There are three tortures in the heavenly realm - Broken Immortal Root, Heavenly Divine Strategy, and Zhu Xiantai.

Ziyu looked at him, and his eyes met him. There was no desolation and poignancy as she imagined, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said with a shallow relieved smile, "Ziyu receives the punishment." ”

She didn't know that many years later, she had endured all these so-called tortures.

She still didn't know the deep meaning of his move, and she didn't know until the end, when she suddenly realized, but it was too late then.

A disciple took her down, and the voice of the disciple of the Discipline Division sounded in the main hall.

"Execution—"

On Kunlun Mountain, the flowers are gorgeous. The Taixu Hall is fiery red, and the peach is dyed blue.

"One, two, three......"

Ziyu was hung on top of the Optimus Pillar, and her white wrist was cut and bleeding by a rope, and her snow-white skirt was wet and wet down her arm. Drop by drop to the ground.

"Thirty-two, thirty-three......"

The voice of the disciple of the Discipline Division reporting the number sounded rhythmically in Ziyu's ears, and his vision gradually blurred. The whip still fell on her thin body. She was hung in mid-air, swaying slightly, like a piece of paper, like a broken leaf. Every whip can make a blood mark, and every time, the splashed blood can bloom a bewitching flower in the air. Blood-stained white, her eyes half-closed, like a doll without consciousness.

"Forty-one, forty-two......"

Zhi Ge was shocked, and finally couldn't help but plead, "Master, the disciple is willing to accept the rest of the punishment for my aunt." I hope that Master will be gracious!" Zhi Ge knew that he was determined, so he had to move his gaze to Ji Ziyang, he was her brother, and he would never be so ruthless, "Master Kai'en, after all, she is also my aunt with the honorific title of Kunlun." ”

There was no response, Ji Ziyang was silent, and Tianji was silent. It was the first time that Zhi Ge was so powerless.

Yun Qiang stood under the Optimus Pillar and pleaded bitterly, Ziyu's splattered blood still lingering on her face.

"Sixty-Nine"

"Seventy"

As the number of reports drew to an end, Zhi Ge's breathing was about to stop.

"Seventy-one!"

"Seventy-two!"

As soon as the end note fell, the rope suddenly retracted. Ziyu is like a withered butterfly fluttering and falling.

"Auntie!" Zhi Ge broke free from Xia Wanren's hand, rushed forward with all his might, and caught Ziyu the moment she landed.

There was still a vague consciousness, and Ziyu forced his eyes open. Even if he was covered in blood, those bright eyes could still coincide with the starlight eyes in Zhige's impression. Ziyu opened her mouth to say something, but the severe pain made her unable to make any sound.

Stop being sad, holding her hand trembling slightly. In the blur of flesh and blood, he could even see the white bones beneath her flesh. Seeing her suffer like this, there was nothing he could do!

"I'm sorry, auntie. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

Zhi Ge choked.

Ziyu pulled out a smile with difficulty, wanting to appease Zhi Ge, but he didn't know that the shallow smile made people even more distressed.

I don't know when the hall is full of peach blossoms, the sweetness of blood is mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and there is a strange fragrance in the wind.

The cooler the wind, the stronger the fragrance.

Ji Ziyang flew under the Optimus Pillar. Looking at the past from afar, he still doesn't eat fireworks and sees through the red dust.

She suddenly felt a little aggrieved, like a child. The mist blinded her, but she finally endured it. As he approached, she seemed to have forgotten her heartbeat.

He took Ziyu from Zhige's arms, held her in his arms, and stained his white clothes with red blood.

"The punishment is over, and you are at your own convenience. With that, he drifted away with her. His voice was so calm, calm that it soothed her pain.

In the Palace of Eternal Life, she lay in his arms, breathing.

"Brother, am I dying?"

"I'm not going to let you have anything to do. Ji Ziyang washed away her dirty blood and took out another pill to feed her to take.

Ziyu's heart moved slightly, "I'm a sinner, why does my brother treat me so well?"

"You have committed a sin in the public and you should be punished. Yu Private, you are my sister. My sister who needs my love. Ji Ziyang suddenly stopped the movements in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Three thousand years under the Jingchu Pool, Ziyu, can you blame me?"

Ziyu shook his head, "That's what I deserve." ”、

Perhaps it was the pill that Fang had just taken that worked, and Ziyu had the slightest strength.

Outside the door, a disciple of the Discipline Division urged, "Master, the time has come." ”

Ji Ziyang helped her up and reached out to brush the broken hair from her ear, "Ziyu, brother is waiting for you to go home." ”

Ziyu's nose was sour, "Okay." ”

The door was opened, and Ziyu left with the disciple. She walked very slowly, even with a slight limp. Seventy-two divine strategies, no matter how good the panacea is, it can't withstand the pain of opening the skin and flesh.

She gradually drifted away, and the pear blossoms in the garden have not bloomed since today.

It wasn't until Jingchuchi that Yun Qiang arrived in a hurry. "Benefactor!"

Yun Qiang wanted to get closer, but was stopped by the disciples of the Discipline Division. I had to say loudly to Ziyu, "Benefactor, you saved Yunqiang's life." If Yun is destined to meet you again in the future, I will worship you as a teacher!

Three thousand years, I don't know how many times she has been reincarnated. In the end, it was just a child, Ziyu couldn't bear to make her sad, so she just said, "Okay." Fu turned around again and walked down the ladder in the pool.

Zhige stood in the distance, watching her turn around, watching her disappear from his sight little by little. Obviously I never got it, why is there a sadness of losing forever.

What a strange feeling.

He looked down at what was in his hand, and suddenly smiled, bitter, sad.

On the Hall of Eternal Life.

"Boss. Zhi Ge stood behind him, unable to see joy and sorrow,

"What's the matter?"

Zhi Ge took out a peach blossom fan from his sleeve, small and exquisite, very exquisite.

"This is what my aunt left in Su Jin Pavilion. "Zhi Ge looked at the sky," Fang just forgot to give it to her. If I go again now, I'm afraid it's too late, so I'll send it up and keep it by the head first. After all, it was her brother who was in charge. ”

In fact, Zhi Ge wanted to ask, why did her brother take her so ruthlessly? Canghua's matter was solved, and it was understandable to kill innocents indiscriminately, obviously Yunqiang had already told him and told everyone. You don't have to pay such a heavy penalty, but why?

Ji Ziyang took it, "Okay, let's go down if there's nothing else." ”

"Yes, the disciple retired. ”

Ji Ziyang's fingers gently rubbed on the handle of the fan, which was a skeleton made of peach wood, and he slowly unfolded it, with a few lines of small characters. The complexion gradually stiffened.

I saw a poem engraved on the surface of the fan—

Hibiscus water comes to jade without heart

Su Zhen Ling sound music in the air

Butterflies dance wildly and fall late

The flowers stain the wall and the breeze blows

He sighed silently, could it be that this destiny is really unavoidable?

It's so cool here, Ziyu looked around, empty, nothing. It is surrounded by a transparent barrier, and through it, only a patch of white can be seen. At the foot is a lotus platform, the lotus platform is not big, like a pavilion. Below, there is a gushing spring, bubbling and terrifyingly still.

The world always tells the story of how terrible and cruel the pure primordial pool is. In fact, there is nothing at the bottom of the net pool. The reason why it is torture is only because in the long time, no matter how the world is turned upside down outside the pool, the wind and clouds are surging, and there is blind silence and loneliness inside. I am so lonely that I sometimes wonder if I really exist in this world.

Here, you can't see the sun and the moon, and you can't even feel the transformation of time and space. It used years of emptiness to slowly grind away a person's water chestnut little by little, so that her heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and there were no more ripples.

Ziyu curled up in a corner, probably because the wound was torn, and blood dripped down the sleeve of his coat. Hurt.

She was a little scared, afraid that she would not be able to bear the three thousand years, and her body trembled slightly, so helpless.

She reached out and placed it lightly on top of the barrier. There is a real touch, like ice crystals, which makes people shudder.

Ziyu looked at it in a daze, her eyes wide open, trying to see the outside world clearly. However, the hand was weak and hung down, and it was in vain after all.

Outside the pool, Ji Ziyang stood with his hands in his hands. Quietly looking at her. The years are streaming, the black hair falls down to the shoulders, and the Taoist robe is floating, like a quiet picture, which makes people can't bear to disturb. Even the dust had to be swept over carefully, for fear of disturbing him.

Her helplessness, her confusion, her fear. He sees it all, and sometimes, he wonders if he is wrong.

Ziyu, how should I treat you so that I can be perfect?

He sighed softly, unable to bear to look at her again. Turning slowly, leaving only a white back. The huge Kunlun Mountain, for the first time, lined this high-minded, worshiped and admired Immortal Venerable Ji Ziyang so small, and for the first time made him look so thin and lonely.

In the distance stood a man, hidden deep in the woods. Vaguely, it seemed to be an old man, dressed in white, with crane hair all over his head. He stroked his beard, but he didn't see a face. seems to be a storyteller, looking at the sorrow of the world.

From ancient times to the present, in the Six Realms, no matter the gods and demons, they can't escape a love word. This pair of infatuated men and women washed the earth with tears and dyed red with blood. Start with affection, and end with affection.

The pear blossoms bloom like snow, and the red dust is the same dream. One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon.

The flying spring on the rock hangs the waterfall, bursts out in the air, the water droplets splash in all directions, turns into a misty cloud of smoke, curling down. It's like hanging a white curtain of clouds on a clear sunny day.

Hongchen is noisy, why bother to hold on to those loves and refuse to let go?

The old man seemed to be muttering, "Infatuation is easy to turn into great hatred, and blazing love can become extreme hatred......"

Under the pure pool, two lines of clear tears fell. Ziyu closed his eyes, not knowing how to face his heart.

Rao is so unbearable that there seems to be no way to stop.

Brother, I want to be with you.

The long road is difficult, difficult and difficult, I am willing to crawl forward, one step at a time.

Thousands of rivers and mountains, far away, I am willing to climb over the mountains and mountains, and embrace the dust.

The small temple in the mountains, the bell and the stone chime, I would like to kneel at the Buddha gate, listen to the Zen sound, and twist the Buddha beads.

Not to meet you, not to spend time with you, not to ascend with you. I just want to touch your temperature, I just want to see your scenery everywhere I go. I just want to call you brother in the depths of the red dust when the flowers are blooming.

For this reason, I am willing to abandon my faith, not enter reincarnation, and suffer for a lifetime.

If one day, I am fortunate to be able to join hands with you, it will be a catastrophe, and I will be willing to do it.

If one day, I am unfortunate and abandoned by you, that is, I will be a cage flower, and I will also be honored by the Six Realms.

If one day, if you say goodbye without saying goodbye, I will let Kyushu be destroyed.