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

Xie Yi finally made the Yanjia ahead of time.Ling Yuan flew out of the cave first, her amber scales shining brightly in the morning light.

Ying Long lowered his body, allowing Xie Yi to step on its back, straddling it across the mountains.

The snow flakes on Buzhou Mountain are like knives, and they hit the body like projectiles.Xie Yi lit up the shield of Shunhua, surrounded by green brilliance, fending off the heavy snow.

"I'm about to go outside. I heard that the scenery outside is more different than Buzhou Mountain." Ling Yuan said suddenly.

"Maybe the outside world is even more exciting." Xie Yi replied in a low voice, staring at the snow peaks passing by one after another.Even he doesn't know what the outside world is like.Aside from the scenery he saw when roaming the land as the Immortal Si You in the ancient times, he spent almost the first half of his life as Xie Yi in Liuyue City, and he knew almost nothing about the lower realms.

After the catastrophe of the sky, the mountains and rivers have changed, and the living beings have become extinct. The memories we have in the past can't be used as a reference at all to give Ling Yuan some travel guidance.

Under the three mountains of yellow dust and clear water, the change of thousands of years is like a horse.

It's been too long, too long, exhaustingly long.

"You never left Buzhou Mountain?"

"Of course." Hearing Xie Yi's question, Ling Yuan chattered eagerly, "I grew up in the river below Buzhou Mountain since I was a child, and I never stepped out of Buzhou Mountain from Shuihu to Yinglong. My elders taught us that the outside world is very exciting, but it is also very dangerous. If you go out when you are not strong enough, you will easily fall, and the bones are made into magic weapons by those who cultivate immortals. So I want to wait until I become Yinglong before going out. Now I'm going outside."

While talking, Ling Yuan looked at Xie Yi's expression, hoping that he could chat with it for a while.The legends of Zhong Gu and Shi Kuang may have long since disappeared in the world, but they have been passed down by word of mouth among the Buzhou Mountains and the Dragon Clan.Maybe the priest on its back can calm down Zhonggu's irritable and surly mood just like Shi Kuang.

Ling Yuan carried him to swim in the wind and snow, occasionally chatting a few words, and quickly arrived at a mountain peak closest to Tianzhu.

"Goodbye, I hope to see you outside again." Ling Yuan said, darting towards the direction outside Buzhou Mountain.There may be an endless sea outside, or a vast plain, or you may be able to see thousands of miles of barren sand in the West Pole. For Ling Yuan, it is always unknown and full of temptation.

Xie Yi stood on the top of the mountain, facing the cold mountain wind and waved at it until its shadow was submerged in the mountains.

The bells and drums didn't come, he perched on the mountain closest to the Tianzhu, letting the wind blow cold his bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty.On the top of Buzhou Mountain in Leiyun Hengling, lightning flashes across and across, bursting out thousands of thunder and fire.

All we can do now is wait.Xie Yi hugged Yan Jia in his arms, found a sheltered place on the mountain and sat down, his robe was blown flying.

At this moment, the sky is twilight, with a little darkness of night.Flowers of the same color as ice and snow are blooming all over Buzhou Mountain, and little fluorescent lights rise from the delicate stamens, chasing the north wind and drifting around.The morning light and the night light overlap, forming a wonderful and dreamy beauty, as if the wind and snow in the sky are shining together.

Xie Yi inadvertently thought of Liuyue City. Except for the short spring and summer, Liuyue City is covered with snow for most of the year.Whenever the moon is on the middle sky, the sky and the earth are clear, and the Liuyue City in the night is also very beautiful.He would always make a jug of wine, go to the front of the court, and watch the cold lonely moon and a side of ice and snow pour himself a drink.

One day Master Shen Ye discovered this secret, so he took Master to watch the moon and taste wine together.It's a pity that Master doesn't like this too lonely and cold atmosphere very much. He appreciates the moment when the long night is coming to an end and the morning sun is about to rise, saying it has a better meaning.

It was the dawn time now, and he could finally understand the deeper meaning in Shen Ye's words.How much he expected that the Lieshan tribe could break through the shackles like this dawn, and usher in a free future.However, this is just an expectation, Fuxi's enchantment is still besieging Liuyue City.

Now he is at such a dawn, braving the wind and snow, anxiously waiting for a high god to judge the fate of him and the Lieshan tribe.

Xie Yi looked away from this wonderful scene, turned his head to look at the distant sky.In the area of ​​northern Xinjiang, every night, when you look up, you will see a blood-colored disc and the moon in the sky.

The light of clouds flew out from the surrounding Cangshan Mountains, and the bells and drums descended to the top of the mountain riding the whistling wind, cloud and lightning.

He did not manifest a gigantic body, but descended in human form.

"What are you looking at?" Zhonggu asked.

"I'm looking at my hometown."

home?In Zhong Gu's long career, he never had the concept of hometown, so he couldn't understand Xie Yi's feelings.However, Zhonggu vaguely thought that it was probably like the chatter between Shi Kuang and him when they played the piano, about funerals, marriages, harvesting, children running around in the tribe and old people basking in the sun.

"You are ahead of schedule." Zhong Gu said sharply.

"Yes, Lord Shenlong." Xie Yi replied, carefully hiding his uneasiness in a calm appearance, and took out a well-protected Yanjia from his arms.

The exquisite Yanjia is housed in a wooden box, inlaid with transparent lenses, and the spiritual power flows along the established veins, emitting a blue luster.

Zhonggu carefully held the Yanjia in his hand, and tilted his head to look at this delicate and fragile thing, for fear of accidentally crushing it.

"Lord Shenlong, if you do this, you will be able to record the scenery of Buzhou Mountain." Xie Yi reached out to take the Yanjia, and demonstrated to Zhonggu how to manipulate the Yanjia.

This Yanjia is extremely exquisite, but its appearance is simple and its operation is simple and easy.Xie Yi steadily picked it up and pointed it at the scenery below the mountain, and turned the mechanism on the Yanjia, only to hear a soft "click", and the wind and snow below the mountain were clearly reflected on it.

Zhong Gu couldn't wait to lean over to look at it, with a slight smile on his face.

The violent snow on Buzhou Mountain finally eased, and the perennial gloomy clouds broke through a ray of golden sunlight, like fine golden sands draped on the snow.The cloud around the bell and drum is a warm and pleasant golden red.

He remembered his wish.

Before he became Yinglong, he broke into the dragon's lair recklessly and stubbornly, hoping for the ultimate power to control time and divide day and night.He was suppressed by the violent spiritual power in the dragon's lair, bleeding profusely, dying, his father rescued him by tearing open the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain.

The entire Buzhou Mountain made a loud bang, as if the heavens and the earth were about to be shattered.

He was saved after all.

The dragon holding the candle should fall into a deep sleep due to excessive consumption of spiritual power. Before he had time to be happy for himself as Yinglong, the real catastrophe had come.

Pan Gu died.

The heaven and the earth will be closed together, and it will return to chaos.This benevolent and generous dragon god forcibly woke up from his deep sleep and pulled up the roots of Mount Buzhou——

The spiritual power of the ancient giant dragon filled the entire heaven and earth, and countless auspicious clouds gathered towards the source of light, and finally became a giant pillar rising from the ground to support the sky, forcibly separating the heaven and earth that were about to meet again. 【1】

The sky and the earth were clear again, and the bells and drums rose slowly, hovering beside his father, but this time the dragon with the candle fell into eternal sleep and never woke up again.

The warm breeze and gentle heat from thousands of years ago surrounded the bells and drums again as if across time.

No one knows why he broke into the dragon's lair so eagerly, wanting to become Yinglong.He is the son of Zhulong, and the thousands of years ago called Yinglong were just a blink of an eye, why didn't he even wait for such a moment.

The so-called dragon holding a candle, the world is bright according to its vision, and dark because of its brightness.Therefore, no matter how many distant epochs the dragon with a candle reaches, it cannot see the night scene.

Who could have imagined that Zhonggu rushing into the dragon's lair so impatiently, enduring the pain, and wanting to gain the power to regulate the sun and the moon, was just because of a small wish.

He just wanted the dragon holding the candle to see the scene in the dark with his own eyes—countless bluish-white spots of light would float from the reeds on both sides of the river, flashing on the dark water waves. Lit up the rippled river. 【2】

If he could wait a little longer, perhaps the Dragon Holding Candle would not have consumed too much spiritual power because of it, and when Pangu fell, he would not have fallen into an unknown sleep.At that time, the sun, the moon and the stars will run on their own, and the day and night will not need to be controlled by the candle dragon himself. Perhaps one day, he will have a way to allow the candle dragon to see the night scenery with his own eyes.

However, how many forks in fate, if you take a wrong step, you will never turn back.

The so-called wish is probably the impossible thing to realize.

Zhonggu looked at the scenery of Yanjia on Buzhou Mountain, and suddenly remembered the old things many years ago.Although Yanjia is good, after all, it can only record a part of the night, after all, it is not the real night.But my father will probably continue to sleep for countless years, and when my father wakes up, the Yanjia will probably be broken.

After all, it is nothing but a consolation in this long and hopeless wait.

"What's the name of this?"

"The crown of the sky." Xie Yi hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but said, "This Yanjia may still have the ability to manipulate dreams."

"Oh? There's still such power?" Zhonggu stretched out his hand and buried himself in fiddling with the crown of the sky, trying his best to hide the reddish corners of his eyes.

"Whenever it is like a dream, it may be effective to put it by your side. But I have never tried it, and I don't know if it will work."

Zhonggu was silent for a while, standing on the snow, the mountain wind blowing through his flaming hair, still raised his eyebrows resolutely:

"you win."

"Tell you my wish."

The big rock hanging in Xie Yi's heart finally fell to the ground, and he heard his voice trembling slightly on the top of the mountain:

"The Lieshan tribe lives on clean qi, but the turbid air of the earth is getting stronger. As a result, the people of the Lieshan tribe suffer from serious diseases and their life expectancy is shortened. Therefore, they ask the dragon to give them a solution to the physical condition of the people in the Lieshan tribe."

The young man with red hair and red armour raised his sharp-nailed hands, grasping something in the air, and something in the distance dragged a long comet tail into the air.A crystal-clear sphere floated in his hand, and a small dragon was looming, swimming back and forth among the beads.

"This is—" Xie Yi couldn't help blurting out.

"Take it and put it in your tribe, the clear air will contain the foul air, and you don't have to worry about the dirty air corroding your tribe." With a slight toss of the bell and drum, the crystal ball rolled into Xie Yi's arms .

"If it breaks, I'll come to you again." A golden rainbow flew up from Xie Yi's body, hovering over Zhonggu's fingertips.

Xie Yi's body collapsed and his outline was blurred, this is a sign that the soul will return to the body.

"Master Shenlong, Yanjia is just a tool for people, don't indulge in the momentary pleasure and be controlled by Yanjia."

Zhonggu jumped off the rock holding the crown of the sky, his expression was unclear.

"I know."

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