long night walk

Chapter 892 It's night, the wind blows
Bai Lian lowered his eyelashes, and there seemed to be a mist burning in his dark pupils.

Ying Ji didn't notice Bai Lian's expression, and continued: "When my whole world is plunged into darkness and my eyes are dark, I always want to find something to look forward to."

Bai Lian raised his head: "So you created Ying Xiu as a substitute for that child?"

Ying Ji frowned, and said: "My child is naturally unique in this world, and no one can replace it. I have never had such self-deception thoughts."

Baili'an's heart was hit suddenly, it was warm and dull pain.

Ying Ji laughed at herself: "I don't care what the world thinks of me. If I really used that child as a substitute, why would I name him Ying Xiu instead of Zang Jian?"

She snorted softly: "Winner, hide in your sleeve? Most people in the world like to make up things that are fabricated out of thin air.

Back then, I took off a strand of my son's hair, carved it into a talisman, and created a Kui Puppet that looked exactly like my son. It was placed in the Queen's Palace. It was a lifeless, soulless shell, used to see things and think about them. Just people. "

"It's just that I didn't expect that the empty shell made of my son's breath into the talisman can only exist in Zhongyou for 20 years.

It was actually attracted by the ghosts of the earth's yin in the Zhongyou Dynasty, and after a long period of time, it actually gathered water to form a lake, and a 'new' life was born in that empty shell. "

Bailian was dumbfounded.

He never thought that Ying Xiu was born in this way.

Necromancers of the earth's yin, illusory and ethereal things, are formed by the consciousness of gathering human beings after death, and it is too late to dissipate and return.

Just like the invisible water mist and steam floating in the human world, although invisible to the naked eye, it can exist everywhere. It is so subtle that it cannot even support the most basic and loose spiritual consciousness.

But it is such a small thing that can be stored anywhere. To that body, it is like a wave of energy condensed by the countless microorganisms attached to it.

"Both Baili Yu and I don't want to announce Xiao An's death to the public. After Ying Xiu was born, I did all my calculations, but I couldn't calculate that he could inherit some of Xiao An's memories during his lifetime, and mistakenly thought that he was the Prince Zhongyou.

When he parasitized Kui Puppet, the consciousness he condensed had an extremely strong desire to survive, and everything had a spirit.

I don't want to kill him just because he doesn't ask for much, it's just the position of the crown prince, and I promised him that. "

For Ying Ji, the position of the crown prince or Xu Yin is not important.

For her, the important thing she wants to protect with all her heart is long gone.

The only thing she can't give generously is the name Bai Lian.

Therefore, for the past 200 years, he has only been the crown prince Yingshou, not her Bai Lian.

Out of responsibility, Ying Ji struggled to support the Zhongyou Dynasty. How could she fail to see Ying Xiu's desire and longing for power, fame and fortune.

If he really has the ability to take charge of inheriting Zhongyou, she doesn't mind nurturing him.

In this way, she would like to be alone and return to her soul.

Everyone said that Ying Ji was a madman, but who knew that the almost cruel sobriety in her heart was tortured day and night.

The candle light went out and shone on Bai Lian's face.

He looked down at Ying Ji, his eyes were a little quiet, and he suddenly smiled and said, "Yes, it's just the crown prince, if he is allowed to be."

Things that can be easily given away are naturally not worth mentioning.

Even in the hearts of the world, the identity of Prince Zhongyou symbolizes supreme power.

As long as you have the heart, maybe one day in the future with this identity, you can shake hands with half of the world's mountains and rivers, which is a dream.

But for Ying Ji and Bai Lian, this identity is just a simple title in the eyes of their mother and son.

only……

Bai Li'an's eyes darkened, and he said Youyou: "If Yingxiu uses his identity to hurt the empress and deal with Zhongyou, I won't let him live a happy life."

From the beginning to the end, he never felt guilty or owed to Ying Xiu, but only sympathized with him as a substitute for success in the eyes of others.

But today, after listening to my mother's words, I found that no one has ever regarded him as his substitute.

Mother never had it, and Su Jingyin Baishuang even more so.

Yes, it's just a dream of a prince woven by himself, driven by power, willing to cling to his wife's body.

For example, you can never wake a person who pretends to be asleep.

Bai Lian found a pillow, put it under Ying Ji's head, got up, and walked towards the secret door behind the seat.

Ying Ji talked a little too much tonight, she was very sentimental, she squinted tiredly, watching Bai Lian's figure disappearing in the secret door, and fell into a deep sleep without paying attention.

During the rainy season, she was drowsy, but her sleep was extremely shallow, and she couldn't sleep well no matter what.

This sleep, before Yinshi was awakened by the sound of wind and rain outside the window.

In the hall, there was dampness in the coolness, and Ying Ji found that she had slept on the bed at some point, and she could still feel the slightest chill with the blanket draped over her body.

The night was quiet, the desolate little south wind, with the coolness of rain, blew the curtains, and the empty and lonely sound of rain lingered in the corridor non-stop.

The room is warmed by candles and lights, a small stove on the desk is simmering hot porridge, steaming several trays of dumplings, the young man next to the desk is still wearing the Tsing Yi from last night, holding a cattail fan in his hand, sitting on a chair and gently shaking the fan to light the fire.

Ying Ji was surprised that he came out so quickly.

Just think that this young man is a smart one, knowing that the four seals are difficult to accept, he simply gave up after entering, and came out earlier, saving wasted effort.

Seeing her wake up, Bai Li'an served a bowl of hot porridge and said: "The food is ready for today, your empress can rest in the hall."

Ying Ji once dug out her spiritual roots and injured her roots. For hundreds of years, although she was supported by the ghost veins, her body has never recovered.

If there is nothing important to do, her body will be in a state of fatigue in her spare time.

But in recent days, Zhongyou has a lot of affairs, how can he just rest in the palace for a whole day casually.

Just as Ying Ji was about to speak, Bai Lian got up, caught a cat out of nowhere, and threw it into her arms: "Be obedient."

Ying Ji stared blankly at the cat on her bed, she was...

Being coaxed like a three-year-old?

……

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Zhongyou, the imperial city, the city gate is wide open.

At this time, led by Ying Xiu, mighty and mighty, he led a pair of men and horses, driving straight into the interior of the imperial city, approaching the Palace of National Government.

"What is the meaning of this, His Royal Highness?" Yin Wang Sanyang looked coldly at the sects of immortals behind Ying Xiu.

Inside the National Government Hall, there are all the ministers of Zhongyou, including the six kings of Yin.

"His Royal Highness used his body as an order to force the Zhongyou city guards to open the city gates to welcome His Highness. How could Your Highness take advantage of the loyalty of soldiers and ministers to you to lead outside monks from the immortal sect to trespass on our Zhongyou Imperial Land? !"

Obviously, Ying Xiu hadn't returned for three years, and he did such an unbearable thing as soon as he came back, which had already made most of the people in the Zhongyou Dynasty resent and angry.

From ancient times to the present, there are no more than seven foreign monks who can stand upright on the Zhongyou National Government Hall.

But today, there are more than a thousand people led here by Ying Xiu personally!
Above the main hall, Zhongyou's minister's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

The foreign monks who followed Ying Xiu all the way to the main hall were disciples of Tiannan Sect.

Among them are the elite disciples of the first-class sects of cultivating immortals in the thousands of mountains of the eastern countries.

Although none of the three Heavenly Dao sect disciples were in the team, the most impressive one was the Wan Dao Immortal League Loose Cultivator in the purple robe of the saber-toothed tiger totem.

Among this batch of casual cultivators of the Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance, there are 76 people who have crossed the Tribulation Realm.

Standing in front of the palace is King Qiao Yu, who ranks third among the six Yin kings, his eyes are as deep as the sea.

76 cultivators in the Transcending Tribulation Realm, such a number of onlookers all came from a sect.

The Tribulation Crossing Immortals of the Three Heavenly Dao Sects combined are not enough for the Wan Dao Immortal League to have as many forces.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that the Myriad Dao Immortal League, which rose halfway and was famous for its miscellaneous cultivation, would have such a deep foundation.

You must know that the Myriad Dao Immortal League is full of calculations, and it has only a short history of more than 500 years.

It is unimaginable how many spirit stone resources and pills are needed to accumulate 76 immortals.

The development trend of Wan Dao Xianmeng has obviously exceeded the natural principles of the human practice system.

Although I knew that the Wandao Immortal Alliance scattered cultivators spread all over the world, winning by numbers, contacts, and business.

It can stand shoulder to shoulder with the three sects of Heaven and Dao, but who would have thought that it is not only casual cultivators, but also immortals from the Tribulation Realm, and the Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance is also overwhelming the three sects.

With such a large scale and background, even the Liuyin King of the Zhongyou Dynasty had to be cautious.

The Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance, which has been keeping a low profile for so many years, is beginning to show its glory, and the first choice for its fangs is not the three sects of Heaven and Dao.

It's the Zhongyou Dynasty, which is far more powerful than the Three Sects and has the power to kill ghosts and gods!
This ambition is not small.

Ying Xiu stood in front of many foreign cultivators, standing straight and dignified.

Compared with three years ago, his temperament seemed more calm and restrained.

Outside the hall, the light of the pale golden sky shone on his face, his brows were still handsome, and he didn't see the dirty and gloomy look on the sick bed before June.

The talisman sword that he carried with him was destroyed in the White Camel Mountain. He replaced it with a fairy sword with extraordinary aura, pinned on his waist, shining brightly, matching the pulsation of the spiritual nodes in his body.

Seeing this strange appearance, Qiao Yu squinted her eyes deeply, and couldn't help but look carefully. With a glance of insight, she saw a spirit exuding a majestic sword energy hidden deep in Ying Xiu's heart. root.

Judging from its quality, it is actually a top-grade visionary sword spirit root.

Abnormal spirits are hard to come by, they are rare treasures, and the root of the sword spirit is even more precious.

Throughout the past and present, there were only a handful of people who possessed the sword spirit root. Today's Tianxi sword master can achieve the status of today's achievement, all based on the sword spirit root bestowed by heaven.

Ying Xiu, as a mediocre young master whom Tianxi disliked, although he was talented in cunning, in fact, since his birth, his spiritual root level was not as high as Fanjierer, and he was only qualified to practice Daoist swordsmanship.

But the crown prince traveled abroad for several years and did not return. He only heard that he disappeared in Baituo Mountain three years ago. Now that he returned, the middle-grade spirit root with mediocre aptitude turned out to be a rare sword spirit root that is hard to find.

Seeing this, King Qiao Yu didn't feel any relief in his heart.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

His Royal Highness has changed so much this time, which may not necessarily be a good thing.

Facing the questioning eyes of Zhongyou's courtiers, Ying Xiu smiled nonchalantly, and said: "I was born alone in Zhongyou and grew up in Zhongyou, so how could I use my Zhongyou people to do cholera in Zhongyou. "

Qiao Yu's figure stood tall like a mountain, and he looked at Ying Xiu without the usual care and love in his eyes. He said softly:

"Then I don't know what is the meaning of your Highness leading the outsiders to invade my Zhongyou Loess? Your Highness is not ignorant of what the National Government Palace symbolizes for Zhongyou, right?"

Being looked at indifferently by his most respected elders, Ying Xiu's attitude is still very respectful.

The words that came out were chilling to the bone: "I am doing this alone, only for the sake of heaven and earth, to solve the seclusion in the world of suffering, so that those who have prejudices in their eyes will all shut up and be quiet."

As he said that, he took a step forward, faced the holy seat of the hall, cupped his hands and bowed deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I respectfully ask you to show your sanctity! Your Majesty, I have something to announce!"

There is only one His Majesty in Zhongyou, and even though that Majesty is a woman, she is the only one who is qualified to appear on the Holy Throne as a Holy King.

In front of the National Government Hall, invite the emperor to manifest his spirit, and his words are pleasing to the ear. No matter where the empress or empress is, she can hear the voice of this side.

Qiao Yu could hear clearly.

It was His Majesty, not the mother, who was calling in Ying's sleeves.

Seeing the court today, it also reveals a three-point ruthless and blatant ambition!
Last night, the Liuyin Kings had just returned from discussing matters in the Empress Palace, and they knew what a terrible situation His Majesty was in at the moment.

After they left last night, even He Xingyun was worried about His Majesty's physical condition, and used medicine to treat her, but cut off an arm, almost losing his life.

As the only medical officer in Zhongyou, His Majesty certainly knows how precious and important He Xingyun's hands are. If she is sober and able to control herself, how could she be willing to kill such a highly skilled Feng Yu.

In the past, His Majesty was trapped in madness and illness, and it took at least seven days to wake up and come out.

His Royal Highness Yingxiu's entry into Shu to return to the imperial court, the preface of the palace's words, clearly intended to take advantage of this critical period to mess with her mind and drive her crazy.

Qiao Yu was furious: "The wicked beast is presumptuous!"

Ying Xiu straightened his body again, and a long wind came into the palace, blowing his emotionless face.

In the face of King Yin's anger, he showed no timidity, and his usual gentleness and courtesy were completely replaced by coldness and sternness.

"Why, the Palace of the Three Kings still has to take action against the prince Gu!" His gaze was like a sword, as if it was burning with lightning!
Qiao Yu was touched by his sharp gaze, and the corners of his eyes were in unbearable pain, as if he was really brushed by the dense sword intent, and he had the appearance of great sword energy.

Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes, his expression suddenly turned cold, and amidst the ups and downs of breath, a pair of pupils suddenly opened, and the dark color of the pupils suddenly spread, occupying the entire eyeball.

The extremely pure pitch-black color is like the night falling, without the sun, moon and sky, easily swallowing the strong sword aura emanating from Ying Xiu invisible under the long night.

In the next moment, the eyesight of everyone in the hall was also swallowed up, as if they were in an extremely dark night, and only heard the sound of the wind splitting the sky.

The energy flow was momentarily chaotic, and when the light finally came, the figure of King Qiao Yu's palace had disappeared in place and appeared in front of Ying Xiu, with a sword pointing firmly between Ying Xiu's heart.

Round after round of black circles of light circled round and round, imprisoning Ying Xiu's vitality to death.

The gap between the two is like heaven and earth. Under his finger, Ying Xiu's life is as fragile as thin paper.

As long as Qiao Yu had a thought, he could die suddenly on the spot.

But after all, he is the prince of Zhongyou, the only son of the Empress.

Of course, it is impossible for anyone to dare to kill the prince in front of the palace.

(End of this chapter)