Bi Fang ran away again, and the fourth brother went to look for him again.
In the ten-mile peach forest, there is only one who can lose face.
When I handed a pair of bloody eyes to Zheyan, he was very surprised.
He looked at the sun for a long time and said, "It's a wonder that these eyes can be found after more than three hundred years."
He added: "It's a strange thing that you drank the medicine I gave you and now you remember that painful past."
These eyes cannot be removed from an immortal body for more than seventy-seven forty-nine days, otherwise they will have to be scrapped.
Zheyan found it strange.
He probably thought that when I lost the eye, it was just lost.
Unexpectedly, it was placed on someone else's face.
Even if I get the eye back today, it can be placed in my eye socket again.
I forced a smile.
He glanced at the look on my face, and he probably understood that I didn't want to talk about the past, so he just coughed twice and didn't ask any more questions.
Zheyan said that he needed to spend some time to remove some of the turbidity from his eyes, and then he would change eyes with me.
I happily agreed, and by the way, I carried a few jars of wine from the mountain behind him and returned to Qingqiu on the clouds.
This was another few days of drunkenness and dreams.
I asked Mi Gu to help me keep an eye on the movements of the crown prince’s concubine in Jiuzhongtian.
Qingqiu has been closed recently and I haven’t seen anyone.
The quality of the wine Zheyan brewed was indeed higher than that of Migu's private collection.
Yesterday, he was so drunk that he vomited bile, and his head hurt so much that he almost wanted to run a sword through his forehead from left to right.
But this is good, because as soon as I close my eyes, my world is spinning, and I no longer have any free time to think about other things.
Mi Gu advised me to take it easy and take a day or two to stop drinking and take care of myself.
But this time, my injuries were very different from those in the past.
I couldn’t sleep without getting drunk.
When I was very drunk, I didn’t know anything.
But when I was not very drunk, I vaguely remembered that Mi Gu often came to talk to me.
He said a lot of things, mostly insignificant things.
There are two incidents that I remember clearly.
One is that the prince’s concubine who I paid close attention to in the Nine Heavens was stimulated by some unknown thing.
She finally realized it and submitted a letter to the Heavenly Lord, willing to escape from the immortal book of the heavenly clan.
Go to the shore of Ruoshui to practice while observing the Donghuang Bell.
The king of heaven was grateful for his kindness, so he agreed.
One is about Prince Yehua, who has gone through many tribulations in the mortal world.
He should not be able to remember anything after drinking the Wangchuan water, but he believes in ghosts and gods and spends his whole life pursuing the Qingqiu fairyland.
Although he became a prime minister, he never married.
At the age of twenty-seven, Yu Yu died of illness, and his last words ordered his servants to burn his body into a ball of ashes and bury it together with a bead string he wore close to his body.
I don’t know if I shed a few tears when Mi Gu said this.
If I really shed those two tears, why did I shed them?
I drank too much, my mind couldn't move fast, and I couldn't think clearly.
I don’t know how many days passed, but Mi Gu hurriedly stepped into the fox hole and came to deliver a message to me.
It is said that His Royal Highness Prince Ye Huajun of the Nine Heavens has been waiting at the entrance of Qingqiu Valley for seven days and wants to see me.
Mi Gu said that he abided by the order given to him by my aunt and did not dare to let anyone in, not even Ye Hua.
But seven days had passed, and Ye Hua showed no signs of leaving.
He couldn't make the decision, so he had to come in and communicate with me to see what I wanted.
My mind, which had been idle for several days, finally started to change.
Oh, Ye Hua died of illness at the age of twenty-seven when he was still alive.
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After burying him in two handfuls of loess, he would naturally return to his normal position.
I don't know why, but there was a sudden pain in my heart.
I pressed my heart and slid down the table leg.
Mi Gu wanted to help me, but I didn't let him.
He leaned against the table leg and stared at the beams for a while.
I want to meet Ye Hua.
I want to ask him three hundred years ago.
Sure enough, Yuan Jin betrayed him and married Tianjun.
He was so hurt that he took me as a mortal in a cruel move.
He really fell in love with me.
During those three years when he neglected me in the Heavenly Palace, when he loved me for my own good, did he still love Su Jin?
If he loved me, how deep would his love be?
If I hadn’t been I jumped off the Zhuxian Terrace, will he be willing to marry Su Jin?
Is the way he is so affectionate towards me now all because of the regret in his heart three hundred years ago?
The more I think about it, the less I can continue thinking about it.
I covered my eyes with my hands, and large swaths of water flowed out from between my fingers.
If he says yes, he says yes to everything I don't know if I would kill him.
Mi Gu said worriedly at the side: "Aunt, are you seeing me or not?"
I took a long breath and said, "No.
Tell him not to come to Qingqiu again.
I will go to Tianjun tomorrow to break the engagement."
After a long time, Mi Gu came back, stood silent for a while, and said, "His Royal Highness, his face is very bad.
He has been standing at the entrance of the valley for seven days, and he has not moved a step."
I glanced at him, took a sip of wine, and didn't answer.
He hesitated and said: "His Royal Highness, he asked me to bring you a message to my aunt.
He wanted to ask you.
You said at the beginning that if he caused trouble in the mortal world, you would tie him back to Qingqiu and lock him up.
Even if In the mortal world, except for picking up a maid who looked like you when you were a mortal and taking him home to serve his sick mother, he has never provoked a peach blossom.
The words you promised him back then are still countless. count" I threw the wine jar and lost my voice: "It doesn't count.
All the nonsense you say doesn't count.
Get out.
You tell him to get out.
I don't want to see him at all."
But I knew sadly in my heart that I didn’t want to see him.
I just have this knot in my heart and don't know how to see him.
The next day I did not go to the ninth heaven to cancel the engagement.
I just think I’ll put it off for now and wait until I’m in the mood to go.
But in the short term, I am afraid it will be rare to feel like this.
On the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day, Mi Gu said that Ye Hua was still standing at the entrance of the valley, not moving a bit.
I told him that if he mentioned the name Ye Hua again, I would knock him back to his original form and become a lost tree for eight thousand years, and he finally stopped talking.
I don't drink much anymore.
Because ever since I knew Ye Hua was standing outside Qingqiu, the more I drink, the more sober I get.
It rained all night, and I was feeling very low-spirited.
When I woke up early one morning, I felt that the immortal power that had been used to seal Qing Cang on the East Emperor Bell five hundred years ago was fluctuating greatly.
My heart skipped a beat.
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It is indeed an eventful autumn.
Recently, there have been so many events, one after another, and it has lived up to the title of "the most troublesome time is autumn".
Approximately, the former Ghost Lord Qingcang has perfected his virtue again and is about to break the Donghuang Bell.
I washed my face in a hurry, and went to Shili Taolin to send a message to Zheyan, asking him to help me.
Five hundred years ago, when Qing Cang broke out of the East Emperor Bell for the first time, I was barely able to stop him and lock him back into the bell.
But a fight caused a lot of damage to the Donghuang Bell, so I had no choice but to spend 50% of my cultivation power to repair it.
The remaining cultivation levels in his body now, generally speaking, whether it is brutal attack or outsmarting him, if he still has some self-awareness, he should know that he cannot defeat him no matter what.
But Qingcang is not a good person.
After being imprisoned for so many years, he is unlikely to be mad after breaking out of the clock.
He wants to restart the first of the eight desolate artifacts to destroy the heavens and merge the eight desolates and the four seas into the three thousand worlds.
One should be burned to pale ashes.
Thinking of this, the romantic worries that were still bothering me in my sleep just now are no longer worries.
I fished out the Kunlun fan and jumped up into the clouds.
He ran towards Ruoshui in a hurry.
He planned to hold on for a while before Zheyan arrived, and he couldn't let Qing Cang turn on the Donghuang Bell.
I had known that I would meet Ye Hua at the entrance of the valley.
He has been waiting at the entrance of this valley.
If I leave Qingqiu, I will definitely meet him.
I closed my eyes and passed by him pretending to be indifferent.
He held the sleeve with one hand.
His face was frighteningly white.
He looked haggard and tired.
There was no room for wasting this critical time with him.
I turned my head and cut off the half of the sleeve he was holding with a fan.
There was a stab, and he was stunned, and two words rolled out hoarsely in his throat: "Qianqian."
I ignored him, turned around and continued running towards Ruoshui.
With a vague glance in his eyes, he also followed behind.
Years later, I often think about how I could have said a nice word to him at that time, even just one sentence.
But I just gave him a cold look.
I didn't say a word.
If you look under the water, you can see white waves, heavy black clouds in the sky, and a tall tower-like Donghuang Bell standing on the shore of the water.
It shakes and makes the land rumble.
Su Jin, who was supposed to be guarding the Donghuang Bell, was nowhere to be seen.
He was probably frightened by the battle and found a place to hide.
Half of the head of the Earth God of Ruoshui Wilderness can be seen in the clouds in the sky.
Five hundred years ago, I had a chance encounter with this land.
He looked worriedly at the restless Donghuang Bell in the gap in the clouds.
He turned his head and saw Ye Hua and I.
He quickly came to worship and said in fear: "Auntie, if the Lord of Water God has gone to the sky to bring reinforcements, please let the little immortal Waiting here.
This time Qing Cang's anger is particularly different.
If the Shenjun Mansion under the water was shaken, the Earth Temple of Xiaoxian was also shaken."
He whispered to himself, and suddenly a huge white light flashed across the clock body, and in the white light A figure faintly appeared.
I thought to myself that it was not good, and I was about to rush down from the clouds, but my body suddenly stagnated.
Ye Hua used a stumbling block behind my back and cast a restraining spell on me while I wasn't paying attention.
He also used a magic weapon to bind my feet and hands in the midst of lightning and flint.
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I couldn't move.
Seeing that Qing Cang was about to come out of the clock, I said urgently: "Let me go."
He ignored me, pushed me to Ruoshui Land, and said softly: "Take care of her, no matter what happens, don't let her fall from the clouds."
After speaking, he turned his left hand, revealing a cold light.
Sword.
I saw him holding this sword, pressing the clouds against the wind, and facing the silver light brought out by the Donghuang Bell, I felt like the sky was falling.
I opened my mouth several times but was speechless.
The cold wind blew across my eyes and hurt me.
When Ye Hua forced himself into the silver light, I heard myself saying in despair: "Tu Di, please let me go, find a way to let me go, Ye Hua is going to die, what little cultivation he has, this You are sending yourself to death.”
Tutu muttered something in response, probably saying that this magic weapon has its own trick that he can't solve, and the immobilization spell is also weird, but he still can't solve it.
I had no choice but to save myself.
I concentrated my energy and wanted to pull the soul out of my body, but I didn't expect that the magic weapon not only locked the immortal's body, but also locked the soul.
My desperate struggle was all in vain.
With tears in his eyes, the silver light around the Middle East Imperial Bell gradually dissipated, and the lightning and thunder caused by Ye Hua and Qing Cang's battle reached to the sky.
The earth created a small fairy barrier around us to prevent me from being hurt by these evil spirits.
The magic weapon that Ye Hua used to tie me up was a powerful magic weapon.
I was sweating profusely and broke through the immobilization spell, but I couldn't break free of the magic weapon.
In the darkness of the sky and the earth, the earth whispered in my ear: "Auntie, there is still some danger here.
I don't know how long the fairy barrier of Xiaoxian can last, so why don't we move somewhere."
I heard my own voice drifting: "Just go away, I'll stay with Ye Hua here."
Although I am tied up now, I am a waste and have no use to him at all.
Even so, I still want to stay with him and watch him.
I have never seen Ye Hua hold a sword before, and I never expected him to hold a sword like this.
It was rumored that Ye Hua had great swordsmanship, and the sword in his hand was named Qing Ming.
Those little gods who admired him said that Qing Ming's prowess would make Kyushu eclipse.
When I first heard this statement, I thought it was the exaggeration of the younger generation.
Today I saw the Qing Ming Sword flying and swirling sword flowers.
It is admittedly a bit exaggerated to see Kyushu eclipse, but the brilliance is really dazzling.
The thunderous energy brought out by every movement and silence made my eyes dazzle violently. .
The two of them were fighting inextricably, and I stood too high to notice who had the upper hand.
But I know that Ye Hua will not be able to hold on for long.
I just hope that he can survive until Zheyan comes, even if he survives the useless heavenly soldiers and heavenly future sent by his grandfather.
If there are flying sand and rocks on the waterfront, the sky is filled with loess.
Suddenly I heard Qing Cang laugh three times, coughed for a while, and said slowly: "I am not convinced that I lost to you today.
If it weren't for the serious injury five hundred years ago that has not yet been healed, the bell broke again today.
With all my strength, there is no way I could lose to a yellow-haired kid like you."
The thick smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
Ye Hua leaned on the ground with his sword, half-kneeling on one knee and said: "After all, you are defeated."
My hanging heart finally relaxed, and I trembled and said to the ground: "There is nothing down there, please put me on the ground quickly."
While Tutu was busy trying to solve the immortal barrier, the Donghuang Bell burst into a bloody red light.
There is not even half of Qingming left in my spiritual platform.
Didn’t Qingcang lose?
Since he was defeated, why can the East Emperor Bell still be turned on?
Ye Hua also raised his head suddenly and said in a deep voice, "What did you do to this clock?"
Qingcang lay on the dust and said weakly: "You want to know why he can still open the East Emperor Bell even though I didn't move it.
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Haha, it only took me 70,000 years and a lot of thought to open it.
Just connect my life to it.
If I die, this Donghuang Bell will open automatically.
It seems that I am going to die.
I don’t know whether it is you or the immortals of Bahuang who will be buried with me."
Before he finished speaking, I watched Ye Hua throw himself into the red lotus karma fire.
Who screamed heartbreakingly: "No" No, it doesn’t matter if you can’t or don’t want or don’t allow the Donghuang Bell to be turned on.
It doesn’t matter if all the gods of the Eight Wastelands have been burned.
After all, the two of us are in the same place.
Burning to ashes is also a pile of ashes.
What do you, How could you leave me alone When Ye Hua threw himself into the red lotus karma fire ignited by the Donghuang Bell, the magic weapon that locked my hands and feet suddenly came loose.
Yes, if the master of the magical weapon loses all his cultivation, the magical weapon will naturally no longer be able to bind people.
The karmic fire of the red lotus burned half of the sky blood red, and the ghostly aura was deep on the shore of Ruoshui.
I used all my strength to sacrifice the Kunlun Fan and hit it towards the East Emperor Bell.
The bell shook.
In that red light, I couldn't find Ye Hua's figure.
Like the sound of evil ghosts devouring souls coming from the ground, the sounds gradually gathered together, like thousands of troops coming with their hooves raised, bang, the mournful cry of the East Emperor Bell.
The red light flashed a few times and then went out.
A black figure fell from the top of the Donghuang Bell.
I stumbled over to catch him.
He stepped back and fell to the ground.
He had a pale face, and traces of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
He leaned in my arms, and his eyes were dark.
The black robe was soaked with blood, but because of the color, it was not obvious that he was covered in blood.
Zheyan said: "I always thought it was strange that Ye Hua always wore black.
I asked him about it when I was drinking with him.
I thought he liked this color very much, but he was joking with me while holding the wine glass for a long time.
Dao, this color is not very pretty, but it is very practical.
For example, if you were stabbed one day and the blood came out, you would not be able to tell that it was a pool of blood.
I would just think that you knocked over the water jar and sprinkled the water on yourself.
If you can't see that you're injured, the people you care about won't be worried, and your enemies won't be happy because they cut you."
When Zheyan told me this, I was also pleased with Ye Hua.
This boring gourd finally learned to tell jokes.
But only today did I realize that what he said was all serious.
Three hundred years ago, when I turned into an ignorant Susu, I thought I loved him deeply.
When I lost my memory, it was just the white light of Qingqiu.
When I fell in love with him, I thought it was true love.
I can't forgive him for gouging out my eyes indiscriminately and forcing me to jump off the Zhuxian Platform; I can't forgive him for saying he loves me now, but he just feels guilty because of the debt he owed me; I can't forgive him.
From beginning to end, he never understood me.
After all, I have lived such a long life, but in the end, when it comes to love, I am unreasonably selfish and cannot tolerate the slightest bit of sand.
But I fell in love with him twice in my past and present lives, and it was all because of him that I fell deeply in love with him.
Now that I think about it, I may not have understood him.
For example, why does he always wear this mysterious robe.
It turns out it's not because I like this color, it turns out it's so I don't worry those who are worried and don't show weakness in front of my enemies.
I forgot that he has always had his teeth knocked out and blood swallowed.
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Seventy thousand years ago, when Mo Yuan sacrificed his soul to the Donghuang Bell, the blood he spit out was a hundred times more than the traces of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth now.
His cultivation was far inferior to that of Mo Yuan at that time.
Where did the hundred times the blood that should have been spit out go?
I lowered my head and bit his lip fiercely, ignoring the slight shock in his body.
I just used my tongue to push open his teeth, and forcefully inserted it into his mouth.
I could feel something hot and fishy flowing along my body.
The gap between his two mouths snaked down, and his eyes became darker and darker.
Ye Hua and I, in this life when I was Bai Qian, were in love for only a few months in the ninth heaven, and the closest we were to each other was only those few nights.
He pushed me away and coughed violently.
The blood he coughed up stung my eyes.
I thought he had used up his last strength when he pushed me.
He just lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling, but he couldn't move.
I crawled over and hugged him again: "You plan to swallow them all in your stomach again.
How old are you now?
Even if you are weak, I have nothing to be disappointed."
He finally calmed down his cough, and wanted to raise his hand, but failed in the end.
Even though it was difficult to speak, he still pretended to be calm and said calmly: "I'm fine.
Such an injury is not a problem.
You , don’t cry.”
I held him with both hands and couldn't free my hands to wipe my face.
I just looked into his eyes: "Except for Mo Yuan, I have never seen anyone who sacrificed his soul to Donghuang Bell and escaped the fate of being wiped out in ashes." , even Mo Yuan has slept for seventy thousand years, Ye Hua, you can’t lie to me, you’re going to die, right?”
He stiffened, closed his eyes, and said: "I heard that Mo Yuan is awake.
You and Mo Yuan are together well.
He will take good care of you and do better than me.
I'm relieved.
You forgot about me." stop."
I stared at him blankly.
That moment lasted as long as eternity.
He opened his eyes suddenly and gasped: "I will never say such words even if I die.
I only love you in my life, Qianqian, you can never forget me.
If you If you dare to forget me, if you dare", the voice slowly sank, and then whispered again: "What can I do?"
I leaned close to his ear and said, "You can't die, Ye Hua.
Just hold on a little longer, and I'll take you to Mo Yuan.
He will find a way."
But his body slowly sank.
I shouted close to his ear: "If you dare to die, I will immediately go to Zheyan to get the potion and completely forget about you, leaving nothing behind.
I will talk to Mo Yuan, Zheyan and Fourth Brother We live a wonderful life together and will never think of you again.”
His body trembled, and after a moment, he smiled and said, "That's fine."
The last words he left to me in this world were, that's fine too
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