The more the news spread, the more outrageous it became, and the wind and snow became heavier and heavier.

The more I drank the cicada's wine, the more stuffy it became.

However, in the midst of those discussions, there was a sudden sneer of disdain.

"Former and descendant?"

The man sneered and said, "I'm afraid you're all dreaming and crazy." ”

Although the cicada also thought they were crazy, when she heard this, she couldn't help frowning, put down the wine glass in her hand and looked over there.

is a middle-aged man who is not good-looking, and judging by his appearance, he should be an ordinary fake capitalist, not a cultivator, or a person of witches and ghosts.

Although there was a pot of wine on the table, it didn't seem to have drunk too much.

"If you release a little news from the Hanging Courtyard, you will believe it?"

The man poured himself wine, ignoring the many displeased stares in the liquor store, and picked up the glass and talked to himself.

"Then I can still say that I am a descendant of the King of Chu tomorrow, do you also have to believe it?"

Someone stood up, looked at him and said, "What do you mean?" ”

The man drank wine, looked at them fearlessly, and said with a rather imposing attitude: "It's just that you are delusional, the goddess came into the world, which was originally a blessing in the world, and one by one I don't know how to be grateful, but here I criticize things." Have you forgotten who once blessed this land to come out of the ancient story of savagery? ”

"The blessing of the goddess? It seems that you must have been blessed a lot, but not long ago, weren't you still drinking here and laughing at the goddess? Why did you become the person you laughed at today, Li San? ”

The people returned with a sneer.

I thought that Li San would be divided and didn't know what to do.

As a result, he was more reasonable.

"I was naturally blessed, that day I said I wanted to get rich, on the way home I picked up a large amount of silver tickets, so far no one reported the loss, that is the goddess of my blessing, and my mother-in-law, originally wanted to be separated from me, but now it is An'an, every day good wine and good food serve me......"

"There is no basis for words."

"Hmph, there is no basis for what I say, I only know that sincerity is spirit, and those who are not sincere like you will have to be sent to the River Styx by the goddess sooner or later."

As Li San spoke, he saw that the people in the wine shop stood up and raised their fists as if they were going to beat him.

So he hurriedly took a sip of wine, threw away his glass and ran out of the store.

When I left the store, I looked back and saw that everyone didn't chase after me, but stood there laughing.

Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a person in the well?

Li San felt that a room full of people sitting in the well and watching the sky was simply unreasonable.

Just turned his head and bumped into a man with a sword.

"What do you do?"

Since Li San made some wishes, and they all came true bizarrely, he is now proud of the spring breeze everywhere he goes.

What's more, this is the vicinity of the Hanging Temple.

Nowadays, where would serious people hang out here?

It's not polite at this time.

The cicada didn't speak, but raised his hand and stretched out his hand towards the man, and then reached into his bosom and pulled out the huge amount of silver ticket.

"What are you doing! Give it back to me! ”

Li San stretched out his hand and was about to grab it.

Chill just calmly pressed the sword in his hand with the scabbard against his throat.

"You're going to give it back to me, it's what I dropped."

Li San was held to his throat by the sword, although he was very afraid, but when he saw that the man was about to stuff the silver ticket into his arms, he also had red eyes and pounced.

"You give it back to me."

Then he was kicked away cleanly by the cicada.

Li San rolled in the wind and snow in embarrassment, but in his heart he also knew that he couldn't snatch the person who used the sword like this, so he rolled there.

"Grab money, grab money, there is no heavenly reason, is there no royal law!"

The people in the liquor store all ran out and stood there giggling and watching.

Han Cicada originally wanted to leave directly, but when he heard this, he also raised his eyebrows, walked to Li San's side and squatted down, took out the silver ticket, shook it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Now I think of the Heavenly Principle King Law?" Shouldn't you beg, oh no, begging, begging your goddess, to help you get this silver ticket back? ”

Li San stretched out his hand to grab it, but it was a pity that Han Cicada, a sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect, if he was really taken away by the world in his hands, it would be a very ugly thing, and Li San would naturally take it away.

Chill put the money away again and stood up.

Seeing this, Li San got up and ran towards the end of the long street outside the Hanging Courtyard.

Han Cicada looked deeply at Li San's embarrassed back, didn't say anything, and walked towards the gate of the Hanging Courtyard.

Behind him, someone stopped him.

"This... The.... Childe is what the Hanging Yuan said......"

The man was not finished.

The cicadas didn't look back, holding their swords in the hanging courtyard, tilting their heads and squinting at the wind and snow above the sky.

After a long time, he calmly said, "Yes." ”

In the long street behind him, a large area fell to his knees.

Hearing the voice, the cicada looked back at the people who knelt reverently in the wind and snow on the long street.

It took him a long time before he realized that they were not kneeling with the identity of some former and descendant.

But under the haze of the goddess, it has been suppressed for a long time, and finally begins to have the prospect and hope of firelight.

I've been standing there for a long time.

The cicada said softly: "Then this torch, I will do it." ”

The Hanging Temples are the ones who hold the fire.

The chilling cicada is the fire that is raised.

These are things that can be easily extinguished in a snowstorm.

But the chill still accepted the identity sincerely.

......

"Arrogant thing, if you have the ability to beg the goddess yourself, what kind of thing is it to rob me of my money."

Li San walked aggrievedly on the street, scolding as he went.

As soon as he thought that the money he had worked so hard to pick up was easily snatched away, Li San was angry and ran all the way to the palace.

Lao Tzu must go to the goddess to sue you today!

Li San scolded and ran over.

It's just that when he saw the guards standing in the snow at the gate of the palace, the man stopped again, hid under a willow tree, and timidly looked at the ancient and quiet palace castle in the wind and snow.

After watching it for a long time, Li San probably didn't have the courage to really run over, so he turned back and wiped his tears along the Liu River.

Goddess, do you see that?

Someone is bullying your people!

Li San thought about it, and knelt down by the river.

"Goddess bless, bless me to make a fortune, and all those who oppose me fall into the river and drown......"

Li San fell down one by one, smashing a big hole in the snow on the ground.

The people on the road looked at the man strangely.

Probably really sincere.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then reached out in the snow and pulled out a wet silver ticket.

Again, the amount is huge.

Li San cried and laughed, but quickly reacted, took the silver ticket into his arms, and kowtowed two more heads.

Smashed into snowflakes.

Ah, Supreme Goddess!

.......

Yao Ji was on the Liuhe Bridge, quietly looking at the man kowtowing on the riverbank somewhere in the distance of the Liuhe.

It was a picture beyond the eaves of the snowy wall.

It's just that Yao Ji can naturally see everything.

Liu March can probably be seen as well.

So he sat under the tree and looked there with the same silence.

"Is that really what you gave it?"

Liu March retracted her gaze and looked at the woman on the bridge who was wearing a black dress and was cold in the wind and snow.

Yao Ji said calmly: "That's the money dropped by a certain sword cultivator in Huai'an. ”

Probably the ones that Ye Hanzhong lost at the beginning.

He took 10,000 yuan from the cold cicada, and when he gave Zhang Xiaoyu money, he was blown away by the wind.

"But the so-called miracles are like this, the heart is the spirit, and the spirit is the heart." Yao Ji was extremely indifferent.

"When he gets a benefit, he feels more religious than anyone else."

Maybe God really loves the world.

But the world does not love God.

Just love their authority.

From life and death, to wealth.

From desire to desire.

When he was robbed of everything and had nothing, he subconsciously preferred to believe in justice and heavenly justice.

"But it's because we've been away for too long, Yoo March." Yao Ji turned her head and looked at the Huai'an Daoist in front of her, who had been awake for longer and longer.

"The era of separation between man and God has been going on for too long, and the world has forgotten what it is like to be close to God and man."

Liu March said softly: "What is that? ”

Yao Ji said calmly, "Qin Se and Ming. ”

"Demons and spirits are called, not to pity the world."

"If you are lucky enough to be born in that era, you may be able to see Mrs. Xiang playing a flute on the riverside, and everyone is overwhelmed, such an amazing picture of the world."

Liu March smiled slightly: "It's just drunk on gentleness." ”

Yao Ji said calmly: "I thought that if you get rid of the sweet dream and stay away from the smooth, you will be able to be more tolerant of the world. ”

"Whether it is soft willows like silk or spring breeze in March, these are beautiful things, not only exists on the surface." Liu March raised her head slightly, looking at the wind and snow in the world. "The fact that I was able to break free little by little from those sins means that beauty itself is not transferable. In the same way, beauty is the true color of the world, and the viewer is different. I know what the goddess has always wanted to say, the world has its own ugliness, its own evil, and its own turbidity. But ugliness cannot be made beautiful because it is blessed, and even if the turbid current is mixed with the clear stream, it cannot change the appearance of the source. ”

"The turbid current can only become a clear stream if it is self-generated and quiet, and the same is true for the world, who must be self-conscious, self-liberated, and self-reborn. The avenue is also, the dust is also, and the light foam is also. Repeatedly, static and dynamic are appropriate. The use of the weak way, the movement of the opposite way, and the nature of all things. ”

Yao Ji stood there quietly.

She could clearly feel the recovering Shenhai in front of her, a Taoist sitting in the wind and snow.

The power of the Styx that remained in his body was slowly dissipating.

But Yao Ji wasn't surprised.

Those powers of the Styx, or divine powers, are not imprisoned in the first place.

It's something that keeps him alive.

"Have you thought about it?"

Yao Ji looked at the Taoist in front of her with a calm expression.

Liu Yue laughed softly and unshackled them.

"After staying in Huangliang for so long, I probably want to see what the Taiyi Spring Festival looks like."

So it means it's not ready.

Yao Ji didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards the other end of the Wind and Snow Stone Bridge.

Liu March stood there quietly.

Look up at the world.

He felt that something was looking at him.

But that's not the Great Priest's Order, nor is it the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

It's the River Styx.

The River Styx that hangs high above the earth.

Liu March lowered her head and restrained those breaths, so that peeping gaze disappeared.

......

"How many years has it been in the human world? A hundred years! These bastards, a thousand years ago, Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds should also be taken out and said! It's just a mess! What a fool! It's all fucking thieves! ”

"Foolish!"

"A bunch of idiots!"

In the Wind and Snow Palace, His Majesty the Emperor was constantly scolding angrily in the council hall.

The attendants outside the hall watched their noses and noses, and under the wind and snow, they pretended to be drooping and old, and they were deaf and couldn't hear anything clearly.

The anger of the world is sometimes because it has been poked in some sore spot.

So this kind of anger, probably that sore foot, really hurts.

Today's line of accompanying the emperor is indeed not right, but it is a pity that the truth was brought to the Styx by Zuo Cheng, and no one knows whether it is or not.

It's just that the world has rarely talked about these things with much fanfare.

After all, after all, he has to save some face for the emperor's family, not to mention, this person named Yan Li is just a gale to accompany the emperor.

The real majesty is the demon emperor Shenhe in the north.

In the past, people naturally didn't talk about these meaningless things.

But it is clear that the meaning is coming now.

After the arrival of the goddess, Huang Liang stood on his own and accompanied His Majesty the Emperor to taste the throne for the first time.

He gave up the good words that his ancestors had spoken for countless years, and couldn't wait to climb up, but someone stood behind him, picked up a stick, and hit him in the leg.

In an instant, the truth that His Majesty the Emperor was a cripple was revealed.

The person holding the stick was a scholar named Fang Zhiqiu.

Scholars scold people the hardest, and beating people is also extremely painful.

The wind and snow blew through the slightly hidden temple door, and this time a snowflake brought by the goddess fell on an old man standing with his back to the door.

It used to be Fengchang, but now it is Ling Yin's old man frowned slightly, looking at the emperor who was dancing and scolding people on the stage.

It did look like someone had been beaten in the leg.

The foul language continued in the temple.

This old man, who has been in charge of Ling Yin's position again after more than 2,000 years, can't help but be a little curious.

Your Majesty, how many years have you been holding back your swear words?

Probably from the beginning of the enthronement.

People who always want to say good things are naturally sad in their hearts.

Maybe on some nights, His Majesty the Emperor will toss and turn alone in the deep palace night, scolding the world's bastards and scolding the world's fools.

But Lord Ling Yin didn't say anything, just saluted respectfully and hid his frowning brows.

"The king is angry, and the world is stupid, but after many years of education in the Hanging Academy, they know the reason for replacement. You must not anger the people of the world, lose the hearts of the people, even if the goddess is blessed, it is rare in the world. ”

Yan Li, who was dressed in a black and red imperial robe, stood there angrily, looked at Ling Yin in the hall, and said coldly: "How to change the reason? ”

Ling Yin was naturally not stupid enough to answer such a question, he just bent over and stood there quietly.

There are many things that everyone knows by heart.

Maybe it's what Beitai said - where there is oppression, there is resistance.

After gasping for breath for a long time, he finally calmed down a little and returned to sit down on the emperor's chair.

His eyes looked coldly at the wind and snow outside the hall.

It took a long time before he looked at His Highness's Ling Yin again.

"What should I do with Lonely?"

Ling Yin groaned for a while, and said slowly: "The world is just a huge rumor, Your Majesty can summon Han Cicada in the name of the same clan, give the surname as Lang, write another family tree, and enshrine him as the emperor's uncle." In this way, if the world does not recognize His Majesty, it is also vetoing the origin of the chilling cicada, and serving him as the emperor's uncle, which can also put an end to future troubles. ”

Yan Li looked at the old man in the hall in a daze, probably also figured out the reason, and after a long time, he stretched his brows, and said in great amazement: "Okay! ”

Yan Li stood up from the emperor's chair and walked quickly in front of Ling Yin, without any anger, patting the old man's shoulder with great relief.

"Aiqing should be the pillar of Great Chu!"

Lord Ling Yin bent down slightly and said respectfully: "For the king's ministers, the matter of loyalty to the king, the king praises it, and the ministers dare not be ashamed." ”

"Hahaha, deserve it."

Yan Li let out a long sigh of relief, paced towards the outside of the hall, looked at the white-headed servants outside the hall, and patted them on the shoulders to show encouragement.

"You should look at the world with Lonely."

The attendants complied with their promises.

Yan Li stood in the wind and snow for a long time, probably some of the emperor's intention to look down on the world, and then looked back at Ling Yin, who was still in the palace.

"Proposed recruitment, Lone wants to summon Lone's uncle."

There was a chill in his voice.

Just because anger is covered up doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

......

Yao Ji stood quietly in front of the palace of the King of Chu.

The sword was still stuck in the door.

Lingtai.

Sharpen the sword of the cliff.

Yao Ji looked at the sword in silence, saying nothing and doing nothing.

Naturally, she could have drawn the sword.

It's just that she won't.

Maybe not.

Although the Lingtai is now the sword of Kamigawa, after all, it is a sword that someone once used.

So she just stood quietly.

She naturally heard the voice in the Huangliang Council Hall behind the King of Chu's palace.

It's just that those who are in a bad mood today are not only departed.

And so she is.

Yaoji stood there pondering.

Maybe I chose the wrong person from the beginning.

Yes, it was Liu March, Liu March who had a smooth journey, and Liu March, who was proud of Daomen.

What's more, this is a young man who is no more than twenty-six years old.

It's still the age of light under the eyes.

People who have light in their eyes, whether they are right or wrong, are very difficult to be convinced.

They believe in everything they think is sincere and sincere.

Liu March has walked on the streets of the world again.

This is an ordinary story in the night that few people know.

It's like once slept by chance, and when I woke up, I was still me.

But who isn't?

Yao Ji thought calmly.

She also slept a little.

Wake up the same I am.

Peering is not a luxury.

So he insisted on going his own way, so he made a desperate bet.

The solitary stream has its own meaning of the solitary stream.