(Previous Chapter) 2-1 Step away from Zizhu and meet again(1/2)
Rivers and lakes, dry and yellow thoughts
The love is several feet deep, and we promise each other until we die.
Mountains and rivers turn, Yan Gaoxuan
The distance between life and death is long, ranging from a thousand years to ten thousand years
During the reign of Emperor Zhongzong of the Tang Dynasty, Queen Wei, with the help of Shangguan Wan'er, made remarkable achievements, which led to the gradual control of the power of the government by the Queen Wei family.
Shangguan Wan'er cultivated a large number of cronies, recruited cultivating sects from all over the world, and suppressed Zhang Jianzhi, Jinghui and other heroes and opponents of Shenlong's coup. The government was in chaos, and the world became more unstable. Foreign relatives were in power, eunuchs were favored, and wise ministers were favored. Many people have been deposed, corrupt officials are rampant, and coupled with successive years of floods and droughts, it has reached a situation where the people are in dire straits and mourning is everywhere.
In March, south of Chang'an, at the Qinling Mountains.
This place is called Jueming Cliff. It is very steep and precipitous. No one who has not come here with magical powers to protect his body has survived. And there is a peak standing on the cliff. It is known that Jueming Cliff is so dangerous, and the peak on the cliff is even more daunting. , which means despair, hence the name: Despair Peak.
The peak of despair in March hastily said goodbye to the cold of winter and ushered in the beauty of spring.
In the morning after a night of drizzle, the sun is rising and the morning dew is shining through. You can still imagine the drizzle hitting the branches and leaves last night, and the birds chirping happily along with the rustling of mulberry trees.
The peach blossoms are scorching, the pear trees are snowing, the mountains are lush, and the ground is in bloom. Even the beautiful and dignified magnolias are competing for their beauty. The pretty and eye-catching winter jasmine has quietly bloomed on the branches, but the touching and fragrant apricot blossoms have taken the lead early. The aroma is refreshing.
In this quiet and green deep mountain, the mountains, the water, the trees, the stones, the grass, the flowers, and the clear spring are enough to make people forget about hatred, forget about suffering, and forget about all kinds of things. The sad past. Carrying the fragrant apricot branches, stepping on this gentle breath, you can abandon the noise in the world. With just a few breezes, your heart will naturally feel cool and peaceful, making your heart as calm as a bend of clear water, clear and translucent. , crystal clear, flowing slowly in the bottom of my heart, cleaning away the heart stained by the fireworks of the world.
However, on the peak of the mountain, there is a broken and incomplete stone tablet that stands out. The ground is surrounded by rubble. It has been buried deep in the mud for many years. There should be several numbers on the stone tablet. A poem, but only two sentences were pieced together: "The Peak of Despair on the Cliff of Destiny" and "There is no general in the general's ambition."
When I climbed to the top and looked at the Central Plains, I couldn't help but lament:
Xiaoxiao leaves are covered with wind and rain, and the spring is fragrant. It will be green, fat, red and thin again.
In the world of mortals, mulberry trees and Cang Cang, how can they forget each other in the world of rivers and lakes?
At this time, looking from Despair Peak to Jueming Cliff, there were thousands of cultivators gathered there. The scene was very spectacular. These people came from different sects and were dressed in different styles. They held magic weapons tightly in their hands, surrounded by eight people wearing Man in black.
Suddenly, dark clouds rolled and galloped in the sky, coming over from all directions. They piled up in piles and became denser and denser. They pressed over like thousands of troops, leaving everyone on the cliff dumbfounded. There is also a conversation between two people, the sound is very loud.
"Lu Yifan!"
"I know, Master! It's so long-winded!"
"It must succeed, and history must be rewritten!"
"Yes, it fulfills its mission!"
All the people on the cliff, as long as they were not deaf, heard this conversation. Most of the cultivation disciples tied their weapons back to their waists and kowtowed to worship this grace from heaven. As soon as they heard something about rewriting history, Yes, everyone kowtowed even harder and shouted "Long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live, long live", especially the shouts of the hundreds of soldiers beside Shangguan Wan'er, which were deafening and shook the valley.
After the sound in the cloud disappeared, the crowd became a little commotion.
"The voice in the cloud seems to have disappeared."
"But there are still so many clouds."
"Should we still arrest the Evil King from Another World, or should we kneel like this?"
"For the sake of Queen Wei's eternal career, I will definitely arrest her."
"The Evil Lord from Another World is currently doing exercises to heal his injuries. Wouldn't it be better to go up directly?"
"What kind of morality can we tell him? When he recovers, even if a thousand of us come together, we will not be his opponent."
Such a conversation made everyone wake up, and while they were talking about it, they also started to become agitated.
It turns out that everyone gathered here in such a sensation because they wanted to catch the evil king from another world who was doing exercises to heal his injuries in front of him, and establish a reputation for himself, so that he could become rich and famous in the future.
Standing next to Shangguan Wan'er is a woman, wearing a turquoise gown. She is the lover of the evil king from another world who has been separated for five years. She is being held hostage by Shangguan Wan'er with a sword against her neck. It is precisely because of this woman's
Appeared, the evil king from another world was deeply hurt.
Shangguan Wan'er said to the evil king from another world who was recovering from his injuries:
"Evil King from Another World, you heard it. This is the voice from Heaven. He told us that the world will soon belong to Queen Wei. I advise you to kill yourself to save me from doing anything."
After saying that, he made an orchid finger gesture, beckoning everyone to come together.
Everyone saw Shangguan Wan'er's order, picked up the magic weapons in their hands, and slowly approached the Evil King from Another World, hoping to kill the Eight People including the Evil King from Another World together.
One of the eight men in black clothes said to the evil king from another world:
"Master, let's deal with it first, and you can heal your wounds first."
After saying that, the seven men in black protected the evil king from another world in the middle and took a stance to fight back...
The evil king from another world is the leader of the Ghost Demon Sect. The difference from the group of people in front of him is that they are people who practice cultivation skills, while the evil king from another world is a person who practices ghost walking skills. Because practicing ghost walking skills is
It requires the energy of demons and ghosts, so it is called a demon by the world. Therefore, the Guisha Sect is spurned by the cultivation sect and is also called a demon sect.
In fact, the reason is not only that, but also because the Guisha Sect often opposed the imperial court, robbed the rich, helped the poor, and massacred corrupt officials, which made them hated by those in power. Empress Wei was worried that the Guisha Sect would become her emperor in the future.
This stumbling block allowed Shangguan Wan'er to gather together all the cultivation sects in the world to massacre the Guisha sect in the name of righteousness.
However, the "seven-color sword technique" of the evil king from another world is extremely powerful and can turn the world upside down, so he treats these rabble as nothing.
However, the evil king from another world still cannot escape the weakness of human nature.
Speaking of the evil king from another world, we have to start with Chang'an last night...
Reminiscing about the night in Chang'an is really unforgettable.
The night is covered with the last soft light of dusk, the reflection of the lanterns is like the moon, the shadow of the moon is hazy in the water, the wind is blowing the pink pistils, the waves are sparkling, like a dream.
Teahouses, restaurants, brothels, the sound of music is endless, the dances are dazzling and unrestrained, the string drums are played, the sleeves are raised, and the fluffy clothes are dancing, and the music is reflected in the heart.
The sound shook the long street.
The streets are bustling with people coming and going, leaving behind laughter, poems and songs, and fireworks in the world.
In the sweet dream of Chang'an, there are beautiful banquets in the midst of music and songs, I don't get drunk in colorful clothes and feathers, I dance with sleeves in the morning and evening, and thousands of gold are scattered in Chang'an overnight.
Cheers! Qiongjiuyulong.
Come on! I will return to my dream with my poems.
Nostalgic! The dim light shadow.
Eternal night! Singing and dancing bring peace.
But all this is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the evil king from another world. He is sitting at the highest point of Chang'an City, wearing a half-ghost mask and night clothes, drinking from the altar while talking to the hallucinations in front of him.
"I'm drunk and don't want to be sober again."
"How long."
"It's been five years since you left."
"Why bother!"
It has been five years since I left her named Zizhu. I have been missing her for five years, and every time I miss her, it is like a thousand arrows piercing my heart, and I feel so painful that I don’t want to live anymore.
And such conversations have become commonplace. The frustrated evil king from another world is still very graceful. He looks at the black and crystal clear eyes of Zizhu in the hallucination, and he puts the wine jar in his hand into his mouth from time to time, lusting for it.
Drunk, wanting to dream, wanting to cry, wanting to be in pain.
The Evil Lord from Another World shook the wine jar a few times and it was empty, but I was still very sober.
"Heaven comes to the restaurant manager, where is he! Here is a jar of soul-destroying wine!"
The sound shook through Chang'an Street, and the echoes lingered around.
After a while, I saw the shopkeeper of Tianrenlai Restaurant walking out, chubby and swaying, holding a wine jar as big as his belly, named "Banbu Dian", and looking around.
Looking for the sound of shouting.
The evil king from another world shook his sleeves, dispelling the illusion, jumped up, and carried away the wine jar from the shopkeeper's arms at the speed of a shadow. The shopkeeper didn't notice it, only to feel a gust of wind coming, and he stood there with his mouth wide open.
I was so surprised that even though I was lost in thought for a long time, I could still hear the sound of a bag of copper coins being thrown, and the echo of "good wine" that was not far away.
Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty was full of traffic and lights. Although it looked bright, it was already dark and dark in the eyes of the evil king from another world.
Cars rolling, horses neighing
Falling flowers and mud as companions
Sword-raising half-position Qinggong Xing
Who knows about flying over eaves and walking over walls?
Tiger roars, wolf roars
Lianjun and Du Kang invite each other
Drinking soul-destroying wine alone all your life
Staggering around Chang'an sky
But it can’t be eliminated
Cold wind weeps
Heartbroken
The evil king from another world is just like this, wandering around and walking through the eaves of the house.
"ah!"
"Run!"
To be continued...