Fu Canglu

Chapter 609
The majestic land of wind and snow is as white as a knife, and the silver city is dead and silent.

Wisps of lacquer light hang down from the sky.

Some people say that the extreme north is the place closest to the sky.

This kind of lacquer light almost enveloped the entire Silver City, turning the northernmost holy place in the world into an eternal night.

The Lord of Yincheng has never left the city, so the entire city is in an extremely quiet and locked state, and the small world of Yincheng in Yingyue Little Demon Realm is also extremely quiet.

Luoyang, the great Wei, had discovered the anomaly a long time ago. When fighting against Jiang Qingyi, the vassal of Xiguan, the temple of Senluodao continued to investigate this black light that appeared everywhere in the world. It was almost as efficient as Tianque, almost at the same time. Pass the first-hand information to the Luoyang Palace.

The men of the Cao family attached great importance to the news of the "black light".

So a young man walked out of Luoyang, all the way to the north, crossed the Yaobei Pass, and then passed Beiyuan, and came to this extremely northern Yincheng.

Chen Wanjuan stood in the silver city shrouded in eternal night, his face was hard to calm down. He took a deep breath of the cold and snowy air of the Northland, his mind was in chaos, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Not because the body is cold.

There was indeed a coldness that surged up his spine and then passed into his brain, like a bayonet, making him tremble slightly uncontrollably.

The black light that appeared in the Northern Wei Dynasty, the thickest one, was no more than the size of a child's arm, and it was already extremely frightening.

This kind of black light exists in every city and every place, and it cannot be completely eliminated. It looks like a demon opened its huge mouth in the dome, and a trace of sin leaked out from its throat, covering up the most beautiful light in the world .

Chen Wanjuan leaned on a simple scabbard, his clothes bulging, and walked step by step towards the eternal night. The snow paved the surface, and he lifted his green robe. The closer he was to the darkness, the more shocked he felt in his heart .

This kind of lacquer light gathered in the Northland is dozens, hundreds of times, or even more than that of Da Wei!
Is this what Eternal Night looks like?

Chen Wanjuan suddenly felt extremely bitter in his heart. He came to the city, and there was still a part of the outline of the city, which looked silvery and noble in the wind and snow. One of the oldest holy places in the world, nine out of ten have been swallowed up by the eternal night.

Chen Wanjuan gently stretched out a finger, trying to put it on the huge silver city gate.

He hesitated for a long time.

The fingertips of the fingers are trembling all the time. Any ordinary person in the world will have this experience when standing in front of a real miracle or a real hell.

There is still a little distance between the fingertips and the ancient silver gate.

During Chen Wanjuan's hesitation, this young Confucian scholar in the Northern Wei Dynasty thought about many things.

He thought of the gift of Taixu flowing in his bones, a great gift given to him by the city lord. When Tunyi Gorge was used, the sea of ​​souls was like a snowstorm, and it seemed like a long night was coming.

This is how I feel at this moment. I have a firm mind, but I can't light a bright lamp in the lake of my heart. I can only flicker on and off, drifting with the tide.

He thought of the peony letter in Luoyang City, the babbling opera, the long and beautiful childhood, the peony flowers blooming in the courtyard, and the ignorant and pitiful and lovely girl's face.
The corners of the lips are slightly raised.

Then came a touch of bitterness.

The wait for the invitation to Beiguan, the refusal of Luoyang City, the indifference of Tunyi Gorge, all the way, he waited for so long, and finally got the news that Wei Lingshan attended Xiao Buyi's wedding with Yi Xiao in Lanling City .

The water surface in the heart lake, which was originally frozen by frost, slightly exploded a crack.

Then the wind and snow blew up, and after the lake of heart split open, the chest of this Confucianist inheritor felt a heart-rending pain.

Chen Wanjuan closed his eyes, covered his heart, took a deep breath with difficulty, pushed open the gate of Yincheng, and fell into the night.

He fell into the eternal night and bumped into a white robe. Under the wide silver robe, there seemed to be a tall but not burly body. The body under the silver robe was extremely slim, with an exquisite waist. The wind and snow were blowing, the big robe fluttered forward, but the whole person was holding Chen Wanjuan's cheek, like a flickering candle, and gently swept backwards, with both feet gliding on the ground, until it reached a wide open space. He sat back on the seat, and the moment his body touched the huge throne, it turned into scattered wind and snow and evacuated abruptly.

Chen Wanjuan fell forward, resting his hands on the throne.

"sit."

There was a cool and graceful female voice that sounded not far behind him, like the poison in the world, captivating.

Chen Wanjuan closed his eyes and sat tremblingly on the throne.

He didn't dare to meet the man's eyes.

Opposite Chen Wanjuan, under the silver robe, was a woman sitting on the throne, with one hand on her cheek, completely shattering the original mask, completely reborn, changing her appearance, the wind and snow in front of her Turning erratically, even if Chen Wanjuan opened his eyes, it was impossible to see her face clearly.

"Emperor Wei sent you here?"

The woman's cool voice sounded again.

Chen Wanjuan struggled to regain his breath and nodded.

There was silence.

The woman's voice could not be rejected, "Open your eyes."

Chen Wanjuan frowned.

He suddenly remembered that Yincheng had already been swallowed by Yong Ye, even if he opened his eyes, he probably wouldn't see much.

So he slowly opened his eyes.

Total darkness.

All sounds are silent.

The wind and snow were swaying, and the woman said softly: "I don't like this place, because I have been here for a long time because of this darkness."

"But I dare not leave the Northland. The Sword Sect of the Holy Island has 'karma' in hand, and he can kill me with a single blow."

This was the first time Chen Wanjuan heard this woman's deep and resentful voice.

"If your great Wei can kill him with one hundred thousand armors, I can walk out of Yincheng."

After a slight silence.

The woman sneered and said: "But you can't do it, even if the Cao family man is willing to pay such a high price to kill Jian Zongming, Shengdao will not sit idly by."

Chen Wanjuan pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "Wei has many enemies, not only Jian Zongming, but also Qiliang, Xiguan, and the Western Regions, not to mention, we have no intention of being an enemy of Shengdao."

The woman smiled softly, and let out a nonchalant sigh.

"Then what are you here for?"

Chen Wanjuan bit his lower lip. This action was his habit when he was cautious. He narrowed his eyes, closed his sleeve robe, took his finger, and lightly pointed to the top of his head.

Total darkness.

It was pitch black.

The woman sitting on the throne said indifferently: "You know where I come from."

Chen Wanjuan nodded seriously.

"Da Wei, I just want to confirm this matter."

The woman sneered, and she said, "Yes. Just as you think."

The Lord of Yincheng raised her hand in disgust, trying to disperse the lacquer light. With her cultivation, she tore apart inch after inch of light in the turbulent wind and snow, but under the crowded package of countless eternal nights, Darkness returned in an instant.

"I am very familiar with these black lights. I managed to escape from the gate of hell."

The woman raised her eyebrows, allowing the darkness to surround herself again, gathering on the ground like a tide, forming frost.

"They'll be back soon."

"Maybe one by one. When they confirm the safety of the world, Eternal Night will recover. They will walk in the darkness and bring the darkness to more people. Every time they pull one person into the darkness, they will live longer , has always been like this. For the sake of eternal life, everyone is willing to fall into perdition, since they have entered the gate of hell, how can they care what the world will become?"

The woman smiled.

She pointed to the side of her head, the wind and frost on her fingertips condensed, flashed twice, and turned into a sad white butterfly, resting on her fingertips and swaying.

"The owner of this body gave me some humanity."

"I don't like my previous self, I haven't seen the light, and I'm too greedy, so I don't like the 'people' there either."

"If possible, I certainly hope that there is only me in the world."

The woman smiled, and said with some regret: "But I can't stop this, no one can stop it. Chen Wanjuan, not only Wei, but also Qiliang, Xiguan, Dongguan, there is no place where he can escape."

Chen Wanjuan did not speak.

He asked in a low voice, "How long will it be?"

The woman was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "How long will it take, a few years? Ten years? Decades? Never mind, no one can stop it, it will definitely come."

The Confucian scholar stopped talking.

Quietly, he kept his hands folded on his knees.

Chen Wanjuan lowered his head, lost in thought.

He suddenly raised his head and asked, "So, what about the previous promise?"

The woman sat lazily, looking left and right, playing with the ice and snow butterfly on her fingertips. She didn't expect the young man after the silence to ask this question.

"You don't care about the death of Wei?"

no answer.

In the dead silence, she suddenly caught a glimpse of this man's face in pain and anticipation, with blazing flames hidden in his eyes, polite and restrained.

She knew that when the eternal night came, some people would squat on the ground and cry, some would pick up a spear and pierce the darkness, some would angrily denounce the darkness, some would close their eyes and choose to turn a blind eye, some would fight thousands of miles to restore the light, Some people still light lamps and study hard day and night.

There is no priority, only one person cares.

So in addition to these people, there must be those who lie on the bed and sleep soundly, some who stare at the poor people, burn, kill and loot, and some who flatter their knees to survive.

Some people live in this world for the righteousness of their family and country, and for the common people in the world.

Some live for themselves, some live for others.

Some people are obsessed and unwilling to give up, no matter whether it is eternal night or the Civil War, no matter what consequences his actions will lead to.
If there really was a demon coming from the darkness and willing to help him realize his long-cherished wish, he would definitely be willing to sell his soul.

Family, country and world are not unimportant.

But not important enough.

Chen Wanjuan asked earnestly, "You promised me."

The woman smiled and said, "Okay, if Jian Zongming dies, I will help you."

She could clearly see the young man's fists clenched tightly, his veins exposed, and he tried hard to restrain himself. In the end, he squeezed the armrest with both hands, and forced himself on the throne.

Chen Wanjuan wanted to say something, but found that what he wanted to say at this moment was pale and powerless.

suddenly.

The Lord of Yincheng seemed to have seen a ghost in his eyes.

Next to Chen Wanjuan's sleeve, there was a dark light that spontaneously ignited without wind.

Even he himself was stunned.

In the eternal night shrouded in wind and snow, the first ray of light ignited for no reason, followed by the second ray, and the third ray.

The long night is long, with only the sword as a companion, the sword energy cuts through the darkness and snow, and disperses the eternal night with a bang!

There was a clear sword cry.

From the Silver City of the North, a white light shot out, like a star in the sun, revealing its murderous aura.

The Lord of Yincheng jumped up from his seat suddenly, looked at the lacquer light above his head, and was strangled inch by inch by the sword energy. The lacquer light self-immolated at the same time within a radius of ten miles or a hundred miles. The ice and snow butterfly withered together with the lacquer light, shattered and turned into ashes.

There is only one person in this world who can do it.

The Lord of Yincheng was so shocked that he fell back to his seat, his whole body drenched in sweat.

She murmured: "This is, one person. Suppressing robbery?"

(End of this chapter)