The attendant still lingered in the palace of the wind and snow.

The divine light that fell from the sky to the world naturally frightened him, he didn't know what would happen in the next world, and he didn't know that the story in the palace had actually begun to come to an end with the death of Yan Li in front of the palace of King Chu.

Where he couldn't see, those badly damaged witch and ghost paths were slowly retreating towards the human world.

But he was only a close attendant, and on the palace road where the Wu River flowed, he could see nothing but countless dead people who had been brought back to the world by the art of spiritualism, and he could only hold his sword as if he were on the edge of an abyss, trying to break through such an insignificant line of defense.

From time to time, witch blood is thrown down from the sky, and the wind and snow are showered together, at this time, he can only temporarily retreat, hiding under the eaves of the palace wall, witch blood for cultivators, may not be a serious problem, but for the world, the power of the Styx and the power of witches and ghosts contained in it are naturally still a lethal existence.

Sometimes some gentlemen in the courtyard pass by, most of them wondering why there is such a weak person in such a war. However, they can still distinguish such things as friend and foe. Sometimes they will leave some sermons or give a sword intent.

This is also the reason why the attendant can survive in such a chaotic situation to this day.

But the strongest person the attendant had ever seen was a sword-wielding Kenbuchi-samachi.

The gentleman was a little unsmiling, and of course, no one was happy in such a war.

There are not many people in this place where the attendants are located, because that gentleman came from afar, and he broke through the defense line here, killed a bloody road, and went to the extreme depths of the Witch and Ghost Dao front.

The attendant remembered that he was stunned for a moment when he looked at such a fierce gentleman who was not afraid of death, and then asked a question.

"Are you going to find Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty?"

The gentleman turned his head with his sword in his hand, and looked at himself with a bloody frown.

Only then did the attendant realize that he had said something wrong, so while dodging the witchcraft falling from the sky, he said, "Your Majesty! ”

The gentleman's brow widened a little, and he looked at him and asked, "Where is he?" ”

The attendant pointed his sword at the direction where the witches and ghosts were quite dense in the distance, and near the Falling Star Temple, he said loudly in the noise.

"Your Majesty is over there, and they brought it in!"

The gentleman nodded, said nothing, and drew his sword away.

During that period of time, there were almost no witches and ghosts on the side of the attendants, and all the witches and ghosts in the vicinity fell on the gentleman who had taken up his sword and left.

For a moment, the attendants thought that Mr. Kenbuchi had died under the cover of such dense witchcraft.

It was only soon that he saw something that frightened him.

A sword violently broke through the barriers created by the magic of those witches.

The gentleman is drawing his sword.

And then it was submerged again.

It's just broken again.

After a moment of repetition, the attendant looked at the gentleman who had pulled himself out of his body like a sword.

It's a sword trick to death.

Huai'an's best sword is a line in the world.

Huangliang's best sword, that is, the sword trick of going to death.

The gentleman who has broken through life and death several times is already a teenager.

Something further back, because it was too far away, the attendants could no longer see.

He didn't bother to see how the gentleman had slain all the way to the belly of the Witch Path, and the man in front of him who had begun to crawl out of the River Styx was enough to keep him busy.

The attendants are too small in this war in the palace, and they don't see the whole picture and don't know the situation of the war.

He didn't know exactly who would win and who would lose.

It's just that with apprehension and trepidation, from time to time I look at the divine light in the sky, and the sword light that keeps shuttling away in the distance.

That kind of thing is naturally the envy of the close attendants.

Sometimes the sword light seemed to hear the voice of the attendant, like a plough, shuttling past him, allowing him to continue to survive surrounded by those who had summoned spirits.

I don't know how long it took, but the sword in the hand of the attendant, which had been worn for a long time but had almost never been used, began to have a tendency to curl its blade.

The bones of the people of Styx are not necessarily hard.

But it's tough enough not to be afraid of death.

Every sword of the servant can only be chopped down like a rude chaiman, and as for the so-called provocation, it is naturally useless in war.

The best swordsmanship in war is to use every sword as the last sword in life and swing it with all your might.

The attendant raised his hand to wipe some blood stains on his face, but in the haze, he seemed to see another figure walking towards him, quite short.

The attendants didn't think it was strange, after all, there were always some people, only half of them left, who still crawled out of the River Styx.

The weary attendant twisted his waist very sincerely and swung his sword out, a posture that reminded him of a time when he was a child and threw stones with his companions.

Just thinking of this, his mind froze, and the distraction on the battlefield was extremely deadly.

And wandering mind also means that the body and mind are exhausted to the extreme.

It's just that it was clear that this distraction didn't allow the attendant to be torn apart by the man.

The sword was picked back.

Only then did the attendant see who the man who was coming.

It was the previous man with one person and one sword, who killed Mr. Hanging Xue Yuan in the hinterland of the Witch Ghost Dao.

"What about Your Majesty?"

The attendant did not ask who he was, just as the peasant did not care about the arrival of a distant guest.

The farmer cares about his rice, whether there is too little water in the field, whether there is too much, between which rows of rice seedlings, there are sprouts of weeds, when the weather is sunny and when it rains.

The attendants care about their majesty.

So his sword was swung with all his might, and it was picked open again, and fell into the snow on the side, and he didn't pick it up, but asked the gentleman very eagerly.

Qi Jingyuan's expression was also tired, and he drew his sword several times to kill a bloody path, in exchange for such a sword momentum, breaking through the world of the Styx, and interrupting the Taiyi sacrifice, he was naturally exhausted. Fortunately, even though the Witch Ghost Dao was blessed with divine light, the situation on the battlefield was still tilting towards the Hanging Courtyard.

The confidence of the Hanging Xue Courtyard is naturally full, not to mention the participation of the cultivation of the Sword Abyss.

This gentleman from the Hanging Courtyard looked at the attendant in front of him at this time, and he was probably a little moved.

It's a weak voice, but it's also gentle.

"Your Majesty is fine, he wants me to take you out."

The attendant breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked over and picked up his sword.

Looking up at the sword light dao technique and the witch flower that still remained on the palace.

"Is it over?"

"It's almost over." Qi Jingyuan also turned his head to look at the bright light in the sky, and said softly, "You won." ”

The attendant smiled.

"Let's go."

The young man Qi Jingyuan backhanded his sword and cut in two a person who crawled out of the Wu River that was shrinking away on the side, and fell into the Wu River again like a mess of mud and disappeared. Then he turned around and led the way in front, heading towards the palace of the king of Chu.

The attendant looked at the direction that the gentleman was taking, and as a former attendant, he naturally knew very well where that direction was.

It is the hall of deliberations, and it is also the palace of the former king of Chu.

Even though he had made that choice when the wind and blood had not overshadowed the wind and snow, he was still a little sad and melancholy.

"So Your Majesty is dead?"

Qi Jingyuan's figure paused slightly, and then said calmly: "Probably yes." ”

The attendant said nothing.

It's just that there seems to be a sigh in the wind and snow, and it falls to the ground weakly.

......

Han Cicada stood in front of the palace of the King of Chu, holding his sword, and looked at the gate quietly.

The altar of Kamigawa was inserted in the snow.

He didn't go get it.

As a Huai'an person, he naturally understands very well what it means to pull out such a sword, and what it means to pick up such a sword.

Kamigawa's stuff is not something that everyone dares to take.

"The conjuring was wonderful."

Liu Yue panted and lay on the long staircase with his hands and feet, and the corpse of Yan Li lay there, still with a smile on his face frozen by death and the wind and snow.

"Even I thought you would pull out this sword."

Han Cicada said softly: "He may have thought about drawing his sword like this from the beginning, we didn't expect it, it's a normal thing, and it doesn't matter." What impact does the win or loss of such a story have on the world? ”

So it's probably just a battle of wills.

"Of course it has no impact on the world, it's just a senior brother." Liu March stepped onto the last layer of the snow stairs, where he stood and gasped. "Can you say that this has no effect on you?"

The chill fell silent.

Of course, there is.

Even many years later, the cicada will always be at this moment on the fifteenth day of the first month of the year 1004.

They passed him over, got ahead of him, drew the sword, and gave him the throne generously.

Thinking about such a picture, Han Cicada subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, but quickly let go and looked up at the sky.

The sword light in the sky was slowly thinning.

Even if the Hanging Courtyard was already in control of the situation, it would be impossible to really exterminate all the people of the Witch and Ghost Dao, and that would be an extremely heavy price.

What's more, there is no war in the world that comes purely for the sake of killing.

It must be because there is a dispute.

So there is a gain.

But the divine light is still there, and the spring festival that is located in the wind and snow ten miles outside the fake capital may still not be over.

It is long and cumbersome, exuberant and passionate, vast and solemn.

"It's impossible for us to win against the goddess."

Han Cicada didn't know why, lowered his head, looked at Liu March and said such a sentence.

When he was in Huai'an, he once believed very sincerely that the world was strong enough, so strong that even in the face of the goddess who returned thousands of years ago, he could still be as immobile as a mountain in the wind and rain.

Liu March may have guessed what the cicada had experienced, and said softly: "There are only goddesses in the world, and the sacrifice of Taiyi is impossible to really bring the Eastern Emperor Taiyi back to the world." ”

Donghuang Taiyi is the supreme god of the ancient world, and naturally he and the goddess Yaoji are not at the same level.

Even if it is Huai'an, there is still such a shadow of a god and ghost.

It's just that the yellow sorghum is called the Taiyi Spring Festival.

And Huai'an is called the Lantern Festival.

The cicada just shook his head and said softly, "Maybe." ”

The two sat down side by side in front of the Wind and Snow Temple.

Let's look up at the ever-changing gods and the eternal divine light in the sky.

Bathing in the light of the gods, even if it is a human being, it does not seem to be in the world.

"The power of the witch is black, I heard that the power of the Styx is extremely rich, it is snow-colored, and the divine light is silver, and the three come from the same origin, so what color should they be?"

The cicada whispered.

Liu March tilted her head and thought for a while, and said: "The Tao is impermanent, and there is no impermanence, maybe everything is just the color that the world wants to see." ”

The chiller raised an eyebrow.

Liu March continued: "The people of the Witch Ghost Dao hide themselves under the deep witch robe all the year round, as if they want to hide something in the dark, so they naturally become black, the meaning of the Styx is the meaning of life and death, it is cold, so it is like snow, and the divine light, such an era that once dominated this world, is high and inviolable, so it is a bright and cold silver light. And Taoism, a materialist sect, represents inquiry, truth, and fervent hope, which is naturally a brilliant golden light. ”

"Where's the sword light?"

Liu March smiled slightly.

"The Stone Fire Gap represents the ultimate and the dazzling white that breaks through everything."

For example, the Grinding Sword Cliff.

Han Cicada turned his head and looked at Liu March quietly for a long time.

"This is something in the Taoist scriptures, or is it what you Liu March said nonsense."

Liu Yue laughed softly: "The Tao is impermanent, what I think and see is the way I hear. ”

So it's probably what he said in March.

The chiller didn't care.

"So the world is the same, the divine light is above, the Styx is above, but the Great Dao is also on the top, cowardice before fighting, it is not the attitude that an emperor should have, it seems that the act of seizing the sword has had a great impact on the Dao heart of the senior brother."

Han Cicada listened to Liu Yueyue's words, didn't know why he came back again, sighed and said, "Then the senior brother will call Your Majesty to listen first." ”

Liu March shook her head and said softly, "It's the king." ”

Han Cicada was silent for a while, then stood up with his sword, stood in front of the gate of the Wind and Snow Palace, and said calmly: "Yes, it is the king." ”

What he wants to do is not the emperor of Huangliang, but the king of Guchu.

So it's the king, not your majesty.

In the snowstorm, a young gentleman came with a sword that was still dripping blood, and a messy servant.

Liu Yue also saw it, sat there and whispered: "This servant of the king is indeed very brave. ”

Maybe that kind of story was forced out.

But he didn't run away, but followed the cold cicada to face the three thousand witch and ghost people, which was naturally an amazing thing.

Han Cicada said calmly: "The lonely servant is naturally very brave. ”

Liu March raised an eyebrow.

It seems that the chilling cicada learns quickly.

The two of them didn't say anything more, and the cicada untied the cuffs of the bundle at the time of the battle, and stood under the wind and snow divine light wearing the blood-stained snow-colored sword.

Such a killer from Huai'an, after going through many things, did begin to show a lot of imperial prestige.

Of course, this is not because he is an upper-class cultivator in the human world.

Qi Jingyuan took the attendant, walked all the way through the wind and snow, crossed the snow steps, stopped at the last step, looked at the cold cicada standing with the sword in front of the hall, but at this time he also understood what kind of attitude he should have, untied the sword on the side, and then bowed his head on the snow steps.

"Qi Jingyuan of the Hanging Courtyard, meet the king."

The attendants on the side also knelt down respectfully.

Even though the cicada had already made all kinds of preparations, facing Qi Jingyuan who was kneeling down at this time, he also had some complicated expressions.

It took a long time before the cicada whispered, "Calm down." ”

Qi Jingyuan and his attendants got up one after another and stood on the side of the snow steps.

The corpse of the person who left was in the wind and snow on the side, and it was already covered with a thin layer of moonlight frost.

The attendant looked at it in silence.

Han Cicada naturally knew what he was thinking, and said calmly: "Take his body down, settle it and come back to see Gu." ”

The attendant bowed gratefully.

Perhaps he did lack loyalty to the Aliens.

But after all, he used to be a close servant of the Queli, and in the face of such a picture, he was still a little unbearable.

After saluting, he walked over, picked up the corpse of Yan Li, and walked down with great difficulty.

Han Cicada didn't say anything more, looked at Qi Jingyuan on the side, and then sighed a little.

"Does the gentleman know?"

Qi Jingyuan looked at the cold cicada, who squinted, looked at the day's streamer pouring down, and said slowly: "When Mr. Fang Cai said that when he met the king, he was alone at that moment, and he was extremely overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of loneliness. ”

Just before Han Cicada came to the Chu King Palace, the two of them were still teachers and friends who looked at each other and smiled in the unbroken Styx world.

However, when everything came to the palace of the king of Chu, all the distances seemed to be separated.

It's like the passage he said to the chilling cicada before he died.

The so-called emperor is a loner.

Do not have a heart with the world.

Qi Jingyuan bowed: "The king must learn to face this loneliness." ”

Han Cicada didn't speak, just looked at Qi Jingyuan for a long time, and said softly: "Is Mr. willing to be a widow's Aiqing?" ”

Qi Jingyuan didn't refuse, this young man-like sword cultivator just lowered his head slightly, and said slowly: "Does the king want to hang Xue Yuan to become the second Chu palace in Huangliang?" ”

The chilling cicada sighed and said, "That's it." ”

The emperor can naturally share power with gods and ghosts, but he will never share power with the world.

Although Qi Jingyuan did not refuse, the meaning was obvious.

Students of the Hanging Academy can enter the court, but the husband cannot enter the court.

Such a academy that is all over the world and has a culture all over the world knows very well that there are those things that can be touched and which ones cannot be touched.

Once the gentleman of the courtyard entered the court, the officials of the court and the central government often came from the places of academies such as the Hanging Temple, and in the long run, the Hanging Yuan would inevitably become the second court.

This is also the reason why for thousands of years, the Hanging Courtyard has been all over the world, but no gentleman has ever set foot in the court.

The three people in front of the hall fell silent.

Qi Jingyuan saw it with the courtesy of the world, and the cold cicada stood with the courtesy of a king.

Only Liu March, a northern Taoist who may not be alive soon, sat in front of the hall with his knees crossed, looking up at the sky in the world.