[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

"Your mental strength is unstable, Xiaokui is worried about you."

Murong Ziying looked at the water and said calmly, "I'm fine."

Solanum nigrum sat beside him, hugged her knees, and asked, as if she hadn't heard what he said, "Why?"

Murong Ziying remained silent.

Solanum nigrum frowned, more worried, but didn't know what to say or what to do, dazed and anxious.

"As a cultivator, I'm ashamed to say it." Murong Ziying lowered her eyes, and after a long silence, she murmured in a shy voice, "When I first met him, he was incomparably noble and unparalleled, and he was one of the most powerful men in the world. Come on, let me look forward to and admire you, how dare you have other thoughts."

Solanum nigrum was surprised that Murong Ziying said these things to her, and she got closer curiously, but there was something else that attracted her, which made her stare blankly.

Murong Ziying just said to herself: "The prince is busy with state affairs, and I have my own tasks. In fact, I haven't met a few times. His Highness has always loved me. Qionghua has never treated me like this. I am flattered and attached to enjoy it." , I couldn’t give up, but later on, I was not very happy, I think I had greedy thoughts for him when I was young, but I didn’t know it.”

"There is no distinction between good and evil, but His Highness is a person who truly cares about the world." Murong Ziying said up to this point, and her sighs turned into pity, "No one can force him, but he is too cruel to me. But nothing can be done..."

Solanum nigrum suddenly pushed Murong Ziying, almost pushing her into the water, and said loudly, "Brother Murong, that person took your lantern."

Murong Ziying hastily turned her head to look, and saw a man in a moon-white suit sitting sideways by the water, holding a clear ice flower in his left hand, he heard the sound and looked here, the silver-white mask covered half of his face, and the corners of his lips curled into sarcasm smile.

The ice flower was put back on the water, but Murong Ziying felt a sudden chill, she immediately glanced away and walked into the crowd.

Two names were engraved on the ice flower, Murong Ziying and Xihuang Changqin.

Back at the inn, it became deserted all of a sudden, people went out to visit the lantern festival, and only a few old people and servants were left behind.

Murong Ziying walked up to the second floor and stopped in front of Huaiwei's room. He saw the figure of the man in front of the lamp, hesitated for a long time, but still did not go in.

Setting off the next day, Huaiwei was still trapped in a chaotic dream, sleeping peacefully, seemingly never waking up.

Mu Zitong also disappeared without a trace.

Kunlun, the root of the world's dragon veins, Tianyong City is built on the peak, along the mountain, embraces the water and surrounds the spirit, and swallows everything.

Murong Ziying came here for the "water" of Tianyong City.

It is said that when the ancestors of Tianyong City established their sect, they found a cold pool with hundreds of millions of years buried deep under the rocks, where the running water never freezes, and the spiritual trees and strange flowers grow on the ground, so Tianyong City was built here. .

The ancestor of the dragon veins, the Primordial Cold Pool, there is no other place in the world that can nourish the soul of Changqin more than here.

The seventh generation head of Tianyong City, Shechen, is a pure and cold woman, with a crown and a plain belt, holding a dust whisk in her hand, rubbing snow in ice clothes, drifting like a fairy.

Yun Qing and others came back first and reported to the head that She Chen had prepared matters and was only waiting for the guests to come.

When they arrived at Tianyong City, Yun Rong only led Murong Ziying to the front of the steps, and went in to report first. Murong Ziying held Huai Weiheng in her arms and waited quietly.

Not long after, they were invited in. Knowing that Zi Yin had cultivated an immortal body, Shechen wanted to receive him with a higher standard, but because of Huaiwei's poor condition, he was politely refused without saying a few words.

People who can come to Tianyong City as guests must be of good status, the guest rooms are extremely comfortable, Murong Ziying has set up an enchantment, and one person looks after the room.

The Yang Yan in Huaiwei's body suddenly rose sharply, it was extremely hot, Murong Ziying hugged him, looked at him in pain, whimpered hoarsely, but there was nothing he could do, and he didn't dare to leave.In the middle of the night, Huaiwei became more and more uneasy, and spit out a mouthful of scorching blood, which fell into Murong Ziying's hands, and immediately scorched her skin and blood coagulated.

Murong Ziying caressed her wound, and it healed instantly without any trace, but it hurt so deeply, it's hard to imagine how painful Huaiwei must be, it made him tremble in his heart.

If you think that you have never obtained it, you will not be too obsessed with it, and your obsession will not arise.He has cultivated a fairy body and a spiritual body, and his heart should be like still water. He doesn't know if he understands love, but he has lived for a hundred years, and he has never felt so distressed for a person. Knowing that the person he loves may disappear, he will feel panic and resentment.

Murong Ziying hugged the person in her arms tightly, snuggling close to each other until the next morning, Huaiwei slept peacefully again, but red bloodshots appeared on the skin, which were either deep or shallow, like red cracks, fragile and terrifying.

There can be no more delay, Huaiwei is like a piece of broken porcelain, unable to bear the slightest touch.Murong Ziying set up an enchantment to protect him again, and went to find the head of Tianyong alone to obtain a way to enter the ancient cold pool.

The ancient cold pool is the source of luck in Tianyong City and the foundation of gathering spirits. If it is destroyed, Tianyong will decline with it. The immortal ancestor would not leave the method of entry, but he still passed it down and made Tianyong The fate of the city is in the hands of generations of masters. Whether it prospers or perishes, Feng Shui cannot last forever, and it depends on the fate of people.

The sky and the earth cannot last forever. Mountains and rivers shift, rivers change course, and it is unpredictable. Going with the flow is the way.

Fairy Shechen has been in charge of the sect for more than ten years, Tianyong City is becoming more and more prosperous, and it has become a blessed place for immortals all over the world. Although Murong Ziying has cultivated an immortal body and came from the royal family to worship in a famous family, she is now a lone immortal. It is too rude and rude to ask the headmaster for a way to enter the sect's spiritual base.

But Murong Ziying must get it.

In the main hall of Tianyong City, there are only two people, Shechen and Ziyin. The hall is simple and grand, with simple decoration, no incense tripod ancestor statue, only worshiping Tao with swords.

After hearing Ziyin's intentions, Shechen just kept silent, she is a calm person, her emotions and anger are invisible, she doesn't speak, Ziyin can only wait.

The hall was a little dark, so quiet, somewhat depressing, Shechen suddenly spoke, and the voice fell to the ground as cold as ice.

Shechen said coldly: "Can the real person tell me, who is that white-clothed man?"

It's hard for Ziyin to speak, they are indeed just friends, but what Shechen needs to know is naturally not the case.

After a moment of hesitation, Ziyin finally said: "I have admired him for a hundred years, but it is only wishful thinking so far."

"Achieving the Tao and becoming an immortal is also suffering from love." Shechen seemed to laugh, but it was even colder, "It seems that the so-called seeking the Tao without fate and being ruthless to immortals and gods are all nonsense."

Zi Yin couldn't explain it, he might be an exception, but he couldn't be an exception.He can only say nothing.

"Reverend Ziyin, Tianyong City will be doomed in the future, and you must do everything you can to help." Shechen stepped forward slowly, handed him a jade key, and sighed slightly, "If you can't ask for it after all, you can help me." I will guard the Primordial Cold Pool."

Ziyin had no other words, but said politely: "Thank you, Sect Leader."

There was no need for any kind of fairy formation, and that night, Murong Ziying carefully walked down the long steps step by step with Huaiwei in her arms, and disappeared under Tianyong City.

The stone steps are shallow and narrow, slippery and difficult to walk, and the tunnel is too dark to see, and the depth seems to be boundless.Murong Ziying walked away in a blink of an eye, lighting the lamps along the way, the road seemed to be endless, even if his heart was burning like fire, he could only walk steadily while looking at the deep darkness.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, there seemed to be a bird flapping its wings in the darkness, seemingly absent. Murong Ziying slowed down, and the sound disappeared again.The sound he made echoed among the stone steps, getting farther and farther away, the road in front of him turned a sharp bend, and when he walked out, he saw a cold pool with cold mist, some glimmers of light reflected, and the light waves rippled straight into the darkness inside.

Huai Wei was carefully put into the cold pool, and sat leaning against the stone wall, her shoulders were exposed out of the water, her head was slightly tilted, and her black hair was floating in the water, rippling with the waves.

This cold pool is bigger than the entire Tianyong City, every five steps there is a candlestick of a lady holding a lotus, Murong Ziying lights it up one by one, and walks around the cold pool.

The candlelight remained still, but the water in the cold pool had no wind and waves. It gradually lit up, and only then did I see a thousand-year-old tree growing in the clear pool, and it grew into the rocks. The vines wrapped around the trunk and covered the whole area. The stone wall is full of ice-blue flowers, and it seems that the fragrance of the flowers is also chilly, so beautiful.

The cold air is piercing into the soul, even Murong Ziying's fairy body can't stand it for long, but the cold mist on the pool seems to have spiritual consciousness, wrapping Huaiwei's body so that he can absorb it.

Murong Ziying can't stay here for three hours at most, even if she wants to be with her.The wonderland here is intriguing. He looked up at the top wall, wondering if there might really be a tree canopy growing inside. With just one thought, the top wall suddenly vibrated like thunder.

A water curtain fell all around, surrounding the pond water, impacting on the stone steps and walls, and finally merged into the pond. The splashed water seemed to glow, illuminating the entire underground secret realm.

The red cracks on Huaiwei's body disappeared little by little, which made Murong Ziying feel relieved, and left after two hours.

The man in white sleeps deep in the water, his face is covered by a mask, but his pride cannot be restrained, like a quiet and noble king in a secret realm.

Murong Ziying would come here to accompany her every day, and would leave in less than three hours. As long as he was not there, countless bright little things would emerge from the cracks in the flowers, vines and trees, like stars flying all over the sky.

These elves in the secret realm seem to be particularly fond of Huaiwei, they always fly over and land on him, and after a long time, they are melted by the sun, but they just fly to the flame, never stop, and have never been discovered .

Murong Ziying doesn't know whether Huaiwei can perceive the outside world, but she still talks to him every day, and even if she doesn't get a response, she occasionally smiles, waiting for him to wake up, and even learned the lyre, but never dared to play in the heavenly realm. Play before God.

Changqin's obsession with the qin is completely different from Murong Ziying's obsession with swords. He only obsessively pursues the most perfect qin and the most wonderful music. As long as there is a better one, everything else will be discarded. , How dare Murong Ziying play the piano in front of him.Murong Ziying's pursuit