The snowstorm, which had lasted for the entire New Year, stopped at some point.

Liu Chunfeng sat on the high mountain for a certain moment, and suddenly felt the spring breeze.

So he looked up at the world.

I don't know when the world has changed.

The snow is cloudy.

It's all clear.

It should have been a gloomy sky, but now it is like a calm lake, and countless rivers of Styx seem to be reflected from the earth to the sky.

It's as if there was never that snow.

On the fiery side of the pillar of light, the sacrificial dances had reached their most intense part, and the witch dancers danced and sang in the heat to welcome the supreme god and ghost who represented the beginning of everything.

Yaoji, who was radiant and could hardly be looked at directly, stood solemnly and coldly in the center of all kinds of scenes.

Between the sleeves, the Styx dances, the clouds and rain fall, and the light and dust pour.

Legacy and independence.

Perhaps it is a portrayal of the last god and ghost in this world.

It's just that the cold and inviolable Wushan goddess is wearing a pair of floral socks and a pair of clean small cloth shoes.

This may be inconsistent.

Maybe it's rapport.

The barefoot goddess stands on the mountains and rivers of the world, with the divine light as the dancing sleeve and the spring breeze as the light veil, which may make the world even more obsessed.

It was a blasphemy that came from peeping barefoot in the unsightly radiance, the only sinful indulgence that the world could have.

However, the goddess wearing floral socks may be more intimate to the world.

But what kind of perception is the beginning of the blind date between man and God?

Liu Chunfeng didn't understand.

It doesn't matter if you understand it or not, it's a foregone conclusion.

The Taiyi Spring Festival is coming to an end.

The wind and snow in the world are over.

The goddess brought the wind and snow with her inviolable and blasphemous majesty, which was a warning between man and God.

And with the spring sacrifice to sprinkle all kinds of soft spring breeze and spring light on the world, it is for the softening of the blind date between God and man.

Liu Chunfeng turned his head to look at the fake capital and looked at the world.

Everything is constantly melting, and spring is a term that you will feel as soon as you hear it, and the sound of the snow will not stop.

That's what he saw.

Everywhere the Divine Light went, everything melted, and the thick ice and snow that had been deposited all winter melted as quickly as if a blazing sun was just around the corner.

At the same time, the shock and admiration are like smiling spring grass, crawling all over the faces of all the people standing on the street.

Moisturizing things silently.

Liu Chunfeng stood on the top of the mountain with his hands down, looking at the world from afar, like an old man who was at a loss in the face of all sudden changes.

Although he is only a thirty-year-old Taoist, he can still be described as a young man.

The end of those sacrifices continues.

But Yao Ji had already left the main seat, allowing those Styx rivers to be implicated and entwined with those divine lights, like a barrier to the kingdom of gods, hanging high at the top of the Spring Breeze River.

The radiance of the body gradually faded, but it did not show it like in the past, but turned into countless spring dew-like things, suspended around the body.

Liu Chunfeng looked at the goddess who was slowly coming towards him, and always felt like he was looking at an ancient verdant mountain forest, the forest was full of flowers, and there was a spring breeze in the stamens that was trembling slightly.

So this fake capital Yushan lowered his head, looked at the pair of floral socks that stopped in front of him, and also dripped such a tear.

"Liu Chunfeng, a minor, has seen the goddess."

It's the people.

From today.

The world is full of people.

A spring breeze blows through this melting mountain.

It's like the voice of the goddess Yaoji.

"It's time to go back to Beijing to see our king."

The figure of the goddess wiped past Liu Chunfeng with the fragrance of spring.

The scholar named Ziyuan didn't follow, but just held the unfinished scroll behind his back and looked at such a world with nostalgia.

In fact, it is also different from back then.

Zi Yuan thought so.

Back then, it was a warm and prosperous world like a mountain of spring flowers.

Liu Chunfeng also turned his head and glanced at the land of spring sacrifice.

There was some blood at the corners of his lips.

Liu Chunfeng seems to be seriously ill in this spring breeze.

I can't get complacent anymore.

But pale and haggard, he kept up with the footsteps of the goddess.

......

When the spring breeze covered the entire world in the afterglow of the battle, the cicada no longer faced the long staircase of wind and snow.

He pulled out his sword from the rapidly melting snow, turned around, and looked at the ancient palace of the King of Chu.

Liu March had already stood up and stood on the other side.

The brick walls, which had been covered with wind and snow in those years, were dripping wet.

The first new green moss crawled out of the snow under the divine light, and then, like all life that has been rapidly catalyzed, the cyan soon turned into a thicker vine, bending and snakeing, climbing the ancient temple walls that had been dusted for thousands of years in every place.

There are bright red, snow-white, bright yellow, and deep purple flowers blooming on the green vines and dark cornices.

The divine light above the heavenly dome shone down.

Such an ancient palace is being rejuvenated with vitality and majesty.

In the vast sound formed by the subtle convergence of all things, all the silence faded, and Ling Ran stood in the southern Kyoto.

And the cicada stood in front of the temple, as if standing on the top of this world.

The cold cicada crossed the sword of the Lingtai and stopped in front of the palace of the King of Chu, raising his hand and pressing on the deep, heavy and ancient gate with fire and god and ghost totem.

Just as when he stood in front of the council hall.

But he didn't push that door open then.

And this moment.

The cicada closed its eyes, revealing the green tendons on its hands.

In a vast but also dull voice, such a door was pushed open little by little.

The spring breeze blew in through the cracks of those doors with the breath of a great wind for a thousand and four years, and then came back with an ancient breath.

The sound of the door being pushed was heavy.

However, it was as if the whole world had heard it.

The last sword light took away the head of the last Southern Chu Wu who didn't have time to leave, and threw it high into the sky, sprinkling bright red blood.

The last streak of snow melted and dripped like rain under the eaves. Someone pushed open the door of the ordinary creaking world, poked his head out, watched cautiously at the movement in the street, and then stood there in a daze, watching the spring light come to his face.

The last scrap of earth was sprinkled onto the newly dug grave in the corner of the palace, burying the 2,000-year-old tradition of sorghum.

And the last gust of ancient dust blew towards the cicada, blowing open his eyes, and revealing everything in the hall, the thousands of years of dust, the ancient and mysterious years, the jade body was displayed in front of him.

The chill stood there in silence.

There was footsteps behind him, and he turned around.

It's the goddess Yaohime, who has returned to Kyoto, wearing floral socks and carrying a divine spring breeze.

"Why did the king hesitate?"

.......

On the long street where the ice and snow melted in the fake capital, the two old men were standing there, overlooking the palace hall like layers of spring mountains.

No one in the world has ever thought like this in previous years.

for it was silent, and there was no sound.

But this is not the case today.

Lord Fengchang looked at it quietly and said softly, "I heard that the current king is very similar to His Majesty the first emperor back then. ”

Lord Jing Zhaoyin smiled and said: "Lord Fengchang is also a person who has entered the palace, is there a portrait of the first emperor in the palace, don't you know?" ”

In the palace, there is naturally no portrait of the original emperor.

The empress, named Yan, destroyed all traces of the events of the year.

Although she was true back then, she was known to the world as a person who was very similar to the first emperor.

But some things, since they are to become unsolved, need to be more thorough.

Lord Bongchang turned his head to look at Jing Zhao Yin and said, "So that was probably a joke between Lord Jing Zhao Yin and the Hanging Temple. ”

Jing Zhaoyin shook his head and said, "That's not a joke. ”

Lord Bongchang hugged the stove and muttered a little, and said, "Yes, it really shouldn't be a joke. Whether it's true or not, after all, we need to give the world a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, everyone has this heart every day, and it will naturally mess up the ethical norms. ”

Jing Zhaoyin turned around and walked towards Minghefang, and said softly, "I don't think as much as Lord Fengchang, I just don't want to believe in these things myself." ”

Lord Fengchang was silent for a while, looked at the palaces that had not faded in blood, and said softly, "It seems that they really believe it." ”

Jing Zhaoyin didn't say anything, but slowly walked away in the long street where the spring breeze was getting stronger and the morning light was about to come.

Lord Bongchang looked back at his figure for a long time.

"Where is Lord Kyo Yoon?"

Kyo Yin just stopped and looked at the long street of Kyoto.

"I'm going back to my hometown."

Gu Chu naturally did not have Jing Zhaoyin.

As an old man who supports the establishment of the cicada into Beijing, he may have other official positions, but he probably doesn't want to get involved in these things.

Kyung Zhao Yin never thought about getting involved in the first place.

It was the Hanging Courtyard that sent a cart of New Year's goods a year ago and rolled him in.

Now that this story is over, Lord Jing Zhaoyin naturally wants to think about resting.

As for who will take over the duties of Jing Zhaoyin, that is a matter for the new king on earth.

......

Fang Zhiqiu did not enter the palace.

As a secular gentleman of the Folk Temple, with the help of a cultivator in the courtyard, he climbed the high-rise buildings in the world, and overlooked the chaotic palace roads washed by the spring breeze and snow in the palace.

A young sword cultivator named Qi Jinyuan instead of Qi Jingyuan walked out of the palace covered in blood, looked up and saw where Fang Zhiqiu was, so he also climbed onto the roof of the high-rise building.

"So is the Hanging Courtyard a win or a loss?"

Qi Jinyuan looked at Fang Zhiqiu and said.

Fang Zhiqiu shook his head slowly and said, "The story of Huangliang is not over yet, what is the win or loss of the Hanging Xue Courtyard?" ”

They naturally competed for the throne and sent the cicada representing the Hanging Courtyard to the position where the goddess received the world.

It's just that what the Hanging Courtyard wants, naturally it's more than that.

They may have succeeded in gaining the right to speak about the world in the restored world.

But it's still not enough.

And with the beginning of this miraculous spring festival, everything that the Hanging Courtyard did seemed to become slightly confused.

Everything seems to be at the beginning.

However, Fang Zhiqiu understood that it was just because the end was too far away.

"Under the light of God, the people of the world will slowly accumulate the power that belongs to the world." Fang Zhiqiu said softly. "In the past, they were chaotic, cross-current, and overwhelmed. And some of the things that the Hanging Courtyard has won can give them a direction, a kind of hope. ”

Fang Zhiqiu raised his head, looked at the sky, and the night of the world was completely submerged in those Styx visions and divine radiance, and said slowly.

"Of course there is despair, I believe that it is not only me, but also you, and Liu Chunfeng, and everything in the blood and fire, suddenly looked up and saw those gods and ghosts of the world."

Fang Zhiqiu lowered his head and smiled slightly.

"But the more desperate it is, the more it frightens it, the more tenacious the hope that springs out of it."

"The wind knows the grass. I hope that the people of the world will be like the grass in the wind, indomitable and courageous. ”

"In this way, even if you know that autumn is snowing, you don't need to pray to anyone."

Qi Jinyuan sat quietly on the side, looking at Fang Zhiqiu, who was still hopeful in the face of such an ending, and said softly: "I thought you would always be sitting in the rumor town, drinking cold wine. ”

Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "It is precisely because I drank cold wine that I know what kind of heat flow is needed in the world. ”

"Are you?"

Qi Jinyuan looked at him and asked.

Fang Zhiqiu smiled and jumped downstairs layer by layer.

"Of course I.... No. ”

Fang Zhiqiu fell on the long street of the world.

"I'm just a gentleman from the Hanging Temple. When I came to Kyoto this time, I probably had some thoughts on seeing the world. ”

Of course, Fang Zhiqiu is not just about seeing the scenery of the world.

The cold cicada entered Beijing as the emperor, and it was from him.

Fang Zhiqiu stood on the long street cross-legged and panted, after all, he was a scholar, and it was very laborious to climb up and down.

"That's right."

Fang Zhiqiu looked up at Qi Jinyuan above the tall building.

"You Jian Yuan, why are you willing to get involved in these things?"

Although Jian Yuan does not appear many times in this story, it is also a force that cannot be ignored.

Qi Jinyuan raised his head, looked in the direction of Cong Ran to the east, and said calmly: "The gods and ghosts in the world are nothing more than false gods. ”

There are many reasons why the gods and ghosts are not accepted by the human world.

But only the people of Jian Yuan are pseudo-gods.

It's just that Fang Zhiqiu didn't say anything.

Jian Yuan: This is an extremely strange place.

All sword intent in the world, when it gets there, will be suppressed.

This is also the origin of the name of the sword abyss, which also has the burial of the sword.

Before Tsing Yi left the world, he went to see it in person.

But no one knows what's inside.

......

Naturally, there are only such terms as ancient in the palace of the king of Chu, such as the rows of dusty chimes on the left side of the palace.

It was the ritual and music vessel of the banquet of the king of Chu in ancient Chu back then.

There are also many ancient utensils.

Everything was in the dust.

However, this is not the reason for the chilling to stop.

This blood-colored emperor just looked at Yao Ji quietly and said slowly: "Because there is one thing that I don't understand." ”

Yao Ji stood in front of the hall and said in a gentle voice, "What is the king not understanding? ”

Han Cicada looked at the spring breeze and said in a deep voice: "What is the explanation of the matter of God and the king? ”

Yao Ji said calmly: "The royal power is divinely granted, divide and rule, and each does what it is. ”

Just like Fang Zhiqiu and they thought.

This goddess who has returned to the world will not care who is the king of Chu.

The Witch Cult has long since collapsed in the course of time.

Whether the king of Chu is a chilling cicada or a detached person is irrelevant.

Han Cicada stood in front of the hall with his sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Divide and rule? ”

Yao Ji may have realized something, but she still didn't care, just said calmly: "Divide and conquer." ”

The cicadas stood with their swords, and their snow-colored robes were dignified in the spring breeze.

"Then the goddess, you have crossed the line."

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Liu Yueyue on the side, or Qi Jingyuan, who was standing on the black moist long steps, they all subconsciously changed their expressions.

The cicada sheathed her sword and turned towards the hall.

"This is the capital of the earth, and the gods are in the east. The goddess descended to the world, which is a grand event in the world, and she should be welcomed by singing and dancing, but the goddess came uninvited, and the world was lazy to welcome her, in order to trap the world in a rude situation. ”

Han Cicada stopped in the hall, turned around, looked at Yao Ji with a solemn expression and said, "This matter, Lone can't explain it to the world. ”

There was silence inside and outside the palace of the King of Chu.

However, Yao Ji didn't feel embarrassed, she just laughed softly, looked at the cold cicada and said, "What does Lord Lingxiu think? ”

Han Cicada said calmly: "Tomorrow, the lonely edict will make the world, the goddess will come with pity, and the people who are suffering from life, death, widowhood and distress in the world can enter Kyoto and pray for the blessing of the goddess dropping, so that there will be no complaints or fears in the world, and the goddess can also be loved by the people of the world, how about it?" ”

Yao Ji restrained her smile and looked at the cicada quietly.

Liu March raised her eyebrows on the side, but she also understood the meaning of the chilling cicada.

It is impossible to send a vision from heaven and want the world.

Since the goddess wants the world, she must show her sincerity.

As I said before, man and god are divided, then this is the world of chilling cicadas.

How the world is is should be managed by the cicada, not Yao Ji.

Yao Ji said calmly, "Although Lord Spiritual Cultivation has an amazing understanding, he has overlooked one thing. The blessing of gods and ghosts and the mercy of gods and ghosts are two different things, the former is their own duty, and the latter is recklessness. And the gods and ghosts have mercy, and they need supreme sincerity. Chu people are good witches and ghosts, and they are also obscene. It is not the authority to pity the sorrows of life and death, but there is no gift in the world that comes out of thin air, and it is the meaning of pity to exchange small life and death for big life and death. The world does not sacrifice and receives, which is the beginning of great chaos. ”

Yao Ji turned her head to look at the world and said slowly: "If Lord Spiritual Cultivator really wants the gods and ghosts to have mercy, please offer the sincerity of the world. ”

Han Cicada laughed softly and said, "I see, it's rude to be a widow, so it's better to change things." ”

Yao Ji said calmly, "Lord Spiritual, please speak." ”

Han Cicada looked at Liu March outside the hall, and said slowly: "The widow is lonely, and it is inevitable that he will miss his homeland, why don't you leave an old man for the widow?" ”

The drunkard may not mean alcohol.

I care about Liu March.

Han Cicada probably didn't think that at the end of this story, he would be so unscrupulous.

It's like the East Emperor is out of the sword, what else is there to be afraid of?

Liu March stood there in a daze.

"If you don't believe it, the authority of gods and ghosts can't leave a single person in the world."

Yao Ji's eyes looked at Liu Yue calmly on the side.

"Okay."