Days and nights of the Raiders of Peerless Beauty

The death of the Empress of the Northern Zhou Dynasty quickly became a mysterious and divine legend in terms of the world.

Some people even suggested that the empress should send troops to attack Yemoluo, and was severely punished by the Naked Mother Goddess. What's more, it is rumored that outside the tomb of the empress, all the 99 stone sculptures guarding the empress have their heads removed, regardless of their origin.

"crunch..."

The gate of the underground palace, which had been covered in dust for a long time, was slowly pushed open, the damp and corrupt atmosphere collided violently with the fresh air, and the mixed wind wave whirled slightly, swirling a little dust towards the face.

All the palace guards and guards outside the door covered their mouths and noses.

When the dust settled, there were first a dozen palace people carrying sticks and knives, groping the winding corridors of the underground palace, and lighting the Changxin palace lanterns on the wall carefully along the way.

Guangming finally jumped to the center of the underground palace slowly at a tentative speed.

The entire underground palace was brightened.

Sixteen strong military guards, carrying a luxurious and extravagant golden throne, walked in the depths of the phoenix-like brilliant and flickering light.

After searching around, the spies in front turned back and bowed to the young emperor and said, "Your Majesty, we found a huge Thunder Matrix."

The golden throne is covered with long and thick black hair, hanging down from the delicate feathers, like a waterfall shining from sparks, and in the center of the brilliance is a slightly wild knife-carved facial features.

People in the old palace used to say that the new emperor is the most similar to the Zhenyuan emperor in appearance, but in some angles it fits the strict and indifferent characteristics of the female emperor, so the natural kingly demeanor is revealed from the appearance.

Some people also said that before the new emperor came to the throne, he must have been stupid when he woke up after sleeping for eight years. However, those who saw him for the first time would definitely be deeply shocked by the sudden brilliance in the new emperor's eyes.

No one's eyes are more full of arrogance, flashing evil thoughts, and naked desires than Xindi's eyes.

Dongfo raised his index finger slightly.

Immediately, the sixteen strong men held the new emperor's throne aloft, walking fast and steadily, and headed straight to the center of the magic circle hidden deep in the underground palace.

Some people have already begun to clean up the dust and dilapidated debris, like figuring out which animal internal organs are edible and which are not, digging out the details.

A large number of ancient books are stored on the bookshelf in a corner of the underground palace. The yellowed paper pages are as thin and brittle as cicada clothes, and the most mysterious or evil words and symbols from the eight directions and ten countries are recorded on them.

Looking at the arrangement of the matrix, it is also very strange. It is not like the usual method of seeking Taoism and immortality in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, but an even more sinister symbol. It looks like a broken eyeball from a height.

The Thunder Matrix is ​​made of special iron stone that is easy to attract electricity. The 24 algae pillars emit a dark black metallic luster, like giants rising from the ground in the underground palace.

Whenever there is a thunderstorm night, the vast sky thunder will be introduced into the thunder matrix of the underground palace by the twelve thunder-guiding pillars in the main hall on the ground, and then poured into various strange instruments by 24 algae pillars.

The design is so exquisite that it cannot be described in just a few words. It must take twenty years to succeed.

Someone dug out a dusty notebook from the corner between the bookshelf and the wall. In the panic, because they couldn't destroy it all, a few pages were left behind.

He presented this important discovery to Xinti with both hands.

Without lighting, Xindi's eyes have long been familiar with the darkness, and he can almost see everything that others cannot see.

Dongfo carefully studied the remaining words and phrases, and then added his own imagination and understanding. It is said that Emperor Zhenyuan wholeheartedly pursued the Tao, wanted to live forever, and wanted to refine the elixir of immortality.

The Yemoluo people who smuggled in from Qiyemoluo are proficient in illusion, so Emperor Zhenyuan was thinking about whether he could use the illusion to make himself a god.

After doing countless experiments, one was finally successful, but there was no news of the person who sent it, and the world disappeared, and Emperor Zhenyuan was seriously ill.

Dong Foyue understood, he clenched his hands, and turned those few pages of torn waste paper into scraps of paper.

God was kind to him, and let him discover this good place.

The new emperor twitched his fingers slightly, "Gather the smartest guys in the entire Northern Zhou Dynasty here, and I want to restart the Thunder Matrix."

ten years……

20...

50...

No matter how many years it takes, he must, must, must enter that realm again to get back what he lost.

Dongfo secretly pinched his recalcitrant legs.

Just when he returned with the wind and was about to escape from the cage that had besieged him for eight years, his eyes were full of hope and joy, Qi Jiu's thin knife cut off his legs straight away, and the thin knife contained great power. The strength made it too late for him to pull back his broken leg, and he woke up in the palace instantly.

His dignity and both legs remained in that damned world.

he hates

He just hates it!

He has always had revenge, Jurona Ye, he will definitely go back and wash that damned world with blood!

Get his legs back!!

An extremely terrifying atmosphere suddenly appeared around the new emperor, causing everyone to kneel down one after another.

Wu Wei, who was carrying the throne, carried the new emperor out of the underground palace, and the gloomy and depressed mood of the Eastern Buddha saw the sunshine, and gradually improved a little bit.

After all, he can be kissed by the sun forever, while Jurona Ye can only be trapped in the dark abyss forever.

Compared with this, his bad mood seemed to be three points better.

In the depths of the palace, there was a girl's joyful laughter immediately.

The eunuch who was following the new emperor's seat hurriedly bowed his waist and smiled apologetically, walked over to criticize whoever laughed just now, and sewed that so-and-so's mouth shut.

The girls immediately changed their colors, their pale little faces were about to cry, and the begging voices made Dongfo feel more comfortable.

This is how damn sweet power is.

He ordered Wuwei to move the throne. Several women in strange clothes knelt on the ground and trembled. The executioner held a long needle in his hand and was about to stab a foreign woman's mouth.

The eunuch said to the new emperor in a low voice, "It's all from Yemoluo who paid tribute. Foreigners have no rules and disturb your majesty's leisure."

Dongfo's good mood was immediately wiped out, and he couldn't help saying, "You dare to put the people sent by Ye Moluo by my side."

The eunuch immediately understood, and gestured to the executioner's neck, his eyes indicating that he could drag it down and deal with it.

A group of women cried and were dragged away by their hair. One of them struggled and staggered at Dongfo's feet, calling out, "Your Majesty, spare me! Spare me!"

Her raised face was covered with snot and tears, and she described it as extremely distressed, but after her eyes were filled with tears, it was better than a pair of amber teacups filled with fine nectar.

She clings tightly to the beam under the throne, like a dying drowner, foolishly grabbing the last straw.

This act of asking for help actually made Dongfo feel happy.

Dongfo stared at her eyes, waved away the palace guard and eunuch who came forward to tear the girl, and asked with a half-smile, "What's your name?"

"Nanda..." Yemoluo's woman cried, "My name is Nanda."

Dongfo seemed dissatisfied, whispered something to his confidant eunuch, and then said to the woman kneeling on the ground, "No, you are called little bastard."

Nanda stopped crying suddenly, opened and closed her trembling lips, and looked at the condescending emperor in disbelief.

The sun was shining, and the handsome facial features of the young king seemed to be finely crafted by the shadows, with a vicious and indifferent look, only the moment he looked at himself, there was a slight joy.

But it was as pleasant and fierce as dismembering a person, with thin eyes, cutting off some of his organs layer by layer.

A cold chill suddenly appeared on Nanda's back.

The confidant eunuch ordered a military guard to carry Nanda away and sent him to a newly built palace in the palace, where the people were carefully raised like rabbits.

Either because of the ears, or the mouth, or the feet...

The Golden Eagle Throne continued to walk, Dongfo lay on it, his long black hair was like a satin quilt, loosely covering his incomplete body.

In the bleakness of early autumn, the majestic palace rose higher and higher into the clouds. Dongfo lay lazily on his side, clearly feeling the overlapping and alternation of shadow lines and light spots all over his body, and the temperature was just right.

He hated his mother, but he was most like her in his bones, blood vessels, and body language.

He also hated Curona Ye, but in his bones, blood vessels, and body language, he was the most swaying.

If one day, when he can see him again, he will definitely tell that Ye Moluo fool majestically.

The best illusion in the world is already in his hands, and that is the supreme right.

"Her life was saved because she had eyes like yours."

Dongfo suddenly thought so in his heart.

I hope that everyone I hate is like you, with similar eyebrows and eyes, and the same smile.

Maybe one day, he will be able to piece together the most complete version of him.

……

"Great Zen... Great Zen... you wake up..."

Someone lifted the thick cloth covered with dust from his face.

There were lead beads in Jurona Ye's eyelids, and the pain was heavy, and iron needles were driven into his bones, which was painful and sore. He seemed to have suffered a baptism of heart and soul, and even his breathing became heavy and weak .

But he must have opened his eyes.

There is no sky, and the ground seems to swallow everything arrogantly, like wriggling in the belly of a monster. The thick clouds begin to move in all directions, and the large and small sand dunes are pushed by powerful forces. The wind and sand are raging gradually. In the middle of the scorching sun, it was full of anger, and it was beaten heavily among everything.

It is everything, but it is only Jurona Ye and his remaining believers.

There is also a boundless sea of ​​sand.

The believer handed over a wooden staff, and dug Curona Ye out of the half of the sandpit where he was hiding, and urged in a dry voice, "The sandstorm is over, cough cough... we have to find a place quickly, cough Ahem... the sun is about to rise..."

Jurona Ye held a wooden stick, dragged each other with the believers, climbed over several low hills, and rolled behind a new-born sand beam.

There was a slit of shadow left there, enough for two tiny lives to escape the most intense exposure under the scorching sun.

The two survivors breathed the turbid air violently, Jurona Ye coughed uncontrollably, and a ball of fire rushed through his internal organs.

The other case was even more serious, and the sound of coughing was like coughing up blood.

In the hinterland of the desert, not to mention eating and drinking, even breathing is extremely painful, not to mention the long burning of the sun and the attacks of desert beasts at night.

The night of Jurona is relatively safe.

However, among the three thousand disciples who followed, only the one in front of him is still with Qizong Dazen, and he is also the most tenacious and unyielding one among all of them.

His clothes were already in tatters, his bare skin was tanned and rosy, and the place where the skin faded was so itchy that he had already scratched it to the brim with blood, and the places that were difficult to cover the scars were covered with yellow blood mixed with blood. pus.

Curona Ye used an extinguished wooden stick to scald and disinfect his wounds one by one, but there were too many things to do, so he had to let his whole body go from whole to scarred.

Even so, this believer still insisted on carrying thirty sheepskin water bladders taken from his dead companions, in case he could carry more water when he encountered a desert oasis.

Today, thirty water sacs are like starved corpses, hanging limply and weakly on the believers, like white banners announcing death.

They have been without water for too long, too long, too long.

If you can't get out of the desert, or find a desert oasis.

Waiting for death is an extremely tormenting process. You clearly know the final outcome, but you don't know how long the period is because of the torment.

Neither of them spoke, and each thought that the other was taking a rest. After all, traveling at night would make them happier, and they would be prepared for emergencies by recharging their energy.

Jurona Ye stared silently at this terrifying environment that swallowed countless fresh lives. His dry fingers habitually clenched his chest. Since he was born, he wore a gold dental model around his neck to accompany him. Let him go through the ups and downs and twists and turns of every period of life.

Until now, living with him in the desert.

Jurona Ye repeatedly stroked the object in her palm, trying her best to clear out the messy thoughts in her mind.

Stillness is the best refuge.

The night in the desert is always very quiet, the sun plunges into the horizon as if exhausted, and the scattered stars take advantage of the situation to occupy the night.

"Ibuki, don't go, Yibuki, don't go!"

Jurona woke up from a dream at night and turned over. He seemed to be still calling an unfamiliar name, his heart was still tormenting in a frying pan, and his face was covered with precious tears.

Who does this name belong to, and why does it always haunt his dreams?

Curona Ye slowly clutched his heart, trying his best to recover from the painful tugging, and then lightly pushed the believers around him, it's time for us to leave.

The other person's body seemed to be trembling slightly, especially after being touched by him, it seemed to be curled up into a small ball, and the heavy breathing was panting back and forth between the lips and nose.

Jurona Ye hastily put his hand on the forehead of the other party.

It was so hot, as if the sun had not set, but penetrated into this person's brain.

Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lifelike people had already sacrificed their lives in various ways in front of him, so his heart was immediately filled with an ominous premonition.

Jurona Ye took off his clothes and wrapped them tightly around his trembling body, searching and searching with both hands, trying to find a trace of water in a certain water bag.

It's a pity that thirty wishes have all come to nothing.

The disciple was probably looking back, and pressed Curona Ye's hand, as if he had spent a lifetime of long-cherished wishes, and begged sadly, "Da Chan, I want to see your phantom seal."

In his right palm is a phantom mark of the night polar bird, the gloomy blue light emitted at this moment is like a spiritual lamp on the ground.

Jurona Ye spread out his palms, and the three-eyed ring wheel seal seemed to feel the Lige of Ye Jibird, who was exhausted, and couldn't help releasing a dazzling sharp edge, and even his withered cheeks blended with some rosy light.

The believer held his palm and kissed him reverently: If it is the Goddess who breaks the devil and is naked, I would like to dedicate my soul and turn it into a lamp to guide me to cross the desert and reach the other shore.

Although he didn't say anything, Jurona Ye knew.

Although they didn't say anything, Jurona Ye knew everything.

Even though the desert is terrifying, it can wash away all lead and hypocrisy, just like his illusion is so superb that the whole country worships him like a god, but after being washed away by wind and sand.

All illusions will only be revealed in their original form, and there will be no place to hide.

Jurona Ye hated himself more than once, if he hadn't been born with phantom eyes in the palm of his hand, if he was just a beggar wandering on the streets of Yemoluo, if he hadn't been jealous and hated by King Yemoluo...

Everything will only get better.

It was him who made everything so bad.

The dying believer seemed to understand his heart, grasping his hand with his phantom seal, rolling his throat with difficulty, trying to use up the last afterglow of his life to speak clearly every last word.

"God will not give you a kind of power for no reason. If it is useless, he will naturally take it away and never leave it; A certain country, or a certain ethnic group, or a certain person."

Then, using the most obvious illusion, he conjured a sharp knife in the palm of Jurona Ye and himself, "Don't let my blood freeze in this abandoned body, it should be the source of your life." .”

"Get out, get out, get out of the wind and sand, get out of your confinement, and grab the first thing you really want!"

A knife stabbed fiercely in the heart, and a fine hole was formed in the handle of the knife, slowly injecting the galloping blood into the sheepskin water bag.

A blue star rose in the sky.

Jurona Ye became alone.

And soon he turned into a real walking dead, only know to go, go, never rest.

Over time, the desert became his friend.

Sometimes the desert was kind to him, roasting the skin off his back and between his arms, forcing him to start scorching his rotten flesh with fire, and sending him rotting gerbils or lizards and scorpions to feast on.

Sometimes the desert was rude to him, overturning the towering sand mounds, raising storms that flooded the sky, throwing down the slender Jurona night, the lonely boat in the rain, and the mountain The night of Jurona on the top of the snow lotus.

Tossed to the ground over and over again, swallowed into the stomach.

Outrageous, brutal, merciless!

Curona Ye began to talk non-stop to the wooden stick in his hand.

who I am.

Where am I.

When will I get to the end.

I'll give you a name, okay?

I can illusion.

And you.

I can turn you into a human being, believe it or not.

Kemojiu's Kemojiu...

Kemojiu's Kemojiu...

He started to be crazy, stupid, demented, and crazy.

He seemed to fall down and never get up again, but when night came, he could always find the direction of the stars in the vast night sky.

For a long time, the east is white, and the clouds are scattered and bright.

The color of the desert began to fade, it was no longer so scorching and hot, and the dry air became moist and sweet. When rushing towards the face, every pore of a person stretched out, exhaling and inhaling, Jurona Ye The nose that has been out of order for a long time seems to smell something different.

It is the fragrance of oranges.

This fragrance immediately outlined a faint line in the sacred place of Jurona Ye's mind.

No, no, no, the yellow sea is just sleeping, and more raging torture may still be behind.

Yet his legs had begun to trot involuntarily, if that was running.

He was literally running, running, running.

Until a different color finally appeared in his vision.

Green, lush, and full of fragrance, it is an orange tree!

Someone planted a lot of orange trees on the edge of the desert. It may have taken more than ten years or more. Firmly coiled in place to germinate, bloom, bear fruit, and luxuriantly branch and leafy, forming a rich green to guide the way.

Jurona Ye was not in a hurry to eat the oranges, and his heart was shaking so badly that it wasn't because of running.

An uncontrollable emotion boiled in his thin chest.

He was looking for a place.

He was looking for a group.

He was looking for... a person.

The breeze blows through the bushes, no longer arrogant, no longer raging, every green leaf tip gently caresses each other, making a pleasant rustling sound, the rich orange fragrance is playing in the wind, among the tall bushes, more and more There are more and more orange fruits hanging on the branches, and they are tightly clustered together, like bright lanterns, hanging on the eaves of thousands of households, illuminating the way home.

At the end of the orange, yellow, orange and green stands a man in fluttering red clothes. He holds a paper umbrella that is too damaged to be repaired in his palm, but he still looks up into the distance.It seemed like a long time, desertedly waiting for someone.

And the broken paper umbrella covered the face of the man in red. It was just like the soft mist rising from a river of spring water, covering the most beautiful scenery.

Not as good as the whole picture, but beautiful.

Jurona Ye pulled the teeth on his neck and held the wooden staff in his arms. God knows how stupid he looks, and God knows how stupid his behavior is.

But he leaned on it so straight, as if he had found refuge.

"I've been waiting for you for a long, long time, Ajiu." The person behind the umbrella spoke a little vaguely, but it was still easy to hear and intoxicating.

Curona Ye slowly turned his head, and the sand flowed from his dusty and tattered room, "Do you know who I am?"

"You are Qi Jiu."

"then who are you?"

"I'm Shangguan Yibuki."

Qi Jiu carefully pulled the umbrella in the opponent's hand, "What's wrong with you, is it a toothache?" If necessary, he could just give him a set of teeth.

"I don't have a toothache, but I'm too ashamed to see you." Shangguan Yichuan struggled for a long time.

In case Ajiu sees that his face is not beautiful, will she miss him.

In case Ajiu sees that his face is ruined, will he stop chasing behind him and follow him foolishly.

He lost the peerless beauty that attracted him, would Ajiu completely forget his existence.

When he destroyed it with his own hands, he didn't know that he would be so worried at this moment.

Shangguan Yichuan slowly closed the Leixun umbrella, revealing his half-destroyed face, he didn't know what expression he should use to meet him in the end.

In the end Qing smiled and said, "Julona Ye, I just want to come back and tell you, the 560th time, don't always stick in my heart, never go up or down, never let go."

"This time, we have a good time together."

Half of his face is stunning, half is scarred, just like half is flame, half is sea water.

But blended together, full of infatuation and affection.

Grab the first thing you want most, and hold on, tight.

Qi Jiu's deathly expression suddenly became alive, and tears filled his eyes that had been dry for a long time.

He didn't know how happy he looked at the moment, and he didn't know how impatient he looked.

All he knew was to rush forward and embrace the man in red clothes fluttering in front of him as if penetrating his skin and bone marrow, and kept saying, "Gift of the goddess of breaking the devil and naked, you are my god, the eternal god." Never again Leave and never forget again.

Forever together, together.

Shangguan Ibuki also made the same move.

Heavy and heavy, he picked up the crisp and light treasure in front of him.

Three thousand orange trees held high the orange lights in the dark, bowed their knees devoutly, and greeted them with brilliance.

Let everything change, go back to the source, and open up a new life journey.

For the rest of my life, I would like to be the dust under your feet, I would like to climb the frost on your temples, I would like to wipe away the fog on your Meishan Mountain, I would like to chase the clouds and moons for eight hundred miles, and I would like to hold your lonely shadow on the ground.I would like to cross the spring breeze with you, lie on the autumn leaves, sweep away the loneliness of the city for you, and overlook the stars and sea.

Many years later, he suddenly asked him: Why are there always oranges, do you love sour food so much?

Because, the orange represents...

reunion.

The author has something to say: Thank you everyone, the article is over, I believe that Qi Jiu and Shangguan Yiqiu will start a happy life journey with three thousand believers in the spiritual fantasy, let's meet again in the next book!

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