[Comprehensive Master Ancient Sword] If the moon is finally bright

For the next few days, Xie Yi stayed in his residence in Jiangdu City, other than going out to search for spiritual objects, receiving chivalrous lists, and making Yanjia, he was very happy.When the date agreed with Ye Hai was reached, he would take the Yanjia bird that had been prepared a long time ago, go to the teahouse, and hand it over to him.When Ye Hai reappeared, he had lost his Taoist attire, brocade hat and sable fur, and a princely attire, which made the people who watched his jokes in the teahouse drop their jaws.

Xie Yi was not surprised by this, Ye Hai is such a person, even if he appeared in front of him pretending to be a beggar one day, it would not be surprising at all.And Xie Yi's calmness made Ye Hai look at him high.After coming and going, there is also a bit of friendship.

During this period, many well-connected people found out about his residence, and they came to visit day and night. Xie Yi was too disturbed, and worried that something might happen to Prince Changqin, they simply set up a maze in front of the door and disappeared in front of everyone.

At this time, Xie Yi walked around the city of Jiangdu, visited all the capable people and strangers nearby, collected all the spiritual flowers and grasses that could be obtained, and began to think about traveling again.But unfortunately, the prince Changqin blew cold wind that night, and he coughed continuously, Xie Yi went to the doctor to ask for medicine for him, and tossed for a long time.

When Prince Changqin was completely recovered, after a few autumn rains, the temperature dropped sharply, geese flew from north to south, and the pedestrians coming and going in Jiangdu City were already wrapped in thick jackets.

Ye Hai left a few days ago. He originally wanted to go north to Bilin Bay, but coming to Jiangdu City was just a temporary idea.Now that he had satisfied his curiosity, he went north again against the Guiyan coming from the south.Before leaving, he sent a letter to Xie Yi with the Yanjia bird, saying that there are tribes in southern Xinjiang who believe in the God of Nuwa, and they might as well get in touch.He also discovered information about the spirit flowers, spirit grasses and Vulcan Zhurong tribe that Xie Yi had been collecting.

Ye Hailai believed that the climate in southern Xinjiang is warm and humid, and the products are abundant. Whether it is spiritual flowers, spiritual grass, or spiritual mines, they are all produced in southern Xinjiang.Many things that have been excavated in the Central Plains still remain in southern Xinjiang.Regarding the Vulcan tribe, Ye Hai is not very sure. He traveled in southern Xinjiang and found flame symbols on some ancient ruins. After thousands of years, they still exude a very obvious scorching spiritual power.He wasn't sure if it was Zhu Rong's logo, so he asked Xie Yi to go and see it himself.

After Xie Yi received the letter, he determined several directions.One is Southern Xinjiang, because in the future that never happened, he used to live in Jingshui Lake for a long time, and there was a place suspected of being the Vulcan ruins, so he wanted to take a look.The second is the extremely cold north. In those places that are permanently frozen and covered with snow, the worship of fire is more likely to arise. The fire god may send down divine thoughts to bestow warmth on those tribes that survive in the ice and snow.

Although it is easy to feel awe of Vulcan in extremely hot places like deserts, but he came from the countries of the Western Regions and clearly knew that those countries originally worshiped Shennong, but after continuous evolution, ghosts and gods were everywhere, and gradually lost Faith in the ancient gods.In this way, there is no need to go to the West to work.

After receiving the letter, due to the cold weather, Xie Yi originally wanted to wait for this winter to pass, and then leave in the spring of next year, but Prince Changqin was in a hurry, thinking about Father God's news every day, so he had to pack his bags and prepare to leave.

The sky was high and the clouds were light and the autumn wind was refreshing. It was a clear autumn scene. Xie Yi took out his Yanjia chariot and quietly left the city with Prince Changqin.

"Thank you."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

"Where is it, your mind and soul are weak, and your body can't even be healthy. It's only natural for me to take care of you." Xie Yi sat on the edge of the Yanjia cart, with a Yanjia carved in his hand, his eyes were shining brightly, Indescribably agile and dazzling, Xiao Shuxuan is bright.

"Ha, then let's not talk about it." Prince Changqin was wrapped in fox fur, sitting in the car, raising the bamboo curtain of the window, looking indifferently at a ray of light clouds blown by the wind in the clear blue sky , "These days are really peaceful, so peaceful that I thought those difficult days were like a dream, and they never happened. I have been wanting to go to southern Xinjiang these days, and I really trouble you."

"It's strange to say that I wanted to go back so urgently before, but when I really set off, I was afraid to go back, for fear that it would be nothing."

"There was no one there. Ye Hai told me that it was originally a ruins, and there were no people at all. Besides, I can't be sure whether it is the place where the tribe that believed in Lord Vulcan once lived, and what it is like." , I have to go there to talk about it. Even Lord Vulcan’s tribe has moved away now, and we have to search carefully for where it went. Just treat it as nothing.”

"Too."

The two walked and chatted all the way, opening roads when they met mountains, and building bridges when they met water.Qingqiu has fallen, the white dew has turned into frost, and the forests in the mountains are all dyed. Pieces of golden fans fall with the wind, covering the entire mountain road, and dyeing the entire mountain road golden.

The chirping of birds in the forest is melodious, and the petite figure of an unknown bird flashes from time to time at the bottom of the leaves.Autumn and winter are approaching, and the creatures in the mountains are busy storing food for the winter. Even the demon spirits who have successfully cultivated are still holding the fruits in their hands tightly when their wheels are rolling by.

Whenever night falls, there is a sound of insects in the surrounding fields, the sky is like a cover, and the stars are hanging down the mountains and fields, as if they can be picked off by reaching out.Xie Yi unfolded the Yanjia chariot to form a temporary residence, and set up many barriers around it as a protection.Prince Changqin lies high in it, naturally safe and sound.

After dinner, Xie Yi took off the white clothes he usually wore, revealing a dark outfit, like a mighty falcon, tossing and turning among the peaks, flying in the air, swiftly and deftly picking off the leaves grown on the cliffs. Exotic flowers and plants, dug out the Lingyu Ling mine hidden deep underground.

When the morning light was faint and the first ray of purple air rose from the morning sun, he returned to the station with a full harvest as if nothing had happened, and took care of everything.

Just stop and go like this, before you know it, it has been nearly a year.The climate in southern Xinjiang is warm and humid, which is warmer than the wet and cold area around the Yangtze River.Even so, there was also a thin snow in the mountains.

In an instant, the heaven and the earth became pure, and all directions were covered with silver, and the chilling aura came spontaneously.The full fruits of autumn have fallen, leaving only dead branches covered with a layer of frost and snow, shivering in the cold wind.

The wheels rolled through the thin snow with a small crackling sound.Xie Yi drove up from the mountain road in a Yanjia chariot, and saw a brightly lit mountain village in the distance.

Langde village is in the midst of the annual festival. The whole village gathers together, lays out sacrifices, lights a bonfire, dances and sings all night long, and prays to the unattainable will of God for a good harvest in the coming year.

"Do you want to go down?" Xie Yi asked the prince Changqin who was looking at the cottage.

"No. I just remembered that the tribe of the Father God used to offer sacrifices in this way." Prince Changqin replied softly.At that time, he was transformed into a fairy not long ago, and he was very quiet, and Zhu Rong had a cheerful personality. Seeing him staying in one place without moving, he inevitably found something for him to do.

At that time, God the Father pulled him and turned him into an ordinary person. He just walked into the crowd, chanted prayers and danced vigorously and desolately along with them. None of these people found that the god they worshiped among them.The fire light reflected on Father God's face, and a ball of flame seemed to be ignited in his eyes. He suddenly understood why Father God came among those powerless people.

Time is like passing water, and thousands of years have flowed away in a flash. He was knocked down from the sky high above the world, and left alone in the gap of time, and those ancient human races that once spread all over the earth did not know where they were washed away.

Xie Yi was silent, and Lie Shanbu had offered sacrifices like this again and again.It's just that it was just self-entertainment under despair, so that these prisoners could get some faint laughter. Everyone knew in their hearts that God Shen Nong would not come back again.What Langdezhai has is the vitality and vitality that Lie Shanbu has never had before.

And when Lie Shanbu came back to life, he left Liuyue City for some reason, except for that carnival, he was unable to participate in the subsequent celebrations.

Xie Yi stared at these people on the mountain, looking at the moving heads underground, a trace of guilt and regret surged up in his heart, and he was even more grateful.

At least, there is no need to erect a "worry-free tree" in Langde village, and the villagers don't have to kill each other, causing corpses to litter the ground.The child named Baye in the village did not have to leave his mother.No one will deceive his mother day after day with illusions, and let the woman who lost her husband and son die day after day until the end of her life.

Not to mention... because Yan Jia made a mistake and killed Yu Feng.

"Let's go then."

The wheels rolled by, heading towards the place Xie Yi had long wanted.

Not long after passing Langdezhai, there is a lake covering a wide area.The winter snow had just passed, and there was a lot of half-melted white snow piled up by the lake, and there were many wild animals passing by the lake, leaving gray and black footprints on it.

Xie Yi stopped in his tracks, looking at a faint shadow in the center of the water and sky.

He is both familiar and unfamiliar with Jingshui Lake. In a future that will never be reached, he once built this spacious and lonely residence with his own hands.He admired the moon in the courtyard countless times, staring at the changing moon, and also looking at the faint red shadow in northern Xinjiang, deeply missing his hometown that he could never return to, and his master who was tragically betrayed by him.

However, not long after he moved in, he broke his halberd and donated poison, and was brought back to Liuyue City by Shen Ye.And Yan Jia, who inherited his will, lived here for a hundred years.

Over the past hundred years, he has been faithfully following his wish to disappear from the world and live in seclusion. Apart from sorting out Yanshu classics, he is developing Yanjia with peace of mind.If it wasn't for that frivolous young man who barged in recklessly, he might have lived here until his old age.

Every plant and tree here, every side and every corner, he was familiar with like lines on the palm of his hand, he couldn't be more familiar with it.

Prince Changqin saw Xie Yi's expression was different, and poked him, Xie Yi came back to his senses, and smiled apologetically at him.

"Sorry, just now I was thinking about how to build a house here, and I was immersed in it for a while."

He wants to build a mansion on the small island in the middle of the lake, a mansion bigger and more beautiful than before.

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