[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

, blending into the color of snow, Zheng Ji was wearing a dark red uniform beside him, with a long knife buckled at his waist, and the whiteness of the sky and the earth set off a few traces of glamour.The ice and snow lotus ignites a wisp of red fire, which is pleasing to the eye, as if it was made in heaven.

The road finally came to an end, and when Ouyang Yingying was sent outside the mansion, Zheng Ji bid farewell.The wind was extremely strong, Ouyang Yingying fastened her fur coat and shook off the snowflakes. As soon as she stepped on the steps, she couldn't help turning her head to take a look. Seeing the dark red figure from behind, she felt a sense of enthusiasm in her heart.

Ouyang Yingying was a little anxious, she jumped down the steps and waded into the snow, and called out to Zheng Ji.

It was already dark, and each other's figures could not be seen clearly in the wind and snow. Zheng Ji was waiting for Ouyang Yingying to speak.But Ouyang Yingying didn't know what to say, she was so cold that her face turned blue, she just looked at the motionless person on the opposite side, it seemed that no matter how long she was silent, Zheng Ji could wait for as long as possible.

But Ouyang Yingying didn't say anything after all, she breathed hot air, rubbed her stiff face, looked ruddy, showed a charming smile, turned around slowly, and ran briskly through the door.

The night seemed too long, and the sound of the hourglass became lazy.

It was very late at night, and Ouyang Mingri's room had been vacant for a long time, and it was even colder at this time.Five or six candlesticks were lighted one by one, and the darkness in the room receded immediately behind him, and a faint yellow as soft as warm water fainted, and the warmth was harmonious.

The dark night is the world of monsters, and Ouyang Mansion, shrouded in the aura of fairy spirits and dragon veins, seems not to have noticed this polite intruder.

At midnight, it was an extremely cloudy day, Zheng Ji came uninvited, as if entering a deserted land, went straight into the master's room, and lit a candle.He walked around the screen, walked to the cold couch, looked around in the faint moonlight, and quickly found what he wanted.

A bronze mirror on the dressing table was quietly leaning against the corner. On the light gold mirror was an astonishingly beautiful flower, which had not yet bloomed and was already breathtaking.Blood-red, like a bird with half-spread feathers, shyly shaking its petals uneasily.

This flower is endowed with an extraordinary soul, it is the fetish that Ouyang Mingri brought back from Yaoshan Mountain, and it was sealed in this mirror when it was about to bloom.This flower is a relic of the Phoenix Emperor. The prince Changqin originated from the sun eyes at the two poles of the heaven and the earth. His soul follows the Suzaku Fire Phoenix. This flower is bred with blood, which can cleanse the body and soul of all living beings in the six realms.

What does it mean, get it, let him get rid of the blood of the demon, or cut off the connections, no longer a half-demon, no longer condemned by the two worlds of humans and monsters, no longer always worry about going crazy because of the weird blood, and worry about it all day long.The most important thing is that it can make him stronger, so tempting, how can Zheng Ji not be tempted.

But Ouyang took the flowers tomorrow because of Murong Ziying, because he wanted to help him ascend to the sky one step at a time.For Murong Ziying, this was very scary.

"It's true that one favors one more than another." Zheng Ji complained, reaching out to touch the flower in the mirror.

Suddenly the glass broke, the cold knife came out of its sheath, and with a pipa sound of shock, Zheng Ji withdrew his hand like lightning, his fingertips pricked into his heart, and a bright blood drop oozed out.

The plucking of the strings started, and the lingering sound was not exhausted. Zheng Ji had already rushed out of the window. The sound of the pipa was ethereal and distant, like soft gauze and water. You can almost imagine the light and nimble fingers of the player, gently stroking the strings.

Zheng Ji didn't change his original shape, he was still as agile as a fox, silent as a shadow, the sound of the pipa turned sharply to a high level, and then stopped abruptly, as if he had hit a wall, and he also stopped.

There was a night-like woman sitting on the eaves of the Chongyu, her whole body was wrapped in black gauze, she had no variegated color all over her body, the black gauze was shrouded in black mist, only a pair of blue eyes were exposed, glowing like a cat. Yingguang, as cold as a stone.

Zheng Jiyin looked at her fiercely, took a deep breath, slowly clenched his fingers, and said with a sneer: "Ouyang Jun is a fairy, using monsters to deal with me, a half-demon, don't you think it's demeaning?"

The woman's emerald-like eyes had no pupils, let alone the slightest bit of anger. Zheng Ji felt that her face under the black veil was as cold and hard as a stone carving.

She sneered when she heard the words, making people shudder in the dark night. It was a woman's voice, but it was Ouyang Mingri's emotion.

Zheng Ji suddenly thought of the pain of thousands of ants biting his bones, fear took root in his heart, and Ouyang Mingri's fear made him dare not face it directly.He stared at the woman's eyes, took half a step back, the woman also saw his movement, the pipa sounded again, not at all soft, the passionate sound was like two armies fighting, like a waterfall torrenting.

In an instant, the black sarong was in front of her eyes, and the woman's hands were as pale as paper under the black entanglement, and her sharp nails were glowing. One hand grabbed Zheng Ji's throat, and the other stabbed at his heart.The soft black veil brushed against his face repeatedly, and death was approaching inch by inch. Zheng Ji felt his body getting colder and colder, but he desperately wanted to resist Ouyang Mingri's power, unwilling to succumb to this fear.

The tune is treacherous, and the woman's coquettish attitude is like a demon, spinning and jumping lightly, twisting her waist with the wind, like a blooming mandala, being played in the rhythm.The pipa wants to speak hard, and the strings are as gentle as a knife.

After some entanglement, Zheng Ji gradually became weaker and weaker. The woman had no killing intent, but her moves were deadly. She was just a puppet affected by the sound of a pipa, a special weapon.He wished he could drop that damned pipa, but he didn't dare to face Ouyang Mingri face to face.

Zheng Ji could only dodge, all his attacks passed through the woman's body, as if through the air, he looked into the woman's eyes, showing pain, and murmured: "Ouyang Jun..."

The woman froze for a moment, her green stone-like eyes were still cold, but she stopped moving, the sound of the pipa stopped, the sharp edge broke, Zheng Ji turned into a white fox, and immediately hid in the snow.

The cold wind was blowing at the door, the lamp was not lit in the study, the moonlight was weak, and there were little silver spots carved out.Ouyang Mingri loosened the fastened strings, put the black pipa in his arms on the table, and sighed softly.

The golden thread vibrates slightly, the rich door opens, and snowflakes fly in.

In the first month of the second year of Yonglong, the eldest son of the crown prince was born. He was named Li Chongrun, and he was established as the grandson of the emperor. He was pardoned and held a banquet in the East Palace. The emperor and his ministers celebrated together.

Not long after Ouyang left the customs tomorrow, he received an invitation card, so he would naturally go.But before that, he still had to deal with one thing.

That pipa is a monster without spiritual knowledge, extremely murderous, and Ouyang Mingri's power is bound by the dragon veins, even to the point where he can't subdue the monster for hundreds of years. It's really easy to use it, but this monster doesn't distinguish between enemy and friend, so it will inevitably behave randomly kill.

Any gain in this world means a price.

On a sunny day, the weather is coldest when the snow melts, and the sky is sunny, but you can't feel the warmth.

The window was half open, and the golden sunlight streamed in. Facing the light, Ouyang Mingri slowly unfolded the scroll.The face of the woman in the blue dress remains the same in the painting, fresh and familiar, not only the habit and fineness of the brush, but also the unique charm and smile on the lips are exactly the same as Zheng Guanyin in my own pen.

Murong Ziying was making tea in the back, knowing that Ouyang Mingri was thinking about others, so she naturally didn't disturb her, but suddenly Ouyang Mingri praised: "Who has such ability, seems to know what I'm thinking."

"I don't know." Murong Ziying answered truthfully.

Ouyang Mingri caressed the woman's sleeves, and said with a teasing smile: "Except for my marriage, you really didn't do anything."

Murong Ziying didn't move for a while, she kept shaking her dissatisfied teacup, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Why doesn't Your Highness leave the capital?"

Ouyang Mingri didn't say a word, the golden sun shone on his crimson clothes, which looked very hot in winter.

In just a few days, Ouyang Mingri couldn't think of a way to completely control the demon. He was different from others. A few days and a few years were the same for him. He didn't like unnecessary hesitation, so he made a decision quickly .

On the eve before going to the East Palace for a banquet, Ouyang went to bed early tomorrow, and the personnel in the mansion also rested early.The sky was heavy and cloudy, with no stars and moons shimmering, and it was so dark before dawn that you were blind.

Wrapped in black gauze, it looks like a wraith is entangled and flying. The woman stands alone on the ridge of the roof, with her arms outstretched, and the black gauze flutters like a black butterfly.She has no spiritual consciousness, all her actions are instinctive, and she stands there alone, as if she has been lonely for thousands of years, and her heart is as cold as stone.Mostly, it's just that, poor people must have something to hate.

Killing can only be inflicted on the weak, here only Murong Ziying is a low-level cultivator, and his aura is light and attractive.

At dawn, Murong Ziying slept restlessly, and the resentment was as painful as his skin. He jumped up suddenly, and a pair of bright green eyes stared at him in the darkness, as cold as ice.Murong Ziying immediately turned over and backed away, and wiped the left side of his face. He was scratched, and a strong evil spirit was beating in the wound.

The woman raised her hand to pinch the veil, as if she wanted to take it off. Murong Ziying had an intuition that if she saw what this woman looked like, she might regret it for the rest of her life.Before finding out the reason for this thought, Murong Ziying had already jumped out of the window.

Suddenly a dull sound came, Murong Ziying paused, and rushed to Ouyang Mingri's room.The moment he pushed open the door, the candle light lit up, and Ouyang Mingri was sitting not far behind the door, neatly dressed and in good spirits, his crown was lifted by the incoming wind, he just smiled and looked at the person who pushed the door.

The beautiful black pipa on the ground has been smashed, the strings are broken, the neck is broken, the body of the piano is completely cracked, and the black wood chips have lost their luster. It makes people feel distressed to see it, but Ouyang Mingri's eyes that take in the world tell him that all this is not worth caring about. .

Murong Ziying didn't know what happened, blood flowed from his cheeks to his collar, the pain tore his spirit, but he became more and more dizzy, everything in front of him became blurred.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?" Murong Ziying stepped over the broken piano on the ground, and walked to Ouyang Mingri with some trembling.

Seeing his blood-stained face, Ouyang Mingri was really distressed, and he stretched out his hand to embrace him.Murong Ziying fell into a coma, and the blood of Ran Sha continued to flow, staining their sleeves red.

"Murong, do you feel pain?" Ouyang Mingri caressed his face lovingly, exorcising evil spirits and healing his wounds, rubbing his face gently