Chapter 383 Who is in control of the ups and downs?
However--
Before the spiritual energy in the old man's palm was released, the whole house collapsed. The spiritual energy of the wine tables and chairs in the house were swallowed up by the evil spirit, turned into powder, and collapsed, surrounded by a sea of people.
Everyone was immediately disgraced and embarrassed, especially Lu Ying'er and her newlywed husband, who stood dazed among the ruins.
Qingge chuckled, clenched Li Fugui's sleeves, and ran outside.
Going down the hundred-foot stairs, the flowing clouds and neon clothes are like floating clouds, stacked together, reflecting the mirror, flowers, water and moon, which is incomparably beautiful.
The setting sun in the west, the floating moon in the east, the girl with blood flowing from her own wounds, dressed in flowing clouds and colorful clothes, sang a shocking song.
Li Fugui's sleeve was in the girl's hand, and he ran behind her. When he went down the stairs, he looked at the girl's back, watching his black hair gradually turn white under the afterglow, like frost and snow falling all over his head.
A smile appeared on the man's face——
Bringing her here was indeed the right thing to do.
It was a wonderful wedding, and now it was a mess, which makes me happy just thinking about it.
The two got into the carriage, and the driver drove the horse toward Qingshi Town.
During this journey of subduing the dragon, Qingge felt very comfortable, and the twenty-fifth tendons became more unblocked.
Qingge wondered if she should come to the Dragon Subduing Academy more times if she had time.
In the girl's arms, the little fox lay sleepily.
Qingge lifted him up and looked at him carefully, "Are you sick?"
The little fox nodded his head and said through his soul: "Xiao Yueyue is sick, and she needs to lick her to get better."
Qingge: "..."
Qingge subconsciously threw the little fox at Li Fugui's face, smacking Li Fugui's face. The little fox seemed to have touched something unclean, and suddenly jumped back into Qingge's arms, looking frightened.
Like, "Oh my God, that's scary."
Qingge: "..."
Li Fugui's face twitched a few times. Although he couldn't understand the little fox's words, the look in the little fox's eyes made him feel a chill.
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After returning to Fugui Hall, it was already late at night.
Qingge lay on the brocade quilt, flipping through a few pages of the animal training book under the moonlight. Somehow, the more she read, the more interesting the animal training book became.
There seemed to be something protruding from the quilt, and it was still rolling forward until it fell into Qingge's arms.
Ji Yue curled up between Qingge's legs and shivered, "It's so cold."
Qingge: "..."
There are so many ways to eat tofu.
Qingge threw the little fox out. The little fox lay like a dead body for a long time. Then he got up, jumped on the bed, put down the gauze tied on both sides, looked at Qingge with a sly look, and said with a smile: "Madam, Chunxiao
A moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold.”
"Lu Ying'er is getting married today. Hall Master Li is in a bad mood. Why don't you go comfort him?" Qingge put down the book and raised her eyebrows.
The little fox was excited and crawled into Qing Ge's arms.
He sang and laughed softly, put away the animal training book, lay down, and fell asleep peacefully with the little fox in his arms.
I don’t know why, but sleeping with such a furry little ball in her arms made her feel unusually stable. She usually slept lightly.
After many years of life and death, she would not relax at all when she slept, her spirit was as tense as a string, and she was so alert.
In a trance, Qingge seemed to have come to a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, with dead vines, old trees, dusky crows, small bridges and flowing water, and people. It was like a unique painting by a master, and every stroke was a wonderful surprise.
The sky is blue, the clouds are white, there are green grass and castles standing in ancient times. The cracks along the walls are traces of time.
It seems that at the beginning of chaos, before Pangu, heaven and earth were one, and there was only such a fairyland in the universe.
He could not forget to sing softly, and he walked in the desolate desert wearing a long gown with splashes of ink.
The steps were staggering, every step took a lifetime of strength, and every breath was a hesitation between life and death.
The ancient castle was getting closer and closer, she crossed the dry desert, squatted by the lake, and drank the sweet water.
The castle's illuminated door opened, and the girl, like a beauty in a landscape painting, walked into the distant ancient castle. There were two worlds inside and outside the castle.
Outside, there are birds singing and flowers blooming, full of life, but inside there are broken corpses, and blood gathers on the ground, obliterating the silver boots under Qing Ge's feet, dyeing them scarlet.
The blood was still rising, and skeletons and bones were piled up into mountains, as if there were ghosts holding their own remains, roaring and crying.
The top of the castle was hollowed out, the broken lamp was crumbling, and the crawling mutated beast came with blood flowing in it, gnawing away the remaining flesh and blood in the corpse.
Rivers of blood flowed, the sky and the earth were desolate, the mountains were covered by the deep sea, the universe was unified, and she was the only one left.
The ancient voice, like a wise man, stands at the end of the sky and on the other side of the floating world, chanting about the reincarnation of the world.
"Yi has Tai Chi, which generates two rituals, two rituals generate four images, and four images generate Bagua."
"Looking up at Tu Yao, looking down at Han Zhang, positioning yourself high and low, the two are born."
"The green dragon in the east, the white tiger in the west, the Suzaku in the south, the Xuanwu in the north, the wandering gods of Yuhua, all alone and dead,"
"The power of the world is divided for a long time, divided for a long time and combined. It is vast and vast. Who is responsible for the ups and downs?"
"yin and yang."
"world."
"Odd and even."
"Strong and soft."
"Xuanhuang"
"Qiankun."
"Spring and Autumn."
"The messenger of the night has been around since ancient times. He lives but does not die, and dies but does not live. He may live or die. His destiny is unknown. He is the ghost of the underworld. He can sacrifice his blood to defy heaven——"
Qingge stood in the blood river, letting the blood flow to her chest. The ancient voice was like overwhelming swords. There was no murderous intent, but it made her feel like she was falling into hell.
She was like a trapped animal, unable to escape, struggling to no avail, and could only watch helplessly as she struggled to her death on this journey.
At the other end, there was an opening.
The evil and sycophantic man in red robes as red as blood walked out of the darkness. In front of him was desolation. His eyes were cold and he could not see the world.
Suddenly, four iron chains penetrated his limbs, and at the moment when his flesh and blood were torn apart, Qingge felt as if her heart had been stabbed so hard that she was knocked out of breath and unable to breathe.
Ji Yue, it’s Ji Yue!
She lost her mind and went crazy, running forward against the blood flow, her long black dress smeared in the blood like splashing ink.
The moon sets, the crow crows, and the frost comes.
Jiang Feng, Yuhuo, Chou Mian.
In the ancient castle, at the beginning of the killing, the man's bones were broken, the four chains that bound his limbs were pulled towards the end, the body was split apart, and blood mist spread all over the sky.
The girl fell into the river of blood, and the blood submerged her mercilessly. She got up in fear, and the blood mist filled the sky and filled her eyes.
That is--
Ji Yue's blood.
The nerves in my brain felt like they were being cut coldly with a sharp blade.
Qing Ge shook his head crazily, his eyes were splitting with anger, his evil aura spread, and the cracks along the walls of the castle spread rapidly until they covered the entire castle.
"No!"
The girl roared, hysterical.
In an instant, the ancient castle standing between heaven and earth was shattered into powder, rivers of blood flowed out, and the corpses collapsed. The hollow, gorgeous lamp shook a few times and fell into the remaining blood.