Huangquan Roadside Inn

In the apse of the Hall of Eternal Life, in the Qifang Terrace built near the water, Emperor Donghua dressed in purple was sitting on the ground. He stood up when he saw Luo Feng and Mingjun in black clothes swaying the floor towards Qifang Terrace.

The long hair is like ink, pouring down like a stream of light and drooping behind him, his eyebrows are picturesque, reflecting a bit of coldness: "You're back?"

"I take over the Hades, this is the first time you have come to my Palace of Eternal Life." The corners of Ming Jun's lips slightly raised, and he sat down with Emperor Donghua again, and Luo Feng served tea.

Emperor Donghua raised his eyes lightly, staring at the masked Lord Ming in front of him, his breathing sank slightly: "Is everything settled?"

"En." Mingjun replied, picked up the teapot and poured tea for Emperor Donghua: "I picked this tea when I was passing by the misty snow top, and it tastes pretty good."

"I came here this time to tell you that there has been a change in Lei Zechi in recent days." Emperor Donghua watched Mingjun's every move and spoke slowly.

Mingjun put down the hand of the teapot and paused, his calm eyes were a little surprised after all: "Lei Zechi has changed? Could it be that he can sense the Anyoutai being destroyed? Heh, I am not afraid of him. Since he has changed, I will seal him again." Just once."

Emperor Donghua stared at Mingjun in front of him, and sighed slightly: "When the world was not opened, you and I were born together in this world. We are both descendants of Pangu, and I am naturally closer to you than others."

Mingjun nodded and nodded, "Of course I know this. Anyway, I once called you brother."

Emperor Donghua sighed: "In the past, you sealed the Demon Lord by yourself. Although you never said it, I still know how many injuries you have suffered. You have been whipped for 200 years in Lei Zechi. Now Lei Zechi Zechi has changed again, I am worried that you will not be able to bear it."

Mingjun nodded obediently: "Naturally, but brother, do you still remember what I told you once, that after Wu Wangtian fought, I was rescued by a mortal."

Emperor Donghua raised his hand to hold the teacup in front of him, but when he heard Mingjun's words, his hands paused, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, and looked up at Mingjun:

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Because I went to Lei Zechi to be tortured, I never made an appointment with him in the afterlife, but I never thought that he would actually be the ferryman of this underworld. After all, it was after I went to be tortured. You say it was a coincidence." When Mingjun mentioned the person in his heart, even his eyes were extraordinarily soft.

On the contrary, Emperor Donghua carefully placed the teacup on the small table: "Oh? Really."

"I missed him for 500 years and failed to protect him well. Therefore, I still want to protect him in the underworld. Therefore, I will also think of a perfect plan for this change in Lei Zechi, so that I don't hurt myself." Mingjun held the pot, and then poured tea for Emperor Donghua, and he also reflected the surprise of Emperor Donghua at that moment in his heart, and he had doubts.

Why is it that when Baixi is mentioned, Emperor Donghua's expression is moved? Could it be that the person Baixi is waiting for is the emperor Donghua who has gone through a lot of calamities?

Or is it false that Luo Feng said that Nie Changfeng vanished into ashes?

"Brother, I have something to ask, how long was the last time you experienced a catastrophe?" Mingjun asked seriously with a slightly restrained expression.

Emperor Donghua raised his eyes and looked at Lord Ming, and said for a moment, "It was probably more than a thousand years ago, what's wrong?"

Mingjun put the teapot down, but he really didn't believe it in his heart, but Emperor Donghua refused to say anything, and he couldn't ask any more questions, so he said, "Since that's the case, brother, I have something to ask you."

"It's rare, the Emperor of the Underworld still has a day to ask for help from others?" Emperor Donghua finally had a smile on his lips, motioning for the Emperor to speak.

Mingjun nodded, pondered for a moment, and then told Emperor Donghua his request, but after Emperor Donghua heard it, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, even so, he nodded in response:

"I can promise you this matter, but if you can make him let go of his obsession, it will be considered a merit, but you, you are the emperor of the underworld, you must not move other thoughts."

Mingjun stared at Emperor Donghua's eyes for a moment, then nodded.

In the past two days at the Huangquan Inn, Baixi told Qingyu about the story of the little white worm turning into a flood dragon, and also told him about Xueya being the demon king of Wanyaoling.

It's just that when Xueya is mentioned, Bai Xi always feels a little uncomfortable in his heart, he can't explain clearly, and always feels panic in his heart, as if some important event has happened.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the inn door fluctuated, and Lu Yao, who was trembling slightly, fell into the inn lobby and fell to the ground.

Baixi and Qingyu quickly got up in surprise and ran towards Lu Yao. The round collar robe on his body was covered with tears and stained with blood, and there were two more scars on his face, and half of his face was stained red with blood. Face.

At this moment, he was dying, but he still raised his head, and handed over the soul bag with his blood-stained hands: "Master Bai...Master Baixi..."

"Luyao, Luyao." Bai Xi looked at his shocking hands, but tightly clenched the soul bag, and hurriedly called him.

"This is... the... soul that I ferried, I... can... protect you now." Lu Yao's eyes were slackened, a smile appeared on the corner of his bloody mouth, and then he fainted in Bai Xi's arms.

Bai Xi handed over the soul-suppressing bag in his hand to Qing Yu, and hurriedly carried Lu Yao up to her room on the second floor.

Seeing Lu Yao's blood dripping, Bai Xi only felt his scalp tingling, and there were almost scars all over from head to toe, and the opened flesh stopped bleeding due to the use of mana.

Only the jade pendant around his waist, which symbolized the level of the ferryman, became extremely bright red and translucent after being stained with blood.

Bai Xi worked hard to heal Lu Yao's wounds, because the medicine powder Bai Ci sent before was running out, so Bai Xi spent a lot of effort on this healing.

After healed, Bai Xi was sweating profusely, and his body was a little weak, but seeing Lu Yao's face, Bai Xi also heaved a sigh of relief, changed his bloody clothes, and walked out of the room Door.

"Brother Baixi, how is that child?" Qingyu waited anxiously at the stairs.

Bai Xi nodded: "The injury has stabilized, and he will be fine after taking care of him. Where is his ferrying soul?"

"Don't worry, Brother He Qiu has already taken him away, but..." Looking at Bai Xi's tired face, Qingyu felt a little embarrassed, and hesitated to speak.

"Just what?" Bai Xi asked curiously.

"The soul he is ferrying is the soul that Class B ferrymen have been afraid of for nearly 200 years." Qing Yu looked into Bai Xi's eyes and said softly.

"What?" Bai Xi was a little surprised.

"Fifteen miles outside Fengjiang City, there was a war 200 years ago. An army stationed there was calculated by the opposing general, and because of the terrain of the valley, it was completely burned down by the general's camp." Qing Yu Looking at Baixi solemnly, he introduced seriously.

"And then?" Bai Xi couldn't help asking.

"Then, every night in this valley, there will be the sound of war drums, the sound of horseshoes, and screams, because there are too many deaths, and the resentment there is also extremely heavy. In the past 200 years, many second-level ferrymen will Go to ferry the soul there, but in the end, you will be hurt by the soul there." Qingyu sighed, looking worriedly at Lu Yao who was sleeping in Baixi's room.

"Those are all martial arts practitioners. After turning into ghosts, coupled with the previous resentment, they are vicious ghosts that no one dares to approach." Bai Xi also reacted, and Qingyu nodded:

"Brother He Qiu said that he didn't expect that Lu Yao would dare to ferry the souls in Fengjiang City alone, and he brought back all the souls in Fengjiang City. With such merit, he should be promoted to a first-class ferryman. "Qing Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief and sighed slightly.

"But the injuries all over his body, I would rather he not upgrade so quickly." Bai Xi sighed helplessly: "He is so reckless, I really don't know whether it is good or bad."

"Generally speaking, Lu Yao can be regarded as a miracle in our Underworld. It took 80 years to be promoted to the second level, and it took ten years to be promoted to the first level. This speed..." Qingyu gave a thumbs up, watching Baixi's face recover. After a while, he quickly helped him to sit down on the chair in the hall.

Unexpectedly, just after sitting down and resting for a while, there was a sound from the gate of the underworld in the backyard. Qingyu quickly raised her head and saw a person coming up from the backyard, but that person was not from the underworld, so she was a little surprised:

"Who are you and how did you come here from Huangquan?"

"Axi." The man called softly, and his tone was a little indifferent.

But in Bai Xi's ears, it was like a thunderclap, and she cast her eyes on him in surprise.

The light purple clothes are particularly elegant, black hair hangs behind him, and a silver hairpin is slanted on the curly hair. His eyes are cold, but he meets Bai Xi's eyes, and he also stretches out his hand to him: "A Xi, come here!" .”

"Chang... Changfeng?" Bai Xi murmured incredulously, and regardless of his weak body at the moment, he quickly left Qing Yu and ran towards him, threw himself into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

As if he had regained a treasure, he hugged it cautiously, but did not dare to relax. Tears rolled down his eyes only twice before they fell down: "Am I dreaming... Am I dreaming?"

"You're not dreaming, it's me." Chang Feng stood stiffly, his tone was cold and alienated from him.

"You really...you are still here, you are still here." Bai Xi held him in his arms, not daring to let go, and he was reluctant to let go. The heartache and grievances of the past 500 years burst at this moment, and could no longer be stopped Seems like.

"Yes, I'm still here, but the fate between you and me is over, why are you obsessed with it?" Chang Feng held Bai Xi's trembling shoulders, peeled him off from himself, and took a step back.

Bai Xi looked at him in disbelief, and was about to call out his name, but saw a purple light flashing by. Standing in front of him was no longer Chang Feng, but Donghua Emperor in purple robe, with a cold and distant face .

"You... aren't Chang Feng?" Bai Xi said hastily.

"I am Changfeng." Emperor Donghua responded, "Nie Changfeng."