Cloud God is not God

Today's Xiangyun Temple is less clean than usual.In the back mountain of Xiangyun Temple, there is an abandoned Taoist temple here. Unlike Xiangyun Temple, which is full of incense, it is sparsely populated and overgrown with grass. If there is not a faint bluestone road, visitors will probably get lost in the complexity.

Suddenly the man in black who was walking in front stepped on a stone slab, his body slid down in an instant, and the brocade belt on the woman's arm flew out, holding the man.

"Wu Shuang, be careful." This woman is wearing a fairy dress, even in this dilapidated and messy environment, she looks inviolable and inviolable.

"Qingshuang." The man took a deep breath.

The woman's eyes flashed, and as soon as the unparalleled brocade belt was wrapped, the man took advantage of the situation to stabilize his figure.

"Don't call me that name again, the name of my ninth world is just a code name for me."

After the woman put away the brocade belt, it naturally floated beside her.

"it is good."

Zhuo Wushuang looked at the weeds, and there were organs buried underground.It is really inconvenient.With the knife in hand, I wanted to swing the knife to get rid of these weeds.

"Wushuang, one withered and one prosperous are all secrets. Of course, a knife can weed the body, but what about the resentment of the grass, just look at me."

After the woman finished speaking, she took off the nine lotus from her wrist and put it on the mirror in her hand. Immediately, the nine lotus blossomed brightly and shone on the withered weeds, turning from withered to prosperous, becoming tender and juicy.The woman waved her hand, and the hares and elks in the mountains came one after another, lowering their heads and nibbling the weeds on the ground.

Both of them remained motionless, as if merging with the world.

Zhuo Wushuang looked at the small animals in front of him, they were happily eating the fresh grass on the ground.Some stone slabs were exposed at the place where they gnawed, but they stepped on the stone slabs, and there was no movement at all. He couldn't help being dumbfounded, this Taoist mechanism is so magical, so psychic.

"Let's go, follow them and we can go in."

The woman touched the antlers of the elk beside her and said.The spirit of heaven and earth lies in letting nature take its course, and everything has its own law of survival.

Zhuo Wushuang nodded, and followed behind the woman. Looking at her familiar back, his mind was full of thoughts.

When he died at the hands of bandits, blood flowed all over the bronze mirror he was protecting in his arms.He was unwilling, why he lost his lover when he came back from the battlefield, he clearly agreed that the half mirror is round, but the mirror is round but no one has a chance.

Behind him are hundreds of thousands of undead souls from the Chen Kingdom. They are just like him, unwilling!Why is the country broken and mountains and rivers still there, their bodies are buried in this loess, but the rest of them are stepping on their heads, singing and singing.They hate those who are alive and choose to forget, they are so fickle, they want to imprison those people in time forever, never changing.

Later, his primordial spirit was transformed into the mirror, together with those soldiers.Looking at the beautiful faces of those people in the mirror, but with an ugly heart, jealousy, greed, ignorance, and viciousness, such people all died in the illusion of the evil of human nature brought to them by the mirror.But those kind and beautiful people are left in the mirror, away from this world, so that this beauty can be maintained and will not be changed.

But they still failed, when his primordial spirit was about to be annihilated by the fly ash, the girl rushed out to save his life, and the child looked exactly like Qingshuang when he was a child.She said he just did the wrong thing with good intentions.There is no one in this world who does wrong things with good intentions. It is just his own unwillingness and wishful thinking. He wants to prove something, but what can he prove...

Zhuo Wushuang recovered his senses and looked at the figure of the woman in front of him. She was noble and elegant sitting sideways on the elk with a small smile on her lips, looking at all living beings.She is indeed not her, Qingshuang once only had him in her eyes, but later she saw someone else, and now...

The moon climbed up the ancient pine branches, and the silver light sprinkled on the earth, as if comparing with the slight frost on the ground, who is more glamorous.

Wuyong walked out of the thatched hut holding his stomach. After a fight before, he was forced to eat two chicken legs, a large bowl of noodles and a bowl of chicken soup.I have to say that this Xiangyun Mountain is really beautiful and full of spirituality, even the pheasant is more delicious than other places.

Afterwards, Yun Zhongjun stood at the door of the thatched cottage. He lifted his hair, pinched the knot behind his back, and loosened it.Immediately, the silver hair poured down, and in an instant, both Moonlight and Weishuang hid themselves in shame.

Wu Yong leaned on the old pine, seeing such a plump Xie, his heart was full.I don't know when it started, as long as I think of this person, I can smile, and when I see him, I can feel a little emotional.Maybe this is what love feels like, is it love?In fact, he doesn't know, after all, no one has taught love.

"Feng Xi~help me go for a walk, my stomach is full." Wu Yong said playfully.

Yun Zhongjun tidied up his clothes and came in style.

"Let's go, it's cool at night, and we'll be back in a circle." Yun Zhongjun took Wu Yong's hand, interlocking his fingers and said.

The figures of the two, one red and one white, gradually disappeared by the stream.

Shuangcheng stared blankly at the lights of Xiangyun Mountain, which is the front line opposite, thinking that Shizun and Chi Yigui are [-]% similar.When we first met, Master touched his head, that kind of warmth.It was completely different from the coldness that emanated from the body of the dead, and he didn't want to go back to that place where his heart was frozen.

Jing Heng stood at the door, hugged the sword of his ancestors to his chest, leaned against the door frame, and looked at Shuangcheng's lonely back.

He had no way of knowing what it would be like for a person to be with a dead person for a long time, he only knew that a person should be warm when alive.Otherwise, what is living?A cold sword can be warmed up and turned into white moonlight. He believes that the human heart is also possible, and the disasters like that at the beginning can be changed because of one person's heart.

The sword in his hand is called Su Wen, which is the sword of the youngest son of the founder of the country. At the beginning of the founding of the country, millions of corpses were buried in the war, and starvation was everywhere. Without a household, it is difficult to find people in a hundred miles.

The son of the ancestors, Wentao Wulue, and always has a heart of benevolence and virtue, he has attained the Tao when he was young, and is revered as the reincarnated living Buddha.He saw that the common people were killed because the king's way was wrong, Yinghuoxing guarded the temple and did not leave, causing chaos.

As soon as Yinghuo Shouxin came out, the world changed hands, wars, plagues, natural disasters, and famines continued.The Emperor Yinghuo Shouxin must collapse, and then Yinghuoxing will continue to move forward to avoid the disaster in this world.

But this country has just been established, and the country cannot be without an owner.The lord of Chen Kingdom in the former dynasty was also a surrender, let alone kill him.The youngest son of the ancestor voluntarily dedicated himself to the star of Yinghuo for the emperor, in order to put an end to this catastrophe for the common people.

This sword is the sword of the youngest son of the ancestor, and later this sword has become the supreme symbol of the royal family.Later, the royal family, who was used to living a peaceful and peaceful life, gradually forgot about this period of history.In his generation, the emperor's grandfather bestowed this sword on himself, hoping that he could inherit the will of Su Wen's master.

Jing Heng recalled the past, the grandfather in his memory treated him differently from others, he was very strict with himself and never smiled, so he was always afraid of entering the palace when he was a child.He obviously treats his other brothers and sisters kindly and kindly, but he still doesn't understand why he treats him so harshly. He touched Su Wen, and the sword was already warm.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and he saw a figure walking towards the door. It turned out that the master had returned.

Yun Zhongjun carried Wuyong on his back, and Wuyong was already asleep at this time.

It turned out that not long after the two of them left, Wuyong made a fuss and asked Yun Zhongjun to carry him, saying that it was the first time they met, and he carried Yun Zhongjun back home with great effort.He also asked Yun Zhongjun to tell a story.

Yun Zhongjun had no choice but to carry the man on his back, and the hair of the two intersected, shining brightly under the moonlight.Yun Zhongjun was talking about the heavenly court, but the man fell asleep on his back...

Yun Zhongjun looked at the shadows of the two people reflected on the ground, and his heart was full of tenderness. It turned out that time can be so beautiful, and he couldn't bear to let it go by inch by inch.