Spirit Vessel - Chapter 575

[Chapter 575]

It is rare to find such an empty mountain in this flower-filled divine capital, which is the back mountain of Nantian Temple.

In the mountains, the towering dead trees stand, bare and covered with a layer of silver-like ice crystals.

The goose feather snow is still flying, and the cold wind is roaring like a giant beast, blowing from the mountain pass, sweeping this piece of land, and echoing in the mountains. Some old trees that had withered in the winter were blown off by the wind and made a cracking sound.

A wooden pavilion, a tombstone, a solitary grave.

Feng Feiyun opened the lonely grave with his own hands, and finally took a look at the jade man wrapped in ice. She had the same face and white hair. She seemed to have fallen asleep, and she would never wake up again. She moved away. Eyes, never looking again, put this piece of ice into the lonely grave, and then covered it with soil.

The world is impermanent, and the times are so desolate.

She used to be the most beautiful woman in the Ji family, and no one could compare with her even in that era. There were thousands of suitors, but now she is still wrapped in ice and buried in the ground. Will turn into dust, who else in the world will remember that she had been in this world?

She used to be a concubine of a goddess, dressed in brocade and food, and cultivated to the profound knowledge. I don’t know how many people respect her as a goddess, but when the prosperity came to an end, she was just a hard-working woman. She didn’t live for herself in this life. Maybe In the silent night, she would also sit alone under the moon and look forward to her dream, and then weep silently.

People are always going to die. Since they have chosen the path of immortality and pursued longevity, they should be ready to die at any time.

Feng Feiyun stood in front of the tomb, bent down and wrote a letter on the tombstone, engraved with the word “媗”.

Ji Lingbao said that she wanted to make up for Zuo Qianshou, and perhaps burying them in the same grave would be the best way to make up for it, and this might be what she didn’t say when she died.

Feng Feiyun sat in front of the tombstone, motionless, as if in deep thought. Snowflakes fell on his body and accumulated a thick layer, covering his entire body into a white snowman.

In the second half of the night, Feng Feiyun stood up. All the snow and ice on his body fell to the ground. He glanced at the solitary tomb of ice and snow for the last time, and then left the mountain step by step, and he may not come back in the future.

At night, the cold wind whistled, and the snow covered the sky, flying all over the mountain.

Every story has an ending, Ji Lingao’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.

…

Feng Feiyun walked out of the mountain, left Nantian Temple, and unknowingly walked to the underground dragon vein, where the golden aura turned into a liquid, with an icy aura, as if it was like a golden dragon running underground.

On the stone wall, there is a spacious stone platform. The female devil is still in retreat. She is half fairy glow and half magic fog. The brows are flickering with crystal light spots, like a star.

Long Cangyue wrapped his body in black robe, walked over, and said coldly, “Why are you here?”

Feng Feiyun looked at her and only felt that Long Cangyue and Ji Lingao were really similar, as if they had fallen out of a mold, and smiled slightly: “Just come and have a look.”

“Have you seen enough?” Long Cangyue gave Feng Feiyun a blank look.

Feng Feiyun nodded and said, “It seems that I have seen enough.”

After saying this, Feng Feiyun left and walked out of the underground dragon vein.

Long Cangyue’s beautiful eyes were dignified, her fingers gently supported her snow-white chin, staring 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 Ling’s death, but when he saw her, he felt that Ji Ling Ai didn’t seem to have died at all. leave again.

“I’m used to seeing life and death, so why is there still a faint sadness? Could it be that while inheriting a human body, it also inherits the weaknesses of human nature?” Feng Feiyun stood on the long street and looked at Tianyu , and suddenly a smile appeared recently, “Everything is as you wish.”

The night passed a little quickly, dawn came, the sun rose, and the sun drove away the cold.

A new day will bring new challenges.

“Feng Feiyun, where have you been this night, anyone looking for you is going crazy.” Bi Ningshuai didn’t wear the Buddha’s helmet anymore, showing his true colors. Even Feng Feiyun was exposed, and he didn’t Need to hide again.

Feng Feiyun said: “Who is so eager to see me?”

“A great beauty.” Bi Ning said handsomely.

“There are not many beautiful women in the world who dare to take the initiative to find me.” Feng Feiyun said with a smile: “Since she dares to find me, it shows that she is quite courageous.”

“I don’t know if he’s brave or not, but you will definitely have a big head when you see him.” Bi Ning said handsomely.

Feng Feiyun said: “Could it be…”

“Long Qingyang. I didn’t bring him, he forced me.” Bi Ningshuai smiled apologetically at Feng Feiyun, and then quickly ran away.

A “beautiful” dressed in purple, with long flowing hair, red lips and white teeth walked in, smiling, and said from a distance, “Sir God King, are you okay?”

“Uh… This king is going to participate in today’s battle of the concubine, Young Master Long, let’s go.”

Feng Feiyun really felt that his head was big, and he wanted to run away, but a fragrant wind hit, a petite and exquisite body had already stood in front of him, with a resentful expression, said: “Sir God King, you are so ruthless, don’t you think? Am I so scary?”

The muscles on Feng Feiyun’s face tightened, he smiled, and said, “There’s no such thing.”

Long Qingyang’s eyes are like two secluded springs, and his chest is high. It is obviously wrapped in several layers of fur and satin brocade. You can vaguely see your moon-white clothes, plus the large snow-white and delicate skin under the neck. Ordinary men couldn’t resist at all, and said: “I also want to participate in the battle of the concubine. If the god king doesn’t dislike it, can he go with the god king for a while?”

“This… Of course I don’t dislike it.” Feng Feiyun smiled, and then ordered a huge chariot to be moved and drove to the imperial city.

The carriage is so huge that it doesn’t look crowded even with ten people.

Although Feng Feiyun was a little disgusted with Long Qingyang, he was not afraid because he surpassed the allure of beauties. He sat side by side with him calmly, holding a spiritual stone in his palm, absorbing the spiritual energy in the spiritual stone, Close your eyes and adjust your breath. Today’s battle is no trivial matter, and it must be maintained in the peak state.

In the chariot, there is a bronze table with a dragon and a phoenix carved on it, and a cyan incense burner, which is burning with musk stones, and the fragrance is light and absent.

Long Qingyang sat beside the bronze table, his long black hair seemed to have been washed with suet milk, and his jade fingers were like green onions. He twisted a purple sand teapot, took out a flint, and placed it under the purple sand teapot. Soon the water in the teapot boiled.

Every movement of his is elegant and soft, with slender fingers, crystal-clear red lips, staring at serious eyes, and the movement of making tea is like flowing water, which makes people marvel at his tea art, which is indeed as beautiful as his people.

“People say that Lord God King is the first genius of the Shenjin Dynasty. He is young and promising, and his talent is unparalleled.” Long Qingyang took a purple silk cloth in his hand and gently wiped the purple sand teacup in his hand.

Feng Feiyun opened his eyes slightly and said with a smile, “Young Master Long’s charm is even more unparalleled in the world. I heard that it has only been a few days since he came to the capital of God, and there are already seven overlords of the world of immortality and two kings of the younger generation bowing down to you. under the pomegranate skirt.”

Feng Feiyun is just a tactful statement, to put it more bluntly, these people have had a relationship with Long Qingyang.

Long Qingyang’s eyelashes were slender, and he gave Feng Feiyun a resentful white look, and said softly: “How can they be so powerful, it’s all those bad people who make trouble!”

The voice is sweet and tender, and anyone who doesn’t know it will definitely regard him as a peerless beauty.

In fact, except that he is not a woman, he is better and more perfect than a woman in any other aspect. Maybe he himself thinks he is a woman.

Feng Feiyun said, “What is the reason for Young Master Long looking for me?”

“Drink a cup of tea first!” Long Qingyang sat on the ground paved with white fox furs, his long skirt was scattered, revealing two white jade legs, slender and slender, with enchanting and charming curves, with a purple sand on his fingers. Cup, gently resisting Feng Feiyun in front of him, a pair of big round eyes staring at Feng Feiyun with a clear wave, and a clean and clean face should rest on Feng Feiyun’s knees.

Feng Feiyun did not move, very calm, took the teacup from his hand, took a sip, aftertaste in his mouth, and said intoxicated: “The most common scented tea, but it is bitter but not astringent, slightly tinged with Slightly sweet, how much skill does it take to brew this flavor?”

Long Qingyang smiled shyly, snatched the teacup from Feng Feiyun’s hand, picked up another teacup, and smiled intelligently and expectantly: “Try this cup again.”

Feng Feiyun took the teacup and drank it directly.

Long Qingyang pursed his lips and said resentfully, “You are just dealing with others.”

“Master Long, what are you doing?” Feng Feiyun didn’t think it was very interesting to see a man acting like a spoiled child in front of you.

“Don’t call me Young Master Long, call me Miss Long.” Long Qingyang stared pitifully at Feng Feiyun.

“…” Feng Feiyun said.

“Okay, okay, I know you still despise others.” Long Qingyang stood up directly, Shi Shiran sat opposite Feng Feiyun, smiling charmingly: “I want to do a business with God King. ”

Finally on to the topic!

“What 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 has left a scroll of edicts, which says who will be enthroned.”

Feng Feiyun was calm and said with a smile: “How did you know this kind of secret?”

“I naturally have my own way.” Long Qingyang leaned gently towards Feng Feiyun, and said softly in Feng Feiyun’s ear: “Do you want to know whose hands this edict is in?”