Attunement into fine rules

"However, for 300 years, His Majesty has not waited for Xiaoxuan." Zi Yuan turned his gaze from the wishing stone to Wei Lang, "You are His Majesty's soul, and you should remember these things. It's just that you have been reincarnated for thousands of years, Hidden deep in your first memory."

"Until now, can't you remember?!"

Ziyuan's voice was very normal at first, but it suddenly turned into a broken drink at the last sentence.

With the sound of drinking, Wei Lang only felt a ball of white light burst from his altar.

He saw the Heavenly Emperor who stood at the bridge of Naihe thousands of years ago.

There is no majesty of the treasure, no ostentatious majesty, and he doesn't even wear the iconic black robe and gold ornaments.

The black robe fluttered in the gloomy wind, hanging on the tall body that was almost as thin as a skeleton, and his face was uglier than the ghosts walking around.

His resolute chin was covered with blue stubble, and his long hair was not tied up, like the yellow grass in autumn, tangled and knotted behind him.

This is not the state and appearance that a fairy god should have.

Dao Xin collapsed, and the five declines of heaven and man.

Clothes are filthy, hair is shriveled, armpits are sweaty, body is filthy, and I am not happy with this seat.

After ascension, if the Taoist heart of the immortal god collapses, it will gradually cause the image of the five declines of heaven and man, and finally the immortal body will collapse, destroy the consciousness, and enter reincarnation.

"Tiancheng, do you think... I can't wait for him?" The emperor tilted his head slightly, his thin white lips moved, and there was a sadness in his eyes that Wei Lang had never seen before, "In 300 years, he If the soul is still there, why doesn't it come to the underworld?"

"No ghost can linger in the yang world for 300 years, is it true that my bone failed to protect him in the end?"

The voice was hoarse, with despair that was so heavy that it could not be resolved.

Wei Lang met the Heavenly Emperor before, and the Heavenly Emperor was always dignified and serene, calm and unwavering, as he should be aloof and worshiped by the creatures of heaven and earth.

I have never seen him so embarrassed and vulnerable.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Tiancheng stood beside the Emperor, with tears in his eyes, "Yes, Your Majesty can't wait for Xiaoxuan! Please be sober, Your Majesty, please don't go on like this! If this goes on like this, Your Majesty's immortal body will collapse, and the heavenly court will be destroyed. What should I do?! Where should I go?!"

The Emperor of Heaven lowered his eyes wearily, and let out a deep inhalation sound from his chest.

A pair of big hands with well-defined joints clung to the railing of the Naihe Bridge tightly, and the tendons on the back of the hands bulged.

The turbulent Styx under the bridge reflected a haggard and emaciated face that was unsightly.

Yes, he also knew he couldn't go on like this.

For 300 years, he has been suffering for Wei Yuan every moment, like an endless torture, until his Taoist heart collapsed, and signs of the five declines of heaven and man appeared.

In fact, he was not afraid of death, and even in such a long torment, he was vaguely looking forward to the arrival of death.

Let him be completely free.

But as Tiancheng said, he shoulders the responsibilities of the heavenly court, he should be sober, and should not continue to sink like this.

The souls around him flowed endlessly, and the Emperor of Heaven stood at the head of the Naihe Bridge for a long, long time. The wind slapped his cheeks, causing his withered hair to fly like a weed.

Tian Cheng was by his side, choking with sobs.

"Yes, I can't continue anymore." The Emperor's throat rolled, and the sound he made was like weeping or talking to himself.

He let go of the bridge railing, turned around slowly, and walked down the Naihe Bridge with floating steps.

Stepping on the river bank, stepping on a large area of ​​flowers on the other side, came to the opposite side of the wishing stone.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!!!"

Following Tiancheng's loud exclamation, he saw that the Heavenly Emperor suddenly stretched out his right hand, and all five powerful fingers were lost in his spiritual altar.

A mouthful of blue fairy blood spewed out from the white and chapped thin lips, and the Emperor of Heaven tore one of his three souls, Jue Hun, alive from the altar.

The pain of tearing the soul, even a fairy god with countless calamities like the Emperor of Heaven, can't stop shaking the palm holding Juehun.

People have three souls, the soul of fate, the soul, and the soul of consciousness.

Destiny and soul are in charge of survival, soul is in charge of wisdom, and sense of soul is in charge of emotion.

The shape of Juehun is a small ball of crimson light, which looks sincere and affectionate, trembling slightly with the trembling of the palm of the Emperor of Heaven.

The reason why his Dao heart collapsed and the five decays of heaven and man were all due to affection for Wei Yuan, so that the pain could not be controlled by himself.

His pain, his torment and struggle, all came from Si Qing's soul.

As long as Juehun is separated, he will still be able to perform the duties of the Emperor of Heaven, and there will be no pain, no fear, no regrets and no complaints from now on.

No more worries.

At this time, Tiancheng was crying with tears all over his face, kneeling on the ground, his back was shaking, and the crown on his head was trembling.

The Heavenly Emperor held Juehun in his palm, and the front of his lapel was covered in green blood. Because he was wearing black clothes, it was not very obvious, but the color of the clothes on his chest was darker.

Beads of emerald green blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, from his firm and square chin, and hit the dirty black ground in front of his feet drop by drop.

His complexion and lips were pale, and his cheeks were deeply sunken.

It doesn't look like a fairy, but a ghost.

"Cangwu is here, and I exchange the ten thousand years of my soul's reincarnation for a wish, Ah Wei's glimmer of life." A teardrop rolled down the eyelashes of the Heavenly Emperor, fell on the palm of his hand, melted into the soul and disappeared instantly, "If it is possible... No matter what form it takes, let Cang Wu meet Ah Wei again."

That was the last tear of love from the Emperor of Heaven.

The wishing stone on the opposite side suddenly burst into white light, and the crimson consciousness soul was wrapped in white light, and disappeared in the palm of the Emperor of Heaven.

The wishing stone accepted the wish of the Emperor of Heaven.

Wei Lang, as the consciousness soul split from the Heavenly Emperor, with the appearance of the white light, the memory of the Heavenly Emperor ends here.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Lang saw his 1-year reincarnation.

He has been an emperor, a general, a trafficker, a man, and a woman.

I have done flying birds, swimming fish, insects, hogs and beasts.

At the beginning, he still remembered his own origin, but after thousands of reincarnations, Hongchen gradually obliterated the original memory, making him become confused.

But from the beginning to the end, there was a vague thought in his mind, that he wanted to wait for someone.

"Ah, that is a good family. The young man is in good health, good-looking, very capable, and is about the same age as you. My mother picked it out for you. Why don't you want to?" Mother stood aside Rubbling on, showing a worried look, "I don't know who I can fancy."

"If you drag it on, it won't be easy to talk about others. You should think about it."

After finishing speaking, the mother sighed and walked out the door, closing the bamboo door.

In that life, he was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing his hair with a comb, the sunlight slanted in from the window of the bamboo building, and a 16-year-old girl was reflected in the bronze mirror.

His hair is dark clouds, and his skin is white and delicate, like a freshly picked gardenia.

His beautiful appearance, slender and tall figure, and his intelligence and intelligence made him break through the threshold of marriage proposals since he was thirteen or fourteen years old.

They don't pay attention to blind marriages here, and their parents are also enlightened and will respect his ideas and opinions.

Ordinarily, at his age, not to mention getting married, at least he should have an appointment with someone else.

Then after two or three years, both parties have prepared the dowry and wedding ceremony, and they will have a lively wedding and officially get married.

The young man my mother mentioned was indeed from a wealthy family, handsome, in good health, capable, and about the same age as him.

Anyone who reads it will feel that it is a good match.

But... no, it wasn't him.

There are so many young people in the village, none of them are him.

The girl stopped combing her hair, and tightly gripped the wooden comb in her palm until the teeth of the comb pressed half an inch into the flesh of her palm, causing pain.

But who is "he"?

No idea, nowhere to be found.

Anyway, if you see him, you will definitely recognize him.

You can recognize it at a glance.

Tears of grievance welled up in the girl's eyes, she put the wooden comb on the dressing table with a snap, got up and ran out the door.

In front of the bamboo building of the girl's house, there are large pear trees.

It's spring now, and snow-like pear blossoms are blooming all over the branches, like a canopy made of flowers.

When the girl came under the pear tree, tears dripped down her cheeks, and the canopy made of flowers on her head seemed to feel something, and then it fell down, pear blossoms all over the ground.

A gust of wind rolled up the pear blossoms, and hula la blew into the distance.

"...Are you trying to tell me where the person I'm waiting for is?" The girl raised her face and looked at the white pear blossom fluttering in the wind. "If he doesn't come, I really can't wait for him. I want to marry him." Give it to someone else."

As my mother said, no matter how much the family dotes on her, she won't let her temperament keep her going.

Sooner or later, a young man must be selected in the village.

And that day isn't too far away.

Lihua didn't speak, but was blown by the wind and circled towards the dark blue mountains in the distance.

The girl's amber eyes reflected snowflake-like white flowers, and the corners of her lips suddenly curled up in a slightly drunken arc, and she took steps towards the direction of the wind.

If he doesn't come to look for him, then he will look for him.

The girl could not feel that the sky was getting dark, that her clothes were scratched by thorns, and that the soles of her shoes were worn away by rocks.

Just walk in the direction of the wind among the high mountains.

Until a snake bit her ankle, she couldn't move anymore.

There was a cave in front of her. The girl walked in with her paralyzed feet, half lying on a large rock inside.

I vaguely remember that he and I once lived in the same cave, but that cave was furnished warmly and comfortably, with high beds and soft pillows, incense tents, and laughter, unlike here, which is bare and cold.

There was dead silence.

"Where are you...I'm right here, come to me quickly..." The girl muttered to herself as her cheek pressed against the cold rock, her slender fingers dug into the crevices of the stone, and the numbness of the soles of her feet gradually spread to the whole body. Body, "If you don't come, I can only wait here forever..."

She had really walked a long, long way before. The tired girl held her eyelids tightly, unwilling to fall asleep, but her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and they fell down again and again. In the end, she couldn't bear it and closed her eyes.

The girl didn't know that after dawn, her parents took the villagers and found her stiff body in the cave.

There was a slightly drunken smile on his blue face because of snake venom.

Like sinking into a beautiful fantasy dream.

Xiangxi is beautiful and graceful. An unmarried girl in cardamom age can make the flowers on the branches fall when she cries, falling into the cave and bouldering to death.

The "Luohua Cave Girl" who is called the God's Blessed One.

In another life, he became a general on the battlefield.

After the war with the neighboring country was over, he was waiting for the reward to return. It was rare that the army banned alcohol, and he and his comrades sat around a burning bonfire in the camp, drinking from big bowls and talking and laughing loudly.

"When I go back this time, Lao Li should find a wife." A colleague held a wine bowl and winked at him, "Our Lao Li is a rare decent person, and he never goes to the red tent. Leave the virginity to the mother-in-law!"

"If our brothers didn't sleep in the same bunk when they came to the barracks, and knew everything about it, I would really think that you are not good!"

"Hahahahaha..." The comrades, who were bare-chested and exposed, broke out into a rough laugh.

"Hey, don't laugh, don't laugh, let's go back in the future, and we won't do this business. I have a younger sister who is not married yet, so I can tell Lao Li." A fellow robe came over , put his hand on his shoulder, "Because my father and mother passed away one after another, my younger sister has kept the filial piety for six years, and now she is 23. She is a bit older, but she is still a young girl, she is good-looking, He is also diligent, and he is a housekeeper and polite person, I think he is a good match for you, when the time comes, I will show you?"

He smiled and said perfunctorily, "Let's talk about it."

"Yo yo yo, I can tell by your looks, your sister looks just average!" Someone next to him laughed and booed, "Our old Li has very high vision, and he doesn't even bring the oiran in the red tent to him. It makes sense, I'm afraid I'm going to marry a fairy in the future!"

"Hey, I haven't gone back yet. You guys are thinking about my wife's marriage. You don't have to worry about eating carrots? Come, drink and drink!" Bowl, drink it up in one gulp, "I'll get drunk tonight!"

That night, everyone was very drunk.

After returning to the imperial city, he was rewarded for his meritorious deeds, and he was granted the title of Marquis and the mansion was granted land.

Although he was almost 30 years old at this time, he had never been married, and he didn't even have a housekeeper around him. His teenage daughter married him.