The essence of the ancient great monster that has lived for thousands of years, the origin of the way of yin and yang, the cyan primordial god Qinglian, after it is filled with gray-white smoke, it also seems to be impregnated with a hazy gray-white.

Without any obstruction, the cyan lotus flower with a few wisps of gray smoke scattered on the surface floated to the heart of the witch who was bound by the chains, and did not enter.

Without any thought process, the shrine maiden's consciousness fell into a memory that lasted for thousands of years......

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In countless memories, Kikyo saw that in a memory long ago that in a room with a somewhat strange style, the short black hair, the appearance was exactly the same as that of the gray-haired Shang Yang, but it seemed that the "boy" who was two or three years younger than Shang Yang sat on the chair and stared intently at the strange things that the witch had never seen in front of him.

Like a bronze mirror, the front of the square object reflects a picture that looks moving.

And when Kikyo was also like a "young man" who was sitting, with exactly the same appearance as the gray-haired merchant sheep she knew, but with a different hair color, she couldn't help but be stunned when she moved her eyes to the moving picture.

In that picture, the shrine maiden wearing a red and white shrine maiden costume is clearly her own appearance.

The picture is still changing, in the picture, the witch who is completely her own, actually leaning weakly in the picture, exactly in the arms of the half-demon Inuyasha fifty years ago, showing a gentle smile of relief, turned into a soft light, surrounded by dead soul insects, flew into the bright night sky with countless stars......

This is......

Seeing this illusory, but extremely beautiful scene, Kikyo frowned slightly, she knew that these were all shown to her by Shang Yang, his own memories of the past thousands of years ago, however, seeing this scene in front of her, Kikyo was even more puzzled, this memory should be a memory left thousands of years ago, or even longer than a thousand years ago, then, how could there be her existence......

Thinking like this, subconsciously, the somewhat confused witch turned her gaze back to the side of the young man's face, however, after seeing the young man's face, the witch was stunned again.

Also seeing the scene of "himself" in the picture turning into light and flying into the starry sky, the "young man" with the same appearance as Shang Yang seemed to be a little unbelievable, looking at the picture in a daze, and his originally calm gaze became extremely complicated......

Unbelievable, sad, disappointed......

It seems that the boy never thought that there would be such a scene......

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The picture is shattered.

Without giving the puzzled shrine maiden any time to observe again, the picture depicted by this very, very long, memory before the previous year was like broken porcelain, shattered into countless pieces, and disappeared without a trace.

Then, Kikyo saw that this time, only the "young man" with a different hair color but an appearance that was exactly the same as Shang Yang's, entered a magical place, where it was pitch black, but at the top of the center, there was a large egg-like ball of light that emitted white light.

Seeing the big egg like a white ball of light, the young man seemed to be very happy, a little anxious, and wanted to shout something to the white ball of light, but then, the young man didn't say anything, just stared at the white ball of light in a daze, as if he was distracted......

Then, the scene that Kikyo saw changed, and the scene that was originally pitch black with only a glowing ball of light became boundless and vast, with an unimaginably vast expanse, and gray air currents everywhere, filling gray places.

In this gray, far away, she could see a huge, unimaginably huge cyan lotus, quietly stopping in this vast and boundless gray.

Abruptly, the cyan lotus, which seemed to have remained unchanged for eternity, underwent a mutation, and its original enormity shrank and disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed in this gray world filled with gray air currents.

Later, everything the shrine maiden saw returned to the dark place, where only a large egg-like white ball of light hung in the air, and a cyan lotus flower the size of a normal person also appeared here.

The pale cyan light flashed, the cyan lotus flower disappeared, and what appeared in place was still different from the hair color of the Shang Yang, but the clothes had become completely consistent with the Shang Yang, gray-white clothes.

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In the same way, after this memory is revealed, it also disappears.

And the scene in Shang Yang's memory next made the witch a little inexplicably familiar.

It's a view of a slightly dilapidated Kyoto.

Compared with the Heiankyo, Kyoto, which she went to with Shang Yang fifty years ago, this Kyoto is just as old and dilapidated.

Also unusually cold.

Just like in Heiankyo, Kyoto, fifty years ago, the paupers in patched cloth clothes, carrying burdens and bare feet, walked around the streets of Kyoto in twos and threes, while the nobles still roamed the streets in luxurious carriages decorated with gold and silver.

However, although it is very similar to Kyoto 50 years ago, this is not Heiankyo, Kyoto.

This is Kyoto, Fujiwarakyo, a thousand years ago under the Imperial Court of the Yamato Minister.

This is the origin of Shang Yang, the chief of the monsters who have lived in this land for thousands of years, and at the same time, when Shang Yang first appeared in this world.

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The memories of Shang Yang, who belonged to this world and had lived for thousands of years, continued to spread, and the shrine maiden saw that in the past thousand years ago, in the ancient Kyoto Fujiwara Kyona, the young man who appeared in the world for the first time met a girl who had lived in the Fujiwarakyo Imperial Palace since childhood.

It was a fateful encounter thousands of years ago.

In order to eliminate the loneliness and loneliness of a girl who has never been out of the palace gate and has a somewhat cold personality, the young man who has just arrived in this world, without hesitation, took the girl to the continent across the sea, to the greatest national city in the world thousands of years ago.

Youth, brought to the girl, the era of a thousand years ago, the greatest, the most brilliant, the most brilliant everything, in the capital of the Tang Dynasty, the divine capital Luoyang, the youth revealed to the girl that a thousand years ago, the most beautiful, the most dreamy, the most miraculous everything.

And in this memory, the bellflower also saw very clearly the experience of young people and girls thousands of years ago, in the great country across the sea, Luoyang, the capital of the Tang Dynasty in the east, that is like a miraculous glorious scene.

The beautiful fireworks in the sky, magnificent, splendid, splendid Tongtian Shrine, Ambilight, brightly lit, straight into the sky of the heavenly tower, fireworks all over the sky, thousands of lights, full of joy and peace in the world of the god Luoyang City.

Thousands of years ago, in Luoyang, the capital of the greatest country in the world, where greatness, brilliance, dreams, and miracles converge, a girl who has been accompanied by loneliness since birth, for the first time, felt the happiness that her whole body was filled with happiness, and for the first time, she was completely put aside the loneliness that had accompanied her for more than ten years.

Thousands of years ago, in Luoyang, the capital of the gods, for the first time since she was born, the girl was beautiful in that life, but she had always shown a sincere happy smile on her cold face.

PS: Finally written out (party

This chapter is too stuck, deleted and changed four or five times, and finally wrote such a chapter (sigh

There are many book friends who have said that they like the story of Shang Yang and love at the beginning, and here is an opportunity to take Shang Yangjun's thousand-year memories as an opportunity to recall, speaking of which, since writing this book, it has really been a long time