Cheng Zhiyuan was slightly annoyed when he heard the words of compensation. He secretly thought that this demon girl would die as soon as she died. She even scolded herself before she died. It is true that the demons in the Central Plains are extremely shameless. You said you were going to hell, but why not?

Let the fragrance come out of your mouth.

However, this witch is also a bit weird. Although she is suppressed by the wind and rain, this is due to the power of the celestial phenomena rather than Cheng Zhiyuan himself. Although the immortal controls the wind and rain, Cheng Zhiyuan is still at the level of "borrowing" and is far from directly using the celestial phenomena as a weapon.

extent of personal use.

God is good, it can be said that this demon girl's fate has come to an end, but this thing seems to be a shadow that has become a demon, and in some aspects it has no entity. At this time, after the sword and pear flowers disperse, what appears on the ground is just a fresh and moist patch of

Mud, if it was said that her body was no longer preserved because of the swordsmanship, then Cheng Zhiyuan would never believe it.

He turned around and saw Liang Que, so he said: "You look much better."

"Ahem... dirty stuff..."

Liang Que covered her head. She, a fifth-level cultivator, could actually be tricked by such a shadow demon. The star master's majesty was shattered. What Liang Que couldn't tolerate the most was that this thing actually transformed into one of her own relatives to seduce.

Own.

She saw the white frost fading away, the soil being moist, and the rain pouring from the sky. The flesh puppets around her had lost their operators and stopped moving in a daze, including Chen Jin.

After killing a demon-slayer, Liang Que saw that black blood began to flow from Chen Jin's ears. It was obvious that he could not be saved. The sound of drawing a sword sounded loudly, cold and painful. Cheng Zhiyuan probably knew what Liang Que was going to do.

He lowered his head silently.

The rainwater turned into a stream from the black hair and temples, dripping down the tip of Cheng Zhiyuan's nose and falling silently into the soil in front of him.

The body was soaked with black blood, and the head was turned into powder by the air of the mortal world. Liang Que withdrew his sword and slowly retrieved the black card on Chen Jin's body. Her movements were a little stiff, and finally she squatted on the ground and recited the words in a low voice.

, that was a passage that Cheng Zhiyuan heard in Xingxiu Mansion when he first came to this world.

But at this time, there were a few more sentences:

Rivers and mountains last for thousands of years, but the years remain the same;

(Although the mountains and rivers have passed through thousands of years, they still remain the same.)

Although the remains are burnt, the fire still spreads.

(My bones turn to ashes, but the seeds of fire still spread)

Sons of the Xia Dynasty, do not cry in the underworld;

(My children of Zhuxia, don’t cry in the desolate Huangquan)

The sun lives in Nanshan, and the soul comes home.

(The sun rests on Nanshan Mountain, and the soul is guided by the light and returns)

Qingfeng drinks blood, bells and drums ring;

(The sharp sword thirsts for the enemy's blood, and the bells and drums in the morning and evening roar to the sky)

Ghosts and gods are frightened, and demons are also afraid of the name.

(Ghosts and gods are frightened when they hear it, and demons are also afraid of my name)

The sound of hunting clothes is better than the sound of thunder;

(The broken clothes rustled in the strong wind, and the sound was even louder than the thunder in the sky)

How can I say that I have left my body, but I still have my mighty spirit?

(Who said my body and soul are dead? My might and wrath are even greater than those of gods)

The world is in ruins, the fire is heading west!

(When the disasters in the world have been eliminated, the dragon star in the sky will also move westward)

The waves are returning to the sea, and the summers are coming;

(Everything in the past has passed away, and the people of Zhuxia have returned to their original place)

Heaven and earth are finally settled, prosperity is like brocade;

(The land of our ancestors has been pacified, and the world is once again blooming with flowers)

Let your soul rest in peace, go to the king and enjoy yourself there.

(So ​​my soul can feel at ease and go to the other side where there is no sorrow)

Liang Que grabbed a handful of soil and sprinkled it on Chen Jin's body. She didn't stand up for a long time, closing her eyes and letting the heavy rain soak her clothes.

Cheng Zhiyuan knew many poems from the Pre-Qin and Zhou dynasties. In the original time and space, similar articles should have been folk songs recorded in the Book of Songs, and the State of Zhao originally belonged to the Bei style, because in the era when the Book of Songs was compiled,

There is no country like Zhao yet.

For example, Handan, the capital of the State of Zhao, belonged to the State of Bei in a much longer period of time. It would be a long, long time before this city belonged to the State of Zhao.

There is no such poem in Beifeng.

"Caizhou, sun and moon, swallows, green clothes, wind, drums..."

Cheng Zhiyuan recalled in his mind the complete collection of The Book of Songs that he had read before. It was actually very thick, and in comparison, the Songs of Chu were much less.

The later customs of Zhao State were somewhat different from those of Bei State in the oldest era, but some spirits were passed down in one line. From the later Zhao people, we can see some of the spirit left by their predecessors.

Although Liang Que is from Zheng, she has actually been in the State of Zhao since she was born. No matter how much she thinks she is from Zheng, in fact, the mark of the State of Zhao has already been engraved in her bones.

"What is this poem?"

Cheng Zhiyuan waited until Liang Que stood up before asking, and the momentum of the thunderstorm seemed to slow down because of this question.

The thunderstorm... seems to be stopping.

Liang Que's black hair was spread around his shoulders, and the fire in his eyes extinguished and turned into an icy black pool.

"Summer is coming!"

She responded so!

"This is a poem that is known to all demon-slayers in the world, whether from Zhao or Wei, Qin or Yan... Of course, it was first circulated from Zhao."

"My people in the Xia Dynasty have never been afraid of death. What they are afraid of is that they will die with regrets before they can see the stable and prosperous age; the ancient ancestors dug through the mountains and seas to open up the fertile soil of the Central Plains, and the ancient sages lit the fire to disperse the chaos in the world.

Darkness and gloom.”

Liang Que turned around and sheathed his sword. Rain and dew stained his eyelashes. The clouds in the sky dispersed for a moment. After the wind and rain, the fog cleared and the sky cleared.

Xia, all Xia!

"The vast land of summer cannot be occupied by demons. If one person dies, there are millions of people following him!"

She looked at Cheng Zhiyuan, her tone filled with gratitude and determination. She held up her black hair with both hands and tied it behind her head.

"When I fall into the evil realm like Chen Jin, please don't hold back and chop off my head here."

Cheng Zhiyuan turned his back to the newly born light. These golden lights scattered in the mountains and fields, blooming with fragrance.

"I will."

This was perhaps the first time that Cheng Zhiyuan saw clearly what role the demon-slayer profession played in this world's Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period.

Why Kang Jinlong became like that cannot be felt by just talking about it, it must be experienced personally.

In other words, witness it with your own eyes.

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes, the light of the blue and white dragon eyes flashed away. He came here from another "Xia", and suddenly felt that the three words "Xia Chulin" were also pointing to him.

Liang Que walked in front. Cheng Zhiyuan turned around and found that the insect god had not come back. He took a step and suddenly seemed to have stepped on something. He lowered his head and saw a layer of soil washed away by the rain. Under his feet

, revealing a snow-white jade pendant.

In the shape of a bird.

.........

There is no doubt that Hu Qishan's demon slaying mission ended in failure. Instead of finding the outstanding child, he lost a demon slayer.

When Cheng Zhiyuan and Liang Que left the mountains, the lonely black figure appeared again at the end of the deserted ancient road.

His horrified eyes stared into the distance, staring at the sun that was about to fall on the horizon.

The black figure slowly sat down, supporting his knees with his left hand, and gently stroking a jade sculpture in his right hand, which looked like a black bird.

At the spring equinox, the black bird descended. The ancestors of Tang had a daughter, Jian Di, who was married to Emperor Gaoxin. The Emperor led her to pray in the suburbs to form a contract.

The Shang Dynasty is spring and the Zhou Dynasty is summer.

It's just that this jade carving is stained with some weird dark soil, exuding waves of evil spirit, making the white jade also dark.

The west wind blows thinly on the ancient road, and the sun sets in the west.
Chapter completed!