[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

I was so drunk that I fell asleep.

They sent the King of Qi back to his mansion, and Li Jiancheng went to Li Yuan to tell him that when he saw Li Shimin in the palace, both of them had nothing to say. It's not easy to clean up.

After talking about King Qi, Li Jiancheng turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned around and said, "Aye, can I borrow a book from the palace?"

Li Yuan was eating happily, without raising his head: "But the treasury has books?"

"Ah."

The treasury's collection of books is full of rare books, and the deepest knowledge in the human world is gathered here. Li Yuan thought for a while, took a sip of wine and said, "It's hard to find, I'll ask someone to bring it to you tomorrow."

"No, no, no." Li Jiancheng said with a sneer, "I was drunk a lot today, and I want to go back early, otherwise I won't be able to get out of the palace gate."

What Li Jiancheng was looking for was of course the volume "Tian Xing Zi". If "Tian Xing Zi" recorded the star array that Qionghua used for rebellion, he could at least guess one or two points about it.Going against the sky is no small matter. Those with high cultivation bases will have their own characteristics, and they can even be deduced based on this, but Qionghua still doesn't know much about it.

He really wanted to see who was so bold to sacrifice his way of becoming a fairy with the fate of the royal family in the human world.

The candle lamps are surrounded by darkness, the library is too wide, and it takes a long time to say a word, the bookshelves that are ten feet high are lined up in rows, and there are tens of thousands of books, and the room is filled with the fragrance of ancient ink.

Holding the lantern, Li Jiancheng found what he was looking for. The silk scroll, except for the golden thread imperial thorn on the seal, has nothing special about it, and the things on it are what people who spy on the sky want most.

It's ridiculous to think about it, the human world is regarded as the end of the six worlds, because human beings are too fragile, but what they get and create is incomparable to any world, maybe it is because of the ephemerality and insignificance that they make the best use of it. Its ability has created the changes and prosperity of the world, and it is endless.

Li Jiancheng handed the lantern to the steward next to him, and ordered: "Record my name in the book, and I will definitely return it in the future."

Seeing that the young steward was stunned and silent, Li Jiancheng laughed, ignored him, put away the scroll, turned around and left, the footsteps echoed clearly, and walked back to the East Palace after leaving the treasury.

The princess and concubine in the palace have been waiting for her for a long time. After preparing everything, she is waiting for the prince to come back after the banquet.

The room is rich in fragrance and mist, peppers are burned in the jade furnace, and the bed curtain is thick.After Li Jiancheng took a bath and changed his clothes, he flipped through the scroll with his wet hair on. The mystery in it was unbearable to read, and he forgot the time for a while.

Zheng Guanyin made the bed, looked at him for more than an hour, saw the old bedtime, and then said: "My husband used to come back from the banquet and would not deal with any affairs. He went to bed earlier than usual, and read the truth tonight." Aren't you tired?"

"It's really eventful tonight..." Li Jiancheng put away the scroll, turned his head abruptly, and saw the woman in plain clothes, with black hair like ink splattered paper, black and white, slightly rippling eyes, lazy smile, and the elegant woman was also charming at this time.

After half a year of fighting on the iron and blood battlefield, don't you want to have the taste of warm and fragrant nephrite jade? At this moment, I thought about it, and I couldn't help laughing, "It's okay to have more things."

"Husband?" Zheng Guanyin seemed more energetic when he saw Li Jiancheng approaching.

The red candle flickers, a little touches people's souls, the fragrance and mist attract dreams, and the love and spring of thousands of feet.

Li Jiancheng moved gently and quickly, hugged his wife horizontally, and strode towards the bed. Zheng Guanyin cried out in shock and immediately hugged Li Jiancheng's neck.

Her fair cheeks were ashamed as red as clouds, soft and bright like a young girl, Zheng Guanyin lay on the couch, grabbed Li Jiancheng by the neck, and asked again: "My husband really doesn't sleep?"

Li Jiancheng pressed a kiss on her lips, whispering in the boudoir: "We will fight until dawn."

The sweet voices are repeated, the night is deep and the moon is quiet, the spring love is spring, the red spring tent is moving, and the mandarin ducks are turned over by the waves.

Blood splashed on the embroidery bed, Murong Ziying pulled out the sword from the corpse, watched the monsters all over the ground turn into dry bones, and returned the sword into its sheath.

In the early morning, the cold wind stirred hundreds of curtains of blood, and the dust flew up and covered the sky, and even the road could not be seen clearly. The abandoned houses were dilapidated and dilapidated everywhere, but it was not difficult to see the grandeur of the past.

The Battle of Youdu is over, and Qionghua will withdraw every day.Murong Ziying doesn't get close to monsters, she doesn't show mercy with her sword, she kills gods and Buddhas when she meets gods, she kills countless monsters in just a few days, and becomes famous among Qionghua's disciples.The red gold thread on his wrist is too dazzling, the clothes can't cover the brilliance, let alone the aura of the ancient fairy spirit, which arouses the criticism of Qionghua's disciples, and even attracts the coveted eyes of demons and cultivators who pursue the immortal way. Trouble ensues, but He couldn't get the strings off, and there was nothing he could do.

The head of the sect called Murong Ziying back to Qionghua first, these human-shaped butterflies set up a magic formation on the way, so he was delayed for half an hour, and he still hadn't eaten.

It was already bright, and the morning glow was very beautiful, and the dust had settled. Murong Ziying sat on the steps in the yard, dug out the dry food she had brought with her, took a sesame seed cake and started eating.The few bones in the yard must have no relatives or friends to restrain them. Even if they are demons, it is not good to expose the corpses.

Murong Ziying bit a steamed bun in her mouth, packed up her things and got up, tightened the sword behind her back, and strode out of the abandoned house.A blue butterfly flew powerlessly along the wall, struggling to jump out of the broken window, its lingering breath made people pitiful, Murong Ziying turned her head to look at it, slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, watched it fly higher and faster, Suddenly he drew the sword out.

He heard the sound of the qin, he remembered the sound of the qin, and once he heard it, the sound of the qin in the world could no longer be heard.

"Your Highness?" Murong Ziying Yujian followed the sound and left.

He would never believe that the prince would appear inexplicably, but he really wanted to meet this person who could completely reproduce the most wonderful piano sound in the world.

No.15 times

The Huajin youth has not been crowned, his hair is drooping and his eyebrows are sweeping, his eyes are better than stars, and he is imposing at a young age, sitting in front of the desk and playing the piano.

Murong Ziying has never seen this boy before, nor has she been to this place, the only thing she is familiar with in the illusion is the sound of the piano.The mansion here is magnificent, according to the rules, it is the steps of princes and princes. Judging from the seals on the utensils, it is the mansion of the Tang Dynasty. When the current saint is the Tang Dynasty, His Highness was once the heir of the Tang Dynasty. Could it be that the performer has seen His Highness when he was young.

This is a young prince of fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyes have not changed, of course he can recognize it.The illusion was not born from his memory, who is the other party, who is so familiar with His Highness when he was young, and who is plotting evil.

Murong Ziying had a murderous intent, he walked up to the young man and wanted to break the illusion, the sword was out of the sheath, and he thrust out with all his strength, the momentum broke through, without the slightest hesitation.

The sword qi was like thousands of small knives, it scraped across the cheeks, and the strings of the zither were broken under his finger, it was extremely ear-piercing, but the young man's voice was as smooth as jade, and he asked: "Who are you?"

Blood seeped through Hua Jin and flowed down the sword, Murong Ziying pulled out the sword from the boy's chest, and watched the boy fall on his back, blood dripped from the piano case, the broken strings shook, the piano seemed to be crying, weeping for its master.

The tip of the sword trembled lightly, blood drops were shaken off, Murong Ziying couldn't control it no matter how hard he held it, he felt a little cold, the young man's eyes were still looking at him, the most beautiful eyes in the world, exactly the same as in memory.He thought that this illusion had nothing to do with him, and suddenly realized that everything was born in his own thoughts.

"Your Highness is honorable, and has always been superior in front of Ziying." Murong Ziying returned the sword and sheathed it, breaking the gold and jade with the sound of the cane, and there was a sense of resentment in his heart. He turned around and watched the illusion gradually shatter, and walked out of the Tang Palace.

If we could meet His Highness when he was young, His Highness would definitely treat me differently, and I wouldn't dare to exceed the courtesy at all.A gentleman is dignified, as gentle as jade, and His Highness is even more gentle and humble, but he deeply feels the contempt and contempt in it, and is regarded as a dust in the world. Fortunately, he is favored by a glance, but he will always be out of reach.His Highness regards all beings as equal, just because none of them can fall into his eyes.

I only hate that you were born and I was not born.

The illusion is completely shattered, here the maple is red and the water is cold, the scenery is beautiful, the maple leaves buried a broken violin, the strings are all corroded, the body of the mahogany violin is even a little rotten, it is this violin that created this illusion.If it is the qin used by His Highness, I remember that the sound of His Highness’s qin is nothing, but it is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from Chang’an, and His Highness has never been here from the prince to the prince. Moreover, it has been destroyed for decades. His Highness has not yet been born.

Could it be the cause and effect of the previous life, and the fate of this life is broken.Murong Ziying didn't want to think too much, for some reason this illusion made him feel lingering fear, stroked the red gold strings on his right wrist, and walked away with the sword.

There is no longer the sound of the piano, nor is there any feeling of mourning.

Before Du Hun became the prince, Changqin did play a song with this qin, but the timbre of the qin did not satisfy him, so he destroyed it casually. He didn't want this qin to remember him. into loess.

The top of Kunlun, the realm of immortals.Surrounded by cold clouds, the Qionghua Palace is ethereal, like looking at flowers in the fog, waving a century-old scroll, looking up at the high mountain, and drilling it hard.

Murong Ziying has a high seniority in the sect, many disciples greet him when he comes back, but his temperament is not easy to get close to, he doesn't have many friends.Qionghua's current head is Suyao, she has only been in office for a few years, her aptitude is not high, she does not know whether it is destiny or luck to be in office.

The young man in the hall saluted: "Murong Ziying has met the master."

Su Yao nodded, and asked directly: "I heard that your spiritual power has suddenly increased, why?"

"It's Your Highness..."

"Your Highness?!" Suyao stood up with an angry look on her face, and walked down the stone steps step by step to the young man, "As a cultivator, it's nothing more than meeting the prince of the human world, but you have repeatedly pestered him, what is your intention?"

Murong Ziying didn't explain, and she couldn't explain it, but continued: "The strings were given by His Royal Highness, Ziying doesn't know the origin."

Su Yao looked at the silk thread on the young man's wrist, and at first glance, it was nothing ordinary. The royal family of the human world has been around for thousands of years, and the ancient books of Lingbao are naturally not comparable to the centuries-old sect of cultivating immortals.