Vol 4 Chapter 12: Crying grave

Changling City South, the gods are in prison. @
This exterior looks like an ordinary Taoist building. It always has a cold atmosphere. Except for a few big people in the depths of the palace, all the powers of the Daqin Dynasty have deep warning and fear of this place. Many of the people in this building are full of deep guard and fear in their eyes.
Only for a woman dressed in white.
At night, I walked down the carriage and walked alone into the cold courtyard along the gray stone road.
A glimpse of the sky slanted down the mottled wall and sprinkled on her body.
In the deepest courtyard, a carriage was parked next to a dead wood.
The carriage is the deepest purple, the wood exudes a moist light color, the pattern is engraved on it, the relief is overlaid, and the gold jade is set, and the luxury is at the extreme.
The night policy stopped cold and stared at the carriage. She laughed and sneered at the study in the courtyard. "This should be the sandalwood rosewood carriage of Fuling Junfu. I can't think of it." Come over, the godly superintendent of the gods also likes such a common thing?"
"The vulgar thing is not to think about it, just like the smell of the wood itself."
A plain voice came out through the hidden door, and it looked a little empty.
"Don't care about this glamorous and careful smell, this wood is rare, but it can be said." Night cold and slowly turned, no longer moving, just looking at the inside through the hidden door, watching floating in the light The fine dust, cold and cold: "It’s just that some people don’t know that your flying sword is repaired. Do I still don’t know? I don’t want to have a reason to die in Baishan, why are you?

The door was silent for a moment and said: "Do you really don't know."
Night policy: "I really don't know."
"The bird is hiding." The door was silent for a moment, saying: "I just do it, not for myself."
"No matter who you are, I hope that you will not do this again in the future."
The night policy raised his head and said calmly and coldly: "I am me, you are you, you should know what I don't want to owe you."
There is no more words in the door.
Night policy is no longer saying anything, turn and leave.
However, just at the moment she just moved, the sound of some empty voice in the door rang again: "I haven't recorded it in the report. There are some problems with the route of Bai Shanshui. She seems to have gone there somehow. Streets."
Night policy cold turned and turned.
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A yellow robe practitioner walked out of the carriage and stepped on a soft grass outside a forest outside the Jianzongshan Gate of Lushan Mountain.
The Lushan Swords Club has ended. The teachers and the officials of some of the pilgrimages who came to see it have not yet dispersed. Looking at the yellow robes on the practitioner, and then sensing the breath of the practitioner, they will I all understand where the name of the Huang Pao practitioner came from, and all kinds of emotions appeared in his eyes.
The Huangpao practitioner was extremely respectful and low-key. He and a younger brother who was in charge of the training of Lushan Jianzong whispered a few words and returned to the carriage, waiting quietly.
Thinking of the noble hostess in the palace, the mood of the hostess must be poor. The teachers and the officials of the temples did not dare to stop. Even some of them had to stay some time to leave early. This woodland was quickly around. It becomes more and more quiet.
The Qing shirt sect of the Laoshan Jianzong went and came again. Zhang Yi silently followed him behind the forest and walked to the carriage where the Huang Pao practitioners were.
The Huangpao practitioner has directly informed him about his identity and intentions, but Zhang Yi does not understand how his own identity will make the woman who has reached the extreme to make such an arrangement.
So the closer he gets to the carriage, the more he feels thrilled and the more he feels uneasy.
When I saw Zhang Yi’s figure, the yellow robe practitioner came out of the carriage.
Then he was far away from the guide of the Shushan Jianzong practitioner and Zhang Yiwei.
"The goddess asked me to pass this letter to you."
Without any superfluous words, watching the Shushan Jianzong practitioner who had retreated to the side and Zhang Yi, who was in front of him, the graceful Huang Pao practitioner said peacefully, and then took a letter from the sleeve and handed it to him. Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi’s face instantly became pale, and his hands became trembling when he was not in contact with the letter.
But he didn't make any noise. He lowered his head and broke the letter. He looked at the words in the inside but the powerful power, and his hands became more trembling.
"I know."
After seeing it three times in a row, confirming that he did not miss any word, and did not comprehend the meaning of any word, he took a slap in the face of the yellow robes and said: "I agree with this. proposal."
The yellow robe practitioner looked at Zhang Yi’s pale but began to become a firm face. He looked at his still shaking hands and reached out. He seemed to take back the letter, but while his fingers had just touched the letter, The letter was shattered by a soft force, and it was directly turned into a tiny flying dust scattered in the hands of Zhang Yi.
This is a powerful spiritual realm, but such a Huangpao practitioner is just an ordinary messenger for the perfect woman in the palace.
In the mountain gate of the Jianshan Mountain, there are some courtyards at the foot of the mountain on the side of the Sapphire Mountain Road.
Some new disciples, or disciples like Zhang Yi who are about to get started, are here.
Zhang Yi returned to the courtyard where he was temporarily staying. He did not say hello to anyone like Du Gubai, and he closed the door and entered the room and started a pen and paper.
His face is still pale, but his hands have returned to stability.
He quietly wrote a letter, left on the table, and then pushed the door away.
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A black cloud flows slowly in the sky.
A black goshawk ran through the clouds and slid across a black mountain.
The black mountains are not tall, there is no growth of grass and trees, but there are countless tombstones of large and small standing.
There is an imperial driving force outside the mountain.
There is a tomb in a valley near the foothills. The tombstone in front of the tomb is a small crown.
Qi Di stood in the valley with a blank face.
The entire valley, the entire mountain, only he stood alone.
When Zhang Yi’s quiet letter of thumb left, he was also looking at a secret that had just arrived.
He is not so calm.
After carefully reading the last word of this secret, he cried directly, crying very hard, very sad.
"If you are a teacher! You have no complaints, but since you went, I have had trouble sleeping. In the dream, the division of the Qin army tiger wolf broke into the city and there was no one to stop."
"If the teacher! The Songshan sword meeting has just ended, you know that Changling has another genius boy who is the same as the net glass and the boutonniere."
"If the teacher! Think about it is really bitter... When the Bashan sword field was at its peak, Qin had already had so many geniuses that people could not understand. Now, it is still endless, is it that Yuan Wu is really destined to return? What?"
"If the teacher! The net glaze and the bouldering are not enough for the young people. After ten years, I am afraid no one can resist the hand, but two such monsters are not enough, but now there is another one. We are It’s good, you can’t easily leave such a disciple, but you buried yourself with you. What does this mean?

"Every time I read here, I can't wait to go with you."
"If you are a teacher! If you want to read the people of Qi, I really want to go with you."
Qi Di cried without emperor's demeanor and shed tears.
The grave in front of him was dead and unchanged, even the weeds did not grow, and there was no strange smell that the practitioner could perceive, but when his crying became louder and louder, the dirt on the grave was Start a slight tremor.
It is obvious that only the black soil is shaking, but it clearly reveals a dislike that sees through Qi Di.
Qi Di’s eyes widened and he stopped the sorrow, but he was sobbing from time to time.
The unpleasant scent is not so happy that it is so isolated and more sharp.
The dirt on the top of the grave, like the burnt incense ash, was floated by the wind, and a little black light slowly passed out.
A dark, black grass with a cool scent grew out of it.
This black grass has only one blade of grass, and it is still facing Qidi when it grows out, but in a blink of an eye, the tip of the grass is aimed at the direction of the Daqin Changling.
Qi Di’s sobs stopped, and after a moment of entanglement, he bowed to the grave, and at the moment he turned, his face still had tears, but the depths of his eyes were dyed with a layer of joy.