chasing god

The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the night is full of stars, and the bright moonlight falls on the ground like frost. There are ripples in the center of Yuhu Lake, and the water splashing from the bottom of the lake is reflected in the dark night.

The huge stone mountain beside Yuhu Lake has been broken, leaving only debris on the ground, which is dark in the night and hidden in the continuous weeds.

Everything is silent, and the birds are silent.

Suddenly, a clattering sound came from the center of the lake, and a hand was raised on the calm water surface, with long and slender fingers, dancing wildly in mid-air, trying to find something to support it.

The headache was so bad that it was about to explode.

The wounds all over her body were wrapped in icy cold water, Yan Qingruan almost collapsed, her eardrums hurt from the pressure of the water in her ears, she poked her head out of the water with great effort, and she seemed to be able to smell the faint smell of blood in the air when she sniffed lightly The smell stimulated her gradually drowsy consciousness.

what happened??

She actually returned to this night when she was bullied by Xian'e?

Is this the illusion that Chi Yu was talking about?Is it something she has experienced? Love?So are you trapped in it now?

She remembered that she was thrown into the water by the fairies at that time, and she lost consciousness the moment she fell into the water. At that time, her whole body was in pain, and she was groggy. She didn't know how she got ashore.

And now it's the same...

Again? Once again, although the whole body is much more awake, Yan Qingruan can still clearly feel that swimming up from the bottom has exhausted all her strength, and now her limbs are as heavy as if they were filled with lead. She can't control it.

Doesn't she know how to get out of this illusion and is about to die here?

But when she clearly climbed onto the shore, why is she so powerless this time?Or, last time she didn't climb out at all, did someone save herself?

Her body was floating up and down in the icy cold, and she only felt a chill spread from the bottom of her heart, spreading to all limbs.

Weeds are overgrown on the shore, and the treetops hold the moon.

Everything is so close to her, yet so far away from her. It is clearly within reach, but it is impossible to get there.

A sudden sense of powerlessness swept through her body, and Yan Qing's soft paddling speed gradually slowed down.The eyelashes of the fly's wings trembled, creating a faint shadow under the moonlight, like adding a thick and colorful stroke to a landscape painting.

After a long while, the consciousness was pulled away, and the slender wrists were lowered slightly, making a splash of black water, and the whole person sank uncontrollably.

Didn't expect to be buried here today after being lucky enough to escape death last time?

Yan Qing

The soft and pale face was wrinkled together in pain, and when the wound was soaked, the sudden pain made her subconsciously raise her head and groan.

The water has covered her shoulders, and her small and wet collarbone is also buried under the water. An invisible oppression and suffocation is approaching. She blinks her half-closed eyes, and is about to watch? On the last night on the shore, the last night on the shore ?The dense group of weeds moved a bit.

……

Is it the wind?

Before Yan Qingruan could react, the group of weeds had already spread out and the stems and leaves were mixed together, and stretched out towards Yan Qingruan with teeth and claws.

Like a piranha opening its bloody mouth, trying to swallow her into its belly.

In the boundless night, Yan Qingruan was a little surprised to see a grass turn into a piranha.

In the next second, she felt as if a whip wrapped around her waist and pulled her out of the water.

The shoulders were not shaking? Yan Qing softly and tremblingly wrapped up the loose front skirt that had been torn, panting heavily, and knelt down on the ground, curled up.

The joy of surviving after the catastrophe has already overshadowed the doubts in my heart. All things have spirits. She will treat her as a fairy grass to save her life, no? I want to find out where this grass comes from.

Her mission has been completed, Xiancao slowly loosened the vines around the waist of the person in front of her, grinned fawningly and looked forward, stammering and finally said a complete sentence.

"Clan, patriarch, I rescued her, rescued her..."

……

"Patriarch, I only saw a few. Xian'e hit her. I didn't see who it was."

Is that so?

Disgusted squatting beside Yan Qingruan, penetrating her body time and time again with his hands, lowering his eyes and saying nothing.

"How many times have you saved her?"

"Twice... It was the same last time by the lake. Those people wanted to kill her, and they waited for a long time before leaving."

"Okay, I see, do you know how to break this illusion?"

"The plight of the illusion, who is not a stranger? Enter..."

Disgusted and frowned, he caressed Yan Qing's soft shoulders from the air, his finger bones slightly bent, as if he wanted to wipe away the wound on her body, but in the end he closed his hands and got up and walked out.

The so-called strangers do not enter, that is, in the illusion, except for the person who broke the mirror, other people are not allowed to enter and interfere, otherwise the formation will be chaotic, and the person who broke the mirror will be imprisoned forever.

She originally only planned to be a bystander, and didn't intend to come in, just to watch? She was struggling in pain, and then a ghost broke in for a while, just to see her, and just beg her to be okay?

As for those who hurt her...

With disgusted eyes, his eyes fell on the wine glass in his hand,

Embossed patterns on the fingertips.

Just clean them up one by one!

The illusion was transformed by Chi Yu. Although he didn't know what happened inside, he could feel the change at the exit of the illusion. The gate of life was getting closer to the gate of death, that is to say, someone else broke in.

He turned around inaccurately, glanced at the few people around him hastily, and Changlin was circling impatiently on the spot, not realizing his sizing at all. He looked calm and indifferent in disgust. Do not express other emotions.

but……

The illusory streamer stained on the wide cloud sleeves is extremely conspicuous.

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Above the thousand steps, there are clouds and smoke, and the Qingcheng Palace is located above the clouds, the treasure land of Fuze on Kunlun.The lofty palace demonstrates the power of the Heavenly Family, the master of Kunlun Mountain.

When the gods come to visit, they must go up the stairs and pass nine silver tripods. The patterns and patterns on the tripods are different? The same, and the lettering is also different? Similar.

From the bottom half of the cauldron buried in the soil to the top, there are the Yueshui Ding, the Boy Grinding Ding, the Gold List Inscription Ding, the Flower and Candle Red Tent Ding, the Gold Box Yuanbao Ding, the Jade Belt Rongguan Ding, and the Golden Pen and Jade Book Ding , the dragon and the phoenix present an auspicious tripod.

The gods passed by these nine tripods and lived a life that human beings dream of.

The golden dragon was no longer on the pillars in front of Qingcheng Hall. It looked empty, but it didn't affect the prestige of Qingcheng Hall at all.

At this moment, the door of the palace is wide open, and one can see through the narrow opening, a white figure on the highest throne is unparalleled.

Yu Feiying came to Qingcheng Palace very early today to deal with practical affairs, and she needed to solve all the big and small things accumulated in the daily life.With the assistance of the Yan family, the saints were able to rest for a while. When they came to her, Yan Ru should have been by her side.

only……

Everyone knows that the current Yan family has become the thorn in the eyes and thorns in the flesh of the Supreme Jade God. Naturally, no one dares to mention them. The peerless son who was well-known in those days has now become the gossip of the immortals after dinner.

The changes in the vicissitudes of life are nothing more than that.

Lord Donglin waited quietly in the center of the hall, wearing a blue and white brocade robe covered with a layer of light gauze, and his black hair tied up with a piece of dead wood.

Different from other gods, Lord Donglin is the most thrifty and the richest one.

He is the direct grandson of the God of Wealth. He should have worn gold and silver like the God of Wealth, but because he is in charge of the green mountains and green waters of Kunlun Mountain, he has cultivated a simple and unpretentious temperament.

As a companion, it is the most special existence in the entire Kunlun Mountains.

People who are used to loneliness always have some strange hobbies, and Master Donglin is no exception.

His greatest pleasure on weekdays is to flip through ancient books, take a look at those old events covered in dusty abysses, and use this as a hobby to search for precious story books.

At this moment, seeing Yu Feiying just turning over the scroll in his hand without speaking, he couldn't help but let his mind go.

When the Demon Emperor happened to go out that year, he didn’t know exactly what happened. Those present kept silent about what happened that day, and the annals of the God Realm also erased all the events of that day, as if they never existed. .

However, he once found a book in the bookstore in the demon world, in which there were no more than three pages of Wudi Yaohuang, of which Yu Feiying accounted for half.

Only then did he believe that the relationship between the two of them was indeed as the outside world said...

It is said that in Qingcheng Palace back then, there were swords, lights and swords, blood flowed like rivers, and Wu Di Yaohuang, who was dressed in red like fire, appeared when the two met the goddess, amazed the gods.

Didn't it? The monsters were savage and disturbed the big wedding, didn't they? They even smashed the statue of the saint on purpose. Thousands of people pointed at it, thousands of arrows pierced their hearts, and congratulations from the six worlds. The only way is to eliminate harm for the people.

This version of the story? He had heard it eight hundred times, but he just didn't believe it.

Instead of saying no? Believe that Wudi Yaohuang is such a cruel and brutal person, how about saying that he doesn't? I believe that Yu Feiying will be fond of such a person.

Thinking of this, he quietly raised his eyes and looked at Yu Feiying who was in front of him.In her eyes, her brows were slightly frowned, and her face was still sad. The seriousness and earnestness between her eyebrows and eyes brought out the temperament of her whole body, and that indifferent calmness supported her to stand tall.

Even though she was exhausted to the extreme, she couldn't even sit still.

Donglin's staple food was the last one to come, and he was also the last one to leave. During this morning, he watched the gods chattering about their disagreements and acted like a country shrew.

Yu Feiying had already been tortured and distraught, so keeping quiet was what he should do.

"You can see clearly, it is indeed an accident in the Hanshui Cave Mansion?"

Yu Feiying finally spoke, her cold voice wafted through the huge hall, carrying the cold wind, pouring into Master Donglin's ears.

The latter was taken aback, and immediately leaned over with folded arms and said, "I saw it with my own eyes, didn't I? Don't dare to misrepresent it!"

Last night he saw with his own eyes a few dead trees sprouting, and the flowers bloomed luxuriantly overnight, which can be called a miracle?It is said that he is the god who is in charge of the entire Kunlun Mountain green trees. There is no need to tell her what happened to the trees, but this time, it is a bit special.

Near those trees was the cave, where Yugu's body was stored, if something really happened to him, he couldn't afford it!

The author has something to say: The old turtle crawls slowly...