I see the snow

According to legend, thousands of years ago, Yunyan once helped a traveler who was looking for Crescent Rose in the dense forest of southern Xinjiang.In return, the traveler gave the Yunyan tribe the ability to psychic.

After the death of ordinary people, their souls will travel along the Yellow Spring, and in the end, every drop of water from the Yellow Spring will flow into the Endless Sea.Starting from Wujianhai, it belongs to Emperor Hades' territory.

The Yunyan people who have been granted privileges can reach the bank of the River of Forgetfulness as living people and see the barren hills of time on the opposite side.

At first, when the young man in black clothes gave the Yunyan tribe this psychic ability, it was because Yunyan was a small, backward and closed place, suffering from wars and bullying all year round.

"Then I will give you Yin soldiers and ghost generals."

The young man said: "In the endless sea, there are many resentful spirits who refuse to go to reincarnation. You invite them here and worship them well, and let them help Yunyan find a place to settle down in this troubled world."

The young man had a pitch-black cold jade finger wrench on his left thumb.

He took off the wrench, and randomly tapped it on the forehead of the Yunyan royal family who was kneeling in front of him——

Since then, Yunyan's strict clan and blood order has been established.

However, at that time, the young man might not have imagined that the special ability he gave Yunyan would make witchcraft prevail in Yunyan.Even driven by greed, sorcerers such as dark witches, blood descending heads, and Qingyang imps appeared, which backfired.

Until now, a thousand years later, Mu Ziling was born out of nowhere, raising tens of thousands of ghost soldiers and the snake king Azhu, unprecedented in the history of Yunyan, pushing the witchcraft to a new climax.

Even the most evil and bloody dark witch in the past has become a petty brawler in front of him.

It's just that even Mu Ziling himself doesn't know how long this leader of a hundred ghosts born out of pain and despair can feed the ghost soldiers with blood and lifespan.

When he suddenly vomited blood without warning in the outer court in the afternoon, Mu Ziling should have vaguely realized that this was a signal that his body was about to start to overdraw.

Mu Huai'an's death day is on October 26, Qin Yi half a month earlier, and ordered people to arrange affairs in the palace.The quarrel made Mu Ziling almost want to tear down the entire Liangcheng palace and rebuild it.

On the day of his death, Qin Yi personally went to the execution ground to oversee the execution. Looking over from Mu Ziling's Chengye Palace, he could see Qin Yi's shadow standing on the high platform.

He stood there all the time, watching the Taoist priests chanting and singing.He lowered his head slightly, as if he was silently remembering an old friend who died young in his memory.

Mu Huaian is the crown prince of Yunyan, and he is best friends with Qin Yi.

After the palace change, Mu Huai'an was defeated and was killed by Mu Ziling.When the news reached Qin Yi, he led Liang Cheng's [-] soldiers and horses, traveled thousands of miles to flatten Yunyan, and took Mu Ziling back to avenge Mu Huai'an.

Mu Ziling couldn't figure out how they became close friends.

Mu Huai'an stayed in the palace for a long time and never left Yunyan. Qin Yi visited Wulian Palace for the first time, and had a long talk with him until late at night, and his smiling eyes never left Mu Huai'an at the banquet.

... He should really like Mu Huai'an.

He liked Mu Ziling so much that he had the same face as him, and he loved and hated him, so he didn't kill him directly.

Mu Ziling stared at the figure on the dojo for a long time, his eyes flickered, and he couldn't see any joy or anger.

The ceremony was done in the middle of the night, but Qin Yi didn't move, and actually stood like that for a whole day.

After midnight, he drove to the Temple of Prayer and went to look at Mu Huai'an's memorial tablet for Sauvignon Blanc.

The palace servants served wine and put it on the small case in front of Qin Yi, and then they were all kicked out.Even the most personal eunuch can only guard outside the door, and only enter after hearing the summons.

Qin Yi poured himself a glass of wine, poured another glass for the empty seat opposite, and said softly without any particular emotion:

"Huian, we haven't seen each other for two years."

He clinked a drink with the opposite porcelain cup, raised his head and drank the whole glass of wine straightforwardly, and said with a smile:

"When you and I met that day, I never thought that my life would end in such a hurry. You never told me that you still have a younger brother. Otherwise, I will be on guard for you, and you will not It would be such a loss."

"When we first met, you were only eight or nine years old. I said don't be afraid anymore, live on, the world is dangerous, and I will protect you. I broke my promise."

Qin Yi took another drink as punishment.

The spirits flowed from his neck into the gold-patterned collar. Qin Yi choked slightly and coughed because he drank too quickly.

The silver moon was like a hook, and he quietly looked at the spiritual tablet in front of him.

The name of Mu Huai'an was written on the pitch-black wooden sign, it looked cold and lifeless, without a trace of that glamorous figure.

No matter how warm and beautiful the eyebrows and eyes are, they are all turned to ashes under the hands of death and time.

"I often want to kill Mu Ziling to avenge you, but I don't know why I can't do it."

Qin Yi said in a hoarse voice: "He reminds me of you. On the day we first met, you looked sideways and didn't speak, which is very similar to him sometimes. I...I keep his life, but sometimes I live to be tortured , It is more painful than killing him directly. Let me think again, think clearly, and kill him."

It's hard to say how comfortable it is to have cold wine in your stomach.

Qin Yi, however, drank one cup after another, emptying two whole jars by the moonlight.

He caressed a piece of white jade in his hand, which was carved with extremely delicate patterns, and it felt luscious and cold to the touch.

It looks like it has been taken out and rubbed in the hands countless times.

"Huian..."

Qin Yi gradually became drunk, and the white jade pendant also had a double shadow in his eyes.

Just as he was muttering Mu Huai'an's name, the wooden door creaked. Qin Yi wanted to reprimand him, but saw Dao's snow-white and slender shadow swaying in.

He was stunned for a moment, and it took him a full three or four seconds to realize that this was not Mu Huai'an's soul, but another sick shadow.

Qin Yi looked at the red snake wrapped around Mu Ziling's wrist, and said coldly:

"What are you doing here! Get out."

Mu Ziling didn't even look at him, he just swayed in front of the spiritual tablet, looked at Mu Huai'an's tablet, and said softly:

"I'll take a look at my booty - put incense on my good brother."

"...You, are not worthy to come in."

Qin Yi grabbed the wine glass, threw it at Mu Ziling's feet in a delirious manner, and said in a low voice, "I should kill you to pay for Huai'an's life."

Mu Ziling smiled back without fear, the red snake coiled on Mu Huai'an's spirit tablet, spitting out letters coldly.

"When will you kill me?"

Mu Ziling asked: "When you think about it, remember to tell me three days in advance, and I will choose a time you like."

"..."

Qin Yi had nothing to say, and cursed in a low voice, "Crazy."

It was cool at night, and Mu Ziling was the most unaffected by the cold.He walked across to Qin Yi - the seat originally reserved for Mu Huai'an, and poured himself a glass of wine casually to warm himself up.

However, the wine was much stronger than expected, and Mu Ziling felt a pungency in his throat, so hot that he couldn't help coughing.

My lungs felt like a burning pain, and when I coughed and coughed, I coughed up a fishy-sweet smell of rust, soaked into the snow-white towel, leaving a bright red mark.

Mu Ziling glanced at the bloodstain, his expression wasn't particularly surprised, he just threw it aside in annoyance.

"Go and dream."

While pouring the wine, he slowly said: "Even if I die of illness, I will not give you the chance to kill me to avenge Mu Huai'an."

Qin Yi's ears were buzzing, and he saw Mu Ziling raised his hand in the air, and the spiritual tablet placed on the incense stand floated up by itself, and floated over - a little ghost in red was holding it, but no one else could see it.

The little ghost ran over and fawned over to Mu Ziling.

Mu Ziling tapped it on the forehead casually, and praised casually: "Good boy."

The little ghost shrank back, looked very happy, and curled up in the corner, staring at Mu Ziling bewilderedly.

"Mumeng said you're not dead, huh?"

Mu Ziling was playing with the tablet, propping his head on one hand, admiring the three words of his brother's name written on the cold wooden tablet.

"Then you are out of luck."

He stroked the engraving on the tablet, smiled slightly and said: "...the second time I kill you, I will definitely use a more painful method than the first time."

Qin Yi heard what he was muttering, but didn't hear clearly.

The oil lamps in the hall are very dark, and the light and shadow are obscure and blurred.

The moonlight outside the court was faint, and a little cold shadow came in.

Mu Ziling turned his face sideways, his complexion was so pale that it was not normal, and because he had just coughed up blood, his lips looked unexpectedly red.

His chin is very sharp, which is exactly what people always call a "unlucky face". Every nod and eyebrow raise seems to be hooked on the tip of a person's heart.

Like a seductive, charming ghost visiting the moon.

Qin Yi was in a trance for a moment.

"lay down."

After a while, he gradually came back to his senses. Qin Yi collected himself and said in a hoarse voice, "Your hand is not qualified to touch his tablet!"

Mu Ziling didn't answer, but asked tauntingly: "When he was alive, he hated me, now that he's dead, isn't he more of a thing I'm rubbing round and flattening in my hands?—"

"puff."

Before the words fell to the ground, a glass of cold wine was splashed on Mu Ziling's face.

Qin Yi's face was slightly green, he stared at Mu Ziling depressedly, and said with restraint:

"Get out. I don't want to deal with you here today."

However, Mu Ziling closed his eyes, the wine wet his temples and clothes, and one or two drops of water still landed on his eyelashes.

Mu Ziling laughed lightly, and the water droplets trembled slightly, rolling down against his pale cheeks.

Mu Ziling opened his eyes, didn't look at Qin Yi, pursed his lips and suddenly slammed Mu Huaian's spirit seat out——

The wooden sign was smashed on the post, and sawdust flew, breaking a corner.

"--you!!!"

Qin Yi was almost out of his wits in shock, no matter what, he never thought that someone would do such a thing as smashing the spirit seat.

Immediately, he kicked over the wooden table, and the porcelain cup of wine splashed Mu Ziling all over, and he wanted to pick up Mu Huai'an's spiritual tablet.

However, if the tablet is broken, it is broken, and it is useless to pick it up again.

It will be Mu Huai'an's anniversary ceremony in a few days, and he just finished doing the ritual today, Qin Yi looked at the broken spiritual tablet in his hand, and his hands and feet were trembling with anger.

"you you……"

Qin Yi's eyes were blood red, and his brain was so angry that he couldn't think. He stared at Mu Ziling and nodded: "Okay, okay!"

"Come on!"

When he gave the order, the guards outside the door responded, and Mu Ziling stared at him coldly with a pair of phoenix eyes, with the attitude of "If you smash it, you smash it, and I don't think there is anything wrong with it".

Qin Yi picked up a long whip they offered, and was about to whip it at Mu Ziling——

However, Mu Ziling raised his hand to catch it, firmly grasping the other end of the whip, and the vermilion snake hissed on his pale wrist.

He looked up at Qin Yi with a smile on his face, and asked:

"Why, I killed Mu Huai'an with my ability, can't I smash his tablet with my ability today?"

"well said."

Qin Yi laughed back angrily, and said: "That Gu will let you loose your skin today with his ability! ——Being like this, even a dead person's spirit seat is not spared, it is really unbearable!"

Mu Ziling said, "Am I unbearable? I have something even more unbearable to say to you."

He turned his head to look at the spiritual seat that Qin Yi had repositioned on the incense stand, and said:

"Brother, my good brother, do you know what your friend Emperor Liang thinks about you—?"

"He kept saying that he was an absolute friend with you, but he used your younger brother as a stand-in, and turned the phoenix every night. You said that when he met you in the past, what kind of dirty thoughts did he have in his mind?"

"--To shut up!!"

Qin Yi was furious immediately, pulled back the whip, and slapped Mu Ziling hard!

Mu Ziling didn't expect him to strike so quickly, as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out of his left cheek in an instant, he was so numb and in pain that he couldn't feel it.

It was loud, and it took a lot of effort.

The whip marks ran across half of Mu Ziling's cheek, and even almost hurt his eyes.

Mu Ziling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to wipe the blood with his sleeve.

He looked at the blood on his sleeve, and it was clear that it was burning to the extreme, but he clenched his fists tightly and didn't say a word.

After a long time, he raised his eyes at Qin Yi, smiled very charmingly.softly said:

"Your Majesty, be careful with your whip. After you break this face, you can only rape corpses in the future."

"..."

Qin Yi felt that if he died young, Mu Ziling's mouth should be fully responsible.

He threw away the whip, took a deep breath, and went forward to grab Mu Ziling's collar.

Mu Ziling looked at him, struggling and smiling:

"Yes. Qin Yi, besides humiliating me in this way, what else can you do?"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Yi grabbed his hair and fell to the ground with a "boom".

"Look there."

Qin Yi turned his face away, forced Mu Ziling to look in the direction of the Lingtai, and then slapped Mu Ziling across the face.

Mu Ziling hummed lightly from the beating, and a thick layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Even if he dies, he will still be the prince respected by thousands of people in Yunyan."

Qin Yi suppressed Mu Ziling, and said in a hoarse voice: "But you, a despicable person who steals the country, only deserves to stay here."

He twisted Mu Ziling pointingly, and then the candle flame flickered and was extinguished by a sleeve embroidered with the dark pattern of a golden dragon.

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