Sheriff, give me a smile~

Marco Polo, the "Star Reaching Landlord", was a little surprised.

The man in the green shirt glanced across the faces of the two of them calmly, and when he saw Di Renjie lying on Marco Polo's back, his eyes flashed with emotion.

"Well, I'm the host who picked up the stars." The host still didn't take his eyes off Di Renjie: "How long has he been in a coma?"

"For a long time, I passed out after entering the battle for a while."

"Ah."

Although the star-chasing host was indifferent, Marco Polo always felt that the other party looked at Di Renjie in an unusual way, as if there was a touch of nostalgia and sadness, but... why did the star-chasing host have such eyes?

"Would you mind sitting down?"

"I don't mind."

The three of them sat on the floor, Di Renjie was put down from behind by Marco Polo and leaned on his shoulders, the host took out a bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Marco Polo: "Take this, he will wake up in a while."

Marco Polo looked at the bottle without moving, there are too many mysteries that have not been resolved, and it is not clear whether the person in front of him is an enemy or a friend, if he took the bottle rashly, I am afraid...

Before Marco Polo could finish his thoughts, the bottle was picked up by Zhang Liang: "If the landlord wants us to die, we probably won't be able to get out of this ancient magic circle."

The host who picked up the stars smiled.

Zhang Liang took the pill for Di Renjie with one hand and said: "I also took the medicine for Master Di, should the landlord explain the current situation to us?"

Bai Yudi tapped her chin lightly, and the host thought about it seriously for a while: "What do you want to know?"

"Why is there a Primordial Magic Array in the Zhaixing Building? What is your relationship with the Primordial Magician? Where is this place, what is its connection with the outside world, and why are you here? The assassination of the King of Han in Chang'an City is the ultimate goal of your plan. Why is it Li Bai? It’s been 30 days, what’s the situation outside now?”

The host of Zhaixing lazily yawned: "It's really a lot of questions, and I don't know how to answer them. Why don't I tell you a story, and you can find the answer yourself in this story, how about it?"

Zhang Liang looked at him quietly for a while: "Yes."

At the beginning of the origin, there was a group of creatures different from human beings on the Continent of Kings, called demons. The demons were powerful but cruel and bloodthirsty. Humans were weak and could not compete with them. God knew the plight of human beings and sent an envoy. To help humans strangle the demons, and the messenger is the ancient magician-Jiang Ziya.

Just like not all human beings are good, not all demons are evil. In the long history of thousands of years, there have gradually been more human-devil hybrids. A small number of good people.

Although demons are still regarded as evil by the mainstream of the public, a small number of enlightened sects and schools are willing to accept kind-hearted demons and treat them equally, and their attitude towards the entire demon group is relatively neutral, such as the famous Jixia Academy .

However, the ancient magician didn't think so. The bloodthirsty and evil that flowed in the blood still existed even after transformation. Cutting the weeds must eradicate the roots. He has been looking for a way to completely eradicate the demon seeds for a long time, and he has indeed found it. .

The formation passed down in ancient times, the ancient magic formation, is infinitely changeable and extremely evil. It is an extremely vicious killing formation. It can shock gods at the top and kill demons at the bottom. Therefore, even the demon species that are thousands of miles away from the formation will be killed by the formation.

Where is the magic seed

Qingqiu, the person destined by Yuanhunzhu, a thousand-year-old fox.

It took a lot of energy to start and run the ancient magic circle, and Jiang Ziya couldn't support it alone, so he found a companion, the world-renowned onmyoji, the suzerain of Jianzong.

"Therefore, the suzerain of the Kan sect joined forces with the ancient magic guide to open the ancient magic formation, and used the thousand-year-old fox as a guide to destroy the demon species," Marco Polo guessed.

"You're thinking in the right direction, but even though it's activated, it's useless. Of course, the demon species was not wiped out in the end," the host from Zhaixing said slowly: "Otherwise, there are still alive and kicking demons on Chang'an Street now." kind?"

"I think the suzerain of the Kan sect and the ancient magician should have the same idea. They both think that the devil should be killed for evil." Marco Polo thought.

"Actually... it's not the same."

Although the suzerain knows that there are good kinds of demons, and of course sympathizes with those good people, it's just that the demons have taken the lead for evil, and the idea of ​​attacking first has taken the lead. The idea of ​​killing and stopping killing is too strong, so he and Jiang Ziya Open this formation.

In the early years, when the suzerain found the Yin of the demon species, the Yin was still small, just a little fox that had not yet formed, even if it was used as a lure, it would be useless, so the suzerain waited until he was an adult to inherit the soul orb before doing it.

He also knew that this little fox was innocent, and that he would bear such a fate when he was born, and he was calculated by himself. The suzerain felt guilty, so he took good care of the little fox, and took the right as compensation. The foxes fell in love with each other.The suzerain couldn't bear to let the fox die again, so he negotiated with Jiang Ziya to seal the ancient magic circle. Jiang Ziya was unwilling, so the suzerain coerced another person to coerce Jiang Ziya, Jiang Ziya reluctantly agreed, but the condition was to destroy Qingqiu.

"How can it still develop like this?"

"Although it's unexpected, it's reasonable." Zhang Liang said thoughtfully: "However, I'm curious how the landlord knew about these things."

The landlord who picked up the stars smiled slightly: "You might as well guess what role I am playing in this matter."

The high-quality carved mahogany facade is engraved with mysterious patterns, and the tangled veins are like human eyes.Wu Zetian looked at the door quietly, behind her were heavy armored soldiers closely guarding it.

"This door, can't you open it?" Wu Zetian said slowly, with an obviously calm expression, but it gave people a sense of coercion.

"Your Majesty, dozens of methods have been used, but none of them have been opened."

A sneer curled up on the corner of Wu Zetian's lips: "What a star-seeker, I want to see what exactly you are going to do."

"Report—" Suddenly a soldier ran up from downstairs, holding a letter and knelt down in front of Wu Zetian: "Your Majesty, the Chu-Han Battle Report!"

Wu Zetian took it and opened it, and quickly scanned it. Although there were many contents in the letter, there was only one idea: the Han and Tang Dynasties joined forces, and the decisive battle was Gaixia.

It has been a month, and counting the time, it is indeed time for a decisive battle. Since Li Jing has been sent to this battle, he must win this victory no matter what. However, once this victory is won, the Hanchen who must stay in Chang'an is bound to be Back to Chu Han.

Back to Chuhan... Looking at the red carved door again, Wu Zetian's eyes sank, Li Bai can give up, Zhang Liang, nothing can happen.

Can a man who died once die again?

Can a man who has lived once live again?

In the endless darkness, is it the eve of hope, or the silence of despair

Li Bai slowly opened his eyes.

October is cool in autumn, and the maple leaves are burning.

Pieces of maple leaves fell and fell on me, so light that it seemed weightless.

He blinked and moved his fingers, everything in front of him was real and unreal.

It seemed that I had a dream, a very hopeless and sad dream, and then woke up from the pain.

The son of Qingqiu fell in love with the suzerain of Kanzong, and was designed to kill his family.

Blood flowed like rivers, those of clansmen and enemies;

The familiar figure on the main hall of Kanzong was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the heart, causing severe pain.

He frowned.

Struggling to get up, I felt my limbs were stiff, as if I hadn't moved for a long time.Resisting the strange movement between the bones, Li Bai stood up with difficulty.

Supporting the maple tree next to him with one hand, he looked around.

High mountains and dangerous ridges, towering attics.

The sky is clear and the river is sparkling.

Boundless and beautiful, but deep and lonely.

Li Bai stared at the scene in a daze, not knowing what time it was or what year it was.

"Are you awake?" Footsteps came from behind, accompanied by a familiar voice.

Li Bai turned his head, the man's blue shirt was upright, it should be a gentle color, but now it was too glaring.

The moment I saw this person, painful memories surged out like waves, and my eyes were filled with blood. It was not a dream, it was real, it was real...

Li Bai was having trouble breathing: "You..."

Unusually hoarse voice.

Li Bai frowned and opened his mouth again, but he found it very difficult to speak, and the words he uttered were extremely hoarse.

"I've been lying in bed for almost a year, and it takes a lot of effort to speak." Mr. Xie said flatly.

"One...year"

"Well, one year. At the beginning, my last sword only sealed your heart veins, but didn't stab your vitals. However, your previous injuries were too serious. Even though I healed you, you were still in a coma, and you lay down for a year. "

"Fake"

Mr. Xie knew what he meant: "Well, it's fake, he didn't want to kill you, and I...nor did I."

Oh, it’s fake, it’s fake again, it’s the same for the first time, and it’s also the same for the second time, Di Huaiying, should I thank you for your grace of not killing me, or should I praise your wonderful method

My life and death are all determined by you, you are amazing, really amazing...

Li Bai smiled wearily, suddenly he didn't want to ask anything, he didn't want to know anything.

He sat down with his back against the maple tree, only looking at the river below the cliff.

With a movement of Mr. Xie's fingers, a white jade flute appeared and twirled around his fingertips, with blue tassels swaying.

After walking a few steps and squatting down in front of Li Bai, Mr. Xie said softly, "You don't have anything else you want to know."

Li Bai's face remained calm and he remained silent.

"This is the Zhaixing Building, my residence."

Li Bai: "..."

"Qingqiu is completely wiped out, the only thing left is the Yuanhun Orb."

Li Bai: "..."

"He knew that you would break into Kanzong, so he dismissed the elders of Kanzong early."

Li Bai: "..."

"If you don't die, the dragon people will definitely trouble you, so he joined me to make the illusion of your death."

Li Bai: "..."

"I knew him before, but it has nothing to do with him. What I said before was just to anger you."

Li Bai: "..."

"...he did it for a reason."

Li Bai: "..."

"Let me tell you from the beginning."

Demon Seed, Jiang Ziya, Immemorial Demon Formation, Demon Yin, Kanzong, Di Renjie, calculations, guilt, transactions... A little by little, the whole thing became clear.

Mr. Xie told him the whole incident, but Li Bai still didn't say a word, just looked at the surging river, as if there was nothing to do with him, nothing worth caring about.

Seeing his appearance, Mr. Xie let out a long sigh and said in a low voice, "He's dead."

Li Bai's eyes fluctuated a little.

Mr. Xie repeated again and again: "He is dead."

Li Bai's eyes moved again, and he spoke silently, but Mr. Xie could clearly see the shape of his lips, it was three words.

how come.

"No matter how powerful the Sect Master is, he is still just an ordinary person. How can he compete with the messenger of the gods? He signed a treaty with me. I will help him protect you and restrain Jiang Ziya. The price is his cultivation, life and soul."

Li Bai opened his mouth, his lower lip trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Mr. Xie continued: "After you faked your death, I sealed the Primordial Demon Formation and Jiang Ziya together with him. His cultivation base was greatly damaged, and if he indulged in not handing over these things to me, he wouldn't have many years to live."

"Kan Zong has already chosen his successor, and the negotiations with the dragon clan have also been arranged, but he is worried about you. He knows that he is ashamed of you, and he dare not ask for your forgiveness. He only hopes...you can Be less sad."

Li Bai: "..."

Mr. Xie took out a letter from his sleeve and gently threw it on Li Bai: "This is a letter he gave you before he died. You can read it if you want, and throw it away if you don't want to."

"Li Bai, his pain is actually no less than yours."

Mr. Xie left.

Li Bai sat alone, the maple leaf brushed his cheek and landed on him, and landed on the letter, his eyes were dazed, a little empty, and a little dazed.

The sun is setting, and the sun is shining everywhere.

Li Bai's eyes did not know when there was movement. He picked up the letter, brushed off the maple leaves on it, and looked at the cover quietly.

Taibai kisses you.

It was still that person's Fang Zhengyajin's handwriting.

Li Bai looked at it for a while before opening it:

It was raining day and night and the wind was violent, and there were frequent thunderstorms, making it hard to sleep. At night, I opened the window and felt pain in the seven orifices. I doubt I will die soon.

I am more than two hundred years old, counting the fate of people, counting people's lives, life and death have faded away from the world, and I am not enough. Now it is only one person's life, you know it yourself.

I often recall the past, when you were young and accompanied me on the trip, I never felt tired when I traveled several states, and I was very happy to see strange things from time to time.

After you grow up, your appearance is better than rough jade, but your talents are vertical and horizontal, and you can write poems to give me a view.When the towers listen to the rain, the vegetation is luxuriant, and the years are peaceful.

When evil happens, I can't bear it. Dao and devil are in a dilemma, I don't know what to choose, and I have already conspired with others.The words should be broken continuously, but I will be harmed by it, so I cut it hard, but I haven't seen it for decades, I know my heart.Awakened by day and woke up at night, only looking at Qingqiu.

Daoist heart is already confused, I can't bear to use your blood to light disasters, so I conspired with the ancient magician, and then destroyed Qingqiu.I know that the crime is serious, and you will never forgive me, and I didn't dare to ask for it. I only wish you... wish you... so far, the word "an" is really difficult, and I don't know what to say.

On the tenth day of this year, I am overjoyed to see you in high spirits, lingering warmth, and have no regrets in your life.

I leave a lot to say, but I dare not speak.The word love has always been confusing. It is difficult to explain in ancient times and difficult to understand today, but it makes the stars lose their color, the sun and the moon lose their light, the grass and trees lose their luster, and the mortals lose their luster.

When he was dying, his spirit was clear and his heart was still. I thought about the past a lot, and I went back and forth, going round and round, and there was nothing I could change or reverse.This encounter made me very painful, but I have never regretted it.

The sword is incisive, and the world dares to testify.

Di Huaiying, must write.

After reading the letter, Li Bai tore it up bit by bit, and let it go with his hands, the shredded paper was scattered with the wind.

He suddenly wanted to drink, the kind of strong alcohol that could hurt his throat and pierce his intestines.

Do you regret it?How can I not regret it.

Regret knowing him, regret falling in love with him, regret being tricked by him, regret trusting him, regret... That sword made me survive.

Di Huaiying, you are dead, why do you let me live

He smiled tiredly, stood up supporting the tree trunk, and walked step by step into the pavilion not far away. He knew that the man in the blue shirt must have wine.

As expected, Mr. Xie had wine. Seeing Li Bai's downcast look, he pointed to the altar of wine and said, "These are all good old wines, just take them all."

It was the second time in his life that he drank so much wine. The first time was when Ah Xian died. To be precise, he drank more and more than that time this time.

Drunk life and dream death.

You say a person has nothing, what is the meaning of his life

You say that a person can't hold on to anything, what is the meaning of his life?

You say that a person can't see any hope, what is the meaning of his life?

You say that a person no longer wants anything, what is the meaning of his life?

th.

Di Huaiying, you make my heart die.

The lone moon hangs high, and the autumn wind blows.

Li Bai was lying under the maple tree, beside a pile of wine bottles, his eyes were closed, as if he had passed out of drunkenness.

The man in the blue shirt approached slowly.There were too many maple leaves, blocking the moonlight, and he couldn't see whether there were tears on Li Bai's face.