Voice of the World [Transmigration Book]

All living beings in the fairy world know that the Tianhe that flows through the Nine Layers Immortal Palace is called "Qi Water", and it is a long river that belongs exclusively to the current acting emperor Lingyin Xianzun. Anyone who dares to destroy within the Tianhe will be punished. The severe punishment of that immortal.

——Zhanbi Qiao, Luzhu Yiyi.

——There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as cutting, and as sharp as grinding.

This Tianhe was named after Lingyin Immortal Venerable, and only Lingyin Immortal Venerable could fully deserve the word "gentleman".

However, few people know that there is another cave under the Qishui. It was when Immortal Emperor Qingzhuo used the technique of transporting five elements to move his cave to the ground of Qishui when he left the customs for the last time.It's just that he hadn't been able to live for a few years before he died in order to save Shangguan Miantang, a villain who became a demon.Now this Qishui underground palace has also become an absolute forbidden place, only the three immortals can enter.

Xia Anning, dressed in white clothes like snow and fierce as fire, walked quickly into the icy underground palace, but became quiet the moment she just stepped into the main hall.

There is no one else, but someone is resting in the main hall.

This palace has not been lit for more than 300 years, and there are only sporadic plankton flickering faintly in the dark underground palace, but this does not hinder Xia Anning, one of the three gods in the fairy world.He could clearly see in the depths of the darkness, there was a person leaning against the rock wall with the clear stream flowing down.

The man was wearing a simple sky-blue robe with a transparent veil covering it.He was dressed very asceticly, with the buttons on his chest all the way to the last, completely covering his neck.The wide and wide sleeves covered his hands, and even his sleeping face was covered by the long hair hanging down. Only the rise and fall of his chest represented that he was not a doll.The clear stream of Qishui oozing from the gaps in the underground palace flows along the wall like a stream to the lotus pond of the palace, and finally returns to Qishui along the secret passage.And this time they wet the man's clothes and long hair, and perhaps his cheeks.They caressed the sleeping man softly, stroking his neck and arms tenderly, lingering and unwilling to leave.

Xia Anning's footsteps only stopped for three seconds, and then he raised his steps and walked to the side of the almost drenched sleeper and whispered: "Brother, wake up."

The man didn't answer.

An impatient look appeared on Xia Anning's face, and she said loudly, "An Yiyin! Wake up!"

The man finally moved.

He slowly sat up and brushed away the black hair covering his face, as expected, the cold running water had completely wet that face.It was a handsome face, slightly pale complexion, slightly purplish lips, and the sadness that could not be concealed in those amber eyes, all dyed his face with a strange beauty.This seems to be a face that countless people want to protect, but his aura is like the water on the surface of the earth, which is cold, gentle and nourishes everything.

——Where do you need any protection? This is clearly an existence that protects countless people.

"An Ning." An Yiyin looked at him quietly: "I just dreamed about His Majesty."

Xia Anning leaned against the wet wall and slid on the ground: "When did it happen?"

He likes to sit next to An Yiyin very much, perhaps to be correct, no one doesn't like it.He is such a gentle person, no matter who sits next to him, he will feel the warmth, it seems that there is no trouble that cannot be told to him, it seems that there is no pain that will crush the spine, and there seems to be no unsolvable problem difficulty.

but……

...The person who could give An Yiyin such a feeling is gone.

"It happened a long time ago. At that time, His Majesty was still very young, not even reaching my waist." An Yiyin chuckled, and said slowly: "He was holding a sword, but that sword was taller than his body , just looked at Tianhe like that, and then said to me..."

——You like it, how about giving this river to you alone?

——There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as cutting, and as sharp as grinding.Since I sent you off, let’s change the name of Tianhe River to Qishui.

"It's a beautiful dream." An Yiyin stood up and walked deeper into the darkness: "It seems like it happened yesterday."

"Senior brother." Xia Anning raised his head to let the cold stream wet his gorgeous but icy face: "You should take a good rest, the place is not the underground palace where the soul is tempered."

An Yiyin didn't stop, he waved his back to Xia Anning, and said softly, "Thank you. The underground palace is cold, so don't stay here for long."

Xia Anning looked at her hands that were already purple from the cold - it's not cold here, it's clearly bone-piercingly cold.This underground palace under Qishui is located on the cold veins, which is icy cold all year round but will not freeze. An ordinary immortal will be frozen to death within a few breaths.Perhaps only Lingyin Immortal Zun'an Yiyin, who has a cold spiritual vein and practices cold kung fu, can live here for a long time.

An Yiyin stopped suddenly and said, "An Ning, you are the only one among us who can use the 'Yin-Yang Reincarnation Disk'. I will leave your Majesty's whereabouts to you."

Xia Anning clicked his tongue: "Then open the barrier on the battlefield."

An Yiyin sighed: "It can't be faster. Suddenly a lot of spiritual energy overflows, and the human world will be plunged into a sea of ​​swords and flames in a short time."

Xia Anning said disdainfully: "The survival of the human world has nothing to do with me."

An Yiyin turned around and looked at him with disapproving eyes: "Just be with me, don't say this in front of your second senior brother."

"Fu Qianwen is not my second senior brother." Xia Anning said unhappily: "Hmph, so what if I call him second senior brother when he can beat me in our father's ceremony?"

An Yiyin sighed softly and shook her head: "Don't mess around..."

After a pause, he said slowly, "How much longer..."

"According to the current speed, it's still a year away." Xia Anning took out the yin-yang iron plate from his arms, and gently stroked the inconspicuous marks on it: "It's still a year away!"

An Yiyin sighed: "It's my fault for causing so many killings."

"What do you have to do with senior brother?" Xia Anning snorted coldly, "If you say that the battle between immortals and demons started in ancient times, even though it stopped halfway, it was Shangguan Miantang who provoked it again, and made the mainland of the world into a barren place. He is also the one on the ground. What is wrong with senior brother?"

An Yiyin said in a deep voice: "I agree that it would be a great sin to open the gap in the barrier of the battlefield for three days every year."

Xia Anning frowned and said, "If it wasn't for that, how could the 20-year wait turn into 15 years?"

He flicked his wide sleeves, and said in a cold voice: "Don't say it's five years, even if you can find His Majesty one day in the morning, even if the human world is devastated, so what!"

Xia Anning thought she would be reprimanded by her senior brother, but unexpectedly the other party fell silent.Xia Anning was a little uneasy, worried that what she said just now really angered this benevolent senior brother.Just as I was about to apologize, I heard the other party slowly say: "There have been rumors...the souls of those who died in the 'Land of the Leftovers' will not return to our father, but will be thrown into the well of reincarnation..."

"Nonsense!" Xia Anning shouted angrily, "Senior brother can say such groundless words!"

An Yiyin was silent.

"...I won't apologize." Xia Anning took a deep breath: "I will find it, I will definitely find His Majesty!"

He shook his sleeves and left: "Say hello to Your Majesty for me, I won't go to see him today."

An Yiyin watched his back leave the dark underground palace, and the little lights floating around made his elegant and handsome face flicker in the darkness.The agent of the Immortal Emperor sighed softly, and what he no longer concealed in his sigh was indescribable exhaustion.

He walked towards the depths of the main hall again, the cold water on his clothes quickly evaporated as he moved, and when he entered the bedroom, there was no trace of wetness on his body at all, only ice piercing into his bones.

It's just that the "people" on the bed don't care.

——It was a headless body, dressed in a bright yellow costume, paired with first-class fairy treasures, sleeping on a soft and gorgeous mattress.However, no matter how magnificent and magnificent the only room in the entire underground palace where the skylight penetrates is, it cannot conceal that this is a pale corpse, and there is no head.

"Your Majesty..." An Yiyin sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly took hold of the cold left hand of the corpse: "...Junior Brother Zhuo..."

——You like it, how about giving it to you alone?

——There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as cutting, and as sharp as grinding.Since I sent you off, let’s change the name of Tianhe River to Qishui.

——Why bother to say thank you.You are a senior brother, so it is Huangu Junior Brother, His Majesty, it is annoying to hear.

"I'm sorry... Senior Brother is incompetent..." His hands trembled slightly: "Even your head...can't be taken back..."

The temperature from the opponent's skin is hundreds of times colder than the Qi water in the underground palace.

"Junior Zhuo..."

"Junior Zhuo..."

"Junior Brother Zhuo... hurry up... come back..."

"Go home now……"

— How about smiling more?

——No matter when, it is always good if you can laugh.

--solitary?There is nothing funny, so why should Gu laugh?

For more than 300 years, whenever at this moment, a thought that frightened him would always occupy An Yiyin's heart mercilessly.But 300 years had made him used to repression, and it was the same this time.

The dim light from the zenith made his pale face slightly flushed—it was already morning.

Another year...

Another year.