Xu Fu

On the soft and comfortable bed, the body has recovered, and the whole body is relaxed. It seems that the hopelessness and helplessness on the verge of death just now was a nightmare. It's like the disgusting filth is creeping out again.

After a trace of purple air dissipated, a handsome man appeared in the air. His deep crimson pupils were clear, with some hidden worry, and he was dressed in a thin ink-colored gorgeous long dress, but he was silent and imposing. With an aura of aloofness, the cumbersome accessories on his body and the exquisite patterns on his clothes showed his masculinity even more.

"This is the Hall of Yangyi?" The man on the bed came back to his senses and showed a moving smile. It seemed that a long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, or that a child got the candy of his dreams. He continued, "You saved me?"

"Ah."

"I... I've grown up." He lowered his head, looking a little nervous.

"Then I'll give you a gift." The other party remained silent, tapped the air with his fingertips, and a string of exquisite porcelain beads came out out of thin air. There were a total of nineteen small round and clear blue porcelain beads with a few wisps of white luster, slowly Slow down.

He excitedly held the string of porcelain beads in his palm, as if he had obtained the most precious treasure. When his palm touched the cold and round porcelain beads, a feeling of penetrating heart spread from his palm to his whole body, dispelling any tiredness or fatigue in his body. It is restlessness, like a spring breeze after a severe winter.

And the other party smiled slightly, raised his hand to gently caress his face, and his eyes fell on his translucent and shining eyes.

The touch of the other party made his face blush with shyness, and he subconsciously clenched the porcelain beads in his palm: "Brother Shangxi..."

The man in thin black clothes is Ye Shangxi, the master of Yangyi Hall.

"Xuechen, don't like me anymore." Ye Shangxi sighed softly.

"Why... used to be because I was a child, but now..."

"It's not because of age."

"That's because... I don't have a silk shirt to look good?" The childish words were quite capricious but people couldn't bear to scold them.

And Ye Shangxi's face became a little vicissitudes and sadness because of the word "竫衣", which is an unforgettable love to the soul but also pain to the soul.He came back to his senses, gently scratched the other party's fragile skin with his fingertips and said slowly: "No, you are beautiful, more beautiful than Yushan."

"Then why..."

Before the words could be uttered, he felt the feeling of fainting rushing out of his head again. Before he closed his amber eyes, he saw a scene he had never imagined—the man in the thin black clothes started from his feet. Gradually, a raging fire ignited, and the whole body was covered with fire, burning away the sorrow of a lifetime, and the last strand of hair was also submerged by the flames, turned into ashes, and disappeared in front of him.

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't utter a single word, his heart felt a tearing pain again, and finally he closed his eyes heavily, and clear tears dripped down the pillow.

He didn't know that this was the last time he saw Ye Shangxi.

The wheel of six misfortunes turns lightly, the separation of right and wrong, in exchange for the encounter of the third world.

Burned to ashes, plunged into the abyss, floated into a cup of dawn.

The snow in the hall is clear, the ground is clean, and it melts into a safe lamp.

After 1000 years, everything seems to be peaceful.

【Zhonglu·爚】

It was still a vast expanse of chaotic whiteness, so white that he didn't know where he was, nor what time it was, let alone what the scene was outside.And in this vast expanse of whiteness, there is only a towering tree rising from the ground, with a continuous canopy, green and vigorous, and full of vitality. This tree is called "爚", and it is the only passage between Yin and Yang, and it is also the beginning of Yin and Yang.

Four blue birds inhabit this "爚" that has grown for hundreds of millions of years, guarding this area, and the four blue birds are called "Sun", "Taiyin", "Shaoyang" and "Shaoyin", the four images of yin and yang, Represents the sun, moon and stars.

Suddenly, the sound of the purple bamboo flute awakened the resting divine bird, and four blue birds jumped up and danced around.The sound of the flute is carefree and radiant, the timbre is round and soft, quiet and elegant, the elegant overtones blend into the smoky environment, bit by bit of bitterness and melancholy, a trace of involvement that seems to be absent.

The boundless line, the rhyme lingers around the beam, or it moves like a flamingo swallowing the sky, or it stands still like a tree like a firework, just like a thousand-year-old root of love.There is no relative between the two places, and there is no love between them.

Standing up and playing the flute, he was dressed in a beautiful purple attire. The jade belt made his figure look more upright. He was dressed in green bamboo silk clothes to add elegance. His silver-colored hair was tied up with a celadon hair crown. Tall and handsome, with some arrogance and elegance.

"My lord, let's go back, I'm so tired~" A boy in gray clothes squatted on the ground and drew some dots, and said with a sigh.

The sound of the flute stopped, the man turned around, his amber pupils were like a drop of transparent water in a deep and misty forest, his handsome face carried a seemingly cold and dangerous aura, he calmly looked at the little servant Say something.

A small white ball came out from the man's sleeve. The little hand was still two small round balls. It gently plucked the man's sleeve, and then climbed up the man's shirt step by step to his shoulders. On the ground, the white and round body jumped up and looked at the boy proudly.

"Young slave is wrong!" The servant immediately shuddered, sweating all over his body, and was startled by the sudden cold breath.

"Xi Xi, you are too timid." The handsome man suddenly laughed, and the ruthless and displeased majestic posture disappeared without a trace.

"Young master, don't laugh..." Xi Xi suddenly realized that he had been fooled by his young master again, with a sad expression on his face.

The man smiled lightly with a little frivolity and arrogance, and twirled the exquisite purple bamboo flute deftly with his slender hands, quite proud of it.

"My lord, let's go back~" Xi Xi said earnestly.

He ignored the servant's call, looked at Bai Tuan lazily lying on his shoulder and said with a smile, "Xiao Zhuzi, are you awake?" Picked up, delicious and lazy, but it can relieve boredom.

Just as he was swaying leisurely, the air twisted for a while, and another servant in bamboo green clothes appeared out of thin air in front of the man and knelt down, "I'd like to report to Master Jinyuan, Gensi's Master Attendant brought you another A gift."

The world is divided into two realms of Yin and Yang, and the Yin realm is in charge of Kun, Dui, Xun, and Li. The master of the Yinyi Hall belonging to these four divisions is called Yinling, which belongs to the gods. The cathode for generations is one of the origins of the world. ——The patron saint of "Yin Yi"; the Yang Realm is in charge of the four divisions of Qian, Kan, Gen, and Zhen. Ye Shangxi, the master of the Yang Yi Hall to which these four divisions belong, is called Yangyang, which belongs to the gods and has been the Yangyang of generations. It is the patron saint of another source in the world - "Yangyi".And the eight divisions belong to the immortal clan, and each division has a master and two servants. The two are extremely respected, which is quite mysterious.

The man who played the flute was Jin Yuan, Kansi's attendant. He was still fiddling with the purple bamboo flute in his hand, tapping his fingernails lightly on the flute body as if he was thinking, and suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly, Putting on an evil look, he said, "Is that Yan laughing again?"

"Yes, son."

"To see or not to see?" Jin Yuan took the bamboo Xiao and knocked on his head, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was in distress.

Jimo remained silent, quietly waiting for the other party's order.

"Forget it, it's good to go and see the beauties." Jin Yuan walked around Jimo suavely, then gradually disappeared, leaving only a hint of purple in the air mixed with the faint fragrance of apricot blossoms. .

【Kans · Lin Gong · Changle Hall】

Linxian's spiritual jade falls into the palace, which is as good as ascending to the sky.

The Lin Palace is a ring-style attic palace built of pure jade. Take the name of "Jade of Linxian".

The palace is warm in winter and cool in summer, coupled with the light transmission of ancient jade, the light transmits itself, forming a brilliant color. The garden flowers and birds, water pavilions and terraces, and elegant small buildings set off this jade palace like stars arching the moon. It is the palace of the famous eight divisions.

One of the halls is called the Changle Hall, which is the permanent residence of Jinyuan, drinking wine and playing the zither, playing the qin and painting, reciting poems and composing poems, drinking cups of water, or dancing with swords and throwing.

In a quiet place behind Changle Hall, there is a hall called "Luoxian Hall". It has been vacant for a hundred years, but it is extremely gorgeous. It is not only built with ancient jade everywhere, but also decorated with countless ancient agarwood trees. It is exquisite and exquisite. Who lives in this hall? Speculation varies.

Now it is the end of winter, the snow is thickly covered on the branches, the roof is covered with silver, and the soft snow falls from the roof or the branches from time to time, awakening some sleeping creatures, and a sense of agility in the comfort .

Jin Yuan landed in Changle Hall, stroked his clothes with his hands, suddenly a low laughter came, and the next moment, a soft body slipped into his arms.

"Xiao Yuan~ Long time no see." The visitor casually hooked Jin Yuan's neck and said with a smile on his face.

Jin Yuan blinked lightly and turned back a few steps, his movements were flowing like water, he evoked a wicked smile like a ruffian, looked at the man in front of him and said: "A gentleman doesn't do anything."

"Hehe~ Mr. Jinyuan doesn't allow me to do it myself?" Yan said with a smile, "swipe" and drew out a fan, shook it gracefully, looked at Jinyuan and smiled meaningfully, "Husband, I just did it last night. Having a good night with my concubine, why don't you pay attention to my concubine today?"

Jin Yuan shook his head like a child who was unteachable, frowned and looked at Yan with a half-smile and said with a smile.

Yan smiled and said that he was amused. He pulled the young man in Tsing Yi who was standing quietly by the side, and began to introduce him familiarly: "Hey~ New gift, a kitten, put a lot of effort into transforming him into shape!"

"Oh?" Jin Yuan slightly raised his eyebrows with a look of interest, he floated to the side of the man in blue, looked at it for a long time and then said, "What's your name?