The beginning of the catastrophe

【Chapter Four Thirteen】

"Is that what father means?"

The Purple Palace of the Ming Dynasty has long since lost its splendor thousands of years ago, and the position of the Ghost Lord is useless.Li Jing is not a person who is good at strategy, and he has an old relationship from 7 years ago that cannot be explained. After all, he is not a suitable monarch.

He stretched out his hand, as if he could see the blood flowing inside through the palm of his hand,

"Is he really the son left by the father?"

Gui Ling sighed from the bottom of his heart, and remained silent: This child also called him "Uncle Ling", and he also watched him grow from a small spiritual fetus to a young man in the jade tree, watched him marry a mysterious girl, watched him He ascended the throne, but he was just watching, the master of this ghost clan has never been Li Jing.

Li Jing turned his back to him, seeming to be talking to himself,

"7 years ago, I became king from the palace change, and now this son is finally going to be returned to the person my father likes. It's more like Nankey Yimeng, but it's a pity..."

The following words were inaudible, bringing out a sad and silent hurt,

"A Yin will never come back."

The order of return was unclear, but he could probably guess it.

Speaking of Qing Cang's love for Ling Yu, why did he really care about these so-called ghost princes?

Li Jing's back was straight, and if he fell, it would be more free and easy, just like the young man who launched the palace change 7 years ago, "This guy, if you want it, take it."

……

The East China Sea is more than a thousand feet deep, the waves are white and the sand is full of shells and shells, the beach is fine and soft, and a blood-stained figure suddenly appears in an empty place.

The inexhaustible blood gushing from his forehead blurred his vision, he struggled to get up, and saw the calm sea.

finally reached.

Using his arms as props, he crawled into the sea with all his strength, his arms were worn to a bloody mess, and it hurt even more when he encountered the salty sea water.

Red orange blue purple flashed by.

"thump"

The sea water came up, washing away the traces of his crawling.

Half an hour later, dozens of ghost clans descended, and the leader looked around as if looking for something, frowned and shouted, "Search! The deputy leader has ordered that Lin Cheng is not allowed to escape!"

neatly behind,

"Yes!"

……

Siming Immortal Palace.

The light is like light, and when the fog is still, it is easy to feel floating like a dream when you are wrapped around it.Pulling aside the layers, the wooden hall is surrounded by green crepes hanging on all sides. The strings are plucked with ten fingers.

The wind blew the bead curtain, and it was tinkling, and the thirteen qin swayed, and then stopped.

Siming Xianjun still caressed the strings, fiddled casually but did not make a sound, with a gentle appearance, "His Royal Highness Ghost King is here, I don't know why?"

Ghost Li emerged from the ice cream, his face was cold, his shirt was dazzling,

"What will happen to him after a century of golden arrow punishment?"

The silk strings contain rhyme, taken from the five-stringed qin made by Fuxi. The body is made of paulownia wood, which coincides with the five tones and comforts.

Ling Lingyue, Si Ming's expression remained unchanged,

"Shouldn't Your Highness ask the prince this question?"

"Zheng"

In the blink of an eye, Soul Devourer had already stretched across his neck, and the neckline was split apart by the evil spirit, and there was warmth oozing out, rustling pain and coolness.

The soul-devouring ferocious aura can only be dealt with lightly, Si Ming's body protection fairy barrier has been broken immediately.

Gui Li stood in front of the zither, holding Soul Eater in his hand, he seemed to be at odds with Xue Gui, his pupils were like snow-covered fields, he was indifferent, "I don't have much patience."

It's really indifferent, and I don't even think about what I told you that day.

Si Ming's hands on the strings were heavy, and the silkworm strings made slender beards. He slipped his sleeves and never met Ghost Li's eyes. Punishment, what does His Highness think?"

"The body is broken and the dao disappears, and the god body is rebuilt, he is willing."

The five strings twisted, "硿" sounded, and the strings broke.

Gui Li's heart trembled.

During the past half a month of getting along, Ye Hua was fine on the surface but inside the Zi Mansion was always in chaos. How could he faint so easily with such a powerful body of the Dragon Clan God?That day when he was recuperating for Ye Hua, he felt that this person's cultivation level was different. Although he was not clean at all, he secretly felt oppressed.

What's more, there was a mistake in Ye Hua's breath.

He thought it was a temporary difference, but he didn't want it to be so serious.

But after all, he is not a simple and ignorant little apprentice on Qingyun Mountain, and he found the omission as soon as he turned his mind, "Impossible, if this is the case, how could the Emperor of Heaven still not reveal his intention to change the crown prince?"

The commanding hand tightened secretly, deliberately avoiding Gui Li's sight, and spoke steadily,

"His Highness Tiansun has been admitted to the Emperor's Palace to teach him personally. Does His Highness not know about this?"

Gui Li's hand was as steady as Mount Tai, Si Ming added another sentence,

"A few days ago, I saw Lord Beihai's concubine ascend to the sky, and had a few gossips with His Highness Tiansun. After she left, the little Tiansun's expression was not very good."

Dumplings?What's wrong?

Could it be that the Heavenly Emperor still wants to use Yang Cuo?

Re-appointing the prince who has been renounced...

But he obviously never got such news!

His eyes turned cold for a moment.

"Immortal Siming, do you know the price of deceiving me?"

A word falls, a veil breaks, and a whole sentence is uttered, and the whole hall is full of fragments.

A piece of veil floated on the tail of Jiao, and fell quietly.

"Your Highness, you don't need to believe me, but even if Ye Hua's century-old punishment is safe, can you just watch him bear it? If you can, you must not be in the Siming Immortal Palace right now."

In the phrase.

The blood light is dazzling, Soul Eater faces inward,

"How to save him?"

Si Ming hesitated a little when he heard the words, moved his fingers away from the strings, trembling slightly under the cover of the piano case.

Clouds and mist flow like water, pulling up a corner.

For a moment, Ghost Li had no intention of withdrawing his hand.

Gui Li seemed to have heard a very light sigh under illusion, but was distracted by the words that followed, "Su Jin's last ray of spirit body fell into the endless hell, if there is someone linked to Ye Hua's destiny Destroy it completely, and Mingming will move naturally, and his punishment will stop."

He suddenly asked,

"The person who is connected with his destiny? Who?"

Si Ming glanced at him, then Wen Run said,

"Your Highness, do you think that anyone can enter the calamity of the Supreme God with you? The calamity of love, life and death, and those who are connected with his fate will naturally regard you as the best."

Gui Li had this conjecture in his mind, now that he knew it was him, he breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it, it's all right, thank you Xianjun for letting me know."

After all, taking back the Soul Eater is simply wanting to leave.

He didn't stop walking, and he lifted the cloud curtain in an instant, Si Ming finally couldn't help but say, "Ghost Li."

Gui Li rested his hands on the curtain, waiting quietly.

"The Infernal Hell is extremely dangerous. It is the place where all evil thoughts gather. I don't know how many gods have fallen. Even the god who has cultivated for thousands of years, if he is a little careless, he will be forever lost. His soul will be swallowed, and he will suffer the pain of evil ghosts forever. What's more, taking away the last trace of the immortal's spiritual thoughts for no reason, reincarnation must be involved, if it is not a person who can resist it, even if he escapes by chance and is punished, he will definitely not be weaker than Ye Hua! Ghost, you really want to go Is it?"

Gui Li didn't make a sound, it seemed that the consequences Si Ming said were just ordinary cultivation, with a slant of his fingers, he stepped out of the Siming Hall in a blink of an eye.

Before Si Ming got a response, he knew that he had made up his mind. He didn't know what it was like for a while, but his palms were already wet with cold sweat.

The embroidered handkerchief was stained with sweat, and he stretched out his clenched hands as if weary.

I don't want Gui Li's strength to be so unfathomable now, even if he is replaced by Lei Jie, he is still so powerful, I am afraid that if he stays a little longer, he will not be able to hold on under his aura.

For a long time, he was still sitting in front of the desk, with his tail swaying over the edge, his expression struggling all the time, was what he did really right?

The coral screen behind him was mottled with light, then calmed down, and a person slowly stepped out. He seemed to have sensed it, stood up, and said respectfully, "Great Emperor."

The Antarctic attracts the power of the stars, and there is an extremely bright light. It is inherited from the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and you can see the rotation of the heavenly secret. The person who steps out at this moment is the Lord of the Antarctic Star, the Emperor of the Antarctic.

The starlight overlapped with light and darkness while walking, and the Antarctic Emperor nodded,

"Si Ming, you are hesitant."

After a moment of silence, Si Ming said,

"True King, tell Ghost Li like this, is it..."

The Antarctic Emperor slowly shook his head,

"Si Ming, the world has not seen a ghost lotus for tens of thousands of years."

These words collided like pearls between the lips and teeth, expressing a series of profound meanings.

There are nine levels in the sky, and nine levels in the earth, complementing each other, nine yangs and nine yins.

The ghost lotus has thousands of petals, and the leaves and stamens are the same. The color is red, but it can be divided into different shades: Qian, Yan, Chi, Fei, Yin and so on.

It is extremely beautiful, with one fragrance and one color, the fragrance is extremely clear and cold, and the color is pure and flawless.It was formed in the extreme north of the east after taking the water of Jiuyou.

Si Ming felt something, but regretted that he only saw the picture of the ghost lotus in the classics, and now he can only think about the charm of this thing, "Since the death of the ghost queen, the ghost lotus has never bloomed again."

"Si Ming, do you know the origin of the ghost queen Lianqi?"

Si Ming didn't know, so he replied,

"It is said that it was transformed from an ordinary ghost lotus plant in front of the ghost emperor's palace."

Antarctica casually condenses a colorless flower, gazing,

"Do you really believe that an ordinary ghost lotus can transform into a form for a thousand years, become a god in ten thousand years, and bring down all those with the same origin after death?"

Si Ming raised his eyes, suddenly clear, surprised,

"Could it be that what the real king meant?"

Slightly nodding his head seems to be affirmative,

"That lotus is most likely the first ghost lotus in the world created by the Eastern Emperor, but somehow she married Gui Xin."

Si Ming frowned in thought,

"However, even if the Ghost Empress is the Eastern Emperor's most beloved object, she has already passed away by now."

Antarctica watched the finger flower disperse and whispered,

"I'm afraid that the withering of the ghost lotus is not falling, but gathering."

Si Ming didn't hear clearly, but saw him reply again,

"That Ghost Li, if it is related to Lianqi, then it has nothing to do with the Ghost Emperor. 7 years ago, the two clans of heaven and ghosts competed for the throne, which caused disturbances in the six realms. They fought for thousands of years, and within thousands of years, the immortals and gods fell, and the sun and the moon faded away." , There are countless casualties. If he is really as I guessed, it may be another calamity."

"That Ghost Li has feelings for Ye Hua, not to mention, he was just a glimpse that day, so he may not be..."

The Antarctic Emperor waved his sleeves and flew away,

"The Fuli Yuan began to belong to the Holy Mother of Taiyuan, and the Great God Fuxi was destined to belong to Nuwa's family. How powerful is the power of heaven inherited by the god's womb, how can it be possible to be the one who is destined to be robbed in general? I ignored it before, that ghost Li, Since he is the predestined person of Prince Yehua, if he is not destined by heaven, or he is born with ancient blood, what kind of person it is, we will know after Wujian passes."

"This... yes, Si Ming understands."

……

In the end, the white cliff is boundless and isolated from the world.

Ye Hua pushed the door open and entered the room, and saw Gui Li standing in front of the window.With cyanosis at the tip of the hair, empty eyebrows and eyes, rubbing a bamboo leaf with fingertips, against the reddish window, it is a picture scroll that I have thought about countless times.With a soft heart, he stepped forward and hugged the waist of the person in the painting.

Gui Li relaxed his body, leaning against the arms of the person behind him like a habit.The two people of similar stature overlapped each other, as if they even turned their heads slightly to peek at the bamboo forest outside the window.

The Ghost King Sect is now almost in charge of the entire clan, although there are many things to do, it doesn't bother him to stay with him all the time.After a brief explanation, he rushed back here.

The leaf in Gui Li's hand has already broken into juice, exuding a faint fragrance: I don't know what Uncle Ling said to Li Jing, why did he look at me so strangely last time?And more and more avoid people.

Before the thoughts in my heart were clear, there was a soft wiping sensation from my fingertips.

Ye Hua wiped off the sticky juice on his hands, and then stuffed something refreshing into his palm, "Don't give it to anyone else."

Spreading his palms, Gui Li narrowed his eyes, surrounded by emerald green clouds and mist, it was the jade pendant he gave to Tuanzi at that time, only inside it was a sea-like celestial marsh, just like back then.

"Why are you still here?"

Ye Hua sighed slightly, and leaned close to his ear,

"You don't feel sorry for the things of old friends, but I don't want to part with them."

Gui Li couldn't speak, but held the jade pendant tightly in his palm, for a moment,

"However, I gave the dumpling as a gift, but you will take it."

Ye Hua hugged him tightly, but didn't answer his words,

"Every April in these years, there will be another birthday gift in Qingyun Palace, which is anonymous. I think he likes it."

The fact that Tuanzi is in Tiangong can't be hidden from Ye Hua, and of course it can't be hidden from Gui Li.

Gui Li's hand froze.

Ye Hua turned him around, her face was as gentle and tender as it was on Qingyun Mountain back then,

"The consciousness on Nuanyu is gone, and it still exists."

And I.

Gui Li closed his eyes, let himself drown in his arms,

"kindness."

The two hugged quietly for a while, Ye Hua noticed that the person in his arms was not in the right mind, and turned his head and exhaled, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing, this bamboo forest is somewhat similar to Qingyun's back then."

Ye Hua followed his gaze, and couldn't help but chuckle,

"You were here every night before, did you only find out now?"

Gui Li's body froze, recalling what he said that day when he was drunk, he suddenly understood,

"After that day came the mid-month day..."

Ye Hua bit his lips and sighed vaguely,

"If you are really cruel, if you can't say it, then you will really live again, even once."

His voice was originally low, but now he sighed slightly, his voice dissipated in the air, seemingly indifferent and aggrieved.

Gui Li bit his lip, unable to speak,

"I……"

Ye Hua let go of him and said with a smile,

"So, Ma'am, please make it up to me."

The word "Ma'am" crawled over like a light black horse, and the sourness and pain spread out.

Gui Li's eyes seemed bright but not bright, and he didn't move at all.

Ye Hua knew what was on his mind, put his hand on his shoulder, and said slowly,

"Gui Li, the calamity of Qingyun was caused by me, I owe Qingyun this, and the child..."

He suddenly hugged Gui Li tightly in his arms, every word was very clear,

"I can't blame you, but since I can't let you go, I will never let you go forever. If the karma of guilt comes, I will bear it with you."

Gui Li clasped his hands behind his waist in a circle, moist.

"it is good."

The knotted bamboos are as emerald as emerald, and the wind sings like a melody among the dense ones.After the snow, the leaves are bright.

The footprints in front of the bamboo house were covered by the continuous Qiongju.

Several lamps were lit in the house, and from the smoke to the outside, there was a thin mist that wet the blue tiles, exuding a faint warmth.

It is always white as a land of ice and snow, and it has been like this for thousands of years, but the figure printed in the candlelight is easily dyed with a life like the world in this day.

Gui Li leaned against the person beside him,

There are still ten days.