Chapter 675: Dream rests in Jiuxiao

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Lingbo Lake is located at the southern end of the Great Summer. Even in the deep winter, the temperature will remain above zero. Therefore, there used to be wind and rain, but there is no snow. But in the evening, including Qiushuicheng and the entire Chuzhou , All ushered in the snow.
Countless people in Qiushui City walked out of their homes one after another, reaching out to catch the rare snowflakes in this thousand years, but for some reason, the falling snow carried an extremely sad atmosphere, which made people shed tears for some reason. Flowing.
　　 This snow is the sad and weeping tears of this world.
　　 "Miss, why are you crying?"
By the lake of Qiushuicheng, Qiao Yue, who was about to return home after spending a day in the Great Summer Palace, had tears on her delicate face, and the little maid's voice also sounded in her ears with choking inquiries. Then the former shook his head and looked up. His hand wiped away the uncontrollable tears, and he responded:
　　 "The people of Chuzhou secretly look forward to the snow every winter, but it turns out that it snows and is so sad. Why do I feel so wronged?"
　　 After the questioning voice fell, under the black eaves of the Great Summer Palace, Xue Beichuan, a young man in Confucian shirts, stepped into the white snow, knelt in the direction of Lingbo Lake, and said softly:
"The ancestor of this door once said that although the great road is ruthless, the heaven and the earth have spirits. Therefore, once the saintly rider falls, the heaven and the earth will rain blood and ring the death knell to mourn them, and this snow is the sigh and sigh of the heaven and the earth. Sad."
After 　　 finished his words, Xue Beichuan repeatedly bowed his head three times, and a grief came out:
　　 "Student Xue Beichuan, congratulate the Empress Dowager Niang Niang, Niang Niang through the ages, the Great Summer."
In the entire Qiushui City, monks with advanced cultivation skills also knelt down and screamed, and at the same time, the Shenjing City in the northwest of Daxia, the same heavy snow, this snow is also extremely sudden, and it is constantly whistling. The stern north wind.
　　 A blast of north wind blew past, leaving a piece of silvery white after another, dyeing the solemn and solemn White Emperor's Palace white, as if it had been covered in plain cloth in advance.
　　 Suddenly, in the White Emperor's Palace, a violent wind started from nowhere. At first, it was turning around and gathering momentum. After a few breaths, it seemed like a charge of thousands of troops, with a cry of sorrow. Straight to the Lingbo Hall in the Baidi Palace.
Under the constant impact of the blizzard and the strong wind, the entire normally strong Lingbo Hall suddenly began to shake violently. At the same time, the wind seemed to ignore the house, causing the thousands of red candles to be lit in the temple, one after another. The lamp goes out.
　　 The light that originally came out of the hall gradually dimmed. After the last light was extinguished, the plaque hung on the gate of the Lingbo Hall. It shook for a while, and then it broke into two pieces and fell down.
After a few breaths, the gate of Lingbo Hall opened inward, revealing the figure of the middle-aged palace lady who had been waiting for the old lady for these years, with tears streaming down her face, she walked out of the hall slowly, and knelt straight in the snow, muttering Road:
"Mother, you let me go out of the palace, and you don't even let me follow this last journey, but do you know that in this world, fortunately, my family is the only one in this world, where can I go? What?"
After the murmur fell, a ray of red light, accompanied by a strong fire attribute, continued to gather from the middle-aged palace lady. From a distance, it looked like a red candle in the snow, and finally the middle-aged palace lady looked up at the sky The falling snow continued to speak:
　　 "Fortunately, Hong knows that you are afraid of the dark. If you go to another world and no one is holding a lamp for you, that would be bad. Let me come. I am familiar with this job!"
After finishing the sentence, the extreme fire attribute vitality bloomed outwards in an instant, like a red candle suddenly lit, releasing her own light and heat in an instant, and then the head of the middle-aged court lady Xing Hong directly hung forward, the corner of her mouth The gushing blood, flowing on the white snow below him, was extremely dazzling.
　　 In the center of Lingbo Lake, on the edge of Twin Island, the mist that originally enveloped the surrounding area was replaced by white snow. Together with the ebony boat, they also put on a mourning suit.
　　 The big ship was resting still on the lake, while in the cabin, Zhao Yu knelt to the ground, and did not get up for a long time.
Suddenly, in the void above the lake, every black shadow walked directly on the water, approaching quickly from far to near, and one of the four armies on the Great Summer was escorted under the ship. .
Chen Yan, the deputy commander of the You Wing Army, with a solemn expression on his shoulders, carried a dark golden coffin behind him, jumped up and jumped directly onto the deck of the big ship, then Liang Po took the wooden coffin and stepped into it. Inside the cabin, he spoke softly:
　　 "Your Majesty, the coffin is here."
After hearing the words, Zhao Yu got up, waved his hand to open the wooden coffin, then picked up the lifeless old lady, and carefully put it in the coffin. There was only one burial object for the old lady, and that was to accompany her for the rest of her life. The unextinguishable lamp was placed gently on her chest, her arms folded in her arms.
　　 Then the young emperor stared at the peaceful face of the old man in the coffin for a long time, then raised his hand to close the wooden coffin, and at the same time a faint emperor's voice sounded:
　　 "Grandma, I wish you a good dream."
　　 The wooden coffin was closed. At this moment, the heavy snow on Lingbo Lake reached the heaviest in an instant, filling almost every inch of void, and then Zhao Yu’s Emperor Huanghuang sounded through the sky:
　　 "Start the journey, take grandma back to the palace!"
Diyinbi, this big snow-white ship then drove forward again, gradually disappearing in the heavy snow, and above Lingbo Lake, the blue star-like eyes of the Libo giant whale have been watching quietly in the void. The big ship sailing below was extremely sad, and in front of the giant whale star's eyes, there was a person sitting cross-legged, and then a sigh was heard.
The middle-aged Taoist priest sits volley in the sky, with a deep sorrow in his eyes. He has lived longer than anyone in his life, and he has seen more red dust than anyone, but facing the passing of the old queen, even Even his extremely hard state of mind caused great waves.
　　 "A beauty is fateful, and I am half responsible for your misfortune."
The middle-aged Taoist priest stood up and bowed to the big ship sailing in the heavy snow below. This is a deep apology for the former beauty of the vast land of China, but since ancient times, he has been a confidant, perhaps for the world , No matter how beautiful the skin is, it is as small as dust.
　　 But the old queen has used this life to tell the world that no matter how she looks, she is the most respected mother of Daxia!
　　 After a long bow, the middle-aged Taoist priest continued to look down, watching all the way, opening his mouth and gently speaking:
　　 "The deity is sent off here, the ship sails out of the clouds, the dream rests in the sky."