The falling flowers are intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless.

The love word will not be touched by Qiu Liluo, so she is destined to be the same as Poria.

Not to mention his own problems, the fact that he walked the heavens and all the worlds is also destined to not belong to any world.

He's just a passerby.

When the last dragon disciple walked into the temple gate, Qiu Liluo also turned around and left. He wanted to see someone, and if he could pull him over, it would be enough to give the gods and Buddhas a headache.

............

Sichuan and Shu irrigation rivers.

The three rivers converge, and the mist rises from the water, making it look hazy under the sun.

Standing in the air and looking at it, a blue brick house covering an aurora occupies the confluence of the three rivers, magnificent but simple, and the mist just covers it, preventing mortals from probing. A faint golden light diffused from it, radiating towards the surrounding temples with a strong sense of divinity.

Guan Jiangkou, Yang Mansion.

The gray-toned door was closed, and there were two grass-headed gods standing in the doorway, dressed in wooden armor and holding spears like javelins, staring at the slowly approaching autumn with sparkling eyes.

They are Yang Jian's subordinates, and they naturally have a very high arrogance, although they are shocked by the strength of the people, it does not mean that they will grovel.

"Who is coming, why did you trespass into the mouth of the Guanjiang River!" a grass-headed god stopped Qiu Liluo with a horizontal spear.

Qiu Liluo smiled and arched his hand: "In the next autumn, I came to meet Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, I have something to talk about, and I hope to pass it on." ”

He's not crazy. Since you want to see people, you naturally have to follow the rules, and you are always unwilling to break in directly and kill the grass god.

The grass-headed god stared at Qiu Liluo for a while, and then nodded: "Wait a while, I'll go and report to the second master." ”

After a while, the grass-headed god came out and said, "The second master is in the courtyard, come with me." ”

Autumn falls and bows slightly.

The trees in Yang's Mansion are towering, the small bridges are flowing water, and the corridors are curved and horizontal, which is a good place for self-cultivation.

Silent all the way, Qiu Liluo shuttled through the courtyard with the grass god, and was soon led to a lotus pond in a backyard.

There are not many lotus flowers in the pond, some are scattered, but they do not seem to be withered.

In the middle of the lotus pond, there is a wooden platform, on which sits a man cross-legged, his face is handsome, his eyebrows and eyes are deep, the outline is as beautiful and distinct as a delicate sculpture, and there is a silver vertical mark in the center of the eyebrows, which adds a bit of bewitchment.

In front of him is a low table, on which is placed a pair of tea sets and books, with that luxurious and lazy temperament, like a scholar who has read poetry and books.

Qiu Liluo looked at him, and he was also watching Qiu Liluo.

After a long time, he smiled slightly, raised his glass and invited: "The hot tea is ready, why don't you come and drink it together?"

"Don't dare to obey. ”

Qiu Liluo smiled, stepped forward, stepped on the wooden platform with a lot of ripples, and sat directly opposite him.

"Autumn is falling. ”

"Yang Jian. ”

The two simply said hello, and then fell into silence, no further communication, only the overflowing fragrance of tea.

Yang Jian was not in a hurry to speak, but carefully handled the teacup, and only after pouring tea for Qiu Liluo did he ask out loud: "I don't know what Your Excellency came to Guan Jiangkou to say?"

He put down the teapot and calmly spoke, without a trace of ripple on his face.

Qiu Liluo smiled, picked up the teacup and took a sip, the fragrant tea fragrance, carrying a touch of bitterness, a fine taste, but the tip of the tongue hooked a trace of sweetness, as if there was no plum blossom fragrance lingering on the nose, it really has a unique charm.

"Good tea. ”

"Naturally. Yang Jian nodded.

This tea is naturally a good tea, but it is not what he wants to hear.

Qiu Liluo put down the teacup and said slowly: "I came to Guan Jiangkou to show the Holy True Monarch for Erlang, and also for the future of the Three Realms." ”

"For me?" Yang Jian's brows furrowed inadvertently, "What do you mean by that?"

Qiu Liluo raised his hand and pointed at the blue sky dome and said, "Zhenjun, look at this day, I don't know what you see?"

Yang Jian retracted his gaze and said lightly: "The sky is still this day, it has been like this since ancient times. ”

"Yes, it's been like this since ancient times, so I wonder if Zhenjun has other ideas?" Qiu Liluo looked at him with a smile.

"I still advise Your Excellency to drink tea, I am God, and I see the essence of heaven and earth, not the desires of the world. ”

"Drinking tea, ......"

Qiu Liluo knocked his fingertips on the table, and said with a little regret: "I thought that Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun was a filial son who stood up to the sky, but the result made me more disappointed, and today I went in vain." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the folding fan and was about to get up and say goodbye.

"Slow!"

Yang Jian opened his mouth suddenly, and the heavenly eyes between his eyebrows actually slowly opened, and a deep blue light bloomed out of it, and the power of the law lingered, as if it was ready to shoot out the light of silence at any time.

The corners of Qiu Liluo's lips raised slightly, and he looked at him unchanged.

"What do you mean, didn't you come here today to threaten me with your mother's life?" Yang Jian's voice was very cold, and an extremely terrifying aura fluctuated around his body.

"I didn't mean anything else, I just told the truth. Qiu Liluo flicked his fingers on the teacup, and with a crisp sound, all the tea in it floated out of the air to form one text after another.

There are not many words, but the amount of information is extremely huge, and Yang Jian's face is no longer calm after reading it.

He looked at Qiu Liluo deeply, took a light breath and said, "What you said is true?"

"Naturally, I don't know what the true monarch wants?"

Yang Jian shook his head, was silent, and closed his eyes again.

After a while, he spoke: "You go, just because I didn't see you, if there is a next time, I will definitely kill you!"

Qiu Liluo did not move, his lips opened slightly, Yang Jian's complexion suddenly changed, and his eyes burst out with several feet of fine light, which actually pierced the space.

"You ......"

As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Qiu Liluo: "Whether it's true or not, Zhenjun will know it when you try it, you must know that I came with sincerity, and you don't want your sister to be tied up in Huashan, and you can't even visit relatives, right?"

The words fell, and a purple token appeared out of thin air in his hand, which was gently placed on the table:

"This is not a trivial matter, I hope that Zhenjun will consider it carefully, and if you refuse, it will erase some of your memories. ”

Erase memories?

Looking at the crystal clear token, Yang Jian fell silent, not even paying attention to how long Qiu Liluo had left.

The breeze gently blows the graceful lotus flowers in the pond, swaying from side to side, like a girl dancing.

Weeping willows sway, fallen leaves fall.

After a long time, Yang Jian's face gradually became resolute, and he raised his hand to hold the token that made his heart tremble.

His fate should not be dictated by anyone!

Momoyama, he's going to split soon!

Huashan, he will be killed soon!

A family should live together, not be divided.

As for the uncle who asked him to purge the Three Realms......