Gu Meizhi

"Picking apples? On the shore of Nanjian. Picking algae? Walking there..."

The mysterious sacrificial song of the Zhongrong people still echoes on the surface of the Guishui, and every time a line is sung, the blue halo and misty water vapor lingering on the water become heavier.

The natural aura of the Guishui and the Zhongrong people seemed to complement each other, there were clearly only a few dozens of people here, Mei Qing gradually heard the sacrificial song, it was as if tens of thousands of people were singing in chorus.

The yellow beast made of water vapor was originally hazy and ethereal, but now it is gradually gathering and clear amidst the repeated sacrificial songs.Mei Qing gradually didn't care about other things, and immediately took a step forward in Teng Huang's direction.

"Senior Teng Huang!——I only thought you were captured by Chaos. How is your situation? Are you injured?!"

He stretched out his hand to touch it, his fingertips pierced through the damp and cool water vapor, and condensed into a few drops of water in the Guishui River, only then did he become convinced that the now yellow skin was made of aura and had no substance.

Teng Huang smiled and said: "Don't worry, your lord, Teng Huang's soul has returned to the monument left by the emperor in the Great Western Wilderness overseas. Not to mention injured."

In the moment between the two asking and answering, the tune of the sacrificial song gradually turned farther away, and as the vortex in the center of the Guishui rolled, the water mist floating in mid-air became thicker and thicker, and Mei Qing gradually came back to her senses. He couldn't see the Chinese people beyond the mist for a long time, so he couldn't help turning his eyes to the Emperor Zhongrong who was not far ahead.

Emperor Zhongrong looked worried, and said to Teng Huang in a deep voice: "Don't be late, go early and return early."

Teng Huang casually raised his front paw to indicate that he was clear, and when he said it, it was too late, and then it was too soon, and as he lifted his front paw, he saw the vortex in the Gui water suddenly changed.

The originally wide river surface was full of turmoil, and the river quickly poured into the center of the vortex, and the surrounding brilliance flourished, and the center of the vortex suddenly turned into a dark road.

"This is……"

Mei Qing gradually stared at the deep road ahead. Emperor Zhongrong once said that China and Baimin Kingdom are connected by waterways, so this is where it seems to be.

Many ethnic groups in China have already been blocked from the road by the water curtain turned by the water, and the strong wind is blowing around them, but it never blows Mei Qingjian's hair on the temples.

He walked slowly, the sound of the soles of his boots stepping across the river bed echoed in his ears, a broken flower was torn to pieces by the strong wind, and drifted past him with the wind, Mei Qing gradually stretched out his hand, just caught that petal residual flowers.

The moment the petals landed on his palm, the imprint of Chenghuang totem on the center of Mei Qingjian's eyebrows flickered on and off suddenly, and a warm current flowed through her body. Qing gradually closed her eyes subconsciously, and then slowly opened them after a while.

"..."

He heard Teng Huang's long sigh.

Before I know it, the world has changed before my eyes.

The hot rough gravel is under their feet, as if they are in the long-drought and rainless Gobi desert. The air is filled with the smell of old and hot gunpowder smoke, like the smell left over from the burning of wheat straw, which is pungent and decadent. .

The world is full of withered and scorched earth, ruined walls, and no trace of people. This is a city that has been dead for a long time, and this is the country of the white people in the past.

Twenty years have changed, but here, I can't feel the passage of time at all.Mei Qing gradually looked back to where she came from, and the vortex of air flow caused by the previous gust of wind was slowly subsiding, as if the chaos that slaughtered the city—no, it seemed that the Dijiang that slaughtered the city had just left there.

Mei Qing slowly looked around.

The scene in front of him seemed like a world away, yet it seemed familiar.He hesitated and walked forward, Teng Huang turned into his original body and followed behind him.

The snow-white marble palace collapsed completely, and large areas of stone walls were blackened and ugly by the smoke. The beams carved from white jade fell to the center of the city, and the jade slag was scattered everywhere. The wind passed by and rustled the embers. black ash.

Mei Qingjian was stunned for a while, walked across the dilapidated jade beams across the road, and walked slowly towards the city, the remaining memories stored in her childhood were completely loosened by the seal of divine power, and emerged one by one before her eyes.

In the past, at the turn of spring and summer, commoners in the Bai Republic often sold cattle and horses outside the city. He once saw a particularly thin calf here, with a pair of clear black eyes that could surpass his mother's most precious pair of obsidian;

The cabinet door of the corner jade store was dark and tall. He once sneaked in once while his elders were not paying attention, just to get into the cabinet door and take a look;

The uncle who makes the clay figurines often stuffs him with snacks; the sister who specializes in bird eggs has long snow-white hair like a waterfall...

Mei Qingjian could not remember the voices and smiles of these people for a long time, and tried to recall, but only some fragmented remnants remained. What he saw and heard in his childhood was like quicksand in his palm. He couldn't wait to hold it, but it passed away more and more. faster.

This is his hometown that he will never go back to.In the huge hometown and homeland, only the footsteps of him and Teng Huang alone are left.

The marble stairs in the palace city have long since collapsed and been destroyed. Mei Qingjian tapped his toes and jumped forward. On the homeland of Bai Minguo, the divine power contained in his body naturally flowed freely, and between breaths, he fell lightly on the broken stairs. top.

Most of the black lacquered wooden door on one side was burnt down, Mei Qing gradually closed her eyes to gather herself, and then slowly walked in sideways.

There is a mess everywhere.All the classics and books in the room were destroyed by the fire. Half of the smoky and scorched curtain was hung obliquely on the corner of the window lattice. Ashes and rags were mixed with mottled blood. Mei Qingjian stared at it for a while, then suddenly squatted down. Check it out.

Teng Huang swallowed again before his superior called out.

It's been a long time, the ashes are scattered at the touch, Mei Qingjian didn't seem to notice it, only the sound of rummaging around in the dead silent city, after a long while, he finally found it in the collapsed old wooden bookcase I found something like that.

The original appearance of the painting can no longer be seen, the cloth was rolled and deformed, it must have been torn severely by someone, and it was thrown into the raging fire without being torn, so only a small piece of scorched black remained. Broken remnants of cloth.

Most of Di Jiang's body in the painting was burned, and what was left on the remaining cloth could barely be seen to be his unruly eyes.

"..." Mei Qingjian suddenly clenched his fists, pinching the piece of rag until his knuckles turned white, and he closed his eyes tightly, only then could he barely restrain the deep-seated evil that was rolling endlessly in his chest.

He opened his mouth, only to realize that his voice was dry and hoarse, which sounded a lot unfamiliar, "Here, why isn't there..."

He couldn't say it, but Teng Huang beside him already understood what he meant.

"The descendants of gods were born from the aura of heaven and earth. After death, their souls returned to heaven and earth, and their bodies melted away. There is no corpse left behind."

Teng Huang replied in a low voice: "In the past, when the emperor and the emperor passed away one after another, there were no coffins and tombs. Later generations searched for the blessed place where the aura of mountains and rivers is beloved, and erected tombs and immortal monuments, so that they could be enshrined. One or two traces of soul remnants in the gods."

Mei Qingjian's heart tightened slightly. He remembered that when he broke through the seal of divine power and was unable to extricate himself from the inner demons, he was helped by the old man who claimed to be the soul of the emperor. He also said that there are It seems that the seven monuments left by the emperor are indeed real.

"Will future generations capture the legacy of the predecessors by erecting a stele?" Mei Qingjian's voice was slightly hurried, and she couldn't help but turn her gaze to the messy study in front of her.

Most of his parents and elder brothers were here before they died. Although there is no body, there are remnants of spiritual breath left behind.

If we talk about the blessed land that the aura of mountains and rivers loves, the Kingdom of God in Zhongrong must be the most important place in the world, and Zhongrong is the hometown of his mother Yingji, so the aura can naturally bind and depend on it.

If a monument is erected for his parents in China—maybe, maybe he can see his parents who are both yin and yang again? !

"I can't." Teng Huang's voice was extremely soft, but it was like a handful of icy cold water, extinguishing the flames of hope that had just ignited in Mei Qingjian's heart.

At this moment, Teng Huang finally put away his previous cynicism. Following Mei Qingjian's gaze, he looked at the dilapidated Miyagi in front of him. Aside from being dazed by the vicissitudes of life, he also had a rather unbearable expression, "The emperor opened up In the Ten Kingdoms of the Great Desolation, the divine power is extraordinary, and many descendants of the descendants of the gods will never be able to hold a candle to it. What's more..."

He remained silent for a while, until Mei Qing gradually looked towards him, then he lowered his eyes and responded slowly: "The ten witches of the Great Wilderness in the clan once had a fortune-telling about the kingdom of Baimin, and the fortune-telling revealed an omen of great evil and annihilation of the clan.

"—Your Majesty, Ying Ziwei Xing came into the world, and was not within the five-element fate, so he escaped this catastrophe. However, His Majesty Di Yuan, Mrs. Ying Ji, and His Eldest Brother Dilian Shenjun... all could not escape the death of their souls." .”

Great omen, omen of genocide!

As if an invisible sledgehammer hit Mei Qingjian's heart hard, the chaotic and complicated scene suddenly flashed before her eyes, the figure of her mother who was independent in the depths of prosperity was fleeting, and the verdant homeland and scorched black and dry soil flashed alternately. The gradual breathing was almost suffocating.

He suddenly remembered that after reviving Bo Jiu, he was trapped in the disorder of divine power, and dreamed that he returned to the Bai Minguo many years ago, and sneaked into the study to listen to his father and brother's business. At that time, he once heard——

"You came back after seeing the ten witches in the wilderness, but you refused to mention the results of the witch divination in front of people several times. What's going on?"

"The shock from the bottom to the top, the thunder from the sky is innocent.... The great evil, the omen of the annihilation of the clan."

……

Yes, that was not a dream.

In the dream, I was still a child. Maybe when he was three years old, his mother took him out for an outing. He met a spirit beast, Ru Ru, and sneaked into his father and brother's study. The fate of the Bai people in the mouth of the Ten Witches of the Great Wilderness!

Mei Qingjian suddenly closed her eyes tightly, trying hard to recall the rest of the experience in the dream, resisting the old wound that was throbbing in her skull.

Apart from the old silk painting that Di Jiang Linshui painted himself, which he has held in his palm, has he seen anything else, has he heard anything...

I vaguely remember that when my father and brother were talking, they mentioned another matter sporadically. At that time, he felt boring and didn't pay attention to it when he was young. What was it——

"—Nanhai sends envoys again, and they will all be rejected. I stand upright and stand upright. If they have the courage, they can send troops to avenge Emperor Shu. If they don't dare, don't use some sneaky tricks behind their backs." .

"Although Baimin and Zhongrong are connected by waterways, hmph, if I don't know me, I will be determined by them!"

"This matter has not been brought to the surface. Emperor Shu is dead, and they are wronged first, so they probably dare not do this. But if the South China Sea and the North Sea join forces...Father, we are afraid that we will not be able to deal with it."

Her elder brother's tired and hoarse voice seemed to be still in her ears, Mei Qing gradually opened her eyes, her white pupils shone brightly, and she stared at Teng Huang in front of her without blinking.

He paused every word and said: "What is the relationship between Emperor Shu of the South China Sea and the Kingdom of Baimin?"