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The ancient capital of Jiang country, the suburbs are lush and green, and the spring breeze is gentle. Sedum standing on the top of the wall overlooking the distance, surrounded by mountains, mountain torrents have receded, the country is dry, birds are flying, beasts are looking for food, farmers are working on the fields, shepherds ride sheep and sing. The sky is clear and clear, and it is peaceful.

When the ministers left the palace for three miles, they were lined up like hemp.

Nightshade climbed the tower and quietly stood beside Sedum.

"Brother, are you leaving?"

"That's right." Sedum nodded solemnly, but there was no heavy look in his eyes, but a bright light, "The demon of my heart has been broken, and I should return to Divine Sword Sect. Besides, the enemy has not been eliminated, and the world is dying, call me Difficulty sleeping."

Nightshade's face was calm and gentle, and she said softly, "Is it time to say goodbye?"

"Why say goodbye. Just follow me."

"Is it true what my brother said?"

"Yes, we will not be separated again in the future."

They walked down the city side by side, and there were no two figures on the gate of the ancient capital of Jiang country. When the city gate was opened, the sun was shining brightly, and the shadow of the doorway fell on the yellow mud rammed earth running along the road, which was clearly demarcated from the bright sky.

Taking a step outside, the fertile mountains in front of him disappeared, and the world changed in an instant, and he was already in the long street of the faceless country. Looking back, there is still the city wall of the old capital, and the faceless Chinese people who had gathered under the city and looked forward to it did not know when to disperse.

The Solanum nigrum beside Sedum turned into a blue jade orb, the size of a thumb, and Shanshan was cute. It was attached to the splendid sword bag around the waist, and a rope was stretched out to close the mouth of the bag, and the sword light in the bag was full. disappear.

A group of people with mutilated and weird faces suddenly appeared in the theater on the street. Those with raw eyes stared, those with raw mouths shouted, those with raw noses panted, and those with raw ears curled up. All of them bowed their waists and slumped their backs, waving their hands and feet, they were really scared and lost their souls.

As soon as they rushed to the street, they saw the sedum standing with arms crossed at the end of the street. Immediately, a few of them fell to the ground, and the rest were in a hurry, twisting their bodies and running away, their shoes were scattered, and their clothes were well-dressed. Those who touch the ground with their limbs, who are as arrogant as dogs, do not dare to stay for a moment, and they quickly escape into the alley and disappear without a trace.

Sedum didn't know why they were acting like this, but for a while, he just thought it was funny, and after a little pondering, he stepped into the theater.

The crowd was originally crowded under the stage, but now the tables and chairs were overturned, and the bowls and bowls were messed up, as if they had been looted by the soldiers. It was the second-floor private seat, with the same door curtain swaying, and the distinguished guests fled for their lives early in the morning.

Jingtian looked around and saw a faceless Chinese man standing in the middle of the collapsed stage. He was wearing a red silk costume. He had a tall body and a delicate figure. He seemed to be a woman. She stood like a needle, and she had a murderous look on her face, which made Sedum feel three percent doubtful and three percent cordial.

"Who are you?"

The female dancer in the costume stepped forward to greet him, came close to grab Sedum's wrist, led him all the way fast, and Teng Teng went up to the second floor.

Taking into account the difference between closeness and estrangement, Sedum deliberately broke free, but when he came, he had a thought, thinking that this person could be her? If so, that would be great. - It is precisely because of the difference of one thought that he came along smoothly and never resisted.

There are no more than eight tables in the private rooms on the second floor. It used to be full of VIPs. Now, seven rooms have disappeared. Only the one in the east is left. Come.

Female Dan turned her head to the side and pulled Sedum to her, motioning him to come forward to negotiate.

"Your Excellency, can we roll up the blinds to see you?"

The man behind the bead curtain had a clear voice, but it was a woman, and Sedum felt very familiar.

"I've already helped you once, what more can you ask for?"

"When will you meet me?"

"This place is the realm of the future world. I met you in the present world."

"Now the world... who are you... Zhu Yan resigned from the mirror?"

"Oh, thank you for remembering. It is considered that you have completed your deeds, and you have come here in vain. Three worlds of illusion, three lives in one mirror, no matter which realm your real body enters, there are traces in the three worlds, if you can break through the three worlds , the natural evils are all sold out, and there are no taboos."

"Fortunately, Your Excellency has helped you. Can you tell your honorable name and name? There will be a report later.

"If you are unparalleled in magic, admired by the gods and men, able to open up the void, pierce the yin and yang, and take charge of reincarnation and creation, I will ask you for it. If you can't, then I will have nothing to ask for."

"The servants are weak and weak, and I don't know what difficulties there are in the world. It takes such magical powers to be rescued."

"Well, I know why you are here, and I also know why the person beside you is here. I only have one condition, and I am not demanding."

Jing Tian turned his head to look at the female dan by his side, she faced the beaded curtain, neither wavering nor anxious, as if aware of his gaze, she raised her hand to draw a lively smile on her face.

Seeing the smile evoked by this finger, Sedum felt amused for a while, and a burst of energy suddenly appeared in his heart, and threatened the woman behind the bead curtain: "Sir, please tell me! I am not afraid of swords and flames."

"Simply put, I just want you to go to the ghost world, find my lover Lin Ping, and bring his soul to the world."

Jingtian pondered inwardly. As a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, he naturally knew that the ghost world had been isolated from the six realms by Liu Mengli of Qin Zong with his great power. Self-cultivation of the Splendid Sword Intent, relying on his way to practice the realm, although looking at the past and present, there are only a few who can stand side by side, but compared to the four Divine Sword schools, it is still as different as Yunyuan. This may be successful, but if the seal is broken, causing a group of ghosts to appear in the world, he will become a sinner again.

The man in the bead curtain sneered and said, "I know that you don't believe what you say, and never expect to continue the front line with Ye Ping. Even if you retreat again and again, if you only want to see him again, I'm afraid there is no hope. ." She changed her words, "However, the illusion of the three worlds is neither real nor illusion, and it reverses the past and the present. Maybe it can be my wish. Do you know where this place is?"

"Before entering the city, the two ghost generals guarding the city once said that this place is the ancient capital of Jiang State."

"You really entered the realm of the past life, and you must have met the old man. You are very lucky, but unfortunately I don't have such an opportunity as you. The three of you and I appeared in the realm of the future life. Thousands of years ago, the stars fell, and the gods fell. The human and the two worlds are shattered together. Today, when the emperor gathers fragments of the universe, creates a kingdom of underworld in Taixu, and attracts wandering souls from all over the world to be reborn. From generation to generation, they are all servants. If you find a strange thing in the future, Maybe I can go back to the past, and naturally I can meet Karma.”

Jingtian was startled, "As the stars fall, could it be that my Divine Sword Gate did not push away the God Realm? Who is the so-called Heavenly Emperor?"

"The realm of the future world is to gather everyone's karma, deduce the secrets of the sky, and transform the scene of the future thousand years. There is no difference between good and evil in this realm. Those who enter the three-world fantasy realm are mixed with good and evil, but in the end, the arrogance of evil spirits is even greater, so the catastrophe of the sky falls. That day Emperor, who called himself the Evil Sword Immortal a thousand years ago. Since no one can match in this realm, he is in charge of the Six Realms."

"Who am I? It's still the ghost of the ghost. As for your Excellency, could it be Senior Zi Xuan?" Jing Tian finally identified the person.

The bead curtain was rolled back, and in the candlelight, the man in the purple shirt at the table was the descendant of Nuwa. She was wearing a veil, her eyes were like ice lakes, she glanced sideways, and said with a smile: "Yes, who else is so ridiculous except me? Driven by the demons, working hard to destroy Zude, and finally change for nothing. Now The seal of the ghost world has been broken, but the place is empty. Where is my karma? You don’t have to laugh at me for being stupid. The world’s affairs are always like flowing water, and retribution cannot be controlled by anyone. The choice is difficult. What if it was you?"

"Your Excellency, please don't feel sorry for yourself. No one knows what happens because of fate. Maybe seniors are destined to have a chance to meet. I said earlier that if you find a strange thing, you can go back to the past, but what is it? The power is brought for Your Excellency."

"That thing is a piece of jade that was carved by the Empress Wa from the jade of Kunshan and the stone of other mountains when the heaven and earth first opened. Speaking of which, it doesn't have any supernatural power, but it holds a spirituality. If I can get it , I have my own way to travel through the ghost world. Now the jade is obtained by the evil sword fairy and offered to the emperor's arsenal."

Jing Tian nodded sullenly and asked where the Emperor's arsenal was.

"Have you figured it out? If you want to find the Heavenly Emperor's arsenal, you must go to the heavenly realm, where there are millions of heavenly soldiers. If it is not secret, once it is exposed, it will immediately kill you."

"But if you die, I will repay your kindness, and there will be no regrets."

"Okay. That's the case, you go to the temple in the city, climb the feathering platform, worship gold, lacquer and silver, and the gods who have their own gluttony go down to earth. You take their climbing ropes, look up at the sky and throw them away, and you will naturally be able to follow them. It goes straight to Qingxiao."

"That being the case, I won't delay it, but what is that gold, lacquer and silver color? I only heard that in the temple, the gods, Buddhas, and clay puppets must be dressed up with gold powder. I wonder if they are the same thing?"

Before Zi Xuan could explain, the faceless woman on the side grabbed Sedum's wrist and led him downstairs quickly.

Sedum only had time to look back and say goodbye, and disappeared at the entrance of the stairs in a blink of an eye.

Zi Xuan stared at the two of them walking away together, envious, and even more worried. On her jade-like cheeks, the ice suddenly cracked a silver gap, and the gold dust was peeled off, revealing a blank face underneath.

She carefully picked up the gold powder, looked at the mirror to touch up her makeup, and when the ice cracked on her face was repaired, she sighed quietly, "One thought is troubled, and millions of karmic obstacles come. All sentient beings and six realms are suffering, and all living beings fall into hell, you devil is really stealing. The power of the sky, the scourge of the sky."

Sedum saw all the way, all the people here have the same face, because there is no facial features, naturally can't make an expression, naturally can't see joys and sorrows, so they are like grass, pigs and dogs. It's just that this guy next to him in a costume feels familiar to him for some reason. Since he is familiar, let her go.

The two walked in a hurry, and the woman stepped on a pair of hard stilt boots, and the lotus step moved, and she was as agile and unrestrained as the wind blowing.

The idle people on the street were rambunctious, but Sedum passed through the crowd, dazzled by these blank faces, passed through an alley and alley, and entered a temple fair and market. At this time, thirty-three drums were sounded in the worship temple in the city, and the whole city rang out.

Sedum did not know what happened, and they crowded into the temple together with the crowd.

When I entered the temple and looked up, I saw the Yuhuatai at a glance. I saw that it was about nine feet high, and it was square. There is one offering table, one incense burner, three pairs of candlesticks, and a jade mirror pond, which holds one inch of water and rippling with clear waves.

Looking around again, the beams and columns in the temple are arched like a forest, and the tops are in pairs. Many yellow paper couplets are nailed, and some pairs of praying to God and worshipping Buddha are written. Behind the beams and pillars, there are thirty-six heavenly immortals and seventy-two earthly immortals sculpted on the east and west walls. They have different postures and look like they are. , hidden behind heavy curtains, unable to see the appearance.

Sedum had never seen half a cent of gold and silver in the city before. The gold and silver in the whole city were already on the statues of gods.

Thousands of people from the faceless country came to the temple from Wuyang, but there was no noise except for the rushing sound of boots. Look at each of these again, and when you enter the temple, you will slump your shoulders and slump your back, fighting with each other.

It turns out that it is not that the Faceless State is strictly disciplined, but that the people are afraid of gods like tigers.

The woman in the costume beside him did not have the slightest bit of a slave-faced maid. She held Sedum and squeezed in all the way to the side of the feathering platform, where the crowd stood still in a remote corner.

The drums of the temple have finished, and the group is silent.

Four congratulations rushed to the side hall, all dressed in red robes and wearing cloud crowns on their heads, but their faces were extremely strange. Others lacked the seven orifices and lacked the five senses.

One gave birth to nine eyes and squeezed his nose and mouth off his jaw. One had six noses and pushed his eyes into his forehead. One has eighteen pairs of ears, two eyes are reduced to the temples, and the mouth is born on the throat. The last one had two mouths, one on the bottom and another on the forehead, one with white teeth and one with red teeth, chewing.

The four prayers went up on the feathering platform, burned incense and worshipped. At the end, the multi-eyed prayer said, "Please ask God for mercy." Listen to me." The many congratulatory sacrificial offerings praised again and again, saying: "The immortals gather together, the crowds gather in the clouds, return to their positions ninety-nine, and ascend to the sky!"

They each exerted their magical powers, and for a time, strange light burst out in the temple, the sound of the fairy reverberated, the rain of golden millet, the gush of rain, the cloud of steaming clouds, not like a ghost.

All the faceless Chinese people bathed in gold and silver showers. In an instant, the stars and frost flowed, and the years were wasted. The man who used to be strong gradually turned into a crooked back. The boy who used to be childish immediately grew up, and the woman who used to be graceful became skinny in a blink of an eye. As for the old man, now he is almost a dead bone.

Under such drastic changes, their respective blank faces gradually turned into facial features.

As soon as the five senses are drawn, everyone will smile with joy, and there will be countless people who hug each other and cry.

Sedum looked around, and the faces of the people who were soaking the rain were actually familiar. Divine Sword Valley welcomes heroes, gathers the heroes, and enters the illusion of the third world to be tested. Now they are here, but they seem to have forgotten their original identities.

The descendant of Nuwa once said that if you enter the illusion, there will be traces in the three worlds. Now these monks who have been tested may only be incarnation projections.

He looked next to him again, and the woman in the costume also changed her face. Although she was bathing in gold millet and dying, as expected, it was definitely Tang Xuejian.

She knew that she was old, and for fear of losing her looks, she hurriedly raised her sleeves to cover it up, and turned her side to not ask Sedum to look again.

When Sedum saw the old man he knew so well, he couldn't help but have mixed feelings. He just smiled and said, "I'm old too."

Tang Xue saw a sullen voice and said, "You are not allowed to remember what I look like now."

"it is good."

She was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Long time no see."

"Yes, long time no see."

"Quiet! Quiet!" A scolding came from the Ascension Platform: "That man and woman, stop making noises!"

Sedum raised his eyebrows and turned his head, raised his hand to lightly press the sword sack, and pinched the rope with his fingers, just waiting for him to draw it lightly, and his own sword light flew out, beheading the enemy chief.

"Wait a minute." Tang Xuejian grabbed Sedum's sleeve, so he didn't want to attack.

The four offerings were also bathed in the rain, but they couldn't see any changes. They beat the gongs and ordered everyone to be silent. Then they each took out a roll of roster from their sleeves, and whoever's name was called, there was the boy holding the stove and the boy serving the knife. before cutting off the man's face and throwing it into a copper furnace.

Sedum clearly saw that the cut face had no blood, no flesh, just golden ointment and silvery fat. It fell into the furnace, and when the charcoal fire urged it, it became gold powder and silver mud. This is the so-called gold powder. Lacquered silver.

The four prayers were recited very quickly, and when they recited their name, they heard a long sigh and weeping. The one who held the stove and the one who served the knife did not show any mercy.

After being cut off, the faceless man was either dying or dying, and fell into a black ember on the spot, and smoke wafted out of the bones, flew out of the temple, and disappeared without a trace.

The gold and silver in the furnace accumulated more and more, and the piles stood tall, and the corners collapsed and fell rustling. On the Ascension Stage, the multi-mouthed congratulations were the first to be unable to bear it. They left the roster, hurried down, and fell on the ground. Bright red mouths stick out from both mouths. They carefully licked the surface of each brick and stretched out again. With his fingers, he squeezed out the crumbs in the gap, and put it into his mouth to squeak.

The multi-eared congratulations turned a blind eye, the multi-eyed congratulations blinked, coveted, and dared not fight after all, and the multi-nosed congratulations looked stupid, dumbfounded, and even forgot to name them.

The names and surnames were slowed down a bit, and the sword servant boy cut their skins a little bit slower, and the gold dust sprinkled by them also made the many mouthfuls of sacrifices to eat and wipe clean.

Finally, I heard Zhu Ji recite: "Tang Xuejian."

No answer.

"Which one is Tang Xuejian?"

The temple was dead silent. Still no answer. The multi-mouthed congratulations were still lying on the ground, eating loudly, but the gold powder no longer fell. He finally licked the last bit of paint powder, but he was far from satisfied, panting and sweating, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you cut it?"

"The one who asked Tang Xue to see you didn't come."

"Why didn't you come?" The multi-mouthed Zhu Ji stood up, grabbed the old man beside him, the blood basin on his forehead was glistening, and he asked, "What's your name?"

"I... I don't know." The old man looked shocked.

"Tang Tai." Zhu Ji on the Ascension Stage read his name.

The old man responded immediately: "Yes!"

Then the two boys came forward and cut his face.

The rustling gold powder shook off, and the multi-mouthed congratulations hurriedly fell down again. Like a pig, he hummed and ate the lacquer powder before slowly standing up again.

Sedum looked at these few offerings, and was particularly sick of it.

He didn't know what Tang Xuejian's plan was, but when he turned around, she trembled a little, she seemed to be terrified, but she just forced herself to endure. After all, she is not the real Tang Xuejian, just an illusion. Naturally, like ordinary faceless people, she is constrained by her nature. In this huge sacrificial temple, there has always been only Sedum sedum.

"See you Tang Xue."

No answer.

The four congratulations all got off the ascension stage, grabbed the remaining few people with facial features, and asked them their names one by one. Because the two of Sedum were standing in the middle of nowhere, it would not be their turn for a while.

The lacquer in the hands of the boy holding the stove was filled to the limit, and finally he brought it back to the ascension platform and poured it into the Jade Mirror Pond. ink.

The boy returned with the furnace in his hand, still filling the cut face into the furnace and burning it.

After going back and forth like this twice, in the temple, only Sedum and Tang Xuejian remained.

"What's your name?" The multi-mouthed sacrifice pointed at Tang Xuejian.

"See you Tang Xue."

"Okay, you are Tang Xuejian!"

The sword servant boy stepped forward, and Jing Tian was about to draw his sword, but she was holding him down again.

"Count me, that's enough." She whispered, smiling freely, "Don't remember what I look like now."

With a cold light, the familiar and old Rong Tui was cut off, and Tang Xuejian turned into a mass of rotten bones.

"What's your name again?" the four congratulations urged again and again.

There was silence in the temple.

The strange light on the Ascension Stage was shining brightly, shining on the golden bodies of the immortals, with a treacherous expression and greedy eyes.

Sedum didn't answer, and finally pulled out the sword sack and rope, and a white bright torrent flew out, and instantly cut off the heads of the four sacrifices.

He stepped forward and grabbed the incense burner, strode on top of the feathering platform, and poured the gold powder into the pond.

The last bit of clear water was smeared into colored ink.

Suddenly, a strange light burst out.

The pond boiled, and a long white glow emerged from the transpiration, and it rose in the air, gathering on the top of the beam.

Sedum looked up, the clouds rolled over, and there were seven-color rainbows swaying and rippling, the beauty was indescribable.

There was a burst of laughter and laughter from the queen of the cloud, and the group of immortals came to take advantage of the excitement, and asked the queen of the cloud, "Can the offerings be completed today?"

There was no answer in the temple.

A golden rope hangs down from the cloud, and it strays and falls into a pond, reflecting in the water. This golden rope seems to spread endlessly, extending from one cloud to another.

"I'll be here!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a fat, fat, barefoot fairy, climbing a rope and emerging from the water.

An immortal emerged, followed by another immortal. Xian Gu Xian Lao, a priest and a general, is like a group of monkeys in the mountains. The latter grabbed the former's trouser legs and pulled out the radish to bring out the mud. They were happy and laughing. They climbed along the golden rope to the clouds. When they entered the cloud, they shrank to the size of fleas. They grew wings under their ribs and floated freely. .

"Zhou Tianzhiqi" also said: every hundred years, the people of the Netherland will offer gold, lacquer and silver colors, and feast in the Quartet.

Sedum looked on coldly, waiting for no more immortals to emerge from the golden rope, so he stepped forward and tore it off. The immortals in the cloud were still eating and drinking, and they didn't notice anything unusual.

He took the cloud-climbing rope, walked out of the temple, and threw it towards the sky.