The Melancholy of the National Teacher

Two days after the black eagle messenger who came because of divination left.

The massacre of the city makes people sad, but the life of the living will continue. After Daxueshan sent a powerful witch to the city, everything was quickly cleaned up, and it seemed that there was nothing overnight. happened before.The emperor's national teacher and his party had already left the city formed by the snow cliffs, and followed the guide sent by the great witch of Huzang to the foot of the big snow mountain.

The first thing they saw was Holly Lake.

The boundless snow-white undulates like waves, and in a certain lower depression, this pure and crystal-clear sapphire suddenly appeared like this.Its edges have not been modified in any way, and they are perfectly rounded like uncanny workmanship.The lake water is rippling under the sky, so cute that people can't help but want to put their hands into the water and get close.

It is a pity that, just like any beautiful thing has poisonous thorns, direct contact with the untreated water of Holly Lake will cause the danger of freezing instantly.

Such dangerous lakes are only short-lived under the snowy mountains, and they will soon dive into the ground and join other waters in the underground river, losing their beauty and poisonous stings.When they surfaced again, they had already turned into Qiongshui, the torrential river that divided Zhonglu and Qinglu.

According to the etiquette that has not changed in the past thousand years, a group of outsiders bathed in the boiled water of Holly Lake in the courtyard of the snow house beside Holly Lake, and changed into the clothes that Daxueshan had prepared long ago.The emperor, who tried unsuccessfully to take a mandarin duck bath with the great witch, took a battle bath very quickly, and when he raided the great witch's room with a dense body of water vapor, he found that Helian Yu had already changed his robes and was kneeling in a charcoal basin burning with charcoal fire. In front of him, he was combing his black hair with a wooden comb.

Helian Yu's hair is not long, this is not long, it is the result of comparison with other witches.

For some reason, there is a folk saying that the power of witches can be reflected through the length of hair. Although people who have a little knowledge of witchcraft and witchcraft will sneer at this statement, after a long time of spreading, this statement has become another. It's a kind of superstition-basically all witches have long hair, for example, there is Xue Manpo with ankle-length white hair.

But I don't know why, Helian Yu's hair doesn't seem to grow long by nature, after so many years, it has only just passed the back of the waist.

But the hair quality is good~ it feels comfortable, the emperor said cheerfully in his heart.

He Lianyu was wearing a long gown from Daxue Mountain. There were patterns of hibiscus flowers and hibiscus leaves on the edge of the robe. Around his waist was a palm-wide dark red leather belt to tighten it. He also tied a jade ring with a bright red crimson belt. The brass bell with the characters on it hangs on the side of the waist, and with the movements of the great witch, it makes a subtle tinkling sound.As if hearing the footsteps of Le Dao coming in, He Lianyu raised his head slightly, and raised his eyes to the corners of his eyes, the blue eyes were rippling from the heat.

The drenched black hair was like a crow's feather, and the profile of his face was like ice floe. Le Dao felt that his old blood was burning hot.

When His Majesty the Emperor was considering whether to do what he had always wanted to do right here, in the bird skull put aside by Helian Yu, Feng Ling whimpered and circled the black hair mischievously, Removes moisture vapor.

He Lianyu picked up the bird skull that was a circle bigger than his head, put it on his head securely, tied the string on the back of his head, and then grabbed a hundred thousand magic bones, and the colorful bone pieces jingled for a while, He Lianyu, who was groping for the button, felt that Le Dao, who was not breathing steadily, approached him suddenly, and took away one hundred thousand magic bones from his hand.

His Majesty the Emperor found the buckle, untied it, and put it on for Helian Yu.

He checked the incantations on the bone fragments, the wreath at the four corners, and the unknown skull the size of his fist one by one, and finally fastened the buckle on Helian Yu.

Helianyu could feel the heat of his fingers, which could set a hundred thousand magic bones on fire.

"You did it on purpose, so that I can see if it's fun to eat or not." Le Dao said firmly.

Helian Yu just smiled at him.

"Just wait," Le Dao said discouragedly, "When this is over, I will keep you out of bed for three days."

When they said this, they had already walked out along the corridor side by side.

"That's not necessarily the case," Le Dao heard his big witch laughing, "it's about who can't get out of bed for three days."

The emperor was absently admiring the ice sculptures in the courtyard. Hearing this, he sneered. The next moment he widened his eyes and stopped, while Helian Yu seemed to be walking straight forward without noticing.

Le Dao looked at his back, and opened his mouth in a shapeless shape that could be stuffed into an egg.

...Ah hey, he didn't seem to understand what Helian said just now?

By the time the emperor, who didn't know whether to be depressed or to attack violently, caught up with the big witch, the two had already met Ulun and his little subordinates.Le Dao knew that if he dared to speak pornographically in front of the child, Helian Yu would definitely use Feng Ling to throw him out again. This kind of thing can be regarded as fun once or twice, and it will not be new if it is more, so Le Dao can only do it once. She accepted Wu Lun's greetings with a warm (sha) and gentle (qi) face, and then followed Helian Yu up the steps to the Daxue Mountain.

There are 660 steps in Daxue Mountain, and many places are close to vertical cliffs. When the wind blows, it will make a whining sound, and when the ice hits, it will make a tinkling sound.Among the group of people, Uren was the third from the bottom. The sense of wonder that the world was gradually opening up in front of him overwhelmed the cold brought by the strong wind. The young man was eager to try. If not everyone was walking quietly, he might Will walk up and down the steps, jumping up and down like a monkey.

After climbing a few more steps, they had crossed the lowest mountain.

Uren's eyes widened. He didn't realize that on his forehead, the concentric circles like the emblem of flaming blades shooting out from eight directions were shining under his bangs. He just looked at the big tree surrounded by the valley in admiration. Tree.

It was a huge tree that covered the entire valley with the power of a single tree.

Its five-person trunk was dark gray, strewn with clam-white longitudinal fissures, and speared straight into the sky.And its leaves are in the shape of a peach, with neat sawtooth edges, and each one is as big as a cattail fan. These leaves are stacked in layers from the branches to the roots, and the colors range from bright green to emerald green to dark green, which is very layered. When the wind blows, the leaves collide with each other, and they will make a pleasant sound.

This is... Fusang.

According to legend, it is a sacred tree that grows from the seeds of the remorse and tears of the great witch of Fusang.

The person who led the way introduced: "The season is not good for all distinguished guests. If it is a few months later, you can see clusters of hibiscus flowers hidden under the leaves. That is the most beautiful time for the hibiscus tree."

The guests were not as regretful as he was. It was not the first time Helianyu saw this tree, and asked casually, "Doesn't it shed its leaves in winter?"

The introducer was taken aback.

"Normally, the leaves would fall in October, but this year it has always been so prosperous...Maybe it is because of the arrival of the new Sun Witch, who is rejoicing."

Uren, who was glanced at hurriedly, lowered his head and curled his lips.

While speaking, they had climbed the last step, and a temple that could almost be compared to a city appeared in front of them.The eaves and arches are like black geese spreading their wings, and the white walls are like ice, blending with the ground and even the white snow on the cliffs on both sides. It is impossible to distinguish each other with only the eyes.The gate several feet high is the color of night, it is made of obsidian, and there is a huge gilded coat of arms on it.

Uren touched his forehead.

There is almost no difference between the coat of arms on the door and the golden sun medal on his forehead.

The spring made a clicking sound, and then the door, which may not have been opened for hundreds of years-Ledao's defamation-groaned in pain, and moved away to both sides.Golden light flooded towards them from behind the door, and in the light, there was a thin and lonely old man standing there like a shrunken orange wrapped in layers of silk.

"Welcome back, Master Helian," said the old man in a hoarse voice in the silence, and he took a step forward with a cane, "Welcome to Daxue Mountain, His Majesty the Emperor, and... the same Welcome back, new Sun Witch."

This appearance can be said to have shocked most people, Ulun couldn't help shivering, and hid behind Helianyu.

"What do you mean by coming back?" Le Dao frowned.

"Daxue Mountain will always be the home of all witches." Tsuzo stepped aside and made an inviting gesture, "Please come with me."

Le Dao was the first to take a step, Helian Yu followed behind him, and a group of people were close together. The three ghost owl guards fell to the end without a trace. After they came in, the unmanned gears turned, Slowly close the two obsidian gates.

They quietly passed through the foyer where hundreds of candles were burning day and night, and through the long corridor hung with curtains everywhere. The incense was quietly rising from the auspicious beast incense burner. He stopped, because he found that the group of people stopped in a tacit understanding, and his uncle, aunt, and the great witch named Kozo were exchanging glances.

They seemed to be discussing something with their eyes. After a while, they reached a conclusion, and Qi Qi turned his eyes to the bewildered Ulun.

"It's been a long journey, everyone should be very tired," said the Great Witch Huzang, looking at Wu Lun, "Do you need to take a rest first?"

...Didn't the courier riding a black eagle say that time is tight?Ulun slandered, why did this old guy look very calm.

The boy who had finished his defamation found that his uncle pointed the tip of the bird's beak at him.

The big witch called out his name: "Uren."

"..." Uren, "I'm really tired, where should I go to rest?"

The shriveled orange pot hidden witch opened his toothless mouth and smiled, "Just follow them."

The so-called them were a few young witches in white robes, they walked through the corridor like butterflies, surrounded Wu Lun and retreated, making sure that the little Orion and Ghost Owl Guard had been following Wu Lun, Helian Yu looked away.

Now only He Lianyu, Le Dao, and Hu Zang were left here, and they continued to walk down the corridor until they were blocked by a wall in front of them.

There are bright murals painted on the walls, and the great shaman of Kozoku gently touched the hibiscus tree on the murals with his hand and turned his head.

"According to the request of the National Teacher Helian a few days ago, the truth between the prophecy and the curse records is in front, but before going in, the old man still has some things that he wants to say to the National Teacher... and His Majesty."

"Please say."

"Master Helian and His Majesty, how much do you know about the legend of the Fusang Great Witch?"

Le Dao's eyes twitched, he looked at Helian Yu, and said, "Hu Zang, don't you want to repeat that well-known bedtime story again? Readers will ask for a refund because of too much water .”

"The legend of Fusang Dawu is known to everyone," Huzang Dawu nodded, "However, when a thing becomes a legend known to everyone, then the content of this legend has nothing to do with reality."

Le Dao was silent, and whispered to Helian Yu.

"What does this old man mean by talking? I don't understand why."

"What he meant," Helian Yu said blankly, "the legend we know was made up by later generations."