The Legend of Shu Wu: Tianxiangye Dyeing Clothes

When Feng Xuebi left the Houtu Palace, it alarmed the disciples of the witches and witches stationed at Tianpeng Yunque, and the disciples of the witches and witches chased Jiaping one after another.

But Jiaping is already a fairy, and all the disciples of the gods and witches were defeated.

Jiaping has been flustered, but he can't look back.

Just as he arrived at the Tianshen Temple in Luocheng, the capital of Shu, the sorcerer Chang Tiri intercepted Jiaping with a crane-feathered witch staff.

Although the god witch Changtiri bears the title of a witch, he is actually an immortal, unlike other witches who are only half-immortals.

Jiaping has a jade beast ring in his hand, and he even draws with the witch Changtiri.

Tiri was surprised, so he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and sacrificed a white jade flower bell, and Jiaping was finally bound.

At this time, Yu Fuyu, king of Shu, walked out of the temple of the gods and called out, "The head of the gods and witches!"

Tiri turned around and performed a witch ritual: "Your Majesty."

Yu Fuyu returned the salute, then looked at Jiaping: "Isn't this Jiaping, the monarch of Jia Kingdom? What happened?"

Tiri: "Jiaping stole the Phoenix Blood Bi, and I came here specially to capture him. I'm going back to report to the Great God of Nine Consciousnesses, my lord, farewell."

Yu Fuyu: "Spiritual witch chief, please go ahead."

Tiri swiped the crane-feather witch stick in the air, and the space was instantly distorted into a star hole, and the space-time gap was opened.

Tiri brought Jiaping back to Houtu Palace.

Yu Fuyu murmured to himself: "It's a pity, it's almost there, the witches of our clan are really hard to deal with."

Jiaping was taken back to the main hall of Houtu Palace by Tiri.

Jiaping meets the lifeless Tianxiang.

Tianxiang still held the broken life bell in her hand.

Jiu Shiqing is treating Tianxiang, but Tianxiang is looming and will return to her original shape.

When Jiu Shiqing saw that Jiaping had been arrested, he immediately withdrew his divine power.

Feng Xuebi returned to Jiu Shiqing's hands.

Jiaping staggered over, eyes full of disbelief: "Tianxiang, it's impossible, Tianxiang him?"

"He's already dead." Jiu Shiqing walked towards Jiaping step by step: "Are you satisfied now?"

Jiaping yelled frantically: "No! That's not the case! I didn't hurt his vitals at all with my palm!"

Yingshi sobbed: "Do you think you are still a mortal now?! You are already a fairy, and your spiritual power is dedicated to restraining demons! You are the one who killed brother Tianxiang!"

Jiaping's eyes were red, he staggered towards Jiushiqing, and grabbed Jiushiqing's skirt: "God Jiushi, please save Tianxiang. You are the God of Chaos, so you must have a way to save Tianxiang."

Jiu Shiqing just glanced at Jiaping calmly: "His fate is broken."

Jiaping's eyes were red: "I'm willing to trade my life for it."

Jiu Shiqing waved his sleeve, Jiaping vomited blood and was thrown away.

Jiang Li wanted to rescue Jiaping, but found that he was restrained, and the one who could restrain him was probably Jiu Shiqing.

Jiu Shiqing glanced at the lifeless Tianxiang, and said calmly, "Your life is not worthy."

Although it was an understatement, Jiu Shiqing's anger could still be felt.

Because Jiaping is a fairy body, his ability to resist beatings has gone up to more than one level.

He struggled to get up, and staggered towards Jiu Shiqing, but before he could reach him, he was beaten away by Jiu Shiqing's divine power.

Jiaping still didn't give up, his body was covered in blood, he crawled over with all his strength, and grabbed Jiushiqing's skirt corner: "God Jiushi, please... save Tianxiang, you must have a way."

At this time, Yingshi also knelt down: "Master, please save Tianxiang."

Jiang Li also shouted: "God of Jiuzhi, please let them go."

Xiao Huangli also grabbed Jiu Shiqing's clothes and opened her big wet eyes: "Master, please save Brother Tianxiang, Li'er is willing to spend all her life to save them."

Jiu Shiqing looked at Xiao Huangli with a relaxed expression: "Li'er, this is not caused by you, you don't have to take responsibility for them."

Xiao Huangli: "But brother Tianxiang is my relative."

Jiu Shiqing patted her little head: "The cause they created should be borne by them."

Jiu Shiqing glanced at Jiaping: "Are you really willing to exchange your life?"

Seeing a turning point, Jiaping was ecstatic: "Yes, yes, I am willing!"

Jiu Shiqing: "You don't need your life, but your immortal root."

Jiaping: "..."

Jiu Zhiqing smiled lightly and said, "What? I can't bear it? That's right, everyone wants to become a fairy. How could they want to be immortal after finally gaining immortality?"

Jiaping: "I am willing!"

Jiu Shiqing: "Under one god, above ten thousand immortals, isn't this your wish?"

Jiaping remained silent.

Jiu Zhiqing smiled lightly and said, "That person from the heaven probably never imagined that you would turn your back so soon."

Jiaping clenched his fists: "For so long, Tianxiang has been protecting me. This time, I want to protect him once."

Jiu Shiqing knelt down and covered Jiaping's head with his hands: "Giving up the fairy root means that you will continue to experience the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death."

Jiaping: "I don't regret it."

Jiu Shiqing: "Tianxiang will be reborn, but he will no longer remember you, and he will not remember everything you have experienced."

Jiaping closed his eyes, tears falling down.

Jiaping felt a great weightlessness, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in a huge vortex, but he couldn't break free.

Slowly, traces of spiritual power were drawn away, and the fairy root in the sea of ​​consciousness was cut off, Jiaping only felt that his whole body had collapsed.

After casting the spell, Jiu Shiqing also felt a little bad, and his body shook.

Extracting other people's celestial roots to save another person is against the law of heaven. Even if one party is willing, but because the practice is also a forbidden technique, Jiu Shiqing, as the god of chaos, has also suffered a lot of backlash.

Jiu Shiqing's face turned pale and looked even colder.

And the fragments of Tianxiang's life bell are slowly gathering up, returning to its original state.

Jiu Shiqing left a sentence: "Yingshi, I'm afraid I will fall into a deep sleep again, you take good care of them."

Seeing that Jiu Shiqing was about to faint to the ground, Yingshi hadn't had time to reach out.

A gust of breeze passed, and Jiu Shiqing was hugged by Luo Shen who rushed over after hearing the news.

Tiri couldn't restrain his excitement, and called out: "Master!"

Luo Shen nodded, and then glanced at everyone, especially with killing intent towards Jiaping.

But he thought of Jiu Shiqing's instructions, so he endured it.

With a wave of his sleeves, Luoshen hugged Jiu Shiqing and disappeared on the spot.

Yingshi, Hua Ningfang and Hua Qingxue settled Tianxiang and Jiaping together.

Jiaping heard a meow in a daze, and something pressed against his chest.

Opening his eyes, his eyes met, Xiao Miao was sitting upright on his chest.

Xiao Miao tilted her head: "Meow?"

Jiaping wanted to pet its head, but Xiaomiao shook his head and walked away in disgust.

Jiaping felt helpless, but thought of Tianxiang again: "Tianxiang."

Jiaping became a mortal again, and his body was very weak.

But he didn't care about his frailty and wanted to find Tianxiang.

Jiang Li happened to appear and stopped him from getting up: "Don't move, your injuries are still not healed."

Jiaping grabbed Jiang Li's arm: "Master, where is Tianxiang?"

Jiang Li: "He...he hasn't woken up yet."

Jiaping hurriedly said: "I want to see him."

Just after staying in the bed, Jiaping was still a little unsteady, Jiang Li supported him: "I'll take you to see him."

Tianxiang was still unconscious, but the slightly heaving chest indicated that Tianxiang had been rescued.

Yingshi was watching him by the bed.

Jiaping quickly stepped forward to hold Tianxiang's hand, and called softly: "Tianxiang, Miss Yingshi, what's going on?"

Yingshi: "Master extracts your celestial root to save Tianxiang with the forbidden technique of Shu witchcraft. This is against the law of heaven. Tianxiang needs to sleep to adapt and recover."

Jiaping: "Then how long will he sleep for?"

Yingshi shook her head: "I don't know, maybe it's a few months, maybe it's decades."

Jiaping stared at the sleeping Tianxiang, and suddenly smiled, very lightly: "Miss Yingshi, can Tianxiang be taken care of by me?"

Yingshi: "Of course, the master said, whether you go or stay, it's all up to you. Tianpeng Yunque, except for the Houtu Palace, will not restrict you. Tianxiang will be handed over to you. If you need anything , just tell the disciple of the God Witch directly, I will accomplish it for you."

Jiaping: "Thank you."

Jiang Li patted Jiaping on the shoulder and left with Yingshi.

Jiaping stared at Tianxiang: "Tianxiang, I remember you said that you like Xiangfei bamboos, so your house is full of Xiangfei bamboos. You said that Xiangfei loved Emperor Shun deeply, so after Emperor Shun died, she shed tears on green bamboos. I love you so much, I can’t help myself. It turns out that you have always been a peony flower that misses the ordinary. The golden house hides the beauty, and the heavenly fragrance dyes the clothes. In fact, at the beginning, I tried my best to get close to you, and I was using you. I thought I would be like As originally envisaged, revenge, destruction, rebirth, and then take that position. But I never thought that I would fall into it, I lost, but I have no regrets. I hope, I can see you wake up before the end of my life Come on. Maybe, by then, you won't know who I am anymore."

Jiang Li naturally knew that he was fooled by Jiaping.

Although it was the girl in red who made him a fake memory, but after so many years with Jiaping as his master and apprentice, he still has feelings for him.

Jiang Li still recognizes Jiaping as his apprentice.

The floating clouds in the sky are like white clothes, and the silk must change like a gray dog.

Time flies, 60 years have passed.

Jiaping changed from a handsome boy to a gray-haired old man.

Jiaguo was destroyed by Shangguo, Si Ning and Yao An returned to Kunlun Yuxu Peak to continue practicing, Yueya followed Jiang Li to Chudi to practice, but Tianxiang still showed no sign of waking up.

Jiaping is very calm, taking care of Tianxiang meticulously every day.

Tianxiang's original residence was destroyed by Lei Jie, and Xiangfei bamboo was also destroyed, so Jiaping replanted Xiangfei bamboo around Tianxiang's new residence.

Jiang Li, Si Ning and Yao An would often visit him.

Seeing such a peaceful Jiaping, Jiang Li wondered if Jiaping had been taken away.

The disciples of the God Witch have also changed batch after batch, but everyone knows that Elder God Witch Dong Tianxiang has been unconscious for some reason, and there is an old man by his side who has been taking care of him.

Everyone didn't know his first and last name, but they all called him "Jiabo".

Jia Bo is a mortal, but was allowed by the God of Nine Senses to walk freely in Tianpeng Yunque.

One day, Jiang Li calculated that Jiaping's deadline was approaching, so he rushed to see Jiaping for the last time.

At this time, Jiaping was lying on the bed in a daze.

Because Jiang Li is a Chu Wu, he has been practicing, so his appearance has not changed.

Jiaping didn't recognize Jiang Li, he grabbed Jiang Li's sleeve: "Little friend, is Tianxiang awake?"

Jiang Li hesitated to speak: "He..."

At this time, the bamboo door was gently pushed open.

The warm sunlight poured into the room, and she was dressed in white, and her ink hair was lightly flowing, as if she was wearing a golden gauze.

With familiar eyebrows, he called out, "Are you Jiabo?"

Even though Jiaping no longer recognizes other people, he still recognizes Tianxiang.

Jiaping smiled, with tears in his eyes: "You're awake, Elder Tianxiang."

Tianxiang nodded, her voice was still like a breeze blowing willows, but it was a little more cold and unfamiliar: "I heard from Yingshi that you have been taking care of me, thank you. Do you have any wishes, do you need me to fulfill them for you?"

Jiaping: "I have no wish, I just hope you are well."

Tianxiang's heart ached slightly, she frowned and said, "Jiabo, did we know each other before?"

Jiaping shook his head: "I don't know, I just follow the instructions of the Great God of Jiuzhi to take care of you."

Tianxiang: "Then you have a good rest, I will find the spirit grass to renew your life."

Jiaping stretched out his hand to Tianxiang: "No need..."

Tianxiang subconsciously stepped forward to hold Jiaping's hand, and the wrinkled Jiaping gave him an extremely ugly smile.

Tianxiang waited for his next words, but saw that Jiaping just stared at him, then slowly closed his eyes, and slowly slipped his hands down.

Tianxiang's heart was full of extreme grief, he didn't know that he had already burst into tears.

Why?Why did his death make him feel so heartbroken even though he didn't know this mortal.

At this time, a roll of silk fell out of Jiaping's sleeve.

There is a song written on the silk, the name of the song is "Xiangfei Song".

The melody is sad and lingering, as if telling about the deep love between Emperor Shun and Concubine Xiang:

In the twilight bamboo, where the smoke fills the air, tears fall, the candle of the incense soul,

The rain holds the bead, leaves the song road, stops.

Reminiscing about the beginning of green, the sound of Shao, the beauty lying down, the lovesickness cooking,

The words are endless, the meaning is full of bamboo, and the heart is enlightened.

Curly, the autumn wind blows, the night has no trace, the stars are countless,

Dongting Xi, under the leaves, the fragrance flows crisp.

Emerald green peaks, begonia catkins, shadows of phoenix trees, silver butterfly dance,

Humming, crying even more, late in the evening.

Red Sandalwood Ember, Qingxiao Zhu, Qing Wuyan, Jin Jianshu,

The sound of the fairy is faint, and the phoenix is ​​stationed, it is difficult to moisten.

Thinking of the king, tear-stained bamboo, water is easy to trace, melancholy is blocked,

At the end of the spring, wandering around the winding path,

Chunhua is exhausted, and the winding path is full of wandering.

There is a poem in later generations: "Cui (cui) and Fang Cong have different origins and interests. The temples are white today, and the flowers are red last year. The color follows the morning dew, and the fragrance chases the evening wind. Why wait for it to fall, and then you will know the emptiness."