Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 350: The sky is about to snow in the evening (Part )

The ground veins of Cuijue Slope were whimpering in their death throes. The amber tears of blood gurgling from the cracks of the mountain condensed into winding rivers under the moonlight, immersing the entire valley into the rotting organs of an ancient beast. Ye Lan tapped the collapsed rock spear with her toes, her black cloak rustled in the strong wind, and the gilded bell on her waist suddenly exploded into twenty-seven golden seals for subduing demons. Each rune was like an angry lotus holding the light of the Buddha, burning the rotten flesh of the Azure Dragon with surging black mist into fragrant cracks. When the dragon's tail swept over with stardust, the black iron chains that bound the evil dragon actually corroded into star-like gullies in the splashing dragon blood.

"It's not like you to be in such a miserable state... Senior." When Ye Lan's life-thread wrapped around the dragon's horn, a cold gleam of mockery flashed across the end of her gilded eyes. The moment her slender finger was raised, nine rock ridges broke out of the ground, their shape like the rainbow spear thrown by the emperor, and their power like the thousand-year-old Mingxiao lantern in Liyue Harbor. Qinglong's vertical pupils had been soaked into purple-black by the abyss, but he managed to get a ray of clarity in the severe pain of the rock spear piercing his body - the tip of the jade sword was trembling and stabbing towards his heart. It was Lin Huan's remaining consciousness that was controlling the dragon claw to commit suicide.

The clouds were suddenly torn apart by the golden sword light, just like the first ray of light from the rock king that pierced through the abyss of rock. Ying's figure fell against the moonlight, and the stardust on the ends of her hair resonated with the scattered fireflies of the Azure Dragon, forming a vortex.

Half a day ago, at the reversed wind statue, when Dainsleb's sword was about to chop off the apostle's head, the gilded sword light forced him back three steps like a poisonous snake. Paimon's exclamation was choked in his throat, and he saw her staggering forward, her hair brushing against the base of the statue, shaking off tiny starlight.

"You learned to make wine from solidified moonshine."

Kong appeared from the shadows, and the golden flame flowing in his palm condensed into a sharp sword. He stroked the blade as gently as combing his sister's hair, but the blade was against Dain's throat: "It's a pity that the wine taster should be the drinker, not the widow of Kanreya."

Ying's fingertips dug into her palm, and blood fell on the Cecilia flower on the base of the statue. The petals were soaked with blood and condensed into the green color of the jade hairpin in Lin Huan's hair: "Come home with me, brother."

"Home?" Kong's laughter was wrapped in thunder from deep in the earth. "When the Seven Gods crushed the people of Kanria into worms of the abyss—" The sword flashed, and the apostle's head rolled to the ground, and the black blood meandered into an inverted crown totem. "Only the embers of revenge are left on our way home!"

Dain's scabbard hit the rock wall, sparks flew out: "Five hundred years have passed, and your sword still only pierces the throat of the old friend?" He ripped open his collar, and curse lines crawled all over his neck like spider webs. "Turning her love for light into chess pieces, paving the long steps to the gods with immortal bones... Is this the new world you promised, is this the birthday gift you sent to Liyue for her?"

"Dain, what you said is..." Ying looked back in disbelief.

Dain's single eye condensed into a collapsing vortex of stars, and the broken light pierced through the night like a tempered vajra:

"The friend who drank with you under the moonlight is also the person in front of you and me... an old friend who has been exchanging letters for five hundred years."

He knocked his knuckles against the scabbard, and the sparks that flew out turned into the sleepless sky lanterns of Liyue Harbor.

"When the veins of the abyss were boiling like a furnace, she used her left hand to draw talismans to subdue demons, and her right hand to write eulogies for the deceased—"

The spark in the one eye suddenly became as violent as a burning wind.

"We all thought that she swallowed the poison of karma in exchange for half a century of mortal life."

The black blood oozing from the sword blade was wiped by the tip of his finger, and the star track of Lin Huan's disappearance was drawn on the ground.

"Little did I know that this poison...had already been refined by someone into a bone-eroding lock."

Ying's pupils suddenly contracted. Memories were like a sharp blade that cut through the fog - it turned out that when Lin Huan hurriedly left that day, the tassels of the jade hairpin that fell from her hair were chains that embodied the curse of the abyss.

"So the knot of rebirth that she taught me to weave that day...was she preparing to tie a bell for my soul to return to? Brother, why did you...!"

Kong tilted his head slightly, and stroked the sword as gently as if he was touching his sister's hair. "For me, whether I win or lose in this game of chess, I am happy to see it. If the star falls into the abyss, she will be free from the filthy cage forever; if she rises to the sky... I will be able to obtain one of the chips that can shake the throne of the sky. For example, the final chapter of this game of chess - isn't it the multiple-choice question that Miss Honor Knight is good at?"

"But, you misunderstood three things, brother." Ying smiled faintly, "Ah Huan never pursued eternal freedom, as long as she had a clear conscience. You underestimated her responsibility to this world and her cherishment of important things, and underestimated her regretless moves; and the night guarded by Mr. Dai Yin was not a funeral..."

The sword light cut off a strand of silver hair, "It is the future that the living can still choose!"

The chopped hair turned into a new glazed lily in the earth veins. At the same time, a clear bell rang from Cuijue Slope—the copper bell on the eaves of the Wangsheng Hall caught the firefly that fell five hundred years ago. The remaining stardust of Lin Huan gathered into a translucent shadow in the ringing of the bell. The jade beads on her wrist jingled, just like the wind chimes shaking on the eaves of Wangshu Inn that night when she taught her firefly to brew dandelion wine.

"And... the most important point. As for me, when I taste wine..." Ying's sword tip ignited with a green and gold flame, "I only respect those who drink with me!"

The stars fell with a loud bang, but burst into thousands of dandelions when they hit the ground.