my voice is poisonous

"My Empress Wu Clan has a barrier outside. For thousands of years, it seems that few outsiders can break through the barrier and enter."

Suddenly someone uttered a voice next to Wen Yu's ear, the voice was clear and cold, Wen Yu turned his head when he heard the sound, Yan Qingjiang landed silently at some point, standing on his side with his hands folded in his sleeves, bowing to him He bowed and smiled apologetically: "Now that you have broken the barrier, it means that you can come and go in the Houwu clan at will in the future. Our clan was ordered by the ancient gods to be responsible for leading monks to ascend and guarding the heavens. Lu, this is a secret that should not be passed on to the outside world. Therefore, if the secret is not leaked, the oracle must tell those who come to our clan that they will not leave unless their memory is erased. Elder Mo’s spells have inexplicably failed on the young master. The young master is stuck here, and he went back to the attic to look through ancient books to find a solution."

"My lord," Yan Qingjiang bowed his hands upright again, and persuaded him in a gentle voice, "Please be safe and don't be impatient, lord."

The words "Don't leave again" were like a blow to the head, knocking Wen Yu three points out again. Stars flashed in his eyes, his sanity gradually faded, and he was about to faint.

Yan Qingjiang raised his eyes at the end of the ceremony, and his eyes fell on his face just now. Seeing this, he let out a "huh" in surprise, and he pointed to touch Wen Yu's forehead with a little orange warm light, but Wen Yu's complexion did not improve. He tilted his head without any hesitation, and his lips just touched Wen Yu's lips.

Wen Yu was delirious, and closed his eyes, only to vaguely see Yan Qingjiang's cold phoenix eyes staring at him unblinkingly, and there seemed to be a thin, slightly cool feather on his lips.

Is that...lip....? !

As soon as he thought of this, his eyes widened in an instant, but seeing Yan Qingjiang's face so close at hand was full of reason.

Wen Yu was shocked, and before he turned his head and retreated, the back of his head was pressed firmly by Yan Qingjiang, and he blew a trace of fresh air mixed with ice and snow into Wen Yu's body, forcing him to inhale passively, and then Inhale the turbid air in Wen Yu's body, and then exhale Wen Yu.

Inhaling and exhaling, Yan Qingjiang replaced the turbid Qi in Wen Yu's viscera with Qing Qi, so that he could temporarily absorb the Qing Qi from this place, and become a god for half a day, so that he would not die of illness in the Holy Land of Empress Wu.

Wen Yu was forced to exchange breath with him, it was extremely embarrassing, her eyes were trembling, and her lips were as stiff as a stone.

Yan Qingjiang saw that Wen Yu's eyes had returned to clarity, so he withdrew his hand and took a step back, asking calmly and concernedly, "Is it better?"

There was still a faint trace of his warmth on Wen Yu's lips, and he stared blankly at his unstained face when he heard the words, and couldn't utter the thank you that was stuck in his throat.

Wen Yu has been raising his sister for ten years, making a living under the roots of the Western Mountains, raising chickens and collecting herbs on weekdays, and bartering for some firewood, rice, oil, salt and books. Flying out, no one wants to marry his daughter with him, fearing that it will be difficult to see each other in the past, which will only add to worries.

Wen Yu, together with Wen Qinru, walked in a miserable market, and no one cared about it.

But now, when he was over twenty and five years old, he was suddenly kissed on the lips by a young man who looked like a fairy. This was really more shocking than letting him be a bachelor all his life.

Wen Yu can pinch and calculate, but he can't detect his own "tribulation".

"Okay...better..." Wen Yu stammered, "Okay...thank you..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Qingjiang flicked his sleeves and went back to the tree.

This sleepiness lasted half a day, and when Wen Yu woke up after sleeping while standing up, the fresh energy in his body had gradually dissipated, and he became a mortal again.

Empress Wu is located at the junction of the lower world and the heavenly world, with abundant spiritual energy. Yan Qingjiang was born with a semi-immortal body, neither drinking nor eating, and lived by absorbing the pure energy, but Wen Yu almost starved to death.

I'm afraid Mo Zhongtian had this plan in the first place, Wen Yu's belly was thundering, and he felt powerless, starving him to death, once he was done, he no longer had to worry about whether he could enter or leave the barrier, or whether he could leak secrets.

Wen Yu was so hungry that he was flustered and short of breath, but he was stubborn and refused to ask for help. The night of the Houwu Clan was no different from the outside world. The bright stars hung in the sky, like a handful of fine silver sand falling on the inkstone.

Wen Yu pretended to watch the stars at night, but couldn't restrain the bowel sounds. He made a long sound of "gulu" and circled around the sacred tree three times, not without accident, alarming Yan Qingjiang who was sitting cross-legged on the tree.

A young man ignorant of worldly affairs floated down from the tree, his robe fluttering with the wind, and his figure was unrestrained. He landed in front of Wen Yu and asked suspiciously, "Master, are you calling me?"

"I..." Wen Yu was extremely embarrassed. Facing the fairy-like Yan Qingjiang, he always felt that telling him about these mortal things would pollute his ears.

He faltered and said nothing, Yan Qingjiang waited quietly, neither urging nor in a hurry.

Wen Yu looked at his clear eyes for a while, finally sighed, and whispered to him softly: "I'm hungry..."

Yan Qingjiang's eyes widened in astonishment, as if he didn't understand what "hungry" meant.

"Hungry is..." Wen Yu couldn't help stretching out his hand to gesture. It was more difficult than talking to Wen Qinru, who was enlightened just now, more than ten years ago. abdomen.

Yan Qingjiang tilted his head and stared seriously, without blinking his eyelashes, like the best child in the school.

Wen Yu's lips moved, making himself laugh, he inadvertently lowered his voice to Yan Qingjiang, and said with a smile: "You guys

In the family, is there anything that can be eaten? "

Yan Qingjiang blinked, thought silently for a moment, raised his head and poked his head among the luxuriant branches and leaves, with a slight smile on his eyebrows and eyes.

He waved his sleeves and jumped up to the branch of the giant tree, bowed and found two green-skinned fruits in the dense branches and leaves, and then floated back in front of him.

Since Yan Qingjiang was 14 years old and guarded the giant tree, he hadn't talked with anyone much. The only people who would come under the tree were the patriarch, Mo Zhongtian, and the person he found who had received the oracle.

He obviously hadn't thought about this fruit for more than sixty years, and he didn't know how to eat the fruit, so he had to put his hands in front of Wen Yu, respectfully following the posture of worshiping Buddha.

Wen Yu took a fruit from his palm, rubbed it twice with his fingertips, the peel was so green that he didn't even have the courage to open his mouth.

Seeing his hesitation, Yan Qingjiang asked suspiciously, "Can't I eat it?"

Wen Yu stared at him with disappointment in his anticipation, so that he felt guilty in his heart, closed his eyes, opened his mouth as if looking at death, and gnawed, almost killed in one bite.

Sour...too sour...I'm afraid that after eating this one, you can reincarnate directly...It turns out that the fruit of the divine tree is no different from the fruit of the mortal fruit tree. .....

Wen Yu bared his teeth in sourness, Yan Qingjiang was puzzled to see his expression in pain, and sincerely and self-blamingly raised his head and said, "Can't you eat it?"

Wen Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to explain to him: "The fruit is not ripe, it can't be eaten, it's very sour."

"Sour? What is it?" Yan Qingjiang was even more puzzled, his eyes turned a few times between Wen Yu's lips and the fruit, he blinked, poked his head in a daze, and stuck out his tongue to lick the place Wen Yu gnawed. Licking, Wen Yu looked at his movements, and felt a "boom", and his mind exploded: This... this, this, this... this behavior... too much Inappropriate posting!

"Hmm..." Yan Qingjiang bit the tip of his tongue and frowned deeply, even the phoenix eyes were squeezed into two lines, his expression was more painful than Wen Yu's, Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh.

"Go to the tree and find a red one, or a yellow one." Wen Yu said as if he was Wen Qinru who had just been enlightened, as if teaching a child, "Just a little bit, don't want green ones."

Yan Qingjiang nodded in agreement, flew up the tree, and hopped around on a few branches to search for it, innocently like a big child.

After a while, he turned around and came back with a few bright red fruits in his hands, his phoenix eyes blinked a little nervously.

Wen Yu focused his eyes on his face, reached out and took one and gnawed it, and smiled in Yan Qingjiang's expectant eyes: "This is sweet, you can eat it."

"Delicious?" Yan Qingjiang asked ignorantly. Seeing Wen Yu nodding his head, he wanted to lick it again. How many? You eat others."

Hearing the words, Yan Qingjiang held the corner of his lips to him, and whispered guiltily: "I don't know how many days you have to be tied up here, I just saw that there are not many red fruits on the tree. I don't need to eat it, I just want to taste it Son, leave these for you too, or you'll... be hungry, right?"

Wen Yu hesitated to speak, but seeing that Yan Qingjiang didn't lick the fruit this time, he actually lowered his head and stuck out his tongue to lick the juice on Wen Yu's fingertips!

In an instant, Wen Yu felt as if he had been struck by lightning again the day before yesterday, from head to toe, burnt and numb.

After Yan Qingjiang finished licking, he pursed his lips to savor the aftertaste, but he couldn't hide his surprise by bending his eyebrows and said: "It turns out that sweetness is like this."

Wen Yu only felt that the young man's smile dispelled all the resentment and grievance that he was trapped here.

After Wen Yu ate a few fruits, he felt that his spirit had improved a lot. Presumably the fruits of the sacred tree were born with some fairy spirit.

He was tied under the tree and couldn't move, so he leaned against the tree trunk to catch up on sleep. He had been running around for days and had just recovered from a serious illness. His body was already weak.

This time I slept until ten minutes after dawn, and the morning light was twilight.

Wen Yu couldn't stand still for a long time, his legs were tired and tired, he kicked left and right, but he didn't want to alarm Yan Qingjiang again.

Yan Qingjiang lived for nearly seventy years, and it was the first time he had been with a mortal for such a long time.

Seeing his strange behavior, Yan Qingjiang floated down from the branch with waving sleeves, and stood in front of Wen Yu, so he opened his mouth and said, "Are you hungry again?"

Wen Yu stomped his feet, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and explained: "I have stood for a long time, and my legs are numb. Can you remove this magic weapon and let me move around? Anyway, I can't escape, and you are watching."

Yan Qingjiang didn't say much, and waved his hand to put the silver ribbon in his sleeves. Wen Yu's body was unrestrained, and he was about to kneel down. Yan Qingjiang stretched out his arms to stop him, and flew him up a tree, sitting On the thick branch that protruded horizontally, a formula was used to connect his blood.

Wen Yu supported the branches with both hands, and looked down to see Yan Qingjiang's black hair, soft and smooth, with a serious and innocent profile.

"Is this tree leading to the sky?" Wen Yu stared at him in a daze for a while, then raised his hand to touch the trunk of the giant tree below him. He had already glimpsed too many secrets of the Empress Witch Clan, anyway, it was impossible Once you get out, you have no scruples, and you can ask whatever you want.

Yan Qingjiang probably thought of something with him, and he would answer whatever he asked.

"The one leading to the world of gods." Yan Qingjiang said bluntly without raising his head, "After the Conferred Gods War, the Conferred Gods Platform was withdrawn, and there was a way to go to heaven. There are [-] steps on the canopy, and each step up Just get rid of a layer of filth in the body, and when everything is done, you can replace the stale qi with clean qi, truly reborn, and ascend to the entrance of the God Realm."

"Have you ever gone up?" Wen Yu raised his head, not to mention the steps, he couldn't even see the top of the tree, he leaned against the branch behind his back with his hands clasped, half-believing, "Don't just say it's just a legend, your Queen Wu Clan is worthless." Keep it."

Yan Qingjiang didn't blame him for his nonsense, he just said: "I can only go up to the crown of the tree, and the ascending steps at the top of the tree are not allowed to go by the Houwu clan. Thousands of years ago, our clan made a contract with the God Realm to keep Jie Jie led the Ascension Cultivator in exchange for my patriarch to live in this place where the qi is at its peak, and in exchange for the life span of my clan to be nearly [-] years old, free from disease and hardship. How can this be a legend?"

When Wen Yu heard this, she couldn't hide her surprise. Yan Qingjiang's seventies were indeed younger than him in the mortal world.

He had been suffering from a high fever a few days ago and was drowsy. Today, his thoughts were clear. When he heard the words, his heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "Your name, the word 'Qingjiang', how do you write it?"

Yan Qingjiang said: "The left side is all water. I like water in the five elements, so I named it 'Qingjiang'."

Wen Yu suddenly realized that the "water" in his hexagram was referring to the young man in front of him—Yan Qingjiang!

"Qingjiang, what are you talking to him about?!" Wen Yu was scratching his head in the lawsuit, and Mo Zhongtian, who had not been seen for a long time, did not know when he would arrive. He stood under a tree and yelled loudly, "You actually brought If he goes up to the divine tree, come down for me!"

Yan Qingjiang chuckled, and flew down with Wen Yu in his arms. Wen Yu was more than a circle bigger than him, and it was extremely awkward to be held in his arms, and his body was crooked. When he got off the tree, he quickly stood up straight .

Rolling up his sleeves, Mo Zhongtian poked Wen Yu's eyebrows with a proud face, causing him to tilt his head back. Then, with his nostrils upturned, he proudly said: "The old man finally lived up to everyone's expectations and found a way to get the best of both worlds— —It can block your mouth, or make you a queen."

"Oh?" Wen Yu combed his cuffs and asked casually, "Let's hear it?"

"Boy, it's cheap for you." Mo Zhongtian rolled his eyes and snorted coldly, "I am a descendant of the Wu tribe, and I have a contract with the God Realm. Once I am a Empress Wu, I can no longer talk about the Empress Wu or the God Realm. ..."

"Uncle means..." Yan Qingjiang interjected with a blink of an eye.

"That's right," Mo Zhongtian laughed loudly, "As long as he is included in my genealogy of Empress Witches, he will naturally be bound by the contract. If he is out of Empress Witches, it's hard to talk about it."

Wen Yu didn't know why when he heard the words, the two big words popped up in his forehead--to marry!

"Boy, come with me, the patriarch wants to see you." Mo Zhongtian grabbed Wen Yu's back collar with one hand, kicked off the ground and floated nearly ten feet into the air.

Before Wen Yu had a chance to struggle, there was already a long distance between Yan Qingjiang and Yan Qingjiang.

The author has something to say:

I've always wanted to write this kind of story where gods, ghosts and monsters are mixed together, and now I have finally achieved my wish hahahaha!

This series is all like this, and it is basically related to the past and present, and the narrative methods are different.