Twilight War
Chapter 70 Battle of Silver City
08
"Your Majesty! The invaders ignited the Silver of the Abyss, and the entire Silver City..."
Dozens of soldiers rushed into the Queen's Chamber, and they knelt before the Queen.
All the documents on the desk were swept to the ground, Isabel bit her lips almost colorlessly, "Huangxuan Yishi! I, Isabel, will never forget you."
She held the shards of glass in her hand, blood slipped from her palm and dripped onto the map of Silver City that was several meters long.
Brunhilde touched Isabel's palm cautiously.
"Xiaode, I..." Isabel shook her head, the amber in her eyes almost shattered, "Did I do something wrong..."
Brunhilde slowly spread Isabel's palm and took out the shards of glass in her palm, "Izzy, it's okay, ah, it's okay..."
Patriarch Huangxuan looked coldly at the burning city below the mountain, and the exquisite dragon pattern wristband on his wrist was icy cold by the mountain wind.
"Congratulations to Patriarch Huangxuan." Wihipel turned his head to look at Patriarch Huangxuan and said, his voice was still somewhat indifferent.
"Congratulations? What's there to celebrate?" Patriarch Huangxuan said, "Is there anything to celebrate about death and war?"
"Death and war are not cause for celebration," Wischpel said, "but victory is."
"If my father-killer survives for a day, there is no victory to speak of."
"Has the head of the family found out who the murderer is?" Wihipel asked, his side face became colder in the burning fire of the city, and his blue eyes were full of destruction and burning.
The silver World Tree coat of arms is pinned on his chest, and his long silver hair is dyed by fire, like satin.
"Brünhildr." said the Patriarch Huangxuan, "she is the Queen's most trusted person. After the Glory Crusade, she was granted the status of Valkyrie, and she always defends the Queen. I, Huangxuan, will take the Her blood is a memorial."
"I don't know if the Patriarch has anything to do next," Wihipel said.
"If there is, I will say so."
"Aren't you and I very satisfied with this cooperation?" Wischpel said, "The location of Silver City is not so easy to get."
"For His Royal Highness Vichypel, this should be nothing more than a little effort." Patriarch Huangxuan said.
"Since the Patriarch has seen the sincerity of the Arthur Empire, I also hope to see the sincerity of the Huangxuan family."
"How does Your Highness want me to prove the sincerity of the Huangxuan family?" The head of the Huangxuan family looked at Vichypel almost awe-inspiringly.
"I just want to know whether the strength of the Huangxuan family is worth the help of the Arthur Empire." Wihipel said.
"The Huangxuan family still has thousands of dead men like this. They all lived and died for Huangxuan."
"I have never heard of the 'Jade Tiger Talisman' in the Huangxuan family, but I have heard that there is a 'Jade Talisman'. The reason why the Huangxuan family has been able to guard the south of the Yangtze River for hundreds of years is actually the 'Jade Talisman'. I I hope to see the 'Jade Talisman'." Vihipel said, his long silver-white hair was like ice wine under the bloody moonlight.
"The jade talisman is the lifeblood of my Huangxuan family, how could it be given to outsiders."
Patriarch Huangxuan looked at the flames rising in the distance, and the sky dyed red.
"I have no interest in snatching the jade talisman. I know that only the blood of Huangxuan can summon ghost soldiers from the jade talisman. It is useless for other people to have it." Wihipel still looked at the blue-gray undulating sky in the distance. Shan Luan, "If you want to join the Huangxuan family, you must make a blood oath. After death, you will enter the jade talisman with your soul. When the Huangxuan family needs them, they will wait for the call to fight for the Huangxuan family again."
"That's right. Put blood into your soul, and soul into jade. When my Huangxuan family needs them, they will come from the spring platform, and the banners will be as small as one hundred thousand!" said the Patriarch of Huangxuan, his voice was hoarse and jerky, and said When he said these words, there was a chilling aura, as if those millions of ghost soldiers had come from the spring platform, fighting for the Huangxuanyi clan with banners all over the sky!
Patriarch Huangxuan looked coldly at the city that had been burning for so long.
"Does the owner still want to watch the entire Silver City burn down here? It is estimated that there is no one that can't be burned down overnight. Most of the silver of the Great Abyss of the Vana Empire is stored here."
"Why don't you read it, these are all things from my Huangxuan family."
"It's cool at night on the mountain, the owner pays attention to his health." Vehipel pulled the rein of the horse and slowly turned around to leave, the flames behind him were still burning wildly in the mountains, like a sea of flowers in full bloom.
Patriarch Huangxuan rode a strong black horse, his eyes were firm but with a little bit of sadness, he looked at the burning city, "My family and country will always exist... I have no home, so where can I come from?"
Zichen lay on the ground, tightly protecting the jade talisman on his chest with his hands.
"Xiaochen, what's wrong with you? Xiaochen?" Devon looked at Zichen in panic.
Zichen shook his head, his face was full of tears, he saw death, silver fuel mixed with red blood, flames ignited in an instant, and the whole city collapsed like a tornado. Burning, he read slowly, "I swear that I will return with my soul..."
"Xiaochen, what did you say?" Devon looked at Zichen in confusion.
"...the family and the country will last forever."
09
The Vana Empire, Corinth, the Palace of the Holy Rosary, and the Queen's Bedchamber.
The waiter holding the documents walked into the queen's bedroom. Usually, even if it was ten o'clock, the queen would continue to review those documents.
Most of the girls her age are still learning needlework at home and waiting for their 15-year-old coming-of-age ceremony to be taken to the social ball by their parents to meet those handsome noble youths, but the queen has already started to manage the whole country, this ancient and chaotic society The huge state machinery is running in her immature hands.
What her father left her was a huge mess, financial emptiness, military power scattered, and internal affairs chaotic.And all this will be reversed in her hands.
Perhaps the only thing she still looks like a girl is that she will almost willfully sweep away the documents when she sees the performance that makes her unhappy, reminding the maids of those spoiled and lovely girls.
But every time the queen loses her temper enough, she will sit on a chair in a daze, with broken amber in her eyes, and then she will pick up the documents by herself and continue to review.
The maid pushed open the door of the palace, and she saw Brunhilde lying on the queen's bed. The queen, who was supposed to be waiting to review the documents, was sleeping peacefully beside Brunhilde, with gauze wrapped around her injured hand, and her body In her white lace pajamas, she was a fragile, wounded canary.
Brunhilde, also in a similar style of pajamas, gently combed the Queen's smoke-gray hair with her hands.
Seeing the maid coming in, she palely and helplessly shook her head at the maid, waved her hand, and signaled her not to come in. The maid nodded and closed the door gently, unwilling to disturb the queen's rare early sleep.
Thinking of it, the relationship between Lord Brunhilde and the Queen is really very close, but isn't it a bit too close?In this way, it is not once or twice to spend the night with the queen.
But this way the queen looks like a little girl, thanks to Lord Brunhilde.
It is said that the queen is the most indulgent and loses her temper in front of Lord Brunhilde, just like a spoiled child.But the lord is really handsome and gentle, he always has a way to make the queen happy.
The queen laughed while thinking in the corridor. Baroque columns followed one another, and portraits of emperors of all ages hung on the walls. In the center of the picture was a little girl with a tense face, with silver-gray hair like Corinthian smoke.
She put the file on the desktop, it's great, the queen can go to bed early, if only like this every day.In the bedroom, white roses fell on the marble floor, and the Rococo decoration was luxurious and sweet.Brunhilde's short blond hair reached her shoulders, with a kind of indistinguishable heroism.
She held Isabel's wrist with her hand.The girl's wrist is beautiful and slender.
She said she would protect her girl, but she still let her get hurt.
That day, after wading the tide in front of Mont Saint-Michel, she should have taken her away, away from strife, away from harm.But Isabel looked at her so firmly on the horse, "I'm going to get back what belongs to me."
"My empire is waiting for me, and my people are waiting to praise me in the name of queen. This is my battle, and I cannot retreat."
"Izzy, I can't watch you hurt myself." The young girl held the princess's hand, her eyes full of pleading, "Follow me."
The girl looked at him with a smile, "Where are you going? Where can you escape from all this? Even if you want to escape, it will find you one day. We have no other way but to fight with swords."
"Izzy, what about me? What should I do?"
"Stand behind me, protect me, guard me, don't let me get any harm," she said.
Brunhild lowered her head and kissed the pale girl softly, "I will protect you, guard you, and will not let you suffer any harm." Her voice was like a whisper, like a raving, the night wind blowing White curtains, the scent of roses in the air.
He kissed Isabel's wounded hand like a sworn knight.
10
"Master, what do you mean when people from the Huangxuan family always say that the family and the country are forever?" Da'an asked Si Tianming in the cold sea breeze.
"Do you know what a home country is?" Si Tianming still knocked on the wine bowl with his chopsticks.
"At home, it's almost the same. Isn't it just me and the young master? If you count more, you can count the young lady, and if you count more, you can count young master Jin." Da'an said seriously: "But the country's words are true. It's too far away from me, as big as Donghuang."
"Do you think your home country is far away?" Si Tianming asked.
"En." Da'an nodded.
"...You feel that your home country is far away because someone carried them on your back." Si Tianming said slowly.
He looked at the endless night in the distance.
The Huangxuan family is a clan that fights with its family and country on its back.
In 800 years, countless dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family died in battle, and only their souls can return to the jade talisman.
Huangxuan, that is, Emperor Chexuan, is a supporter who fights for the emperor's country.
The blood is shed by them, and the country is enjoyed by the emperor.
11
Arthur Empire, Hall of Valor.
Devon sat on the bed and looked at Zichen who had been standing by the window for almost an hour.
He scratched his head, wanting to ask what happened to Zichen, he wouldn't lose his love and drive himself crazy.
But Zichen really frightened him just now, it's not bad to be able to calm down now.
After thinking about it for a long time, Dai Wen decided to let Zichen stand there, at worst he should watch carefully.
Zichen held the jade talisman in his hand.
He looked at the endless night and stars outside the window.
He remembered a long time ago, when he was nine years old, the ritual soul priest of the Huangxuan family.
The Huangxuan family respected Chu etiquette, and respected the two colors of red and black.
That day red candles were hung in Jinling City, and the smell of wine was ten li above the Qinhuai River.
The witch dances nine songs on the altar, and sings soothing osmanthus wine to welcome the gods.
And he broke into the sacrificial hall of Huangxuan's family alone.
There was no one in the sacrificial hall, and the vermilion lacquered red pillars, like smoky white clouds, floated among the huge sacrificial hall.
Outside the hall, the shamans of the Huangxuan family were beating the Kui drums, and the shamans were chanting nine songs like crazy.
——The sun is covered by the sun, the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrows are falling, and the soldiers are fighting for the first.
The bronze chimes outside the temple will ring, and the witch's chant is far away and unreal.
The young man was dressed in a red cloud brocade robe with a dragon pattern, and he was walking alone in the huge sacrificial hall while looking at the floating white clouds and mists.
He walked up the lacquered red steps, and above the nine steps was the imperial throne cast by black iron.
The witch on the altar was still singing loudly, wearing a feather crown on her head, holding a witch drum in her hand, and her face was painted with ferocious and chilling cinnabar patterns.
——The time of the sky falls, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is abandoned.
The boy reached out and touched the cold pattern on the imperial throne.
Above the throne is the jade talisman of the Huangxuan family, he picked up the jade talisman.
The brilliance of the jade talisman flowed in his hand.
And when he lowered his head, he saw an old man with kind eyes sitting on the steps of the sacrificial hall.
He looked at the old man, and the old man waved to him to let him pass.
He ran down the nine steps and half-kneeled in front of the old man, his red and black cloud brocade clothes piled on the ground.
The old man was wearing the Wuxian clothes of the Huangxuan family.
He gestured for Zichen to hold out his hand.
Zichen stretched out his right hand in front of the old man, and the old man rolled up his sleeve and slowly wrote on his palm.
After drawing that word, the old man closed Zichen's right hand and looked at Zichen with comfort and kindness.
Zichen also smiled and half-kneeled under the steps, looking up at the old man.
The clouds and mist in the sacrificial hall float among the red lacquered candles, and the throne made of black iron has been silent for a thousand years.
The witch's groaning sound wandered in the clouds and mist.
——You can’t go in and out, you can’t go back, you can’t go in and out, the plain is suddenly and the road is too far away.
Zichen lowered his head to look at the words written by the old man on his hand, but when he raised his head again, the old man had disappeared.
Only the brilliance of the jade talisman beside him circulated.
Only then did he realize that the old man in Wuxian's uniform was the soul of the Huangxuan family a hundred years ago.
The Wuxian teacher of the Huangxuan family went back 800 years and wrote on the palm of his hand.
When he raised his head, the chanting of the maiden outside the temple and the bells and drums sounded together.
... The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is the ghost.
He seemed to see the 800-year-old souls of the Huangxuan family in the huge lacquered sacrificial hall in the fluttering curtain.
That was the only time he saw the soul in the jade talisman.
The black-haired boy in the Hall of Valor slowly picked up the jade talisman in his hand.
Under the stars all over the sky, the brilliance of that jade talisman circulated.
——The soul of the Huangxuan family, please return here, and don’t love other places.
"Your Majesty! The invaders ignited the Silver of the Abyss, and the entire Silver City..."
Dozens of soldiers rushed into the Queen's Chamber, and they knelt before the Queen.
All the documents on the desk were swept to the ground, Isabel bit her lips almost colorlessly, "Huangxuan Yishi! I, Isabel, will never forget you."
She held the shards of glass in her hand, blood slipped from her palm and dripped onto the map of Silver City that was several meters long.
Brunhilde touched Isabel's palm cautiously.
"Xiaode, I..." Isabel shook her head, the amber in her eyes almost shattered, "Did I do something wrong..."
Brunhilde slowly spread Isabel's palm and took out the shards of glass in her palm, "Izzy, it's okay, ah, it's okay..."
Patriarch Huangxuan looked coldly at the burning city below the mountain, and the exquisite dragon pattern wristband on his wrist was icy cold by the mountain wind.
"Congratulations to Patriarch Huangxuan." Wihipel turned his head to look at Patriarch Huangxuan and said, his voice was still somewhat indifferent.
"Congratulations? What's there to celebrate?" Patriarch Huangxuan said, "Is there anything to celebrate about death and war?"
"Death and war are not cause for celebration," Wischpel said, "but victory is."
"If my father-killer survives for a day, there is no victory to speak of."
"Has the head of the family found out who the murderer is?" Wihipel asked, his side face became colder in the burning fire of the city, and his blue eyes were full of destruction and burning.
The silver World Tree coat of arms is pinned on his chest, and his long silver hair is dyed by fire, like satin.
"Brünhildr." said the Patriarch Huangxuan, "she is the Queen's most trusted person. After the Glory Crusade, she was granted the status of Valkyrie, and she always defends the Queen. I, Huangxuan, will take the Her blood is a memorial."
"I don't know if the Patriarch has anything to do next," Wihipel said.
"If there is, I will say so."
"Aren't you and I very satisfied with this cooperation?" Wischpel said, "The location of Silver City is not so easy to get."
"For His Royal Highness Vichypel, this should be nothing more than a little effort." Patriarch Huangxuan said.
"Since the Patriarch has seen the sincerity of the Arthur Empire, I also hope to see the sincerity of the Huangxuan family."
"How does Your Highness want me to prove the sincerity of the Huangxuan family?" The head of the Huangxuan family looked at Vichypel almost awe-inspiringly.
"I just want to know whether the strength of the Huangxuan family is worth the help of the Arthur Empire." Wihipel said.
"The Huangxuan family still has thousands of dead men like this. They all lived and died for Huangxuan."
"I have never heard of the 'Jade Tiger Talisman' in the Huangxuan family, but I have heard that there is a 'Jade Talisman'. The reason why the Huangxuan family has been able to guard the south of the Yangtze River for hundreds of years is actually the 'Jade Talisman'. I I hope to see the 'Jade Talisman'." Vihipel said, his long silver-white hair was like ice wine under the bloody moonlight.
"The jade talisman is the lifeblood of my Huangxuan family, how could it be given to outsiders."
Patriarch Huangxuan looked at the flames rising in the distance, and the sky dyed red.
"I have no interest in snatching the jade talisman. I know that only the blood of Huangxuan can summon ghost soldiers from the jade talisman. It is useless for other people to have it." Wihipel still looked at the blue-gray undulating sky in the distance. Shan Luan, "If you want to join the Huangxuan family, you must make a blood oath. After death, you will enter the jade talisman with your soul. When the Huangxuan family needs them, they will wait for the call to fight for the Huangxuan family again."
"That's right. Put blood into your soul, and soul into jade. When my Huangxuan family needs them, they will come from the spring platform, and the banners will be as small as one hundred thousand!" said the Patriarch of Huangxuan, his voice was hoarse and jerky, and said When he said these words, there was a chilling aura, as if those millions of ghost soldiers had come from the spring platform, fighting for the Huangxuanyi clan with banners all over the sky!
Patriarch Huangxuan looked coldly at the city that had been burning for so long.
"Does the owner still want to watch the entire Silver City burn down here? It is estimated that there is no one that can't be burned down overnight. Most of the silver of the Great Abyss of the Vana Empire is stored here."
"Why don't you read it, these are all things from my Huangxuan family."
"It's cool at night on the mountain, the owner pays attention to his health." Vehipel pulled the rein of the horse and slowly turned around to leave, the flames behind him were still burning wildly in the mountains, like a sea of flowers in full bloom.
Patriarch Huangxuan rode a strong black horse, his eyes were firm but with a little bit of sadness, he looked at the burning city, "My family and country will always exist... I have no home, so where can I come from?"
Zichen lay on the ground, tightly protecting the jade talisman on his chest with his hands.
"Xiaochen, what's wrong with you? Xiaochen?" Devon looked at Zichen in panic.
Zichen shook his head, his face was full of tears, he saw death, silver fuel mixed with red blood, flames ignited in an instant, and the whole city collapsed like a tornado. Burning, he read slowly, "I swear that I will return with my soul..."
"Xiaochen, what did you say?" Devon looked at Zichen in confusion.
"...the family and the country will last forever."
09
The Vana Empire, Corinth, the Palace of the Holy Rosary, and the Queen's Bedchamber.
The waiter holding the documents walked into the queen's bedroom. Usually, even if it was ten o'clock, the queen would continue to review those documents.
Most of the girls her age are still learning needlework at home and waiting for their 15-year-old coming-of-age ceremony to be taken to the social ball by their parents to meet those handsome noble youths, but the queen has already started to manage the whole country, this ancient and chaotic society The huge state machinery is running in her immature hands.
What her father left her was a huge mess, financial emptiness, military power scattered, and internal affairs chaotic.And all this will be reversed in her hands.
Perhaps the only thing she still looks like a girl is that she will almost willfully sweep away the documents when she sees the performance that makes her unhappy, reminding the maids of those spoiled and lovely girls.
But every time the queen loses her temper enough, she will sit on a chair in a daze, with broken amber in her eyes, and then she will pick up the documents by herself and continue to review.
The maid pushed open the door of the palace, and she saw Brunhilde lying on the queen's bed. The queen, who was supposed to be waiting to review the documents, was sleeping peacefully beside Brunhilde, with gauze wrapped around her injured hand, and her body In her white lace pajamas, she was a fragile, wounded canary.
Brunhilde, also in a similar style of pajamas, gently combed the Queen's smoke-gray hair with her hands.
Seeing the maid coming in, she palely and helplessly shook her head at the maid, waved her hand, and signaled her not to come in. The maid nodded and closed the door gently, unwilling to disturb the queen's rare early sleep.
Thinking of it, the relationship between Lord Brunhilde and the Queen is really very close, but isn't it a bit too close?In this way, it is not once or twice to spend the night with the queen.
But this way the queen looks like a little girl, thanks to Lord Brunhilde.
It is said that the queen is the most indulgent and loses her temper in front of Lord Brunhilde, just like a spoiled child.But the lord is really handsome and gentle, he always has a way to make the queen happy.
The queen laughed while thinking in the corridor. Baroque columns followed one another, and portraits of emperors of all ages hung on the walls. In the center of the picture was a little girl with a tense face, with silver-gray hair like Corinthian smoke.
She put the file on the desktop, it's great, the queen can go to bed early, if only like this every day.In the bedroom, white roses fell on the marble floor, and the Rococo decoration was luxurious and sweet.Brunhilde's short blond hair reached her shoulders, with a kind of indistinguishable heroism.
She held Isabel's wrist with her hand.The girl's wrist is beautiful and slender.
She said she would protect her girl, but she still let her get hurt.
That day, after wading the tide in front of Mont Saint-Michel, she should have taken her away, away from strife, away from harm.But Isabel looked at her so firmly on the horse, "I'm going to get back what belongs to me."
"My empire is waiting for me, and my people are waiting to praise me in the name of queen. This is my battle, and I cannot retreat."
"Izzy, I can't watch you hurt myself." The young girl held the princess's hand, her eyes full of pleading, "Follow me."
The girl looked at him with a smile, "Where are you going? Where can you escape from all this? Even if you want to escape, it will find you one day. We have no other way but to fight with swords."
"Izzy, what about me? What should I do?"
"Stand behind me, protect me, guard me, don't let me get any harm," she said.
Brunhild lowered her head and kissed the pale girl softly, "I will protect you, guard you, and will not let you suffer any harm." Her voice was like a whisper, like a raving, the night wind blowing White curtains, the scent of roses in the air.
He kissed Isabel's wounded hand like a sworn knight.
10
"Master, what do you mean when people from the Huangxuan family always say that the family and the country are forever?" Da'an asked Si Tianming in the cold sea breeze.
"Do you know what a home country is?" Si Tianming still knocked on the wine bowl with his chopsticks.
"At home, it's almost the same. Isn't it just me and the young master? If you count more, you can count the young lady, and if you count more, you can count young master Jin." Da'an said seriously: "But the country's words are true. It's too far away from me, as big as Donghuang."
"Do you think your home country is far away?" Si Tianming asked.
"En." Da'an nodded.
"...You feel that your home country is far away because someone carried them on your back." Si Tianming said slowly.
He looked at the endless night in the distance.
The Huangxuan family is a clan that fights with its family and country on its back.
In 800 years, countless dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family died in battle, and only their souls can return to the jade talisman.
Huangxuan, that is, Emperor Chexuan, is a supporter who fights for the emperor's country.
The blood is shed by them, and the country is enjoyed by the emperor.
11
Arthur Empire, Hall of Valor.
Devon sat on the bed and looked at Zichen who had been standing by the window for almost an hour.
He scratched his head, wanting to ask what happened to Zichen, he wouldn't lose his love and drive himself crazy.
But Zichen really frightened him just now, it's not bad to be able to calm down now.
After thinking about it for a long time, Dai Wen decided to let Zichen stand there, at worst he should watch carefully.
Zichen held the jade talisman in his hand.
He looked at the endless night and stars outside the window.
He remembered a long time ago, when he was nine years old, the ritual soul priest of the Huangxuan family.
The Huangxuan family respected Chu etiquette, and respected the two colors of red and black.
That day red candles were hung in Jinling City, and the smell of wine was ten li above the Qinhuai River.
The witch dances nine songs on the altar, and sings soothing osmanthus wine to welcome the gods.
And he broke into the sacrificial hall of Huangxuan's family alone.
There was no one in the sacrificial hall, and the vermilion lacquered red pillars, like smoky white clouds, floated among the huge sacrificial hall.
Outside the hall, the shamans of the Huangxuan family were beating the Kui drums, and the shamans were chanting nine songs like crazy.
——The sun is covered by the sun, the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrows are falling, and the soldiers are fighting for the first.
The bronze chimes outside the temple will ring, and the witch's chant is far away and unreal.
The young man was dressed in a red cloud brocade robe with a dragon pattern, and he was walking alone in the huge sacrificial hall while looking at the floating white clouds and mists.
He walked up the lacquered red steps, and above the nine steps was the imperial throne cast by black iron.
The witch on the altar was still singing loudly, wearing a feather crown on her head, holding a witch drum in her hand, and her face was painted with ferocious and chilling cinnabar patterns.
——The time of the sky falls, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is abandoned.
The boy reached out and touched the cold pattern on the imperial throne.
Above the throne is the jade talisman of the Huangxuan family, he picked up the jade talisman.
The brilliance of the jade talisman flowed in his hand.
And when he lowered his head, he saw an old man with kind eyes sitting on the steps of the sacrificial hall.
He looked at the old man, and the old man waved to him to let him pass.
He ran down the nine steps and half-kneeled in front of the old man, his red and black cloud brocade clothes piled on the ground.
The old man was wearing the Wuxian clothes of the Huangxuan family.
He gestured for Zichen to hold out his hand.
Zichen stretched out his right hand in front of the old man, and the old man rolled up his sleeve and slowly wrote on his palm.
After drawing that word, the old man closed Zichen's right hand and looked at Zichen with comfort and kindness.
Zichen also smiled and half-kneeled under the steps, looking up at the old man.
The clouds and mist in the sacrificial hall float among the red lacquered candles, and the throne made of black iron has been silent for a thousand years.
The witch's groaning sound wandered in the clouds and mist.
——You can’t go in and out, you can’t go back, you can’t go in and out, the plain is suddenly and the road is too far away.
Zichen lowered his head to look at the words written by the old man on his hand, but when he raised his head again, the old man had disappeared.
Only the brilliance of the jade talisman beside him circulated.
Only then did he realize that the old man in Wuxian's uniform was the soul of the Huangxuan family a hundred years ago.
The Wuxian teacher of the Huangxuan family went back 800 years and wrote on the palm of his hand.
When he raised his head, the chanting of the maiden outside the temple and the bells and drums sounded together.
... The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is the ghost.
He seemed to see the 800-year-old souls of the Huangxuan family in the huge lacquered sacrificial hall in the fluttering curtain.
That was the only time he saw the soul in the jade talisman.
The black-haired boy in the Hall of Valor slowly picked up the jade talisman in his hand.
Under the stars all over the sky, the brilliance of that jade talisman circulated.
——The soul of the Huangxuan family, please return here, and don’t love other places.
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