The sea rolls up in a frenzy, and the mulberry fields gather fine sand. In troubled times, children's love is always luxurious. Decades is too short for an empire. But I spent my whole life and couldn't find it again, the same time.

It was still 12 years ago, in the winter of the 84th year of Lincang, on the seventh day of the twelfth month, it was recorded in the astrological calendar, "The imperial astrological envoy watched the stars with a compass, and after a long pause, his expression suddenly changed, and he trembled and said: 'The ghost has changed, and the tomb of the Qiye Emperor in the previous dynasty ......'

In vain, he peeked into the heavens again, but he couldn't reach it, and his seven orifices bled and he fell to the ground unconscious. ”

The next day, the Qiye Emperor's Mausoleum in the former Zhenyi Empire welcomed a low-key and eccentric uninvited guest.

Alone, in a black robe, the whole person was tightly covered, and his face was not clear. He shuttled through the dense forest, almost like a black shadow floating past, silently, only stirring up a gust of leaf wind. The only thing that had a sense of presence in his body was the silver sword in his hand.

If you have good eyesight and a wide range of knowledge, you will recognize that this is the Longyuan White Sword - the sword of the Sword Saint Baili Wind!

"This is it." At the foot of a mountain, he stopped in the wind for a hundred miles, took out the wine gourd on his waist, and poured a long sip with his head up.

But where he stopped, there were cliffs all around, and the boulders were bare, and because they were in the shade of the mountain, even the sun could not shine. Only the sound of the mountain wind beating the air unscrupulously, eerie and frivolous. People who know a little about feng shui know at a glance that this is a very fierce place, and it is too far away from the treasure land of the dragon's lair, no matter what, it doesn't look like a place to bury the royal family, and they don't know what they are looking for in the hundred miles of wind.

Placing his palm on the rugged rocks, he seemed to listen to the pulsations of the rocks. After a while, large gaps gradually appeared on the rocks, showing a tendency to fall apart. Soon, the hard and impermeable mountain rocks peeled off layer by layer, revealing a large black hole, like the entrance to a tomb.

It is clearly the cave of the great murderer, the wind is chaotic and the water dies, and all that must be gathered is evil energy, and there is a mausoleum placed here, which is really a bit unbelievable.

"Sure enough, it's a fierce prison soul." I heard the whispers of Baili Fengjian, but he took a long step with his legs and stepped into the tomb in the yin wind.

After entering the tomb, the footsteps paused slightly, and the slender hand under the black robe was stretched out between the hundred miles of wind, the palm was flipped, and a gust of wind swept by, and in the hands of the bronze people who held the lamps in the two rows next to the tomb, the long-dried ever-bright lamp instantly ignited a faint purple light.

No longer moving forward, Baili Fengjian just Shi Shiran straightened his robe, lifted the huge black hat, and finally revealed his face.

It was a precipitated but unruly appearance with vicissitudes, the blue stubble on the chin was unkempt, and a pair of eyes were dark and deep, like an abrupt splash of ink on a light landscape painting, dissolving the vicissitudes of time, covering up countless details, only thrilling. There was an indescribable calmness on his face - it was his usual conceit, no need to show off, but there was a pride that people had to surrender to.

This is a shocking face, there are many kinds of good-looking, some men are as warm as a piece of jade, and he is handsome like an ancient sword.

"Senior sister." It's not a call to find someone, it's just a lazy, conversational call, and there will be a tone of response, even if it's empty.

And the tomb is still cold and silent. The glow of the lantern flickered, and the slanted shadow hit the colorful mural.

Baili Kazama looked sideways at the wall while waiting. The young woman of the royal family on the mural is dressed in military uniforms and carries a long sword to throw herself into the smoke of the troubled times without hesitation. Extending his gaze further, he saw that the wicked people in the palace hall of the imperial capital sued first, the emperor was angry, and the young woman of the royal family who was still fighting bloodily on the battlefield was recalled by the eight emergency orders, and was unjustly imprisoned, and the whole family was given death.

"Senior Sister Suisheng." He called again, put up an unruly smile floating on his face, and touched the wine gourd on his side. Even though he was conceited all his life, he couldn't fight against the time that had passed. Baili Feng stared at the heroine on the mural and sighed.

Suddenly, the wind went out and the lights went out. A white shadow slowly showed its outline, and a quiet female voice came, undulating with surprise: "Hundred miles of wind? ”

"It's me, senior sister." Returning to the usual unserious smile, Baili Kazama replied loudly. But no matter how many joys and sorrows you have seen, you can freely hide your heavy feelings at this moment, and it is inevitable that you will have a lot of thoughts in your heart. When his senior sister was given death, he didn't have time to see each other, and the deceased had become a dead soul, even though they were close to each other, but they were separated by yin and yang.

The white shadow gathered into the figure of a woman, with long hair reaching to the ground, her face was pale and transparent, her appearance was not amazing, but there was an atmosphere that ordinary people did not have, it was the royal woman on the mural.

Her tone was vicissitudes and indifferent: "After waiting for a hundred years, you are finally here." ”

"Let the senior sister wait for a long time, and Baili will make amends to the senior sister." If you give in a false salute improperly, you will bow down.

Sui Sheng hurriedly stopped him and smiled, this junior brother is still the same temperament as he was back then, he doesn't care about anything, and he looks unruly, but in fact, the things he has in his heart are too big, and there are very few things that can be looked at by him. Fortunately, he is a naturally strong person who can support his conceit.

"Why did you search for so long?"

"The map of the imperial tomb has always been in the hands of Fu Ji, but Fu Ji has fallen into the hands of the Lincang Empire," said this, but he couldn't laugh anyway, "He escaped from the prison of the Lincang Empire not long ago, and I just got the map of the imperial tomb." ”

And Sui Sheng didn't answer immediately, as if he had returned to a distant memory, on the battlefield where the blades of Jin Ge's iron horse were handed over, Fu Ji was surrounded by many enemy troops, and shouted proudly without changing his face: "The person who came will report his name, and he will not kill the nameless!" ”

As a deputy general, she was recalled to the imperial capital by eight urgent secret orders in the battle of "breaking the pass", and she has never seen Fuji since.

"Is he okay?"

After asking, Sui Sheng saw Baili Fengma's pretending to be relaxed, and he also knew most of it. How can a person who escaped from the prison of the Empire be good.

"I'm afraid time is running out." Baili Kazuma couldn't bear to tell her that after Fu Ji handed over the map of the imperial tomb to him a few days ago, he couldn't hold it anymore. The dignified imperial generals of the year responded to all the calls on the battlefield, but in the end they ended up in such a bleak end.

The troubled times make people, and I can't count how many bloody pasts have been buried under the river of the dead souls.

Sui Sheng lowered his eyes for a while, hid his grief, turned around and walked forward, and said, "Kazama, you come with me." ”

Passing through the burial chamber piled high with gold, silver and jewels, there is a long burial hallway, and some words are rudimentarily carved on the rough stone bricks. Looking at the past, most of the engraved are daily trivialities, such as the red porcelain that was broken today, and the gold paint in the left room was peeled off. and so on.

Seeing the end, it was a crooked line of words written in blood, and the hundred miles of wind suddenly stopped, and it was difficult to hide the surprise in the pupils.

--"I will protect your blood, but you will destroy my whole people." ”

Sui Sheng glanced at him lightly, understanding why he was surprised, but he pushed open the red lacquered door at the end of the tomb: "I have waited here for a hundred years and refused to be scattered, just to wait for you to come and tell you the truth." Go inside, and you'll know. ”

Inside is a huge coffin, which should be used for joint burial.

There are two coffins in the coffin, one is the flesh of Sui Sheng, which has not rotted for a hundred years, and the other coffin is a transparent Xuanbing coffin, bubbling with wisps of cold.

Lying inside was a girl with a quiet and beautiful face, like an uncarved piece of natural jade. Her hands folded on her abdomen, her chest rising and falling calmly, and she slept peacefully.

"This is the last bloodline of our Imperial Family."

Baili Kazama heard his voice a little bitter: "She's ......"

"It's Su Che, you met her on her fifth birthday, and you gave her a photo glass. It's just that when she grows up, you never see her again. ”

Even though the answer was about to come out, Baili Kazuma was still incredulous, trying to get another answer: "Isn't Su Che the child of Senior Sister?" ”

"She's not my child with Su Juma," she raised her eyebrows, and said extremely plainly, but that sadness came out of her bones, and it had been ingrained for a hundred years, "It's me and Emperor Zijin." ”

The land of imprisoned souls is actually a place of love and hatred.

The yin wind is wrapped in evil air, and the clothes are blown to hunt. And the white shadow just stood indifferently, precipitating a hundred years of love-hate entanglement, and finally it could be treated indifferently.

Eighty-one night pearls are set in the dome to illuminate the entire main burial chamber, which is exactly the erosive and luxurious style of the former dynasty.

I just feel that the stone is shattering. Those two words choked in his throat with difficulty, grinding against the heart of Baili Fengjian, but he never asked. Sui Sheng laughed self-deprecatingly and spoke up for him: "That's right, it's incest." Zijin was my own uncle, but I had an affair with him when I was fifteen years old. ”

"But my uncle killed me...... What happened back then...... Oh, don't say it," shook his head, Sui Sheng's eyebrows were gloomy, and his tone was calm and full of resentment, "He knew that I was obsessed, and he was afraid that I would haunt him if I was a ghost, so he buried me in the prison soul." As for me, I have been stupid for a hundred years, and now I have to guard his bloodline for him. ”

"Senior sister is a person with deep affection." The tone is incomprehensible, unbelieving, and confident that it will no longer fall into love.

Sui Sheng glanced at him meaningfully: "As long as you encounter it, even if it is incestuous or ridiculous, it doesn't matter." ”

Baili Fengjian only felt that this chaos Su Chelun was extremely harsh in his ears. Even though he is romantic, he is rebellious, and he does whatever he wants, but the more this is the case, the more he cares about forbidden things, and he will never take half a step beyond the thunder pool. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the girl in the coffin.

The encounter in this world has never fallen a second.