"Many years ago, I rarely walked in the world, and at that time, I was no longer the goddess of Wushan, and I was a mountain ghost when my divine power declined."

Yaoji stood in the high mountain wind and snow, looking at the silent Hanging Courtyard Liu Chunfeng in front of her.

"And that's when the story began."

Yao Ji turned her head to look at the north of the wind and snow.

"At that time, Wushan was still in Daze, but there was a new goddess in the world, called Yunmeng Goddess. She is the new upper inheritance Taiyi, and the lower part of the human being. ”

"The world may also think that the story of the new generation of goddesses will be like mine, in the era of human and divine affinity, and go together peacefully."

Yao Ji stood quietly in the wind and snow, and did not speak for a long time.

Liu Chunfeng looked up at Yao Ji, who was slightly stunned, and said softly: "What happened later? ”

Yao Ji retracted her gaze, looked at the Taoist in front of her, and said calmly: "That was the most glorious moment of the Witch Ghost God Sect, the gods were on the side, and the Witch Dao was prosperous. But many things, like the doctrine of your world, overflow and pour out, and are full of bows and destruction. The Witch Cult is like a bow that has been drawn with a full moon in the years, and if it does not shoot into the world, it will destroy itself. ”

"The king of Chu conquered the north several times, but the north at that time was no longer a weak world, they abandoned the arms of gods and ghosts many years ago, and something called the Great Dao appeared. Although the Witch Ghost Divine Cult was very prosperous at that time, it was separated from Daze after all, and it was more to the north, and the existence called Hanguguan in the north, so although the ancient Chu army once crossed the Shang Yu and left, but because of the cross-flow of Daze, the battle line was repeatedly broken, resulting in having to retreat into Daze. ”

Liu Chunfeng frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Where is Shangyu?" ”

"Lingnan, Nanyi City."

Liu Chunfeng fell silent.

The goddess continued calmly: "In the midst of such repeated wars, the King of Chu began to have a new idea. He wants to climb to the top of Wushan, and he wants to see what cannot be seen in the world but can be seen by gods and ghosts. ”

"The collapse of the era of witches, ghosts and gods began here. The bow was full, but it didn't shoot into the world, so it shot inside Gu Chu. ”

"The world has experienced three wars, and the king of Chu has also died three times. It was Lingjun, his left disciple, and to this day, there is still no one who can stand side by side with the cultivation of witches and ghosts, who brought him back from the River Styx three times, even if it is we have to admit that such a person in the world is powerful enough to act on behalf of the authority of ghosts and gods, and the words of Lingwu are also because of him. ”

Liu Chunfeng naturally knew such a name as Ling Jun.

That is Gu Chu Zuo, the minister of the king.

"But I heard that Lord Lingjun eventually threw himself into exile and died."

"Yes, on the eve of the collapse of the Cult of Witches and Spirits. When the goddess of Yunmeng died in Daze, when the gods and ghosts were far away from the world, and the king of Chu died in the armor that came from the north. Your Lingjun threw himself into the river and died, he is not a real god and ghost after all, and forcibly interfering with the authority of the Great Priest three times is already his limit. ”

Can a human river drown such an existence?

Nature can.

It's like the people of the ancient road gate who drowned themselves in the washbasin.

If you have the will to die, you can't stay.

The snowstorm fell into a long silence on the mountain.

Yao Ji looked at the world and said softly, "Ziyuan." ”

On the high mountain, the figure of a scholar in white appeared.

Liu Chunfeng is already a fake capital Yushan.

However, the person in front of him is even more than such a spring breeze boy.

He is Ziyuan and Song Yu.

During the ancient Chu period, he was a well-known beautiful man in the world.

Liu Chunfeng looked at such a person in a daze.

The scholar held a scroll in his hand, and a pen with the power of the Styx in his hand, and some handwriting on the pages was still very wet.

Zi Yuan glanced down at the scroll in his hand, and then turned his head to look at Yao Ji, as if there was always a lot of sadness in his eyes.

Just didn't say anything.

Yao Ji looked at the scholar in front of her, and in such a narration of an ancient story, her eyes were no longer gentle and calm.

It's like hatred, it's like pity.

"When I came back to the human world, I often thought about it." Yao Ji looked away, looking at the wind and snow brought by the power of the mighty Styx. "If I were still a goddess in the world back then, whether it was that kind of story would have been different."

Ziyuan lowered his head, looked at the scroll in his hand silently, and said softly: "The past is not easy, there is no way to speculate. ”

Yao Ji sighed softly and said, "Yes, it can't be easier, there is no way to speculate, just like the fate that people in the north often say. I am a person who is beyond their fate, but I am also a man who is bound by my own fate. Even if it were the One, what could He do? ”

Liu Chunfeng looked at Yao Ji silently.

I don't know what it is, so that such a goddess who can even say the name of Taiyi uses that one to refer to.

"It's just that there are some things that can't be speculated on." Yao Ji's gaze fell to the Shili Pingchuan below, stretched out a hand, and said indifferently, "Then let's do it again." ”

As Yaoji's words fell in the night of the world.

Liu Chunfeng suddenly turned his head back.

The River Styx, which hangs high above the world, is like echoing each other from afar in Yao Ji's words, and thousands of rivers of Styx are coming towards the world, and thousands of streams are falling majestically, like the Milky Way at night.

The wind and snow in the sky changed suddenly.

When the river Styx fell to the earth, countless pillars of divine light burst out of the snow from the river of wind and snow—like bamboo shoots that broke through the earth in the silence of spring day.

This black-dressed goddess, who has always been peaceful and gentle, at this moment, is bringing the clear light of the gods that cannot be looked at directly, rising to the sky in the high mountains, standing in the river of all kinds of gods, and seeing the world with cold eyes.

In the plain white hand that stretched out towards the world, there were countless black divine souls under the urging of the power of the mighty Styx, walking towards the world and standing in those pillars of divine light.

The first one, the Divine Soul was especially huge, almost occupying the vast majority of those Divine Light Domains.

That is, Donghuang Taiyi.

The supreme god of ancient Chu.

The gods and ghosts represented by the four extreme nouns of 'East', 'Emperor', 'Tai' and 'One' are naturally the top of all things.

However, it is such an existence, and there is only a trace of divine soul left, which was brought out of the Styx by Yao Ji.

No one knows what happened.

Then there are many gods and ghosts such as the Sun Emperor, the Moon Emperor, the Shao Si Ming, the East Monarch, the Cloud Monarch, the Xiang Monarch, and the Xiang Lady.

One after another, they descended to the world.

Fall on the pillar of divine light.

However, one of them was missing.

The Great Priest's Order.

As a ghost and god who holds the authority of life and death, among the many gods and ghosts in ancient Chu, Da Si Ming is also second only to the existence of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, but such a god and ghost, why didn't even the soul remain?

Does this represent a Taoist view of life and death, life and death, and the principle of nature?

Liu Chunfeng stood there in a daze.

He naturally didn't know that Yao Ji had given the soul of the Great Si Ming to a little Taoist boy in Huai'an.

It's just that soon, Liu Chunfeng's thoughts were drowned out by countless mighty voices.

"Return."

Standing in the center of the thousands of Styxes, Yao Ji, who was shining with divine radiance, softly spat out these two words.

In the River Styx, countless figures emerged, like the chant of billions of beings in the ancient past.

Vast and grandiose.

Everything is poured out.

"Return!"

Thousands of pillars of divine light, like a piece of wind and snow gods, thousands of streams falling, in the midst of thousands of voices singing in unison, those gods and ghosts standing on the pillar of gods and ghosts in the wide robes flying, slowly opened their eyes.

Liu Chunfeng looked at such a scene in a daze.

It's not just ten miles of wind and snow.

The entire Huangliang human world began to circulate countless brilliant divine lights under the catalysis of the power of those Styxes.

It's like a galaxy falling into the world.

also fell heavily on the heart of such a fake capital Yushan.

Despair rises.

One is going to return to the age of gods and ghosts in the world.

What does it take for the world to break free from it?

A mouthful of blood full of Taoist rhyme spurted out of Liu Chunfeng's mouth, and this man wearing a spring breeze Taoist robe hung his hands on his knees with a shocked and miserable face, lying on top of the high mountain.

At this moment, his mind finally became disordered.

He finally knew the reason why Yao Ji didn't care about everything in the world.

Such a torrent is an unstoppable existence in the world.

All the plans made before have become a dream.

How does the mantis arm block the car, and how does the grasshopper shake the tree?

The building will fall, the world is difficult to support, the tide has fallen, how can an arm save it.

Liu Chunfeng Liu Chunfeng, Daohai is stacked, but it is not the world.

The changes in heaven and earth were still continuing, but the scholar beside him turned his head and looked at the authentic man beside him with a sad expression.

Liu Chunfeng raised his hand and wiped the mouthful of blood that spurted out of his lips because of his depression, and looked at the scholar with a sad gaze.

"Is Lord Ziyuan taking pity on me?"

Zi Yuan turned his head, looked at the gods and ghosts that were constantly rising in the world, and said softly, "Of course not. ”

The scholar from more than 2,000 years ago shook his head and chuckled to himself.

"Who am I to pity you? You still have goals you can work towards, but I don't have anything left. Even if everything is as the goddess said, you can do it all over again. But the story about Gu Chu has long ended in the years. It was only the gods and ghosts who returned, not the once thriving witch and ghost cult. ”

The two stood in relative silence on the mountain for a long time.

There is a chant in the world.

Be.

——

The auspicious day is good, and Mu will enjoy the emperor.

Fu Chang sword Xi Yuer, loud and loud.

——

It was the voice of the gods that came from nowhere.

Coming from all directions of the Wind and Snow Styx, it fell solemnly and low to the whole world.

When Liu Chunfeng heard such a voice, he knew that the Great Wind Calendar had come in the year 1,000 and 4, and on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Taiyi Spring Festival.

It is the head of the gods and ghosts in the world.

A long time ago, the world ended a year's rest, and on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi was sacrificed as the beginning of a year's work and a good expectation.

It's just that such a story, in the Dynasty of the Great Wind, has long been forgotten by the world, and only Nanchu still preserves such a custom sometimes.

In the midst of those winds and snows, there was a fire rising up, jumping under the wind and snow pillar, and the Chu people were naturally still on fire.

I don't know when there will be countless witch dance girls in the ten-mile Pingchuan, wearing vessels of patterns, wearing cinnamon pepper plants, holding sacrificial swords, on the side of those divine fires, in the midst of the Haoran sacrifice, began to dance.

Dance and sing.

All the gods and ghosts turned sideways, bowing slightly to face the solemn shadow of the divine soul standing in the middle of the pillar of divine light.

It is Yao Ji, who is still alive and standing in the middle of the Styx, who also stands respectfully and sings softly.

——

The auspicious day is good, and Mu will enjoy the emperor.

Fu Chang sword Xi Yuer, loud and loud.

Yao Xi Yu Yao, Xi Qiongfang.

Hui cuisine steamed orchid book, lay cinnamon wine pepper pulp.

Raise your robe and beat the drum.

Soothing and soothing the festival, Chen Zhu advocated it.

The spirit is full of beautiful clothes, and the room is full of flowers.

The five tones are complicated, and Jun Xinxi is happy.

——

All kinds of musical instruments stop with high spirits and flourish, and then rise again.

The rhythm is longer and more exciting.

And this time, heaven and earth sing together.

The river Styx in the world, up and down in all directions, in the midst of everything, began to sing.

auspicious day......

And in those enthusiastic odes of spring sacrifices.

A desolate Taoist has long been submerged.

......

Of course, the world has seen such a magnificent scene.

Up and down the four fields, heaven and earth in all directions, everywhere you can see, such a Taiyi spring festival.

The world may never have imagined that it would be like this.

The prime minister stood at the head of Nanyi City.

The matter of the northern demon clan is still ignited.

The southern side is truly out of control.

This big demon from the southern ballad looked at the divine lights and the shadows of gods and ghosts in the southern sky in great silence.

A story that should have ended in the time of Gu Chu has reappeared in the world.

No one knows if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

The world only knows that this is something they cannot deal with.

The prime minister didn't look at it for long, turned around and walked down the city.

The Hanging Courtyard is the Yellow Sorghum Hanging Courtyard Courtyard.

And he is a big demon in the world.

There is also a lot of turmoil in the world outside Nanyi City.

That was after the news of Yamazuki City leaked.

Countless demon clans that rose up in a hurry.

Under the city, Jiang Ye's Sword Sect disciples waited there quietly.

The story of the South, they can't control it.

is the story of Huai'an, they are all a little overwhelmed.

It was because of that spring festival, they naturally had no time to take care of it.

"White Deer City is about to fall into the hands of the demon clan."

Jiang Ye just said something in a deep voice.

......

Huai'an Donghai Town.

Xiao Daotong, who had followed the divination operator all the way, seemed to hear some sound, and subconsciously wanted to turn back and look south.

It's just that the fortune operator quickly took Wang Xiaohua's head back.

"What happened?"

Wang Xiaohua asked blankly.

There seemed to be a faint restlessness in her heart, and she didn't know where it came from, and she didn't know why.

It was a deep feeling that lingered in my mind for a long time.

She felt as if something was about to burst out of her body.

Bu Operator protected her with a Taoist rhyme, and said calmly: "It's nothing, don't look back, don't look." It's like you don't look at the world. ”

Wang Xiaohua was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "So what is that?" ”

Bu Operator said softly: "The stories of the south, the ancient, and the ones that will eventually sleep, you have to forget them and leave them behind." ”

Never again.

Don't talk about the past.

Pain or happiness.

Only the world is beautiful and supreme.

Wang Xiaohua nodded ignorantly.

.....

"When my sword comes back, maybe I'll change my mind a bit."

On the high mountain, two figures stood quietly in the moonlight.

The moon is full in the heart of the sky, and the branches are full of spring.

Kamigawa looked at the revival of the spring blossom in front of him, the branches full of spring, and said very calmly.

Behind him were the gods of the South.

And yet he didn't look at anything.

Kamigawa's sword is called Lingtai.

Like the sword of the Cong Blade, it is the sword of the cliff master who once sharpened the sword cliff.

When Nanyi used square inches, Tsing Yi held the spiritual platform.

"Don't you think it's late? For something ethereal, you've lost half of the world. ”

Cong Jian held his sword and stood aside, looking at the Taiyi Spring Festival that attracted attention in the world from a distance.

The two stood with their backs to each other.

However, the shadows under his feet are intertwined.

Maybe it was once a disciple who was also a laughing in the bush.

Maybe it's someone who is also a man of all powers.

Maybe more, something unknown.

Kamigawa raised his hand and pinched the branch, leaning to the tip of his nose and sniffing the spring breeze.

The world probably never thought that such a majestic and depressed human emperor would do such a delicate thing when he was the co-lord today.

"It doesn't matter. They'll be back. Providence and man's will, although Kamigawa is unpredictable, but I will do my best. ”

Kamigawa let go of the branch and let it bounce back, swaggering in the spring breeze and moonlight, dropping some petals.

The man in the black and gold emperor robe turned back and glanced at the southern sky with great calm.

"What I don't want to give, even if she is Yaoji, don't think about it and get it so easily."

Kamigawa looked at the Cong Blade on the side and said slowly.

"But I need to deal with some troubles first."

Cong Blade smiled slightly: "For example, me." ”

Kamigawa said calmly, "Yes, like you. ”

But there's more to it than that.

Neither of them spoke.

Just standing quietly in the moonlight.

......

In the Blue Sky Dao.

Chen Huaifeng and Jiang Shanxue stood quietly outside the lakeside residence.

Naturally, there are not only the two of them here, but also many brothers and uncles of Qingtian Dao.

When the wind and snow from the south were illuminated by the divine light, everyone appeared outside this small bamboo residence.

Bai Yuyu's voice carried some weakness, coming from the small bamboo house.

"The matter of the demon clan in the human world needs you to go to the human world to conjure peace."

Some people are probably puzzled.

"The matter of the demon clan should have been settled."

"We miscalculated something." Bai Yuyu's voice was very calm. "I didn't see the real storm."

Naturally, things in the world are difficult to see at a glance.

"The south of Huai'an has fallen into a rebellion between the two clans. Soon the same will be true in the north, I need you to pacify and calm down the world as soon as possible, this time, there is no difference between the Sword Sect and the Dao Sect, Chen Huaifeng, you can find a way to contact the people of your Sword Sect. ”

"The wind is as it is."

Chen Huaifeng saluted.

"Jiangshan Xue, you go to the mountain and river view, although such a story started because of that Taoist temple, but after all, not all the people in the view participated."

"According to the word of the Lord."

Xiaozhu calmed down in the middle, and it took a long time before Bai Yuyu's voice sounded again.

"Be ready."

"Once our Majesty returns, he may be able to use troops against Huangliang."

Everyone stood there in silence.

Sticking to Huai'an is naturally the best choice.

It's just that as the people of Qingtian Dao on the side of Huaidu, they are all clear in their hearts.

If Kamigawa chooses it this way.

He's not Kamigawa anymore.