"The Classic of Mountains and Seas, the First of the Nanshan Classic" has clouds: three hundred and seventy miles to the east, it is called the mountain of Qiyang. Its yang is more red gold. Its yin is more platinum. There is a beast, its shape is like a horse and the white head, its text is like a tiger and the red tail, its sound is like a ballad, its name is called Lushu, and it is suitable for the descendants. Strange water comes out of the water, and the east flows into the water of Xianyi. Among them, there are many Xuanyu, its shape is like a turtle and the head and tail of the bird, its name is called the tortoise, its sound is like judging wood, it is not deaf, it can be the bottom.

To explain, it probably means that there is a mountain of Qiyang three hundred and seventy miles east of Ape Wing Mountain, which is rich in products and special ores, and there is a monster called "Lushu", which looks like a horse, with a white head and a red tail, and will be full of children and grandchildren when it wears its fur. This is the source of a strange water, flowing eastward into the water of the Wings, among which is a monster called "Xuanyu", which looks like a turtle but has a bird's head and snake tail, and its name is "Spiral Turtle", and the person who wears its tortoise shell has hearing abnormality.

And the realm of Qiyang, is located on the top of the Qiyang Mountain, compared to the ground is full of life, it seems to be barren, within a thousand miles, there is only an endless white sand and scorching air, everywhere you go, there are dead branches and white bones, and anger in the place where the undead gather - Ming Wang Flower.

When Pangu opened the world, this space was created to imprison the guilty, and after 10,000 years, Wen Jiuzhi, a Xuanniao who was exiled by the divine realm, became the lord of Qiyang, and was cursed by the life and life, and will always repair the flawless soul of the undead here, and immortality and loneliness are the only punishments he can touch for the rest of his life.

It was another dead night.

Wen Jiuzhi sat on the recliner, old wine was boiling on the low table beside him, the steaming heat warmed his fingertips, and now all he could do was to look at the blood-colored eclipse moon hanging high in the chaotic sky, move his fingers lightly, and count the years and months he had been here again and again.

There is no wind, no moon, no day and no night, as if ...... It's been three thousand years.

Eclipse of the Moon? Oh, it's not the moon, it's just a sign that he's about to be busy with the ghost door again......

The sand that covers thousands of miles of Qiyang is snow-white, and every time the eclipse moon rises, the earth will be shrouded in a dead silence, as if no one has ever come, and no one has ever left, only the fine sand in the hourglass that can never be poured out, witnessing the passage of time.

A long life without one will seem boring, and over time, there is only one purpose in life - to wait for death.

At least Wen Jiuzhi has been lonely for so long, and he has indeed thought about the issue of life and death. He had seen countless dead souls, but he had never seen real beings, except for the Qingqiu Fox.

However, that was 1,800 years ago.

In the middle of July, the door of ghosts is opened, one day in heaven, one year on earth, and one month in heaven is about thirty years on earth.

…… Some of them are busy.

Thinking like this, Wen Jiuzhi patted his forehead, sighed, glanced at the bronze mirror in the room, which could only reflect chaos, and then looked at the water vapor on the stove and took a deep breath.

He does not like to drink, which makes people promiscuous, and it can also make people lose themselves, it is an excuse for the wicked to vent their desires, and it is also the source of all evil that makes the good depraved.

It's a pity that he doesn't seem to be human, and he won't be deceived by these mundane things.

For thousands of years, there was only one person in my heart...... However, he can't remember whether he loves or hates, and he doesn't bother to recall those old things, don't be too nostalgic, this is the advice he gave himself when he was 7,000 years old.

Wen Jiuzhi, his name is really good, under his gentle temperament and gentle appearance, there is an obsession that cannot be dissipated no matter how long it takes, and it is this obsession that makes him still sane to this day, and he has not fallen into the demon path like Qingluan.

"Where are you...... Is it still open? ”

Weak inquiry.

It has been nearly a thousand years since the undead entered Qiyang, and similarly, Wen Jiuzhi, who is the lord of Qiyang, has not spoken for such a long time, so when he wanted to answer, he was shocked that his tongue had stiffened, and after a long time, he spit out a lame sentence:

“…… What do you need to sit down and say to yourself, I am not a Nai He Bridge here, and there is no self-help Meng Po soup. ”

When I turned around, I found that it was a young man in a black robe, with a crown on his head, but his eyes revealed a shyness that was extremely inconsistent with his identity, and he smiled slightly awkwardly.

Wen Jiuzhi sighed again, the ghost door opened, and he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad, according to the usual loneliness, he should be looking forward to someone to pass the boring time for him, why is he a little resistant now, and even feels that his peace is disturbed?

…… Is this called awkwardness? Maybe he did it all on his own.

After a short inner struggle, Wen Jiuzhi realized that this was his own psychological problem, and it had nothing to do with the dead soul in front of him who seemed to have been dead for many years, and even squatted at the gate of the barrier gate of the Qiyang Realm for several years, not to mention that his task was not to repair the lack of their souls and send these deceased people to Bliss, there must be a little bit of professionalism.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiuzhi wiped his slightly stiff cheeks, smiled at the young emperor's revenant, raised his hand and pointed to the bamboo chair beside him to signal the latter to sit down, and then filled the other party with a glass of aged wine.

"Sit down, don't beat around the bush if you have anything to say, just say it. Also, this wine is not for you to drink, just smell it, you don't have three souls and seven souls now, so don't think about pleasure in your head. ”

The young emperor had already stretched out his hand, and when he heard it, he was stunned, then laughed heartily, waved his hand into his nose, and replied lightly: "People say that the Lord of Zhuyang is an interesting person, and today I saw that it was really extraordinary, it seems that I have found the right person this time." ”

"Let me guess, you wear a crown on your head, wearing a dark embroidered dragon robe, you must have been the ninety-five supreme during your lifetime, but you were young and mourned, time did not leave too deep marks on your face, obviously the dynasty you live in is politically clear, the country and the people are safe, but there is a lingering melancholy between your eyebrows, which can not be caused overnight, it seems that your power has fallen during your reign, even if you sit firmly on the throne, but you still can't avoid the fate of being listened to by others."

"You ......"

"You are kind to others, gentle in temperament, you don't want to do harmful things in your life, and you can't see people suffering, and the main reason why you can only be at the mercy of others after succeeding to the throne is a woman, and this woman is not your wife and concubine, but your mother, so if you exclude Gaozong of the Second Holy Dynasty, it will not be Zhongzong in terms of age, it is very likely to be Tang Ruizong Li Dan, but I still think that you are the Emperor of Filial Piety, Liu Ying."