This person has spiritual energy, not an ordinary person.
But the feeling of this spiritual energy was very weak, and his body was seriously aging. The two of them were so close that Qiuqiu could feel the death of his body and there was no more vitality.
This is a dying person who is already in twilight.
Moreover, he has no hair.
Qiuqiu never took it lightly because of his weakness.
After the man walked out from behind the platform, he did not have any attacks.
He slowly walked closer two steps, rubbed and twisted one hand, and lit up the stone lamp at his feet.
I don’t know what oil was used in the stone lamp, but the light shines out is a bit green and faint.
Huo'er was very strange. It took the lead all the way on the way he came just now, but now it is shrunk in Qiuqiu's sleeves and not even reveals its head.
"I don't know if my friend is here, I'm not welcome." The old monk looked invincible and even very kind and polite: "I'm Kong Xuan, the elder of the Taoist dean of Yongping Temple. This is the altar in my temple. I just thought it was just now.
My fellow Taoists are evil demons and heretics. I hope they will not blame me.”
First arrogant and then respectful. If Qiuqiu hadn't tripped the monk's body just now, or if the wooden arrows that had just shot were not quenched with the poison of blood-sealed throat, Qiuqiu might have believed him three points.
But now this person doesn't believe a word of Qiuqiu.
The old monk stopped the sneak attack just now. Now that the mechanism and sneak attack could not do anything to her, he appeared and pretended to be a monk.
The fire in the sleeves is still restless, and Qiuqiu can feel it. It is uneasy. Moreover, it also feels fear and resentment.
There must be something wrong with the altar mentioned by the old monk.
The location of Kongxuan Station intentionally or unintentionally blocked Qiuqiu's way up to the high platform.
"It is natural for fellow Taoists to have doubts in their hearts. It is really important to be a big deal. Fellow Taoists might as well listen to me explain the whole story in detail first, and it is not too late to make a decision."
Qiuqiu paused slightly.
The old monk's tone was sincere and his attitude was humble.
"Your altar is inseparable from the changes in the capital, right?"
Kong Xuan's wrinkled old face showed a bitter smile: "Fellow Taoist is indeed not an ordinary person... Not only this altar, but also me himself is inseparable from the capital and the palace. My family's surname is
Liu, his father Liu Zhun, was the youngest son of the last emperor of the previous dynasty, and was named King Yu."
Qiuqiu didn't expect that the monk who was riding in the wilderness and ridges would reveal that his life was from the emperor of the previous dynasty. She couldn't help but be surprised.
"Then why did you become a monk here?"
Kong Xuan sighed: "The country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and even his life could not be saved, let alone his surname? In order to save his life, my mother could only send me into the Buddhist temple. She repeatedly warned the abbot at that time not to let me know about my life.
, after going down the mountain, the fire was raised.
Listening to what he said is true and sincere, it doesn’t look like lies.
When the dynasty changes, this kind of separation, joy and sorrow is not uncommon.
Qiuqiu glanced at the sky in the east, and it was the last time before dawn.
Huo'er became more and more restless in her sleeves.
Qiuqiu took another step forward.
The story of this old monk is very beautiful. But Qiuqiu has no time now.
"Please get out of here."
The old monk did not make way out and his waist was even more powerful: "Do you come late at night for this altar? Do you want to be careful, this altar is established to subdue demons and eliminate filth. It is very dangerous and I don't understand this
Those who have the Dharma in the formation must not break through by mistake.”
He kept repeating his life, and wanted to use danger to scare her. He just didn't want her to get close.
But he should know that this is useless. Not to mention whether he is Qiuqiu's opponent, or that he is waiting for the backup and reinforcements.
Huo'er struggled violently in Qiuqiu's sleeves, and the dragon's tail swept across Qiuqiu's arm, and it was as painful as a knife cut.
It has always been gentle and obedient around Qiuqiu, and has never been so anxious and irritable.
Just as there is a danger of about to endure, it can no longer support it and endure it.
This old man is delaying time!
Qiuqiu realized this and immediately raised his hand to brush him aside and leaped onto the platform.
There is only a long sword on this extremely simple altar. No, it is a broken sword. The sword spear is old and damaged, and the original color and style are completely unaware of. The sword body is covered with rust and cracks, straight
The one is inserted in the middle of the stone platform.
The depressing and killing aura that Qiuqiu had always felt was coming from this sword.
Huo'er's body was stiff and her body was cold.
Qiuqiu was shocked. Huo'er's name is actually a fire dragon. Whenever its body is warm and warm with flames.
This sword has such a great impact on it? Although the killing aura on the top is extremely strong, Qiuqiu didn't think that this murderous aura would have such a heavy impact on Huo'er.
A heavy wind sounded from behind. Qiuqiu did not turn around and turned around. The Lishui sword suddenly popped out, knocking the old monk who was sneaking out from behind, with his Zen stick, and he threw it out from a distance.
A rooster crow came from afar, and Qiuqiu looked up. The vast sky was gradually brightening, and the line where the distant heaven and earth intersect became clearer and clearer.
There was no time to think too much. Although she didn't know what the altar was for, since those people tried hard to stop her from approaching, the altar must have some shameful effect, and it might even be to harm the will of heaven.
The Lishui Sword instantly shone brightly, and the simple stone platform was peeled from dust.
And the broken sword was as expected by Qiuqiu. There was a force on the sword that was in conflict with Lishui Sword. The two sword energy collided head-on. Qiuqiu took a step back, put the sword technique in hand, Lishui
The sword swirled in the air, and rushed downward with the sword energy.
Although the sword intent on the broken sword was sharp and sharp, the stone below could not resist it and was shattered with a loud bang.
The sword intent that had been broken was weak and the cornerstone was broken. The sword lost its support and was hit by the Lishui sword and flew out heavily onto a huge rock.
In an instant, the sun jumped out of the horizon, and the golden and red glow illuminated everything on the earth, and the darkness retreated like a tide.
Fire jumped out of Qiuqiu's sleeves, and the sun shone on its slender dragon, and its scales shone with light, like a red flowing flame.
Qiuqiu couldn't tell the feeling of this moment. It was like her heart was suddenly clenched, and she looked back suddenly.
The dazzling purple star rays rose from the stretching peaks and gathered towards Qiuqiu's standing.
The light was too dazzling, and it stabbed into the eyes like a sharp arrow, and Qiuqiu instinctively blocked it with his hands.
All the light gathered on Huo'er's body, and Qiuqiu saw an incredible scene from his fingertips.
Huo'er's body, which was only about a foot long, surged and expanded in the light. In just one breath, it grew to more than a foot, and the momentum was far from stopping.
Qiuqiu watched all this happen in shock, and she even put down her hand that was blocking her eyes.
Threads of star lights all gathered together, and the fire grew rapidly as if desperately absorbing these star energy.
The spiritual power here is too strong and concentrated, forming a huge vortex. Qiuqiu and Huoer are in the center of this vortex, and the wind makes her hair and clothes dance wildly. And around the platform, no matter how far it is,
Whether the huge or the trees are torn and twisted.
The scenery outside became upside down and blurred. Qiuqiu exclaimed in a flash, but in this huge vortex she couldn't even hear her own voice.
When she felt the scenery on both sides was passing, she realized that she was standing on the dragon head of Huoer and flying in the wind.
She held Huo'er's dragon horn tightly to maintain balance. There was only the whistling wind in her ears. Huo'er flew so fast, passing through the mountains and fields like lightning, breaking through the clouds.
Qiuqiu's eyes suddenly lit up. Below her was an endless sea of clouds, and above her head was the vast sky.
She felt that she had never been so close to the sky.
The brilliant sunlight dyed everything in the field of vision into a pure and clear golden color. Qiuqiu couldn't help but breathe a deep breath. Her hair ends and belt floated freely and lightly in the air. At this moment, the world's
Everything seemed to lose weight.
The azure blue of the sky cannot be described in words, as if one glances at you will be submerged and melted by this deep and mysterious blue.
Huo'er kept flying towards the extreme heights, passing through the clear sky, and making a long whistle from the depths of his throat.
The world seemed to be trembling by the dragon roar, and Qiuqiu heard endless echoes that seemed to come from a very distant place.
Under this sky, there are countless years of changes and endless joys and sorrows.
Everything in the world seems so small and short at this moment.
But everyone's life is so rich and brilliant.
Qiuqiu seemed to understand something at this moment, but his heart and eyes were clearly empty.
Her hands loosened, and she lost her support and fell downwards.
Huo'er's tall body whirled in the air and followed him to chase him.
The deep sky, floating clouds, brilliant sunshine, and howling wind.
There is also a clearer and clearer land.
Qiuqiu looked at everything that was unfolding in front of her eyes in fascinated, and the beautiful mountains, rivers and peaks were like a painting.
She seemed to have heard other sounds.
Someone was calling her.
Qiuqiu turned around and looked.
Not far away, a white sword light flashed towards her.
That was Shi'er's sword light.
But Huoer caught up with him one step ahead of him.
Qiuqiu was gently picked up by Huo'er's dragon horn, and she grabbed Longjiao and stood on Huo'er's dragon head.
Huo'er's body lay on the roof of the highest palace in the palace.
Qiuqiu lowered her head and could see many people bowing in this direction.
Those people were shouting, praying, fearing, and crying with joy...
Qiuqiu was still confused and had no idea what was going on in front of him.
The sun rose, and the dragon scales on Huo'er's body reflected thousands of golden lights, which were extremely dazzling. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.
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ps: Momoda, I don’t have a fever today, it’s just a headache... It’s getting better, please rest assured.