Chapter Five Hundred and Fiftieth Chapter I Report to the Young Master Yi Mingyue
In the underground palace of the Imperial Tomb, after a burst of noise.
In the majestic and solemn main hall, Fuyao experienced a series of dangerous counterattacks against Jindan, and welcomed and bid farewell to three powerful projections from afar...
At this moment, I don’t know how many times today I fell into silence again.
The tomb passage from the main hall to the back hall is blocked by rubble.
Zhu Yourong, the tall and thin old man and the Confucian scholar in white, who had just left one after another, deliberately did not open these blocked tomb passages, but sealed the scene and waited for reinforcements in the near future.
However, what they didn't know was that just as everyone's projections disappeared, new movements appeared in the quiet hall.
In the tomb passage connecting the main hall and the back hall, the blocked rubble suddenly rolled and scattered.
The dark entrance to the tomb was revealed.
A figure of a tall, slender woman wearing white clothes and covering her face walked out of it.
In the end, Luo Xiu did not follow the sincere advice in the blood letter left by Zhao Rong.
No waiting quietly in the safety of the apse, waiting for rescue or nightfall,
At this time, it was not even the 'one hour' that Zhao Rong told him not to go out.
When those few breaths that made her solemn and cautious disappeared in the main hall,
Luo Xiu gave a few instructions and asked Xiaoyu to take care of the sisters in the hall. Then she turned on the mechanism and walked out of the back hall alone, arriving at the main hall, which now felt familiar and strange to her.
What is familiar is the layout of the dragon coffin in the main hall.
What was unfamiliar was the remains of mutilated limbs, flesh, and messy corpses.
It is obvious that a very brutal fighting happened here not long ago.
But even if a certain woman in white clothes and mask was mentally prepared, standing in front of the entrance to the tomb passage, she saw this scene with her own eyes.
She was still silent.
In the main hall, the masked woman in white clothes was quiet for a moment, then walked quickly to Zhao Rong, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and squatted down.
She examined it carefully for a moment, her eyebrows tightening and relaxing for a while.
After a while, the woman slowly took back her right hand that was stroking his burned face.
Her slender white fingers were in sharp contrast to her face, which was burnt into red and black.
The masked woman in white clothes stood up with a slight frown, her hands stained with blood and charcoal were quietly clenched into fists.
After standing still for a moment, she turned her head and looked inside the hall.
At this time, a certain fourth-grade golden elixir was 'dismantled' and fell into pieces by the Mo Xia sword energy controlled by a certain way.
The underground palace hall was filled with a huge amount of spiritual energy, and for a time, it accidentally formed a "Lingbao Blessed Land" that people on the mountain dreamed of.
It was said that it was accidental, but in fact it was Mr. Bai's deliberate decision to do it smoothly.
Zhao Rong was sitting on the floor with his back against the dragon coffin. His physical appearance was terrible, and his inner warrior body was also 'broken'.
However, under the influence of the medicine Zhu Yourong gave him and the temporary construction of the 'Lingbao Blessed Land', the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, the Twelve Meridians, the Fire Dragon Qi... and so on are slowly absorbing the abundant spiritual energy from the surrounding heaven and earth.
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The damaged body of the alien martial artist is really recovering at a much faster rate than the ordinary martial artist.
But even so.
In Luo Xiu's eyes, the speed of natural recovery was still too slow.
Regarding the scale of the spiritual energy in the main hall, which is based on the basic unit of "a golden elixir", the spiritual energy that his warrior body has absorbed and utilized is less than one thousandth of the total amount.
Zhao Rong's body wants to be completely healed like this, but he doesn't know how long it will take.
However, his serious injury cannot be delayed for too long, otherwise the hidden wounds will affect his subsequent career as a martial artist.
And now, even if Zhao Rong's inner warrior body can be repaired and recovered, his outer skin burned by the flames and his severed right arm cannot recover naturally.
In a sense...this elegant and interesting young man is disfigured and disabled.
Luo Xiu withdrew his gaze and looked up at the "bright starry sky" above his head.
It was a dome inlaid with luminous pearls and various colored gems, with dark rocks in the background. They were like a deep night, except for the bright moon.
During these days, in the dark and oppressive tomb, every time she passed by the main hall, she liked to look up at the dome of the starry sky.
Luo Xiu was dressed in white clothes, standing in front of the dragon coffin, clenching his fists to cover his chest, looking up at the starry sky above his head, and fell into deep thought.
Except for her slightly frowning eyebrows, her expression covered by the white gauze could not be seen.
I don’t know how long it took, it could be very soon or it could be a long time.
The woman's bloody fist, which was covering her chest, suddenly let go.
She knelt down again, took out her handkerchief and wiped Zhao Rong's face, even though it was already burnt and blackened.
Luo Xiu looked around, then moved Zhao Rong's weak breathing body to the other side of the dragon coffin. His previous position was facing the tomb passage leading to the apse.
With gentle movements, she moved him to the back of the dragon coffin and leaned against the coffin wall again.
This is where the view cannot be seen after entering the tomb passage, because the view will be blocked by the tall dragon coffin.
After doing this, Luo Xiu stood up, no longer hesitating, quickly left the main hall, walked through the dark tomb passage, opened the mechanism, and returned to the back hall.
She stood in front of seventeen women in white clothes and masked faces in the hall, and spoke calmly:
"It's time for us to leave. The 'King' has something to do and has gone back first. However, she has left the road for us. Let's set off now, follow in the footsteps of the 'King' and ascend to... the Nine Heavens Moon Palace."
Except for Xiao Yu, the girls stood up excitedly. Although their faces were covered and their expressions could not be seen clearly, their movements and demeanor showed that they were very eager.
Luo Xiu wanted to turn around, but her tall body turned halfway, as if she remembered something, she turned back:
"Oh, by the way, there were some unplanned accidents outside just now, and the palace was a little messy... But it's okay now. Don't worry, it won't delay our ascension to the Moon Palace."
Her eyes and tone were calm, "When the mechanism is turned on later, please don't walk around in the main hall, continue to pray to the moon and the gods, and remain pious."
"Yes." The girls responded obediently without doubting that he was there.
Only the short little fish on the side couldn't help but look at Sister Xiu'er, who was especially calm after going out.
Then, she stretched her head and looked outside the door.
At this moment, the stone door is wide open, and from the dark tomb passage outside, a rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth is rapidly pouring in, which is extremely pure.
The little girl shrugged her little nose, as if she was breathing something.
She felt that if she stayed here and stayed in this aura environment for another day and a half, she would be able to break through to the Tianzhi realm. Well, she would be just a little bit taller than Sister Xiu'er.
Just like her name.
A small fish is like a fish in water. Of course it will swim more joyfully when it encounters "water".
The little girl nodded affirmatively, but she did not speak out to object to Luo Xiu's arrangement of leaving.
She always obeys Sister Xiu'er's arrangements.
I also believe in her arrangements.
But at the same time, Xiaoyu had a puzzled look on his face, and he was a little curious about where the spiritual energy that was pouring in came from... Why didn't he know that there was such a rich spiritual energy in the imperial mausoleum before...
But the doubts in the little girl's head did not last long.
Soon, seventeen masked women in white clothes, including her, were led by Luo Xiu to the main hall of the underground palace.
As soon as they entered, they were shocked by the completely different scene in the main hall and the full aura, but in the end no one asked.
The crowd just looked at each other for a while, and then formed a horizontal line according to the positions arranged by Luo Xiu and his assistant Xiaoyu.
They stood in the main hall near the tomb passage and did not move around. They continued to pray with their eyes closed and waited quietly.
Also because of the location, no one could see behind the tall dragon coffin in the center, the burned-out Confucian scholar with broken arms who was lying against the wall of the coffin...
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Luo Xiu turned around and walked straight to the dragon coffin with a calm expression.
She first walked around to the back of the coffin and stood next to Zhao Rong, but Xiaoyu and others couldn't see the latter. They only saw Luo Xiu standing behind the coffin.
Then, she raised her head, glanced at the starry sky dome, then lowered her head, reached out and pressed her hand on a certain place on the dragon coffin, followed by another tedious but skillful operation.
"Boom!"
This dragon coffin, with its autumn wind and autumn air leaking out, slowly opened the coffin lid amid the sound of gears...
The ‘autumn wind’ overflows.
His sleeves were drooped and his eyes were down, and there was no corpse in the coffin.
There is a pair of imperial clothes, a small bronze cauldron, and...a bright moon.
In the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, there is no emperor in the emperor's dragon coffin.
If Zhao Rong was awake at this time and saw the empty clothes and clothes in the coffin in front of him, he would have blurted out the sentence "The emperor has ascended to heaven, and his officials buried his clothes and clothes" as he was familiar with history books.
However, this type of tomb, Zhao Rong, is only found in the records of two emperors in Wangquezhou history books.
One is the sage king and virtuous emperor in ancient times, and the other is the 'alchemy emperor' of later generations.
The former is praising, the latter is ridiculous...
However, what is more surprising than the tomb is the small bronze cauldron inside the coffin, and the 'bright moon' inside the cauldron.
The tripod is made of bronze, square, with four legs and two ears.
The 'bright moon' in the cauldron is a round pale golden light, like gas and liquid, contained in the cauldron.
The color is the same as the cauldron of luck on the top of the mountain that Zhao Rong once looked at...
At this moment, there is autumn wind and autumn air flowing out from this 'bright moon', overflowing the bronze cauldron and dragon coffin, and finally leaking out of the coffin.
Faced with such a strange arrangement, Luo Xiu's face showed no strange color. She saw the 'bright moon' in the cauldron reappearing, as if the 'autumn wind and autumn air' from another space filled the cauldron again, and she nodded lightly.
You can go.
In front of the coffin, the woman stretched out her hand, and just as she was about to make a move, a little girl jumped forward with a 'whoosh' sound.
"Sister Xiu'er, let Xiaoyu come this time."
The little girl is positive and full of initiative.
Luo Xiu nodded, and Xiaoyu imitated her, biting the pad of his index finger with his fangs, squeezing out a drop of Li Nu's blood, and dripped it into the small bronze cauldron.
The 'bright moon' in the cauldron trembled.
Like a drop of raindrops falling on the surface of a flat mirror, the water ripples tremble and spread out...
First there was a slight abnormal sound, which was difficult to distinguish from near.
Then.
In an instant.
In the visual senses of the girls, the entire hall became dark.
It seemed like... all the light was sucked into the 'bright moon' blooming in the cauldron.
The bright moon shines brighter and brighter.
It even covered the small bronze tripod, the tall dragon coffin, and finally even the hazy figures of the two women and Zhao Rong beside the coffin.
For a time, this expanding moon became the most eye-catching presence in the dark hall, except for the starry sky dome.
Then.
The bright moon rose slowly.
Looking from a distance, it is a bright moon rising into the sky in the darkness.
This scene, viewed from another angle, also looks like the starry night sky is drooping, accepting the "bright moon".
I can’t tell whether it means ‘the moon flies to the sky’ or ‘the sky flies to the moon’.
The boundaries of time and space are somewhat blurred at this moment.
And at this moment, the "Ming Moon" blurred and soared together, and it seemed that... there were also the girls and everything in the hall hidden in the darkness.
It or they rose higher and higher until they reached the dome of the hall.
Until it merges with the 'bright starry sky' in the dome.
Until it becomes a picture.
The ‘night elephant’ symbolizing a certain law has been completed.
A certain piece of time and space is reversed...
After a while.
The bright moon disappeared.
The main hall is as new as ever.
Not a single human figure.
…
At the edge of a certain abandoned ruins full of Nine Heavenly Cold Palace flowers.
There is a main hall building with a relatively complete appearance.
It is located on an isolated cliff and is the outermost part of the ruins group.
In front are the magnificent ruins, and behind is a pitch-black bottomless abyss.
Inside the abyss under the solitary cliff, there is an autumn wind blowing out of it all the time, like a cold knife cut by a flying knife, constantly 'carving' the main hall building on the cliff...
At this time, inside the palace.
At a certain moment, with the sudden appearance of a bright moon, the originally neat and brand-new grand hall disappeared.
From the same spot, there appeared... a blood-stained floor with a bloody six-pointed star and circle painted in the center, a dragon coffin with a wide-open lid, a headless corpse, and a goddess in white clothes and a veil.
There are various signs that this is no longer the original hall.
Things are not the same, and people are not the same.
"Well, Sister Xiu'er, I feel so dizzy~"
The girls felt a sense of dislocation in space, and the youngest Xiaoyu spun around twice in a daze.
Luo Xiu first looked down at the coffin, then reached out to support the little girl who was spinning in circles.
"Take them out to settle down first. It's not a good place to stay here for too long. I'll take care of things...I'll find you later." She lowered her eyes and said.
"Oh." Xiaoyu nodded in agreement.
She felt that this place where the entire hall could be teleported and changed was very mysterious, just like she had never been able to figure out where the baby came from.
Before leaving Xingzi Lake, she always thought that it was assigned by the all-powerful Lefang Sibao. Couples in the town who wanted a child after getting married had to go to the Lefangsi to get one. A couple could only get one, so the town's
The rich men of the country have to marry many concubines... As for her, well, she must be an ugly girl that no one wants to take home, so she was despised by Rakubo and sent to the boat to be a boat girl who can never go ashore.
Xiaoyu put on a straight face, imitated Sister Xiuer, and left the hall with the other sixteen divorced women who were about to ascend.
When the hall became quiet again, Luo Xiu lowered his head, looked at the unrecognizable young master on the ground, and then looked at the dragon coffin.
Inside the coffin, the small four-legged bronze cauldron was already empty, with no bright moon, and no 'autumn wind and autumn air' flowing out.
Luo Xiu did not close the lid of the dragon coffin again as he had done several times before.
She lowered her eyes, took out the small bronze cauldron, and put it away temporarily.
In addition, the solemn underworld robe of the late Emperor Dali in the museum was also taken out and put aside.
In front of the coffin, the woman bent down, picked up the 'handsome young man' whom she once thought her eyes were so fond of, and put him into the empty dragon coffin.
"When the little girl was still called Cicada, the Queen Mother who named me once said to me..."
A woman took off her veil, let go and threw it away, looking up at the starry sky and the dome.
"In this world, there are two things we should look up to throughout our lives."
She seemed to be talking to herself or to the sleeping young master.
"One is the bright starry sky above our heads, and the other is the bright moon that always hangs high in Li Nu's heart."
Luo Xiu gently pulled open his belt, took off his white clothes, red rope, bellyband, and obscene pants and slid them onto the blood-stained floor at his feet.
This scene is just like that day in the Xingzi Town Inn when she was so helpless that she took off her skirt and presented herself to the cold palace in pure white.
Only this time, there was no longer the young man looking at her with a smile in front of her.
"Young master gave me the starry sky, and I repay you with the bright moon."
Luo Xiu took off Li Nu's white clothes and put on a fiery red dress that she had worn while galloping around at night under the stars.
The woman leaned into the coffin...
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PS: Thanks to the leader of the good brother "Wei Lai" for the reward! It seems that the good brother left a message saying that he wanted to see Qingjun, ahem, I will do it later! (whisper)