Pale blue shimmer and clouds swirl in the fantasy space, and the layers of clouds are like the magnificent auspicious clouds of the Nine Heavens Palace, surrounded by invisible and invisible transparent barriers, occasionally rippling ripple-like sparkling ripples. The majestic green jade tombstone looms in the middle of the magnificent space, and wisps of pale blue shimmer emerge from the green jade tombstone, lingering and shining on this ethereal country.

The soft white gauze skirt is windless and automatic, and the beautiful and dusty face of the iris is blurred under the clouds, and her eyes are soft staring at the noble and elegant girl in front of her, and her words are meaningful: "Although the green jade tombstone can keep my soul from dissipating between heaven and earth, the space it absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon and forms independently, which has an indelible drawback, that is, imprisonment." More than ten years ago, I was seriously injured and died, and my soul wandered into the green jade tombstone carved for me by the Northern War. ”

At this point, Iriswood lowered her thick eyelashes slightly, revealing the demeanor of a scholarly family in her gestures: "At that time, I thought that if I could always retain the state of my soul and silently accompany Beilangsheng to give birth to this child, this life would be considered complete. ”

"Is it because your soul is too weak, so you can't break through the confinement of Qingyu's tombstone?" The sparkling ripples rippled in a circle under the feet of Nan Zuisheng, and the clouds lingered around her body, and the jade color of Nan Zuisheng's fairy posture was more and more set off, and it was unrefined.

The pale white clouds swirled around the tips of the kite's fingers, and she stared at her sometimes disillusioned, sometimes condensed jade fingers, and sighed faintly: "I thought so at first, but the green jade tombstone has a very significant healing nourishment for my soul, and over time, my soul has gradually entered its heyday, but it still can't break through the invisible and traceless confinement." ”

Qingli dusty face was impregnated with heavy sadness, Iris recalled that when her child Bei Langsheng was born, drop after drop of shimmering cyan tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and when the teardrops fell on the transparent barrier under her feet, they burst out of the sparkling ripples that rippled in circles: "Every time I look at the sad and desolate figure of Beilangsheng --- my child after paying tribute to me, I can't wait to rush out of the Qingyu tombstone to accompany Beilangsheng, but the power to imprison the soul is too strong, Unless someone uses external forces to help me break and confine, even after a hundred years, a thousand years, I will still be trapped in this green jade tombstone. ”

and shall never be detached.

Even if the sun and the moon change, the white clouds and dogs: the vicissitudes of the sea, the stars change.

There is no wind, no sun, no moon and no stars in the fantasy space, but Nan Zuisheng's long hair with a little bit of clear light and broken shadows is windless and automatic, and the wisps of it are flying in the cascading clouds: "But now...... Haven't you broken through the confines of the jade tombstone? You are standing in front of my eyes now, not speaking to me through a tombstone. ”

Looking at Nan Zuisheng's confused and puzzled look, Iris hooked her lips and smiled lightly, she raised her hand and gently brushed away a strand of ink hair stained between the girl's lips, and slowly told the true meaning of the so-called 'imprisonment' in a clear and coherent manner: "Zuisheng, the me you see now is still a soul body." Although you have just broken the confinement of the Qingyu tombstone with your blood, this is only temporary freedom for me. ”

With a slight wave of the slender arm, the green jade tombstone looming in the cascading clouds suddenly stood clearly and majestically behind the iris, the jade fingers caressed the cold green jade, she felt the mysterious and infinite source of power under her fingers, and became more and more uneasy: "The green jade with clouds found in the Northern War has gone through several dynasties and generations, and it has fully contained the antiquity and power of thousands of years, and after being carved into a tombstone, this power gradually forms an independent space, and it needs the soul to maintain the stability of the space. And I need space to heal and preserve my soul. ”

Interdependence and indispensability.

The thousand-year-old green jade contains the essence of the sun and the moon, carved over the years, originally it was just an ordinary piece of jade, there are many dust impurities inside, ugly stone dross, but with the change of things, the changes of the times of the white cloud and the dog, the luster of the green jade is more and more flawless, and the ugly stone dregs inside are gradually separated.

It was originally a piece of mortal jade, but by chance, this piece of mortal jade got a big opportunity.

Originally, this piece of mortal jade was washed and moistened day and night in the stream at the foot of a mountain range, and it could have gradually transformed into a piece of smooth and flawless green jade, and then was taken away by quarrymen to carve into gorgeous and exquisite jewelry ornaments.

Fanyu is deeply buried by the sediment, it can perceive the bustling and prosperous above the sediment: it can also perceive the Jin Ge Iron Horse above the sediment, and the halberd sinks into the sand: it can also perceive the hundreds of rivers returning to the sea above the sediment, and the waves are magnificent.

The stream gradually evolved from the streets, the battlefield, to the deep blue sea.

Green jade has gradually evolved from mortal stone and jade to thousand-year-old spiritual jade.

After generations of vicissitudes, the turbulent blue sea has gradually evolved into a majestic mountain range. The green jade and countless jade stones that have undergone the changes of time are piled up on the top of the majestic mountain, and the sun and moon shine brightly, and the majestic and infinite power is immersed in the green jade.

Over time, the jade will gradually begin to condense the wisps of flowing clouds, when the soft light of the stars and the moon sprinkles on the jade, the amount of solar energy absorbed in the day will be entangled with the energy of the stars and the moon lingering together, and when the energy absorbed by the jade finally reaches a peak, the fantasy and magnificent space will naturally open and generate.

Jade is psychic.

And what about the thousand-year-old green jade?

The green jade that contains the energy of thousands of years and the sun, moon and stars has long been no longer the ordinary jade that condensed many ugly stones and dross, and now the green jade has long been reborn, and the clouds flowing inside are mysterious and profound, even in the dark night when the ink flows, this thousand-year-old green jade can still reveal a brilliant cyan brilliance.

After Iris died tragically at home because of a bullet in the abdominal cavity, Beizhan personally took people to Burma to search for a long time, and finally found this beautiful and natural thousand-year-old jade. After this thousand-year-old jade was mined from the top of the mountain, it caused a great sensation in Myanmar, and countless jewelry companies and local snakes have eyed this mysterious and magnificent thousand-year-old jade.

At that time, after Beizhan and the others quickly signed the check and closed the transaction, they directly showed the real guns on their bodies to the crowd of people who were watching and gathering with bad intentions. The local local snakes knew that Beizhan and the others were strong dragons from other places, not to mention that this strong dragon was equipped with a full of real guns and live ammunition, so they could only watch Beizhan and the others consign the thousand-year-old cold jade that was circulating with clouds.

There is a cloud carved stele inside, which can make the deceased return.

For the sake of this ethereal legend, the Northern War can be said to have done everything.

When the ethereal legend becomes a reality at this moment, I don't know how the Northern War will feel?

The 'iris' that he kept thinking about in his drunken dreams turned out to have never disappeared between heaven and earth, but he was imprisoned in the magnificent space by the Qingyu tombstone, and he could only look at the husband he once loved and the child --- Beilangsheng through the time, which was accompanied by the father and son of Beizhan and Beilangsheng.

The sparkling ink eyes clearly reflected the sad complexion of the iris, Nan Zuisheng could not hide his sigh when he saw the situation, the world is impermanent, who would have thought that there really is a soul in this world, and who would have thought that there really is a green jade tombstone in this world that can transcend the cycle of life and death.

The moon-white cherry blossom long skirt swayed to the ground, and the wisps of pale white clouds soaked in the gorgeous silk satin palace skirt worn by Nan Zuisheng, as if she was draped in a layer of hazy tulle: "So...... Unless there is enough external force to help you solidify into a new body, you can only maintain your current ethereal soul state, interdependent and shackled with the Qingyu tombstone, right? ”

"That's right, my soul energy is very weak now, so I can only pull your consciousness into the Qingyu tombstone, instead of condensing the power to form a soul split outside the Qingyu tombstone." The soft white gauze skirt fluttered in the clouds, and the iris stared at the fairy girl in front of her, and she felt that God had its own providence.

No matter how hard you try, you can't break through the green jade tombstone confinement, can be easily broken by Nan Zuisheng's blood, although the time of freedom is very short, but it is already a rare gift for Iris, just like the morning sun tearing the night, the gray future finally revealed a bright light.

The beaded curtain hanging under the girdle flowed with a smooth and flawless brilliance, Nan Zuisheng frowned slightly, carefully recalled the bizarre dreams he had dreamed of in a deep sleep before, and suddenly understood something: "Then the reason why your energy is exhausted is because I fell into those seven days of slumber before?" You also made those bizarre dreams, right? ”

The light blue shimmer came out from the soul of Iris, her jaw tapped, and her beautiful face revealed a look of sadness and fear: "That's right, I don't know what to do to keep your memory of me, in desperation, I have to slowly inject the energy that has been stored in my soul for a long time into your body, these energies will make you fall into a short sleep, as for those bizarre dreams......"

The beautiful eyes were surrounded by a pale peach, and the iris involuntarily clenched her slender jade fingers, and the soul that had gradually solidified was once again bright and uncertain under the emotions of fear, anger, sadness and panic: "It was the source of my true identity and the cause of my death. ”

The gorgeous and slender eyelashes cast a dim shadow on the eyelids, Nan Zuisheng stared at the uncertain body of Iris, and the long hair of Mo Yu poured on his waist like a starry night flowing in the sky: "...... I see, no wonder I dream of the old past between my parents, as for the butterflies and Zhang Tu repeatedly mentioned in the dream, as well as the news of the butterfly in the Northern War...... It's all important clues about who you really --- want to tell me, right? ”

Iris.

The upper kite and the lower wood --- owl also.

"You must have guessed my true identity, but you have never been sure." The uncertain soul of the iris gradually solidified with the stability of the emotion, and the beautiful face looked blurred under the cascading clouds, like a mysterious foreign princess with a veil, revealing the elegance and nobility of the scholarly family between her gestures.

The slender jade fingers casually flicked the cascading lingering clouds, the pale white clouds wrapped around the tips of the iris, she stared at the illusory fingertips on the edge, and her tone was as heavy and solemn as an ancient book: "Butterfly is a dark underground kingdom that has taken root in the Xuan Kingdom for a long time more than ten years ago, this kingdom has many advanced technologies and weapons, drug trafficking is just a crime to cover people's eyes, the real root of butterflies' evil --- is to reproduce genes to create perfect humanoid weapons." ”

What is the true perfect humanoid weapon?

The answer is known only to Iris.

Because she is the most perfect replica gene person in the butterfly experiment.