[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

It's a clean place, relying on taking a nap.

In the place where the dragon veins are entrenched, Murong Ziying, an earth immortal, can't use too much spiritual power. After a tired night, she just leans against the wall and dozes off.

Chang'an has been broken and occupied by rebels. The most prosperous place in the world is busy looting and looting, but no one pays attention to him.

At noon, the battlefield hadn't been cleaned up, and the bloody smell and piles of corpses made people vomit next to them. A hand suddenly stretched out from the pile of dead people, and the person who carried the corpse fell to the ground in fright.

The corpse was pushed away one by one, Dongfang Sheng stood up and looked at the sky.

Still wearing the battle armor of the Shence Army, he turned his head and asked the person who carried the corpse: "What time is it?"

The rebel who fell on the ground said in a daze: "It should be... Weishi."

"Wei Shi..." Dongfang Sheng murmured, picked up a red and black ribbon and tied his long hair.

The people next to him picked up their knives and wanted to slash them, but they were knocked away by a burst of sword energy. Dongfang Sheng just tied his hair, then took off his armor, and walked into the city with a blushing suit.

Murong Ziying naturally didn't have time to tidy herself up. It was the first time she had lived in this embarrassment for a hundred years. He stood behind Dongfang Sheng, watched the young man walk over, and then walked past him. He looked numb and didn't know what he was thinking. Open your mouth.

Dongfang Sheng walked back to the Marquis' Mansion. The place had been robbed cleanly, and occasionally leftover jewels and corpses of several government soldiers could be seen, which were destroyed overnight.Murong Ziying thought that he still had things to do, so she stood beside the mansion gate and waited quietly.

"Zi Tong." Dongfang Sheng called out, but no one responded.

There seemed to be no living people in the mansion. Dongfang Sheng walked through the corridor, opened the door and approached the inner room. The inside was also a mess, and the worthless things were thrown on the ground. He walked a few steps and picked up the bronze mirror on the ground.

The face in the mirror was intact, delicate and handsome, without a single crack, but it was stained with blood, which had dried to a black red color. He stroked his cheek, and suddenly saw a graceful figure in black in the mirror, and chuckled lightly.

"Zitong." Dongfang Sheng turned around and frowned, "Where did you go?"

Mu Zitong bent over and smiled, "I've been waiting for the young master, let's take a bath first, the water is ready."

"Oh..." Dongfang Sheng was stunned for a moment and nodded.

The temperature of the water was just right, and the cloud screen in the room was half-opened. Dongfang Sheng took off his blood-soaked clothes and put them on the screen, reflecting the surface of the water. He looked at the body and confirmed that it was still intact. Then he stepped into the pool .

Soaked by this gentle water, the blood stains all over his body were washed away, and the black hair was floating like ink, with a light red.

No.40 nine times

The wide-sleeved underskirt has a bright white ground, a wide belt around the waist, plain silk and jade, the breeze wraps around the sleeves to roll up the snow, new shellfish fat and porcelain.

He was dressed in Confucian clothes, with three layers of white hair without any stains, white ears and white jade, black hair hanging down to his waist, and the hair tie was also white.

The world in my eyes is about to lose its color, only black and white, deep and light grays are left, and it is hazy. When I close my eyes and look again, it gradually becomes colorful again.

The bodily functions start to stop, his eyes will not see any color, and he will not be sure that what he sees is what he knows.

White, at least knows himself.

Mu Zitong leaned against his back, straightened his long hair hanging on his chest, and stood aside silently.

Dongfang Sheng flicked the bangs that swept down his cheeks, got up and began to search for things, searched all over the house, then went to the courtyard to continue searching, the white shirt brushed the short trees, stepped on the green grass, the flowers and trees in full bloom, It was also baked by the power of his sun, and immediately dried up. Wherever it passed, the yellow leaves fell and the live branches were blackened.

He was not in a hurry, he searched for all the rooms in Nuo Dahou's mansion one by one, and pushed open every door by himself.

Walking to the left ear room of the west chamber, Dongfang Sheng stood in front of the door and paused, frowned, clasping the crack of the door and gently pushing it open, took a look inside, and then gently closed it.

It was quite hot, and Mu Zitong was in the shade of the trees in the yard. Seeing Dongfang Sheng turn around, he asked hesitantly, "What are you looking for?"

"Sword." Dongfang Sheng said, the scorching heat in his body made his mouth dry, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "I can't find it, forget it."

Mu Zitong took a few steps forward, but did not step out of the shade of the tree. He stared at Dongfang Sheng and said, "Then, what are you doing?"

Dongfang Sheng smiled at her, the gentle waves in his eyes could melt people's hearts, and looked at the red paper umbrella propped in the corner.He clasped his wide sleeves, went to get an umbrella, walked to Mu Zitong's side, propped up for her, and covered her from the sun.

Mu Zitong hurriedly raised his hand to take the umbrella, but Dongfang Sheng dodged and shook his head, only motioning for her to follow.

At the foot of the bluestone steps inside the gate of the mansion, Murong Ziying was still standing there, she had tidied up a bit, her tall body was tall and graceful, and she was as graceful as before.

Dongfang Sheng nodded slightly to him, and slowly walked up the bluestone steps, with fluttering skirts, black hair brushing his waist, and white clothes like fog, as if entering nothingness.Murong Ziying stared at him blankly, walked past with an umbrella for the woman, and then came down alone, only the ringing of the ring around his body was heard.

Seeing Murong Ziying in a daze, Dongfang Sheng took his left hand, stuffed the umbrella into his hand and held it, leaned it to his ear, and said softly: "Bring her, I'm too yang."

Murong Ziying nodded and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

Dongfang Sheng said: "Lingnan."

He backed away after speaking, chuckled, went up to give Mu Zitong instructions, and walked out first.

Red light was dyed on the blue embroidered white clothes. Murong Ziying held an umbrella, looked at the woman on the steps, raised her hands and rubbed her ears, the too hot breath made him ache.

The dead are the ghosts of obsession.

Inside the red door of the ear room, the ground is also blood red. Dozens of corpses are piled up in this small room. The woman in black is kneeling behind the door, her head is hanging down deeply, and the sticky blood is still dripping from her beautiful face. When she hit the ground, her body was pierced by a sharp weapon, causing numerous knife wounds, and her body was already cold.

She held a sword in her hand, and the sapphire scabbard was crushed to pieces, soaking in her blood.

In the fourteenth year of Tianbao, the city of Chang'an was destroyed, the Shence army was defeated, the general was captured, the commanding army Li Junchuo, the general Dongfang Sheng, all died in battle at the city, and the imperial order was erected to pursue posthumous posthumous titles.

The ripples of Jinghu Lake, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, wet the clothes, and the breeze and water moisten the heart, making people cool down from the inside to the outside.

This place is very remote among the mountains, and there is no one there. The woman in black is holding a red umbrella and standing alone by the lake, but her figure cannot be reflected in the lake.

There was a simple grass pavilion outside the lake, Huaiwei was sitting in the pavilion, leaning against a wooden pillar, seemed to be asleep, Murong Ziying stood beside him, looking at him all the time.

The cheeks covered by bangs suddenly shattered and a few cracks appeared, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, only a drop of blood oozes out and slides down slowly.

Murong Ziying couldn't help but want to wipe the drop of blood, and as soon as she raised her hand, Huaiwei grabbed her.

"Don't touch it, it will hurt you." Huaiwei opened her eyes, and pulled Murong Ziying to sit beside her.

He wiped the blood from his face, put it between his lips and licked it away, and lowered his eyes and said: "I came here to find someone, no matter whether you find someone or not, don't follow me anymore."

Murong Ziying clasped his hand and said softly, "Okay."

Huai Wei was a little surprised, but didn't ask, just smiled, and approached: "You really like me."

Murong Ziying nodded, but looked away.

Huaiwei laughed aloud, facing a hundred-year-old fairy, he still treated him like a child, scratched the tip of his nose and said: "Little Murong, it is absolutely impossible for me to have any other feelings for you."

Murong Ziying said: "Because you have always refused, the temptation is so great, if you don't approach, there is nothing you can do."

"You're right." Huai Wei suddenly suppressed her smile, and leaned against the wooden pillar again, "What about you? You have cultivated a fairy body, knowing that you want to cut off the mortal world, but you are so indulgent in love."

His tone was more like scolding, the child who was dissatisfied with his favor let him down, but no matter how stubborn he was, Murong Ziying would no longer be a child.

Murong Ziying just said: "I have been holding the sword for a hundred years, to destroy the evil and strengthen the righteous, the way is what I want, and so are you."

Huai Wei didn't know what to say, he was a good talker, before Murong never refuted him, but when he refuted, he was calm and confident, which made him speechless for a while.

At a loss for words, Huai Wei stood up, took a few steps, and murmured: "It's really presumptuous..."

He seemed to be very angry, and walked into the rain. The misty rain fell on him, and immediately evaporated into white mist, covering his whole body like a cage of light veils.

Before dark, they arrived at a flower forest.

The rain has stopped, the sky is still overcast, Mu Zitong is still holding an umbrella, and follows Huaiwei far away, flowers and trees cover everything around, and the eye-catching red paper umbrella walks alone.

Among the flowers and trees is a stone temple, built since the end of the Warring States Period, and has stood here for more than a thousand years.

Standing under the eaves, Murong Ziying reached out her hand to touch the silk bronze bell hanging by the door, the clear voice spread, and a row of bells rang.He walked in, and there were four gods enshrined here, all carved in stone, he didn't recognize them, there were three men and one woman, but the woman was on the first right.

Going further inside, after passing a small courtyard, is the main hall, enshrining a huge statue of a god, which is actually made of bronze. 1000 years ago, bronze was more expensive than gold, and it was more difficult to forge. Only the royal family could cast this statue. In the troubled times of the Warring States Period, why bother to do this.

He turned his head to look at the corner of the hall, Huai Wei was sitting on the side, there was a cup of hot tea on the table in front of him, smelling fragrant, it seemed that the master had specially prepared it for him, but there was no one else here.

Murong Ziying didn't know the ancient characters of Chu State cast on the incense cauldron in front of the statue, but he could recognize who the statue was.

In the palace-like temple, a bronze statue more than three feet high stands in the center. It is elegant in shape, magnificent and beautiful, and its rust spots reveal the mystery of ancient times.The statue wears an emerald green crown, with flowing tassels and hair, a robe fluttering, and a battle armor covering the body. A pair of wings are about to fly, and a qin with dozens of strings is clasped in both hands. It penetrates the hearts of the people, like a phoenix emperor who is fighting fiercely.

The ancestor of Chu, Prince Changqin.

Qin destroyed the six kingdoms and unified the world.Before the war between Qin and Chu, Chu