that only Qingshi understands the complexity! The change in Qingshi's expression was unexpected by Canghuang, Canghuang looked at Qingshi, what did he see? The phoenix stared at the bluestone, and it would be terrifying to look at these eyes.

Qingshi raised his head, his eyes that saw all the things in the world, with a faint blood-red color, he looked directly at Canghuang, he knew that he couldn't deceive Canghuang, so he said in a low and hoarse voice: "I recognize the words on this score." ”

Canghuang sat on the stone chair, only to feel a torrent from his waist instantly poured into his limbs, there was a strong feeling of numbness, Canghuang only felt that there was a strong force invisibly pressed on his chest, he was about to suffocate, so he gasped, he couldn't help the tears in his eyes, the big ones slipped down, "cough cough...... Ahem......"

Canghuang bent down his waist, coughing violently, he struggled to resist the force that he couldn't bear, but the more he resisted the force, the more turbulent it became, he forgot that the power came from the depths of his heart, he couldn't suppress it, but he still stubbornly asked: "Please ...... Please also tell me, ahem...... Tell me about my mother...... Ahem, where is my mother? ”

His breath was intermittent, but Venerable Bluestone looked at him quietly, and there was no way he could help him relieve this emotion.

Venerable Qingshi fell into the memory again, "About five hundred years ago, when Chunshan was first built, there were only more than two hundred disciples in the door, and I was just a monk in Vientiane Realm at that time, and then there was a female disciple in Chunshan, her name was Ji Yunsheng, she was very beautiful, the beauty was earth-shattering, the beauty was jealous, the beauty wanted people to destroy her, her beauty should not exist in the world, and there was no one in the Chunshan Sect at that time who was not crazy for her. After more than 40 years of seeking enlightenment in the Spring Mountains, she has never appeared again. Many years later, we learned that she was the holy daughter of the Ji family of the ancient clan of the Great Ming Dynasty, and she came to Chunshan to seek the Tao, but she was ordered to come to spy on the Shengyuan Heavenly Dynasty. ”

Canghuang raised his head, his eyes were burning, and he coughed twice before asking, "Later...... What happened? ”

Venerable Qingshi stood up, his back to the phoenix, he slowly closed his eyes, and could not hide his grief, "Later, she became the imperial concubine of the Holy Yang Heavenly Emperor. ”

Canghuang's hands suddenly clasped together, he looked at the back of the Qingshi Venerable, and shook his head again and again, "No, my surname is Cang, not Sheng, you lied to me." ”

Venerable Qingshi turned around and said to Canghuang: "I lied to you, you said that she is your mother, the old man doesn't think so, your mother-in-law may be someone else." ”

Canghuang's heart was extremely chaotic at this time, and the previous pain finally calmed down, but he said at a loss: "I don't believe it, if it weren't for my mother, why would this music score be wrapped around my body when I was born?" ”

Venerable Qingshi turned around, glanced at Canghuang, and then turned around and sighed, "The old man doesn't know, but she is the imperial concubine, and she must be born as the dragon son of the Great Ming Dynasty, why would she abandon you and change her surname to Cang?" It doesn't make sense. ”

At this time, even Canghuang was silent, his life experience was even more confusing, and everything he wanted to pursue seemed to be right in front of him, but he couldn't know the truth.

Venerable Qingshi couldn't bear it when he saw Canghuang's lost soul, so he said to him: "At the top of Spring Mountain, talking about the end of the world, Ji Yunshang also left a poem, do you want to go and see it?" ”

Canghuang stood up and didn't speak, just nodded firmly.

Then Canghuang followed the Qingshi Venerable back to Spring Mountain, countless beads of sweat oozed from Canghuang's palm, wiped it clean, and in a blink of an eye, it was wet again, so he returned to Spring Mountain with trepidation.

The flowing glow is flying, the ultramarine is deep, talking about the end of the world, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are in the eyes, between the clouds and clouds, the sky and the earth are empty, and the heart is fascinated.

Such a magnificent and magnificent scene, but no one at this time is concerned, only to see the phoenix looking up at the stone cliff behind him, on which a sharp sword carved a white poem, "a hundred feet deep, deep but looking back, a thousand feet deep, deep but a smile, a thousand thousand feet deep, deep but a deep love." A hundred zhang white, white but three mountains, a thousand zhang white, white but five mountains, a thousand thousand zhang white, white but a white hair. ”

This is a love poem, and even now Venerable Qingshi can't understand why Ji Yunsheng's cold temperament would write such an affectionate poem, and leave a note under this poem.

I saw the phoenix looking up at the cliff and kneeling to the ground with a "poof".

"When she left this poem, she never returned to Chunshan." Venerable Bluestone stood behind Canghuang, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing Canghuang at this time.

Canghuang knelt here, five hundred years ago, Ji Yunsheng, his mother wrote this white poem here, every word is full of love, he seems to be able to see the fluttering figure of the clothes, waving a sword to engrave the fiery love words of this word.

This is the true handwriting of his mother, and the handwriting on the score in his hand is in the same vein, Spring Mountain, five hundred years later, he also set foot on Spring Mountain, just to find the mother he misses day and night.

Canghuang talked to himself for a day on the end of the world, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, throwing out the feelings of longing in his heart for more than ten years, without reservation, he touched every handwriting, the stone wall was cold, but the handwriting was fiery, he cried and laughed, and then he got up and left with the Qingshi Venerable.

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Back in the Nanyuan Tower, Canghuang hid everything in his heart, and then the Qingshi Venerable he was assigned to a demon team, the battle of the demon must not be alone, otherwise it will be nine deaths.

Canghuang received a nameplate in the Nanyuan Tower, and after channeling with it, Canghuang flew to the Dao Palace where the team was located.

When he walked into the Dao Palace, he heard an extremely loud shout from the Dao Palace, "Protect my mountains and rivers...... Slay the Demons. ”

"Who are you?" The two monks in the Dao Palace blocked Canghuang's way.

"In Xia Canghuang, I was ordered to come to the Nineteenth Army of Demons to participate in the battle of the Demons." Canghuang stood in the Dao Palace and said in a deep voice.