The spear fell to the ground and smashed into a huge crater, and the surging white air wave lifted the crowd away, and people fell thousands of feet away, and when they looked up again, the bright sunlight sprinkled all over the earth, and there was no wind and thunder in the sky.

Distance.

The towering spear is inserted diagonally, like a divine pillar that runs through the heavens and the earth.

After the chaos of the Demon Tower, this spear was transported to the Holy Soil Temple, and at that time, Shi Yirao called it the peak of the gods' palms, and it was placed in the Great Hall of Tongtian, and no one could hold it high. Today, this divine spear was finally thrown again, piercing the thick earth.

There is no doubt that it is another god who holds it up.

The dragon was entrenched at the top of the Divine Spear, and the figure of the Floating Slaughter of the World still covered the sky and the sun, and the blood of Xuanhuang dripped from its abdomen, solidified on the ground, and turned into a whole piece of burning ore.

But no one looked at the figure of this blue dragon.

Everyone looked south in unison.

In the dark sky of the Holy Temple.

Two golden lines lit up, one on the left and one on the right.

As if the sun arches over the horizon at sunrise, these two golden wires also expand rapidly, becoming a narrow triangle that hangs in the air. Only then did everyone realize that this golden light was a pair of open eyes.

His Majesty the Emperor, who had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time, finally woke up today.

What was even more shocking was that His Majesty the Emperor's voice was like that of a young girl.

There are many statues related to emperors in this world, and the image of these statues is very uniform—wearing ancient imperial robes, holding a magic staff, and covering their faces.

The emperor is the supreme of the human race, and in this world, except for the first seat and the head of the three mountains, the emperor can decide the life and death of almost anyone.

In the records of the ancient texts, the emperor never spoke, and the holy messenger who always accompanied him was his holy mouthpiece, and tonight, when His Majesty the Emperor awoke, it was also the first time that people heard his voice.

No words can accurately describe this sound.

After hearing Gong Yu, only two words appeared in the sea of knowledge - girl.

The most primitive girl.

The emperor who led mankind to find the sacred mountain, built the divine wall, repelled the god of the tide on the ice sea, and then slept in the holy soil temple for hundreds of years was actually a female emperor.

Under the solemn and ancient costume, what is hidden is the body of a petite girl......

The world can't imagine it.

Everyone was in shock, but this dragon didn't.

The dragon floating in the air raised its head, and the golden light on the Holy Soil Hall was reflected in the pitch-black vertical pupils, he was not angry or shocked, the dragon pupils were so calm, just like the ice and snow precipitated by the eons of cold in the extreme north.

Gong Yu sensed hatred from such eyes, it was not the hatred of killing people and killing parents, but a kind of fatalistic hatred, which was as natural as the law of the Great Dao.

This hatred can only be dissolved by absolute death.

Gong Yu didn't know what their past was, it was an ancient past, long lost to humanity, she only knew that they had to leave.

In the sky.

The yellow blood in the black dragon's abdomen has long been solidified, and the terrifying scars created by the divine spear have also miraculously healed, it hovers in the sky, steel scales open and close endlessly, like beating war drums, wind, thunder, lightning and fire courtiers are summoned, they are the elements smelted from heaven and earth as a furnace, and converge behind them, turning into illusory, swallowing the light of the sky, these dragon-shaped lights fluttering in the air, are the soul of the black dragon erected, declaring war on the whole world.

The black clouds of the sea converged again, more majestic than any before.

Only then did people realize that it turned out that this primeval dragon had never used all its strength.

The full force of the people who sacrificed their lives and forgot to die, for this primeval dragon, it was just a play of time, and now there are so many great monks alive in the wasteland, just because this dragon does not have a strong hatred for humans.

It came for the emperor.

In the vast sky of the field, the dragon and the golden pupil were far away.

Meantime.

People's feet.

Countless golden threads lit up on the earth, cutting into grotesque circles in which all the survivors were enveloped.

The golden light flashed and disappeared.

All the people on the ground vanished.

The next moment.

Outside the Divine Guard Mountain, the figures of these great monks reappeared.

It was the battlefield of the gods, and no matter how top human masters were, they couldn't stay in it, so before the god war really began, His Majesty the Emperor activated the great array and sent everyone away from the realm of life and death of the gods.

Gong Yu looked up.

All the clouds and fog converged on the battlefield, and the rain on the mountain had stopped, and the sky above was cloudless, clear as a dream.

The rest of the goddesses were not far from her.

Gong Yu looked back.

The goddesses knelt or sit, they lowered their heads, revealing a slightly painful look, and sometimes Yirao also half-knelt on the ground, pointing at their eyebrows, their red lips trembling.

"Are you alright?" Gong Yu leaned down and handed out his hand to Shi Yirao.

Shi Yirao opened her eyes and looked at Gong Yu, a dim light flashed in her always indifferent pupils, and after hesitation, she held the hand handed by Gong Yu and pulled herself up.

"Nothing."

Shi Yirao thought for a while and said, "Maybe this teleportation array is too turbulent and confuses my mind. ”

"Is the great goddess so delicate and frail?" Gong Yu sighed lightly.

Shi Yirao was dressed in a snow-white lotus robe, bowing her head and saying nothing.

The rest of the goddesses stood up one after another, and they were silent, they all looked to the south, and what the divine battle presented in their eyes was only the light of a mirage in the sky.

Without a trace of joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, the mountain is even more depressing.

The palace language didn't feel any different, but they were concerned about the emperor's safety.

……

Chang'an City.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing showed the silver Daomen disciple card, and came to the city unimpeded, and the wide and straight long street appeared in front of them.

In the past nineteen years, this is the first time that Lin Shouxi has come to this prosperous capital.

He has seen the towering and majestic buildings that are higher than the sky in the sacred mountain, and he has also seen the long streets with countless lights that are rare and illuminated, but when he came to Chang'an City, he was still shocked by the beauty and strength of this ancient city.

"The country man has finally entered the city? This Chang'an is tortuous and grand, do you know the road? Mu Shijing lifted some snow-white fences and glanced at Lin Shouxi. Her mockery of Lin Shouxi was almost instinctive.

Mu Shijing came to Chang'an when he was very young.

She is the little saint of the Daomen, attended all kinds of ceremonies, she still remembers when she walked through this long street when she was seven years old, the road was lined with people, the tall horses wrapped in red silk walked in front, the pink petals were like snow endlessly, at that time she was the proud daughter of the sky, the only one that attracted the attention of the world, the status of the Daomen Holy Land in the hearts of mortals, far more than the imperial palace in the depths of Chang'an.

"Isn't there Miss Mu leading the way?" Lin Shouxi said.

"Lead the way and collect the money." Mu Shijing spread his hands.

"Take credit first." Lin Shouxi said.

"Hmph, be careful that I take you to the Black Street and sell you." Mu Shijing crossed his arms around his chest and said leisurely: "After selling you, I can take Xiao He as my own." ”

Lin Shouxi listened and couldn't help but laugh again.

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Shijing frowned.

"I laugh at the girl who likes Xiao He so much, but I want to watch her sleep with the person you hate every day." Lin Shouxi said.

"You ......"

Mu Shijing's provocation was choked back by his words, the most annoying thing is that what Lin Shouxi said is quite reasonable, when the Demon Evil Tower first saw Xiao He, she felt that Xiao He was good everywhere, but her vision was poor and she fell in love with this bastard.

The snow in Chang'an City has not melted, and the snow and black eaves all the way are like a picture scroll of ink and white rice paper, and the snow on the tiles is white, as white as a girl's skirt.

After being silent for a while, Mu Shijing stopped, put it in Lin Shouxi's ear, and asked something.

Lin Shouxi thought for a moment and replied, "All the ways you can think of." ”

Mu Shijing's face became even more gloomy, and he didn't talk to him anymore after scolding 'bastard'.

They walked straight across the Suzaku Long Street and walked in the direction of the Suzaku Gate of the Imperial City, where Miyagi was hidden behind the Imperial City.

As we approached the Suzaku Gate, a high-pitched and bright music sounded abruptly, like a cracked silk.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing stopped at the same time.

The crowd in front of the Suzaku Gate seemed to have been dispersed in advance, and it was frighteningly cold, and in front of the gate, only a young man in bright yellow clothes sat on the ground, holding a guqin under his hands, the system of the piano was simple, and only a lifelike dragon was carved on the head.

The young man in yellow also had a pair of backward horns between his long black hair.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing glanced at each other, held hands, and walked into the endless sound of the piano, the obviously flat road suddenly became tortuous and difficult, they walked a few steps, but they fell into a fog, and retreated back to the original place.

"Prison cows?" Lin Shouxi frowned.

The dragon is in turmoil in the world, but did not see the figure of the eldest son of the scale insect prisoner cow, according to legend, the prison cow is not thirsty for killing and not fighting, specializing in music, its rhythm is its way.

But today, the music of the prison cow is not beautiful, on the contrary, it is noisy and noisy, and the murderous intent is soaring.

In front of the Suzaku Gate, the imprisoned cow Fuqin blocked the way.

Mu Shijing has a natural restraint against the dragon, but she is separated from the prison cow, and the middle is blocked by the music like the tide, if she can't fight in close quarters, she and Lin Shouxi's restraint on the dragon will be useless.

"Is there a way?" Mu Shijing looked at Lin Shouxi.

Lin Shouxi was also stumped by the misty music of the mountains and seas, he thought about it for a while, and said helplessly: "It would be nice if it was Xiao He who came with me." ”

Under Xiao He's sound spirit root, this music rhythm array is just a mirage.

Mu Shijing snorted coldly and repeated his words.

Although the two dislike each other, they always have to think of a way.

They wanted to make a detour, but as soon as they moved, the cattle followed. The prisoner cow is worthy of being the eldest son of the dragon, and his speed is not inferior to them, they can act separately, but there is a hidden danger in the palace, and the two do not want to lose their care.

"Forget it, I'll try." Mu Shijing suddenly spoke in a very masterful manner.

"What?" Lin Shouxi was stunned.

"Do you know why I'm still in the Golden Realm?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Playful, lazy and not enterprising?"

"No!" Mu Shijing said: "Because a year ago, this girl foresaw today, so she has been preparing. ”

"Are you crazy?" Lin Shouxi didn't know what she was talking about.

"You're waiting for me here." Mu Shijing said.

"Good ......"

Lin Shouxi saw her go away, and after a few steps, Mu Shijing went and returned, and the girl spread out her hand and said angrily: "Money." ”

When Mu Shijing came back, he held a guqin in his arms.

The cloth bag wrapped in the guqin is withdrawn, the silver strings are straight, and the wood grain of the piano surface is like a raccoon face, which is beautiful and beautiful.

Mu Shijing also sat on the ground, put the piano across his lap, and hooked the strings with his fingers.

The sound of the piano is far away, and it enters in an instant.

For a time, Lin Shouxi sat on the cloud cliff, listened to the ape singing Qingyuan, the waterfall flowed, looked at the majesty of the sky, sighed the many folds of the earth, and seemed to sit alone between the secluded fences, listening to the breeze wandering low, seeing the bright moon shining, infatuation like drunkenness, and the heart was far away.

The girl no longer has the arrogant appearance when she quarreled with Lin Shouxi, at this moment, her white dress is like snow, and she is a real fairy.

In front of the Suzaku Gate, the sound of the two rounds of piano confronted each other, and they were equal.

In the fierce sound of the piano, Lin Shouxi untied the flute on Mu Shijing's waist, put it to his lips, and began to play.

The sound of the cave flute is like an ice spring pouring out from under the cliff and stone wall, desolate and quiet, filling the last blank for Mu Shijing's piano sound.

Piano flute and chime.

Zheng –

The sound of broken strings rang out.

The prisoner cow lowered his head, picked up the broken silver wire, raised his head, looked at the young man and girl in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a good match between Qin and Jin, a match made in heaven." ”

"A match made in heaven?" Mu Shijing pressed the strings and sneered: "It turned out to be a blind pianist." ”

The prisoner cow sighed and said: "I heard the music of Miss Mu, there is a long mourning meaning, presumably it is to look forward to her return after separating from people, the feelings are sincere, the slightest is in the button, it is regrettable, when the soul spring listens to my music, saying that my fingering is exquisite, but it is a commanding height, not true feelings, today finally realized." ”

Lin Shouxi glanced at Mu Shijing with a complicated expression.

Mu Shijing stared coldly at the prison cow and said, "Are you also blind in your ears?" This is clearly the song of mountains and rivers, the joy of heaven and earth! ”

"The girl wrote this song, there are a lot of images, there are famous mountains and rivers, there are snow sea and stars, there is a sunset in the north of the desert, there is a bright moon at the end of the world, but I can hear it below, this magnificent wave is just a cover-up, covering up the feelings of the veins in the heart, parting feelings, mountains and rivers, longing, longing for each other, nothing more than this." The prisoner cow was intoxicated and bowed to the wind.

"Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense!"

Mu Shijing was furious, she put the qin aside, pulled out the death certificate, and said coldly: "It seems that you are looking for death?" ”

The prisoner Niu held the remnant qin and let open the Suzaku door, and said: "My duty has been fulfilled, although the two of you go forward, the national teacher is waiting for you." ”

"National teacher?" Lin Shouxi was stunned.

On the night of the rainstorm in the ruined temple, he heard the Taoist couple mention the national teacher, and after that, he heard the name of the national teacher in many places, and it can be seen that people have great respect for the new national teacher.

Lin Shouxi was sure that the one who could invite the eldest son of the scaly dragon as the gatekeeper was not only a national teacher, but he must have other identities.

Mu Shijing ignored this sentence, she was still immersed in the shame and anger when she was demolished by the prison cow, and pulled out her sword to teach it a lesson.

Lin Shouxi wanted to persuade him, but was pushed away by Mu Shijing.

"What are you doing so angry?" Lin Shouxi was puzzled.

"This dragon is full of absurd words, and he is angry with me, and I am not a living bodhisattva, why can't I be angry?" Mu Shijing gritted his teeth.

Lin Shouxi persuaded a few words, but he couldn't persuade him, Mu Shijing did not relent, and he was in a posture of fighting to the death with the prisoner cow.

In the end, Lin Shouxi said softly: "I don't think there's anything wrong with this sad parting song. ”

"What do you mean?" Mu Shijing was alert.

"Doesn't Miss Mu miss Xiao He?" Lin Shouxi asked.

Mu Shijing was stunned for a moment, and then became even more annoyed: "What do you mean?" Of course, I wrote this song because I miss Xiao He, otherwise what else can I do it for? ”

"Then why are you so angry?" Lin Shouxi asked again.

Mu Shijing was speechless for a while, and finally put the sword back into the sheath and walked straight into the city gate.

"I'm too lazy to meet you." Before Mu Shijing entered the door, he didn't forget to say a word to Lin Shouxi.

The palace was silent.

As if knowing that they were coming, the palace maids and guards were nowhere to be seen, and the huge palace seemed to be only the two of them.

Not only that, but the doors leading to the depths of the palace were not locked, and they opened one after the other, as if to welcome them.

All the way to the deepest part.

It was not an imperial palace, but a deep courtyard.

The courtyard is symmetrical and solemn, with long corridors separating it from the dwellings at the rear.

There was no one in the corridor, only an old chessboard, with intricate black and white on the chessboard, filling almost the entire chessboard. Lin Shouxi looked down at the chessboard and fell into doubt, he found that although the shape of this chess was like Go, the chess pieces that had been besieged and killed had not been removed, and they were still firmly rooted on the chessboard, full of vitality.

Lin Shouxi was thinking about this chess game, but Mu Shijing looked to the other side and said, "What is that?" ”

Lin Shouxi followed the prestige.

Mu Shijing walked to the end of the corridor and picked up the jade seal pressed on the wooden ancient platform.

The jade seal is pointed at the top and below, and the tip is carved with countless rocks and towers with a wonderful technique, and there are clouds and mist outside, as if it is a jade carving of a mountain. Mu Shijing looked at the jade seal, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that this mountain was familiar, and when she turned out the bottom and saw the words "god" and "guard" engraved at the bottom, her mouth was half open, and she was speechless in astonishment.

"This, this is ......"

Mu Shijing immediately remembered what Huang Su had told her.

The reason why the head of the god guarding the mountain is called the substitute palm is because the real jade seal of the head of the mountain was lost three hundred years ago when the mountain lord died, and it was impossible to find it when the world was searched.

Could it be that this jade seal is the divine seal that has been lost in Shenshou Mountain for more than 300 years?

Why is it here? Who is this national teacher?

Countless thoughts poured into Mu Shijing's mind together.

Just when she was puzzled, Lin Shouxi suddenly grabbed her wrist and said quickly: "Look outside!" ”

Mu Shijing looked at the courtyard.

In the courtyard, I don't know when the fog started.

Dense fog.

The pavilions, flowers and trees were all submerged in the mist, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The fog was blowing through.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing were afraid that the fog would be different, so they immediately held their breath and set off to evacuate, but as soon as their feet stepped out of the corridor, the next moment, the scene in front of them changed dramatically.

Everything in the palace vanished, and the boy and girl found themselves on the top of a mountain peak, a dark curtain covering the sky, and an endless long wind blowing from the south, turning into a dark bird, chirping around the peak.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, there is a vast sea of clouds below, and nothing can be seen.

"W-where is this?" Mu Shijing asked.

Mu Shijing did not receive an answer.

She frowned and looked at Lin Shouxi, but saw Lin Shouxi looking straight up, and anger and fear spread wildly on his delicate cheeks.

Mu Shijing also looked up.

Pupils constricted.

——On the top of the mountain, under the dark moon, Shizun stood with a sword, her long hair was flying, she was still the proud white robe, but, at this moment, the white robe was bright red, and there was no snow color, Shizun raised his head slightly, and his long eyes in the autumn water were cold and cold, and he was already looking at death as home.

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