[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

"Great Tang?!" Xun Fang's eyes lit up. This dreamy country made her look forward to it very much. Speaking from the mouths of the people around her, it seemed that she was much closer.

She had only heard of such a country in bits and pieces, but it was like a dream, with the most beautiful palace, the most knowledgeable subjects, the busiest market, the most interesting things, the best and the best, as if everything there was the best in the world. the best.

Seeing this, Huai Wei covered her lips with a smile, and further said: "Whether it is the way of governing the country, the strategy of military campaigns, martial arts or medical skills, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, or even raising flowers for joy, as long as it is what you want to learn, I can teach you."

Master and apprentice, once a master and apprentice, will always be a master and apprentice.Xun Fang finally shook her head, the kingdom in the dream was not as good as the person in front of her.

On the day when Princess Penglai conceived Ji, the entire Xiandao was filled with joy, just like the coronation ceremony of the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, needless to say, this grand occasion.

Huaiwei's white clothes have never changed in the past two years, it seems that it is really made of ice and snow and cannot change its color.Gong Li prepared a set of clothes for Huai Wei and sent them over, the hairband was not missing either.

The clothes were of the same style as Huaiwei's, but the color was bright red, with auspicious animals, flowers and birds embroidered with gold thread, gorgeous and dignified.

People in Penglai have a long lifespan. The king is a handsome young man, but he is nearly two hundred years old. At the banquet, he and the queen sat at the head of the banquet, and arranged Huaiwei in front of him.

Xun Fang was sitting with full makeup, bright and charming, she looked at Huai Wei with her watery eyes, saw that he was only eating and drinking with his head down, without lifting his eyelids, curled his lips, went up to whisper a few words to the queen, and kept his head down after returning.

The queen and the king said a few more words, then turned to Huaiwei with a smile, and was even more happy to see him dressed in red like fire, with white hair falling like silver, and his demeanor was elegant and dignified: "Although Mr. , it should be congratulations, I heard that your piano skills are superb, it is better to play a song."

Only then did Huai Wei raise his head, as if he didn't know what happened, his expression was a little dazed, his lips were full of oil, shining under the lamplight.To be dragged away from the enjoyment of good food is a real disappointment.

This cute appearance made many people laugh, including Huaiwei himself.

Huai Wei got up and came forward, bowed and said with a smile: "The beautiful woman frowns and smiles, and the spring flowers are ashamed and the moon is ashamed. I am afraid that the public will lose my composure, so I dare not look at it too much, so I congratulate the princess with a song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" Licheng."

The queen covered her lips and smiled straight, laughing so that Zhucui Luoyi trembled, said: "Mr. is really good at talking. Fortunately, Fang'er hid him in the palace. Otherwise, all the girls in my country would be fascinated."

The king on the side was just watching the play, looking at this and that, and didn't bother to say a word.

The qin case has been set up, the lyre is also on the case, Huai Wei made another salute, took a seat, buckled the strings, and played the sound.

The phoenix is ​​the king of all birds. Any melody in Huaiwei's hands can be called a call. , The birds in the hall are flying happily, singing like bells.

Everyone in the hall was startled and stood up, shouting continuously, pointing back at the birds, opening their mouths but unable to speak, everyone looked at the birds surrounding Huaiwei, they didn't know when the singing was over .

Only Xunfang kept staring at Huaiwei.It was the first time she saw this man in red, as if he had changed from falling snow to a cloud of blood in the sky, his downcast eyes were teasing the magpie on his shoulders, but there seemed to be disdain on his face.

"It's really a phoenix, good, good!" The queen suddenly clapped her hands and said, "Do you have a marriage, sir?"

Huaiwei glanced at Xunfang, lowered her eyes again, smiled slightly, but couldn't get up, said: "Not yet."

At this time, the king finally spoke, and the voice sounded like he was just waking up: "I want to betroth the princess to you, how about being my consort of Penglai?"

Only then did Huaiwei stand up leisurely, flicking her long sleeves, the birds in the hall were scattered in an instant.The smile in his eyes was even wider, and he didn't bother to hide the disdain on his face, he stroked the white hair on his chest, and said lightly: "I am the prince of the Tang Dynasty, how can I enter the Yi country?"

After finishing speaking, Huai Wei turned around and walked out of the hall step by step, her red clothes swaying.

He really didn't understand how such a child like Murong Ziying in the past and Xunfang now would think so much about him.

Murong Ziying used it for three lifetimes, a full hundred years, to grind away Huaiwei's heart. Now, his heart is completely in Murong Ziying's hands, and he can no longer give it to others.

No.60 times

The winter jasmine bloomed again, among the bones of the dead, desolate and poignant.

Murong Ziying has been waiting for this place for three years.

Outside the gate of the Demon Realm, there are piles of white bones and dead plants, and birds dare not fly close to them. Evil spirits linger and arouse people's evil desires. Don't think of yourself as a cultivator.

He didn't know why he became like this, and he recalled more than once that he was just a little greedy for that person's favor at the very beginning...

Just, a trace of delusion.A hundred years of pure cultivation, suppressing evil and becoming the Tao, once betrayed the teacher, willing to die for justice, once regarded the Tao as the sky, cared for the world without any distracting thoughts, once obsessed with the sword and did not think of other things, now, I have paid for it This delusion.

Murong Ziying slowly closed her eyes, now thinking of her former self, she only felt hazy and distant.He sat under a tree and wiped his sword. The bones under his feet piled into the depths of the forest, with no end in sight.

The white clothes and blue ribbons seem to be woven with ice silk, and the aura is as clear as the moon. Murong Ziying seems to be engulfed in the clear light, dispelling the black mist around her, and the light of the sword is like water.

A piece of rotten leaf fell on his shoulder, Murong Ziying looked at it in a blink of an eye, and her slender hand had already removed it for him.

Solanum nigrum threw away the rotten leaves, stood up, twisted its fingers lightly, the wide-sleeved blue dress flowed like water, and asked with a frown, "You've been here for three years, do you still have to wait?"

Murong Ziying caressed the phoenix scale on the tip of the sword, slightly bent her lips: "He knows I'm waiting for him."

Solanum nigrum tilted her head, and twisted her fingers even tighter: "It will damage your cultivation here, every time I persuade you, you refuse."

"It's nothing serious." Murong Ziying put away her sword, stood up and looked at her, "I said I would stay with him until the end, as long as I get closer to him, he will feel at ease."

In this deep forest without sunlight, yellow winter jasmine flowers are actually blooming, squeezed out from between the skeletons, and the bright yellow clusters are clustered together, which is magnificent and beautiful.

Perhaps the Demon Realm is just an ordinary but different place.

Murong Ziying looked at the yellow flowers that seemed to cover the world, fell into the mysterious and fragile beauty, and said softly and carefully: "He is really lonely, and his life is lonely. He watches the people around him die one after another in every life, and then Waiting for the pain of crossing the soul alone again and again, finding someone to accompany me is already my greatest wish."

Solanum nigrumi said strangely: "But after I saw him, I saw that he always rejected you, as if..." She paused, lowered her head, and muttered softly, "It seems to be annoying you."

"No." Murong Ziying smiled instead, "In fact, he really wants me to accompany him, but he is a junior or a disciple, so he dotes on me, even he can't control himself, it's just..."

"He discovered my thoughts earlier than me, and he was a little moody towards me. It was useless to reprimand him several times, and he didn't think I could stay with him for long, so he drove me away. When we meet again, you will be with me."

Murong Ziying looked at Solanum nigrum's ignorant appearance, and there was a smile in her eyes, but her words seemed to be talking to others: "He is really stubborn, he only wants to treat me as a child, and doesn't like me growing up, so he is so stubborn." It will be like that."

Solanum nigrum nodded, showing a look of enlightenment, she listened very seriously, but she didn't really understand the feelings in it, and she didn't understand why Murong Ziying knew other people's thoughts.

She just felt that Murong Ziying was too reticent on weekdays, maybe she just held back too many words and asked someone to confide her heart, so she had to cooperate.Thinking about it, he nodded silently.

Murong Ziying turned around at this time, lowered her head slightly shyly, and sighed softly: "I just like the feeling of being with him, and I don't want to... fall in love with him."

His voice seemed to be tinged with bitterness, but amidst the bitterness, it was cloyingly sweet, which made him smile again.

When I was immersed in it, soft footsteps suddenly sounded in the depths of the forest, getting closer and closer, as if walking from hell, Murong Ziying's eyes froze, and the sword was already in hand.

A red feathered arrow sank into the darkness in the distance, Solanum nigrum walked in front of Murong Ziying, her red clothes fluttered like jumping fire, her eyes were like fiery colored glass, fierce and passionate.

The person who came was a woman, graceful and elegant, like a peony, she was veiled, and she was walking slowly, as if walking leisurely.

The woman came closer, first gave a slight salute, then looked at Murong Ziying with a smile and said: "He is really a person with a clear mind, no wonder the heart of the Xihuang War God has been worn away by you."

Her eyes were full of smiles, but they were sharp enough to pierce people's hearts, ironic and pitiful.

As soon as Solanum nigrum moved, the longbow in her hand hit the woman in front of her eyes, but Murong Ziying grabbed her wrist and told her not to move rashly.

Murong Ziying turned to the woman and asked, "You are a demon, why are you in contact with His Highness?"

"When it comes to this matter, you will not be flexible." The woman's eyes are as gentle as water, as if she has become another person, "My name is Ruan Er, and she is the eldest princess of the Demon Realm. Although the prince Changqin is a god of the heavens, As long as it is beneficial to himself and the clan, he will not refuse."

Murong Ziying frowned and said, "You have a deal."

Ruan Er nodded, and suddenly she frowned tightly, looking at Murong Ziying's eyes full of regret, which made her heartbroken and helpless: "Can't you see that everything he does is to return to Prince Changqin, as long as he returns If you go to heaven, in order to prevent him from revenge due to hatred, his memory in the world will disappear. If you love him so hard and break the immortal cultivation, he