Fairy King's Handbook

More than three years, a full three years, four months and eight days.

It was an inevitable result to wake up and be locked up.

When I first woke up, my eyes hurt and it was dark.There was pain everywhere in his body, Qianyun struggled to get up, and groped forward.

There are three icy walls, and there should be an invisible barrier in front of it.

Not surprisingly, he was locked up.

He suffered in the dark pain for ten days, and found that the monster that had occupied his body had disappeared.It was his own body, the same as before.Five days later, the eye that had been stabbed by the strong light before was healed.

It was still dark, but it should be day.There is a faint light coming from far above the head, and it can be seen clearly that this is a dungeon.

He didn't know how many people were imprisoned here, but he was the only one in this final cage.These days, he could vaguely hear shouting and shouting, but he couldn't hear anyone.

Amidst those angry curses, Qianyun became more and more frightened as he listened.

In the outside world, the situation is changing, and blood flows like a river.And the cause of all this is the massive invasion of the demons, externally connecting internally, and that internally, no accident, is him.

Qian Yun was powerless to refute, the bloody past was vivid in his memory, except for the tragic situation in the West Sea, the last stone wall he broke through opened up the entrance of the demons to the heaven.

A catastrophic disaster has been caused, and it is inevitable to accept punishment. He never thought that he could still live.

It's just that the days of waiting for death are a bit too long.The long one scares him.

For three years, four months and eight days, no one came.

At first, he secretly prayed in his heart, thinking that even if his mother didn't like him, she would always come to see him for the last time.Slowly, he began to get scared, afraid that no one would remember him anymore, even if everyone forgot him, his two older sisters would definitely come, after all, they were the only ones who were sincere to him since childhood.

But day by day, he scratched a large area on the wall of the dungeon, recording the passing time.For more than three years, no one has come.

In the past three years, apart from the vast expanse of emptiness and emptiness, and the occasional curses, it was nothing more than Yanshan Jun doing something important to retain the Three Realms and resist the invading demons.

Qian Yun was naturally admired, but he also knew that the root cause of this terrible disaster was caused by him.

He always recalled the past over and over again in the long silence, most of which were the days when he was running around and cultivating desperately at night.In these short 13 years, since I can remember, I have never been busy, worried or worried, and have never been able to do what I want.Suddenly he remembered that when he was four years old, his elder sister named him "Qianyun", saying that he hoped that he would be as free and unrestrained as a cloud in his life.

Thinking of these childhood scenes, he blinked his dry eyes and felt a dull pain in his heart.Now three years have passed quickly, and he is suddenly 16 years old.

The silence in the dark dungeon made people go crazy, and occasionally he would think about that young man as tall and unattainable as the bright moon, who was the most perfect person he had ever seen in his life.He was born to be worshiped and admired by others, but now he saves the Three Realms from fire and water with his own power.

Qian Yun probably couldn't imagine how glorious and infinite it was, it was another world that he couldn't touch in his whole life.Some people are like the bright moon, beyond reach.

When I was young, I really couldn't meet people who were too amazing, because in addition to being envious, I would also have a strong self-loathing.

After all, he caused a terrible disaster and was abandoned by the whole family.He no longer expects his relatives to come to see him, but before he dies, even if someone comes to talk to him, one sentence is fine.Whoever it is, say anything.

So when the boy who appeared in the darkness stood outside the dungeon like a bright moon, he asked him, "What other wish do you have?"

Qian Yun almost thought he was hallucinating, and looked at the person who suddenly appeared in disbelief, what wish?It's gone, I'm all satisfied now

There was indeed a person who came to see him and talked to him, and this person was Yan Chongming whom he couldn't even imagine.

Afterwards, Yan Chongming stood in the shadow under the stone wall of the dungeon, waiting for him to say his wish, under the dim light, Qianyun could hardly see him clearly,

In the end, Qian Yun muttered for a while, even though he hadn't spoken for a long time and his voice was dry and hoarse, he still said happily and contentedly: "No more."

After a long time, Yan Chongming heard that he had no wish, so he turned and left.

Let's go now, Qianyun felt a little regretful, but he really only said one sentence.

He was still a little greedy, he really wanted to call "Brother Chongming", but when he thought that Yan Chongming didn't like it, he gave up.I still want to say "I'm sorry", but what's the use, the wrong thing has already happened, and a word of "sorry" is too insignificant.

Suddenly remembering how greedy he was, Yan Chongming saw that he was already a gift from heaven, and he heard the prayer in his heart.

In this way, there is really no regrets.

If there is an afterlife, I hope to live a little easier.

Weeds and rubble, devastated everywhere.

"Yanshanjun, Yanshanjun..." A blue-clothed boy was in the shallow sea at the foot of the mountain, drenched all over, and shouted anxiously, but his voice was deliberately low, and he looked up from time to time, with a worried expression on his face.

It's not out yet.He couldn't hold on anymore.

The blue-clothed boy frowned deeply, and looked at the other person lying in the water. Both wrists of that person were cut, and the glaring blood dyed the surrounding sea red, and even the shark gauze feather coat on his body gradually turned red.

But at this time, even though the man was lying in the water, bleeding profusely, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted, he still opened his eyes, and he was angry, "Brother Yun...is Brother Yun really in there?"

Surprised and unbelievable.

This boy is Qian Qiyu.

Three years ago, Qianyun disappeared, and then there was a dark melee.The tribes of the three realms were exhausted before they sealed the Demon Realm and won the melee.

After the war, the punishment for the most vicious people, except for the people of the demon clan who were confined, Qianyun became the root of all the troubles.Everyone's anger is the hidden evil of the Qian clan, who secretly colludes with the devil world.

All of a sudden, Xihai, which was hit hard after the war, became even worse.No matter how Qian Qiyu tried to excuse her, it was useless. Thousands of soldiers witnessed Qianyun destroying the ancestral tomb, slaughtering holy beasts, and introducing demons into the West Sea.Not to mention that Qianyun opened the forbidden door on Fusang Island later, and the Three Realms were almost destroyed.

Qian Qiyu naturally didn't believe that Brother Yun did it, but he couldn't stop Youyou's mouth, and even the elders in the clan scolded him for being confused by the evildoer.During the quarrel, Princess Fengyang imprisoned him, thinking about his mistakes every day, and was not allowed to step out of the West Sea.

Until today, Yanshan Jun came quietly.

Qian Qiyu has always known that in order to imprison the escaped demons, King Xihai opened a place of detention under the destroyed Changsheng Tianchi.

Now that the war is gone, these demons will eventually be sent to the Abyss of Congji, where there is no future prison.Yan Shanjun told him that Qianyun was inside.

Qian Qiyu didn't believe it at all. For more than three years, he searched everywhere for Brother Yun's trace, but found nothing, but now he was told that Qian Yun was locked in the dungeon under the Changsheng Tianchi Lake in the West Sea.

But Lord Yanshan didn't give him a chance to inquire at all, and the blue-clothed boy who followed him was so vicious that he was directly tied into the rocky shallow sea.

It was only a moment ago that Qian Qiyu realized that Yan Chongming had no spiritual power and seemed to be seriously injured.But it was impossible for him to enter that dungeon.

Not to mention the superposition of seals and barriers here, and the unique banning technique of the Qian clan, which is to prevent the demons from escaping.

Now Yan Chongming cut off his wrist without hesitation and melted the blood of the royal family into this sea in order to break the ban.And the spiritual power of the blue-clothed boy next to him was about to run out.

Yan Chongming forcibly deprived the two of them of their spiritual power, and opened the barrier under the mountain.

Qian Qiyu was anxious and looking forward, this is the forbidden area of ​​Xihai, not to mention heavily guarded, if the father and king are alarmed, they will not be able to get rid of their ties, I am afraid that Brother Yun will be even more dangerous.

But his heart was also full of panic, since brother Yun was locked up here, there was no way he could escape.

At this moment, there was a loud rumble on the sea, and the stormy waves crashed on the shore. A huge nine-tailed fish flew in the air, and the king's coercion came from the air.

The blue-clothed boy beside him still shouted anxiously: "Yan Tiger...Yan Tiger..."

Qian Qiyu could feel the surrounding barriers tightening, and he was very anxious, when suddenly, he heard a loud sound of spiritual power colliding in the air, and then he heard the powerful voice of his father:

"It turned out to be Lord Yanshan. Lord Yanshan came to the West Sea, why didn't he know he would meet me. The West Sea is full of soldiers now, and I thought it was a demon attack. I hope that Lord Yanshan doesn't mind."

For a long time, no one answered.

After a long time, Qian Qiyu saw a dark figure walking slowly to the foot of the mountain, and said indifferently, "Go back to Yanshan Mountain."

The blue-clothed boy beside him finally saw Yan Chongming, hurriedly stood up from the water, and left with Yan Chongming.

Qian Qiyu was lying in the water, his body was cold, and the wound on his hand was still bleeding, but he felt empty in his heart.He wanted to ask Yan Chongming many questions, for example, did he see Brother Yun?What did Brother Yun say?How is Yundi?

But he understood better, it was useless.

Brother Yun is dead.

Snow began to fall on Yanshan Mountain, but the boy in blue felt that the arm of Lord Yanshan was colder than the snow. He supported Yan Chongming all the way back to Yanshan Mountain.

Yan Chongming's whole body was terribly cold, his face was as pale as paper, as if he had lost the temperature of a living person, the boy in blue was a little worried, just a moment ago, just after leaving the West Sea, Yan Tiger couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.With the palm of Xihai King, Yan Shanjun followed, without spiritual power.

Now, Lord Yanshan pushed him away and stood quietly in the heavy snow.

Ice and snow fell on him, covering his black hair and ink clothes with a layer of translucent white, as if melting into the snowstorm.

The boy in blue wanted to go forward to persuade him, but was forced back by those still indifferent eyes.

Suddenly there was a suppressed low cough, Yan Chongming moved a bit, and walked unsteadily to the attic on the back mountain. The boy in blue followed quickly, but Yan Chongming took out a guqin from the house.

The boy in blue just recognized that it was the peerless famous piano, Longmen Fengyu.

With a bang, Yanshanjun actually broke Longmen Yuyu.

The body of the piano is broken, and the strings are broken and whine.The blue-clothed boy froze in place, only to hear Yan Shanjun sneer: "Have you fulfilled your life's wish? They are all liars!"

No more memories, turned around and walked step by step to the closed stone room.