[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

A formation that engulfs the world is only to help her escape in this instant.

Yang Chan came out to fight, but she came for Yang Jian.

Her second brother has always been far-sighted, and because of this, he is resolute in doing things, because once he starts, it is a road that cannot be regretted.So this road has been paved for 600 years, and she was kept in the dark until it was too late to wake up at this moment.

Looking up, corpses are scattered all over the field, but she only sees the back of one person - holding a long soldier tightly to support his body, but he is silent and lifeless, only a white dog is guarding his side, looking around Everyone bared their teeth and barked.

Yang Chan stood still, as if under the dark night, in the vast snow field, there were only these two sculptures, so quiet that even the flying snowflakes didn't know when to stop, and they didn't dare to dance around.

The crowd of onlookers held their breath, but no one was willing to step forward.

Until she took the first step.Yang Chan slowly raised her feet and walked towards the back.

With the first step, there will be the second step, the third step...a ​​small distance, it is so difficult to walk.Only her back left a series of footprints going straight forward.

Finally, she stood behind him, and she could touch him as long as she stretched out her hand.

She raised her hand and called out, "Second Brother..."

Just like when she was a child, she followed behind him, because she was short, she always had to look up...

However, just before the fingertips touched the sleeve, perhaps, just waiting for this moment - that tall and straight figure went straight back and fell into her arms.

A general will never bow to his knees until he dies!

The white dog approached, whimpered and licked its master's face.She was slightly startled, only to think of stroking his slightly open eyes.Not far away, Ye Jianan was lying.She glanced at it.

It turned out that the teachings of the past, once it was eaten back by him, was not his own, but the closest person in this life.

Who is she to blame?

Looking around, the timid and greedy gazes only disgusted her!

Is this the common people?

What she wants to bear is the lives of each of them?

Just for this, a person, expending all his body and mind, died.

In the winter of December, Yang Chan's ears were full of cicadas, just like when she was five years old, she stared at her father's corpse, just this one, endless...

"Second Brother..." She suddenly said, "You wake up..."

The corpse in his arms was unconscious and did not respond.

"You wake up!" She suddenly said angrily, "You control my life, now, is that all?"

Thinking about it carefully, although she has spent most of her life wandering around the world, she has never suffered too much grievance.

- you wake up!Otherwise, I will never forgive you in this life!

She lived in a calculation, and the freedom she once had was so shallow.

- you wake up!You and I have only met each other in 900 years, and finally... this... is this what you intend to leave to me? !

She clutched her heart tightly, there was no longer anything empty there, a heart was throbbing, but it was in pain.

Is this the blind love?

It is not the love between a man and a woman in the world, but the deepest love between blood relatives, and Yang Jian gave her all of it.

"Second Brother...Second Brother..."

She murmured, unable to say anything in the end.

Finally, an old man dressed as a Taoist sighed: "Yang Chan, the overall situation is over, and it is useless for you to be sad. Since Yang Jian died for you, you should know your heavy responsibility. Now that the overthrow of the Heavenly Court is imminent, everything is ready, just I owe you the east wind to help me wait..."

"Dongfeng? I can't stop watching," Yang Chan regained his composure, restrained his emotions, and sneered, "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You are trying to trap me, and when I get that thing , wait for an opportunity to take me away..."

"This...you are overthinking..."

"Do you really think that if I'm trapped in the mountains, I can't hear or see anything?" She raised her head and glanced at the old man, her eyes were full of sarcasm, "It's ridiculous! Power, dare to pretend to control?"

So someone argued: "How can it be called control! Your family has also suffered from the rules of heaven, and they are also fallen people in the end of the world. They should go together and help each other. This is one of them; There are corpses everywhere, and the people Yang Jian killed today are also countless! How many relatives of the deceased are still at the scene, and they don't have any complaints against you. Why are you aggressive!"

Yang Chan was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her head, savoring again and again.

"Ha, well said, in order to achieve a great cause, sacrifices must be made. But..." she said quietly, "The people are so cruel—why do you make me a humble dog!"

Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged knife appeared in Yang Chan's hand, and the atmosphere changed again. The surrounding people retreated one after another, but those who were unable to dodge, even those who had just spoken, were attacked by the invisible air wave. Exploded and died.

"This is what shameless people deserve!"

After she left these words, she disappeared from everyone's eyes together with Yang Jian's body and the white dog!

……

In the 34th year of Jiajing, at midnight on December [-], there was an earthquake in Mount Hua.

The tragedy of the disaster and the extent of its damage are rare in the world.

Perhaps this is a beginning, indicating that Daming is headed towards the end and will move forward indomitably.

However, in the mountains far away from the world, the world's major events are not as important as a cup of tea in hand.

Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.

Master Yuding held the teacup, the tea was already cold, but he was still holding it in his palm, as if he was going to heat it up with his palm...

There was a dog barking outside the cave, and he was startled. He hurriedly put down the teacup and rushed to the door to look around—only a person came, with a hemp rope on his shoulder, and a coffin behind him.

"Ah..." Daoist Yuding turned pale with shock, and was stunned on the spot.

"Jian'er... Where is Jian'er..." He asked tremblingly, as if asking Yang Chan, but his eyes unconsciously swept to the coffin behind her.

With a cold expression on Yang Chan's face, she let go of the hemp rope she was carrying.This situation is clear at a glance, and there is no need to say much.

Daoist Yuding staggered, and slumped to the side.

"Take care of the second brother's physical body," she ordered as soon as they met, "I'll go to the underworld."

As soon as the words fell, the person disappeared again.

Immortal Yuding didn't have time to stop him, a cup of herbal tea was not placed on the edge of the table, and fell to pieces.

In front of the bank of the Nai River, Yang Chan stopped.

A road to Huangquan, a bridge is built over the river, and a black figure whose face cannot be seen is leaning on the bridge head.The other end of the bridge was hidden in the mist, and the end could not be seen.From time to time, two or three ghosts passed by her and passed on the bridge. The black shadow shook a small clock in his hand, and every time a ghost passed by, the bell would ring.

"Come on, come on... this life is full of love, and the dust of the past is gone; but the bridgehead is empty to entertain guests, so don't let the fate come and go..."

"Fate comes and goes, don't make promises lightly..." She recited this sentence silently, and said, "Once you make an oath, you don't keep it. What is fate? I only believe in human effort!"

It happened to stop in front of the black figure, who was very close at hand, covered by a black cloak, was a bone of bones - the world called her Meng Po.

The bell stopped abruptly.

"Yang Chan...you shouldn't come...you shouldn't come..." Granny Meng sighed, with an old woman's high-pitched voice, "this bridge, you can't...you can't..."

"Why can't you go?"

She frowned, and took another step forward, stepping on the bridge deck - she suddenly changed her shape, and before she knew it, she was three feet away from the bridge again.

"Huh? Hell tricks!" She shouted, unleashed her kung fu and then attacked the bridge, but was suddenly stopped.

"Yang Chan! Stop it! You...why are you here?"

Behind her, there was another pair of black and white impermanence.

Meng Po was leaning on the bridge, still chattering endlessly: "People with five disadvantages and three deficiencies, you shouldn't come, even if you come, you won't be able to get through..."

"I can't get through," she thought for a while, put away her momentum, and stood with her hands behind her back, "Then I'll trouble you two to inform me when I cross the bridge."

Bai Wuchang asked, "What is the report...?"

Yang Chan's expression sank: "The content is: I also hope that the King of Hades of the Ten Palaces will return my second brother's soul to me with both hands."

"This is absolutely impossible!" they both said.

"Then," she condensed her hands behind her back, and she stared at the two of them, "it's no wonder I turned the gate of this hell upside down..."

A scuffle is inevitable, she did not pay attention to the pair of underworld officials, but suddenly felt a sense of arrogance coming towards her from the bridge!

"There are still masters in the underworld." She didn't move, she turned her backhand, and the wind of her palm met her. With a loud bang, the ground was full of dust, and after a while, the dust settled again.

"May I ask Your Excellency Gao's name?"

She turned away and saw a tall man with a beard standing aloofly, she already understood in her heart.

"I'm Zhong Kui!" The big man clasped his fists and said, "I just showed my ugliness. However, you didn't do your best."

"If I do my best, I will take care of you, the ghost king Pluto, and you will all return to the West."

The man smiled instead of anger: "Haha, the three women of the Yang family are indeed as strong as the rumors say."

"I didn't come here to make a joke," Yang Chan said, "All the dead in the world belong to the underworld. If my second brother has crossed the bridge, please ask the ghost king to send him back to me."

When Zhong Kui heard this, his face was troubled: "It's not that I don't want to, it's that your second brother...has never been here."

"Never been here?!"

She looked carefully at the man's expression, it didn't look fake.I heard that this person is straightforward and not a liar.

Zhong Kui sighed and said: "It is true that all the dead in the world belong to the underworld, but they are mortals... and your second brother, who was canonized by the heavenly court and accepted the fate of the heaven, returned to the heavenly realm. How could he come down to this secluded spring hell?"

"Since he inherits the destiny, he is the one who belongs to the destiny..." Yang Chan caressed his heart unconsciously, "Now that the destiny belongs to me, is there a way to make him return to the sun?"

"You just said that you believe in man-made things, but you believe in the destiny?" Zhong Kui said, "I heard that the former bearer of the dragon fire was beaten to death by your second brother not long ago. The destiny... what is the destiny? It's just a shackle imposed on you by the Mangmang Three Realms, and that shackle can't fill the host's selfish desires, so how can it help you achieve what you want?"

"Then... where can I find him?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to find it... In fact, long before he was made a god, the underworld no longer has the name of your Yang family. Maybe he used some methods to heal you back then, and that method was waiting for him to die. When you die, your soul will be gone..."

"Ah..." She whispered, and suddenly remembered that memory: The price that the second brother said was actually here...

Zhong Kui said with emotion: "Actually, your second brother Yang Jian and I once had a relationship. We were drinking friends, and we got together from time to time. But I found that he often had something on his mind, and he buried it for a long time. Everyone has their own. I never asked him about his secrets, and he never told them, until one day..."

He turned over his sleeve and took out an envelope from it.

"...One day, he handed me this envelope, saying that sooner or later, his third sister will come to the underworld. At that time, please let me pass it on to you."

The envelope was handed over, but Yang Chan took a step back.

"What...was written in the letter?" she asked.

Zhong Kui frowned and said, "How can I read privately what my friend entrusted me to hand over? Come on, continue."

The envelope was handed over again.

Suddenly, she felt that her limbs were like a weighty weight. She didn't dare to accept the envelope, she didn't want to accept it, but she had to.

Finally, she hesitated and took the envelope.

There are six big characters on the letter: My sister Yang Chan personally sends it.

It is indeed Yang Jian's handwriting.

The envelope was heavy, and what it contained didn't look like a letter.She took it apart, gently poured something out of it, and it fell into her palm.

……

"Second Brother...A-Chan knows it's wrong...A-Chan knows it's wrong..."

……

An apology, suddenly, flashed in my ears again, and at the same time, there was a thousand miles of floating, and the crying of the living on both sides of the strait was heard endlessly...

The best white jade material, tied with a red string... The one that fell into her palm was the white jade cicada that she had worn since she was a child, but was lost in the West Sea.