Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 535 Lotus beauty, Xiaoxiang wind and rain

Chen Ziyu came with an umbrella in her hand, her skirt fluttering like flowing waves.

The setting sun sprinkled on her snow-white skin, as if casting a layer of golden light on it, and three thousand blue hairs poured down like waterfalls, fluttering gently in the north wind.

The entire Hancheng Lake is full of fog, the clouds are steaming, the misty rain is misty, and it is so beautiful.

The Xuanming True Water in Li Daoxuan's heart was beating, and it seemed extremely active. He could feel the power of Chang'an's water surge, and Hancheng Lake seemed to have turned into Yunmengze.

The two looked at each other, and their eyes collided through the mist.

It has been six years since Sister Yu cultivated the lotus dharma body and became the Goddess of Xiaoxiang. She has a priesthood and cannot leave easily.

This is also the disadvantage of practicing with the help of Shinto. Once you wear the crown, you must bear its weight.

So whenever Li Daoxuan left the customs, Chen Ziyu would come to Chang'an, and wherever he went, the wind and rain were blowing.

There is often drought in the north, so it can be regarded as raining on the land of Datang.

The two have affection for each other, but they can only get together once every six months. It's quite a difference between immortals and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on Qixi Festival.

But Li Daoxuan is neither a cowherd nor a mortal.

He took a step forward, the mist on the Hancheng Lake dispersed automatically, and the drizzle avoided his body for three feet, and the lake was like a lotus platform, automatically lifting his steps.

Chang'an is his home field, and coupled with the blessing of Xuanming Zhenshui, I am afraid that even Sister Yu, the goddess of Xiaoxiang, cannot match him in the manipulation of the power of water.

As the two approached, Chen Ziyu slowly raised her eyes.

She is a typical cold and classical beauty, with a kind of indifference from the bottom of her heart, indifference to the world, indifference to life and death.

Only when looking at Li Daoxuan, that indifference will subside.

Whether it was the red-clothed ghost in the past or the God of Xiaoxiang today, the coldness in his bones has not changed, but has become more intense.

Water splashed on the Hancheng Lake, and an old man with white hair appeared, bowing to Chen Ziyu quickly.

"Little god Dai Tang, I have seen the national teacher, I have seen the empress Xiaoxiang, and I am waiting for the empress to drive—"

Chen Ziyu's eyes were indifferent, her thin lips parted slightly, and she uttered a word.

"roll."

The rain was sudden, and the lake set off waves, forming a huge vortex with the lake god Daitang as the center, and the power of the water turned into an invisible long dragon, swallowing Daitang.

The majestic Lake God of Seoul was submerged by the lake water he was in charge of, and fell to the bottom of the lake, as if he had been sealed.

Xiaoxiang is the longest river in the eight states in the south of the Yangtze River, with a total length of nearly [-] miles. It is the main tributary of the Yangtze River. In front of Chen Ziyu, who is the goddess of Xiaoxiang, the Lake God of Seoul really has no power to fight back.

How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon?

It can only be said that Dai Tang's eyesight is a bit weak. He was originally a ghost in the Qingming Realm, and was promoted by the empress in Qingyi to be the lake god of Seoul.

"Miss Xiaoxiang is mighty, the junior Li Daoxuan is polite."

Li Daoxuan stepped forward and joked.

Chen Ziyu was taken aback for a moment, and then a smile flashed in her eyes. She didn't speak, but the rain around her was getting smaller and smaller.

"Open an umbrella."

She skillfully handed the umbrella in her hand to Li Daoxuan. This is her natal magic weapon, refined from the ninth-grade lotus flower that conceived her, and she will never give it to anyone else except her master and Li Daoxuan.

Li Daoxuan held an umbrella for him, while looking at Sister Yu, his eyes stayed on her face.

"what happened?"

she asked softly.

"It's nothing, I just think you seem to be looking better."

Not seeing each other for half a year, Sister Yu's cultivation level is getting higher and higher, and she has become the existence of the late Yangshen.

The lotus dharma body is flawless, pure and clean, coupled with advanced cultivation, absorbing the power of water veins and the essence of the sun and the moon all year round, her skin is as smooth as jade, and there is an indescribable unique charm between her eyebrows and eyes.

It is as bright as the moon and as pure as glass.

It is somewhat similar to Qing Ni, but less holy and more cold than Qing Ni.

It can only be said that they are indeed masters and apprentices. Even if this pair of lotus beauties were placed in the Phoenix Pavilion in Yaochi, there are few fairies who can match them.

The two walked side by side, suddenly, Chen Ziyu frowned slightly, approached Li Daoxuan, and sniffed him lightly.

"what happened?"

Li Daoxuan sniffed his sleeves, there was no peculiar smell.

In order to see Sister Yu, he even took a bath and burned incense in the small courtyard of Xuandu. Besides, Qinglian Baoyi can automatically clean up the filth, making people spotless, so why would there be a peculiar smell?

Moreover, he is profound in Taoism and has a very high level of body training. His body has already been regenerated from the day after tomorrow, and there is no dirt on it. Even if he jumps into the mud, he will not get the smell.

Chen Ziyu looked at him with a strange look, and said: "Your clothes... have the smell of Master."

Boom!

Li Daoxuan seemed to be struck by lightning, in broad daylight, there was a layer of chill behind him.

On my clothes...there's a green smell?
how can that be!

Since the last farewell, in the past five years, he and Qing Ni have only seen each other in the mirror, and have never had any real contact. Once he left the customs, he went to the Qingming Realm specially to see the empress.

But the mother-in-law told him that the mother-in-law was in a critical stage of cultivation, and no one would be seen during the retreat.

He waited for nine days, but he didn't see his mother leave the customs, so he had to give up.

Chen Ziyu sniffed it again, and said: "It is indeed Master's smell, and it is very strong. Others may not be able to detect it, but Master and I practice the Lotus Dharma Body together, and we will never go wrong!"

After a pause, she looked at Li Daoxuan suspiciously, as if guessing something.

Li Daoxuan was calm on the surface, but he was nervous in his heart. Fortunately, he had profound morality and silently recited the mantra of clearing the heart, keeping his heartbeat and breath steady, and Sister Yu didn't notice it.

Chen Ziyu seemed to have thought of something, her eyes flickered, and she looked at Li Daoxuan in disbelief.

Li Daoxuan's whole body was tense, and his hands in his sleeves were clenched.

It's over, it's really over now, Sister Yu can see it!
If Sister Yu knew that she also had an ambiguous relationship with her master, what would she think?
Chang'an won't be flooded...

With Sister Yu's character, it's really hard to say what kind of things she will do. Could it be that Li Haiwang is going to capsize today?
Chen Ziyu said with certainty: "So that's the case. It seems that this dress was sewn for you by Master's hands, and he also sewed his own lotus slough into it!"

Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment.

Chen Ziyu thought he didn't understand, so she explained: "If you want to cultivate the lotus dharma body, you have to walk in the lotus. I was conceived by a ninth-grade golden lotus. After I was born, the golden lotus slough became my natal umbrella."

"It was an eighth-grade green lotus that conceived Master, but her lotus slough has never been used. I didn't expect Master to sew it into the clothes..."

She thought about it: "No wonder the last time I saw Master, she was reading a book on sewing and sewing. When she saw me, she closed the book and covered it."

"It turns out that Master wanted to give you a precious garment. She is so kind to us!"

Li Daoxuan stroked the green lotus robe on his body, and a complex feeling emerged in his heart.

No wonder the Luoyue Immortal Robe, which was originally just a top-rank magic weapon, has soared to become a top-rank spirit treasure, and even turned into a snow-blue color...

Qing Ni, however, remained silent and gave all the credit to her mother-in-law.

The most difficult to accept the grace of beauty.

Just when he was in a daze, a soft and snowy jade hand got into his hand.

"Li Daoxuan, I want to eat candied haws."

Her voice was very cold, but what she said was like a child next door.

Li Daoxuan put away the thoughts in his heart, he held the umbrella in one hand, and held the slender white jade hand in the other, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go to Chang'an for a stroll and buy candied haws."

……

Smoke and rain cover Chang'an.

The people in Fangshi are still in full swing, and they have no intention of going home at all.

This kind of drizzle, for the northerners, sometimes they don’t even have the desire to open an umbrella. They even feel very refreshing when they are drenched by the rain and blown by the breeze.

Li Daoxuan and Chen Ziyu walked side by side on the streets of Chang'an.

Pedestrians passing by turned a blind eye to them, and even passed through the figures of the two.

A mortal body should not look directly at the gods. With Chen Ziyu's cultivation base, it would not be a good thing for these people if he appeared holy in the world.

Li Daoxuan took a piece of candied haws and handed it to Sister Yu, and then quietly left a few pennies.

It wasn't until sunset that the two of them stopped.

A singing voice sounded from the loft in the distance. It was melodious and melodious, and many people applauded.

"Divide my Xiaoxiang water, moisten the fields in the south of the Yangtze River, embrace the bright moon above the clouds, and live in the fairy palace under the water..."

This is... an opera?
No, it's not opera, because opera has not officially appeared in the Tang Dynasty, and it is in the formation stage of opera. This should be Daqu, and it is also the prototype of opera.

Li Daoxuan's eyes moved, and he said with a smile: "Sister Yu, it seems that you are singing this song, let's go and see it together?"

Chen Ziyu also became interested. The two walked into the attic and found that there were already many people sitting here. The one singing on the stage was a young woman, but the strange thing was that she kept her back to everyone.

The voice is clear and melodious, very beautiful.

She sang "Wind and Rain in Xiaoxiang", a song specially written for the Goddess Chen Ziyu of Xiaoxiang.

In recent years, Chen Ziyu's reputation in the eight states in the south of the Yangtze River has become more and more famous. With more and more believers, there will naturally be some people who will leave poems and compose songs for him and sing praises.

This "Xiaoxiang Wind and Rain" is one of them. It is divided into four sections, and the woman has sung to the end of the third section.

After singing the third verse, the woman on the stage still didn't turn around.

This made the audience below a little reluctant, and they booed one after another, telling her to turn around and sing.

The woman hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the shouts from the audience, and turned around.

In an instant, countless people gasped.

I saw that the woman with a graceful figure playing the Goddess of Xiaoxiang had severe burns on her face, which couldn't be covered even with thick makeup, making her look extremely pervasive.

"Hey, I have to dare to turn around, it turns out to be an ugly monster!"

"Unlucky, really unlucky!"

"Such a monster is also worthy of playing Xiaoxiang Goddess?"

There was an endless stream of shouting and cursing.

The eyes of the woman on the stage were red, she clenched her fists tightly, and her nails were pierced into the flesh.

She was full of grievances, but still did not refute. Instead, she restrained her inner emotions and prepared to continue singing the fourth stanza of "Xiaoxiang Wind and Rain".

But the people in the audience turned around and left one after another. After a while, the arena was empty.

The woman stood there, staring blankly.

Li Daoxuan sighed softly, held Sister Yu's hand, and was about to get up and leave.

But at this moment, a loud and clear voice sounded.

"The wind and rain are swaying, the world is swaying, the Xiangshui ruthlessly divides the land, and the thunder, rain and dew are all kind..."

Li Daoxuan sat down again, and he saw that Sister Yu had been staring at the woman on the stage very seriously.

Facing the empty stage, the woman adjusted her emotions, held back her grievances, and continued to sing hard.

As soon as the play begins, people come from all directions, one is human, three are ghosts, and four are gods.

The master who taught her to sing Daqu once said that once you open your voice, you can't stop it. The visible people are gone, and there may be invisible ghosts and gods listening.

The more she sang, the more she devoted herself, her voice became clearer and melodious, and she was completely immersed in the song.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but at the moment when the song stopped, she seemed to hear the sound of someone applauding, and two figures appeared in front of her eyes.

They were shrouded in the dazzling light, and they could only be vaguely seen as a man and a woman, with ethereal and ethereal auras.

The man nodded and smiled at her, then took the hand of the woman beside him, held up the umbrella and walked into the rain curtain, gradually disappearing.

She shivered suddenly, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that the surroundings were empty, and there were no men or women.

Am I wrong?
She felt a little scared, and hurried to remove her makeup, but when she glanced at the bronze mirror, she couldn't help being stunned, trembling with excitement.

The face in the bronze mirror is clean and beautiful, where is there any trace of burns?

……

Outside Chang'an City.

Li Daoxuan looked at Chen Ziyu who was lost in thought, and said with a smile: "Sister Yu, how is the play?"

"I don't like when people sing about me."

Chen Ziyu shook her head, and said again: "But I don't like people who sing me to be laughed at by others..."

Her mood was a bit complicated. All along, she didn't have any sense of belonging to the Xiaoxiang water veins, and she performed her priestly duties in order to practice with the help of the water veins and incense, and then return to Li Daoxuan as soon as possible.

But today's scene moved her a little.

"So, Sister Yu, you finally gave her a piece of water magic power to help her restore her appearance. This is a good story."

Li Daoxuan sighed softly, and said: "Sister Yu, sometimes when I think about it, I was still free and easy when I was in Qingyang County. I am not a national teacher, and you are not a water god. Let's go all over the streets to find monsters, and run around in order to earn a little money..."

Chen Ziyu looked at him and said seriously: "If you feel tired, come back to Xiaoxiang with me. It's the same as before. I will protect you."

Li Daoxuan stared at her blankly.

"what happened?"

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while, Chen Ziyu leaned forward and said, there was undisguised concern in those eyes that were as cold as autumn water.

Li Daoxuan slowly opened his arms and held her in his arms.

The waist is like a thin willow, and the fragrance is striking.

Three thousand black silk is as smooth and delicate as satin.

Chen Ziyu didn't resist, she leaned her head lightly on Li Daoxuan's shoulder, and wrapped her jade hands around his waist.

Neither of them spoke, they hugged quietly for a while.

As night falls, the stars are lonely.

Li Daoxuan knew that it was time for Sister Yu to leave, and she had to rush back to Xiaoxiang before dawn.

"I'm going to retreat and try to become an immortal. Master said, when I become an immortal, I can try to grasp the water veins of the Yangtze River. At that time, the world is so big that wherever you go, the river will flow there."

After a pause, she said again: "After I become a fairy, the lotus dharma body will mature. If you haven't become a fairy, I can help you..."

The cicadas chirped faintly.

She is not a person who likes to talk, but she told Li Daoxuan a lot.

The stars dimmed.

In the end, Li Daoxuan stood alone outside Chang'an City, watching Chen Ziyu's departure direction, and stood there for a long time.

The smoke and rain in Chang'an cleared up.

……

(End of this chapter)