The remnant sun is like blood, sprinkling the afterglow.
The smoke is curling, the village is quiet and peaceful, and there is no dispute with the world.
At the entrance of the village, a gray-haired old man sat on a boulder, rubbed a child's head, and said with a kind smile: "What story do you want to hear today?"
"Grandpa, I want to hear the stories of those heroes."
The child looked at the humanoid statue not far away, and could not hide his hope.
There are six statues, carved from mortal stone, rough and clumsy, formless and godless.
If it weren't for the faint visibility of the human form, these would be six large stones, not a statue.
"Okay, grandpa will tell you the story of the hero today."
"Ten years ago, the Seven Holy Ancestors broke the seal, wanting to destroy the universe and slaughter all souls."
The old man was silent for a moment, looked at the six rough statues, and said, "In times of crisis, the six heroes stepped forward to kill the Holy Ancestor and save the universe. ” "Grandpa, what are they called?"
the child was curious, and his pure eyes flashed with yearning.
"I only know two people, one is the Buddha body of the world, and he does nothing."
"The other is Ling Xian, Emperor Ling."
A trace of respect flashed in the old man's eyes, and he sighed: "You have to remember this name, and you can't forget it until you die, and you must also tell it to future generations and pass it on from generation to generation." ” "I remember."
The child nodded vigorously, and his little face showed distress: "Grandpa, I want to know what he looks like." ” "When you're older, you can go to the capital, where the statues are lifelike and vivid."
"Our village's capacity is limited, but no matter how rough it is, we have to build statues of six heroes."
The old man's words were sonorous, he looked at the six statues whose faces were not even clear, and said, "They died for the universe, and the only thing we can do is to remember them and never forget them." ” Similar dialogues appear in every star and corner of the universe.
The same is true for the statues of Ling Xian and others.
Sect families, dynasty capitals, and even small towns and villages all have statues of Ling Xian and others.
They are the heroes who saved the universe, and they have the grace to save the lives of all living beings, and the statues are naturally all over the universe.
And the purpose of the statues is to make them remembered by the world.
As the old man said, the only thing they could do was to make Ling Xian and the others famous for centuries.
Yongxian Xing, the Wang family.
In the patriarch's boudoir, there is a painting hanging on the wall, in which the person is swords, eyebrows and starry eyes, and his white clothes are like snow, which is the same as Ling Xian.
A woman in red looked at Ling Xian infatuatedly, her feelings were sincere, and her thoughts were eroding her bones.
It is the heart of the palace lock.
Lin Qingyi stood behind her, her skin was like clotted fat, and she was stunning, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, bright and beautiful.
After Ling Xian fell, she returned to the Eternal Immortal Star, first went to see the Seventh Princess, and then accompanied Gong Suoxin.
"It's been ten years, it's been ten years, why hasn't he come back" Gong Suoxin turned around, looked at Lin Qingyi seriously, and said, "You tell me the truth, is he really not dead?"
"If he dies, do you think I can laugh" Lin Qingyi smiled faintly, his eyebrows glowed, and the marks of life and death emerged.
Once the contract of life and death is concluded, it cannot be solved, and if Ling Xian falls, she will not be able to escape death.
She is alive and well, which means that Ling Xian is not dead.
"Although I don't like you, I never doubt your feelings for Ling Xian."
Gong Suo sighed lightly, ten years is not long, but it is not short.
For others, ten years is just a retreat, or even a blink of an eye, but for the palace lock heart who misses Ling Xian day and night, this is longer than ten thousand years.
"The mark on the center of my eyebrows is called the contract of life and death."
"If Ling Xian falls, I will also be destroyed, and I have been with you for ten years, which is enough to prove that he is not dead."
Lin Qingyi smiled lightly and said, "My husband is a great hero who stands up to the sky, and the four holy ancestors can't be killed, how can he fall easily."
"Ten years have passed, if he didn't die, why didn't he show up" Gong Suoxin's eyebrows frowned slightly, the years did not leave a trace on her, and she was still pouring sentient beings, beautiful and moving.
It's just that it's been reduced a lot.
Missing the bones, naturally the clothes are gradually widening, and people are more yellow than yellow flowers.
Lin Qingyi did not clear it, not because of her love for Ling Xian, not because she was not as good as Gong Suoxin, but because she was sure that Ling Xian was not dead.
"I don't know, but I'm sure he'll come back."
Lin Qingyi shook his head lightly, looked at Ling Xian on the painting, and said, "The promise he made has not been fulfilled, so he can't die." ” "I'd like him to die now."
Gong Suo snorted coldly, and when she heard Lin Qingyi call Ling Xianfujun, she was angry when she talked about the wedding banquet between the two.
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"Jealous" Lin Qingyi said, "You, when Ling Xian comes back, I will let you take you as a concubine." ” "I'm not rare."
Gong Suo's heart was cold, but a hint of joy flashed in his autumn eyes.
Infatuated with Ling Xian for a hundred years, she dreamed of marrying Ling Xian, even if it was to share it with Lin Qingyi.
Lin Qingyi didn't mind, there would definitely be discomfort, but she couldn't bear to suffer from the palace lock, and she didn't want Ling Xian to be embarrassed.
"If you're not rare, I haven't said it."
Lin Qingyi stroked the green silk hanging down to his forehead, and said with a faint smile: "When Ling Xian returns, I will live in seclusion with him, and it will be difficult for you to see him." ” "You know my intentions, but you still tease me, is it interesting" Gong Suoxin glared at Lin Qingyi.
"Who made your mouth hard" "It took me a long time to convince myself to share Ling Xian with you, just don't appreciate it, and sneer."
Lin Qingyi, there is no woman who is willing to share her husband with other women, if she doesn't want to embarrass Ling Xian, she won't agree.
"I'm not the only woman who shares Ling Xian, God knows how much of his romantic debt is."
Gong Suo glanced at Ling Xian's portrait with resentment.
"No matter how many, as long as he wants, let him be."
"Who made you and I love him only in this life?"
Lin Qingyi smiled and said, "Okay, wait patiently, one day, he will return." ” In the galaxy, the mushroom braved the wind, looking for Ling Xian's bones.
Ten years ago, she went into seclusion and entered the Supreme Realm, not knowing that the Seven Great Holy Ancestors were born, nor did she know that Ling Xian gave up her body to transform into a demon.
After exiting the customs, she learned about this, and went crazy to find Ling Xian's bones, and had already rummaged through the seven stars.
Although it was pointless to do so, Mushroom just wanted to do it, and it was a comfort to her, whether or not she could find Ling Xian's bones.
In other words, it is the meaning of living.
In addition to revenge, the only thing left in the mushroom's life is to find Ling Xian's bones.
The crescent moon is like a hook, and the night is as cool as water.
Mass graves, simple graves piled with loess, gloomy winds, weird and gloomy.
A girl in black sat cross-legged, her eyebrows blooming with a ghostly light, exhaling yin qi, and the phantom of the five poisons loomed.
The poison entered the body, the girl was in a cold sweat, and her delicate little face was distorted, which was particularly terrifying against the backdrop of the mass grave.
Her cultivation gradually improved, and after two hours, she broke through to the sixth layer of qi refining.
The five poisonous phantoms dissipated, and the girl opened her eyes and said to herself, "In only thirty days, I can reach the seventh layer of qi refining and participate in the Great Competition." ” After saying that, she stood up, and a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes.
At this moment, the girl heard a word and couldn't help but stop.
"In three days, you'll be dead."
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