The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

A month in Chang'an.

Under the bright moonlight, the white-haired young man climbed up the building in Zhenyi, and sat quietly on the tall building.

The wind blowing across the mountains and rivers, gently brushing over his clear brows, made him look extremely lazy.

"Your Highness."

Thousands of winds traveled across mountains and rivers, and in the pavilion behind him, she turned into a curvy female body, bowing and saluting.

"Reincarnation is complete, thank you Your Highness for taking action."

Li Jiancheng half leaned on the threshold of the vermilion pavilion, staring at Chang'an under the moon, without saying a word.

The woman behind him stood respectfully three steps away from him, not daring to say much.

After standing for a long time, the woman quietly raised her eyes to look at the figure infected by the moonlight.

"Individual matter."

The young man suddenly turned his head, slightly startling the woman.

The young man's facial features, eyes, mouth and nose are as exquisite as an ink painting, and his eyes that can see through three thousand worlds are completely clear.

"I want to go to the underworld."

The white-haired young man got up, the black gold robe slipped down like water, and there was a cold glow under the moonlight.

"Don't let me find out that I saw something I shouldn't know."

Even his normally clear voice was as cold as frost.

The woman shrank her head timidly, "Yes."

The figure of the young man disappeared before her eyes, and after a long time, the woman slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

This Highness, as always, does not wait to see the way of heaven.

Even if this is His Highness's original world, it's the same.

The woman frowned, thinking distressedly, this is really a disaster, how can she hide it from her little friend?

In fact, even if he didn't hide it from the truth, Tiandao's little partner wouldn't be so brainless to report to Dao.

You don't know, what happened to the Heavenly Dao in Honghuang back then has already become a joke circulated among the Heavenly Dao in all worlds.

In view of Da Dao's involvement in it, no one dares to laugh at it publicly, but there are quite a few complaints with friends in private.

After all, because of his eagerness for quick success and quick profit, he can forcefully play a good deck of cards like that. After all these years, there is only that idiot Hong Huang.

They're not that stupid.

But Your Highness still doesn't believe in the way of heaven.

The woman sighed faintly, and her slender figure turned into thousands of winds and disappeared into the tall building.

The moonlight shone in softly, as if he didn't see what happened just now.

Li Jiancheng walked against the wind, passed through the gate of ghosts surrounded by ghostly cold air, and stepped on the road to Huangquan step by step.

The wind is howling, and the black mist is long.The dragon-claw-shaped flowers spreading beside Huangquan Road are as bright as fire, reflecting his bright face.

He came here without telling his siblings, as long as he is willing, no one including Houhou and Shi Feixuan can find out his whereabouts.

As for letting the world's consciousness hide the way of heaven, it is because the things he will do next and the people he will meet are intertwined with cause and effect, so he may not be able to cover up his traces.

There is a thousand feet of darkness, the Yellow Spring is gloomy and cold, the Wangchuan River is flowing, the Naihe Bridge overlooks the hometown, and the six paths of reincarnation lead nowhere.

It is the underworld of the underworld, the secluded capital of the underworld.

The three thousand worlds are constantly rotating and ever-changing. There may be no heavens, but there will be no hells and underworlds.

The reincarnation of all walks of life has different forms, but it is endless, and sooner or later, it will always be born with the world.

If the samsara collapses one day, it means that this world has reached the end of the Dharma era and is on the verge of collapse.Either cut off the source of spiritual energy and take a completely different path, or you can only wait for the world to go to destruction.

In the heavens and myriad worlds, worlds are constantly disappearing, and worlds are being reborn, and the cycle is repeated. Most of them follow this law.

And the source of reincarnation in the eastern world...

Li Jiancheng stood quietly in the underworld, and looked up at the Senluo Palace.

In front of Senluo Hall, ghosts and gods knelt down and worshiped, Yan Jun came all the way and said, "Why do you come here?"

The young master, who was holding a light sword and was dressed in black clothes, smiled softly.

"Entering Jiuyou alone, to meet an old friend."

Hearing this, Yan Jun took a careful look at him, and when he was able to recognize the identity of the tall and handsome young man in front of him, his eyes were deeply saddened, he pondered for a while, and said, "Your Highness, why bother?"

You have walked all the way, you should know that the world is turning around, and the old friend you want to find may not be the one you met at the beginning.

Li Jiancheng lowered his eyes and said, "Housu, don't you want to see me?"

His voice echoed in Jiuyou, loud and clear, causing the undead in front of the Naihe Bridge to look up, but they couldn't find the source.

"Your Highness," Yan Jun's face changed: "Your Highness, be careful, there is only one Empress Pingxin after the Netherworld."

As soon as his voice fell, he felt bad.

I saw the young master who looked like a spring moon willow in front of his eyes raised his eyebrows and smiled, instantly lighting up the underworld.

"Then please Yan Jun, lead me to see Pingxin."

"I can't bear the word 'please' from Your Highness," Yan Jun bit the bullet and said, "A great god like Empress Pingxin, you should know that this place is not the deity."

"It's okay."

The young master changed the posture of holding the light sword in his arms, and the jade on the sword flowed with vast blooms.

Yan Jun silently wiped a tear in his heart, you big gods fight, can you not implicate these little gods who are on the sidelines, it is easy to accidentally hurt them.

'Well, let him in. 'The distant female voice came from the end of the past life and floated to Yan Jun's ears.

After a stalemate for a long time, finally heard the voice of his own mother, Yan Jun wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, please follow me as an official."

Li Jiancheng blinked, and casually retracted the Qianye Changsheng Sword that was about to be put on Yan Jun's neck, and walked slowly behind Yan Jun.

There was only a group of ghosts and gods kneeling on the ground trembling, looking at each other, guessing who is the one who can make Yan Jun bow his head.

The nether world is no better than a heaven where strange flowers and grasses never fade away. There are only large golden lanterns everywhere, with flowers but no leaves, which are extremely gorgeous.

Most of the time, they are called 'Bana'.

Li Jiancheng's clothes swept across the flowers, causing the flowers to tremble for a while.

Looking from behind him, the young master Qingjun in black clothes and golden clothes was thin and thin, with a coquettish blood red flowing under his feet, and boundless darkness in front of him.

It's like stepping on the sea of ​​blood, from the bright place, to the endless darkness.

Underworld, the endless secluded capital.

Yan Jun stopped at the entrance of the main hall, stepped aside, and stretched out his hand towards the hall.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty is waiting for you inside."

Li Jiancheng nodded, "Thank you Yan Jun for leading the way."

The young man holding the sword entered the Youdu Great Hall alone.

At the same time, circles of ripples suddenly appeared in the sky of the underworld, and the female body transformed into world consciousness sighed, quietly suppressing such unusual fluctuations.

Even though she felt in her heart that perhaps Dao would not do anything to His Highness again, it was just her feeling.

What's the use of His Highness if you don't believe me.

Li Jiancheng, who is now in Youdu, naturally has no way of knowing the idea of ​​world consciousness.He just held his sword, passed through the veil hanging down in the hall, and walked quietly to the depths of the hall.

Even so, when walking, there was a gust of wind behind him, gently stirring the silk yarn hanging around.

In the depths of the hall, on a high platform, sits a goddess with a snake tail and seven hands on her back. The flying snake spit out a message and slipped from her hands in front of her, casting cold eyes on the young man who came.

"If it wasn't for the Qianye Longevity Sword, I wouldn't have known that you were still alive."

The Goddess who controls Netherworld opened her eyes, and her calm eyes trembled slightly after seeing the white-haired young man clearly.

"It's been a long time since I saw this face—"

"Sword Immortal Zhaoming."

"You Wu Clan are still like this. You have always recognized people only by strength." Li Jiancheng smiled, "Should I be honored that you remember my face, Madam Pingxin?"

"Or--"

"Background."

The goddess called 'Hou Tu' smiled imperceptibly, and the Soaring Snake slipped from her hand, wandering in the mist above the temple, and slid away soundlessly.

"Have you been away for many years, will you be safe?"

"Thanks to your concern, I am lucky to be safe."

Houtu: "Really?"

Li Jiancheng replied calmly: "I'm not dead yet, are you surprised?"

Houtu: "..."

Hou Tu laughed, "Yes, you have always been tough."

"Oh," Li Jiancheng didn't care about her words, "It seems that you are not bad, and you are still in the mood to mock me, Houtu."

Houtu's temper was a bit like that of Wu Xingyun back then, and Li Jiancheng was quite experienced in dealing with such tempered people.

However, unexpectedly, the old friend in front of him didn't come back like he did back then, but just looked at him very slowly, tracing his eyebrows and eyes, as if there were thousands of words lingering in it.

"Background?"

The goddess sighed quietly: "Don't call me the name Houtu again."

"I am now called Pingxin."

That name belonged to the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan back then, not to the Pingxin Empress under the Netherworld.

There was a bit of sadness in her words, which made Li Jiancheng feel quite melancholy.

"You call yourself Pingxin now, isn't it a Houtu?"

Li Jiancheng sat on the ground, with bright yellow skirts scattered all over his body, and his eyes sparkled like a round of eternal light.

Houtu was speechless, and after a long while, she let out a long sigh, "I'm just a glimpse."

"The split spirit is also you."

The white-haired young man rested his elbows on his crossed knees, propped his chin and said lazily, "At least you've survived till now."

"Aren't you the same?" Houtu seemed to have thought of something, and sneered: "It is said that the disaster will last for thousands of years, but I think you can last for thousands of years."

"Why is Changqin not as lucky as you?"

"Changqin he—" Li Jiancheng's eyelids twitched, and before he could say anything, he saw a look of pain flashing between Pingxin's eyebrows.

He felt a twinge in his heart, did he guess wrong?

Honghuang was completely shattered, and he couldn't find the way to the past for a while, even if he could find it, Dao Dao would not allow him to go back.

Fortunately, Yang Meisong and his space source had been re-refined in the chaos before he returned to his hometown, at least he already had an idea of ​​the whereabouts of the Lingzhu.

Only Changqin has no news at all, so he accelerated the establishment of reincarnation in the original world, which is the fastest way to reunite with old friends.

Even if it's just a distraction from Houtu, it's enough.

Houtu knew far more than Xuanshi and Nie Xiaolou who died halfway.

In the inexplicable Lich War that started back then, Lingzhu was on the side of the Monster Clan, Feng Lai was on the side of the Witch Clan, and because he had friends on both sides, and because he was imprisoned in Zixiao Palace by Hongjun, he didn't know the situation on the battlefield at all. .

However, based on the memories he recalled and the clues he found later, he knew that at least Houtu and Nvwa should have used their own merits to hide the members of the Lich Clan, and Sanqing, not to mention the other two. Tongtian will definitely find a way to keep part of the Yaozu.

Several of Tongtian's direct disciples belong to the Yaozu.

Houtu, no, since Pingxin was able to save Shuangshu and send them into reincarnation to rebuild, how could he not be able to keep the crown prince Changqin back then?

How can this be? !

The author has something to say:

The fourth level should run with me again, and I feel tired.

There should be another chapter today, in the evening, I will work hard to code.

ps: I have mixed up a lot of messy myths, so don’t research them!

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!