[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

A jade ultimatum came.

The jade certificate is the royal family tree, and Changqin was born in ancient times. Ouyang Mingri's party was engraved on the ancient jade, and only the birth date of Changqin was engraved with the name, surname and blood. The jade disk genealogy is kept in the ancestral hall. After loading the genealogy, it will be engraved specially for the descendants of the legitimate sons to show elegance and dignity.

Tomorrow Ouyang actually handed the jade document to Yi Shui like this, his eyes and brows were full of joy, and he ordered: "You go to Yaoshan, find an abandoned palace, and come back with samples for me."

"Master's former residence, Nanhua Palace?" Yi Shui looked at the jade document in his hand, and then at Murong Ziying, the pink cloud on the young man's cold face was still there, and he lowered his eyes to ignore him.

Yi Shui thinks that Ouyang Mingri dotes on this son too much, and asked him to go back to his former residence to get some spiritual objects, but he did not hesitate to reveal his whereabouts. Someone in the heavens took advantage of the prince's weak piano, so what should be done.Not to mention that he was a little jealous that the young man was favored by his master, the sword spirit was nothing more than a weapon, but if it reached such a level, it was absolutely unacceptable.

Ouyang picked up some chess pieces tomorrow, listened to Yi Shui's subtle advances and retreats, he said angrily: "The master has traveled all over the six worlds, why did he go to the former residence to fetch things, this son is too much trusted by the master, Yi Shui doesn't think it is good."

Murong Ziying was stunned, wanted to defend but couldn't say anything, Yi Shui was dissatisfied with Ouyang Mingri's favor and trust in him, but it had nothing to do with him.

The black and white chess pieces were dropped one by one, with a clear and clear voice, and Ouyang Mingri threw them all into the white chess basket, and there were a few eye-catching black colors in the whiteness.Ouyang tidied up his sleeves tomorrow and said, "I'm not a person who has no sense of propriety, just go ahead."

At this point, Yi Shui had no choice but to ask: "What does the master want to take?"

Ouyang Mingri said: "There is a ten-thousand-year sycamore tree in the palace courtyard, you can ask him to know."

Yi Shui got the order, and without knowing it, he pulled Murong Ziying out without any explanation, and dragged her out together, but Ouyang Mingri just ignored it.

The courtyard is full of flowers and plants, butterflies are busy, koi carp are playing in the pool, and the branches and vines are chaotic, lotus lotus and hibiscus are competing for red, green waves are green, and birds come and go alone, making a lot of noise.

Under the bright sun and golden light, Murong Ziying stood at the end of the water corridor, carefully looking at the words on the jade document. He was not familiar with these ancient words, but he felt that he had to take them seriously.This represents the identity and dignity of an ancient god, the prince of the Xihuang clan, Changqin. For Murong Ziying, no matter how he thinks about it, there are only two words "long time", and what is really in front of him is only him. His Royal Highness, Ouyang Mingri, a good doctor.

Yi Shui took back the jade document, saluted with his sword, and said sincerely, "The master has been in the world for more than seven hundred years, and he ordered the master to be lonely. The young master has a heart for the master and is favored and trusted. I hope the young master can get rid of some of the loneliness and regret for the master. .”

Prince Changqin has accumulated hatred for a long time, and it is a great relief to be able to melt away a little bit. It's just that it has been so cold for thousands of years, how can it ever be bathed in spring.

Murong Ziying didn't say anything, but watched Yi Shui turn into a sword light and leave.

Qionghua has stood in the world for a long time, Chen Mu is dying, gradually decaying, it is the time when the changes are getting worse, Murong Ziying grew up on the mountain since he was a child, he is tough and independent, with outstanding talents, and has never been treated as an ordinary child , and even being excluded in the sect, he raised this young man to be mature.However, Prince Changqin's doting on him was really pampering a child, which made Murong Ziying attached to him, reminded him that he was once a child, and made him look like a child in front of this person.

When he met the prince, he was just a child.He didn't keep it, not because he didn't enjoy it, but because he wanted more.

Insufficient people, eat the marrow to know the taste.

In mid-August, the heavy rain did not stop for three days. The sky was heavy and heavy, but everything seemed to be one with the earth. The curtains and rain curtains collapsed like stone beads, scattered and flowed, dim and dull, and the haze wrapped around people's hearts and coiled like silk. Lingering, cutting and more chaos.

The rain hits the glazed tiles, and the sound is like a drum. Ouyang Mingri is watching the rain from the promenade. The rain has not stopped. The courtyard is already green, fat, red and thin. The front of the corridor is like rain pouring down on the stone steps. Ouyang Mingri suddenly reaches out to catch the raindrops , was smashed painfully.

The wet green color was darker than black, Yi Shui went there for thirteen days, and finally returned in the rain.Perhaps it was because the rain was too heavy, and it pressed his steps even harder. His appearance could not be seen clearly in the hazy rain, only the black ink and the endless sound of water.

The stone steps were icy cold, the young man knelt down on one knee, held his sword in salute, the raindrops hit his face and splashed Ouyang Mingri's sleeves, he opened his palm and offered a bead as bright as white jade.

The gloom in Ouyang Mingri's heart did not diminish at all, but he evoked a smile, picked up the bead, ignored Yi Shui and knelt on the stone steps to take a shower, and softly called: "Murong, get a porcelain cup."

There was no one in the room to respond, but Murong Ziying came out immediately, took a small celadon cup, and was taken aback when she saw Yi Shui, while Ouyang Mingri's expression was unpredictable. To the extreme, it is almost broken, and it is about to explode. I can't help feeling a little apprehensive, and it is difficult to move forward.

Ouyang Mingri took the porcelain cup by himself, took half of the cup of rainwater, and put the white jade-like beads into it. His voice was crisp and clear. He cut his finger and dripped the blood into the cup intermittently. Zhu Dan was dizzy. The red is hot, the red is crazy, the sticky red mud is soaked in a seed that is not stained with dust.

"Go, look at it, don't do anything, don't think about anything until it sprouts." Ouyang put the bloody porcelain cup back into Murong Ziying's hands tomorrow, and he didn't want to look at the young man and waved it away. retreat.

The Zhumen closed lightly, the rain outside the corridor became more urgent, Yi Shui knelt down, and handed the jade certificate with both hands, watching Ouyang take it with his sleeves tomorrow, he heard him ask softly: "Yaoshan... How is it?"

Yi Shui said: "The water rises in the summer flood, the green forest is clear and prosperous, and the fairyland of Yuzhi Peak is as usual."

In the eyes of the peach blossoms, the gaze was as narrow as a mill, Yi Shui looked at the golden sleeves in front of him trembling slightly, and the sound of the brocade rubbing seemed to overwhelm the rain, so he continued: "Nanhua Palace has a new master, and it was the master when he was in the battle of the gods. , the head of the right-hand general under his command, now he is alone in the unified army."

The jade certificate slipped from the brocade clothes, jumped over the stone steps, and rolled into the pouring rain. The sound of exquisite gold and jade did not shed tears from the gods.

No.20 seven times

There are no six realms in the ancient times, the heaven and the earth are chaotic, the sun and the moon co-exist, there is Pangu, and then all things are ordered.

Nixia and purple fog surround Nan'a, ninety-nine golden pillars wrap fire and phoenix, majestic colored glaze, scorpion jewels and jade makeup, bright and bright, shining on the golden crow, Xuanjia gods hold halberds and stare, lined up under the pillars, passing by Those who dare not correct their heads.

The palace is embedded in the mountains, the caves are the palace, the stone mansion is vast, majestic and vast, and it will not change a little bit through the ages. It hangs childish children's clothes, skirts and straight trains, holds a stone wedge in its hand, falls to the ground, and kneels in front of the rock tablet. Ming.

Young children who are new to writing, are clumsy in writing and drawing. The sharp stone grinds the skin of the little hand to blood, the sound of hammering and chiseling is endless, and the ancient characters are stained with sweat and blood, and there is no half-pause.The seriousness of each stroke seems to give life to a sacred ceremony.

Sacrifice this body, Xing tribe, Anchen people.

In the heavy sound of the stone hitting, someone said coldly: "You are the prince of the Western Emperor, and you live for the Western Emperor. You must guard your home and country, love your subjects, prosper your tribe, and conquer foreign enemies. This is your only mission. You will never betray you forever. Never escape."

The words are as heavy as a mountain, and the high-pitched bells can't go away, clanging and frustrating.The sound of stone chiseling continued until the tripod was burnt with incense ashes and the steles were lined up with characters. Fang threw the stone wedge, and the sound shook his ears.

"Father God." The young boy stood up and walked towards Zhu Rong without resting. His right hand was trembling and bloody, and he didn't seem to feel the pain. He just asked, "I love my subjects, and my subjects love me?"

Zhu Rong said: "The subjects love the virtuous and capable king."

The young boy asked again: "I don't betray the clan, can the clan betray me?"

Zhu Rong frowned and said, "An Neng, Changqin Yufeng is here, and you can be the God of War in the future."

Changqin remained silent, ignorant of children, how could she know people's hearts, and swore to this, to pay for it for the rest of her life.

Jokes are all jokes, so what about the prince, what about the god of war, betrayed by the tribe, abandoned by the subjects, the prince plays the piano, absurd, absurd.

Ouyang said nothing tomorrow, like an angry child, sitting alone in the room, watching the sun rise and the moon set, the clouds disappear and the rain fade away, the anger and hatred in his heart are like a torrent, turbulent and cold, unable to express, only confusion and loneliness in his peach blossom eyes, starlight Dark and pitiful.

If you don't say anything for ten days, the partridge will linger.No difference between day and night, Ouyang tomorrow will not eat or drink, will not stop working, will not speak, and seems lifeless, becoming a luxurious dead thing.

Li Zhi took Empress Wu to the Eastern Capital, Prince Xian stayed in Chang'an alone, and repeatedly came to look for him, but was blocked by Yi Shui, no one came to see Ouyang Mingri again, Yi Shui did not dare to disobey orders, and Murong Ziying never showed up.

In the courtyard of the East Palace, Murong Ziying was probably the only one who lived a simple and clear life, with no other distractions, so that he was ignorant.He looked at the celadon cup filled with blood, and kept walking day and night. Ouyang said that it would germinate tomorrow. Although Murong Ziying felt that nourishing things with blood was not very righteous, she still looked forward to it.Only Ouyang Mingri can care about such a beauty hidden in nature.

The blood color in the porcelain cup faded day by day, and on the tenth day, it was already a cup of clear water, the white jade-like seeds were still not stained with dust, no one thought that the cup was overflowing with blood.

The white jade shattered, and the buds came out of the water, swaying, as if they had a soul, stretching their waists and limbs lazily, welcoming the spring.

Murong Ziying was very tired from taking a nap, woke up from a nap and saw this scene, sighed in amazement, beamed with joy, took the celadon cup to look for Ouyang Mingri, went in and out several times, knocked on the door and entered lightly, saw Ouyang Mingri sitting still, as if Close your eyes and rest your mind, and walk slowly to silence the sound.

Ouyang Mingri opened his eyes suddenly, and squinted at the past, frighteningly cold.

"Your Highness?" Murong Ziying called out, but felt that gaze was more like a sharp knife.

Ouyang Mingri only frowned slightly, his brows turned red, and he said to himself, "Father God is trapped in Guixu, who has the right to dare to abolish my position as crown prince? The clan officials entrusted by Father God actually bestowed my other palace on Yaoshan Mountain General, I think the power holders in the clan are entangled in the uprightness of the clan and treat me as a dead person