I was stolen by a bird to be my wife

Halo: "..."

Halo: "..."

Ah Yun: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Suddenly remembering everything, the young chick jumped up from the ground.A pair of golden wings spread out behind her, and her long hair and eyes returned to golden and red.

But the next moment, the long blond hair tied into a ponytail was scattered, and at the same time, golden feathers fluttered away.

The blond hair was dyed black again from the ends, and the previously shining golden color gradually condensed into the bird-shaped golden crown on Dong Huang Tai's head.

He held a long golden feather in one hand, and a branch of Baiyuqiong flower in the other, and was wearing a gold silk gauze cloak. With a wave of his hand, he chanted loudly:

"Taiwei! Purple Palace!"

This is the spell Ah Yun used yesterday in the ghost domain, which can call out the Ziwei Palace of the Emperor of Heaven. At that time, it directly exploded the ghost domain, and almost caused the female ghost who fell into the ghost domain to die directly.

Although Donghuang Taiyi didn't know the specification of this spell.But generally speaking, this kind of magic tool for constructing illusions cannot accommodate Zixiao Palace.

However, his judgment went wrong.

"Incantations? Spiritual power? No, this is... Grand Virtue?"

The brilliant image of Zixiao Palace is like a scorching sun, illuminating the dark sky of Buzhou Mountain.Donghuang Taiyi, who has ascended into the air, ignores the falsehood, carefully looks at the wind and thunder, the blizzard and the cold, and looks around the world in this magic tool.

Before he woke up, the world looked pretty decent, but looking at it now, after passing Jiuli Gao, the whole Buzhou Mountain was already blurred.And looking down at the earth from this height, it can also be seen that the mottled spots in the distance that seem to be caused by blurred vision are actually just color blocks intertwined with colored threads.

But among the mottled, there are also unusually lifelike parts.

For example, the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the imperial capital of Taitai, and the banks of the Xiangjiang River.

Even in many places, they are so delicate that they are not like embroidery paintings, and they are all over the whole wilderness.

The entire Great Wilderness is contained on the thread of a needle. Compared with it, although the Purple Cloud Palace of the Emperor of Heaven is vast, it still lacks the strength to break through it directly.

It is flexible, but this flexibility does not come from the silk thread that weaves it, but from a huge spiritual force.

It comes from all the souls living in this embroidery world.

Datai Yujing, the banks of the Xiangjiang River, and the Tianfu of the Shu Road, these finely depicted places have thousands of souls, living just as they did before they were alive.

They are either peddlers, shopkeepers, scholars, or martial artists.

There are old people, young people, and teenagers who are not tall.

But there are not many women, and there are no babies who have no autonomy, and old people who can't move at all.

These tens of thousands of souls were in a daze, using weak spiritual power to support the operation of this magic tool, which made Donghuangtai frowned slightly.

There are spells that can absorb souls, but generally it doesn't take such effort to make the bound souls think they are still alive.

As for extracting the aura from mortal souls, it will definitely dissipate the weak mortal souls after a long time. For Wu Zhu, this is a serious crime, comparable to the refining of souls by evil gods.

In the wild world, the souls of all living beings are taken out from the nether world by Shao Si Ming himself before birth, and sent back to the nether world by the hand of Da Si Ming after death.

Nether will cleanse away the emotions and desires generated by the soul's experience in the world. The accumulation of emotions and desires of thousands of people is the material for sealing the flood.

Because of this, to consume souls is to shake Dongdafeng.

Just like if the body is not buried in the ground, it will shake the North Dafeng.

"...Could it be the souls of those corpse soldiers outside, right? They are too deeply integrated with this spell. Breaking it apart forcibly will dissipate these already very weak souls."

Donghuang Taiyi murmured to himself, feeling embarrassed.

"Speaking of which, if these souls come from the corpse soldiers outside, then the Gu Tu I saw earlier..."

Could it be the real soul of Gu Tu?

Thinking of this, Donghuang Taiyi descended and found Gu Tu on the side of Buzhou Mountain where there was no road at all.

Since Ah Yun woke up, time in this embroidery painting world, like a river that suddenly became steep and became swift, has flowed extremely fast.It was only the time when Donghuang Taiyi called out the Zixiao Palace, thought for a moment, and then landed again. The eight scholars who climbed the mountain had already climbed a section and began to rest.

They either drink water, or take out dry food and take a few bites.

But there are also people like Gu Tu who took out a pen and paper from their luggage and started to record something.

No one has seen such an obvious Zixiao Palace under the black clouds.

Even if they are scholars who record something, they can only see the words clearly by relying on the brilliance emitted by Zixiao Palace.

The same is true for Gu Tu, who wrote:

"My wife Hui Niang respectfully...

It's been half a day since I climbed Buzhou, and I haven't written to you for half a day.In my heart, there are three autumns in this short half day...

Seen here, Xuefeng has long teeth like a white whale...

I heard that Hui Niang was sorting out my reply, and she made an appointment to meet with a bookseller, and according to what I said in the letter, I accompanied it with pictures and paintings... I wish I could travel with you and see this wonderful scenery of jade peaks soaring to the sky and thousands of miles of ice...

The writing is in a hurry, and the haste is endless...

That is to say, Xia An, husband, Changjing. "

He put down the last touch and put the letter back in his bag, intending to send it together after he went down the mountain.

Gu Tu didn't know that the letter of his had just been put in the bag, when it was pulled out by an invisible hand, it floated up against the wind, and fell into the palm of a well-articulated hand.

Donghuang Taiyi hovered not far away, watching Gu Tu finish writing the letter.

Every time Gu Tu wrote a word, he read it. When the words were connected into a sentence, he seemed to hear the faint sound of the thread being drawn.

He opened the second eyelid, and this time he finally glimpsed the reality of the embroidery.

Hidden under the whole wild landscape, it was the Gu family who read this letter one night in the Gu family village, illuminated by dim candlelight, with a smile on his lips.

Gu Wang's more than 20 years ago.

Wang Hui.

She, who looked at most [-] years old, read the letter several times, put down the letter paper with a smile in her eyes, and turned to pick up the embroidery shed beside her.

Thin lines have been drawn on it with a brush, and it can be seen that it is an unfinished landscape. Wang Hui dug out many travel books and compared them with the embroidered landscapes drawn and printed by the predecessors. Thinking, she fell on the snow slope again a sum.

The embroidery shed only supports a small circle, and the canvas is several feet long.

Most of the canvas is blank, but there are also places that have been painted and filled with fine colors with colorful embroidery threads.

A river meanders out from the western snow peak, like a long belt, and divides the entire scroll eastward into upper and lower halves.

And this long belt, isn't the upside-down Xiangjiang River that the Eastern Emperor Taiyi saw not long ago, which one is it?

Donghuang Taiyi's expression eased a little.

He blinked, and the densely embroidered scene under the lights disappeared, leaving only Gu Tu on the snow slope with his bag on his back, ready to climb again.

Donghuang Taiyi took a step forward, and Bai Yuqiong's flower branch pointed at the scholar. This is the center of the entire magic tool that uses the arrogance of a scholar to maintain it, just wave it.

"Gu Changjing, wake up! Stop dreaming!"

Your wife and my spouse are waiting outside now!

***

"Jing Lang..."

In Yangshizhong, on the banks of the Xiangjiang River, Wang Hui has read "Da Siming" several times.

I don't know when, the whispering in her mouth became the most familiar address for her husband, Gu Changjing.

On Li Chaoshuang's body, the cloak woven by the sun god Dongjun never faded, and the corpse soldiers still couldn't get within half a mile of them.

But the corpse soldiers drilled out of the soil did not carry weapons, and the corpse soldiers on the approaching warship also carried weapons.

Across the river, a wave of arrow rain had already fallen, but the distance was too far, and they were inserted crookedly into the ground.

Seeing this scene, there was no sound of sobbing for a while, and only the chanting of scriptures and Jinglang of Wang Huinian could be heard.

She was stunned for a moment, but her tenacious character brought her back to her senses, and she planned to start reading "Da Siming" again.

No, before Wang Hui could change her words, she heard a murmur with a rhythm similar to hers.

That adult also didn't read "Da Siming".

Wang Hui heard that the black-haired young man was reading——

"Morning dew, morning dew, morning dew, morning dew, morning dew, morning dew, morning dew..."

The author has something to say: Chao Shuang: I just laughed.

Chaoshuang: I really don't know how to ask God.

Chaoshuang: But I will call my sister.