chasing god

The hall was empty, the bronze table placed under the steps was split in half, the silver bottle wine vessel fell sideways, the wine liquid was fragrant, and the mellow wine smell floated in the air.

Qingcheng Palace is a symbol of the power of Kunlun Mountain. When it was built ten thousand years ago, it was so mighty and caused a sensation in the six realms. All the treasures in the world were sent here.

Gathering the world? Treasures, that’s why there is today’s Qingcheng Palace, but after all, it’s the place where the saints give orders. No matter how magnificent the Qingcheng Palace is, it lacks a little approachable atmosphere. This is probably the place God dislikes the most.

At this moment, warm light pours in from the open door, unlike the dignifiedness of the early morning, the afternoon sun is light yellow and charming, ambiguous and reserved, and the smoke and dust in the air are fluttering. Although it does not illuminate the throne at the front, it also It drove away most of the coldness in the hall.

But under the seemingly relaxed warmth, Yu Feiying was deeply tired.

She leaned her elbows on the armrest beside her, and pinched the center of her eyebrows with her white and slender fingertips. There was a layer of light powder attached to the surface of her plain white nails. When she pressed hard, the veins on her wrists stretched out, pulling her away. The thin arms were even thinner.

In order to allow herself to continue sitting, she worked hard, and the tingling between her brows finally pulled her out of her drowsiness. When she raised her eyes, her clear eyes returned to their usual calmness and indifference.

Your Majesty the Holy Maiden, stand tall.

Everyone envied her dignity, but no one knew what she had endured behind this glory.

Under the steps, Lord Donglin bowed his head and waited quietly, seeing the light overflowing from behind, he didn't dare to speak.

The hall was eerily quiet.

The wide cuffs hang down relatively, and the fingers covered by the brocade shirt unconsciously clenched tightly, the knuckles turned white, trying hard to restore his face to its original state.

He was a little panicked, but also a little lucky.

The murderous arrow flew past his ear just now, carrying Yu Feiying's anger, cut through the quiet air, and hit the table diagonally behind.

After the loud bang, it split into two.

In this way, he knew that he had not come by mistake, and His Royal Highness really cared about Hanshui/Dongfu.

Hanshui/Dongfu is the resting place of saints of all ages, but what is placed inside is not a coffin, but a memorial tablet.Three days after the death of the saint, the saint will turn into a red bead, and when the new saint will carve her mother tablet out of cedar wood

, the red beads will turn into smoke and adhere to the tablet, fly to Hanshui/Dongfu and set up.

However, Yu Feiying never carved the tablet of Yugu with her own hands.

Because when Aunt Yu passed away, her physical body was not bad.

At that time, there were rumors in Kunlun Mountains, saying that Yu Feiying's succession was not allowed, and that Yugu's body was not bad, which meant that she was worried about this only daughter, and died with regrets, feeling dissatisfied.

Just such a sentence thought up by the living Xiao made Yu Feiying's inferiority complex, which was too mediocre to meet people, go deeper into her bone marrow. While Yan was busy dealing with Yugu's funeral, Yu Feiying was being bullied.

Under such circumstances, it became popular for Yan Zheng to overstep the rules and take power. Yu Feiying had the name of a saint and sent her under the fence until her wedding...

But now, the person whom everyone was least optimistic about back then has become one of the most respected venerables in the Six Realms. I don't know if those who bullied her? See her now? Will they feel a little bit ashamed in their hearts?

Master Donglin swallowed, thankful that he told her about this.

If what happened today? Caused a catastrophe, even if he had ten lives, it would not be enough.

There was the sizzling sound of the paper being clenched above the head, Master Donglin raised his head in astonishment, Yu Feiying had already squeezed the things he presented into a ball, the next second, bright yellow flames were burning in his hands, and in the blink of an eye? All that was left was a pile of ashes.

Lying quietly in the palm of pink and white, there is a bit of sadness above the hall.

The slender fingers moved slightly, and the ashes slid down the gap between the fingers, falling in a profuse manner, flying black dust all over the sky, drifting away without wind, like a black snowfall, plainly palpitating.

Yu Feiying just lowered her eyes like this, quietly watching the piece of filth attached to her hand slipping down, and some sticking to her palm, even though it was a little uncomfortable, she didn't do anything else, just let it go.

The slender eyelashes cover the emotions in the bright eyes, the tails of the eyes are drooping, and the thin lips are drawn into a line. She is originally dressed in white and silver, with an inhuman coldness.But now the whole body is indifferent, like the wind blowing on the jade tree, and the snow covering the buds. Under the beautiful face, the vulgarity and boredom have faded away, and finally she has become an iceberg beauty that others dare not touch.

But in this coldness, there is some evil spirit hidden.

Hidden in the black hair hanging behind, hidden in the silver crown on the head, hidden in the moire pattern on the shoulders, hidden in the coldness of the whole body, only the heart-refining silver chain around the waist has been as old as ever .

Lord Donglin frowned, his hands were twisted in his sleeves, and he swallowed unconsciously. He didn't know where the evil spirit came from.

To know

Daojue Jade God Venerable is a divine book, a divine book venerable, pure and clean, a blood lotus grown by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, it should have been time? Time? I am a pure and good person, how could there be such a gloomy aura?

He was so curious that he wanted to raise his eyes to find out.

But rationality still defeated the curiosity for a while, and when he was about to see Yu Feiying's respectable face, he barely stopped the impulse in his heart, and lowered his head again, showing a calm and indifferent appearance.

He is just a lord of the green forest? An idler who manages the wild flowers and plants, how can he be qualified to inquire into His Highness's affairs? If he accidentally finds out those shady things, whether he can protect himself is a problem.

Can't find it, can't find it!

Why!Lord Donglin sighed silently in his heart, it was still the most comfortable company with flowers, plants and trees. Although they couldn't speak and couldn't chat with him, at least they wouldn't pose a threat to him.

Now I just ask His Highness to let me go back!

Xu Shi heard his heartfelt voice, Yu Feiying finally came to tell him to back down, her voice was gentle, but there didn't seem to be any warmth in her tone, the gentle words had a kind of majesty, which was hard to resist.

"The deity is tired, you go down first."

Lord Donglin was so excited that he almost wiped his eyes and tears, and hurriedly bowed his head and kowtowed, "Thank you, Your Highness!"

The bluish-white figure thanked Dade for his thanks, and then disappeared above the main hall. This time, the empty place has returned to its former tranquility.

Yu Feiying finally couldn't hold on anymore, her soft body fell backwards, her neck just hit the cold and firm gold armrest, the bead chain on her head swayed, and the cross talk was crisp and sweet.

The skin on the neck was already delicate, but now when it touched it, it immediately turned red, spreading out from behind the ears, white snow and cinnabar, arousing pity.

That should have been painful, but Yu Feiying forcibly endured it, or in other words, she no longer had the strength to cry out in pain.

It sounds pathetic.

However, she has indeed passed the age of shouting for pain and gaining concern. In this huge Kunlun Mountains, there are very few people who really treat her. She has already seen the truth in the loneliness of thousands of years.

The woman sighed deeply, and the fatigue between her brows and eyes almost overwhelmed her. She blinked hard, her eyes blurred, as if she would fall asleep in the next second.She is still beautiful, but there is a layer of blood missing between the skin, and she looks abnormally pale,

People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves, this proverb widely circulated in the human world is still applicable in Kunlun Mountains.The God Realm has been stable for too long, causing the gods to be happy in the day and night

The slander hurts their bodies, and their hearts are also soaked.

A group of rabble, with little talent? They just rely on themselves to be high-minded, and whenever they encounter problems, they take them over and ask them for their opinions.

Thinking back to the problems I saw just now, there are all kinds of identities.

A little god from a pond actually came to ask her? What if the fish died in the pond, heh!I don't know if he came to test himself, or to find something for himself? Do it.

Consciousness gradually became drowsy, and she was suffocated by deep exhaustion. Yu Feiying simply stopped struggling, and just closed her eyes gently like this, letting herself get lost in the dreamland pointed out by Zhou Gong.

One second before she lost consciousness, a sound of footsteps came from the side hall.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, Your Highness...Your Highness, are you alright? Come on, wake up quickly..."

It's Ah Wu...

Ah Wu is here, she is calling herself, she remembers everything about her, she must be looking for herself.

Obviously her body had no strength at all, but Yu Feiying still broke free from the shackles of the dream, her eyelids were slightly opened, and she half-closed her eyes. Looking at the person next to the throne, there was a flash in her dull black eyes. Glorious.

"A Wu... didn't I tell you to stay in Huawu Pavilion? Why? You came to Qingcheng Palace? There are many people outside? What if someone bullies you? What if I? Can't make it in time? Come on, you're about to get hurt..."

Even if she is not awake, Yu Feiying is the warmest towards Hua Wudi, like the scorching sun outside the door, she is not stingy with her? Light, wishing to give her everything in life?

Hua Wudi blushed anxiously. She grabbed the edge of the throne with both hands, raised her hand and carefully stroked his head, her voice was hoarse and bitter: "Your Highness, are you sick? Why are you..."

In the middle of speaking, Yu Feiying raised her hand and grabbed the hand that spoke the least, and said softly, "I? Is it okay? Ah, Ah Wu don't have to worry, it's just that I'm a little tired."

"Take a rest when you are tired, why? Do you have to work so hard?"

"Silly Ah Wu, what you are doing now is what you should do for your wife. You have to work hard for your wife? Otherwise, what should I do? Marry you?" Yu Feiying knew that she had reached the critical point of coma, but in order not to let Hua Wu Di was worried, but still insisted on talking a lot, "Besides, if I didn't prepare a bride price, how would I marry you?"

Hua Wudi lowered her head upon hearing the sound, her face flushed red.

"I? Your Highness, I? I don't have a dowry..."

"I? Know, I? I have prepared it for you a long time ago. Kunlun Mountain is the employment, and the training of the heart is... the dowry."

Speaking of this, dense cold sweat oozed from the woman's forehead, and her pink lips became pale. She gritted her teeth and watched Hua Wudi softly coax her? It was a reassurance for her: "Ah Wu boy, I am too tired to be a wife, just sleep for a while, don't be afraid, my wife will never leave you and leave first."

"Well, Your Highness, go to sleep, I? I won't leave, I? I'm right here, always with you!"