God [Ancient Sword]

When the sword-holding elder from Jinting Mountain came to ask for medicine in person, Chen Yan saw it from afar.

She was sitting on the tallest Magnolia magnolia stalk by the Yinshui Pond, with hairpins of peach blossoms dangling from her soft hair, shaking so much that she suspected that it would soon disperse, but it never disappeared. Looking down from here, you can see the main hall of Yongye, so I pushed away those blooming and frozen flower souls and took a sneak peek, and unexpectedly met a pair of extremely clear eyes full of spiritual energy.

The slightly upturned phoenix eyes that were naturally affectionate, but because of the innocence, purity and ignorance of the world's immature between the brows and eyes, there is a bit of quiet aura on the contrary.The little girl was bored sitting on the steps in front of the hall. When she found her, she was stunned in this direction, then got up and ran to the white-clothed disciple of the Qingyu altar not far away, tugged at his sleeve, and pointed at the magnolia tree. refer to.

The disciple turned his head and glanced in a daze, and then quickly stood up respectfully and respectfully. He had the illusion that he was standing upright, bowed to her, and then bowed his head and said something to the girl. After a brief exchange, he Lead the people into the hall.

Chen Yan tilted his head, and slowly lowered the branch.While gazing at the calm and deep pool, he gently shook his feet.

The medicine is golden elixir, those people come to ask for golden elixir.And she knew what those golden pills were actually.

He will do nothing to avoid her.

Most of the time, she just stayed by his side, watching his calculations and schemes, with blood on his hands and dirt all over his body.

He hugged her tenderly, played the piano for her, tied her hair together, and made exquisite hairpins, but sometimes, even if it was just a few feet away, he didn't even dare to touch her.

Are you afraid of me, or yourself?

He is a god, but also a demon, gentle and compassionate, yet indifferent and cruel, longing for warmth, yet spurning charity, deeply loathing mortals, yet unable not to be touched by mortal emotions... He has lost too many times, So even touching it became an unavoidable disaster.All the people who had abandoned him, abandoned him, hurt him, and lied to him had turned to ashes, and she was the only one left.

Chen Yan subconsciously touched the peach blossom tassels in his hair again, thinking that this is really ridiculous, but the one who wants to give him freedom hurts him the most.

—— "Who are you?" A soft voice with a little milky fragrance came from under the tree.

She stopped her dangling feet and looked down.

The little girl who appeared below at some point raised her head and smiled at her, and the white-clothed disciple who was not far away moved back a little.

Chen Yu looked at her for a while, put his hands on the branches, and jumped off the tree with his strength.The branches swayed and the magnolia flowers rustled, and some delicate petals were shaken off, quietly falling on the heads of the two people, and then falling to the ground along the soft hair.

"My name is Ayan," she smiled, and said softly, "What's your name?"

"Wangyou, my name is Wangyou." The girl giggled, she looked very happy to see her peers, innocent and natural, simple and free that had never been bound by anything.

Chen Yan took a few steps back, sat on the stone platform by the pool, and waved to the girl.The two sat side by side, looking at the silent pool without any ripples.

Wangyou said curiously: "Why are they so afraid of you? I asked who you are, but they refused to tell me."

"They're not afraid of me, they're afraid of another person." She thought for a while, "I don't tell you because they don't know me."

"Ah?" Wangyou blinked her eyes, wanted to refute but couldn't find any words, "But, but..."

"Actually, I'm the same as you. I just came here as a guest." Chen Yu said, "It's just that you left after a while, and I have to stay here forever."

Wangyou scratched his face, blinked again, didn't understand.But she quickly shifted her attention: "Then who are they afraid of?"

Chen Yan laughed: "Is there anyone you are afraid of?"

"Yes! My father is scary. He stood in front of me and looked at me, and I was so scared that I didn't dare to move!"

"That elder holding the sword is your father?" Startled slightly, then relieved, "He's just like your father."

Wangyou thought for a while, then Mao Sai suddenly realized: "Ah, you are talking about the head of the green jade altar - the man in the apricot dress? Yes, yes, he looks so good-looking, but I always don't dare to look up. I feel anxious and want to run away."

Chen Yan tilted his head.

Of course he is good looking.The spirit of the piano, the bearing of the immortal family, even though the appearance is different in each life, can't escape the brilliance of the clear moon, the charm of orchid and bamboo.It is said that the appearance is based on the voice of the heart, but he separated the soul from the body. No one knows the twisted and broken soul under the beautiful face. There is no similarity in soul, bone, and shape, and the countless times he has experienced Thousands of years are enough for him to control his appearance.

So many people admire his face, but now there is a child who naively said that he scares me, and I dare not even look at him.

Chen Yan stroked his fingers, and said softly: "You came to the Qingyu Altar...to ask for some kind of medicine."

The girl was distracted again, but this time she looked a bit depressed: "Probably it's for curing the disease, or it's for prolonging life. Daddy won't tell me." She took a deep breath, and said, "I ... I haven't seen my mother since I was a child. I heard from them that my mother is just a mortal, and I can't cultivate immortals without spiritual roots, and my father won't let me see her, but my father obviously cares about my mother so much. The elixir and elixir he has almost been searched for by him."

"There is always a reason for everything in the world." Chen Yu said, "I didn't tell you, probably because I thought you didn't know well."

"But I'm almost grown up," Wangyou sighed like an adult, "I always feel that they don't care about my feelings."

Chen Yan didn't speak, and smiled slightly at her.

Wangyou looked at her, and suddenly said: "Actually, when I was young, I would dream of my mother in my dreams."

The person opposite blinked.

Wangyou said sullenly: "I don't know if she is my mother...but I think so. She just took my hand and walked along a road, walking hard, but the road never ended. ...every time I yelled that I was tired, she would stop, look at me, and disappear."

Wangyou bent her legs and put her arms around her knees: "When I grow up, I won't have this dream again. But I always remember the look in her eyes, very sad..."

Chen Yu thought for a while, then bent down and put his hand into the pool, the slender and misty water swirled around her fingertips, and gradually took the shape of a flower, she picked it out: "Is there this kind of flower on both sides of the road?"

Wangyou was stunned, a little surprised: "How do you know?"

"This is the flower on the other side of the nether world—whether she is your mother or not, she has taken you through the underworld."

Wangyou's expression was a bit cramped, no one would be too relaxed when they heard the words Netherworld, but she was actually more puzzled why her mother took her to a place where she could only go after death in her dream.

"Don't be sad," Chen Yu said, "She's not hurting you."

Wangyou's eyes were watery: "What is it? Can you tell me?"

"The Underworld is located in the Netherworld. The Underworld is the place of the dead, but the Earth is not. There are also cities where the living live forever in the Earth, and there are also cultivators of various races. What ordinary people don't know is that it also has a passage." Chen Yan said in a hurry. Slowly said, put the flowers on the ground, and the water-condensed flowers gradually stretched out, sticking out their roots and branches, and pierced down along the stone, as if they had grown on the stone.

"It's called Datura Flower. In fact, Taoists generally like to call it Misin Hua, because it is born from the Yellow Spring and is highly poisonous. Under Jiuyou, the Santu River is divided into two banks, one bank is the other bank flower, and the other bank is Misin Hua. One flower, two colors, one is as bright red as blood, devours the spiritual power of death, and the other is pure white as snow, dyed with the poison of Huangquan. At first, there is no name. There is such a thing as "Buddha" in the world, and that flower has manjusha. Hua, Mandala Hua."

"Then... what does it have to do with my mother?"

Chen Yan smiled: "There is no distinction between red flowers and white flowers in the world. They are all called Bian. There are 24 solar terms in the world, and No. 16 is called Autumn Equinox. , that’s why it’s called Bianhua. When the flowers in the world bloom, the flowers in the underworld can connect Yin and Yang. Do you always fall in autumn when you have this dream?”

"Yeah yeah!"

"If you walk on the side of the red flowers, you will be on the way to the underworld. If you walk on the other side of the white flowers, if you can't get to the end, it means you are going to another place."

"Where?" Wang You asked anxiously.

"Boundary Ladder, Boundary Well, or whatever you call it, there is a passage running through the six realms, the three big realms of heaven, earth and man, the immortals and demons are the heavens, and the entrance of the road is the place where the candle dragon sleeps, so you can't enter it. The barrier separates the heaven and the earth, and they exist alone, and the ghost world merges into the earth world, so there are only two worlds left, the demon world and the demon world."

Wangyou moved her lips, but did not make a sound.It took a long time before he murmured: "My mother can't be a monster." Otherwise, how could a person as jealous as my father be...

"But my mother can go to such a place...she must not be a mortal. Why did they lie to me?"

The little girl sat there blankly, looking like she was about to cry.

Chen Yan poked the flower made of water on the stone, the petals trembled, and slowly turned into a trickle, which flowed back into the pool.

——"Ah Yan."

The gentle voice brought back her wandering thoughts.She turned her head and saw Li Chuhuang standing under the magnolia tree, looking at her quietly.

So she stood up, glanced at Wangyou who was still confused, turned her head and ran towards him, throwing herself into his open arms.The man in the gray apricot shirt embraced her, stretched out his hand to touch her face, and bent down to hug her.

A figure in a black shirt passed by, Chen Yan turned his head to look, saw Wang You jumped up quickly, and called out respectfully: "Daddy."

Looking down at Li Chuhuang, she hugged his neck.Then he was carried away.

She didn't ask how much he had heard.He didn't ask her why she said that.

No matter what others think of him or how he thinks of himself, when she looks at him, the way she sees him has never changed.What was the look of the white-clothed immortal by the riverside back then, and what is the appearance of the remnant soul standing in front of her now.

She doesn't care about everything this reincarnation has imposed on him.

'But it's my fault. Chen Yan actually understood very well, "He is not me."The pain stays with me for too short a time, so I will never change because of it.But he is not me.The pain and despair are too deeply entangled in his soul, he can't get rid of it, can't let go, I can't feel his pain, so how can I ask him not to care? "

'As much as he hates the world, he hates himself.Even though I don't think he has changed, so what, he no longer admits that he is the prince Changqin. '

In this person's consciousness, the soul of the piano had already passed away with the nine-fold thunder calamity on the Zhanxiantai, and the crown prince Changqin died on the radiant Mt. Think about it, if you get into the dust of the world, you will face the current situation.

She no longer knew how to save him.

The author has something to say: 7.2

("Ah Yan is an idiot!" Fenghuang cried bitterly behind the mirror, "If you don't tell him, he will make up his mind, you don't know that asking him to make up his mind is the most terrible thing in the world!")

The Penglai plot that the mother had planned earlier!Why did I tear up the first generation of Qingyutan? ! ... Trying to finish another chapter, Ah Yan hangs up, the boss uses the lock of the sky to find the Hengshan Liantang... then you can drive to Penglai~

Recently, I suddenly realized something...well, let’s not talk about it this time, but prove it with actions.

The stupid author even managed to get up early at 6 o'clock every day and run in the morning. I don't believe that I can't do this!