Fu Canglu

Chapter 623 Waiting for the Wind to Come

Numerous crystalline fragments of red frost were floating on the top of the Silver City.

Chen Wanjuan's red shirt was already in a bit of a mess, his broken chest, that withered red flower, completely shattered into dust.

He looked at the seven families at the head of Yincheng.

Then he turned his eyes slowly, and turned his gaze to the three people in the South China Sea under Yincheng City.

Chen Wanjuan looked a little sad. He stretched out a hand and wiped the blood on the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, not caring about the messy hair.

"Oh you people."

"Sanctified."

The Confucian scholar on the top of the city was staggering, and there was still scattered blood on the red shirt, which was quickly covered by the wind and snow and turned into bright frost particles.

With a hoarse voice, he stared at Ye Shisan at the top of the wall, and said word by word: "One by one. Keep saying that you don't agree with this marriage. Put on a posture of fighting to the death. Hah."

He had a sharp voice, suppressed his anger, and his brows and eyes were full of ferocity and resignation.

"But why!"

"Why? Why do you disagree, and I will hand it over to others?"

When Chen Wanjuan said this, he was leaning against the city wall of Yincheng, and the red shirt on his chest was scattered. If he opened it to look at it, he could even see clearly the fishy smell printed on his chest when the "Nan Shengren" just waved his sleeves. Red palm prints.

"You are here to snatch the marriage for Yi Xiao, and you want to take Wei Lingshan away from Yincheng." Panting with difficulty, he asked sarcastically, "Have you ever asked, Wei Lingshan, if she is willing to go with you?"

There was silence.

Su Fu's expression became very ugly.

Song Zhiqing clenched his teeth.

Most of the members of the Seven Great Families have the same appearance as before, with a murderous aura, and they are generous and brave when they go to death.

In their view, this is an inevitable thing.

In Lanling City, His Royal Highness and Wei Lingshan were created by nature, a couple of gods and gods.

They didn't understand the development of the situation, they didn't know what happened, they only saw this wedding post, and the flying black belt on Su's handrail where the seven families gathered.

that's enough.

Enough for them to come to Yincheng to snatch the marriage, stand behind Su Fu, draw out the sword and sword for the future Patriarch of the Su family, and finally say that sentence

"I disagree!"

But did the person who came to snatch the marriage ask Wei Lingshan?

Such an absurd wedding. It was so absurd that everyone who snatched the marriage felt very naturally that there was no need to seek the opinion of Miss Wei on this matter.

Chen Wanjuan's eyes flicked over Su Fu and Song Zhiqing who had ugly faces, he smiled in a low voice, looked embarrassed, and cast his eyes down the city.

Young Master Xiaotao's face remained calm.

She slowly narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. The purple figure in her mind lingered like a butterfly, but one day after the big avalanche, it fell completely.

No one knew that when the "news of Yi Xiao's death" reached Nanhai, she immediately connected to Wei Lingshan's soul sea through mind reading.

That purple butterfly, in the soul sea one day, sent out a faint cry for help.

"save"

Not even a second word came.

After that day, Young Master Xiaotao could no longer connect Wei Lingshan's soul sea with mind reading.

It's not that the connection was cut off.

But all the news, all accepted, but not responded.

The woman in the yellow shirt who was sitting in the wheelchair clenched the handle of the chair with both hands, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Chen Wanjuan who was in a state of distress on the top of the wall.

She has been waiting for this sentence.

She came here not only to snatch the marriage, but also to find out what happened.

And the best way to find out
It is to let the fallen purple butterfly reappear in the world.

See all beings.

Young Master Xiaotao's gaze swept across the city from top to bottom, the toppled Silver Gate, the Red Sea has been exhausted, and the city is empty, without a single figure.

She said, "So, what about Miss Wei?"

The four faint lacquer lights pierced through the sky and the earth in the wind and snow, and at the top of the three towers and one hall, the pitch-black soul fire boiled and burned.

The Moon Reflecting Little Demon Realm was not like this before.

The soul fire of the three pagodas and one hall was as white as the wind and snow before, swaying and condensing the ice and frost. There is no night in this small world, but at this moment, it seems that the eternal night is coming, and the earth is dark and pale. , like three big dark moons rising.

In the pagoda hall, if every quiet room is empty, there will be wind and frost lingering, spreading from the cracks in the door, rolling around the incense in the empty quiet room, and gradually condensing into a human shape.

If there are people in the quiet room, they will be covered with wind and frost, their eyebrows and long hair will be all white, they will sit cross-legged like an old tree, and their breathing will be weak and bleak. The heartbeat frequency is exactly the same.

Every practitioner who sits cross-legged in the meditation room is like an ancient puppet, who has been lifted by the strings, so even breathing no longer belongs to him.

The three ancient pagodas were swayed by the invisible wind and snow, as if the flames of nothingness had been ignited, and tens of millions of incense were sent to the one and only Wind and Snow Hall.

No one ever thought that "Tai Xu" would have such an evil side.

Zhuan nourishes the soul, deprives the soul power, stops offering incense to the host, prolongs life, and practices independently.

If you only look at the behavior, this is the supreme magic way.

And in the main hall, the real master of "Tai Xu" has already lost his real figure in this small world, and every wind and snow is his real body.

She escaped from the wind and snow and came to the gate of the palace. She walked all the way, her slender ankles were surrounded by the breeze. If she looked at her face, she looked like a fairy in the sky.

After the Wind and Snow Hall, there is a desolation, where the frost kills all the grasses, but the grass leaves here are withered but not withered, pale and straight, all the way to the dark cave entrance, there is a violent sound of wind and snow shaking iron chains.

The Little Demon Realm of Yingyue is a prison.

In the back mountain of Fengxue Hall is the real prison.

And there is a prison where the chains of nothingness have not been lifted.

There is no wind and snow torture to torture the soul, and there is no endless samsara torture.

Yes, just a woman with a phoenix crown and a xiapei.

"Miss Wei."

"Miss Wei, is Zeng An okay?"

"What happened to Miss Wei?"

One voice after another came across nothingness and fell on the heart lake. At first, they were puzzled and confused, and then they were anxious, becoming more and more frequent.

"Miss Wei, where are you in danger now? Why didn't you answer?"

"After the heavy snow collapsed, did everything go smoothly? Did the blueprint ever find his whereabouts?"

The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

In the end it was calm.

The last voice lingered for a long time.

Have you ever found his whereabouts?
The ancient lamp was lit up, and a thin layer of mist formed on the bronze mirror. After being wiped clean by the blowing wind and snow, the bewildered and moving face was reflected.

Wei Lingshan stared blankly at the haggard woman in the bronze mirror who shed two lines of tears.

She seems to have spent thousands of years.

In the sea of ​​souls, there are countless chains condensed by wind and snow, and there is an invisible force that draws all the strength out of him.

She could hear, she could see, but she couldn't move a finger.

Love, hatred, hatred, ignorance, and resentment, they rotate in this kind of torment.

As everyone knows, in the prison of Fengxue Yincheng, such torture is not even considered torture.

"Miss Wei!"

I do not know how long it has been.

The second sound smashed into the heart lake, with a bright blue light, and even tore open a hole blocked by Fengshuang.

It's a pity that there are too many shackles in the prison. Outside of the secular world, neither the mind-reading of the Eight Great Heavens, nor his mind-sighting of the six great supernatural powers of Buddhism, can't leave a deep enough mark.

The moment Su Fu received the wedding post, he rushed to the Darong Temple without stopping.

The little monk Qingshi had already practiced closed-mouth meditation, so he didn't speak any more, and borrowed a shoulder to help Su Fu break through the soul power blockade of the Little Demon Realm of Yingyue, and sent out words one after another.

"That wedding post."

"December [-]."

"Snatching a relative. Opposing"

"Believe it, he is still alive!"

Wei Lingshan wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. She heard the tick-tock liquid falling from the table, and the green frost curled up like smoke.

The woman in the mirror is crying.

There is a big mahogany table in the room, on which lies a bright red peony.

The wind and frost blowing, the peony pinned to the chest, rolled gently, rolled several times, and finally rolled to the copper mirror frame, the root of a petal was shaking and trembling, like a rolling red cloud, finally gently The flying up, down, vanishing into ashes.

he will come
After a long time, the second fragile red flower petal flew out, shattered in mid-air, and was blown away by the wind and frost.

Will he come?

If all the waiting has results after counting the petals, then all the suffering should have the best ending.

When only the last petal of this peony was left, the petal shook stubbornly and refused to fall.

he will come.

Almost all of Wei Lingshan's thoughts were focused on the crumbling flower.

Bachi Mountain collapsed with heavy snow.

Everyone said he was dead.

No, it's not like that.

If another gust of wind blows and the last petal falls, it will be "he will come".

he will come.

When the wind blows, he will come.

All of a sudden, outside the quiet room, there was a sudden snowstorm, and the gust of wind rushed in, surging and covering everything in the quiet room with a layer of solid ice.

Someone calmly opened the door and entered, stirring up a gust of wind.

The red flower with only one petal left quickly withered and finally fell apart.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, looking at this woman with two lines of tears hanging on her face, she looks like I feel pity, one after another invisible silk thread deprived her of all her soul power.

The technique of Taixu will deprive her of all consciousness.

All that was left was to crush her last ounce of obsession.

She spoke woodenly and ruthlessly.

"He won't come."

"He is dead."

(End of this chapter)