chasing god

The soft silk gauze is gently blowing, the smoke is lingering, and the heat is curling up. In the jade pond, a graceful figure can be vaguely seen, standing quietly in the light gauze.

There are two copper censers with dragons spitting pearls on both sides of the jade pond, and bursts of incense clouds rise from the dragon's mouth, covering the whole jade pond in the fragrance, which is faint but not negligible.

Suddenly, the door of the carved pavilion was opened, and the veil fluttered. Five maids in white came in one after another, carrying petals, dew and other objects. Their steps were light so as not to disturb the people inside the veil.

The maids only use a plain wooden hairpin to tie their hair, plain and unpretentious, and their eyes are all covered with a black silk cloth, which tightly covers them.

Everyone in Kunlun Mountain knows that Her Royal Highness has changed a lot in the past hundred years. Not to mention the Yan family is no longer seen in Kunlun Mountain.In this way, they have walked the road from the gate to the pool for 100 years. Every corner and every furnishings are engraved in their hearts, and they dare not go beyond.

The five people stepped into the veil, knelt on the ground and bowed profusely, "See God!"

Yu Feiying was soaked naked in the petal water, only revealing her round and delicate fragrant shoulders, her fat and jade muscles, making her lovely.Hearing the sound, she lowered her eyes and responded lightly. Her cold and indifferent voice floated in the huge jade pond. The temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the white mist churning in the air seemed to freeze instantly.

"Well, let's get flat."

The maids didn't dare to delay, they got up quickly, then knelt on the jade platform behind her and started to do their own things.

There was an indistinct force on the shoulders, Yu Feiying closed her eyes silently, leaning against the pool wall behind her, frowning, not knowing what she was thinking.

No one spoke, only the gurgling sound of water pouring into the jade pond.

After a long while, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and finally stopped outside the door: "Shen Zun, the matchmaker has arrived and is waiting in Qingcheng Palace."

The person who closed his eyes and rested his mind suddenly opened his eyes, the light in his eyes flickered slightly, and he flew up from the pool with a little water and landed in front of the jade pool, and the maids immediately got up to change her clothes.The moon-white lotus silk dress wrapped her exquisite body. She was wearing a plain white coat, and her black hair was tied loosely. Three strings of heart-refining silver chains jingled.

After putting on her clothes, she stretched out her sleeves and walked out of Yuchi quickly.

The jade-carved pillars on the Qingcheng Palace are full of immortal energy. Except for the statues of goddesses, everything is the same as it was a hundred years ago.Yuelao is full of silver hair, standing in the center of the hall in a red sandalwood robe, with a green and white cane with straight branches in his left hand, and the red line of marriage is flying on it.

She raised her eyes and looked around, and her eyes touched the statue of the Goddess who had been cut off in the middle with only her legs left, and she was secretly startled.A hundred years ago, she traveled to the Six Realms and happened to miss the event that caused a sensation in the Six Realms.

It is said that after Wudi Yaohuang's soul flew away, Her Highness the Holy Maiden's temperament changed drastically, and she soon seized power from the Yan family, and was in charge of matters of Kunlun Mountain. Left in the hall, the body was placed at the gate of the mountain, but the head disappeared, and the whole family of the Yan family disappeared with it.

Since then, the white banners in Kunlun Mountains have been wrapped in plain, as if they were dressed in hemp and mourning, without any bright colors.And Yu Feiying has also been dressed in plain clothes for a hundred years, and she never sees the beautiful smile of the past.

The vicissitudes of life have changed, and now Her Royal Highness is no longer the Yu Feiying who was pinned down by Yan Shi and could only swallow her breath to save her life.Over the past hundred years, she has fought against the evil beasts of the Nine Heavens, quelled the rebellion in the Demon Realm, wiped out the evil spirits in the world, and settled the battle for power in the West Sea. Then worship.

All the people in the six realms were grateful to her and bowed down to worship her. She traveled abroad and heard the reputation of the God of Jueyu, and she couldn't help yearning for her.But yesterday she had just returned to Yuelao Temple when she was summoned.

I heard that the god has been waiting for him for a long time?

Looking up, her eyes were full of plain white, only the marriage line on her crutch was red and moving, she frowned a little uneasy, and just about to raise her hand to cover it, she heard a salutation from the maid of Xian'e.

"Meet the gods!"

Yu Feiying is here!

Yue Lao stopped his hands in a panic, knelt down before he could see the figure, Lian Li's crutch touched the ground with a soft sound: "Yue Lao sees Your Highness the God!"

There was a rustling sound, especially the crisp sound of the silver chain mixed with it.A moment later, an indifferent voice came from the throne in front of him: "Get up."

Yuelao straightened up when he heard the sound, subconsciously raised his head and looked forward, on the splendid and luxurious throne above, Yu Feiying was wearing a plain shirt, with his slender hands resting on the golden dragon head on the armrest of the throne, half of his body was leaning lazily on the backrest. Looking up, the undisguised alienation in the eyes made her feel far away.

"Let's all go down, I have something to say to Yuelao."

Yu Feiying gave an order, and the maids left in twos and threes. The hall was empty, and she waved her hand at will to cover the entrance of the hall with a barrier to ensure that the conversation between the two of them would not be heard by others.

After doing all this, Yu Feiying turned her attention to Yuelao.

Looking at Lianli's cane in her hand, she frowned and fell silent for a moment.

The wind blew the red lines, reflected in Yu Feiying's calm eyes, unexpectedly added a little anger to her.

Yuelao looked back and forth between Yu Feiying and Lianli's crutches, and finally he lowered his eyes obediently, waiting for her instructions.

"Yuelao, I remember, you can draw the red thread to make a marriage, right?" Yu Feiying said in a calm tone, unable to hear any extra emotions.

Yuelao nodded in agreement, and then transformed into a roll of bamboo books out of thin air with his right hand, which floated in mid-air when unfolded, with names written all over them, arranged densely.

"What is this?"

"Your Highness, this is the marriage book. Anyone who is destined, as long as they write their names together, they can stay together forever and never leave each other."

Life and death are inseparable...

Yu Feiying's expression moved slightly, a crack was torn off the indifferent mask because of this sentence, the dark tide surged deep in the seemingly calm eyes, the emotion that had been suppressed for a hundred years burst out in the heart, and the dead heart beat again.

She parted her red lips slightly, looked at Yuelao and said, "I want you to write two names."

Hearing what she said, Yuelao finally felt relieved. It turned out that she just wrote a name. She thought she had done something wrong to be punished.She was originally a name writer, and Kunlun Mountain offered her the job of matching Yuelao, and now Yu Feiying was kind enough to invite her, how could she refuse?

Without the slightest hesitation, she raised her hand and hooked it, and the marriage book flew to her face and spread out, very spiritual.At some point, a red-headed writing brush appeared at her fingertips, and a faint light was shining at the tip of the brush.

"Please speak, Your Highness."

The person on the throne swallowed, her expression slightly dazed, and after a long time, she said softly: "Yu Feiying..."

Yuelao raised his head in surprise, and saw Yu Feiying looking forward in a daze, his eyes were loose as if he remembered something from the past.

It seems that God Venerable has been lonely for a hundred years and wants to find a marriage for himself.

Yuelao clearly hooked her lips, and wrote Yu Feiying's name with a few swipes. The three big characters were luxurious and elegant, which was in line with her own temperament. The words were born from the heart, and the words were like a person.

"May I ask Your Highness, who is the other person?"

"Flower Dance Truth..."

! ! ! ? !

No matter what, Yuelao never thought that the person hidden in Yu Feiying's heart was actually the demon emperor Wudi who had lost his soul. For a moment, his heart shook and he let go of the pen and dropped it to the ground, splashing red ink all over the floor.

Without the support of the pen's spiritual power, the bamboo piece with the words Yu Feiying on it was crumbling and fell from midair.

"A dance!"

The person on the throne let out an exclamation and jumped over to catch the bamboo piece, but he could only watch it pass through his hand and turn into a wisp of blue smoke.

When the wind blows, it's gone.

At the same time, a layer of black mist hung over the main hall, Yu Feiying was icy and clean, but the whole body was shrouded in gloomy mist.The sudden murderous aura came straight to her face, Yuelao couldn't help but take two steps back and prostrate on the ground, when he raised his head again, a sword light made of black mist had already pierced towards her, and finally fixed in front of the tip of his nose.

Suddenly, she heard Yu Feiying's hoarse question: "Why destroy it!"

"His Highness Shenzun, Mingjian, Wudi Yaohuang is dead, there is no name to write!"

Hearing this, the furious man calmed down his anger, put away his sword with a wave, turned around and sat back on the throne, with a calm expression on his face, as if nothing happened just now, "What if the deity wants you to write it?"

Yuelao froze, frowned and lowered his head, his eyes fell on the cold ground, hesitating whether he should tell the heaven-defying method or not.

No wonder all the fairies in Kunlun Mountain said that Jueyu God Venerable is more and more like the Wudi Yaohuang back then, so indifferent and noble, moody, isn't it exactly the same as the Huawudi back then?I still remember that when she left Kunlun Mountain to travel the Six Realms, Yu Feiying was still a young girl who was holding Yan Ru's sleeve to learn how to fly with a sword. How could she be so heartless after only a hundred years?

What happened in Qingcheng Hall a hundred years ago?

Could it be that there is something else hidden about what the world said about "Wudi Yaohuang murdered and set fire to the saint's wedding"?

Yu Feiying sighed softly, as if she had exhausted her patience, "Can you think of a way?"

"His Royal Highness, if you want to write your name, there is indeed another method, but this is an ancient forbidden technique, and its method is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be backlashed. At the slightest, it will waste a thousand years of cultivation, and at worst, your soul will be scattered and you will fall into hell forever. !"

After hesitating for a moment, Yue Lao told the truth.

Speaking of which, hundreds of years ago, some immortals had the idea of ​​forcibly renewing their marriage, trying to stay together forever, but they all gave up because this method was too dangerous.She is in the position of the old man, and she has already seen all the love in the world.

In fact, going round and round, love is no match for one's own life.

If you want to come to Yufeiying, it should be like this!

"It's okay, you say so."

Yuelao coughed lightly, and said softly: "Everything in the world that you ask for, must be paid for. If you want to continue your marriage with the deceased, you must write with blood on it, and exchange half your life for her name to exist in the world." Your Highness, the Demon Emperor Wudi has been dead for a hundred years, you are so worthless, why not..."

Before she finished speaking, Yue Lao froze in place. She saw the brows of the cold woman on the throne suddenly glow with joy, and then she controlled the sword and cut her slender wrists without hesitation, staining her clothes with blood.

"let's start."