long night walk

Chapter 887

The raging fire burned through most of the sky, and the thick clouds in winter evaporated under the high temperature of the fire.

A person, bathed in raging holy fire, crashed into Jiuyuan Mountain like a spark flying from the sky.

The flames flowed back to the man's eyebrows and dissipated. This man's face was naturally pale, with a mark of red flames between his eyebrows, his facial features were profound, and he was as handsome as a Vulcan.

He stood outside the gate, and when the wind and snow fell around him, he avoided and retreated as if in fear.

Xiao Ming's eyes scanned the hall quickly, and finally fixed on Baili Yu's body. His face was solemn and solemn, and he said politely, "I have seen the sword master."

Baili Yu looked at him with dark eyes and did not speak.

But no one knew that the heart under his chest at this moment seemed to be firmly grasped by an iron tongs.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xiao Ming pondered for a while, as if he was thinking of an explanation.

Then he straightened his face, with a businesslike look on his face, and calmly said: "By the order of the suzerain, I came here to inform you that the young master of Tianxi Sword Sect Baituo Mountain returned to Taixuanzong in the early morning. On Nanze Mountain, the sword master is his father, and I hope to leave immediately to see him off for the last time."

The audience was shocked and dumbfounded!

Baili Yu's body shook violently, the blood on his face faded, and the hand hanging by his side suddenly grabbed it tightly.

The dark eyeballs were lifeless, as if half of the soul had died.

His thin body was tense under the black clothes, and his handsome face was suddenly full of wind and frost.

clack clack...

The small, frozen voice spread and sounded in the quiet auditorium.

Xiao Ming looked around, and saw that the beautiful bride with red makeup was chilling all over her body, and the place where she stood was spreading terrifying frost.

How should I describe the look on her face at this moment?
That kind of hopelessly pale, hesitant and helpless, Xiao Ming's words were like a cold and sharp knife, piercing her body and heart mercilessly.

All her hopes were shattered.

Yin Baishuang stood there blankly, her face was blank, she didn't cry, but everyone saw through her pale face.

It seemed to see a helpless girl who was desperate and broken, her voice was hoarse from crying, broken and choked.

Yin Dufeng was also stunned, thinking that he had finally let go of his prejudice in his heart, and was ready to accept that kid, why did he suddenly say that there was no one and he disappeared?
He looked at his daughter worriedly, and whispered worriedly, "Girl... my daughter."

Because of this soft call, the blank mood suddenly snapped like a tight string.

She raised her head suddenly, her eye sockets were instantly red, and a tinge of purple flashed across her poignant and despairing eyes.

Ziyi is fleeting, but it has already become a demon.

The fistful of frost placed on top of Zheng Siyan's head was arguing endlessly!

She opened her lips slightly, her voice hoarse and hollow: "Luozi!"

The slender jade arm was raised flat, and under the slender and jade-like fingertips, a white piece was condensed out of thin air. The appearance of the white piece was very ordinary, no different from the pieces played by folk chess players.

But when this white piece appeared, everyone in the audience gasped, even Xiao Ming who had just arrived at Jiuyuan Mountain was shocked, and the way he looked at Yin Baishuang changed.

"Moqi Palace! Isn't this Luo Baizi from Moqi Palace? She actually comprehended a hidden palace?!" Someone exclaimed, beyond shock.

Tianxi has a sword, Taixuan has scriptures, and Cangwu is a temple of Gongzang!
"My God, she is so young, she is only sixteen years old this year, and she has already realized Yizang. I am afraid that this girl will definitely not be a thing in the pool in the future!"

"It is truly a blessing for Cangwu to have this daughter!"

Yin Baishuang didn't listen to the words of praise that came from the audience.

For the group of them, in this era of the heyday of immortality, the rise of a shocking genius is far more eye-catching than the death of an unknown teenager.

She crushed the white ball with all her strength, and in the next moment, she had already appeared on Nanze Mountain thousands of miles away.

"Roar!"

A dragon chant resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Thang Long unsheathed brazenly.

Everyone saw that Baili Yu was full of evil spirits, and he rode away on the dragon's sword.

The sky and sky that he passed through were all pierced by a scarlet and violent sword energy.

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and finally all eyes fell on the father and father of the master of the ghost gate.

I thought, today is really a happy event and a funeral.

I am afraid that from now on, there will be no ghost gate Jiuyuan Mountain in the world, right?
The sky tore a sword mouth that ran through thousands of miles, and Baili Yu had reached Taixuan in just a stick of incense.

There are no white manuscripts and plain clothes for funerals in the mountains, and the disciples in the mountains practice as usual, and everything is just like in the past.

Baili Yu thought palely, this must be fake.

That guy Su Guanhai must have been aggrieved, so he specially thought of a vicious method to disturb his mind.

It must be so...it must be so...

But the more he thought about it, the more panicked Baili Yu felt.

Until he came to Taixuanzong's main hall and saw the huge purple-gold coffin lying peacefully horizontally in the main hall, Baili Yu felt that five thunders struck him, making him unable to think anymore.

Su Guanhai and his wife stood on both sides of the purple gold coffin, with their heads bowed deeply, dark shadows were cast on their faces, and they couldn't see their emotions clearly.

And in that huge purple gold coffin, Yin Baishuang was dressed in red makeup and her wedding dress was like fire, but she was holding the corpse of the young man in the coffin, her eyes had long been shattered and she died.

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According to the legend in the world, in that year, the young master of Baituo Mountain died in Taixuanzong Nanze Mountain, and the cause of death is unknown.

In that year, a talented girl who was born in Taoism at a young age opened the Moqi Hall, one of the Ten Tibetan Halls, and traveled thousands of miles to Nanze Mountain.

He took away the personal belongings of the young master of White Camel Mountain, the Suzaku Cosmos Bag.

Some people are curious about what kind of treasures are stored in the Suzaku Cosmos Bag, which can be kept by this talented and amazing girl for more than two hundred years.

A disciple of Taixuan's inner sect gave an answer, saying that it was a sword, a broken sword named Quansheng.

Back then, when the sword master saw the sword falling from the Suzaku Qiankun bag, he cried out in pain for the first time in his life, his hair turned white and his face was shattered.

Later, those two people fought in a fierce fight, one was the proud son of heaven, and the other was a great master of a generation.

It is said that the battle was just for a broken and irreversible sword.

Some people say that Yin Baishuang is overconfident and arrogantly provoking No. 1 of the Dao of Heaven because of his natural talents.

There are also people who say that the sword master bullied the small with the big ones, and even used his powerful cultivation to seriously injure that once-in-a-thousand-year genius, so that he fell to the first-rank realm of seeking Tao.

But what is the truth... but no one knows.

This year can be said to be the most exciting and eventful year in the history of immortality in the world, except for the thrilling and tragic battle between the two ways of righteousness and evil.

The young master of Baituo Mountain died tragically for no reason, and was later taken away by his mother Tu Yingji, who used ancient secret techniques to bring him back from the dead.

From then on, Zhongyou and Tianxi were clearly separated, father and son broke up, and the young master of Baituoshan embarked on a journey of ghosts, and became famous.

In the same year, the daughter of Emperor Taixuan Su Guanhai, when the frost fell and the night was cold, went up to Xiaoleiyu Mountain alone to resist the nine thunder disasters in a boundless environment.

After the thunder catastrophe, a strange scene appeared in Taixuan. The nine ancient and vast Buddhist scripture pavilions burst into nine-color divine light one after another. Among them, the nine most mysterious and ancient scriptures opened their pages by themselves, and a nine-petal white lotus grew out of each of them miraculously. The petals of the water lily are white and flawless, like the most sacred and clean light in the world.

Nine scriptures, nine lotuses.

Only in the lotus heart of the nine-petaled white lotus, there is a touch of blackness.

Nine-petaled white lotus gives birth to black Xuan.

The daughter of the suzerain of Taixuanzong awakened the Tianqiao Mind Eye and the Benming Heart Sutra on that night of thunder calamity.

Her father named her "Tai Xuan Sheng Lian".

The next day, the daughter of the Suzerain of Taixuanzong went down the mountain to go to David Cangwu. No one knew what she took with her from the Cangwu Temple that day.

The autumn wind is rustling, and the courtyard is deep. An old courtyard house located in the middle and remote border area seems to have been visited by no one for a long time. A willow bends down, shining in the moonlight, and the courtyard is full of withered yellow and fallen apricot leaves. No one sweeps, and it is desolate.

"Squeak..."

A soft sound.

The old wooden door that was about to decay was pushed open by one hand, and the slightly bloated Du Yicui was holding a heavy stone jar in his hand.

There was a strong smell of medicine in the jar, and when the wooden door was pushed open, a more pungent smell than boiled herbs came to the nostrils.

The smell of blood, sweat, body odor that has not been cleaned for a long time, and an inexplicable excrement smell intertwine and ferment in the small and damp room to form an indescribable stench.

The whole air was sticky, damp, dark, and filled with a heavy malice.

Du Yicui couldn't hide the disgust in her eyes, she couldn't help covering her nose with her sleeves, looking at the small space and the unpleasant stench in front of her, she instantly had the urge to turn around and leave.

But when her palms caressed her high and protruding abdomen, the struggling look in her eyes gradually became firm, and the half-closed wooden door was completely pushed open.

With a smile on her face that she thought was charming and charming, she pushed the door open and entered with a very thin and soft voice: "Your Highness, are you feeling better today?"

In the damp, dark and smelly room, it was deadly quiet, as if she was greeting the empty air, without getting the slightest response.

Protecting her abdomen, Du Yicui came to the table in the dark, and placed the hot soup on the table.

It was almost dusk, but the high-status patient in the room didn't intend to light candles at all, so Du Yicui had no choice but to do it himself.

"Wipe..." The flint sparked a faint spark in the dark environment, and finally there was a strange movement from the direction of the bed.

The candle was lit, and the warm orange-yellow halo slowly dissipated like flowing water.

A bean lamp danced, illuminating the face in the dark corner, flickering and flickering, mixed light and dark.

It was a face covered with dirty bandages, and profuse blood wrapped in turbid yellow pus seeped and overflowed from under the cotton bandages.

From the gaps in the bandages, one could vaguely see the horrible burn marks on the face, and the bloody scars could no longer see the original skin.

Ying Xiu hugged his knees with his hands and sat huddled at the corner of the bed. The moment the candle lighted up, the corners of his eyes twitched violently, as if the burning pain of that day was clearly branded on his body again.

He hugged himself into a ball, and even the candlelight could hardly dispel the turbidity and poison in the once black and white eyes.

The original color of the clothes on his body was completely unrecognizable, and often down-and-out literati would have a poor taste, but for Ying Xiu at this moment.

Poor and sour are excellent adjectives.

He stared fixedly at the light, and the mouth, which was vaguely wrapped under the gauze and had sore lips that could no longer cover the teeth and gums, squirmed slowly.

The voice seemed to be smothered by the blazing smoke, it was indescribably hoarse and unpleasant: "Kill it..."

In the past, Du Yicui would obey His Highness and dare not disobey.

But according to the adult's entrustment, she took care of him in this barren and dilapidated small yard for three full years.

In the past three years, he has always had this decadent look of dying.

In a monstrous fire, he lost his handsome appearance in the past, as if even the high-spirited prince he once was was also lost in the sea of ​​fire.

Du Yicui's patience had already been worn out during these boring three years, and because of his status as the prince, he still had some expectations in his heart.

But after so long, His Highness the Crown Prince disappeared without a trace, but the people of the Zhongyou Dynasty seemed to have no His Highness, and never sent anyone out to look for him, not even a single bit of news was released.

Du Yicui heard that three years ago, during the battle of Tianxi Sword Sect's Collapse of the Mountain, Lady Yingji seemed to go crazy even more completely after being injured by Tianxi Sword Sect, and she remained silent.

However, in the past few years of the Zhongyou Dynasty, the political turmoil has been severe, and the four vassal forces within the Dynasty have also begun to move around, gradually showing their claws.

Because the "Ghoul disaster" came from Jiuyou, many countries in the world suffered disasters, and this matter involved a lot, and even shocked the realm of the supernatural.

Emperor Taiyin, as one of the Four Sages, naturally held an unshakable position in the Six Realms, and the Shangqing Immortal Realm did indeed have the intention of suppressing the Zhongyou Dynasty.

All kinds of signs prove that Empress Zhongyou's life is approaching.

If the Zhongyou Dynasty can't take care of themselves, then His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in this house is nothing more than a piece of trash that exists in name only.

For a while, Du Yicui felt that his future was hopeless, and his thoughts towards Ying Xiu naturally became worse day by day.

She didn't extinguish the candle as she said, and brought a bowl of hot soup, she walked to the window.

Xu Shi's body was getting bloated and inconvenient, and the temper of the pregnant woman was not very good. Du Yicui gave Ying Xiu a cold look, and lost all the patience and coaxing temperament in the past, so he simply put the bowl aside heavily.

"Your Highness has been living in a state of inhumanity for the past few years, and this concubine is very sad to see it. If His Highness really doesn't have the slightest desire to survive, I will not dare to try to force His Highness to stay. This medicine is not easy to find, and it can be forced. His Highness's life.

If His Highness abandons himself, it is a matter of one word. From now on, my concubine will naturally not lick this face and continue to go to the ancient leader to ask for medicine for you. "

The corners of Ying Xiu's eyes twitched, and he slowly raised his gloomy gaze, and his voice contained a vague sense of mockery: "So it's Gu Sansong from Wan Dao Xianmeng."

　The past chapter is officially over

　　
　
(End of this chapter)