Purple Qi Donglai

The dark purple robes are intertwined among the pink dresses. With the breeze, the closed door is slightly opened. When passing the round platform around the book hall, what greets the eyes is a gray scene. At the same time, the ground is actually There were also wine jars scattered all over the floor. The rich aroma of the wine seemed to have experienced the baptism of years, mixed with a little precipitation. He put Feng Jiu down steadily until her toes touched the ground and her head rested on the white On the underwear, he put one arm around her waist, and waved his other hand into the air. With a gust of breeze, the dust drifted all over the place, and the dry and cracked soil surface gushed out from the bottom, gradually covering the dry land. The lotus pond, like a handful of warm spring water, gradually wrapped his long-frozen heart, and spread along the heart veins to every blue-threaded blood vessel, until the golden blood in the atrium surged again, turning into a little red at the tip of his heart. Blooming in the heart cavity, until the inner wall of the heart cavity gradually becomes soft, the strong heartbeat beats from the chest cavity, and the ashes of peach petals rise from the air, until it gradually turns into ashes in mid-air, Birth does not bring a thousand traces of vitality, and death does not take away wisps of dust. Flowers bloom among the branches, and the petals bloom quietly, with a faint fragrance. Even in a decadent and harsh environment, they are still He will come out of nowhere, just like his temperament, strong and tenacious. For Yu Donghua, he was born strong, even unwavering in his determination. Guarding the four seas and the wilderness has become a habit honed by the years, just like a flower. The snow lotus that blooms on the iceberg still blooms in the extremely cold place with the passage of time. To Fengjiu, she is innocent and pure like a child, but under this innocent and lovely appearance is hidden With a strong and firm heart, even the ancient spirit beast catfish dragon may not be able to bring back the things that are determined. In the eyes of the people in Qingqiu and Wanfang, Feng Jiu is a high-ranking female monarch, and she can protect the people in one side. One of the five wildernesses, the wilderness, is neither violent nor unruly, neither harsh nor wavering, everything is going on in an orderly manner, she can stabilize the hearts of the people, she can also keep them safe, she never Letting him down is just like the original Donghua who always protected her well. She wants to be like Donghua who can take on important responsibilities and keep her mind steady. She hopes that one day she can fight side by side with Donghua like she did at the Ruoshui River. Even with a firm look in their eyes, they will understand and understand each other's meaning. She will always work hard silently where he can't see. Regarding the Sansheng Stone, she always believes that she and Donghua have experienced life and death together. After walking together in Fanchen, they made up their minds with each other. As long as there is love, any difficulties and obstacles can be overcome. After all, they even survived the most painful reincarnation of three lives and three lives, didn't they?

Donghua raised his eyes to look at the fluttering petals in the courtyard, sighed slightly, and tightened the hand around Feng Jiu's waist slightly, he raised his arm lightly and put it on her calf, and then put her on her back. Holding it in his arms, he paced towards the bedroom,

If you hear from other immortals that this Taichen Palace is an eternal palace in this heaven, it is probably a compliment. I was fortunate enough to hear a sentence from the sword god "Duojun" who has practiced for thousands of years in the mortal world. If it's reasonable, it's not a great understanding, but it can be understood a little bit.

"Swords have sword souls, mortals have souls, gods have fairy souls, monster races and demon races all have souls, and most of them gather for primordial spirits. If the sword body has less souls, it will be less energetic. , can't lift the sword body, can't use the sword energy, originally ten percent of the sword energy, if it is a small soul, not to mention that the skill cannot be exerted to the extreme, even if it wins the primordial spirit, wins the heart demon, and kills countless Humans, however, fall short, they are not [-]% sword qi, what is missing is what is lacking in soul," Duo Jun's seemingly playful words have to make people think deeply.The drunken man's intention is not in the wine, but in the mountains and rivers, not in the primordial spirit and immortal soul, but in the spiritual body,

Just like this Taichen Palace, since Donghua was robbed, it has lost its original vitality, lost the nourishment and fragrance of its master's fairy soul, even the pool under the round platform was dry, and the grass was overgrown, leaving only There are only a few broken branches and willows, and the ashen petals float down from the branches, floating around the Taichen Palace with the breeze. The sleeping hall, candlesticks, and round table are filled with the smell of death, lifeless, and I have never imagined this. This scene has lasted for tens of thousands of years, one day in the sky, one year on the ground, and 1 years in the fairy world. Donghua reincarnated in the mortal world for three lifetimes. Even in the color of vitality, there is always one person who will pass by the Taichen Palace every day after the main hall's discussions. On the dusty round platform, let the coldness hit her bones, and the wine is not intoxicating. Whenever she looks at this desolate and ruined scene, she always thinks of its former glory. Most of the playbooks in the world describe the inexhaustible Poignant love is more or less intertwined with a bit of embellishment, even if it is so, it always has to be superfluous. She once saw such a sentence in the playbook, which said that life is mostly a flash in the pan No matter how brilliant this person's life was, after his death, his brilliant deeds and lingering love history will eventually return to the dust along with his bones, presenting his soul into the netherworld, the secluded world In the blue light, reborn in the mirror of reincarnation, from the moment he stepped into the mirror of reincarnation, his life was considered to be over.

She also had such a moment to truly understand his century-old loneliness, there will always be someone who will stand behind him for thousands of years, and there will always be someone who will love him deeply, even if it is him once The next time she sternly refused, she did not hesitate to cut off the tail of the fox and engraved letters to seek fate. Every tail of the nine-tailed fox would converge into a single obsession and turn into a dagger. The co-lord of heaven and earth who once fought in all directions and killed countless demon spirits, he let go of power gracefully, he abandoned love like a shoe, but he always stood by righteousness. She worked hard to ascend to the gods only to one day be able to fight side by side with him, he lamented that the three life stones had no fate, even if there was love, they would not be able to stay together in the end.

"No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me how to warm the porridge, no one twirls the lamp with me, no one spends half my life with me in books"

"I would like to hold hands with you and face the wind, and enjoy the youth together with you for a lifetime, and accompany you for a long time, and tell half your life with blue silk ears and temples"

Going back thousands of years, will that little nine-tailed red fox still follow behind the purple-clothed fairy?Will Qingqiu Baifengjiu still stick to the broken tail lettering of love?Is it still because when Ruoshui Riverside left, he kept going all the way, just looking back for ten thousand years for him?

He loves her with a deep love without words, she loves him with a crazy love with bitterness, Donghua Zifu Shaoyang Jun will eventually entangle with Qingqiu female monarch Bai Fengjiu for three lives and three lives, who can tell the truth about love, hatred, anger and ignorance?

Some fates are predestined, some fates are evil fates, those who are you cannot escape after all, and those who are not you cannot ask for it after all.

That year in Donghuang Junji Mountain, the fate of the two was destined, the marriage of thousands of miles was linked by a thread, and the red rope between the faint Buddha sandalwood was connected with the blood of the blue silk. After all, no one could escape, so how can we escape, love, sigh

The lingering Buddha sandalwood fragrance overflowed from the golden silk cage incense burner, and then lingered around the bedroom, and suddenly floated to his nose, which made him a little nostalgic. The long-lost Buddha sandalwood seemed to be so long that he almost forgot it after countless centuries. its taste,

Steadily put Feng Jiu on the soft couch until her back was firmly leaning against the soft couch, then he pulled the silk quilt over her body with one hand, and waited until the thin joints wrapped around a few strands The broken hair at her temples gathered it behind her ears, and he gently twirled her small earlobe, and the thin bony joints gradually slid across her pale face, she actually lost a lot of weight, and the depths of his cold eyes gradually overflowed With a little bit of pity and love, the thin joints stopped on her tall nose bridge, and paused for a while, until he realized that Si Ming was approaching the door of the bedroom, he slowly lowered his hands and tightened the silk quilt on her body , then paced towards the outside of the dormitory.

"Xiaoxian welcomes the emperor back," Si Ming said respectfully, bending his body and slightly arching his hands,

Donghua waved his hand to signal Si Ming to put it down, and before Si Ming could speak, Donghua interrupted him,

"This emperor must go to the three-life stone. No matter whether the three-life stone can show my name on the three-life stone today, this emperor will also try it. Even if it is a sacrifice to Cang He, even if it fails, I will try it. There should be a conclusion between them, and Qingqiu Fox Emperor also needs an explanation." Donghua sighed lightly, the palm hanging on the right side of his body glowed with a faint white light, and the blue sword hanging in the scabbard of the book hall He then broke free from the shackles of the scabbard and the support of the obsidian sword stand, and quickly flew towards Donghua head-on, until he was firmly in mid-air, and Dong Hua's hand hanging in mid-air held the sword The hilt, held in the palm of Cang He’s joy of not breaking free, is glowing with white light and beating slightly. Feeling the warmth of the hilt in his palm, his thoughts seem to return to the time when he was the co-lord of heaven and earth hundreds of thousands of years ago .At that time, he was full of passion and enthusiasm, holding Canghe in his hand, fighting in all directions, killing countless demon spirits, the joy of victory and the cheers of the gods were the happiest time for him at that time, and he listened to the pious cheers in his ears , feeling Cang He's jumping for joy in the palm of his hand, the blood in his heart was surging, the cool wind brushed his silver-white battle robe, brushed the blue silk tied under his silver crown, the breeze blew, and a few strands of blue silk swept across A few drops of scarlet blood on his cheeks, the warmth in the blood gradually permeated through the skin to the atrium,

"Si Ming, don't tell her about the Sansheng Stone when she wakes up." Before Si Ming came back to his senses, he saw his long and cheerful figure gradually receding, and the hazy moonlight and shining stars of the nine heavens gradually reflected on him. On the purple robe dragged on the ground, the moonlight made his back look longer and longer, but the back that was not once generous was also firm, until it turned into a white smoke, drifting into the distance,

"It's broken, the character on the waist of your highness has not been taken off yet! Xian'e Xian'e!" When Si Ming came back to his senses, he slapped his head suddenly, and then hurriedly called a group of Xian'e standing at the door, but did not Unaware that the person behind him is slowly approaching him,

The cold voice of "Siming Xingjun" came from the ears, and Si Ming was so frightened that he froze for a long time, and he turned his head slowly after a long while, his movements were very funny,

"Hey, isn't this the god of the gods? What kind of wind brought you here, Xian'exian..." Si Ming cleared his throat and forced a smile at the corner of his mouth, the smile was very stiff, then The pair of clear eyes overflowed with a little surprise and fear when they saw the person in front of them, and they returned to their indifferent expressions only for a moment.He wanted to summon Xian'e, but he unexpectedly summoned this god,

Yanyou waved his hand and interrupted the word "e" that he hadn't said yet.

"Don't call Xian'e for now, that row of Xian'e has been called by me to do things long ago, I'm afraid they are already busy packing up now, you can see them as soon as you leave the palace later,"

Si Ming nodded with a smile, raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, but he didn't hear what Yanyou asked him,

"Si Ming, why do you look like this?" Li You realized that Si Ming didn't hear what she said, so he waved his hand in front of him,

"Ah? It's nothing, it's nothing, hey, Xiaoxian can't accompany you here to reminisce about the past, if it's too late, it will be a big mistake," Si Mingfang wanted to lift his foot to leave, but suddenly remembered something, and stopped,

Yan You looked at Si Ming with a troubled look, and his frowning brows gradually eased.

"Why? But what else is there to tell me?"

"The characters on the waist of your highness are very useful to Xiaoxian, and please ask God to help Xiaoxian remove the characters on his waist." Si Ming nodded, cupped his hands and said respectfully,

Your Highness?Could it be that Qingqiu mistress Bai Fengjiu?Seeing Si Ming's appearance, there must be something urgent,

Li You thought to herself, and then stretched out her left hand, a light yellow light radiated from the palm of her hand, and with a sound of "咻", the black character had landed in her Baijiu's palm.She glanced at it before putting it in Siming's hand,

Si Ming responded with a word of thanks, and hurriedly walked towards the door, but suddenly stopped by the door, and suddenly lost his original weight, as if he had been drained of strength for a moment, a little bit out of his original position On the track, he half leaned against the door and carefully looked at her back, half opened his lips to say something, but then squeezed the characters tightly in his palm and strode away, but he didn't notice the movement behind her. You have complicated eyes

"Why is this commander still so frizzy? It hasn't changed for many years," Yanyou sighed with a smile, clenched his fingers and walked towards the door.

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