In this sacred city full of flowers, it is rare to find such an empty mountain. This is the back mountain of Nantian Temple.
In the mountain col, towering dead trees stand, bare and covered with a layer of silver-like ice crystals.
The goose-feather heavy snow is still flying, and the cold wind is like the roar of a giant beast, blowing from the mountain pass, sweeping across this land, echoing in the mountain col, some old trees that died in the winter were blown off by the wind, and they roared. shattering sound,
A wooden pavilion, a tombstone, a lonely grave,
Feng Feiyun dug open the lonely grave with his own hands, and took one last look at the beauty wrapped in ice. Her face remained the same, and her white hair was as clear as ice. She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and would never wake up again. She moved away. Eyes, no longer looking, put the ice body into the lonely grave, and then covered it with soil.
Everything in the world is impermanent, and these times are so desolate,
She was once the most beautiful woman of the Ji family. Even in that era, no one could compare with her beauty. She had thousands of suitors. But now she is still wrapped in ice and buried under the earth. Thousands of years later, she will not be able to compete with her. will turn into dust, and no one in the world will remember that she was in this world.
She was once a concubine of the gods, with fine clothes and fine food, and a profound knowledge. I don't know how many people respected her as a heavenly being. But when the prosperity came to an end, she was just a miserable woman. She didn't live for herself in this life. Maybe On quiet nights, she would sit alone under the moon and long for her dreams, and then silently swallow her tears.
People always have to die. Since you have chosen the path of immortality and the pursuit of eternal life, you should be prepared to die at any time.
Feng Feiyun stood in front of the tomb, bent down and carved on the tombstone, and carved the word "媗",
Ji Lingmei said that she wanted to compensate Zuo Qianshou, and perhaps burying them in the same grave would be the best way to make up for it. This may be what she did not say when she died.
Feng Feiyun sat in front of the tombstone, motionless, as if deep in thought. Snowflakes fell on him, accumulating a thick layer, covering his whole body into a white snowman.
In the middle of the night, Feng Feiyun stood up, and all the ice and snow on his body fell to the ground. He took one last look at the ice and snow grave, and then left the mountain col step by step. He might not come back again in the future.
At night, the cold wind howled and snow filled the sky, flying throughout the mountain valley.
Every story has an ending. Ji Lingmei’s story is over, but Feng Feiyun still has a long way to go.
There is a grave in everyone's heart, where a widow is buried.
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Feng Feiyun walked out of the mountain col, left Nantian Temple, and unknowingly walked to the underground dragon vein. The golden spiritual energy here turned into liquid, with a cold breath, as if it was like a golden dragon running underground.
On the stone wall, there is a spacious stone platform. The female demon is still in retreat. Her body is half fairy cloud and half magic mist. The center of her eyebrows is flashing with crystal light spots, like a star.
Long Cangyue, wrapped in a black robe, walked over and said coldly: "Why are you here?"
Feng Feiyun looked at her and felt that Long Cangyue and Ji Lingmei were really similar, as if they were made from the same mold. He smiled slightly: "Just came to take a look."
"Have you seen enough?" Long Cangyue rolled her eyes at Feng Feiyun,
Feng Feiyun nodded and said, "It seems that I have seen enough."
After saying this, Feng Feiyun left directly and walked out of the underground dragon vein.
Long Cangyue's beautiful eyes were solemn, her fingers gently held her snow-white chin, and she stared at Feng Feiyun's leaving back. She always felt that Feng Feiyun was a little strange today.
Feng Feiyun originally planned to tell her the news of Ji Lingmei's death, but when he saw her, he felt that Ji Lingmei was not dead at all. They were so similar. In the end, Feng Feiyun did not tell her, so he leave again,
"I'm used to seeing life and death, why do I still feel a touch of sadness? Could it be that while inheriting a human body, I also inherited the weaknesses of human nature." Feng Feiyun stood on the long street, looking at the sky. , suddenly a smile appeared recently, "It's all up to you."
The night passed a bit quickly. Dawn came, the sun rose, and the sunshine drove away the cold.
A new day will bring new challenges,
"Feng Feiyun, where did you go this night? Anyone looking for you would go crazy." Bi Ningshuai no longer wore the big-headed Buddha helmet and showed his true colors to others. Even Feng Feiyun had been exposed, so he didn't It is necessary to hide it any longer,
Feng Feiyun said: "Who is so anxious to see me?"
"A great beauty." Bi Ning said handsomely,
"There are not many beauties in the world who dare to take the initiative to look for me." Feng Feiyun said with a smile: "Since she dares to look for me, it shows that she is quite courageous."
"I don't know whether he is very courageous or not, but you will definitely get a headache after seeing him." Bi Ning said handsomely,
Feng Feiyun said: "Could it be..."
"Long Qingyang, I didn't bring him here, he forced me." Bi Ningshuai smiled apologetically at Feng Feiyun, and then quickly ran away.
A "beauty" wearing purple clothes, with long flowing hair, red lips and white teeth, walked towards her with a graceful figure. She smiled and said from a distance: "Your Majesty, King of Gods, you are well."
"Um... I am going to participate in today's battle of princes and horses. Mr. Long, please say goodbye."
Feng Feiyun did feel that his head was heavy, and wanted to run away, but a fragrant wind hit him, and a petite and exquisite body was already standing in front of him, with a resentful look, saying: "Lord God King, you are so heartless, is it possible? I'm so scary."
The muscles on Feng Feiyun's face tensed up, he smiled and said, "It's nothing."
Long Qingyang's beautiful eyes are like two deep springs, and her chest is high. It is obviously wrapped in several layers of fur, satin and brocade. You can still vaguely see your moon-white clothes, plus the large area of snow-white and delicate skin under your neck. An ordinary man simply cannot resist, saying: "I also want to participate in the decisive battle of the Prince Consort. If the God King doesn't dislike it, can I go with the God King for a while?"
"Of course I don't mind this..." Feng Feiyun smiled, then ordered someone to bring a huge chariot and drove to the imperial city.
The carriage is huge, even if it seats ten people it won't feel crowded.
Although Feng Feiyun was a little disgusted with Long Qingyang, he was not afraid because of his allure that surpassed that of beautiful women. He calmly sat side by side with him, holding a spiritual stone in his palm, absorbing the spiritual energy in the spiritual stone, and Close your eyes and adjust your breath. Today's battle is no small matter. You must stay at your peak state.
In the chariot, there is a bronze table with dragons and phoenixes carved on it. There is a green incense burner with musk stone burning inside. The fragrance is light and vague,
Long Qingyang was sitting next to the bronze table. His long black hair looked like it had been washed by suet milk, and his jade fingers were as green as green onions. He was twisting a purple clay teapot, took out a flint, and placed it under the purple clay teapot. The flames were full and very bright. Soon the water in the teapot started boiling,
Every movement he makes is elegant and gentle. His slender fingers, sparkling red lips, serious eyes, and tea-making movements are like flowing water. People are amazed by his tea art, which is indeed as beautiful as his person.
"People say that Lord God King is the first genius of the Shen Jin Dynasty. He is young and promising, and his talents and strategies are unmatched by anyone." Long Qingyang held a piece of purple silk cloth in his hand and gently wiped the purple clay tea cup in his hand.
Feng Feiyun opened his eyes slightly and smiled: "Young Master Long's charm is unparalleled in the world. I heard that just a few days after arriving in the divine capital, seven overlords of the immortal world and two kings of the younger generation have already bowed to you. Under the pomegranate skirt."
Feng Feiyun is just a tactful way of saying this, to put it more bluntly, these people have all had sex with Long Qingyang.
Long Qingyang's slender eyelashes gave Feng Feiyun a resentful look, and said softly: "How can they be so powerful? They are just bad guys who make trouble."
His voice is sweet and tender. If you don't know better, you will definitely think of him as a peerless beauty.
In fact, except for his body, which is not that of a woman, he is better and more perfect than a woman in every other aspect. Perhaps he himself also thinks that he is a woman.
Feng Feiyun said: "What is Mr. Long looking for me for?"
"Drink a cup of tea first." Long Qingyang sat on the ground paved with white fox fur. His long skirt was scattered, revealing two white jade legs, slender and slender, with enchanting and charming curves. He held a purple clay pot with two fingers. Cup, gently resisting Feng Feiyun. In front of Feng Feiyun, a pair of big round eyes stared at Feng Feiyun. A pure and pure face was almost resting on Feng Feiyun's knees.
Feng Feiyun remained calm and calm. He took the tea cup from his hand, took a sip, savored it in his mouth, and said intoxicatedly: "The most common scented tea, but bitter but not astringent, with a slight tinge." Slightly sweet, it takes a lot of skill to brew this taste."
Long Qingyang smiled slightly shyly, took the teacup from Feng Feiyun's hand, picked up another teacup, and said with a smart and expectant smile: "Try this cup again."
Feng Feiyun took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
Long Qingyang pouted his lips and said resentfully: "You are just dealing with others."
"Master Long, what are you going to do?" Feng Feiyun didn't think it was very interesting to see a man acting coquettishly in front of you.
"Don't call me Mr. Long, call me Miss Long." Long Qingyang stared pitifully at Feng Feiyun,
"..." Feng Feiyun said,
"Okay, okay, I know you still dislike me." Long Qingyang stood up directly, sat down opposite Feng Feiyun, and said with a charming smile: "I want to do a business with the God King. "
Finally getting to the topic,
"What kind of business?" Feng Feiyun said,
"The business of stealing the country." Long Qingyang said: "You may not know that Emperor Jin is no longer in the capital of God, but Emperor Jin left a volume of edict, which stated who he wanted to ascend the throne."
Feng Feiyun remained calm and said with a smile: "How do you know such a secret?"
"Of course I have my own way." Long Qingyang gently leaned towards Feng Feiyun and whispered in Feng Feiyun's ear: "Do you want to know whose hands this edict is in."