The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

Perhaps Li Jiancheng's expression was so frightened that his body was on the verge of falling, so Houtu couldn't bear to close his eyes.

"He is the prince of my witch clan. If possible, I will protect him of course."

"Nu Wa was able to rob Lu Ya by virtue of her identity. Although my holy position is not as stable as hers, it is not impossible."

"But," Houtu took a deep look at the young man who was stunned, "all fifty strings of the Feng Laiqin are broken, how can I save him?"

Li Jiancheng's face suddenly turned pale.

Everyone knows that the prince of the Wu clan was born holding the qin. There is a qin and a phoenix. The qin has fifty strings. If you are happy, the sky will be clear and the sky will be bright. If you are sad, the sun will be dim and the moon will be dark. chaos.

All fifty strings were broken, which meant that Feng Lai's original body was completely torn apart, and his soul would never return.

how can that be......

In his memory, when Hong Huang met Feng Lai again, the other party was already the prince of the Wu clan.

On that day, the wind in Lishan Mountain was warm.

Li Jiancheng waded in after the bird that Kong Xuan had stolen, and Tai'e epee shot out, almost breaking the gorgeous tail feathers of the bird that was in no hurry to dodge.

Just as he was pulling the baby bird out with one hand, after rua several times, thinking about which hairs to pluck out, a bell resounding through the sky suddenly came from the sky.

In the nine mansions of Shenxiao, there are gorgeous clouds and clouds, and the blue sky is covered by the harmony of phoenix birds.

The sound of the bell traveled thirty thousand miles, and then the sound of the cold spring zither came from the sky, and the wind of fairy music was heard everywhere.

It's the return of an old friend.

Before the Twelve Ancestral Witches announced the birth of the Witch Prince, Li Jiancheng stood up abruptly, and the bird that was held in his lap slid down smoothly and rolled into a ball on the ground, flapping his wings and turning into a young man with red lips and white teeth.

"Zhaoming?"

The golden-clothed young man ignored him, and only looked up at the sky in the distance.

"Feng Lai is back."

"what?"

Kong Xuan tugged at his hair, shit, I remembered, is that the guy I mentioned before who is prettier than him?

Beside the pool in Mt. Li, Lingzhu brought the wine she brewed, and gave it to Li Jiancheng, who was sitting on a rock with his head propped up in thought, and Kong, who was squatting by the water to clean up the hair that had spread out when he ran away. announced.

"Uh, third brother, this is..." Li Jiancheng glanced silently, um, when will his third brother's level of winemaking stabilize, he was a little panicked after being tricked by Zeng Jin.

Kong Xuan, as if his tail feathers had been successfully pulled out by Li Jiancheng, jumped three feet high, a long distance away from the Lingzhu, and looked warily at the jar of wine he handed over.

"There are no weird side effects," Ling Zhuzi swept his dizzy red eyes, and said angrily, "Look at you guys."

"Ahaha, isn't this, that, isn't this a bit hypocritical haha..."

Li Jiancheng took the wine obediently, and with a glance in his eyes, Kong Xuan immediately rolled back to drink together.

Just kidding, his third brother's level of winemaking fluctuates up and down, how could he be the only one making a fool of himself.

"whispering sound."

Lingzhu raised her hand and tapped him on the head, and said slowly: "I thought Fenglai would not be able to find us for a while, so I might as well come out to see you, so as not to waste your time."

"I know."

Li Jiancheng covered his forehead and let out a few silly laughs, "It's good to be back, the future will be long."

This time, it should be when the spirit beads feel particularly good. After opening the lid, the wine is clear and transparent, overflowing with spiritual energy, and a little bit of coolness penetrates into my heart when I sniff it lightly.

As the blue sky faded and the wine spread, Li Jiancheng vaguely saw a cloud-like figure floating towards him, slowly walking in front of him.

"I finally came back, and you two came to welcome me like this?"

The figure squatted down, poked one face, then patted the head of the other, and then took a step back with experience, expressing being very speechless at the astonishingly synchronized waving of the two in front of him.

Li Jiancheng was a little drunk, leaning his head on Lingzhuzi's shoulder, and clapped his hands impatiently. In the hazy vision, the white robe like the moon and snow was reflected against the pile of smoky long hair, black and white were extremely distinct.

The face seemed to be close in front of his eyes, and it seemed to be far away when he touched it.

Li Jiancheng looked around in a panic, all eyes were empty.

On the black ground of Youdu Great Hall, his gloomy eyes were reflected.

The past is like a cloud of smoke.

Houtu was silent for a long time.

Zhaoming Sword Immortal knew all over Honghuang, and Houtu had a good relationship with him, but it is also a fact that the prince of the Wu clan died for him.

She didn't want to see Li Jiancheng at first, it was nothing more than venting her anger.

After a long while, Hou Tu glanced up a few times, because he didn't want to see such a hopeless expression on the face of his old friend who was always in high spirits.

Forget it, why is it so embarrassing to see an old friend again after going through thousands of years.

Before Li Jiancheng's face became even uglier, Houtu spoke again: "Feng Laiqin was taken away by Taoist Ancestor."

Li Jiancheng suddenly raised his head and stared at her.

"Sanqing privately retrieved the broken 49 strings, and Daozu brought the piano back to Zixiao Palace, but his primordial spirit disappeared."

"Actually..." Hou Tu hesitated a bit when he said this, but under the eyes of his old friend, he still said it: "The Wu Clan doesn't have a primordial spirit, he is different."

There is no need for Houtu to explain, Li Jiancheng knows the reason.

Few people know that the original body of Chang Qin, the prince of the Wu Clan, is Feng Lai Qin, born in the chaos.After Ying Tianming was born into the Wu family, Feng Laiqin became the natal magic weapon of Prince Changqin.

Qin Ling is the primordial spirit.

"As for the last string... the Dao is fifty, the Tianyan is four or nine, give up one."

Houtu recalled what the lofty Taoist ancestor of Zixiao Palace said when he stood alone in the clouds.

"The last string is the glimmer of life that Changqin escaped from."

As soon as Hou Tu's words fell, the white-haired young man was shocked suddenly, just when he was feeling puzzled, he saw him get up slowly, and looked up to meet her eyes.

"On my body."

"what?"

"I mean," Li Jiancheng said clearly, "the string is on me."

Li Jiancheng's slender fingers slowly touched the center of his eyebrows, and in the altar, there stood a jade-colored qin string with a round shimmer.

He remembered that it was the string used by the prince Changqin to open the way and protect him back to his hometown.

Hidden in his spiritual platform for more than ten years, it was gradually restored to its original appearance.

Hou Tu suddenly straightened up, and as if he had figured it out, he sat back slowly.

"So that's how it is," Hou Tu suddenly realized, "No wonder the Taoist ancestor said that his spirit and soul will never return. It turns out that the fifty strings are not aligned."

"Zhaoming, you..."

"I'll find him." Li Jiancheng interrupted Houtu's words, and said calmly, sweeping his consciousness around the string.

"Or... try it now."

Hou Tu jumped off the high platform, the snake tail turned into legs the moment it touched the ground, and the dark clothes covered his slim figure.

Li Jiancheng looked up at her, and the eagerness in her eyes was ready to come out.

"How to do it?"

"Fenglai fifty strings, as long as one of them is intact, the Changqin won't really lose its soul." Li Jiancheng took out the string from the altar and spread it in the palm of his hand.

Feeling slightly cool in his hands, Li Jiancheng pondered for a moment and said, "Can you get your own blood?"

This sentence is asking about the deity of Houtu who is behind the split spirit in front of him, who is separated by an unknown distance.

"can."

As early as when the string appeared, what was hidden in the eyes of the split spirit was already the back soil of the reunited main world underworld.

Honghuang was indeed completely broken back then, but Daozu finally arrived.

It has been ten thousand years since it was destroyed and then repaired. Even if it is not the same as before, it is better than after the catastrophe, where the eyes are full of desolation.

It's just that for some reason, they were collectively silenced and unable to confide in Li Jiancheng.

unless......

A drop of crystal blood and a jade string fell on Li Jiancheng's palms respectively.

Young Master Xuanyi looked solemn, with a golden aura dyed between his brows.

The moment the blood collided with the jade-colored string, the surrounding space twisted into a vortex, with gray lines that danced like lightning slowly surrounding the string.

Messages from thousands of worlds poured in like a river flowing into the sea. Li Jiancheng's lips lightened a little, but his movements did not change at all.

The starry sky carrying time and space reappeared in front of his eyes alone. The connected and unconnected causes and effects were broken down into countless thin lines in his eyes, and the entire bright starry sky was reflected in the amber eyes.

The spirit of Houtu stood in front of him, and while covering up the movement of Youdu to prevent the higher-ups from knowing, his eyes widened slightly.

She, or the real deity after the separation of the spirit, knew the thin gray lines mixed in the brilliant golden aura.

How could the origin of the demon god before the creation of the world appear in the hands of Li Jiancheng today?

But Houtu was only surprised for a moment, then quickly calmed down.

That was probably the chance that the other party got somewhere, it had nothing to do with her before, but now...

Wouldn't it be great if she could find the soul of the prince of the witch clan.

Although Changqin's return will not have any impact on the current situation, at least it can calm down the remaining witch clan.

From the corner of his eye, Li Jiancheng caught a glimpse of the strings responding to a fleeting star, and hurriedly unfolded his consciousness to lock the flowing route of that star.

Even if it is discovered by Dao, it is still...

In the endless void, the eyes swirled by clouds seemed to open again. Someone in the dark pushed a certain line, overlapping the normal world line with the world line where Li Jiancheng is now. Then for a moment.

The jade-colored strings suddenly burst into brilliance, and amidst the flashes of light, a familiar figure appeared in the Youdu Great Hall.

The man opened his eyes and glanced across the hall.

"Tsk, a wind and cold made me return to Youdu? The reincarnation's body is too weak, or is it that Qin people's physical fitness is so poor, and it shouldn't be... Zhaoming?!"

The long and narrow eyes of the white-clothed young man were still somewhat puzzled, but when his eyes fell on Li Jiancheng, his originally gentle appearance was shaken.

"Cub, what's the matter with you?!"

He reached out to touch Li Jiancheng's brow, but the white-haired young man withdrew his expression of ecstasy when he saw him, and took a step back in an instant.

"Fenglai...no, Changqin...not either."

"What?" The young man in white frowned, and finally found a faint sense of disobedience.

"How did you make yourself look like this? Lifeless."

The young man in white blinked blankly, and there was no embarrassment when he withdrew his hand.

Compared with the one in his memory, the person in front of him was a little bit more old-fashioned that shouldn't have appeared on him.

The person he knew should always be flamboyant.

Li Jiancheng stopped Houtu who was excitedly trying to say something with his eyes, and fixedly looked at the familiar but unfamiliar face in front of him.

This is Fenglai, and also Prince Changqin, but it is not the one he knows.

"It's nothing."

Li Jiancheng said slowly: "You have gone too far, leaving me alone, I am not happy."

The young man in white frowned when he heard the words. He had been wandering between worlds for too long before, and because of the half-drinked bowl of Mengpo soup at Naihe Bridge, he had some memory problems, but he still remembered the person in front of him. He was the one who found him. Long time old friend.

And, what do they mean they dropped him?

"Are you joking, Li Zhaoming?" The young man in white raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Either you catch up, or wait where you are."

"We'll never leave you alone."

"Yes."

A faint smile appeared on Li Jiancheng's lips, "I know."

The young man in white wanted to say something, but he saw the lips of the person in front of him move slightly, as if making a "thank you" mouth shape to him, and then disappeared into the hall.

Overlapping world lines are split at the touch of a button.

"what happened?!"

Houtu said angrily: "That is clearly Changqin, why didn't you keep his spirit?"

"It's him that's right."

Li Jiancheng lowered his eyes and said, "It's just not the one you and I know."

The author has something to say:

Harmful, in response to the cry of my friends, I brought the Fusu version·Slightly Lively·Changqin, which has not been opened next door, to comfort this cub. It will only appear in this chapter, so watch and cherish it.

In addition, why are the four generations living under the same roof, what, we are unlucky to be together?And the little cutie who listened in the comment area, are you a devil? ? ?I have been greatly hurt!

感谢在2019-12-1512：57：39～2019-12-1522：13：07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Qingxing Xiao 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of January Eternity;

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