[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

The prosperity of the emperor, the dragon's veins entrenched in the majesty of Jincheng, only then do we know the smallness of Qionghua's corner.

Huai Shuo couldn't take care of the left and right, Xuanji kept pulling him, and just walked in: "Hurry up, let's go find Master Ziying, and see who took it away with a letter." Uncle, it's too hateful."

"You say this every day, really, do you know the place?" Huai Shuo sighed, pulled Xuanji back and said, "The head said that the man is already the Prince Taifu, we have to ask where the Taifu's residence is."

Huai Shuo walked ahead, trying to find someone who looked like an errand to ask for directions, but Xuanji followed behind and muttered, "Mr. Taifu's, it must be the old man."

The two of them didn't know Chang'an City well, so naturally they couldn't find anyone to talk to. Tired until lunch, they were a little depressed. Xuanji gnawed on the cake, then stomped her feet suddenly, and said, "Senior brother, you are too stupid, contact Master Ziying directly. It's fine, uncle."

Huai Shuo heard the words and said helplessly: "We don't know the location of the uncle, how can we contact him directly, why don't we find someone else first."

I couldn't find Ouyang Mansion for a while, but the East Palace was not hard to find.

No.30 five times

After lunch, Ouyang Mingri was playing chess in the room. The black and white on the board were clearly gathered in one place. He was holding his hand and thinking, when a maidservant came to report: "My lord, Zheng Huwei of the Eastern Palace has brought two people to ask for an audience."

Ouyang Ming made a sunspot, hummed, and then the maid would leave, and soon Zheng Ji brought two Qionghua's disciples in.Seeing the master's family playing chess, they walked lightly and waited quietly outside. The two teenagers' legs were sore from standing, and they couldn't complain aloud, so they had to wait until Ouyang raised his head tomorrow.

"Teacher Ouyang." Zheng Ji saluted first.

Ouyang Mingri put down the chess pieces, there were a few crisp sounds, he picked up the tassel, glanced at them casually, and asked, "Why are you looking for me?"

Xuanji was dissatisfied in her heart, but she was speechless. She was a noble person, and she was not to be offended. She was as handsome as a fairy, so she was welcome to be so rude, so there was nothing to be picky about.She shrank half of her body behind Huai Shuo, and replied in a low voice: "We are ordered by the head of the sect to find Master Ziying."

"Oh." Ouyang Mingri said to Yi Shuiling, "Take them there."

Yi Shui led the two out, Ouyang Mingri stroked the golden tassel, and focused on watching the chess game again. Zheng Ji came over a few steps, put the knife aside, and sat across from him as soon as he lifted his clothes.The fragrance of orchids is faintly curling, and the soft light is blocked by the slender strands of Luo Feng, making people quiet and picturesque.

Qionghua sent someone here this time to invite Murong Ziying to go back.Even if Suyao doesn't like Murong Ziying very much, it is impossible to disregard the crowning ceremony of her disciples, given Murong Ziying's seniority, the head of the ceremony has to be performed by Suyao herself, and she will be given a Taoist name, just like a layman after the crowning ceremony Take the table word.

Crowning a man and getting a hairpin for a woman is the greatest gift in a person's life. Murong Ziying had to go back. After the crowning ceremony, he could be considered an adult.

After being away from the two masters and nephews for more than a year, I want to pick up the wind and reminisce about the past, but Ouyang tomorrow, the still water will suddenly become clear.

Zheng Jixian asked: "The flowers in the mirror are extraordinary things. Ordinary people use them to reach the heavens in one step and cultivate the immortal body, or if the soul flies away and cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation. No one can tell. Seeing that Ouyang Jun loves Mr. Murong very much, do you really have to bear it? "

Ouyang played with the chess pieces tomorrow, smiling like a gentle breeze in early spring, without any displeasure: "It's just a little selfishness, will Zheng Huwei still blame me?"

"Where, that's not what I want to ask." Zheng Ji said with a smile.

Ouyang wanted Murong Ziying to accompany him tomorrow, but he didn't put his life and death first, but wanted to lure him to gamble his life.

Although this is a frightening fact, Zheng Ji completely understands it, and thinks there is nothing wrong with it, and does not think that Ouyang Mingri is cruel or ruthless at all.

People who have been alone for too long.

Zheng Ji leaned over nervously, clasped the edge of the table, stared at Ouyang Mingri, and asked seriously: "What if I wash away the demon's blood with the flower in the mirror?"

Ouyang Mingri was not surprised by his choice, and said seriously: "If a person has no heart, he will die."

Zheng Ji touched his chest, there was no beating or warmth, he had long been used to the coldness, he even forgot the feeling of being a human being, but he still tried to be a human being.He had firmly believed that he was a human being, an upright human being.

Two days later, when Murong Ziying came to bid farewell, it was early in the morning, and the thin morning mist wrapped around the quiet Ouyang Mansion.

A hundred birds chasing after the cold fragrance on Fengping screen, the bead curtain hurts when tears fall, parting in a few words, the love is as long as the spring scene.

Ouyang Mingri sat in front of the archipelago screen, with a golden crown and brocade clothes and a jade belt across his waist, just like the phoenix emperor that all birds are facing, but maybe without the phoenix bird to accompany him, he still looks lonely.Murong Ziying stood opposite him, there were only two of them left here.

Murong Ziying stood up straight like a sword, and was no longer as sharp as a 13-year-old. When he saw Ouyang Mingri, he felt his heart warm up, and he stared at Ouyang Mingri with an invisible smile.The silence did not make the people in the room feel relaxed, the air seemed to become heavy, and water could drown people.

"Murong." Ouyang Mingri's voice was so comforting that it could melt people away. He pondered and asked like a child asking for answers, "What kind of feelings do you have for me? Do you want to be with me?" Like a Taoist couple in the world of cultivation, or... a couple in the human world?"

Murong Ziying tilted her head, very confused, he had never had this kind of thought, and he didn't even understand why Ouyang Mingri asked such a question at all, and he didn't know what to say to answer.

Murong Ziying could only shake her head, and murmured in a low voice: "If Your Highness can always be by my side, my heart will be less deserted."

Ouyang Mingri laughed out loud, the laughter made people feel cold, he rolled the golden thread on his fingertips and shook his head lightly, and asked: "Murong, do you know the difference between God and Immortal Buddha?"

Murong Ziying said: "Immortal Buddhas are formed through cultivation."

Ouyang put his hands into his sleeves tomorrow, and said slowly: "Gods are born, just like you were born as a human being, and you can't decide by yourself. In the six realms, monsters, immortals and Buddhas are all cultivated, and they can advance or retreat, but God Just like human beings, even in reincarnation, gods are gods after all, so they deliberately tried to tear my soul apart."

"I was born as a god, and I have fallen to the present situation. There are only two endings. I can restore the gods and return to the heavens, or I can disappear into the heavens and the earth." Ouyang Mingri paused, he twisted the golden thread in his palm, looked out the window, and lowered his head. He said lazily, "And you are a human being. You only have a few decades to live. You can't accompany me to the next life. There are tens of thousands of Taoists in the world, and how many become immortals. What's more, you have love in your heart." , if you insist on cultivating immortals, you may be more likely to go mad. And to investigate Qionghua's matter, you must let go of all emotions."

"I don't know how to cultivate immortals, but it should be right to be pure-hearted and rid of evil, cut off love and desires, Murong, you should be as focused as you are 13 years old."

The moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, is an illusion, why bother to be nostalgic.The spring solstice is late, and when the peonies are still waiting, there is nothing wrong with rewarding the remnant reds in the coming year.

Murong Ziying has been silent all the time, but her heart is heavy, as if covered by a thousand haze, the waves rise thousands of feet, she enters the water silently, she feels more and more heavy, so heavy that it is difficult to breathe.He was not even half happy about being crowned. What he was facing was a responsibility that he couldn't bear, couldn't move away, let alone escape.He didn't have much time to think about Ouyang Mingri's advice, and he didn't want to open his mouth to refute. No matter how Ouyang Mingri didn't like him, he would never be 13 again.

Seeing that he was silent tomorrow, Ouyang sighed in his heart and stopped talking. He took out the half volume of "Tian Xingzi" and slightly raised his hand: "I have no power to intervene in Qionghua's affairs. It's up to you whether to investigate or not. Once you start, don't trust anyone."

Murong Ziying took it with both hands, not letting her fingers tremble, and said: "Yes."

Ouyang Mingri chuckled, the cold was covered with frost and snow, even though his peach eyes were covered with ice, they were still romantic and affectionate, and his voice was like spring rain moistening his heart: "Go, you and I are destined to end here, there is no need to come back."

"Ziying bid farewell." Murong Ziying cupped her hands.

The two of them just said goodbye, and there was no need to say "take care".

In March of the second year of Yonglong, Qionghua's disciple Murong Ziying was crowned, and the head of the sect, Suyao, performed the ceremony, taking the Taoist name, Ziyin.

Since the beginning of the first month, the crown prince has visited Ouyang's mansion frequently, asking for advice and strategies every day, discussing everything about the emperor's thoughts, government officials, and palace affairs, and often playing games together. Do what you say.

The two are masters and apprentices, and they are similar in age. Ouyang Mingri is well-informed, not trapped in complicated rituals, often acts impermanently, and is arrogant. Li Xian believes that Ouyang Mingri has everything he does not have. In just a few months, They have become very close.Li Xian is not a person who is enthusiastic about government affairs, nor is he enthusiastic about books. After getting acquainted with Ouyang Mingri in the name of asking for advice, he began to talk to him about irrelevant things, and in the end he complained a lot, without taboo.

Resenting the Empress Wu, resenting his wife and family, resenting the government and the people, Li Xian hated himself the most, hated himself as cowardly and useless, he couldn't do anything, so he could only do what others said, even if he made a mistake, he didn't have to blame himself, Besides, he can only squander the benefits of this status.At least, he could feel that Ouyang Tomorrow sincerely regarded him as a disciple, taught and helped him, and would not be as tough as the princess Wei Shi, and would not bother to ask him for anything.There is nothing wrong with being dependent, one is too tired.

In the late spring and early summer, May is already hot, the leaves are as green as the sea, and there are little reddish yuxiang.The good wind is free to lift the curtain slightly, and the painting hall is flowing water in the Danting Pavilion.

Sleeping on the couch in the pavilion, Ouyang happened to be dreaming tomorrow, so he was shaken by others. When he opened his eyes and saw Li Xian, he said sleepily, "Why is it you again?"

Seeing him getting up, Li Xian stood aside and watched him slowly straighten his clothes and sleeves until they were smooth without any pleats, then said: "Mr.