Feng Yin

Chapter 284

The Quartet is in chaos, so many choices.

In the dry well, Ouyang Yu, who guarded the safety and fortune of his life, hesitated every step of the way when faced with two faces that were almost similar.

"why?!"

Ouyang Yu was completely puzzled and turned into a doubt, staring at Lang Zhixuan who was desperately seeking death, he questioned in disappointment.

Lang Zhixuan, heartbroken like ashes, sneered sadly:
"Without her, the mountains and rivers are magnificent and picturesque. To me, they are meaningless and superfluous! You kill me, Ouyang Yu! As I said, we cannot share the same acupuncture points in life, and we must share the same acupoints in death." cave!"

Lang Zhixuan's voice of grief and indignation once again attracted Lang Xiexuan on the other side to look at him angrily:

"This kind of waste, even if it is kept, it has no use value! Ouyang Yu, what are you waiting for!"

Hearing the sound of righteous indignation, Ouyang Yu drew his sword decisively, and put it directly on Lang Zhixuan's shoulders:
"Okay! If you really want to die, I, Ouyang Yu, am willing to help you! But you have to think about it clearly. If you use this broken country as a funeral for you and the saint, you will go to the underworld. Can you and her get along?" Do you live in peace of mind? Let’s not say that the holy maiden cared about the common people wholeheartedly, and put her own safety at risk more than once, but also wanted to keep the people of Nanchuan safe, even those heroes of the Lang family who died in the battle. Do you still have the face to meet them? ? Lang Zhixuan, you are so selfish and cowardly, you are really not worthy of a saint!"

Lang Zhixuan heard it clearly, and was unable to step back for a while, and slammed into the stone wall beside him.Ouyang Yu's scolding gave him an instant enlightenment.

Secretly clenched his fists, and slowly raised his eyes, the face that was originally full of sadness was filled with majesty in an instant:

"You're right! Yu'er is dead, but her wish has not been fulfilled! If I can't fulfill her life's wish for her, what face will I have to meet her in Jiuquan!"

When Liluo saw Lang Zhixuan's decisive face, she turned her eyes to life in an instant.

Ouyang Yu slowly retracted his sword, and let out a long sigh of joy:
"It's really worthwhile for you to think like this..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain on his wrist, Ouyang Yu let out a painful cry, and lowered his eyes to look, but the long sword in his hand fell to the ground in an instant.

Li Luo gritted her teeth and channeled her strength, turned her palms to create a wind, and attracted the long sword to her hand.

The next moment, Lang Xiexuan, who didn't wait to be by his side, backed away in shock, flying his sword into the air, holding onto the darkness directly, he flew out of the dry well.

"Liluo..."

Ouyang Yu stumbled and staggered, one arm turned blue and purple in an instant.

"Sword Spirit Gu?!"

Lang Zhixuan frowned and murmured, stretched out his hand and pressed Ouyang Yu's key point, he turned his eyes to ponder, and asked again after a while:
"Ouyang, why do you have Chi You Sword?!"

Ouyang Yu was taken aback when he heard the sound, and couldn't help but exclaim:
"Chi You Sword? You mean, the Shang Fang Sword given to me by the Empress Dowager is the legendary Chi You Sword?!"

Lang Zhixuan nodded slowly, and Xu You questioned again:
"Xiexuan is so afraid of this Chi You sword, could it be..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes were already full of horror, and the seriousness on his face also revealed his innocence in an instant.

There was another bang, the scorching sulfur fire air wave, mixed with countless sharp gravel, rushed towards the face arrogantly.

"Get out of here!"

Lang Zhixuan hugged the unconscious Su Buer tightly, grabbed Ouyang Yu, and with enough energy, he flew straight out of the dry well.

"Master Shi Lang, General Fu Hu, save me quickly..."

After waiting steadily, he suddenly heard Su Ming'an's urgent pleading not far ahead, and the lightning mink's startled cry...

The ding-dong of dripping water resounded throughout the ice palace, as if every drop was a reminder to die;
The strange fragrance is bursting into the nostrils, but it still can't hide the strong coldness of the corpse.

Curly water mist, slowly circling, strangely transformed into shocking scenes in the cold air.

Feng Yu, who was trapped on the Xuanbing bed, was still full of fear.

That cold dagger, reflecting the glare of light reflected from the ice crystal rock, approached Feng Yu's beautiful face step by step.

"Heaven pays off! This face finally made me wait!"

The monk in front of him was dressed in green clothes, but he smiled strangely.It's just that Feng Yu could no longer associate him with the kind and kind eminent monk in his memory with the sharp blade tightly held in his palm.

"Cold and summer, dozens of spring and autumn, I don't know how many times I, A Qiu, looked forward to it, and how many times I was disappointed! Unexpectedly, the heavens really have eyes, and at the last moment when my heart was turned to ashes and I decided to give up, I gave up. I have sent you the most perfect gift!"

The rough fingertips slid across Feng Yu's face, and Feng Yu was frightened for a moment:

"Master, what is this..."

"Hush! Don't call me master, otherwise, how could I have the heart to take off your face..."

The monk in green who called himself Ah Qiu didn't wait for Feng Yu to say anything, he stretched out his finger and pressed it lightly on Feng Yu's lips.

"It's just that I never thought that the person who can regenerate this phoenix face for Ruochu is the person I least expected!"

"Ruochu?!"

Feng Yu wondered: "I... the real owner of my face is called Qingrui? Ruochu, who is Ruochu?!"

"Qingrui?!"

The green monk Ah Qiu shook his head with a smile, his face full of undisguised regret:

"Little student Qingrui's face has been decorated incomparably, and she really looks like Ruochu; it's a pity that her heart is too dirty and her desires are too heavy. I can't use such a lowly face to tarnish Ruochu." Chu! But you are different, your heart is very similar to Ruochu, so this face is the most suitable for Ruochu's pity that it can't be perfect!"

Feng Yu didn't know why, so she thought about it in surprise:
"Ruochu... Ruochu is the maiden name of Empress Kunfu!?"

"You are really smart!"

The green monk Ah Chou sighed again: "Such a gift of ice and snow can really compare to Ruochu's brilliance back then! But, you are not her after all, and Ruochu's heroism and chic are missing from your bones! But it doesn't matter, Your forbearance and persistence can completely make up for these flaws!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand towards Feng Yu's face, and gently pushed with his palm.

After a burst of misty white smoke, Feng Yu only felt that her consciousness was gradually fainting.

Holding on to one side of her mind, Feng Yu was powerless to persevere:

"If I'm going to die... I should die to understand... the Empress Ruochu you're talking about, and me, Feng Yu, and Qing Rui, and... and my mother who carries Qing Rui's portrait... What do we... ...What is the origin..."

After he stopped speaking, a burst of dizziness suddenly struck, and for just a split second, Feng Yu raised his eyes as heavy as lead.

The monk in Tsing Yi held a dagger, stepped forward with a smile, and gently pressed the dagger to the center of Feng Yu's forehead, while speaking calmly:

"During decades of summer, summer and winter, Ah Qiu traveled all over the world, and picked countless flowers and branches with unique roots to give Ruo Chu a perfect face!
Dieyi is too smart, her light even overwhelms Ruochu, such a strange woman is not suitable to perfect my Ruochu after all, so, in the end, we can only become friends who talk about everything;

Qingrui is too dark, her desire and excessive persistence are not worthy of Ruochu's Yujie Bingxin, so, in the end, we are no more than a master-student match;
Only you, Feng Yu, the Jiaorou whom I saved inadvertently with a thought of kindness, survived this baptism of the world of mortals, and finally blossomed into a spirit like Chu Ruochu.So, in the end, we can't be friends, and we don't have the chance to be mentors and apprentices. If you want, just call me an enemy!Remember, my name is A Qiu! "

Feng Yu's consciousness was completely slackened at the same time as "Ah Chou", but it seemed that someone eagerly let out a shout before she fell into chaos, but what was that sentence, Feng Yu finally had no chance listen……

Mausoleum of Emperor Tianhua, in front of Duke Lang's mausoleum.

Feng Lin was proud, and raised his brows against the wind; the eunuch Fan was determined and stood resolutely.

"Are you serious, willing to destroy the imperial mausoleum of the Lang family with your own hands for the sake of the people of Nanchuan?! Don't tell me, you are not afraid, just thinking about it, will destroy the imperial aura of the Lang family from now on?!"

Huan Zhifan blinked and smiled, with a calm face:
"General Feng, you have fought for the rest of your life, killing and conquering the world. This eunuch has the guts to ask, from General Feng's point of view, how can we achieve the unification of thousands of generations?!"

Feng Lin frowned and pondered, then replied in a cold voice:
"Only when the ruler and his ministers are of one mind can he rule the world! Love the people like a son, and only then can he inherit it!"

Huan Zhifan smiled when he heard the words, and shook his head again:
"You are wrong! General Feng! In Huan's opinion, there has never been an emperor who can rule the ages, because people's desires will never stop; but there is always no shortage of people who can pass on from generation to generation, because faith has never been missing! Maybe one day, there will be no monarchs and ministers in this world, only people who are equal to all beings, and perhaps such a world can truly last forever!"

Feng Lin was silent when he heard the sound, but just bowed his head and thought for a while.

After a bang, the cracks on the sides of the two suddenly broke, and the magma was fierce for a moment.

Feng Lin looked at the eunuch Fan Zhifan who was in the midst of the water and fire, but still calm, couldn't help but sighed and cupped his hands:
"Perhaps Dieyi is right! You are the most suitable person to be Wang Nanchuan! It's just a pity that nothing is wrong! You and I have to make our own choices and be responsible for ourselves!"

Huan Zhifan smiled slowly, walked forward, and bent his knees straight to the tomb of Duke Lang, bowing three times and bowing six times.

After a silent sacrifice, Huan Zhifan issued an order calmly:
"Go ahead!"

……

Step out of the Zen Palace and stop at the city gate.

Lang Zhixuan and Ouyang Yu looked at the misery with floating corpses in front of them, and were speechless in grief and indignation for a moment.

After a long time, Lang Zhixuan clenched his palms into fists and gritted his teeth firmly:
"You are right! The mountains and rivers are broken, and the country is in chaos. If I leave such a country in the world, even if I die, I will have no face to face her!"

As soon as the words fell, a very familiar applause suddenly came from the side:

"Don't expand the country, don't worry about the country, what does the prince have to do to hire a beauty?!"

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(End of this chapter)