In the city of the Divine Capital, there are lights everywhere, and laughter and laughter are mixed among the people, not at all like a place controlled by a brutal dark witch.

Mu Ziyu and Xun Feng took away their breath, melted into the citizens, and walked forward.

"Is it a holiday today? Why is it so lively? ”

Xun Feng looked at the prosperous scene here, and was quite puzzled, and couldn't help but lower his voice and say to Mu Ziyu.

Mu Ziyu's face did not move, he glanced slightly, his brows twisted slightly, and he hesitated,

"It seems to be the Yilan Festival, a traditional activity of the people of southern Xinjiang to meet teachers and friends, in the season of returning to the earth in spring, generally in the second half of April, and it has been opened for five or six days, which is a banquet for talented people to meet friends with poetry."

He doesn't know a lot about Southern Xinjiang, and he also made up a lot of information before he came, but in fact, the region of Southern Xinjiang is too mysterious, and there is not much news to spread around the world.

Xun Feng nodded when he heard this, and then looked around quietly, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, and said in a low voice,

"This Yilan Festival is really interesting, even the stalls on the side of the street are all poems and words, look at it, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there are still people on the street."

Meeting friends with texts, no high or low, children of poor families, elegant people of the world, on the riverside painting boat, in the colorful streets, scattered together, except for the different materials of a robe, there is no difference.

Mu Ziyu frowned when he heard this, and he couldn't understand it.

"It's strange, it's obviously a prosperous color, the people's livelihood is peaceful, and the people are happy, not at all like being controlled by a dark witch, and people's hearts are panicking! But this piece is thriving, and what is the forbidden array on the periphery that imprisons the spiritual power of spiritual cultivators? ”

Could it be that they came this step late, and there are some variables?

This prosperous scene in the Divine Capital City really doesn't look like the darkness under the oppression of dark witches.

But Mu Ziyu's eyebrows twisted slightly, could it be that it was just for spiritual cultivators, just for a change of authority, but it didn't disturb the people?

The thought popped into his head and startled him.

How is this possible? The dark witch does all kinds of evil, but he grabs power without harming the people, and he is still thriving, how can it?

But when you think about it, even the ghost king doesn't have the slightest killing intent on him, so what's impossible?

Mu Ziyu was taken aback by his own thoughts, his heart was beating fast, how could he have such an idea.

But the so-called good in this world is really good, and the so-called evil is really evil?

At the beginning, Qiao Ye was also a ghost, with infinite scenery, but what he did secretly was some dirty things.

On the contrary, it is

Mu Ziyu's eyes lowered slightly, and he remembered the scene he experienced when he was a child.

Everyone in the world says that the demon race does all kinds of evil and is the enemy of the human race, but why was it a demon girl who rescued her from prison in the first place, not the clansman she believed in?

After a pause, Mu Ziyu gave Xun Feng a look, first go find a lively small restaurant to eat something, and by the way, listen to the news, after being full of wine and food, he is sneaking into the imperial city, and it is not much use to think about it so much now, after all, as long as he sees the empress, everything will be solved.

In the tavern, Mu Ziyu ordered some small dishes, but he didn't expect that the tradition of the Yilan Festival was really interesting, and even the poetry and wine party were hung in this tavern.

I learned from the shopkeeper that in the days of the Yilan Festival, whatever I do will be stained with a text.

But fortunately, Mu Ziyu is not only an encyclopedia, but also a genius.

I have read 8,000 volumes of books, and Xuefu even has five library buildings, although he has not deliberately developed any piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but this talent is not comparable to ordinary people. Dealing with a shopkeeper on the Yilan Festival is naturally not a problem.

If it weren't for the fact that the current situation couldn't let him show his horns too much, otherwise it would be difficult to win the first place in this Yilan Festival?

The Muda Encyclopedia not only made Dian Xiaoer speechless, but also successfully obtained a lot of useful information, and when a table of good dishes was finished, he picked up a piece of duck breast, and whispered to Xun Feng and analyzed,

"Obviously, the people don't know about the dark witch's seizure of the throne, and the empress Chan is located in King Huan, which is afraid that it is a trick, and it should be the hand of the dark witch."

Xun Feng picked up the cup of tea and said in a low voice,

"King Kehuan didn't have a good reputation in the mouths of the people, and after he took the throne, he sang songs every night, and he didn't do anything conducive to construction."

Mu Ziyu shook his head and said,

"I didn't do anything good for the construction, but I didn't do anything bad either.

The mediocre and mediocre position in a high position has not affected this prosperous city of gods, and the people are still happy, singing and dancing.

The dark witch is menacing this time, not only imprisoning the empress and putting King Huan on the throne, but also setting up a large array in the divine capital to control the entire divine capital city in his hands.

There weren't many monks in the city, but the people lived in peace and contentment, untouched, which is a bit strange.

King Huan is incompetent, he is a puppet after all, and the rest of the power organs, except for the empress being banned, the rest have not changed. ”

Xun Feng had just picked up a piece of fried meat at this time, his hand paused in the air for a moment, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

"I really don't know what this group of dark witches have in mind, it seems that we can only know the answer after we enter the palace once and meet the empress."

Mu Ziyu felt the same way, so he didn't talk nonsense, and opened the way to eat and drink to replenish energy.

They hadn't eaten for a long, long time, and he had gone crazy for the past few months, living only on aura.

The night is like water, on the willow bank, the waning moon hangs high, and the breeze blows, but there is no desolate color, but it is a prosperous scene of fighting poetry and comparison.

In the peach forest, a few gusts of wind blow, and the peach blossoms scatter the sky, which is particularly beautiful under the moonlight.

Qiao Yue took Jun Mo to appear on the white altar again, but this time, Tianwu's figure was missing.

After the return of Lechuan, Qiao Yue's aura was restrained in the spiritual sea, and the soul power was immersed in the jade bones, like a sword hidden in a box, half a point did not show its edge, making people feel cool as water, but there was no biting cold, cold as the moon, but it would not make people feel unattainable.

Jun Mo's body was stained with a faint sense of life and death, and he gradually had a look of enlightenment, and his breath did not change much, but he was half a point calmer than before.

The ink clothes are picturesque, and they are the same as they were at the beginning.

didn't show any edge, just stood there quietly, even if he exhausted his temperament, but the monarch between the eyebrows and the emperor made people feel bowed.

Qiao Yue raised his eyes to look at Jun Mo, looked at the familiar eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth took the lead in a smile, and threw himself into his arms.

Jun Mo rubbed Qiao Yue's long hair, hugged her tightly, and leaned over into her neck socket.

The night was dark, and the peach fragrance was overflowing, but the two of them didn't say a word in a tacit understanding, just hugged each other quietly.

Neither of them wanted to be the first to speak and end all this, and the two of them knew in their hearts that those days in Lethe would be their last days of peace and tranquility before the war came again.

Back in the world of Kyushu, they have to face separation, a separation that they don't know if there will be goodbye.

Because everyone has things that have not been done, because of the responsibilities they carry, no one can and cannot leave everything for the other party, they have too much to carry, and they can't even abandon it, so they make an agreement after the end.

After a long time, Qiao Yue finally opened her mouth, with a light smile in her eyes, and looked at Jun Mo,

"Junmo, these days with you in Lethe are the happiest days I have ever had in this world, when the matter is over, how about we go back together to see that peach branch?"

Jun Mo rubbed her in his arms, and a low voice came,

"Okay, let's go back together, remember that when the time comes, Ah Yue must marry me."

Qiao Yue lowered her head and smiled,

"It's a word, remember to prepare the dowry when the time comes."

Jun Mo chuckled, pecked her cheek, and said softly,

"You won't be disappointed."

Qiao Yue smiled lightly, holding her reluctance in her heart, and pushed Junmo back,

"Aka, goodbye."

Jun Mo glanced at her deeply, and with a light smile, Qiao Yue raised the flying peach blossoms, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jun Mo couldn't help laughing, she was afraid that she didn't want him to see her departing back, or she didn't want to see his departing back, so she used illusion and disappeared directly in front of him.

Qiao Yue has never liked this parting scene.

Jun Mo looked up at the waning moon, and then took steps, stepping on the falling flowers, and walked forward.

There is still a long way to go, and there is still a long way to go, Qiao Yue, wait for me.