All he said was prophecy

Yang Guang sat on the back hill with Xiao Liangquan in his arms, leaning against the hillside and looking at the shallow stream.

"What do you think, little boy?"

Yang Guang is especially precocious, and he looks the same in front of Lao Dao and Yang Jian.In front of Liang Quan, he looked different again.

He silently looked at the mottled sunlight on the ground, showing no signs of gentleness.

Xiao Liangquan had long been familiar with his appearance, so he just poked his face with his chubby fingers, "Amo, just smile, don't get angry."

"Call me brother." Yang Guang lowered his head and grabbed Xiao Liangquan's finger, "I said I'm not angry."

Xiao Liangquan nodded to himself, then nestled in Yang Guang's arms, and there was no further movement.

"Are you..." Yang Guang showed suspicion, his voice paused, "You sneaked out."

Since Liang Quan fell into a coma twice, the old Taoist never let him have contact with Yang Guang again.But when he picked up this little Taoist priest running around in the backyard at noon, he was sweating profusely and smiled obediently at Yang Guang.

Xiao Liangquan said, "Master put something in my medicine, I should have been unconscious until tomorrow."

The old man went out to find medicine.

Yang Guang pondered, stood up holding Xiao Liangquan, "You should go back."

"You should go." Xiao Liangquan said suddenly, his voice was soft and immature, but when he spoke, Yang Guang felt that this small body seemed to be stuffed with a mature soul.

That yoyo voice was sure of that.

"Are you using the spirit of speech?" Yang Guang raised his eyebrows, and the dignity and arrogance of a young man were revealed from his eyebrows.

Leaning on Yang Guang's shoulder, Liang Quan said with a smile, "No, I overheard the master's words." Yang Jian has already sent someone over, and Yang Guang will return to Chang'an City soon.

Yang Guang and Sanguanguan are completely different pictures, and they are incompatible even if they are mixed together.

Yang Guang looked at the green eyes everywhere, and the sun gently brushed over the treetops, leaving residual heat and exuding a warm atmosphere.Standing at the foot of the hillside, he nodded lightly, "Mum."

It's been a long time since he called this playful title, "What did you do?"

Yang Guang felt wrong.

At the beginning, he saved him, then blossomed, Liang Quan recreated the little paper man, and then the flower bloomed again. As far as Yang Guang knew, Liang Quan only used this speech four times. The last time he fell ill was after the little paper man.

"What did you do?" He asked again, pinching Xiao Liangquan's pink and jade-carved face, his tone so gloomy that it didn't seem like a joke.

Xiao Liangquan lazily rubbed his hands like an old man, "No, Amo was joking." The upswing end sound still tinged with playfulness.

"The old man said, the closer you are to me, the easier it is to use the language. Haven't you controlled it yet?" Yang Guang said with a frown as he carried Xiao Liangquan on his shoulders.

"Amo, have you ever thought about why?" Xiao Liangquan wrinkled his small face, as if dazzled by the sun, he avoided it, and was held in Yang Guang's arms smoothly.

Yang Guang was silent.

Xiao Liangquan said softly, "I heard that Amo's father... proclaimed himself emperor."

Yang Guang looked at him with lowered eyebrows, only to see Liang Quan's eyes sparkling, but his voice was as cool as water, "So?"

"I once hoped that you would not die..." Xiao Liangquan raised the topic, then stopped, rubbed against Yang Guang's arm, and stopped talking.

It was not an easy task for Yang Guang to pry Liang Quan's mouth open. It was easy to coax him at first, but he didn't know what he was thinking during his illness, and this man was much more alert.

"It's just a broken arm, what else can happen." Yang Guang didn't care, if it wasn't for this, he wouldn't have discovered Liang Quan's ability.

……

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Under Nangong Ming's instruction, the palace servants finally had the courage to whisper in the Sui Emperor's ear, it was already afternoon, if His Majesty was not awake, even if Nangong Ming insisted on it, trouble would definitely happen.

Nangong Ming confirmed several times, and found nothing wrong with His Majesty.He watched the palace servant's actions with a calm expression, and suddenly found a little man poking out from Yang Guang's shoulder.

Nangong Ming subconsciously pressed Gong Ren's shoulder, "Go down first!"

The servant looked at the eunuch beside him, saw him nodding, and then followed the eunuch to leave.

Nangong Ming watched the little man's movements carefully, and saw it climbed mountains and seas, and stood on Yang Guang's forehead after untold hardships, and pressed his small hand on the center of Yang Guang's eyebrows, a faint green It spread, first it smudged on the brows, then on the face, swallowing the body bit by bit, when the whole person was immersed in the green, Yang Guang opened his eyes suddenly, caught off guard, as if seeing Yang Guang's eyes flashing. A circle of gold.

"His Majesty?"

Nangong Ming called softly.

Yang Guang turned over and got off the bed, the little man fell down and landed on Yang Guang's palm.

"What time is it?" Yang Guang's voice was hoarse, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, his handsome face was expressionless, and the warm light in the room cast a shallow shadow.

"Your Majesty has been in a coma for eighteen hours."

Yang Guang closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, his dark and deep eyes did not fluctuate, "Is everyone here?"

"Yes!"

……

Kunlun Mountain is covered with white snow, and even the scattered bloodstains have completely disappeared.

He let out a growl, walking in the shape of a huge beast in the mountains, facing the overwhelming snowfall, still carrying a murderous intent that could not be wiped out, "Are you sitting comfortably?" A vague taunt was sent to him Taoist on his back.

The Taoist closed his eyes leisurely and smiled lightly, "It's really comfortable."

He snorted heavily, and galloped across the mountain stream, passing countless times in the blink of an eye, as if he knew he couldn't stop Liang Quan, and since then the journey has been smooth, and nothing else happened.

Kunlun Mountain is vast, and it is difficult for ordinary people to climb, but there is an end to it, but only those who are really involved in Taoism know how vast this Kunlun is, not just in terms of ease.Those who can go up are just a drop in the bucket.

She crossed countless mountains and forests, and among the layers, finally saw the unattainable and majestic snow peak.

"Are you really sure it's your master?" She hummed.

Liang Quan lifted up his hair that was blown by the wind, and said calmly, "He is familiar with Pindao, and Pindao is also familiar with him." But if you get your mind clear, what else can you think of?

Liang Quan looked at the snow peak in the distance, his face was desolate, his eyes seemed to be shimmering, and he didn't know whether it was joy or worry.

After doing this for three days, She stopped and yawned lazily, "It's finally here."

The snow-capped peaks stand tall, and the sound of the wind is getting louder. The abruptly formed flat land is so bright that it can reflect the appearance of a person. The withered branches are twisted hideously, and the howling wind passes through the cave, making the howling even louder.

Liang Quan took off his hood, looking at this seemingly quiet place, he turned into a human form, and sniffled dissatisfied, "The smell here is too bad." It was even more disgusting than what he smelled in the official city before.

"But there's nothing here," he said again.

Liang Quan glanced at the smooth flat ground, held the long sword that suddenly appeared, walked a few steps in the direction, and suddenly raised the sword to split the void!

boom--

The sword seemed to split something, the sudden burst of air lifted Liang Quan's cloak, and the wind and snow swept across the hem, and the cold snow particles brushed between Liang Quan's eyebrows, and his eyebrows were stained white with frost.

He licked his fingertips, and the taste bloomed between his lips.

This snow is also bitter.

After the airflow returned to normal, the illusion spread out, and after the waves disappeared, a picture like moving mountains and seas appeared in front of Liang Quan.It wasn't such a shocking scene, but the originally empty ground suddenly became crowded, and the dark and foul-smelling cave entrance suddenly appeared, which was distorted after staring at it for a long time.

He covered his nose and looked at it for a long time, "Why didn't I know there was such a dangerous place here?" It didn't look like a good place at first glance.

Several yellow talismans flew out from Liang Quan's sleeves and posted them at the entrance of the cave, barely suppressing the smell.

"I don't want to go in." She said disgustedly.

Holding the scabbard, Liang Quan frowned and looked at the entrance of the cave, "You can guard outside here, just in case." After the words fell, he had already entered the entrance of the cave.

He stood outside the cave and struggled. Liang Quan had a clear goal along the way, and he came here directly. Obviously, he knew the source of the root here. What did he put... He thought wildly for a moment, rolled his eyes, tapped his nose twice to seal his sense of smell, and the sound of the urn still entered.

snort!

The cave was dark and dull, and the smell was very strong, but Liang Quan walked all the way and pasted yellow talismans, and the smell was suppressed in the end.

"You're wasting too much now, don't you?" She looked at Liang Quan and posted them one by one without money, feeling a little distressed.

I feel sorry for this yellow talisman.

Liang Quan glanced at him, then motioned him to look at the bundle.He lowered his head and glanced at Liang Quan, "My uncle and second brother-in-law, when did you get so many things?"

He said why this little burden is so heavy, even a pig like him finds it unbearable. This is barely a mustard space?

God knows how many talismans Liang Quan has drawn and how many things he stuffed inside!

All the way down the cave, I don't know how to trace the source. The pig's voice echoed in the cave, which seemed a little gloomy, "This place is getting more and more wrong."

There had never been any demons in Kunlun Mountains, and the birth of Baishui was already an accident, but the further they went down, the more they felt the coldness was tinged with coldness, and the coldness was tinged with great malice.

"When misfortune comes, blessings depend on it, and when blessings come, misfortune rests on it."

Liang Quan read leisurely, and the pig immediately understood and stared at his feet, "This is impossible!"

The alternation of day and night is the moment of encountering demons; during the transition of yin and yang, demons will also be born.

What will be attached to the snow-capped Kunlun Mountains?