The construction of the Julei Pagoda suddenly stopped for some reason, perhaps because of the heavy rain for several days, which caused the road surface to collapse, and the craftsmen had to start repairing and stop the expansion of the tower.

The road surface is full of potholes, and the mud is mixed with stagnant water, which makes the tower slightly skewed, and from a distance it looks like it is about to fall if you push it.

Such rainfall, in the dry and hot autumn of the Yan country, the real number is rare.

It was raining constantly, and the moisture entered the body, and Ding Ruoyu only felt that the broken bones were even more sore. In the afternoon, two Snow Country guards dressed as witch disciples, carrying medicine boxes, pretending to be witch doctors who had been invited to prescribe medicine, entered the room to cast spells to heal her wounds.

Their palms glowed with golden light, and they didn't take apart the bandages and fixations, and placed them two inches away from Ding Ruoyu's wounds, and passed those hot golden rays into her joints.

"The pain will get worse in a few days, but it will be better in three or four days." After they finished casting the spell, they wrote down a few prescriptions for dietary therapy, and then got up to say goodbye.

"Will it affect my future practice?" Ding Ruoyu hurriedly asked.

The guards glanced at her, and one of them said, "It depends on your own physique." ”

Ding Ruoyu has only suffered some bruises and skin injuries all along, and it is the first time that he has broken his hands and feet and cannot move. What the specific situation is, we will not know until the injury is healed and I try it out. She didn't think much about it, leaned against the head of the bed and closed her eyes, seemingly pretending to sleep, but in fact entered meditation.

At the bottom of my heart, there is always a dark abyss that I can't see through or guess. The sound of rain from the outside world lingered like the mournful weeping of ghosts, making the chaotic darkness deeper and more unfathomable, as if there were countless hideous ghosts swimming in it.

Ding Ruoyu opened her eyes, and the thin window paper showed a dim skylight, making her unable to tell whether it was day or evening at the moment.

The maid Ziyan walked over, helped her wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, and muttered: "It has rained for so many days, but it is still as hot as ever, and it has not cooled down at all." ”

"Why is it raining this year?" Ding Ruoyu said, the question asked sounded meaningless.

Zi Yan replied: "Maybe the gods in the sky can't bear the turmoil in the world and fight for years, so they cry into rain?" ”

Ding Ruoyu looked at her and smiled lightly, where would the gods care about their affairs? The world has been divided and united, but this time it has been too long.

Compared with the Xiyan Kingdom, which has occupied a stable geographical position so far, the four countries of the Central Plains can be described as extremely chaotic, and I don't know how many people die on the battlefield every year, and I don't know how many people have abandoned their fields and become refugees due to conscription. Bandits rose everywhere, and the robbers occupied the mountains as kings, and there was a desolate scene everywhere.

When they went to South Vietnam to do business, they deliberately avoided the scene of the conflict, but they still saw many poor people who were unclothed and had no way to live.

It is only when the day of true unification will these bleak scenes improve.

Zi Yan lit the lamp, looked at the piano hanging on the wall, and asked her if she wanted to play.

"Don't play anymore," Ding Ruoyu came back from his contemplation, picked up the sheet music at the bedside, handed it to her, and said, "You have taught me for a long time, and I can't learn anything, it seems that I am not this material." ”

Zi Yan covered his mouth and snickered, put away the piano score, sat on the edge of the bed and said: "You are out of curiosity, and you can't be interested after contact, so you haven't learned it at all." ”

"Maybe I'm only good for fighting, killing, killing." Ding Ruoyu said dejectedly.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, knitting and female red, all of them have been tried these days, but none of them can be learned by her. Maybe she has to live in the shadow of swords and swords in this life in order to give full play to her value.

She originally hoped that she would be a bit of a lady when she returned to the Hou Mansion in the future, but unfortunately God was fair, and she was asked to take another uneven road.

In the main hall of the Yanguo Palace, the secret reports of the spies flew like snowflakes, all about the battle between Jiang Guo and Dongye in recent days. Dongye is a large country, rich and prosperous, never advocated war with neighboring countries, and has been occupied by various countries, all of which rely on the imperial court to prevent the continued cession of land. In recent years, seeing that the treaties brought by neighboring countries have become more and more advanced, they have begun to train soldiers to resist invasion. Jiang Guo is just the opposite, the country is not large in size and not very populous, but it advocates all people to join the army, and most of them are warriors who go into battle to kill the enemy. In this way, Dongye is not dominant.

Yan Longxing flipped through the secret report, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or worried.

"The two of them are fighting each other like sandpipes, Your Majesty might as well wait quietly for the results." Liao Guifei, who was waiting on the side, took a look at it and served the freshly brewed tea.

"I'm thinking, Zhou Li, the general sent by the Jiang State front, his new Lady Huanhua was originally from the Red Lotus Palace." Yan Longxing put down the secret letter and took the tea, "The methods of the Witch Emperor are really endless. ”

Seeing his face sank, Liao Guifei couldn't help but panic and said, "Wu, Wu Emperor? ”

"What are you panicking about? Are you also the secret agent that the Witch Emperor planted next to me? As soon as Yan Long's hand was released, the teacup shattered.

The concubine hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "The concubine doesn't dare, Your Majesty wants to believe in the concubine!" ”

Yan Long ordered her to step back and ordered her to be grounded.

This seemingly inconsequential trivial matter soon spread to the Red Cloud Palace.

"Your Majesty is so forgiving, it is really a model for the country." Li Hong stood beside the golden throne and smiled at the convection flame.

"Although the Yan Kingdom has always been two emperors standing side by side, after all, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers." Flowing Flame sighed, "He can't stand this situation either, and he wants to get rid of the witch cult." ”

"You expected this day?" Li Hong lowered his eyes, caught a glimpse of the beads on his wrist, and stopped.

Liuyan seemed to sense his gaze from behind, and flicked the beads and said, "From the moment I sat in this position, I knew what kind of person he was." ”

Twenty years ago, Liuyan ascended to the throne of the Witch Emperor, and it was Yan Long who crowned him.

"Want to kill him?" Li Hong laughed again, "It's not the time yet. ”

"Get rid of one of him, and there will be his sons and grandsons behind him, and he can't kill them all." Flowing Flame caught his joke in a rare way.

Li Hong looked at him and knew that he was tired of living a life of standing on the top with others. Whether you choose the court or faith, there will only be fewer and fewer peaceful days in the future.

It was miserable and rainy, and the market was empty. Li Hong held the umbrella and turned around a lot outside before returning to the White Sand Palace.

In a small room in a secluded place, Zi Yan cleaned up the table and was serving the food, when he saw him appear at the door drenched and hurriedly stepped forward to serve.

"Let's go back and rest." Lihong avoided her and looked out of the door.

Zi Yan retreated obediently, he entered the house, took off the towel on the shelf and wiped his hair, and then looked at Ding Ruoyu.

"You can't do this, you have to try to move around." After adding a bowl of rice, he sat next to Ding Ruoyu and wanted to feed her.

Ding Ruoyu was embarrassed and whispered: "No, the hand is almost good." ”

Li Hong stared at her blankly, let her grab the bowl, and quickly swallowed all the food.

After a while, Ding Ruoyu put the empty bowl back in his hand, and he came back to his senses.

It's really stupid to be drenched in the rain.

"You don't eat?" Ding Ruoyu asked coldly.

"I've eaten it."

Lihong cleaned up the table, and just turned back, he heard her speak again: "Zi Yan told me that the great master is omnipotent, I wonder if I am lucky enough to listen to you play a song?" ”

She pointed to the piano on the wall.

"Ziyan is talking nonsense." Li Hong was a little unnatural, but he quickly looked as usual, and said lightly, "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, can only write." ”

The words are still so ugly......

Ding Ruoyu wanted to struggle for the last time, maybe only the right person could teach her this? I didn't expect it to be good now, and it was completely shattered.

"Then why hang up the piano?" She said unwillingly.

"They said it was hard to find, so it was left there to decorate." Li Hong didn't expect her to play the piano.

Wealthy and elegant. Ding Ruoyu was a little difficult to accept for a while.

Li Hong didn't think much about it, and made a mark, and her palm was glowing with gold, and pinched her injured arm.

Ding Ruoyu didn't dare to disturb, and waited until he finished checking it before asking: "This kind of technique is the same as that used by the Snow Country guards?" ”

"The Snow Countryers have a part of the Celestial bloodline, and some of them are born with this kind of healing technique." Lihong went to try the broken bone on her leg again, "It's just that I'm not worried about people who are cold, I'm afraid that they will do things in secret." ”

Ding Ruoyu suddenly felt a tingling pain in his legs, and then something swam through the blood vessels, and his whole body seemed to be much more relaxed, and the pain disappeared.

"I didn't do anything, I just slacked off." "You can walk around tomorrow." ”

Ding Ruoyu moved slightly, and it was really not as laborious as before. She was silent for a moment before asking, "Can the Heavenly Clan's magic be used by the Demon Clan?" ”

"I can't." Lihong stared at her, smiling.

"So you're not the demon that Mr. Tenryu said?" Ding Ruoyu also raised his head and looked back at him.

"I told you, don't pay too much attention to what he says." Lihong helped her lean against the head of the bed and said slowly, "I'm just a mortal, but I have more talent for cultivation." ”

Seeing the girl sleeping quietly, Lihong also got up and went back to the room.

The rain outside had stopped, and the water on the eaves was still falling, making noises of varying shades.

The sky was as dark as ink, as thick as a bottomless abyss, reflected in his eyes, and not a single ray of light could be reflected.

He thought of many, many years ago, when he was still in the heavens, he had asked Miro if there was a way to break the boundaries of the Heavenly Race and the demons and modify the existing rules.

Later, he and Miro were sent to the ruined Demon Domain to hunt down the absconding demon boy Lihong.

In the Netherworld Palace, he took the lead in tying up Lihong, but he did not kill him on the spot according to the will of the Heavenly Monarch.

He took his own heart, replaced the boy from sleep for five hundred years, turned the Netherworld into a hell of the dead, and made everyone think that he had turned into ashes.

He's going to try it with all his might, not just to change everything, but to protect the people he's going to protect.

The canopy of heaven was dim, as if it had locked him in the abyss of hell for hundreds of years. The waterlogged ground is like the blood flowing in hell.

"Pontoon, come out quickly!" That day, Miro's hoarse cries were still in his ears, but he could not turn back.

What he wants to do is to become a dead spirit, borrow Lihong's identity, steal the sky and change the day, and hide from the world.