Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 347: See You in the Mountains

The green shadow shattered into thousands of fireflies, and the frosty light seeped into the veins of the earth, like stardust scattered between heaven and earth, quietly blending into the veins of the earth. The ancient bow engraved with dragon scales fell from the clouds, like a black bird with broken wings crossing the sky, and the bowstring vibrated in the wind with a desolate tremor, as if humming a dirge from a thousand years ago. A similar scene from a thousand years ago suddenly emerged - when the rock-patterned arrow pierced the chest of a close friend, it also fell into the deep ravine like this, and remained silent in the cold stream for hundreds of years, until a pair of hot hands picked it up and took it away from the lonely abyss.

At this moment, the mountain wind whimpers and fills the empty bow, but at the moment it touches the ground, a stream of water-colored silk suddenly comes from the depths of the clouds - the dark blue spiritual light condenses into a swimming dragon, sweeping across the mountains in an instant, and the dragon's whiskers nimbly cling to the bow body. The surface of the silk thread is marked with the imprint of the ancient demon-subduing seal, and the entanglement is like a child holding a lost and recovered treasure, carrying the cool water vapor to pull the ancient bow away from the rugged rocks, and suddenly sinking into a white palm.

The bow still has the residual warmth of fireflies, and the moment it touches the fingertips of the old friend, the night mooring stone at the end suddenly bursts into light. The water-colored silk thread wrapped around it turns into a translucent ribbon, and the gilded bell tied at the end rings, as if responding to the creaking rhythm of a spinning wheel deep in the bamboo forest of Qingce Village, as if the gears of time are quietly turning at this moment.

The dusk spread over the rocks like coagulated blood, the Thousand Rock Black Armor array was on the edge of the cliff, and the tassels hanging from the spear tips condensed into still blood beads in the north wind, as if time had stopped at this moment. Ye Lan stroked the still warm black gold ancient bow, and stroked the newly added cracks on the bow with her fingertips - this trace was like a bloody wound left when time kissed regret, silently telling the tragic and helpless past.

"Array."

The light-as-a-feather command broke the silence, and the bronze shield wall opened a three-inch gap. Through the gaps in the army formation, she saw the broken rock ridges oozing an amber halo, just like what was described in the family notes - it was a long-ago battle, with rock ridges collapsing, earth veins gushing, and the sky and earth were filled with a mixture of gold and blood.

"Grandpa, this is happening again...your sister is really..." Ye Lan suddenly laughed softly, and the water-colored thread swam from her fingers into the depths of the ruins, as if she was searching for some distant memory. "Forget it, since Ningguang asked me to come, I'd better clean up the mess first."

The gilded bell vibrated at her waist, bringing with it the unique scent of agarwood from the Condensed Light Secret Letter. She tapped the rock edge with her toes, as if she was walking on invisible silk threads and zipping through the air. The purple lightning of the Apostle of the Abyss had not yet touched the army formation, but had already been crushed into dust by the life-linking silk threads that appeared out of thin air, turning into tiny starlights that dissipated in the wind.

"Senior Lin Huan." Ye Lan suddenly spoke to the void, crushing a piece of dragon scale that was disappearing with her fingertips covered with silk threads. Her voice was as light as a whisper, but with a hint of imperceptible tenderness. "I heard from Ningguang that the Spider Star Wind Erosion Silk you learned from your great ancestor in the Qun Yu Pavilion is much more dazzling than the jade-burning move you are using now... So, it is not appropriate to sacrifice yourself casually."

The setting sun stretched her shadow into a wedge that pierced the enemy's formation. The roar of the Qianyan Army's iron boots treading on the ground was like the drumbeats of the past to save the souls of the dead in the Wangsheng Hall, heavy and solemn. When the last purple-robed figure was nailed to the Panlong Pillar by the life-thread, Ye Lan was leaning against a half-rock ridge, flipping through her ancestral notes. A half-dried glazed lily fell between the yellowed pages - that was a trick that a little fairy had put in the battle report more than 400 years ago to coax the crying girl of his brother-in-law's family. She gently picked up the petal, stroking its texture with her fingertips, as if she could touch the dusty warmth.

After a long time, Ye Lan closed the book, and her eyes moved away from the wreckage of the Abyss Cult, and finally focused on the Azure Dragon, which was tightly bound by the ridge of rock set up by the steel cable and the gilded rock bow not far away. The dragon's body, which was thousands of feet long, was entangled in the black iron chain, and its scales were broken like spider webs. Blood was still oozing from the seven-inch part, and the wound pierced by the jade sword was glowing amber in the twilight. The dragon's pupils were as red as lava, and the hoarse voice of baring teeth and moaning was wrapped in the pain that had not dissipated for four hundred years, as if the filth of the abyss had penetrated into the bone marrow.

"What a hassle." Ye Lan tapped her arm with her fingertips, the tapping sound intertwined with the sound of the wind. She slowly approached, and a water-colored silk thread swam out from her sleeves, clinging to the scarred body of the Azure Dragon like a spirit snake. The silk thread was as cool as frost, and the demon-subduing seal flowed on the dragon's scales, pressing the surging filthy breath back into the depths of the meridians inch by inch.

"Lord Ye Lan, do you need support?" Sergeant Qianyan asked in a low voice.

"No need." She did not turn around, her eyes were always locked on the trembling dragon whiskers of the Azure Dragon, "The situation is not over yet, you guys go ahead."

The talisman was taken out from her bosom, and the complex runes glowed blue in the twilight. Ye Lan chanted a spell, and the talisman turned into a stream of light and sank into the heart of the Azure Dragon. The dragon's body struggled a little slower, but the black mist of the abyss still moved between its scales like a venomous snake. "It seems that we can only wait for the honorary knight who has dealt with the Wind Demon Dragon." She sighed softly, and the gilded bell trembled slightly with the sigh.

The blue dragon suddenly shook its head, its long tail swaying like a cry, and its broken roar revealed a hint of pleading. Ye Lan stroked the bell on her waist with her fingertips, and the sound was like the wind blowing through bamboo shoots: "You always carry everything on your shoulders, but have you ever thought... that those who see you bleeding will also feel heartache?"

The dragon's pupils flickered, and filth and clarity clashed in the red. Ye Lan's silk thread suddenly tightened, and the demon seal lit up on the dragon's body like a star: "You don't want me to take risks, but if I see you imprisoned in the abyss like this, it will be a hundred times more painful than enduring the backlash. Guarding is not a road to walk alone-"

The Azure Dragon's roar suddenly stopped, as if something had stabbed its vitals. Ye Lan took a step forward, her hair sweeping across the rock ridge, spreading out the emerald remnant array: "You always think of yourself as a stranger passing through a foreign land, but the wind of Liyue remembers you, the bronze bells of the Hall of Rebirth remember you, and the glazed lilies in the battle report... also remember you." Her fingertips brushed across the cracks in the dragon scales, and her voice suddenly became sharp, "If you really want to end all this, you should have joined us, not died alone!"

The dragon's body trembled, and the filthy black mist dissipated like the tide. Ye Lan's life-thread took the opportunity to wrap around the jade hilt on her chest, and the gilded bell rang: "More than four hundred years ago, you were willing to risk your life for your loved ones. Now it's my turn to teach you - what is the true inheritance."

In the depths of twilight, a ray of starlight pierced through the dark clouds, just like the light of a sword that someone had struck across mountains and seas.