Liu Chunfeng stood quietly in the Spring Garden of the Hanging Courtyard and looked at Chunmei.

Liu March was not far behind him, sitting on the small path stone on the edge of the merlin, and his legs of different lengths stepped on the ground where many plum blossoms had fallen.

"I know it's difficult. After all, it was Li Shi, the leader of the younger generation of Daomen. Liu March said softly. Therefore, this matter can only be handled by your Hanging Courtyard at present. ”

Liu Chunfeng turned his head, smiled helplessly, and said, "This is not just a difficult thing. This is actually not much different from you asking a teenager to catch a Great Dao Sword Cultivator. ”

Although the Hanging Courtyard is a major force in Huangliang, after all, it has experienced the clean-up of civil strife and has been fighting with the witch ghost in the palace, which has hurt a lot of vitality.

What's more, this is a high-level contest.

Naturally, there are spiritual witches in the Hanging Courtyard, and there are avenues for repair.

It's just that the sword abyss cultivators like Qi Jinyuan and Qi Jingyuan are still injured, not to mention other people.

And such a disciple of the Mountains and Rivers View is naturally not something that can be taken lightly.

Unless it's really like what the chilling cicada says, at all costs.

Liu March naturally understands this truth.

Liu Chunfeng stood under the tree for a long time, and then said slowly: "I can only say that the Hanging Courtyard will do its best, after all, this is indeed not a trivial matter, but can you bring such a senior brother back...... We can't guarantee that. ”

Liu March sighed and said, "Just do your best." ”

This ugly-looking Qingtian Daoist didn't know what he remembered, and said: "What's more, it is probably indeed difficult for us to find the existence of such a senior brother - the principle of fate is not only in the absence of a door, but also in his view of mountains and rivers. Since Senior Brother Li dared to come, he was naturally sure that we were helpless. ”

Liu Chunfeng looked at Liu Yue quietly and said, "So why did Lord Yin tell the king about this in March?" ”

Liu Yue said softly: "It's going to rain in the sky, so you really refuse to go out?" ”

Naturally, you have to go out.

Liu Chunfeng didn't say anything more, just looked at those fallen plums with a solemn expression.

"What do you think he's doing here?"

Liu March said sincerely: "I don't know. ”

If you don't know what to do, you don't know where you're going.

So Liu Chunfeng's brows wrinkled a little deeper.

"I'll go to Shendu and give it a try."

Liu March said softly.

"This kind of thing, we can only hope that the goddess can give us some help, maybe that senior brother will cause the anger of some gods and ghosts, and the Hanging Courtyard will not have to be so difficult."

Liu Chunfeng nodded.

"Okay."

The story in the Spring Garden ended in a hurry.

The young man, whose appearance had nothing to do with Yuli, left the Hanging Temple, and walked through the long street of Kyoto, heading for the divine capital ten miles away in the spring breeze of February.

......

Lee Seok did not leave the land of Gyeonggi.

It's still not far from Kyoto.

If Liu March didn't go to the Hanging Courtyard, but came to the kingdom of God that was uprooted in the world for the first time, maybe he could still meet this Taoist.

This young Taoist with a gentle smile on his face was actually very similar to the demeanor of a certain Dao sect overhaul.

Zhang Xiaoyu sometimes laughs like that.

Chen Qingshan would also laugh like that.

As a teacher, it is natural that you will not only teach the way of cultivation.

Many things will have a subtle impact on the next generation.

Therefore, when Li Shi looked down at a small puddle of water surrounded by flowers on the side of the road and saw this smile on his face, he was silent for a while, and then quietly restrained a little.

It's still smiling, but it looks much more indifferent.

Raising his head, this mountain and river viewer looked at the vast and solemn place in front of him with great sighs, but there were also many magnificent kingdoms of God hidden in those solemnities.

Just like the black dress of the goddess, there are often some flowers that bloom from time to time.

The River Styx on Earth came from the high mountains, flowed down at the top of the Divine Capital, and fell into the place surrounded by those pillars of divine light, converging into a rather vast lake of divine power, and the pillars of green vines and flowers stood by the lake, with complex but not dazzling hues, spreading in all directions.

There are many people who walk reverently on the shore of the lake, like many small and delicate ants, looking towards the vast places where the divine power gathers.

In the depths of the Shendu, there is a high cliff up, and there is a huge ancient tree on the cliff, and under the tree there is a woman in a black dress and a scholar in white, who are standing quietly there.

When the Taoists looked over, they looked at it too.

The waters of the River Styx hang like a waterfall, overflow like a spring, and diffuse like rain and mist.

It quietly occupies the sky of such a divine capital.

In this way, the Taoist looked at the gods and ghosts through the fog.

This is the second time they have met.

The first time was in that place.

The Taoist came across the river and cleared away the ancient mist that had been sleeping in Daze, so that the world could once again see the appearance of this goddess.

Li Shi looked at it quietly for a long time with a smile, and then withdrew his gaze, just like those people who salute the gods, lowered his head, crossed his hands, and stepped step by step across the vast lake full of divine power, and walked towards the bottom of the high cliff.

It wasn't until he stopped at the bottom of the cliff that this Taoist from the view of mountains and rivers stopped, raised his palms in front of him, and greeted him with a Taoist salute.

In the spring breeze, the Taoist robes are flying endlessly.

"Xiyun Guan Li Shi, I have seen the goddess, Lord Ziyuan."

Yao Ji quietly looked down at the Taoist who seemed to be very pious under the cliff, and after a long time, she said lightly: "What a Taoist." ”

Yao Ji remembered a certain March spring day last year.

It is also such a Taoist who climbed those high mountains in those spring breezes, and said with a smile - Doesn't the goddess miss the world?

Li Shi smiled slightly and saluted again.

"The goddess praises falsely."

The white-clothed scholar said with admiration: "With the body of the world, but dare to plan the things of gods and ghosts, and hold gods and ghosts like sharp weapons, how can it be called a false praise?" ”

Li Shi laughed softly: "It's not as good as Lord Ziyuan." ”

In the midst of such a simple sentence, the scholar fell silent, looked deeply at the Taoist under the cliff, and then said softly: "It seems that you know far more than we imagined. ”

"Although most of the Taoist scriptures of Hangu Guan no longer exist in the world, there are still some Taoist saints left back then, and I am fortunate to have seen some just a few words."

Li Shi is still very modest.

There was a divine light falling in the world, enveloping this Taoist in it, and thousands of traces appeared on this Taoist like a cocoon.

Then they all fell under the umbrella of the black-dressed goddess under the ancient tree.

Li Shi didn't resist, but just looked at the goddess whose divine power was becoming more and more majestic in amazement, and then looked up at the flow of divine power from the River Styx, and said softly: "It seems that the goddess is indeed not far from the righteous god in the world." ”

Yao Ji just stood calmly under the tree, looking at those thousands of traces, it might be like the flow of fate, maybe it was like the flow of time, but Yao Ji didn't say anything, waved her hand to disperse those divine lights, and said calmly: "So what are you doing here?" ”

Li Shi said softly: "Facing the abyss, the boat is cautious, since Li Shi wants to come to the world of the goddess, he naturally needs to get the permission of the goddess." ”

Yao Ji said lightly: "I thought you always thought that the world would only be the world of the world. ”

Li Shi said calmly: "The world is naturally the world of the world, but the current world belongs to the goddess." ”

Yao Ji looked at this northern Taoist quietly.

"So am I the sword, or is Qinglian the sword?"

The meaning of the spring breeze is not peaceful, those divine light overflowing between heaven and earth, those mountain flowers and spring grasses, are growing flourishing, and they are also dying enthusiastically.

However, the Taoist was still very calm.

"Yes."

He wasn't afraid of anything.

When those fogs rise above the Great Ze.

Some stories are no longer about him.

Some people are destined to only look at each other and have no time to care about anything else.

Zi Yuan laughed softly: "What a Taoist." ”

Li Shi also smiled and looked at the scholar holding the scroll.

"It's not as good as Lord Ziyuan."

“......”

Yao Ji didn't have any anger, but still looked at the Taoist calmly, and her voice was indifferent.

"If you dare to borrow wind and snow from Providence, why do you bother to ask me? Go ahead. ”

Li Shi bowed.

"Thank you, Lady Priestess."

The Taoist crossed the great lake and headed south.

Zi Yuan and Yao Ji still stayed there quietly, watching the figure of the Taoist in the distance in the big lake.

The scholar did not ask the goddess what she had seen in the Taoist.

Just thinking about it for a long time.

"Do you think the goddess thinks his heart is for the world, or is his heart for other places?"

Yao Ji said calmly: "Naturally, the heart is to the world. ”

Zi Yuan didn't say anything more.

A quarter of an hour after the Taoist left, another former Taoist slowly came.

This Taoist with an ugly appearance and twisted hands and feet of different lengths could not pass through the vast lake that carried the power of the River Styx in a dashing manner, so he walked high and low among the flowers and plants gods by the lake, just like those people who came from all directions.

It took a long time for Liu March to finally squeeze out the believers of the goddess who were also mutilated.

In the realm of divine light that the world could not see, he stepped out one step at a time, and then appeared under the high cliff.

Liu March glanced up at the two of them standing very far away above the Divine Capital, and probably felt that this did not seem to be suitable for conversation.

So he slowly climbed the high cliff and headed towards the very high place.

So it was another long time, and Liu March was wet with the water of the River Styx that spread like rain and mist, and finally appeared on the high cliff.

The goddess turned her head and looked at the ugly-looking Taoist in the same soft voice as before.

"What is Lord Yin doing here?"

"I'd like to ask the goddess some questions."

Liu March sat down among the flowers on the cliff that were full of rain and mist.

Since the end of that story at the beginning, Liu March's revived Shenhai was imprisoned by divine power again, Liu March had no idea of worshipping the gods.

Maybe never did.

Just like Liu March and Yao Ji said at the beginning - what kind of god would be so cruel to his people?

The story of Liu March is naturally a cruel story.

This is never a story of gods and ghosts taking pity on the dead and bringing the dead back to life.

Therefore, the chilling March Yin is very comfortable, and even has a kind of deliberate intention to sit there and scrape the mud on the soles of his shoes.

Yao Ji didn't care about Liu Yue's attitude.

This worldman who was brought back from the River Styx by herself, who was turned into a monster by herself, naturally knew what she thought and felt in her heart.

"What do you want to ask?"

The goddess stood with an umbrella and walked towards that place, stopping in front of Liu Yue, covering him from the rain and mist of the Styx stream that hung from above.

Liu March looked up at the umbrella above her head, and also looked down at the floral socks on the goddess's feet, tilted her head and thought about it, and said, "Does the goddess want to show goodwill?" ”

Yao Ji looked at Liu Yue quietly, and then said softly, "You can understand it this way. ”

"Why?"

"Because you've made the world think I'm a failure."

Liu March chuckled softly.

"So the goddess still has the same idea as she did at the beginning."

"Yes."

Liu March fell silent.

The ugly-looking man no longer scraped the mud from the soles of his shoes, turned his head away, and looked for a long time at the god-worshippers who walked devotionally on the shore of the distant lake.

"Then can the goddess tell me where the Taoist from the north has gone?"

Liu March didn't ask Yaoji if she knew.

It is impossible for such a god and ghost with vast divine power not to know.

Only willing to tell the world.

Yao Ji quietly looked at Liu Yue for a long time.

Then he said slowly: "He went to the south." ”

"Where is the South?"

"Rumors."

Liu Yueyue's expression was grim.

Turning his head to look south of the world.

Yao Ji's voice slowly sounded on the side.

"So what?"

Liu March turned her head and smiled slightly.

"I can be a believer in the goddess for a quarter of an hour."

"What moment?"

"Last moment."

Zi Yuan held the scroll on the edge of the cliff and laughed softly.

Yao Ji quietly looked at this Taoist who looked like a stone in a dung pit.

"Why can't it be the next moment?"

Liu March stood up, crooked like a twisted crooked neck tree.

"The next moment will be left to the world." Liu March said softly, "So all the moments, hours, and years that have passed away can be the most devout believers of the goddess, but I can't go forward—because I can still have it in the past." ”

When Liu Yueyue's words fell, everything in the world seemed to have some extremely subtle changes.

Where has changed?

Shenhai didn't have a trace of vitality, and it was difficult for him to perceive many things keenly.

It seems that just some rain and fog have returned to the sky, as if only some mountain flowers have closed their buds, as if just some ripples have disappeared the traces.

It didn't take long for him to understand what had changed.

Because there was an ugly Taoist who climbed hard and reverently on the cliff path for nearly a quarter of an hour, and then appeared on the cliff with an incomparably bright pious light in his eyes, panting, and bent down in the rain and mist, and crawled at the feet of the goddess like a wild dog.

"My God, My Lord......"

His voice trembled, his body was religious, his eyes were eager, and his soul was subdued.

Liu March looked at Liu March who was a quarter of an hour ago who was dedicated by himself, as if countless wind and snow had fallen and buried him deeply, as if ten thousand knives had been inserted from the top of his head, stirring coldly inside.

Liu March felt as if her soul was torn apart, and her heart was gushing with all kinds of cold blood.

But he turned his head and looked deeply at Yao Ji, who was extremely calm in front of him.

With an equally trembling smile, he suppressed all the pain and said slowly but firmly, "Yes, that's it, Lady Goddess. ”

For gods and ghosts, even the migratory techniques that have long disappeared from the world are just some small techniques that are not difficult.

Liu March began to cough violently, and a lot of blood was coughed out—just like Liu Chunfeng who had watched the Kingdom of God pull up on the high mountain.

However, he just looked at Yao Ji and just said, "That's it, Liu March a moment ago, it's yours." ”

But.

In the future, it still doesn't work.

No, it's no.

Ziyuan stood silently on the edge of the cliff, looking at the goddess under the umbrella, at the Liu Yueyue sitting among the flowers and plants, and at the figure prostrate on the wet cliff in the rain and mist, as if kissing the land that Yao Ji had stepped on.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the story from many years ago.

That's a story from the old days.

At that time, the goddess of Yunmeng was still there, and Mrs. Xiang was still in the world stroking the qin and shocking the children of the world, and Yao Ji at that time was a mountain ghost, wearing a black skirt, and stayed in the clouds and rain in the twilight of Wushan for a long time.

What was she like at that time?

Ziyuan didn't remember a little.

But at that time, Yao Ji was really gentle and soft. It is like a quiet flower blooming deep in the mountains.

So later, in the stories of the so-called Kingdom of the Gods that Zi Yuan had never heard of, what happened to make such a goddess carry so many cold meanings hidden under tenderness?

As a goddess who inherits the Taiyi and connects the world, in the ancient years, it naturally represents beauty and all hopes.

It's like a mountain flower, like a spring rain, like a twilight river, like a quiet landscape.

Ziyuan thought about such a woman back then.

It seems that in such a story of gods and ghosts gone away and ancient years returning to the world in pieces, the stories that those scholars have experienced are like a spring dream towards the dew of the snow.

Ziyuan held the scroll and was silent for a long time, and then didn't look at it again, just turned his head back and looked at the world with great amazement.

Looking at the world that is no longer similar to everything back then.

Liu Yueyue stood up, walked past the kneeling self, stopped again, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and then turned his head to quietly look at the ugly figure lying on the ground.

"You're really like a dog."

......

"Do you think I've changed?"

Yao Ji stood quietly on the top of the high cliff, looking at the twisted Taoist who was coughing up blood in the midst of the people who worshipped the gods, and went away in great pain.

Zi Yuan just said softly: "I have never experienced the other human years of the goddess, so naturally I am not qualified to evaluate. ”

Yao Ji raised her head and looked at the river that had fallen from the top of the green darkness for a long time.

"It was a cold world."

There is only one such sentence.