"What's the wait, people are leaving early, I think, you are greedy for other people's beauty, so you insist on saving them. Also, as the saying goes, women in the Miao family dare to love and hate, do you think that people say that great kindness and virtue can only be promised by their bodies, tsk tsk......

Hua Qing'er stood behind Qingya, put her chin on his shoulder on tiptoe, looked at the message on the letter, and joked about Qingya.

Whenever he said this to him, he would blush and deny it vigorously, and he could no longer raise the momentum to talk back to himself, like a puppy who had been killed.

But something seems wrong today.

"Yes, it's a pity, now that the little beauty is gone, what should I do?"

Qingya turned around and shook the silver bracelet in his hand, the two of them were originally leaning together, but now they were sticking tighter.

"Huh? Whose girl is this, how can she be so beautiful, it is better to abduct her. ”

Hua Qing'er retreated again and again, Qingya followed, two or three steps later, Hua Qing'er was already leaning against the door frame, Qingya propped her right hand on the door, stopped her from trying to escape, and slowly approached her face.

The morning sun crossed the clouds, casting orange sunlight on Hua Qing'er's white jade cheeks, her eyelashes fluttering, just like her panicked heart now.

She was so timid and excited looking forward to what would happen next, and just as she wanted to close her eyes, she felt a chill on her wrist, but it was Qingya who put the silver bracelet on her wrist, and then, he let go of himself.

"That's it."

Hua Qing'er turned and played with the bracelet on her wrist, muttering in her mouth, as if she was a little disappointed.

"Then what else, or rather, Qing'er, what do you want?"

Qingya's face was innocent, and he teased her very innocently.

"Hmph."

dug a trap but jumped in, Hua Qing'er could only leave a cruel word and run away, wait for me to regain my strength, and then come to kill your prestige.

Today's sunshine seems to have just come out for a walk, and soon hid back behind the clouds, under the change of wind and clouds, thick clouds are piled up again over Chang'an City, and it seems that it is going to snow again.

Daming Palace, including Yuan Palace.

In the past few days, the emperor abandoned the daily morning dynasty, and locked himself in the main hall all day long, and did not eat tea and dinner. After a few days, the civil and military officials who knelt down in front of Hanyuan Hall lined up in several columns, and they all advised His Majesty to take care of the dragon body, as if they were all loyal and patriotic pillars of the dynasty.

But if they broke their legs on their knees and shouted hoarsely, the emperor would not have heard.

More than ten zhang underground in the Hanyuan Palace, a deep pit dug out artificially occupies the entire underground space, looking down from top to bottom, nine underground water lakes are connected end to end, and in the center of these lakes, there is still a bottomless cave, I don't know where it leads.

This hollow and huge pit was the size of half a royal palace, and the courtiers who came and went every day stepped on the empty land.

At this moment, on the periphery of these lakes, long lines of figures are constantly flowing, and on the edge of the wide lake, their figures are like ants at the feet of elephants.

Dressed in black robes, they walked to the lake one by one and poured the various liquids from the porcelain vases in their hands into the lake.

A moment later, from beneath each lake, layers upon layers of slime appeared, all of their colors, the same as the liquid poured into the lake.

Soon, all nine lakes were dyed in nine colors.

Seeing this, the people standing by the lake raised their arms and cheered, and sang a mysterious song in unison in an incomprehensible language.

It is not a song to celebrate the harvest, nor is it a song to pray for well-being, but its melody, like the whisper of a demon beneath the abyss, tempts the ignorant to break the shackles that seal it, with false illusions, like an elegy of despair.

Maybe their sacrificial song really sensed something, and they saw that eight of the originally calm nine-colored lakes suddenly boiled, and only the cyan lake still didn't fluctuate.

But the people did not care about these few flaws, they were even more excited, and they raised their arms around the lake and shouted, and under the rubbing shoulders, many people fell into the lake, but they continued to cheer as if their minds were fixed, and sank under the lake.

When they sank, their hands were still waving excitedly, and even those men in black who stood on the shore fell one after another in a violent carnival, like the scythe of death cutting through the rice fields of life, and they lost their life in pieces.

The bubbles in the lake are getting bigger and bigger, more and more, as if something is about to emerge from the lake at an unknown depth.

And just when the terrible changes were taking place underground, the clouds above the sky were getting thicker and thicker, and the suppressed water vapor finally couldn't hold on, and turned into pieces of goose feathers and snow under the cold wind.

However, the heavy snow that fell this time was not pure white, but with a trace of lonely dry ash.

The snow that had not yet melted was covered with new snowflakes, and in less than half an hour, the splendid and prosperous Chang'an City seemed to have been robbed of brilliant colors, leaving only a continuous gray and white color.

The mountains and rivers are colorless, the changes are prominent, and an oppressive storm is brewing in the sky above Chang'an City.

At first, people were amazed by the gray snowflakes that they had never seen before, and they went out to watch this rare wonder in a hundred years, and many literati and writers were impressed, and for a while, good sentences were frequent, but many famous chapters were born, and it was their poems that witnessed the first crisis in Chang'an City for more than 300 years.

As the snow became heavier, people outside gradually felt unusually cold, and no matter how thick their coats were, they had no choice but to return to the house.

Under the snow, no one saw, the gray snow was like a plant root, sticking out a small rhizome downward, passing through the original white snow layer, and penetrating into the green bricks on the ground, and gray nine-petal flowers bloomed under the snow.

In the Great Mercy and Grace Temple, the sound of chanting all day long spread all over the branches of the mountains, and the gray snow seemed to be hiding from something, and they all avoided the sky above the Great Mercy and Grace Temple and drifted away.

A young Taoist dressed in a green robe and holding a floating dust walked through the pagoda and knocked on the door of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, which had been closed for a long time.

Walking up the spiral staircase, he swept away the dust and smoke with the dust in his hand, as if no one had been here for a long time.

At the top of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, there is not a golden body of Buddha statue, but layers of bookshelves crowding the small space, at the end of the bookshelf, a dusty table, there are still a few unannotated Buddhist scriptures, the candle lamp in front of the table is burning a flame that will never be extinguished, but this shelved pen, but no one can continue to write.

"Senior brother, after many years, are you okay?"

He was talking to the wall behind the desk at the top of the uninhabited tower, and saw a trance in the relief carved on the wall, but an immortal carved in the painting jumped out of the painting and walked down the wall.

As soon as he landed, the immortal waved his long sleeves, and in an instant, he returned to the appearance of his youth.

"When I was young and frivolous, I relied on my own learning a few deduction techniques, so I wanted to spy into the sky, and the casual nonsense prophecy of the day, I never thought that it had become today's disaster, Chunfeng, the longer we stay in the world, the more chaotic the cause and effect in the world will be, more than 300 years, are you still unwilling to leave?"

"Senior brother, in the past three hundred years, I have not dared to interfere in any right and wrong in the world, but today's disaster is caused by the two of us, Chunfeng must not sit idly by, and I implore Senior Brother to work with me to help the people of Dawn in Chang'an City tide over this crisis."

Li Chunfeng humbly bent down and begged his senior brother to help, but still received no response.

Three hundred years ago, the two brothers Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng were the most talented in ancient and modern times, and after finding the answer to the Heavenly Dao, they successfully survived the Heavenly Tribulation and completely got rid of the shackles of mortal bodies.

But the immortal road is nowhere to be found, they did not incarnate into the real immortal body after all, in order to find the disappeared immortal road, they reincarnated as two magicians, pinning their hopes on Chang'an City, the end of the Kunlun dragon vein in the world, hoping to find the key to the immortal road.

But they didn't want to completely interfere with the order of the world because of a calculation, even if they didn't reveal it, they were still suppressed by the Heavenly Dao.

Their half-step immortal cultivation was restricted, and the chances of pursuing the immortal path became more and more slim.

Yuan Tiangang was disheartened, turned his head and plunged into the sea of scrolls and books, placing his affection on words, enjoying the joy of leisure, and over time, he found that the joy here was not even more than the search for immortals? So I stayed in the book for three hundred years.

And Li Chunfeng has always been haunted by the events of the year, he has been observing the trajectory of Fuxia's national fortunes over the years, he does not dare to have cause and effect with anything in the world, only when he saw the young man who came with the Xuanxi long sword, he once again felt the state of mind when he said the prophecy, it was a kind of obviously false, but still felt extremely real.

The prophecy is false, but the catastrophe is really coming, and the sword of the prophecy has also come to Chang'an as scheduled, and there is a providence in the underworld, even if they transcend the mortal body, they still can't jump out of the traction of fate.

"Senior brother, some time ago, I saw the Sword of Calamity."

Without a response, Li Chunfeng talked about other topics.

"Oh? This person is really here, tell me, who is the hero of the person who Tiandao specially fabricated for this lie? ”

Yuan Tiangang also raised his interest, and the two sat on the ground and chatted freely again.

"Senior brother, do you remember the fall of the sky?"

"Of course, I can't forget, back then, I was arrogant and arrogant, and I went to the skyfall as a half-immortal to challenge, thinking that I was invincible in the world, but I was taught by others to throw off my sleeves and fly thousands of miles away, which is really a bit embarrassing. But to this day, I still can't understand why one Tribulation Period Great Perfection can easily defeat two and a half immortals? ”