After several years, I returned to Nantaifu again.
In this land, the prosperity of the past has disappeared, replaced by a dead atmosphere and gloom.
The once beautiful and spectacular Fucheng is now in ruins, with bloodstains staining the walls, the sky is covered with death clouds, the river is flowing with blood, and rotten corpses are entrenched here, stiff, dull, and ferocious walking on the ancient roads, traveling through this ancient city. middle.
The ancient city became a city of corpses.
Feng Feiyun and Master Da Zizai first came to the Holy Lake. The lake had dried up a few years ago. The bottom of the lake was cracked and overgrown with weeds. It became like a depression. The holy monument once stood in this depression. , but now it has flown away.
Master Da Zi Zai walked down from the sedan chair, with long black hair reaching his waist, a golden robe resting on the ground, a slender waist, perky buttocks, and an exceptionally beautiful back, like a fairy wearing a golden robe. .
She stood on the edge of the depression, looking into the void with a pair of starry eyes, wondering what she was thinking. After a long time, she walked back to the sedan and continued to move forward.
Then we came to Banta Mountain.
The ancient altar on the top of Banda Mountain has flown away. The female demon once attained enlightenment in that altar, and Feng Chi also climbed out of this mountain. Now there are still many corpses gathered here, turning it into a mountain of corpses, which looks very strange at night. It's gloomy, and from time to time, desolate corpse screams come from the mountains, which makes people's hair stand on end.
Master Da Zizai did not stop here. He spared this mountain of corpses and rushed straight towards the Yuhua Tomb.
Late that night, Master Da Zizai and Feng Feiyun had arrived at the Yuhua Cemetery. On this wasteland, the soil on the earth was black, darker than the color of the sky, just like the color of blood after it has dried up.
A cold wind was blowing in the wilderness, and there was a bit of chill in the air.
After arriving at the Yuhua Tomb, Master Da Zizai put away his sedan chair and revealed his true body.
She was indeed as recorded in the ancient books, with a face that would captivate a country, a very tall figure, and exceptionally graceful curves. She looked like an elf in the night when she walked in the wilderness.
Her appearance was very similar to Long Luofu's, and even her temperament was the same, but she was more arrogant and more imposing than Long Luofu. Feng Feiyun saw a kind of disdain in her eyes. A look that doesn't take anyone seriously.
Too arrogant.
It was as if she herself was the supreme emperor and Feng Feiyun was just her slave.
She was once the supreme empress and developed a supreme heart. In the eyes of the emperor, everyone was just a minister or slave, and it was impossible to become friends with anyone.
"Feng Feiyun, you are very proficient in formations." She said.
Feng Feiyun didn't look at her directly. He stepped on the soil of Yuhua's tomb and said "hmm" casually.
Master Da Zizi frowned, very displeased, with a cold look in his beautiful eyes, like a bolt of lightning flashing in his eyes, and said: "No one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of this emperor, are you not afraid of death? "
"It's not that I'm not afraid of death, but I know you won't let me go, so why should I be polite to you," Feng Feiyun said.
Master Da Zizi smiled instead of being angry, with a beautiful smile and a pleasant laughter. I don’t know what she was laughing at. She smiled for a long time before she stopped smiling and said, "You are an interesting person. If it weren't for the Ascension Platform, I might I will really spare my life."
The two of them walked on the Yuhua Tomb with a strange tacit understanding and did not speak. After Master Da Zizai asked, "You are very proficient in formations," he did not ask any more questions, nor did he deliberately search for the teleportation to the ends of the earth. Array.
Da ZiZhenZhen seemed to be remembering something.
In the distance, there was a fire, and figures could be vaguely seen dancing, and many people gathered.
There were the sounds of conch drums and the sound of sacrificial texts being recited. There were also many naked and upper-body men dancing around the fire. There were old men kneeling under the altar and reciting strange languages.
Feng Feiyun didn't expect to see human beings on the Yuhua Tomb, and they were ordinary people who didn't know any cultivation. There were about three thousand people, and they seemed to be a tribe, and they were worshiping something.
"Those are the indigenous people on the Yuhua Tomb, the Daling Meng people. Although the zombies are spread throughout Nantai Mansion, they dare not enter the Yuhua Tomb. Instead, these ordinary people survived." Master Da Zizai said, and then left. passed.
The Shenjin Dynasty had a vast territory, and there were many ethnic groups, large and small, numbering in the tens of thousands. Only the Jin Emperor of the Shenjin Dynasty could remember all these ethnic groups.
Feng Feiyun looked at her graceful back, and then followed her.
"Distinguished guests, tonight is the sleepless night of the great sacrifice of our Daling Mongolian people. Anyone who participates in tonight's great sacrifice carnival will be favored by the God of Luck." A white-haired old man said with a smile on his face, looking particularly happy. Warm and hospitable, looking at Feng Feiyun and Da Zizi with expectation.
Four or five young Daling Mongolian men and women stared curiously at the two guests, and actively invited them to join the grand sacrificial carnival.
Da Zizai's aura was completely restrained, and her face was covered with a layer of mist. These Da Ling Meng people couldn't see her clearly, so they couldn't feel the pressure. They all smiled kindly.
"All right."
She actually agreed.
The Mongolian people in Daling were very happy and rejoiced. The chief ordered people to slaughter cattle and sheep and carry them to the big wine vat.
"You, the empress, are quite friendly to the people." She had already sentenced her to death anyway, and Feng Feiyun was not very polite to her. After dancing with a Daling Mongolian woman, she sat down on the big table. Beside Zizhenren, he drank up the crude wine in a clay pot.
Da ZiZai was sitting under the stone platform. There was a pottery dish in front of her, and a large piece of golden beef leg was placed in it. She stretched out two slender jade onion fingers, tore off a small piece of beef and put it on the table. Between the red and translucent lips, he chewed food gently, his movements were very elegant.
She did not look at Feng Feiyun and said: "When I was a child, I was studying in the academy. The Taifu said that to become an emperor, you must first have an emperor's heart. The emperor's heart is a supreme heart. Your Majesty A heart that is close to the people, a heart that is ruthless, one person is the emperor, and all things are ministers. One word can be feared by thousands of people. If you can't do this, you can't be an emperor."
"I'm so tired." Feng Feiyun raised his head and looked at the sky.
Master Da Zi Zai glanced at Feng Feiyun and said: "Lai, as an emperor, there must be people who are loyal to him, some who take advantage of him, some who are envious, some who are jealous, some who covet, and some who angrily rebuke..."
"There is no one I can trust," Feng Feiyun said.
She shook her head, "You can only trust yourself."
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "I'm very curious about one thing. Since the emperor's heart is unique and supreme, your royal family now has three Jin emperors. If you return to the divine capital, who will be the only one in charge."
Master Da Zizai was silent for a long time, and did not answer Feng Feiyun's words. His beautiful eyes drooped, and he tore off a small piece of golden beef, put it into his mouth, and chewed it gently.
"Big brother, big brother, please give me a rose flower for my sister."
A seven or eight-year-old girl with a rosy face, wearing an animal skin, carrying a cylindrical wooden box on her back, stared at Feng Feiyun with her round eyes, and had the most innocent smile.
Feng Feiyun glanced at Master Da Zizi slightly, touched the little girl's floral braid, and said with a smile: "Little sister, what is a rose flower?"
"It is a very beautiful flower. On this land, there is only this kind of flower that can be dug in the soil. It is very rare. Any man or woman who can dig up the rose flower in the sleepless night will get it in his life. Good luck, we will be together forever." The little girl said very seriously and very expectantly.
"Well... I've been really unlucky recently. If there really is such a flower in this world, it must be the most beautiful flower in the world." Feng Feiyun touched the little girl's cheek and asked, "Where can I get this flower?" .”
The little girl blinked her eyes, looking a little confused, and said: "In the story of Grandpa Patriarch."
Feng Feiyun suddenly realized that this innocent little girl had never seen this kind of flower, but had only heard about it in stories.
Feng Feiyun looked at the desolate wilderness. Above the Yuhua Tomb, it was hard to see even grass, let alone flowers. This little girl was afraid that she had never seen what flowers looked like in her life, so she ran across it. Come, let Feng Feiyun go and ask for a rose flower.
She just wants to see nice things.
She stared closely into Feng Feiyun's eyes, her pupils were round, like black gems, full of expectation.
How can Feng Feiyun show the flower that only exists in the story to her?
"Don't let the little girl down, go dig up a rose flower and bring it back." Master Da Zizai stood up suddenly, with a commanding tone, as if he was issuing an imperial decree.
Feng Feiyun was not very interested in her imperial decree, but he was not willing to disappoint the little girl, so the three of them went together in the wilderness to look for rose flowers.
The little girl looked very happy, holding Feng Feiyun's hand tightly, and said in a childish voice: "Brother, have you ever sent flowers to your sister?"
"This..." Feng Feiyun saw that Master Da Zizi was not angry, and then said: "No."
"Then why don't you give it to her?" she asked curiously.
"She... doesn't like it," Feng Feiyun said.
The little girl ran to Master Da Zi Zai again, grabbed Da Zi Zai's arm and said: "Sister, sister, brother said you don't like flowers, is that true?"
"You should... like it." Master Da Zizi said.
"I should have liked it. The flowers are so beautiful. They are the most beautiful. If I dig up a rose flower later, I will definitely ask my elder brother to give it to you and put it on your head with my own hands. Grandpa, the patriarch, said that people wear flowers on their heads. Girls are the most beautiful girls, right?"
"right."
Feng Feiyun was indeed searching very carefully, using all his minor skills, just like a treasure hunter looking for mineral veins underground, when suddenly there was a very subtle fluctuation in the ground.
Feng Feiyun knelt down and threw it three feet deep into the soil. Wisps of gentle white light came from below, as bright as moonlight.