Little Overlord and Mr. Mei

These words blurted out, and a trace of hope rose in her heart, hoping that Song Yubai would look at her and then regret it.

"Good." Song Yubai said.

The voice is clear and light, like a wild goose crossing without a trace, leaving nothing.

Xia Wuxin still thought of getting up, but the pressure above her head was still there. She could only watch Song Yubai's back and watch her disappear without a trace.

"Bah." Tungsten Gold climbed up, wiped the blood from his neck, took a sip at Xia Wuxin, and swaggered away with the heavenly soldiers.

There was gradually no voice around, and even the sound of the wind was not clear. Xia Wuxin let go, lying flat on the soft clouds, supporting herself with immortal force.

She tried the feeling of tears for the first time, like a real person, letting go.

My heart still hurts like a fire, my head is dizzy, and the blue sky in front of me is gradually covered with black dust.

Xia Wuxin didn't know how long she had been in a coma. There was pitch black in her dream. Only a moon-white shadow stood in front of her.

For a long time she thought she would sit here forever, looking at that figure from behind.

Suddenly, a few sobbing came from the top of her head, and she felt the raindrops falling on her shoulders, wet and warm, flowing down her shoulders to the palms of her hands.

After that, she woke up and was dizzy for a long time before she could see the bedpost carved with animal prints. She was sweating profusely, as if she was washing herself, her body seemed to lose strength, and it was very difficult to move her fingers.

A familiar voice sounded, and then hurriedly helping, Xia Wuxin was able to sit up and lower his head to gasp.

"Senior Sister." She was weak, and she tilted her body and fell into Su Xieyue's arms, her eyes blurred again.

She cried, and Su Xieyue cried with her, and the two of them were almost about to come to meet the mountains.

"It turns out that tears feel like this." Xia Wuxin said with a nasal voice.

"Master came last night, and he said that you have completely transformed into a human being, and you will not be troubled by those formations and immortals in the future." Su Xieyue's nasal voice was heavier than her, and she slowly slapped Xia Wuxin. back.

"You have been hot all night, and we are all frightened. Master and brother guarded you all night at the door. They left just after dawn."

Xia Wuxin raised his eyes, reached out to take Su Xieyue's tears, and asked, "Is my father here too?"

Su Xieyue nodded and shook her body gently, like Xia Wuxin did when she was a child.

"Senior sister knows that you love the emperor, there is something more a tendon than a stone." Su Xieyue said softly, her hands were extremely gentle, and she patted them one after another, and Xia Wuxin had miraculously felt better. , Tears gradually stopped.

Her voice was like a gentle spring breeze, which seemed to soothe everything.

"But you are not a rootless stone alone in the Nine Layers of Heaven. You have a home. You are Xia Wuxin, the young master of Pingfeng Mountain, and my junior sister."

"Many people care about you and love you. I hope you can live steadily. It doesn't matter whether you are a fairy or not. The point is that you can't leave our feelings behind and just care about your own recklessness."

"Sorry, Senior Sister." Xia Wuxin whispered.

"Stop crying." Su Xieyue sniffed, and said again, "Actually, I understand the emperor. If I were her, I would make the same choice as her."

"You don't want me too?" Xia Wuxin looked up.

"Who doesn't want you?" Su Xieyue burst into tears and smiled, patted her back, "In fact, the emperor thinks far more about this kind of thing than you."

"If she doesn't leave you, the Emperor of Heaven will attack you. Even if you flee to the ends of the world, it will be difficult to escape. If you don't get it right, if you get rid of your soul, you won't even be able to reincarnate."

"You have something unique and extremely dangerous and powerful. If you are occupied by it, it will be no different from a delusion, or even worse. That's why the emperor is very jealous, and the emperor can only use herself as a threat."

"As long as they love you, they will do it." Su Xieyue said.

Xia Wuxin's heart was filled with delicate pain, and she froze for a while, and did not speak any more.

"Sister, I want to stay alone for a while." She said.

Soon, she was the only one left in the room. Xia Wuxin looked at the sunlight in the door, stunned for a while, got up and stepped on the damp floor tiles, and went out under the sunlight.

The fallen leaves were rustling, and I couldn't finish sweeping them. The servants were lazy, so they didn't sweep them.

Xia Wuxin, with her hair scattered and a thin figure, staggered to Song Yubai's bamboo house. Perhaps because of the late autumn, a layer of golden leaves fell on the bamboo roof, which made the house itself shine with golden light and the dead grass in the flowers. It has been harvested neatly, leaving only a few polished rods, shaking in the wind.

The room was suffocatingly quiet, the door was unlocked, and the inside was clean and tidy. It seemed that there was still some Song Yubai's smell, hidden in the humid air.

After crossing several thresholds, I walked into the study room. The familiar desks stood in the sun, dimly and quietly. The books on them were arranged in order, and the ink in the inkstone seemed to have not dried completely.

Xia Wuxin walked to the table and sat down, scanning the stack of papers on the table, and seeing the familiar one, she reached out and pulled it out. The handwriting on it was twisted and twisted. It was the "Hua Yan Sutra" she had not finished copying.

But for a few months, it seems like years.

She sat in the room for a long time, only then did she get up trembling, and saw a golden light in the corner again. When she looked closer, it was a Pangu banner.

After experiencing a lot of it, Zhengan is quietly leaning against the corner, simple and peaceful.

Xia Wuxin picked it up, closed the door, and walked back down the mountain path. She didn't want to see people, so she didn't go where the disciples usually go, and it took quite a while.

When I walked back to my residence, I found a tall figure standing in front of the door, pacing constantly, with a hesitant appearance. After hearing the sound of Xia Wuxin's footsteps, he turned and raised his head.

It's Xia Chunqiu.

Xia Wuxin didn't speak, shuffled to him, and looked up at him.

Xia Chunqiu's eyes were dark, as if he was haggard. He was a man of immortality, but he also had a lot of wrinkles. He saw Xia Wuxin standing intact, and coughed softly: "How about your body?"

"It's okay." Xia Wuxin replied.

Xia Chunqiu opened his mouth and said slowly: "Yesterday, I dealt with Xia Zheng, and in accordance with the rules of the door, I abolished the cultivation base and was imprisoned in the Valley of Ten Thousand Monsters."

Xia Wuxin's heart jumped, her eyes widened slightly.

"After the incident on Xiaoyingzhou, I realized that the third prince did not have the ability to reach the sky. How could I grasp my whereabouts so clearly, thinking of the events of the Illusory Demon Cave, and other things, so I returned to Pingfengshan, Go for interrogation."

"If it weren't for this, I would never have thought that someone in the door would have been in collusion with outsiders in order to improve the cultivation level, regardless of the life of the same family, and this person is still the son of my Xia."

Xia Wuxin looked down and said nothing.

The name Xia Zheng sounded strange to her ears. Xu Shi had experienced a lot of big things and wrongs, and she didn't even have too much hatred in her heart.

"Thinking about it, you really suffered a lot of grievances in Pingfengshan." Xia Chunqiu let out a long sigh, raised his big hand, but paused above Xia Wuxin's head.

"It's okay, Dad." Xia Wuxin said, her voice still hoarse and dull that had been crying.

Xia Chunqiu's eye sockets gradually became red, and finally she retracted her hand and placed it behind her back.

"You just got sick, it's cold outside, go back and rest." Xia Chunqiu said, and then left in silence, the fallen leaves flying behind him, his back buckled a lot in just a few days.

Xia Wuxin didn't turn around until her body shivered, then put the Pangu banner on the table and watched quietly.

"Remember my words, go back and practice well." Song Yubai's words sounded in his mind, and Xia Wuxin suddenly became excited and sat straight.

"I won't practice." She stubbornly said.

Then he sat cross-legged, placed his hands on his knees, and closed his eyes tightly. The golden light of stars rose from the golden silk embroidery of the Pangu flag, slowly forming a circle around her.

Looking in through the window, the light shining brighter than the sun shines and goes out again and again, and the autumn wind rolls over the mountains and brings the remaining leaves thousands of miles away here.

Returning to the wild goose and crossing the autumn, the jackdaw counts, the sun and the moon meet nine, and heaven and man are separated.

It turns out that this day is Chongyang.

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It's hard to bear things for months, nothing happened for a hundred years, and a hundred years of humanity, especially for immortals.

So the world was alive and dead, and it was a whole hundred years later.

In these hundred years, the six realms are stable, and the four seas are rising. The world no longer mentions the things that happened a hundred years ago. Only the Taoist emperor’s triumph has been completed, and she was officially promoted to the crown prince of the heavens. On the day of crowning, the immortals gathered in the nine heavens. Facing the sun, moon and stars, bow down to the priest.

While feeling the emperor's grace, she also gave the emperor an elegant name in private, a cold-faced Buddha.

No one, just because she was cold the whole time, she didn't say a word, and was like that to the emperor. She took the crown and turned and left. Everyone was frightened. After this, no one dared to laugh in front of the emperor. When I saw her, I felt that the heavens, like spring all year round, also ushered in their own cold winter.

As for the mortal land like Pingfeng Mountain, it should be impossible to hear this kind of news. Helplessly, a **** will come here every year on the Qixi Festival to talk to the disciples, so it is about the heavens, No matter the details, the whole Pingfeng Mountain is clear.

And this year, before the Qixi Festival, the **** came by lotus, dressed in a conspicuous dark sandal-colored gauze, with a pair of lotus root arms, knocked on the gate of the fairy cloud hall.

Su Xieyue, who was carrying his disciple practicing the cinnabar seal inside the door, had to stop her hand movements, pick up her index finger slightly, and the door opened from the inside.

At the door, Huaxian was glaring at her. Jinlian floated behind her, folded her arms back, leaning languidly on the petals, her long legs were half hidden and half exposed, like white flower branches, straight and straight.

Su Xieyue blushed, and hurriedly scolded all the disciples who turned their heads. When everyone looked back reluctantly, she carried her skirt and ran out in small steps.

"Why are you here?" Su Xieyue said, trying to pull Huaxian away. Before her hand touched her bare/bare arm, she stopped in the air, then pulled her sleeves and pulled her to the hall. Vacant land.

Huaxian looked at her hand turning halfway and saw that there was nothing reliable around, so she stood up straight reluctantly, placed her skirt behind her, spreading out like layers of petals, and her waist was more like a water snake. , Slender and coquettish.

"Come today, it's round your thoughts." Huaxian said sternly, turning her five fingers, and the fiery red post appeared in her hand.

"So fast?" Su Xieyue was surprised and delighted, reached out her hand to take the post, and read it, "Take the red thread, love the silk..."

"This is not Yue Lao's work?" Su Xieyue frowned.

"Are you still disgusted?" Huaxian looked aggrieved, and peach blossom blinked. "The Heavenly Court position hasn't been vacant for several years. There are still a hundred Shangxian who can't queue up. In order to find an errand for you, I always Sun gave Na Yuelao a pot of peach blossom wine, and he was persuaded to quit the immortal class and get a good life."

When she said this, Su Xieyue felt precious and hurriedly folded the post in her hand, and said softly, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, I'm so idle." Huaxian raised his eyebrows. "You have been promoted to the highest immortal decades ago, but only recently did you think about the heavenly realm. Let me guess, it's for that infatuated stone again?"

Su Xieyue lowered her head, hmm, fingertips brushed her cheek, and whispered: "If I have an errand, I can take people to the heaven."

"Xia Wuxin soared?" Hua Xian asked in surprise.

Su Xieyue shook her head: "Not yet, since the emperor left, she hasn't left home. She is bored in the house all day, cultivating in front of the Pangu banners. A few days ago, she said she would retreat and ran to her. A shack was built on the cliff in the distance."

"Pangu banners are divine tools. She has been absorbing the power of divine tools every day. How come she hasn't even ascended for a hundred years?" Huaxian raised her head and looked at the cliff in the distance.

"Who knows." Su Xieyue sighed, "But looking at her appearance, it seems that once she ascends to the heavens, I am afraid that something will happen to her, so I thought about taking her up secretly so that I could see the emperor."

Huaxian nodded, her face suddenly changed, and her petals swirled, and a wall of flowers was erected in front of Su Xieyue, and then she pulled her behind her, her hands shooting pink light.

Su Xieyue was taken aback by her sudden behavior, she quickly looked up, only to hear the thunder of an earthquake, the cliff above her head suddenly collapsed, dust engulfed the gravel, and the waterfall leaned down like a waterfall.

"Hurry up and protect the Immortal Cloud Hall!" Su Xieyue hurriedly shouted. Huaxian heard the words and changed directions with both hands. The pink light beam and petals, together with the petals, covered the Immortal Cloud Hall tightly. At the same time, she took Su Xie with her. Yue soared into the sky, dodging the rugged boulder that smashed down in a blink of an eye.

Huaxian looked at the big hole that was smashed on the ground in astonishment, and asked, "Why is this again?"

Su Xieyue clutched her chest with a pair of catkins, her pretty face paled in fright, and after a while she replied, "It has been like this for a few days. The river soared a few days ago and turned into a mountain torrent. Fortunately, Pingfengshan reacted. In time, the flood was not allowed to play into the town under the mountain. After the mountain cracked yesterday, the birds and beasts ran away, and a chasm was broken. Today it is a landslide."

As she said, many disciples flew in from all directions, and the little disciples in the Xianyun Palace were also running out in a panic.

"Wei Yili!" Su Xieyue shouted at the crowd, "Hurry up and take the younger brother and younger sister to the bottom of the mountain!"

Wei Yili listened and beckoned from a distance.

"What did Dongfeng Shangxian say?" Huaxian was also puzzled.

"Master is powerless, this matter is too weird." Su Xieyue shook her head, and her eyes widened. "No, I have to tell Wuxin that she is still on the cliff, so don't have anything to do!" "

She turned around and wanted to go, but heard a loud noise. This was even more ear-sounding than before, and it taught people to be dazzled by tinnitus. Then the cliffs in the distance burst, and countless rubbles fell under the cliffs, splashing rivers several feet high.

"Don't go." Huaxian pulled Su Xieyue, with a faint smile in her tone, and said in a charming voice, "Everyone else ascends because of thunder and ears. Your stone is soaring, it is your life. "

As soon as the voice fell, a beam of golden light almost pierced the sky, mixed with billowing black smoke, quickly covering the east, west, north and south of the sky. At the same time, the boundless black mist was soaked in and dyed the blue sky black.

The white night fell sharply, and the six realms were in chaos.

A figure rises from the rock. She is dressed in ruined black clothes. She is slender and tall, showing white and tender skin that does not match the black clothes. Her black hair is messed up and swaying in the wind.