When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

In Kunning Palace,

The walls in the bedroom are decorated in a festive bright red color. The word "Double Happiness" is hung on the inside and outside of the wooden wall, and the pattern of dragon and phoenix is ​​embroidered on the happy quilt, which is the best weaving and embroidery technology in the south of the Yangtze River.

The red candles on the candlesticks on the side had already burned more than half, and the swaying candlelight reflected the figures of the two people on the bed.

Because of drinking a lot of wine just now, a slight blush appeared on Wen Liangyu's face. His long black hair was hanging down, his black hair was like a waterfall, and his long eyelashes like crow feathers quivered once or twice from time to time, and coupled with She was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, which made her skin look like snow.

At this time, he was sitting on He Heng's body, and the little emperor's amber eyes were also stained with drunkenness. He smiled at him without knowing why,

"I heard that you almost fainted the chief minister of the cabinet today?"

He Heng caressed his back with one hand.waist, to prevent the other party from accidentally falling down,

"In Ayu's eyes, do I look so terrifying?"

Hearing this, Wen Liangyu looked down at the man's handsome face, nodded and shook his head in a daze, and after a while, he said:

"He was so frightened by you that he submitted his resignation to his fellow villagers."

He Heng approached him with a smile, "What is this? Didn't His Majesty depose the harem for me? What's the point of adding this?"

"Your Majesty didn't give birth to me because of this?"

After all, without giving Wen Liangyu time to react, he leaned over to kiss her on the lips,

"No~"

Wen Liangyu was so dazed by his kiss that the belt on her body fell apart at some point.

He felt that there was something wrong with He Heng's words, but he couldn't tell the specifics.

My mind was dizzy, and Wei also began to become a little sluggish.

In the end, the little emperor, who couldn't think of anything, chose to give up.

At this moment, the reflection of He Heng remained in his eyes, and it was Wen Liangyu who stretched out his finger and poked the man's shoulder, and said in a drawn-out tone:

"We are now married, you are my queen"

He Heng responded softly, "Yes."

He looked at the soft silhouette of the other party's side face under the dim light, and the bright red at the end of his eyes.

At this moment, He Heng had an idea in his mind,

That is the little emperor in this wedding dress, so beautiful.

The moment their eyes met, the tips of their noses got closer and closer, and the sounds of their breathing gradually intertwined, disrupting their rhythm and pace.

The next second, the dazed little emperor lowered his head and kissed him again.

He Heng bit Wen Liangyu's lips on purpose, and at the same time, he ran his fingertips through the other's smooth black hair, and pressed the back of the other's head to kiss himself.

"No~"

Wen Liangyu couldn't help but let out a small sound.asthma.

Unknowingly, the tulle curtains on both sides of the bed were also lowered, and the figures on the wall gradually overlapped...

After a while, the tulle curtain faintly reveals the kind of panting that overflows from the depths of the throat with a crying voice.Quiet.

He Heng realized that maybe he was wrong just now,

The crying little emperor looks better...

In the middle of the night, the red candles outside had been completely extinguished.

But Wen Liangyu didn't sleep, he was lying on his side in the soft quilt, and the loose black hair couldn't cover up the fine red marks on his shoulders.

At this time, the little emperor lowered his eyes, and the expression in the bottom of the eyes was dim, and he said sullenly:

"It is said that the day of great joy is the happiest in one's life, so how about after today?"

The tone of voice is like that of a child who feels a little lost in his heart after celebrating his birthday and eating his favorite cream cake.

Seeing this, He Heng smiled and touched the tip of his nose,

"Your Majesty, there will be more time in the future. After today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... I will accompany you every day from now until the end of this life."

Hearing what the other party said, Wen Liangyu's depressed mood just now dissipated a lot, and his voice was obviously much happier. He buried half of his face in the quilt, raised his eyes and looked at He Heng,

"Then I... What if I say that a lifetime is not enough?"

He Heng put his arms around his waist, and brought him into his arms,

"In the next life, in the next life... I will look for you."

"it is good."

Wen Liangyu stretched out his arms around his waist, curled the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and then fell asleep in the other's arms.

According to the "History of Wei" records, King Jing Heheng and Jingde launched a court mutiny in three years, and this rebellion was rehabilitated only three months later. It was King Jing who handed over his military power, and there is no way to verify whether it is true or not.

In the early spring of the year, King Jing was injured by Japanese pirates during his inspection tour south with Emperor Wei Cheng, and accidentally fell into the water and died at the age of 28.

One month after being attacked by the Japanese pirates, Emperor Wei Cheng resolutely chose to make another southern tour against all opinions, and brought back a person during the southern tour. There are many doubts about his body, and even his birth and surname have not been recorded in detail.

In the 54th year of Jingde, Wei Chengdi passed away, passed on the throne to his heir, slept with the queen, and was buried together.

But the life experience of the Queen Guan is still an unsolved mystery, and various theories about the cause of Queen Guan emerge in endlessly.

And the most widely spread folklore is,

He is the former Jing Wang He Heng.

Two Worlds (End)

【A rebellious and scumbag apprentice】

The fog-shrouded palace on the top of the mountain seems to be in the clouds, and the palace with blue bricks and white tiles is embedded in the green mountains and green waters, which looks like a fairyland on earth.

And the three characters "Wanganju" are engraved in the center of the mansion, and the vigorous and powerful handwriting vaguely reveals a kind of momentum of "going through the glitz and not revealing it".

This is the residence of Yan Qing'an, a sword cultivator of the Huayang Sword Sect.

However, at this time, a large number of ascetics in different costumes and holding various utensils gathered outside the door. Each of them had a look of "hate and hatred" on their faces, and many of them had already crossed the threshold into the hall.

The leader was an old man in a gray Taoist robe, and asked loudly the man in white who stood in front of him.

His voice, as bright as a bell, immediately reverberated in the huge hall,

"Yan Qing'an, I waited for you to be the benchmark of the Nine Suns Sword Sect, but I never thought that you were such a villain!"

The "Yan Qing'an" they denounced was wearing a white Taoist robe, like a banished fairy, but at this time the pure white Taoist robe was already stained red with blood.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Yan Qing'an was half leaning against the wall, a little blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, apparently unable to hold on, and there was an indescribably cold look in his cold eyes, he looked at the Looking at the people in front of him criticizing him, he didn't say a word.

In the next second, the picture in front of him froze.

The familiar mechanical sound suddenly sounded, and 996 began to introduce the background of the world he was going to to He Heng.

【He is your master Yan Qing'an. He is the same person as the previous two worlds, and his appearance and body shape have not changed. It is the memory of the previous life that has been sealed. 】

[As a cultivator with excellent roots in the cultivation world and extraordinary talent since he was a child, he has practiced the long-lost secret book Nine Suns Sword Jue in the cultivation world to the ninth level before he was 30]

Seeing this, He Heng frowned, looking at the scarlet dots on the hem of the other party's clothes and the almost desperate eyes in his eyes, there were indescribable emotions in his heart, a little sour,

"Didn't you say that looking at the entire cultivation world, his cultivation level is almost unmatched? Then why is he in such a mess?"

996: [Don't worry, just listen to me slowly, don't forget that you are taking the script of Chasing Wife and Crematorium...]

It turned out that Yan Qing'an was originally a talented swordsman of the Huayang Sword Sect. He looked at the secret book that was almost lost in the entire cultivation world-the Nine Suns Sword Jue and practiced to the seventh level. At that time, he was praised by the world as an unborn genius.

Some people even said, "If anyone can reproduce the unique skills left in the world, it must be Yan Qing'an."

It was when he had achieved great success in martial arts and was about to break through the eighth level of the Nine Suns Sword Art, Yan Qing'an was entrusted by his master to save a young man who had been wiped out by the demon sect.

And the boy who had just turned [-] was the slag Gongyuan in this chasing wife crematorium literature.

Little did Yan Qing'an know that this seemingly unintentional task was the beginning of his misfortune.

Yuan Manmen was loyal, but his family was unfortunately destroyed by the Demon Cult. As the only survivor, it seemed that he lost all memories of that because of the impact he received at that time.

When Yan Qing'an rushed to the scene to rescue him, several wisps of the monster's remnant soul had penetrated into the young man's body, into his limbs and bones, and also invaded his seven souls and three souls.

If no measures are taken, Yuan will be completely invaded by the demon soul in the end.Occupy, reduced to a puppet that lost its self-awareness and was at the mercy of dark matter.

In order to save the boy, Yan Qing'an had no choice but to seal the spirit root of the original and the remnant soul of the monster together.

But it turns out that it was Yan Qing'an who destroyed his spiritual root, and his cultivation world was reduced to a complete waste after his spiritual root was damaged, and his childhood sweetheart Bai Yueguang was getting farther and farther away from him, and he could recover day by day under Yan Qing'an's sect. Learn those boring minds day by day.

Therefore, he has always held a grudge against the person who "ruined" his spiritual root, and Yan Qing'an's daily teachings to him are nothing more than compensation for his guilt.

However, in the past two years, the skill of the person who caused him to lose everything has been improving day by day. Seeing that he is going to break through the tenth level of the Nine Suns Sword Art, since then, there will be no opponent in the world.

The Nine Suns Sword Jue was originally a unparalleled method in the world. The reason why it was lost is because the cultivation conditions were so harsh that few ordinary practitioners could practice it.

And it is even more difficult to reach the tenth level of skill. One of the key prerequisites is to cultivate the ruthless way first.

You must first get rid of all distracting thoughts in your heart, cut off the emotions and desires, and then you can realize the Tao.

Cultivating this ruthless way is the most difficult part of practicing the Nine Suns Sword Art. In the world of comprehension, there is usually only one successful practitioner every few hundred years.

It is difficult for practitioners to retreat and practice and must not be disturbed by anyone. Once the precepts are broken, the light ones will lose all previous efforts, and the severe ones will lose their cultivation and internal strength.

Taking this as an opportunity, when Yan Qingan was practicing the way of ruthlessness, he secretly colluded with the demon sect and released the news that the people of one party were harmed by him and their lives were ruined. This distracted Yan Qingan, broke his way of ruthlessness, and took the opportunity to steal away Then he secretly colluded with the Demon Sect and framed him as the blame, which caused him to be besieged by righteous people.

Yes, the reason for awakening the blood of the demon race is that his horn halo and Yan Qing'an's inner alchemy body protection were not controlled by the demon soul, but instead became the demon king who made the three worlds fearful.

From then on, he closed his forbidden area of ​​the Demon Sect and used it as his furnace to torture him day and night. However, Yan Qing'an's original spirit was damaged and his cultivation was completely lost. He persisted tenaciously for three full years, "dying" and reviving every day with a miraculous attitude that can be called contemporary medicine.

In Slag Gong's eyes, all of this is just a trick played by the other party.

One day, after Yan Qing'an couldn't bear it any longer and passed out, Yuan suddenly realized the truth that had been sealed away for a long time, and it was at this time that he realized that he had fallen in love with his master long ago, and that he was crazy in love .

In order to prevent Yan Qingan from dying, he searched all the methods in the Three Realms, and finally gave all his inner alchemy and skills to the other party, and started the mode of chasing his wife and crematorium, followed by the classic "My life saves you, Can I win back your heart" section.

After introducing the background of the story, 996 said a word to He Heng,

【And you are going to this world, playing the role of the slag Gong in the original book, and the same as the previous two worlds, the blackening value of the character Shou is about to explode, please come on and stabilize it~】

After listening to this passage, He Heng was silent for a long time, the veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly, and he felt his head was "buzzing".

After a long time, he couldn't help but said:

"So your crematorium script has an upgrade? I don't think this scumbag sounds like a character, but a villain."

"Can a normal person with this difficulty pass the level?"

How outrageous the plot is, how strange the logic is, He Heng doesn't even want to study it in detail.

996: [I don't know about normal people...but you, I think it's okay. 】

He Heng: "..."

Immediately afterwards, 996 continued:

[Don't worry, the plot has just begun, and you just broke your master's ruthless way. He lost his cultivation base, his inner alchemy was taken away by you, and he was besieged by the righteous way, which is less than one-tenth of the original book. content. 】

He Heng: "..."

"yes"

"Just"

"talent"

Then he looked up at the center of the frozen holographic projection, and followed the blood-stained man in white in the picture.

No matter how many worlds he passed through, and in different costumes and identities, that person's appearance and figure never changed, and the stubborn expression looming in his eyebrows and eyes was generally the same.

It is his "Shishuang" and also his "Ayu".

In the end, He Heng sighed softly and said, "Okay, let's go."

996: [Okay, this time I will put you directly above the palace, and then you can pass through the sword flying technique, the countdown is ready...]

"Wait a minute," He Heng interrupted him suddenly, "One last question."

As soon as He Heng heard the words "flying with the sword", He Heng suddenly realized that this time he was in the world of Xianxia cultivation, and in this world, various rankings and numbers appeared most often, such as "Tianxiayi", "Tianxia Er", "Demon Venerable", and "Sword Master", all platoons speak according to their strength.

Thinking of this, he asked the system,

"What is my current strength? How much can I rank?"

[According to the arrangement of this script, you now have Yan Qing'an's inner alchemy, your cultivation base has greatly increased, and you have also awakened the blood of the demon race. over it. 】

"Okay." He Heng nodded, "Let me go down."

As soon as I heard Long Aotian from the cultivation world, it's all right.

In this world where strength is justice, it is better to be simple and rude. When facing those provocative villains or blind and deaf "righteous people", you don't need to talk to them about the truth, and you can solve it without talking nonsense.

Let's see who dares to trouble his master by then,

Who dies.

[Okay, let's start the delivery. 】

As the system's voice fell, 996 teleported him directly into the clouds above Tiangong, and changed his attire for him.

At this time, He Heng was wearing an elegant black long gown, with a long sword on his feet, and he felt like a fairy flying through the clouds and fog.

Because of the arrangement of the plot, there was a dark red line between his eyebrows, which symbolized the awakened demon blood in his body. Coupled with his handsome appearance with sword eyebrows and stars, he looked a little more evil.

And in just a second,

He Heng had already thought about how to rescue Yan Qing'an, and he had envisioned all the plots that would happen later in his mind.

The moment the system lifted the restraint, he used his sword flying technique to break through the clouds and mist, beat up those upright people who were "finding fault" in "Wang'anju", and then stepped on the long sword, chic and handsome Flying in front of Yan Qing'an, leaning on the wall with one hand so that the other party has nowhere to escape, finally said to him in a steady and reliable voice:

"Master, do you need help?"

What a classic Long Aotian way of appearance.

This time, the blackening value of the corners cannot be justified.

is the next second,

Before He Heng could use Yujian's flying skills, his body suddenly flew into the air, and his whole body began to descend rapidly.

hateful!

He cursed in his heart, why didn't this agree with what he thought?

Why is the sword under his feet not as effective as expected?

It was too late and then it was too late, He Heng immediately adjusted his insides and moved the truth all over his body. At the same time, he silently recited the secret formula of flying with a sword in his heart,

"Ah baba, woo la la."

For some reason, he felt that this thought was extremely strange.

The calmness of the "flying sword" described by the system, and the feeling of practicing it yourself, are like a seller's show and a buyer's show.

At this moment, a blinding glare erupted from He Heng's body, and quickly condensed several wispy and ethereal white, the air flow around him slowed down, and he stepped on the long sword again.

Then he discovered an autistic fact that he could fly, but he also lost his center of gravity.

At this time, He Heng couldn't grasp Yujian's sense of balance at all. In the end, he was completely upside down with his head and feet upside down. He stepped on the long sword and flew towards Wang Anjuzhong in an upside-down posture.

He really wanted to adjust his posture, because the situation in front of him was urgent, it could be said that "the arrow was on the string, and he had to fire", and He Heng didn't know how to "brake".

In the end, he broke into everyone's sight in the form of a night bat,

"You don't admit..."

The righteous man who was questioning Yan Qing'an sharply, the moment he saw He Heng, his questioning words stopped abruptly.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the elegant black figure in the center of the hall, even Yan Qing'an, who was leaning against the wall and couldn't support himself, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. The beautiful amber eyes widened in disbelief.

Three consecutive questions popped up in his mind unconsciously,

Why did He Heng fly backwards?

Why did He Heng appear here?

Is He Heng really his apprentice?

After everyone came back to their senses, He Heng had already flown around the room for a round.

It was only then that someone noticed the bright red between the other's brows. At this moment, they suddenly realized,

This must be the long-lost forbidden technique of the Demon Cult!

As for this point, the more they thought about it, the more they felt that it was possible. After all, Yan Qingan colluded with the Demon Sect, so maybe his apprentice also fell into the Demon Sect?

Thinking of this, someone immediately pulled out the sword at his waist, gathered a sword and swung it at He Heng,

"He Heng, I warn you that your collusion with your master and the Devil's Cult has been exposed. No matter what crooked ways you are doing, please stop immediately, otherwise don't blame us..."

But before he finished speaking, he heard a "bang!", and a black figure standing upside down suddenly appeared directly in front of him, knocking down the saber in his hand.

This stunned everyone present.

Unknowingly, Yuan He Heng had quietly differentiated into six phantoms.

These six phantoms ran around the room at a speed that was completely invisible to the naked eye, dazzled everyone.

But his real body was among them, beating the already panicked crowd to their knees.

Although there was a little error in He Heng's way of appearing on the stage, in the end the goal of "who dies" was achieved.

"Well!"

Someone clutched his chest and fell to the ground in pain.

There was an instant wailing in the hall,

But He Heng broke through the crowd with an unstoppable posture, and went straight to Yan Qing'an at the other end of the room.

he thought,

Where did I turn on the hook?

He is clearly the cheat itself.

Yes, the moment he flew towards the beauty master, He Heng couldn't control his sword flying skill because he rushed too hard. In the end, he didn't stop in front of the beauty master, but "hit" into the wall.

His long sword was inserted straight into the wall, just "piercing" into the top of Yan Qing'an's head, as if cutting off a few strands of the opponent's hair, the force of the long sword's horizontal "insertion" into the wall was so great that it made people feel uncomfortable. Dozens of cracks instantly appeared around the wall.

Looking at the few strands of black hair falling in front of him and the upside-down man in front of him, Yan Qing'an's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he heard the deep voice of the other party from the bottom of his feet,

"Master, who wants to hurt you?"

Yan Qing'an glanced at the long sword on top of his head that had been inserted horizontally into the wall, and a rare expression crack appeared on his face.

"..."

Even 996 was surprised by the way of appearance,

【...】

【Didn't you plan to ask for Bidong? 】

He Heng left from the sword, turned over deftly in the air, and finally stepped back on the ground with both feet.

He stretched out his hand to brush his somewhat messy hairstyle,

Heart and 996 said:

"It's called Jiandong, do you understand?".