Underworld

A majestic golden chariot galloped out of the half-collapsed palace.

The four black steeds pulled the wheel, stepping on the golden flame, and crossed an unknown distance between steps, and reached the Yang World within ten steps.

In the darkest hour before dawn, the chariot stopped in the open space in front of the temple, and the steed looked to the east, a little restless and anxious with its hooves, leaving scorch marks on the ground.

The black curtain of the carriage was opened, and a god came down, it was wrapped in a ball of golden light, patted the steed comfortingly, and with a casual hand, the whole carriage turned into golden light and incorporated it into its sleeve.

Although it is not tall or strong, it has a heavy majesty in this valley.

It pushed open the temple door and entered, and did not look at Ye Qing sleeping on the ground, but walked to the wall, first looked at the sacrificial text that implied red qi, and then looked at this line of poetry.

At this time, in this line of poetry, there is a faint sense of youth, which is worthy of being a famous work in history.

This god ignored the scorching green qi on the wall, and then chanted in his mouth: "I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after." Thinking of the world and the world, I was alone and cried. ”

The voice is like iron, like ice, it does not distinguish between men and women, but it is vicissitudes and heavy

The fierce wind and clouds swept from the valley, faintly with Jin Ge fighting, the neighing of war horses, the ghosts for a while, and the sound of whimpering, these are all fallen war spirits.

This god stretched out his hand and made a move, this poem was made for it, and suddenly a trace of green gas from the poem on the wall was inhaled into the body of this god, and the body of this god was in a trance, and there was a golden light shot out, shining on the body of the war spirit.

As soon as this golden light shone on the spot, more than a dozen black shadows rolled on the spot, turned into human form, regained their sanity, knelt on the spot, and said, "General!"

Although this literary tone is pure, with a poetic rhyme against the scene, but when there is no official position and reputation, to this extent it is the limit, and the green energy on the wall is flickering, which is obviously unsustainable!

The god sighed, waved his hand, and fell into his sleeve soberly, there were hundreds of them before and after, and more were still dazed.

Almost then, they instinctively dissipated.

After a few moments, the first ray of sunlight shone down, shining quietly on the body, and the golden light of the package melted into a whole set of simple gold armor, with a majestic bronze mask attached to the hood, shining with a cold luster in the sun.

Yin spirits are afraid of sunlight and cannot manifest themselves in the daytime, even ordinary yin gods are subject to this condition, but this god is not in this case.

It looked at the wall with regret, and made sure that the green qi was exhausted for a while, and it could not recover quickly unless it was handed down, so it slowly paced in front of Ye Qing, looking at this body.

The young man in front of him, in his eyes, only a trace of dim white gas, showing that his luck is thin, but in the bleak luck, there is a trace of light green aura, which shows that he is the talent of this son.

However, because there is no nourishment of red and yellow qi, it is as dim as a candle flame in the wind!

"This son is talented, but his life is thinner than paper, and he is not a climate, but after 800 years, I don't want anyone to miss it. ”

After saying that, he pointed to the knotted spell and leaned over Ye Qing's eyebrows.

In an instant, a golden light flashed.

......

A gust of wind blew through the temple, and Ye Qing woke up, but everything was different in front of him.

Originally, it was late autumn, but at this time, he felt that the climate was mild, and the left and right were even more different, Ye Qing paid attention to it, and looked at it, the surrounding scene was dim, but it was different from the night, as if the dark sky of dusk and sunset.

After a few steps, you will see a palace, which is covered by clouds, and there are guards and maids on the left and right, all of them are beautiful and handsome, and there are unknown flowers blooming all over.

Looking at it from a distance, there are layers of pavilions inside, and at this moment, a person wearing a military general's costume and a long sword at his waist stepped forward and just said: "The general invites you to the palace!"

Then, leading in, Ye Qing saw that this palace was magnificent, the surroundings were translucent, and the gold was splendid, and he had a realization in his heart - this is the so-called dream of gods.

Touching his body, he felt that Chuan Lin's notes were hidden in the sea of physical knowledge, dormant like a meson, if there was nothing, Ye Qing put his mind at ease and stepped forward quietly.

The tent slid open leisurely, revealing a golden-armored god sitting upright in the main hall, just sitting upright, Ye Qing only felt a murderous aura pointing straight at the center of his eyebrows, cold and sharp.

Ye Qing subconsciously raised his head, but he didn't take a step back, he was stunned, just staring at the golden armor god in front of him.

"What a guts!" Only a moment later, the golden armor god man was motionless, his voice was cold, but the killing intent suddenly disappeared: "Few scholars can resist my murderous aura on the battlefield, you are very temperamental!"

After a pause, he was a little puzzled, and thought: "This son is upright, his wisdom is extraordinary, and he can understand the Tao, I originally thought that my temperament was weak and not in line with the Tao, but now it seems that it is not bad, even if the physical qualification is worse, it can be made up, why is the luck so thin?"

"If you have sin, but you don't, it's as if you have been cut by something?"

Just thinking about it, Ye Qing was already bowing at this time: "Dare to ask the god what to call him, invite me to come, but what is the matter?"

"It's a certain faux pas...... "The golden armor god came back to his senses, didn't think he was angry, and apologized and said: "This temple is barren, Mengjun writes an article, and the walls are full of brilliance, so I come to thank you." ”

Ye Qing listened, pondered his words, and thanked: "Thanks to the general's kindness, it is inconvenient to stay overnight, and the inscription poem is even more disturbing, and he has been an uninvited guest, how dare he be thanked by the master's family?"

"Jun's poems have different meanings to me, but they can't stay on the wall for a long time, so I want you to write them on paper with a big stroke of your pen!"

"This is easy!" Ye Qing listened, and without prevarication, he saw a maid offering a fine inkstone pen.

Ye Qing settled down, wrote quietly, wrote it in a while, and dedicated it to the Golden Armor Divine Man.

After reading it, the golden armor god was very appreciative, but he doubted in his heart, these two articles were indeed made by this son, and he immediately said: "Jun is really a virtuous person, so that my small temple has added a lot of glory, there is nothing to repay, but there are still three treasures in my temple, you can choose one of them." ”

Ye Qing said stubbornly: "No!"

I only heard the tone of this golden-armored god turn impatiently: "Hugh has to resign, let you choose." ”

Hearing this, Ye Qing was taken aback, remembering that this person was a general before his death, and he was used to the style of a general, and suddenly realized that he couldn't go against it, so he could only smile bitterly and nodded: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

I slandered in my heart, this is inconsistent with the rumors, I think it was the scholar in the previous life who was frightened by this, but after getting the treasure, he used the Spring and Autumn Brushwork to beautify the matter, which is really going to kill people!

"It's good if you can understand!" Seeing Ye Qing agree, the golden armor god smiled with satisfaction, and his eyes in the gap of the bronze mask showed a trace of calmness: "Let me repay something, otherwise I will be uneasy." ”

Three golden rays of light appeared, gradually revealing their forms.

A cup, a book, a dan.

The three pieces of golden light are shining in the air, rising and falling in the air above the hall, and a trace of indescribable power and charm are contained in it, and they are not ordinary at first glance.

Ye Qing was stunned and couldn't help asking, "Do you have any explanations and suggestions?"

There was a hint of banter in his eyes under the bronze mask: "You can choose yourself, it's all up to luck!"

Ye Qing opened his mouth, unable to refute, fortunately, there were examples in his previous life, which he had analyzed.

"Presumably it is a magic weapon, a law decision, and a return Dan!"

"I didn't expect it badly, I will have the Dao Decision in the future, but I will not lack it, and besides, I don't have a reputation now, even if I have the Dao Decision, what is the use? ”

"Returning Dan can improve the Tao, and at this time I am still white, what can I do?"

"This cup can hold luck, but the effect is limited, but it is suitable for me at this time!" Thinking of this, Ye Qing pointed to this golden cup and said, "Just choose this cup." ”

"Huh?" The Golden Armor Spirit looked at it for a moment and smiled noncommittally, "Then continue." ”

Other artifacts dissipated, and this golden cup manifested and turned into golden light and threw itself into Ye Qing's arms.

This made Ye Qing a little trance, that's all?

The golden curtain slid in front of it and closed it again, and there was a subtle compliment behind it: "Give you a cup of luck, if you have a fate in the future, you will have a time to meet!"

"Bang-"

There is a sound of landing, rolling on the ground.

Ye Qing struggled to get up, his eyes opened, and he saw that the sky was bright and the bonfire was extinguished.

Looking down, a cup is at the foot, and you can faintly feel the flow of gold liquid, which is obviously the luck of the gift, but it is a pity that you don't make the Tao Law, and you can't see it clearly.

But this god is also refreshed...... Speaking of which, Yang Wen Yin Luck, Yin and Yang Luck, can be regarded as a Yin and Yang collusion. ”

But here is not to care about these things, on the earth, how can there be less of this?

Throwing off the historical reverie, Ye Qing picked up the cup and found that it was actually a copper cup, the tentacles were cold, but there was immediately a trace of strength seeping in, and his spirit was intoxicated.

"It seems that it is true, this cup of luck is not a lot, but I don't have to ask for luck from the clan, but it fundamentally solves my problem!"

"In the midst of hunger and cold, a loaf of bread and water is better than ten thousand taels of gold!"

"Hey, this golden cup of luck is just a small spiritual weapon, at most it can be compared to the life of a small official, and Sheng's luck is estimated to be not much, maybe it is only the sum of one or two times supported by the clan, it is nothing, but for me at present, I don't even have this life and luck, and I really can't help but admit this favor!"

Ye Qing cherished the copper cup and bowed to the statue: "The grace of the cup of water will be reciprocated by the spring, and he will return to his hometown in fine clothes, and he will come to worship the god again and reshape the golden body for you!"

The temple was silent and there was no response, Ye Qing was not surprised, Shi Shiran turned around and walked out of the mountain temple.

In the early morning sun, after walking for several miles, Ye Qing took out the notes of Chuanlin, but saw a golden text displayed in the blank: "In the eleventh year of Pingjing in the Great Era, Pingshou County, Nancang County, at the southern foot of Beibi Mountain, Ye Qing went to the battlefield of the ancient Wei Dynasty, worshiped the gods, and the inscription wall sacrificial poems were on it, and the night dream gods, the golden cup given by the gods, which was full of golden luck!"

There are also complete sacrifices and poems below, a few words, verifying Ruosi, looking at these, Ye Qing exhaled this breath and smiled.

Sure enough, this Chuanlin note, but it has the ability to record, is now bound by the rules of the Great Dao of the present world and cannot be released.

As long as you have fame, or the Tao is diligent, the secrets of the record will continue to surface, this is the real luck, but it has to be slowly drawn, in order to release the embodiment, into this brilliant golden text.