[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

The blood was shining, the Taoist closed his eyes lightly, chanted the mantra, clasped the Ziyin with both hands, the square jade rose to the Xuanwu Gate, and melted into the stone wall, and the blood was not extinguished, the Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, already drenched in sweat , The eye sockets overflowed with blood.

A clang, clang, and phoenix sound resounded through the sky, and it was like the sound of a lingling zither gliding past the ears, and suddenly closed, everyone woke up, seeing that the red light had dissipated, and there was no trace of the jade entering the bluestone.

On the Kunlun Qionghua, Murong Ziying led several newcomers walking in the veranda, suddenly paused.

"What's wrong with you?" Yun Tianhe asked strangely.

Murong Ziying looked down at the strings on her wrist, only felt a drop of warm water dripping on her heart, in the blink of an eye, the strings made a low hum, which spread throughout Qionghua.

Time stands still, sunlight stagnates, and the whole Qionghua seems to be embedded in a painting. Pavilions, pavilions, flowers and plants, figures, insects and birds, all seem to be immobilized. The world is placed outside the space, the stream does not flow, and the shadow of the sun does not move.

In the second year of Zhenguan, Emperor Tang named Li Jian the title of Xi Wang, posthumously as hermit, and reburied him with royal rites.

In the 16th year of Zhenguan, Emperor Tang presented Li Jian as crown prince.Since then, the history secretary Prince has been built, and they are all called Prince Yin.

In the 23rd year of Zhenguan, Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty passed away in Hanfeng Palace.The crown prince Li Zhi is located in the Taiji Hall, the year name is Yonghui, and he keeps his filial piety in Ganye Temple.

In the second year of Yonghui, the new emperor was full of filial piety, and brought the talented Wu family of Taizong of Ganye Temple back into the palace.

In the sixth year of Yonghui, Tang Emperor Li Zhi abolished the Queen Wang's family and made Wu Zhaoyi his queen.

In the fourth year of Xianqing, Empress Wu fell into the trap of Changsun Wuji colluding with Chu Suiliang and others for rebellion. Changsun Wuji was exiled in Qianzhou and forced to hang himself.

In October, Crown Prince Hong was crowned, and Emperor Li Zhi moved to Luoyang, the eastern capital, with Empress Wu, and Prince Hong supervised the country.

For more than [-] years, the soul of Changqin has been suppressed by Xuanwu Gate and trapped in Yuheng. The breath of the dragon vein has become a part of him just like the soul built by the prince.

The resentment in Changqin's heart is too deep, her soul stays in the place of death and cannot leave, but she doesn't want to be trapped in Yuheng.In the Yin-gathering place of the Xuanwu Gate, there is also the evil spirit of the original body that cannot be dissipated, suppressing the power of the Changqin Fire, Phoenix and Yang Yan, and was trapped in this ancient soul-locking jade.

Trapped in prison, with his soul in shackles, the evil spirit rose again. Changqin transformed the strength of a string of the original body, sealing the evil spirit in the mark of the evil spirit between the eyebrows. After that, the cinnabar between the eyebrows was imprinted on his soul. Even if he reshaped the Feng Lai Qin, it would only have 49 strings, without the power of chaos.

After sealing the evil spirit, her soul power was unstable, and she couldn't break through Yuheng for a while. Changqin didn't know the year, nor when it would be.

In the middle of the night, Chang'an had a curfew, and even Marquis Wu, who was patrolling the streets, dozed off while walking on the road, but a six or seven-year-old child jumped out of the wall of the square, rolled on the ground, and almost fell into the ditch.

The cloud covered the moon, who could find such a little boy, he didn't panic, he got up and patted his clothes, and picked up a long sword with a sapphire sheath on the ground.

The kid wiped the scabbard clean, hugged it in his arms, and whispered something to it: "You are so sad, Sanliu will take you to see your master." There was a moment of silence, as if someone answered him, he He said again, "Sanliu is not a life-threatening."

The child didn't know how to be powerful, and he didn't know how to know the way. After walking for most of the night, he went to Xuanwumen.

The majesty of the imperial city is so majestic that ordinary people don't even have the guts to take a second look. The solemn and solemn feeling goes straight to the hearts of the people. The monsters and ghosts all retreat. In front of the Xuanwu Gate, this sword spirit was fed by the blood of the royal family, and even served the prince. , but can use some supernatural powers.

The sword came out of its sheath, and the powder-faced baby was engulfed in the sword energy. The murderous aura alarmed Wu Wei. Several people surrounded him, but saw a small baby holding a long sword with a cold blade in both hands, flying up to the ground. Shouting in fright, he flew straight to the top of Xuanwu's main gate, and with a thud, a sword pierced into the bluestone wall, bursting out with blood.

"Come on! Come on!" Wu Wei shouted, with a knife and ax in hand, he wanted to kill this son, but the archers hadn't arrived yet.

The majestic Wuwei Army of the imperial city really lost face this time, they didn't catch the slender boy, and watched him disappear without a trace.

Someone said in a panic: "Quickly report this strange incident to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The orderer wanted to report in, but at the place where the sword had been stabbed on the Xuanwu Gate, bursts of fairy music and zither sounds were deafening in the blood, and the soldiers and guards inside and outside the Xuanwu Gate fell to the ground as if their hearts were captured.

The fragments of Yuheng collapsed and Huofeng was reborn from the nirvana, and it was Fengming who shocked the nine heavens.

Gorgeous clothes, orchids and jade trees, noble face, brows are red, the son is in the world, unparalleled in the world.

Chang Qin stood in front of the Xuanwu Gate wearing the Leshen Mian suit, straightened his clothes first, and then looked left and right. I don't know how many years have passed, but the Xuanwu Gate is still standing as before.With a palm move, he summoned Yi Shuijian back, pulled the sword behind him and turned to look for the little child, this child was too young, leaning against the palace wall in a daze, Xu didn't even know what he had done, he Remembering this doll, Yi Shui told him that the child's name was Chen Sanliu.

"Yi Shui, you send him back, I have other matters to attend to." Changqin ordered, and the breath of dragon veins was introduced into the sword body, helping Yi Shui to take shape.

Yi Shui knelt in front of Changqin, now he was a handsome young man, his face couldn't hold back his joy, he cupped his fists and said, "Follow the master's order."

The sword spirit picked up the child and disappeared. Changqin habitually tangles with the crown, wandering into the streets, and suddenly stops when she reaches the depths.The one on the left is fair-faced and tall, happy at first sight, and the one on the right is black-faced, short and fat, with a scary face, and his hands are wrapped in iron locks.

Changqin said kindly: "I know why you have come here, but you should leave regardless of guilt."

"Since your Highness knows, you should follow us." Bai Wuchang smiled even more, stepped forward to make a small salute, and said, "His Royal Highness's soul should have entered reincarnation long ago, but His Highness can't be found after searching all over the world. Your Majesty can only send me Waiting to guard at the Xuanwu Gate, this job will be paid."

Just as Changqin was about to speak, Hei Wuchang opened his eyes with a fierce look on his face, and shouted: "You must die!" Immediately, Changqin was slightly annoyed, and even though he knew that he could only say these three words, he lost his temper.

Bai Wuchang hastily blocked him and said, "Your Highness, forgive me, my brother can't speak."

Changqin tilted his head, crowned with golden rocks and emerald feathers swaying, shining pearls and jade flowers at night, overwhelming the two ghosts with such momentum, he said coldly: "What crime did I commit? Handsome to get it? Your second kid is not qualified."

"I must die, I must die!" Hei Wuchang jumped up without knowing what to do, several must die one after another, and rushed into Changqin rudely, Bai Wuchang couldn't stop him.

Concentrating the strength on his fingertips, Changqin raised his hand and flicked it lightly, knocking Hei Wuchang out of his wits, and then stopped giving them a glance, and transformed into a pair of red golden phoenix wings, Yi will soar into the sky.

The prince Changqin turned into a fire phoenix Suzaku, curling its wings and singing into the night. At dawn, the golden crow poked its head, and the fire phoenix's colorful feathers displayed haze and auspicious light, and flew away to the south.

Therefore, there are rumors that the crown prince supervises the country alone, Ye Feifeng is flying in Chang'an, and there is a nobleman near the East Palace.

No.19 times

In the first year of Yonglong's reign, there was a spring drought in the eastern state of the south of the Yangtze River, and the weather was out of phase.

The best mountains and rivers in the world, Fuchun from ancient to modern times.The Fuchun River in Hangzhou is famous for its mountains and rivers. There are many mountains and rivers on both sides of the bank, and the water and the sky complement each other. The green is thick and the red is deep.

Today, however, the drought has continued for many years, the water level of the river has dropped a lot, and the beautiful scenery on both sides of the river is like frost in autumn.The Longwang Temple in Hangzhou is full of incense. It was naturally not so lively in the past.

On the upper reaches of the Fuchun River, there is a small temple that no one pays attention to, enshrining a little dragon whose name is unknown, and no one thinks of it during the severe drought in this remote place in the forest.Now it has been drought for a long time, and I don’t know who entered the temple by chance. When I go down the mountain, I will tell people everywhere that this is the Dragon King Temple of the Fuchun River. Choose an auspicious day and a good morning, and go up the mountain to open the altar.

It was a drought in spring, the ground was dry and the sky was dry. It was still a sunny day, and the sky was cloudless for thousands of miles. A group of powerful young men and old men went up the mountain, followed by children looking for fun.

There are landlords, small businesses and farmers here, you call me and I will pull you, carry the incense table and hold the copper stove, the hexagram plate for asking divination and seeking immortals, the yellow talisman for exorcising ghosts and gathering spirits, swords, flags, and bells, ordinary people can talk about rituals. There are many that come to mind.A few young people in front lead the way, followed by an old road, accompanied by two boys, and looking back, the long line of people is crowded on the small winding path in the forest, and the end of the tree is hidden by trees that are more than a hundred years old.

Hurting, shouting, chattering, dust kicking, this group of mud people from the lower world entered this secluded mountain and verdant forest, bringing in the noise and vulgarity, but the lively vigor is so lively that people can't get tired of it.

I don't know how many hours I've been walking. Seeing that the sun has reached the top of the head, Tong'er who followed the old Taoist is already tired and his legs are heavy, but he dare not complain. up.

The green doors and stone steps of the small temple are clean, and the ancient pine moss is green and blue.The water vapor here moisturizes the skin, cools the soul, and the faint purple air is lingering. The whole temple is embedded in the rocks, and an ancient pine covers the sky, but there is no fallen leaves and dust. The front door seems to have been cleaned just now.

The old Taoist swept his wide sleeves, turned around and said to the crowd, "Be quiet, everyone, be careful not to bump into the gods."

But someone shouted, someone opened the temple door from inside, looked at the young son of a wealthy family, saw that the courtyard behind him was clean, there was a table leaning on the bamboo building, it looked like a ruined temple, it seemed like a private home.

The young master was dressed in black green and carried a sapphire sheath sword on his back. His delicate features did not look like a warrior.When he came out, he scolded and asked: "Who is making noise and disturbing my master's peace?"

There were many people at the bottom but no one responded to him, whispering to each other and discussing