This woman holding the piano is blessed by the divine sword, and her strength cannot be simply described as strong.
In terms of martial arts combat power, she is already at the same level as Lu Zhengkang.
Without using magical powers, Lu Zhengkang would have needed a fierce battle to defeat her.
The woman seemed to be still in a daze and asked blankly: "Have you seen my ugly fox? Where is he? Did he fly up to the heavenly palace? Did he fall into the underworld?"
The words became colder and colder, "That's all, you don't have to answer, you all want to deceive me, only my ugly fox..."
The woman was heartbroken with anger, and the fire of ignorance all over her body burned wildly. The viewer only felt a wave of heat rushing over her body, and the flames turned into demonic claws, twisting wantonly.
Lu Zhengkang has always pursued a simple and straightforward approach to fighting the enemy. Since his martial arts skills cannot defeat him, he should use magical powers.
"Little Thousand Realms Palm!"
Once the move is made, the world becomes silent.
…
The little girl was sitting on the ground. The palace was vast and dark, with tall pillars and curtains standing in the distance, as cold as the woods at dusk. Some of the structures of these buildings were arranged neatly, giving people a sense of order.
, but there is no warmth at all, only a cold and iron smell.
The palace lantern was lit, its light was faint and shallow, and it was huddled in the distance. It couldn't be said to be dim, and it even looked a bit dazzling, but it really couldn't illuminate the main hall.
Objects filled with carved patterns create dense and thick shadows, and light cannot illuminate the darkness here.
The brazier is burning, and a middle-aged man has his hair disheveled, and his gorgeous sacrificial clothes are soaked with sweat. He is panting, frantic, and focused. He devotes himself to communicating with some high-altitude god or the inscrutable heavenly principles.
The man threw the dragon bone into the brazier and burned it violently.
The surface of the brazier is engraved with the shape of a nine-tailed fox. The flame is blue and looks cold, but it is indeed hot.
The man muttered a certain incantation, then reached into the coals, took out the keel, threw it to the ground, lifted up the earthen jar, took a mouthful of water, and spit it onto the hot keel, stirring up a cloud of water vapor and making the bone crack.
Make a muffled sound.
The man deep in the hall spoke, but it was so blurry that he could not hear it at all. He seemed to have difficulty remembering: "Doctor Du Zhaifu...how..."
The man named Du Zhaifu raised the dragon bone and carefully observed the cracks. He also spoke. His lips collided with each other, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. The tip of his tongue gently tapped on the gums and roots of the teeth. There was a crisp sound and splashes.
The strange thing is that girls are more sensitive to such detailed sounds than human voices.
"...It's so beautiful, so beautiful, the sky is overturned and the earth is torn apart, the four seasons are cut off, the soldiers from the three sides are at war, the country is red and the mountains and rivers are in danger, and this is the point of defeat..."
The superior man said a few words, "...ruin his face."
The palace maid came over with a knife. The white blade was orange-red in the light of the palace lantern, but when it cut her cheek and was stained with blood, it became dark and no longer reflected light.
The girl was dazed, covering her face, and her blood was flowing.
…
The wound on the face healed, but it was scratched again, and it will still grow well. The metallic taste of the knife, and the salty smell mixed with the blood, flowed into the mouth. Along the lips and chin, it fell on the sandalwood floor, and the broken blood dropped.
, like peach blossoms in the neglected skylight.
Since it cannot be disfigured, then wear men's clothing and veil.
There were clouds outside the childhood window.
Is the sky always this bleak here?
Or is it that Qingqiu Country is not worthy of looking at the blue sky?
There is no fire in this country.
Except you can see it during divination.
That flame is the strange fire of the demon fox. Those elves have good relations with Qingqiu Kingdom, but they are not so close.
At the age of nineteen, she should be called a woman.
Yi Yihou, the princess of Qingqiu Kingdom and the seventeenth daughter of Shufang.
The sixteen sisters all married Shui Bo Tian Wu, the monarch of Shufang one after another.
Only Yi Yihou.
She still remains with her father.
That cowardly, weak, greedy, lazy, soft waste. A mediocre king and an incompetent father.
Yi Yihou cannot let the world discover her womanhood.
Her beauty will drive the world crazy.
Shufang should expel her from the country and live with those foxes.
…
Leave your country, leave that palace.
The depressing colors burst out all of a sudden, and the beautiful scenery of the world spread out, which was simply dizzying.
Living with foxes, they are smarter than humans and simpler than humans.
When I look up, I still can't see the sun in the sky, but the sun is everywhere here.
Yi Yihou is used to darkness and is afraid of light.
So she went with the lonely fox. The seven-tailed fox was called the ugly fox by his nine-tailed relatives. But from a human perspective, it was still very beautiful, with its white and soft fur, and its handsome, clear eyes.
The various expressions he expresses can go straight to the bottom of his heart without the need for words.
Nanao's spirit fox took Yi Yihou through everything, everything she had never experienced before, everything she had longed for, and everything she had never imagined.
The magic fox always has great powers and can fulfill all the wishes of all girls.
Everything, everything, each other is everything to each other.
Yi Yihou was playing the piano, and the seven-tailed fox was sitting on a branch looking at her.
This is not love.
But it is indeed love.
It has nothing to do with the body or appearance.
It's just the intertwining of divine will.
Lingering in honey-like love and hate, neither you nor I can extricate ourselves.
I can't remember people's words, but I keep every word of yours in mind, and my eternal oaths are also treasured in the treasure box of memories.
"Ugly fox, ugly fox, as Yu Langjun. In the spring, I pick peach blossoms and drink sweet wine together. In the summer, I pick plums, and they are attached or separated. In the autumn, I harvest millet and work on the loom. In the winter, I build a fire pond and burn the bean sprouts. I go to Surabaya.
, pillowing on Nanshan Mountain at dusk. I am a quiet girl, and you are like a good man. I am picking fennel, and you are returning to me. There is a fox, and there is a concubine. Let's do beautiful things together, and be blessed by heaven."
Yi Yihou fell in love with Chou Hu.
marry.
Now, the general public has heard about it.
Yi Yihou is a woman.
Stunningly beautiful.
These three words "Yi Yihou" have magical power. Kings, ministers, and common people will lose their minds when they hear it, and be stunned when they see it.
The couple who are safe in Qingqiu, how long can they stay safe again?
…
The stream is gurgling.
I was washing clothes by the water, and the clothes hammer hit the clothes cut from coarse cloth. It made a thumping sound, a simple rhythm. This is my life and my love. If such a tune can echo forever,
Then I would rather it be so boring.
The reflection of running water shows the appearance of an ugly fox.
In the woods behind him, dead leaves and branches were crushed by unfamiliar footsteps.
Du Zhaifu.
He is old, and his long, shiny black hair has become withered and white. His eyes are no longer bloodshot, and he looks very sincere.
"...Your husband...has returned as an immortal..."
Du Zhaifu, his words were more sudden than ten thousand bolts from the blue.
How could an ugly fox leave his clothes behind and become an immortal on his own?
But when I rushed to their hut, there was no ugly fox, only a layer of psychedelic clouds.
Everything in this house is familiar. I built it with my own hands. Even the wooden thorns on the door frame and the fingertip blood on the wooden thorns are clearly visible. But without him, everything feels strange.
So strange!
"... Uncle Shui has ordered... to marry... the seventeenth daughter..."
Your words, Du Zhaifu, the maids in the palace, my father, the words you speak are too heavy and mixed. Don’t you feel tired?
…
Eight hundred miles of red makeup.
Just to marry the most beautiful woman in the world.
Yi Yihou looked at the world outside the curtain, past the servants beating gongs and drums, across the plains with sparse grass, across the miserable ponds, across the mountains, and flying over the clouds.
Ugly fox in the sky, are you looking at the peach blossoms?
Spring is here, and the flower branches in front of our house are covered with beautiful and delicate petals. They fall really like a heavy rain.
People's lives are like a funnel, and everyone is sliding into the depths.
It's just that childhood is the most relaxed time. Everything is novel and you can try anything. As we grow older, everyone falls into a narrow tube and has to be restrained and move little by little.
My life is just the opposite.
Born and raised in chains, at the most desperate age, he suddenly broke into the infinite world and the heart of the ugly fox.
Every moment destiny arranges for us to meet is a blessing to me.
Now that you and I are separated, it is just that our fate has ended.
The doctor Du Zhaifu and the monarch Shufang rode behind the wedding car. Uncle Shui's wife, even if she was Shufang's daughter, was definitely of higher status than them.
"...ahead is..."
"well done……"
What are they whispering?
As for the mountain in front of me, I know that the peach tree in front of my house was moved from this Burning God Mountain.
The peach blossoms blooming all over the mountain in spring are as hot as fire, burning gods and setting immortals on fire.
How beautiful.
Suddenly, the mountain really burst into flames!
What a fire!
Like Mother Earth, she is furious and her anger burns the sky.
Foxfire!
It's an ugly fox!
…
Yi Yihou rushed into the sea of fire, her tears clearing the way for her. Deep in the mountain of peach blossoms, a white fox lay on its back, its petite body was penetrated by a large peach wood nail, and was nailed to death among the fallen flowers.
The fire was restless, roaring, and the explosion shook the world. The fire seemed to burn through the accumulated clouds and mist. The bright sunshine finally came late in Yi Yihou's life.
In this crazy roar, the sound of blood and tears falling on the hair is still clearly audible.
The king stood upright, and the official Du Zhaifu chased him into the sea of fire, where he was burned to death by the intense fire.
Their howling is the music score of death.
It's death.
If death can keep us together, then I will go to hell with you.
…
The fire on Fenshen Mountain was extinguished. Miraculously, not even half of the vegetation on the mountain was burnt.
All the peach blossoms on the mountain have faded, with the exception of two.
One is tall and the other is short, dependent on each other for life.
