Three Lives Three Worlds Ten Miles Of Peach Blossoms - Chapter 29: Extraordinary Six: Year after Year

The news came that Qingcang Yuanshen had died, and he was sitting in the Taolin at Xuhou Mountain in Kunlun, taking evening classes. It was September, and the peach trees were not as luxuriant as they used to be, and when you looked up, you could see the misty clouds in the distance.

The little boy beside him said anxiously: “According to the old crane that came to pass on, God Bai Qian has probably lost his mind, and Ye Huajun, who had been holding his breath for a long time, sat under the Eastern Emperor’s bell, and built a circle around him. No one can listen to the thick immortal barrier. The gods of heaven and earth gather like the water’s shore, but they are horrified by the immortal barrier, and no one can get close to the two of them. Even the gods of the ten-mile peach forest can’t I can imagine, only to say that the **** Bai Qian is a strong-tempered child. When she is conscious, she may destroy the heavens and the earth and die for the burial of Ye Huajun. This called the old crane to come to Kunlun to invite the master, so as not to become a big one. Disaster. But Master, his old man had a will when he entered the customs, so he must not disturb each other at will. Jing’s livelihood is a half-day, and this matter needs to be decided by God Yu…”

The smoke gradually dispersed, revealing a green mountain peak. He rubbed the Taoist scripture in his hand for a long time, and said: “The ghost king Qingcang, can he leave a word before he died?”

Little Jing Sheng was stunned: “Old Crane didn’t mention this, but I heard that Qing Cang died in a terrible state. He was covered with blood holes, and he was almost stabbed into a lotus by Ye Huajun’s Qing Ming sword.”

With a trembling in his hand, he suddenly remembered the day when he first saw Qingcang.

On that day, Huifeng was peaceful, and the sky was clear. He was entangled in the Seventeenth Junior Brother and took him to send Hatoyama to catch the birds.

Their brothers were sneakily chasing a young bird along Zhangshui, just about to get it, but a bay red horse suddenly jumped out from the depths of the forest. Xiao Jingwei Bird was taken aback, screamed, and soared into the sky, so that it was gone.

The seventeenth junior brother rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight with the young man on horseback. He hurriedly stopped. Unexpectedly, the young man with thick brows only smiled faintly. With a bundle of immortal cords in his hand, between the electric light and flint, he put his second brother People strung together. They are a pair of brothers, the small one is left behind, the big one is hugged in front of his chest. That was the first time since he worshipped Mo Yuan’s sect, he was restrained without a move, and couldn’t help being ashamed and angry. The young man smiled in his ear: “What is your name? I marry you and be my wife, OK?”

When he first saw him, the sky was blue and the water was green, he was dressed in a moon-white riding outfit, and behind him was a group of green Maolin.

More than two hundred years ago, Ruoshui Land had the opportunity to have a drink with him. He drank two more glasses during the banquet and said in his ear: “The little **** shouldn’t have passed this word for him, but the little **** bears it. For many years, seeing that he has been imprisoned for so long, and still thinking of God, I feel that he is a little pitiful.”

His glass was tilted and two drops of wine spilled.

Ruo Shui Tian continued: “That Qing Cang actually broke the clock more than two hundred years ago. It was also a coincidence. Fortunately, Qingqiu’s Bai Qianshang passed Ruoshui and shut him back in time. It’s a big trouble, otherwise it would be my dereliction of duty…”

He drank the wine in the glass quietly.

Ruo Shui Land wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with difficulty: “Dare to ask…Dare to ask 262 years ago, but God is just over 130,000 years old?”

The wine glass fell to the ground with a “bang”.

Ruo Shui Land wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said like a gnat: “Then the ghost monarch, when he was re-locked into the East Emperor’s Bell by God Bai Qian, he kept shouting the name of God, always saying, Say, I want to see you again, congratulate you on your 130,000-year-old birthday in front of you, and ask you in front of you, do you still remember Qingcang in Da Ziming Palace 70,000 years ago…”

His memory has always been poor, but he remembers these things deeply.

Jing Sheng helped him up from the ground, he adjusted his clothes and decorations, and said: “You go back first, I’ll pass it on to Master.”

A tear came from the corner of his eye. He wiped it dry and walked slowly towards Mo Yuan’s retreat, leaving behind a ruined peach forest.

(Finish)