chronicle of court survival

Enchanted.

Xue Fuguang held the sword tightly with his thin hands, closed his eyes fiercely, and when he opened them again, his eyes were red with tears.

She spoke suddenly, her voice was shrill: "Song Guichen, how long are you going to be obsessed with it?!"

Song Guichen was stabbed by the collapse in her tone, and looked up in a daze.

"You don't regret it, of course you don't regret it, because I am the one who regrets it!"

Tears welled up in Xue Fuguang's eyes instantly, and the emotions that had been suppressed for 100 years surged instantly.

"I have been thinking all the time in the past 100 years, when did you encounter these things, when did you plan to betray Penglai, when did you return to Qinglan City, when did you hate Sharks."

She let the hot tears roll down her cheeks: "I regretted thirty thousand days and nights, regret why I didn't discover your knot at the beginning, regret why I didn't stop you. If I found out earlier, if I--" The more she The more desperate he said, blood gushed out of his throat suddenly, stopping all words.

"Fu Guang..." Song Guichen turned pale and wanted to walk over.

But Xue Fuguang had already wiped away the blood from his mouth, and the sword pierced the sky, pointing directly at him, forcing him not to approach.

Song Guichen stood not far from her, looking at her scarlet and tearful eyes.I just felt that those eyes were like blades, smashing all his disguises bit by bit.Those humble, gentle, and calm appearances collapsed one after another, revealing a pale and fragile soul, standing wearily between heaven and earth.

His fingers hidden in the sleeves of the purple shirt trembled, wishing to use the Sifan Sword to injure himself to relieve the soreness and pain in his heart. After a long silence, he smiled stiffly and said, "You don't have to cry for me."

Xue Fuguang looked at him quietly, smiled desolately, and said, "Song Guichen, I have been regretting for the past 100 years. As your wife, I have never understood you, and I have never guessed your thoughts."

In this world, it turns out that close relatives and close relatives are really husband and wife.

"A hundred years ago, you, the Emperor Chu, and Zhuji set up a grand array to kill the gods in the palace. In the end, did any of you win?"

Xue Fuguang's tears dried up on his face, and he laughed sarcastically: "The Emperor Chu died suddenly, Zhuji had a terrible death, the Mermaid Clan was displaced for a hundred years, and everyone who entered the palace was cursed—what about you? Did you win again? You want revenge, I wanted to protect the peace of the world, but ended up in this situation.”

"You took away the spirit of Penglai, so that Penglai lost its protection and was burned to the ground. Master died with regret, Liuguang Changsheng was killed by Zhuji, and the reincarnation was not peaceful. A hundred years later, you caused Xia Qing's soul to fly away."

After the last few words, the redness in her eyes deepened, so thick that it seemed to bleed.

Her teeth chattered and she laughed.

"Did you win Song Guichen? Ha, everything is a price... the price of greed, the price of killing, the price of killing God."

Song Guichen looked at her quietly, without speaking.

The knuckles of Xue Fuguang's hand turned white, and he held the sword tremblingly: "Do you think it is a bad thing for the Mermaid Clan to occupy the city as king?"

"If it wasn't for the kindness of the Shangqing Party to most of the sharks...if it wasn't..."

For the latter words, she was so angry that she couldn't speak out.If the Mermaid Clan hadn't cared about the kindness of the Shangqing Sect, the world would have been out of control long ago.

Song Guichen's eyes were full of sadness, he didn't know what he thought of, he smiled slowly and said: "Fuguang, thank you."

"In conclusion, each of you was implicated into the world by me."

His face is black and his hair is disheveled, his purple shirt is flying, his temperament is transparent and gentle, and the corners of his lips on his pale face are slowly overflowing with blood.

Xue Fuguang's body trembled for a moment, the sword in his hand slowly dissipated, and the frivolous sword turned into blades of grass and melted into the sky and the earth.

Song Guichen said softly: "I originally wanted to come to Dongzhou to save those monks, but I didn't expect you to be here, so there should be no need to worry."

After listening to Kou Xinghua's words, he knew that the matter of Chuanxi City was a scheme of the Mermaid Clan.

After becoming a demon, he had long thought of committing suicide, and he didn't want to stay and harm the world that was dragged down by him.

He just thought that destroying Dongzhou before he died would be considered a good deed for the human race.Unexpectedly, in the end, he was still obsessed with obsession...

"You're right, I shouldn't be obsessed with it and continue to commit murder."

Song Guichen raised the corners of his lips palely.

Infuriating in his body, dark purple devilish energy flowed all over his body.

The nightmare is trying to control his body, control his mind, and trick him into killing people.

There were countless voices roaring and shouting in his mind, causing his head to explode——

The merman laughed wildly, the old man hummed softly, and his relatives screamed for help in the pot, crying bitterly.

The matches were crackling, and the boiler was boiling with water.

"Weird, weird..."

"Save me! Guichen save me!"

"Little brother, would you like a bowl of broth?"

"Sit on the kang with pigs and sheep, cook in the six-parent pot..."

"Return to dust——!"

Those heart-piercing roars opened the wounds that had scabbed over the years.

Song Guichen felt hot and cold, bone-piercing cold and soul-scorching heat. His vision was blurred, and he looked up at the sky.

With hindsight... Heaven and earth are furnaces, yin and yang are charcoal, and everyone in this world of mortals is boiled in a pot.

Song Guichen smiled softly, all the complex emotions in his eyes were suppressed, and he looked at Xue Fuguang again, tenderly like a pool of spring water: "Fuguang, don't regret it... I'm sorry, Fuguang, I was wrong, now I will regret it."

Xue Fuguang's face was as white as paper, and he stared at her intently.

Song Guichen said: "It's me who should regret it. I'm sorry. When the empress handed you over to me, she wanted me to pamper you for the rest of my life. Who would have thought that all the disasters in your life came from me, I'm sorry. "

He said sorry several times, because his heart seemed to be dug out, it was empty, and he didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, if I had known that you have been regretting for the past 100 years." He looked at her with dark eyes, his voice was very soft, and he said with a pale smile, "Back then... definitely, definitely would not say no regrets."

"Fuguang, I'm sorry."

Xue Fuguang swayed, the tears in his eyes finally fell down.

At the end of every sword cultivator's practice, he and his sword will become one, and the Sifan sword will be destroyed along with him.

He is about to lose control and become a devil, and there is no need to live.

Song Guichen's mouth was bleeding more and more, behind it were eyes, ears, and seven orifices.All his life, his clothes were clean and his clothes were clean, and he was a little unaccustomed to such a mess for a while, so he wiped it subconsciously.

But looking at Xue Fuguang, he smiled lightly, and slowly put down his hand.

She hasn't seen him in such a mess... When they were childhood sweethearts, she had seen all his naive, wronged and bad times when they met each other.

After so many years of entanglement, the smoke of gunpowder burned to the end, and what he thought of before he died was not Qinglan City, Jingshi Palace, or all obsessions about hatred.

I just think of the center of the blood formation when the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.The white-haired god gave him a cold look, sneered coldly, and sealed the fate of everyone a hundred years ago.If it wasn't for Xia Qing, maybe this was really an unsolvable reincarnation.

He also remembered that peach blossoms brought spring water in April, and on the day of his marriage, his nervous palms were sweating and trembling. Xue Fuguang held back his laughter and poked him mischievously from under his wedding dress.He was furious and wanted to shake off his hand, but she held it gently again.

A teenager who doesn't know love and hate is the most excited in his life.

Xue Fuguang watched him go mad, and watched him commit suicide before the city.

There were still tears on his face, but he slowly closed his eyes without saying a word.

outside the city gate.

Wei Liuguang's eyes widened, and the word "no" came to his lips. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Fu Changsheng gently pulled him over.

Fu Changsheng turned pale and shook his head wearily at him.

Wei Liuguang's eyes were bloodshot, his lips trembled, and he swallowed back the words.

Xue Fuguang didn't tell them about Penglai's affairs in detail, but they could still guess something.That kind of bond between masters and sects will not wear off even if they are reincarnated for a hundred years.

He, Fu Changsheng, Xia Qing, everyone is like this.He grew up in Lingguang, but he had never met the high priest. He only knew that when he was born, the high priest specially came to give him blessings... and gave him 20 years of carefree life in Lingguang. years.

Wei Niansheng opened his clear eyes blankly, and opened his mouth: "What is the high priest doing?"

"He is destroying the sword and committing suicide."

Someone nearby answered her.

Wei Niansheng raised his eyes suddenly: "Destroy the sword and commit suicide—?" She turned her head, but was stunned. It wasn't Wei Liuguang who answered her, nor was it any familiar face from the Shangqing Sect.

He was a handsome young man who made her heart palpitate for a moment.

The juvenile black satin-like black silk is neither tied with a crown nor fixed with a hairpin, it just hangs down like this.His skin is morbidly white, his eyes are light brown, his black clothes are fluttering in the wind, his back is tall and straight, his temperament can't be said to be cold or gentle, like a sword standing in the sky, but with the gentleness of grass, trees and dust. .

"you……"

"Xia Qing?!"

Before Wei Niansheng could ask, Wei Liuguang yelled in shock.

Xia Qing took a look at Wei Liuguang, saw his eyes were red, and lingered for a while longer, and said, "Are you crying?"

Wei Liuguang used to be the most eccentric and also the most emotional in Penglai. He sniffed, but just stared at him without saying anything.

Xia Qing pursed his lower lip, a little amused, and said: "Don't look, I'm not dead." But he didn't come here to reminisce, he directly extended his hand to Wei Liuguang: "Give me back my sword."

Wei Liuguang was taken aback.

But before he could react, the Ananda sword that he had tucked into his sleeve flew out impatiently - Ananda sword shook off the dust all over his body, and returned to Xia Qing's hands after a hundred years, full of surprises.

The No. [-] sword in the world, which was born with the heaven and the earth, is unbelievably simple. The hilt is all made of wood, and the whole body has no decoration.

When Xia Qing held the sword again, his body froze for a moment.For a long time, he smiled lowly.

With this smile, everyone present was stunned.

The young man has a handsome appearance and a sarcastic smile.

Xia Qing raised his head again, looked at the surprised-looking disciples of the Shangqing sect, and then looked at the thousands of mermaids in Dongzhou City.

Every time he strikes a sword, it seems to be bound up with blood and tears.

I met so many people along the way...everyone's obsession is actually hatred.

Lou Guanxue's hatred, Yaoke's hatred, Yan Lanyu's hatred, Song Guichen's hatred, Zhuji's hatred...the hatred of the shark race, the hatred of human beings.Right and wrong have been blurred in the years, leaving only endless grievances and grievances.

Song Guichen didn't enter the shrine back then, didn't take part in the killing of the gods, he didn't want the bones of the gods or the soul of the gods, but he was the culprit, the one who set up the battle.

He caused his lover to fall into hell, caused his lover to be tortured, harmed the common people in the world, and harmed the entire sect.

In fact, he should also hate Song Guichen.

Fortunately, now, the grievances have come to an end, and everything is over.

"Brother Fu, take them away."

Xia Qing turned her head and said to Fu Changsheng.

Fu Changsheng was taken aback, met his eyes, and nodded silently.When he saw Xia Qing again, he felt as if he had passed away, but a "thank you" was too thin, and there was no need for them to thank each other.

During the years when the poison in his body was manipulated, what impressed him the most was not Wen Jiao's crying, nor the humiliation and torture in the palace of Chu State, but Han Yue's charming and smiling voice, like a colorful poisonous snake, sneaking into dreams day and night, haunt his soul.Let him give everything willingly, and be as humble as the dust - it is Xia Qing who is leading him out of the demonic barrier.After going around for a while, I finally found out that Han Yue and Zhu Ji are all old friends.

"Don't worry, I will protect them well." Fu Changsheng said.

Xia Qing nodded, clenched his sword tightly, took one last look at Xue Fuguang, turned around, and walked in the direction of Tongtianhai.

Many mermen in the city were eager to move, clenching their teeth, wishing to rush up and smash Song Guichen to ashes.

The high priest of the Chu Kingdom, no mermaid would be unfamiliar with him, and all the humiliation and torture were thanks to him.

Seeing him like this now, the body of the Shark Clan trembles, and there is nothing but hatred in their hearts—when the hatred is too heavy, even if you watch him die in front of you, you will not feel the pleasure of revenge, you will not be happy or proud— —Only hate, endless hate, extreme to the point of madness surging in my heart.

I can't wait to eat its blood and swallow its flesh!

Let the thunder and fire cut him into pieces, and let him go to the [-]th floor of hell forever!

"Holy One! Song Guichen can't be allowed to die so easily!"

The shark eyes roared.

Consonance didn't speak.

"Saint!"

"Saint!"

More and more mermen became irritable, their eyes were blinded by hatred, and their eyes were blood red.

Lingxi opened his mouth slightly, but didn't know what to say.

An old man rushed out of the crowd, leaning on crutches, hunched over, tears streaming down his face full of wrinkles and gullies.His body was as thin as a rotten tree, and he was holding on with hatred. The crutch in his hand hit the ground heavily, and he shouted hoarsely: "Holy One! Song Guichen can't just die like this! He is the culprit of everything! What face does he have to deal with it?" Sharks!"

"Shameless! Beast!"

The old man was agitated and coughed violently, big and big tears dripped from his cloudy eyes, his teeth trembled, and he hated endlessly: "The Mermaids didn't even know the way to go ashore back then—it was the fishermen in Dongzhou City, it was them! First go to the Tongtian Sea in groups to hunt down the young sharks that are alone, and want to peel and dismantle the bones to sell them for money."

"It was they who broke into Tongtian Sea first, and the sharks were able to go ashore because of the guidance of those fishing boats! Song Guichen, what kind of good man does he think he is? Does he think he is innocent? He is a sanctimonious beast! He is the chief culprit The culprit! We can't let him die so easily!"

Lingxi's face turned pale, and he firmly grasped the leaf in his hand.My head was in a mess, thinking about the retribution that the village chief said, and thinking about the reincarnation that sister Xue said.

After a long time, Lingxi opened his mouth with difficulty and said softly: "I, you..."

But before he could speak, those angers had completely burnt his reason.

The mermen suddenly let out a roar, and rushed there in unison.

"The High Priest!"

Many human monks in the city shouted anxiously!

Whoa!

All of a sudden, the wind and cloud changed color, and the strong wind from Tongtianhai rolled up the moist water vapor, covering up the sound of the entire wilderness——

Those shouts were blown away by the wind.

The world was silent at this moment.

Everyone was stunned, only looking ahead——

See the red golden sun breaking through the smog and illuminating the sky.

A profound sword intent turned into substance, like long waves criss-crossing the world.

The front is cold, pure, and clear—causing wind and thunder to shake, and the tide to rise and fall.

Use absolute strength to suppress all anger, sorrow and joy, and hatred.

The mountain roared and the tsunami shook the sixteen states.

Wei Liuguang murmured: "Xia Qing..."

Song Guichen was stabbed by the light, but he didn't close his eyes. He stared blankly at a phantom appearing in the Tongtian Sea, like a call from somewhere.A sight full of mournful sighs seemed to be staring at him, and then he saw... Penglai.

When Xia Qing was very young, she practiced the first form of forgetting emotions, and listened to her master's words, staring at the flowers and plants in a daze every day.After watching Penglai Island, the master started to fool him, asking him to go to the sea.There is nothing to see in Tongtianhai, the tide rises and falls, seagulls come and go, nothing but water is water.

But every year on March [-]th, something will be different.At that time, Tongtianhai will become particularly magical.

The azure sky is inlaid with stars, and a faint blue light shines at the end of the sea. He has good eyesight, and he will see that there seem to be flowers one after another at the end of the sky, which are similar to lotus flowers, but they are not lotus flowers.The petals are sharper and the color is colder.

Click.A crack snaked in the center of the bone wall, Ananda's sword broke the curse of God, and completely destroyed the wall from top to bottom.

Small cracks quickly caused violent destruction, crackling, broken bones fell, and ashes scattered in all directions.

Xia Qing held the Ananda sword, his face was weak and pale, standing on the wall that was about to collapse, looking at the empty and lonely sea.

With the falling of the white bones, one after another Lingwei floated on the surface of the sea.It may be the souls of the thousands who died in the sixteen states, or it may be the flowers that bloomed on the bones back then.

Vast and mighty, all over the sky-reaching sea.

——reproduce the scenes he saw every night of the Waking of Insects when he was a child.

The bone wall is crumbling.

Amidst the rumbling sound, Xia Qing lowered his head and met the gaze of Guan Xue upstairs.

It was as dark as before, but with a little lingering smile.

He's waiting for him to come down.

In fact, whether Lou Guanxue is a human being or a god, her personality is quite bad, and she can't really be called gentle.This person is very nervous when he smiles, and it is even more terrifying when he is not smiling.The palace of the State of Chu looks like a magnolia orchid and a jade tree, but its words are very sinister.Violent and cruel, moody, everyone in Lingguang City is afraid.

So, he didn't particularly dislike Lou Guanxue at the beginning, so he really fell for it long ago.

Xia Qing couldn't help smiling.

He mentioned old things to Lou Guanxue in the shrine before, mentioned that Yao Ke mentioned the shark tribe, he had mixed feelings, and he was forced to say what he thought of.

As for Lou Guanxue, as a god, apart from being plotted against at the beginning, he actually has the power to control everything in the world, so he can't understand his mood, so he listens casually and patiently.

Xia Qing breathed out quietly and said, "This is probably the best place for the Shark Clan."

Lou Guanxue raised her eyes and glanced at him when she heard the words, with a half-smile: "I found that you are very persistent about these two words."

Xia Qing: "Huh?"

Lou Guanxue jokingly said, "Then, savior, have you thought about where you are going?"

"..." Damn the savior!Xia Qing was choked by him and didn't want to talk anymore.

Now, with hindsight, he discovered that in this life, he was originally here for him.

The soul is tied to him, and he cannot leave the Star Picking Tower.

Xia Qing had a smile in his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, closed his eyes, and jumped down before the wall completely collapsed.

——The waist was hugged tightly and fell into a familiar embrace.

…Lou Guanxue, I already have the answer to the question about where she came and went.

Behind him the wall of bones crumbles—

A hundred years of grievances, all kinds of sorrows and joys.

Send it to Yijian.

Xia Qing finally understood the last sentence that the spirit of Penglai whispered softly in his ear.

It says: I don't blame any of you.

So it saved his soul, and also sealed the killing nightmare in Song Guichen's body.

The Penglai Island reappeared in the Tongtian Sea, but this time there was only one person waiting... It was a cage, and it was also a destination, welcoming the final Lord of Penglai.In the past, the Sifan sword was floating in the sky, shaking the sea and shaking the mountains, but now Song Guichen's sins are too serious, and he can't even die. He can only guard this isolated island alone, and he will not grow old or die, so as to atone for his sins.

History books always describe the hatred of the merman race for more than [-] years in a vague way, except for the moment when the merman return to their hometown, there will be more strokes.

Said that the immortal split the bone wall with a sword and cut off reincarnation.

The sharks knelt down and wept bitterly.

Since then, Lingwei flowers have bloomed all over the sea of ​​​​reaching the sky, and they have left people to return to their hometowns.

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