The Moon God Changxi [Honghuang]

The clouds are high and the fog is light, up and down.

Donghuang Taiyi sat alone in the hall.

Calculating the secrets over and over again.

His talent for this is not so outstanding, nor is it in the forefront of the wild. After all, from the very beginning, he has no interest in this kind of thing, and he has no feeling.

But now that he is a saint, it is due to the characteristics that are almost connected with the way of heaven, so it is considered a lot easier.

At this moment, he didn't know how many times he had done it.

As for the result?

So far, it's not ideal, at least for him.

The pictures passed over and over again in my mind, but there were very few things that I had never seen before, and there were very few places that could be completed.

But at this moment, he didn't want to give up, at least he didn't want to just give up.

What happened back then is still a regret today.

But now, he has the opportunity to make up a little bit, even if it is almost nothing, it is still meaningful.

Some things, if placed on ordinary people, may be a very easy thing. After all, it is just something that happened in the past, and it is not a private matter.

But at such a time, such a place, and such a group of people, this matter is not so easy.

It's just that he doesn't want to give up.

He is serious.

Calculation of secrets, evolution of secrets, structure, change——

Inside the tall Zixiao Palace.

The first thing that came into view was actually the faces of many people behind. When they turned their heads, they were all a little blurry, and even a little bit like paper.

But he doesn't care, as long as what he cares about is extremely complete, that's enough.

At the front, there are six futons, among which, the first three are sitting on Sanqing, the fourth is Nuwa, and the remaining two are Hongyun and Kunpeng.

In the second row, Zhenyuanzi, Fuxi, Xihe, Changyi, Dongwanggong, Xiwangmu and others sat.

As for there are still many people behind, both vaguely known and unknown.

Same as before but different.

He frowned, not enough, still not enough.

With a wave of his hand, people who should not exist now disappeared without a trace.

The secret of heaven changed, he seemed to have taken a perspective of heaven, overlooking everything, but he was immersed in it.

Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Shang Yang, Lu Wu and others stepped into the Zixiao Palace together. Stepping into it, Donghuang Taiyi looked at it for a while and then withdrew his eyes.

The voices in the hall were loud or small, speaking various words.

At the top position, it was like a layer of cloud and mist.

But now, with Donghuang Taiyi stepping into this place, everything has become a little bit different.

It seemed to bring a bit of vitality, and with the integration of a mass of real fire from the sun, the breath became more obvious.

Before, they were all facing the main entrance with their backs on their backs. When a group of people came in, they more or less turned their heads.

The appearances of each of them match up with the memories, there is no slight difference, and there is nothing wrong.

Or look more, or just glance.

When he walked in front of Changyi, his appearance gradually became clearer, and the calculated things, everything he had never seen before, were pieced together bit by bit.

At this very moment.

Everything is at a standstill.

On the other hand, Donghuang Taiyi on the other side didn't have any intention to explore this matter, so he found his own seat and sat down, not to mention the former him, even the current him, he actually doesn't like to socialize around and win people's hearts , the same is true, everything seems to be no different.

He wasn't surprised by this, he just changed everything again and put everything back to where it was before.

It's like a model, and it's just a picture that people can put themselves in.

He was standing within Changyi's line of sight.

Everything in Changyi seems to be pieced together again.

This time, it didn't fall apart like before.

It may be because it evolved well in advance, but Yaoxiang's first failure was actually just starting from Changyi itself, taking Changyi as the standard, and then evolving everything around it.

It just fell apart every time without exception.

But this time, there is no difference, but there are many differences. If there is, it seems that they are very similar in essence, but this time, at the beginning, it is not simply based on the Changyi he calculated, but This situation started to be created with the group of people who might know each other, who might be a little familiar, and Zixiao Palace as a whole.

Even though, he actually just wanted to see only one person.

Up to now, from the beginning with only Changyi alone, to adding those he had seen, and bringing the people and places that already existed, being in it, the hugeness seems to have returned to the past.

This is not chasing after the end, but purely for this goal.

But seeing this, he did not give up, and started to change the method before trying.

The heavenly secrets calculated by him, with great mana, were pieced together into pictures by him again.

There is no breath, no temperature, even hard to touch, like a flower in a mirror, like a moon in water.

And that's just old stuff.

He is like the bystander, but not just the bystander.

Still the same sentence, how is it so easy to calculate the trajectory of the saint, the dojo of the saint?

Even though he has tried to simply ignore most of them, until now, there are more or less clues.

It's just that he didn't think about trying to hide it from this group of people in the past, after all, it was unnecessary.

As for the fact that I was thinking too much about something messy...

Then let them think too much, so what? He didn't want to plot against them. He sat up straight and was not afraid of being checked. He really covered it up carefully, but it symbolized that there was something hidden inside. What a trick.

He still understands this truth.

But in fact, the saints far away in the prehistoric places,

Feeling this matter now, counting a little along the source, the faces are simply different.

Some are hard to explain, some just ignore it, some have complex expressions, and some want to guess some conspiracy theories, but it is a pity that it is a bit laborious to draw some not-so-good conclusions for this matter, and this It's all happened so many years ago, and if you write any more articles, it will be a matter that has long been settled, and it will not be changed long ago.

After discussing it, and by the way, carefully reviewing the situation in Zixiao Palace that year, some people on the Lingshan side looked even more indescribable.

As for other than that, there is nothing left.

The days have passed like this, is it possible to really find a rope to hang him to death?

It's not that they really have no brains, no profit, and things that are purely self-defeating, it's really not something they can do.

There is still a trade-off between pros and cons, otherwise there would be no West today.

Of course, at the same time, some people raised their eyes, looked at the early morning sun hanging in the sky, stretched out their fingers to feel the light falling from above, it was slightly warm and bright, and it was clear at a glance, then got up, said goodbye and left.

Everything outside has nothing to do with Donghuang Taiyi.

He just stood in the hall like this, as if a little isolated from the world.

It was as if this phantom had already covered up everything in the palace, and everything re-enacted the situation of that year.

Bit by bit, bit by bit.

waited a long time.

He squeezed his fingers, loosened them and tightened them again. This picture seems to have just been put on gears.

Everything behind is unimportant, people in the distance.The same goes for the taller one.

He just stood there.

Backlighted like a person behind him, like the clothes of the past, like one person, no, it should be said that it is just one person, or even only one person.

Everything changes again.

Changyi turned around and looked at Donghuang Taiyi behind him through him.

As someone who has been there, he naturally knows what happened behind him, and he doesn't have any thoughts of turning back for all the actions behind him. After all, that was what he did back then, although he couldn't help regretting it afterwards, why didn't he say anything back then? When the thought came up, I didn’t even bother to take a second look at what I said.

For him, at this moment, rounding up to five, that is to only look at him.

Even compared to the one behind him, he is the one that didn't exist.

She looked at him, focused and serious, his figure was reflected in those eyes, as if she could only meet his figure, and everything around her was a foil.

Anyone who looks over will be able to get an unquestionable answer, there is only one destination for that sight.

Even when someone beside her was calling her, she was still a little absent-minded.

I don't need any words to describe it, it seems that it is just a look, and I like it straightforwardly.

"He may be the Eastern Emperor Taiyi..."

"Wait until later..."

Everything was so straightforward, even if he said it later, he still looked at him, as if it was a unilateral agreement, or a pure confirmation, and he must look for a future confirmation.

But when he saw her at the beginning, he was more restrained, even tactfully refused. He didn't see Changyi's original appearance until everything was confirmed.

Seems similar, but not quite the same.

However, in the end, they didn't miss it.

His fingers wanted to touch it, but it was in vain.

This is nothing more than an evolved picture. Even if everything you see and hear is true, it is still false.

"Taiyi."

A voice came from behind.

Everything in front of him is like an avalanche, and it collapses in an instant. It's not that it's not worth saving, but that the source of everything is the people behind.

He wanted to see everything that had happened, but also for the sake of the people behind him.

The old things that have evolved are, in the final analysis, old things, special, but not so special.

"Changyi."

There is a faint smile on Changyi's face, and she is wearing a moon-white long dress, which is not stained with mortal dust, as if she is wearing a tulle gauze pouring down from the moonlight. Yan, but she is not an unattainable goddess, she can even be touched by raising her hand.

"How do you remember watching these things?"

"What happened back then..."

"I've said it before, I don't blame you at all, and you haven't done anything wrong. That incident was just my wishful thinking...Huh?"

"That's not it." The Eastern Emperor Tai definitely said, "That's not it."

"Yes, no." Changyi nodded earnestly, "This is indeed not wishful thinking, we should call our mutual affection now."

"It wasn't before." As he spoke, Donghuang Taiyi met Changyi thoroughly, "I regret it."

That was supposed to be their first encounter, but in the end it became Chang Yi's one side.

Hearing this, Changyi hugged him back, "This is probably fate, but we didn't miss it after all."

"That's the best thing."