mandarin duck chess

The smell of medicine that lingers in the room permeates the air, and there are deliberately slowed footsteps coming from behind.

The white-haired man sitting high on the futon had a benevolent face and a dust whisk in his arms.

"Disciple Qingji pays homage to Lord Yaojun."

Yao Jun opened his eyes and smiled. "Your Majesty, please be safe and sound."

Qing Yu said shamelessly, "This disciple is not talented. Since Zhong Nanshan was granted a farewell title, in order to repay his kindness, now he has done that stupid thing against heaven."

"You..." Yao Jun stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"After hundreds of years of practice, don't you know that the so-called cause and effect must follow four words. I planted cause and effect that day, but it was just a definite number. It seemed to be a coincidence, but in fact it was just a calamity. And you and I are the real pawns."

Only then did Qing Yu understand the whole story, and he couldn't help sighing.

Thousands of years have passed since the Great Desolation and Daze, and the life book has been carved with fine strokes and strokes, which is nothing more than doomed.

But, is it really impossible to escape?

"You are the God of War in the past. If you are decades away, you will return with your flesh and blood. It is really not worth it right now."

The dim candlelight flickered uneasily, revealing a handsome face.

"I am just such a broken body now, a hundred years... It's too long."

"You have to know that even if you take this punishment for him, it will never be possible again."

"So what, he's been too tired for hundreds of years, it's time to rest."

"Besides..." He smiled again, the corners of his eyes were frivolous and confident, "How could we not meet?"

I never thought that I would not meet you, just like I never thought that I would not stop loving you.

The Nether Forest is originally a place of extreme darkness and coldness, so there are naturally many ghosts and ghosts.

Yao Jun's wooden disciple waved his sword in front of him without saying a word, and Wen Zhi's expression was calm all the way.

From time to time, there were mournful howls, mixed with the cries of countless wraiths, and the black shadows were twisted into countless ugly influences, tightly pulling the people passing by, and dragging them into the endless abyss together.

The white clothes were scratched and tattered, and the skin touched was instantly charred and painful.

"Come on, stay here..."

"Stay with me..."

The sinister voices of ghosts kept ringing out, Wen Zhi's eyes were calm, and he didn't try to stop them, letting them wreak havoc.

block what?White nothingness, and only in this way can the backlog of resentment be released.

The further you go, the fewer ghosts and monsters, and it is dark. At the end of the forest, a spring water bubbling out, and green mossy stones can be faintly seen underneath.

The moonlight is dark above the head, only the light of the nine-star line shines down directly.

"This is the Terrace of Reincarnation. People from the Celestial Clan are not allowed to enter below. Let me bid farewell. Master asked me to say something, you are now a mortal, if you regret it now..."

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes, and Wen Sheng interrupted, "Thank you."

Wen Qing saw that he had made up his mind to go, so he said no more, took his leave and left.

Wen Zhi squatted down slowly, cut his fingertips, and the blood beads were immediately rolled into the moss stone along the flowing water.

He only felt that his mind was torn apart, blood gushed out all over his body, and he seemed to be unconscious in pain. He looked at the past like floating clouds, laughed and cursed, and lingered infatuatedly.

"Wen Zhi, Wen Zhi..."

"Ah Zhi..."

Wen Zhi was dazed, stretched out his hand to touch, but felt nothingness, and smiled brightly again.

"That's all, from now on we will not owe each other."