Tian Yan 49

Above Nine Heavens, outside the Palace of the Emperor of Heaven.

A slender figure hurried towards the gate of the palace, and the guards on both sides of the gate stopped him with their spears and halberds tilted: "Stop! This is the Palace of the Emperor of Heaven, no one else is allowed to enter!"

The person who was stopped was stunned for a moment, his frowning eyebrows relaxed, his emerald-like eyes blankly glanced at the guards on both sides, and took a step back: "When I came back last time, I didn't say no to enter here."

The guard looked at him and saw the pattern of willow leaves on his waist, and asked with a hint of disdain: "Where did you come from, little fairy official? Immortal officials are not allowed to approach the Palace of Heavenly Emperor. I will spare you this time and leave quickly."

He was stunned for a while, a little bit dumbfounded and said: "Me? Immortal official?"

The guard looked at him with pity: "Dong Jun has recently promoted a lot of little fairies who are in charge of plants, you are new here."

The human continent is separated by seas, and the continent where Jiuchongshan is located is full of aura and has its own path to ascension. Few people are promoted by the gods, while other continents are not so lucky. They ascend to the heavens mainly by being promoted by the gods.

Just listen to this meaning, is there too many people brought up?Is it necessary to distribute the same position to so many people?

He didn't have time to think about it, he pushed aside the guard's spear and halberd: "My name is Fusang, I have an urgent matter with the Emperor of Heaven."

Fusang has seldom cared about the affairs of the heavens for thousands of years. These two may be newcomers, and they have never heard of this name, so they will not let them go.Fusang was about to make a move, when a voice came from the hall: "Let him in."

The guard was stunned for a moment, Fusang had already pushed aside the halberd blocking the way, and stepped into the hall, the god in silver armor was going out, brushing past him.

The door of the hall creaked and closed behind him, the ever-burning lamps in the hall suddenly lit up, there were some people in the hall, and there were some people with hair like frost and snow standing with their hands behind their backs.

Fusang said, "I'm back to Yanggu."

The man with his hands behind his back turned around and looked at him indifferently.

After Fusang finished speaking, he suddenly couldn't find anything to say. He hadn't seen this person for thousands of years, and he had no way of knowing what he had become during these long years.

Anyway, it's not a good look.

Fusang sighed lowly: "I saw the body of Jinwu. You ordered the slaughter of the clan?"

"Yes."

Fusang stepped forward again and stepped beside the man: "Why?"

"Conspiracy."

Fu Sang laughed angrily: "Emperor, how long have you been sitting on this seat? Now the whole heaven circles around you, and the human world looks up to you. What else do you want? What else do you want? What do you want? The Golden Crow seeks rebellion, you yourself Do you believe it? You insist on eliminating all threats and holding everything in your hands? You are just afraid of their strength, but coveting their sundial scenery! Sundial scenery is a divine tool, can you control it?"

The Emperor of Heaven looked at him indifferently.

Fusang grabbed him by the collar: "Ji Xuan, Xihua hides from the world in Yanggu, you should know better than anyone else that he doesn't care about your poor seat! He doesn't want to interfere with you, why did you kill him?! You just Don't you miss any old love?!"

When the Emperor of Heaven heard Xihua's name, he finally moved, his dark eyes fixed on Fusang.

"I dare to break your soul branch," he said indifferently, "why can't you kill him?"

Fusang was taken aback for a moment, his face paled slightly.

The Heavenly Emperor broke away from his hand: "It's you who miss the old love, you and Xihua are always too soft-hearted. There is no love in Jiuxiao, why don't you understand?"

Fusang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but suddenly a pain came from his heart.He fell forward in the dark, and Ji Xuan subconsciously pulled her hand back: "Fusang?"

Fusang clutched the clothes in front of his heart, his joints turned white from the pain, he took a deep breath, and the first thing he thought about was - did Ayan use the sword I left him?

Then he said: "The land boundary has moved, have you sent someone?"

The Emperor of Heaven frowned indistinctly, Fusang had recovered his indifference when he raised his eyes: "Naturally."

Fusang was interrupted, and he was not in the mood to continue arguing with him, and turned around wearily to leave.

"The hibiscus tree is the channel connecting the three realms," said the Emperor of Heaven behind him. "Your life is connected to the three life-soul branches that represent the heaven, earth and people. In the prehistoric times, you cut off the roots of the earth realm by yourself, and you were able to win the battle with the demons." In the battle of the clan, the life-soul branch representing the earth has withered, and the life-soul branch representing the heaven was taken by me thousands of years ago to make a permission talisman for the lower realm of the gods in the heaven. Three times have passed, and two have gone. How dare you use the life-soul of the human world? The power of the branch is used to mend the cracks?"

Fusang didn't look back: "You can kill Xihua, why bother to care about my life?"

The Emperor of Heaven stopped talking and watched Fusang open the palace door and go out.

Fusang returned to Yanggu, walked around Jinwumangu's body, and walked to Wanyang Hall where Sundial King was located.

The Wanyang Hall is already in ruins, the sundial scenery is floating in the air, the temperature is very hot, the air is distorted, and the living things are difficult to get close to, even Fusang can't bear it.

Yes, the Golden Crow race is powerful and full of vigor. It is a faction that is not easy to control, but besides the Golden Crow, who else can take care of this artifact?Did Ji Xuan lose her mind?

He sat for a while on the ruined wall of Wanyang Hall, looking at the burning fire on the sundial view.

Then the flowing fire fell to the ground like water, and slowly condensed into a shape, like a kneeling person.Fusang frowned, stepped forward to look, Huoyan's arms suddenly raised, wrapped around Fusang's neck, and made him stagger.

The flame retracted slightly, revealing a thin wrist, and the person in the fire laughed hoarsely, "I fell down, and I have to hug and lift up to get up."

Fusang looked at him in disbelief: "You—"

The flame subsided bit by bit, the man let go of his hands and stood firm, looked Fusang up and down, then took a step forward and hugged him vigorously, and patted his back vigorously: "Fusang, it's good that you're still alive. "

The sun and the moon do not remember the year, and the fingers snap for thirty years.

Shuang Jiang finally learned how to fish, carrying a fishing rod, wearing a bamboo hat, draped coir raincoat with cuffs rolled up, and a peacefully burning Ming Hong Dao on his crossed legs. , Waiting quietly and patiently for the fish to take the bait.

I often sit for an entire afternoon, and I used to be unimaginably patient.

He sat until the night was quiet and the rain broke. When he looked up, he saw the dark night.

Penglai was not in the Three Realms, he couldn't see the stars, and he couldn't see Gui Po. He looked at the dark sky quietly for a while, helped himself up with his bamboo hat, and suddenly missed the sky full of stars on the top of Sushen Peak.

He didn't remember how long he stayed in Penglai, he wandered and saw thousands of scenery in the human world, met countless desperate people, and slowly calmed down.The idiot who used to be so hot-blooded and pushes forward has not been angry for half a year.

His knife made a deal, it was neither domineering nor violent, and it carried a kind of tenacity that he didn't have before.

He blinked, thinking of Master a little bit.

"Amitabha, your hair is disheveled, what a state it is."

Shuang Jiang looked through the rain curtain, and the plump monk on the shore was twisting a Buddhist bead.He carelessly brushed his long fiery red hair over his shoulders, and twisted it wetly: "Shangshan, I'm leaving."

Shangshan said: "The benefactor has a long life, why bother to say such depressing words."

Shuang Jiang laughed and said, "Young poor, you can't outrun my sword now."

Shangshan asked, "Why are you going here?"

"Go back to heaven, find someone, and ask some questions." Shuangjiang said relaxedly.

Shangshan clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, Shuangjiang, you have unfinished business, I am not in a position to dissuade you. There is just a saying—although you have realized it now—the truth is often buried under falsehoods, before acting, think twice. "

Shuang Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Monk, you know, I have a powerful enemy. If it's the one who just arrived in Penglai, I go up to the heaven with a sword to settle accounts with him, what do you think will happen?"

"It's just death."

Shuang Jiang nodded, and continued to test: "Then what if... I have never been to the mortal world, I have never met the person I care about, and I only hold on to that bit of hatred?"

Shangshan shook his head, with compassion: "Go to extremes."

Shuang Jiang looked at him.In fact, he has always felt that this monk treats heaven, earth and people equally. He is not surprised when he hears about the things in the heavens. , should not be so laborious.

He was grateful in his heart, and he didn't want to have so many twists and turns with Shangshan. Shangshan sent him to the junction between Penglai and the human world. He turned around and asked directly, "Who are you?"

Shangshan lowered his eyes and recited a sentence of Amitabha, only saying: "It's just an old friend."

The author has something to say: No prize quiz, who is Shang Shan?

The fourth volume has not been saved, please allow me to take a few days off... Update on the 10th.