See Jiangshan

It just rained last night and knocked down roses all over the place.The air is humid, with a gentle breeze on summer nights, bringing the smell of earth and grass.

In the garden corridor, the old man squinted his eyes and stared at Cheng Qianren for a moment under the moonlight: "Oh, it's you."

Although he didn't say it clearly, the corners of his mouth turned down and his disgusted expression all said 'Young man, you are crazy'.

Cheng Qianren didn't know how to explain this kind of thing. On the first day he entered the palace, it was the old man in front of him who showed him the way. Compared with those shrewd palace people who faced him with fear, the other party looked more like an old man with dizzy eyes and a unclear mind.

"Why did you go the wrong way again, wandering outside at night, hey, you're still holding a stick."

Cheng Qianren: "...This is my sword."

"I'll take you to the East Palace, follow me." The bamboo stick hit the floor tiles, making a sound, and the old man moved slowly, "Let me see your sword."

"Uh, something like a sword is different from a stick, so you can't look at it casually."

"You're so stingy, let's exchange."

As he said that, he actually handed out the bamboo stick, and with the other hand, he pulled Cheng Qianren's sword.

How fierce is the god and ghost Pi Yi, how many people in the world dare to take the sword directly from Master Cheng Shan?

Cheng Qianren was startled, and hastily restrained his power.

The old man picked up Shengui Piyi and weighed it: "What's the difference? I'll give it back to you."

Cheng Qianren regretted it too much, he shouldn't be wandering around at night, let alone get lost.

He should be in the palace, not here, arguing with an uncle Pengci.

"How about you point me in the direction and I'll go by myself."

The old man shook his head crazily: "I won't take you, you went the wrong way. I pointed it out to you last time, and the result? You haven't gone back yet!"

Cheng Qianren: "..."

The other party seemed to want to take a shortcut, leading him through the garden path, the night was silent all around, only the flowers and trees shaded the moonlight.Not knowing where the guards on duty went, Cheng Qianren thought endlessly, maybe they went to drink and play cards.

In the summer night after the rain, the soil is soft, and there are small puddles everywhere. If one foot is careless, the mud will be splashed all over the body.Cheng Qianren was splashed several times by the uncle, so he had no choice but to help him walk.

They walked slowly.

Cheng Qianren suddenly said: "I went back that day. I also had a dream. I dreamed that I became the emperor."

The old man complained mercilessly: "Everyone dreams of being an emperor."

Cheng Qianren smiled: "Then I went crazy, forcing my younger brother to marry me, forcing my friends to give up military power, fighting for half my life, and ended up being betrayed by all, standing on the throne and shouting 'Zhuliu belongs to me, gods and ghosts belong to me Yes, the whole world belongs to me.' I always remember this dream, and I usually dare not tell others...it's okay, you won't understand even if you tell me."

The old man pursed his lips: "Young man, you don't have many sticks, but you have a lot of ideas."

Cheng Qianren is not angry when he is complained about all the time. Most of the time, he thinks he has a good temper.

"I don't like to obey the rules, and I don't like to make rules for others. I'm the most unsuitable person to be an emperor. After entering the palace, they all said that my destiny belongs to me. Everyone believes this statement, but I don't believe it. ’ he repeated, ‘I don’t believe it.’

The old man stopped, his whole body was stiff, and he turned his head to look at him in a daze.

"Then what do you believe in?"

Cheng Qianren blurted out: "I believe in standing up and asking, cutting evil with a sword, and fighting for life with the sky!"

The old man's eyes became brighter and brighter, like two candles lit in a long night, his lips trembled, as if he was about to utter something shocking in the next moment.

"Can't understand."

Cheng Qianren: "...what?"

"We're here." The old man turned around and left.

"Wait, this is not the East Palace." Cheng Qianren raised his eyes, and his voice stopped abruptly.

It is indeed not the East Palace.

He was standing at the foot of a mountain soaring into the sky, the top of which could not be seen from above.To be precise, it is a high platform.

The base of the four-sided platform is high, wide and flat, and the steps are stacked upwards. At the end of the field of vision, the slope is almost vertical. If someone wants to walk on it, it is like climbing a cliff.The non-stone non-jade material was polished smooth, and under the dark blue starry sky, it shone with pure white light.

The real forbidden area of ​​the palace does not need to be guarded by heavy soldiers, and it has its own formation to prohibit and maintain it, making it impossible for people to approach.The world is open, and there is no one around, and the old man has long since disappeared.

Cheng Qianren didn't know how they came here in a daze, and he didn't have time to think about it, he was shocked by the scene before him.Jiange Guanyunya is very high, which is the beauty of nature.The Nanyuan Library was built by man, but it is not as majestic and majestic as it.

Reaching for the stars.The symbol of the imperial capital, countless people look up to it every day, and it is beyond reach.

The place closest to the will of heaven in the legend.

Just now he was standing under this high platform for fortune-telling, insignificant like an ant, unable to see the world above the clouds, but said that he wanted to fight for his fate with the sky.

Looking directly at the great building, it is inevitable to have the terrible association of the mountains falling down, and the head is pressed down, and there is no way to escape.The Star Reaching Platform seems to have another mystery. It gives people who are unwilling to bow their heads a particularly strong sense of oppression.

Shengui Piyi senses the owner's mind, resists the invisible pressure, and vibrates uneasily in the sheath.

Cheng Qianren suddenly drew his sword.

The wind swept the ground, and the sword energy rushed straight into the sky!

He stepped onto the stage with his sword in hand and walked up the stone steps step by step.The sword energy lingers all over the body, dispelling the vast night fog.

Shengui Piyi was originally a fierce sword, but at this time it did not carry a trace of killing intent.It seems that there are no enemies in front of you to kill, so you don't need to put on a scary look.It's like a beauty who has been washed away, looking at herself in the mirror and examining her true colors.

Cheng Qianren didn't know how long he had been walking, the clouds and mist were getting darker, the cold wind was howling, and his brows and temples were covered with light white frost.The road seems to have no end, and he has entered a certain mysterious realm, neither afraid of the unknown road ahead, nor regretting the impulsive journey.

Until the field of vision suddenly becomes clear.

The top of the star picking platform is not very open, the length and width are only five or six feet, and there are no railings on all sides, and the bitter night wind blows people tottering.

Looking down through the clouds, when he first entered the imperial capital, the majestic mansions and towers he saw turned into tiny dots of light.The lights in the world meander like a river, spreading into the distance.

Huangdu is the greatest city in the human world. Now he is standing on the star picking platform, as if he is stepping on this glorious city.

Under the high platform, countless people are busy running around, birth, old age, sickness and death, weddings and funerals, and the cycle goes on and on.

Cheng Qianren looked in the distance, other tall buildings in the mainland, such as the Nanyuan Library, usually do not use formations, so they are completely dark.

Thousands of miles away to the east, there is a little light.It is said that the top of the black pagoda in the snowy area is polished by a huge piece of colored glaze, which reflects the moonlight and is extremely bright.That is the residence of the Demon King.

The brightest thing under the night is the galaxy above the head, the unobstructed and incomparably magnificent starry sky.It turns out that stars also have different sizes, Cheng Qianren thought.

"The star-catching platform in their eyes is smaller than the lights under my stand."

"No, they won't look at you." An old voice sounded, "Under the starry sky, there is no immortality."

The old man appeared behind him at some point, his thin cloth was blown by the strong wind, his eyes were shining brightly, but his stooped figure seemed extremely tall.

Cheng Qianren was stunned.

"How did you get up?"

"Hold the sword, step by step, and walk up."

"How long have you been walking?"

"I do not know."

The long road is long, and the night is foggy.

The old man said 'oh', and tapped the stone slab under his feet with his bamboo stick: "I came up by the elevator, not much slower than you."

Cheng Qianren didn't react: "What?"

"That's right. In this platform, a very expensive lifting formation was installed 50 years ago, and no one has walked on it for a long time." The old man looked at him with disgust: "I told you not to follow me, idiot."

Cheng Qianren came back to his senses.

No, I have already guessed your identity. You haven't come to see me for so long, and you still scold me for not answering my questions or teaching me.I have no temper?

"Am I stupid?"

"Aren't you stupid and who is stupid?"

They yelled and cursed on the great star-catching platform.