Rolls of smoke licked the sky, and the leafy corners of the trees below curled up at the edges, reeking of blight.
The sound coming from among the sky-high trees was like cicadas drumming their bellies, followed by the sound of trees being felled and the angry roar of ancient beasts, and farther away, dragons with wing membranes flew up into the sky, circling like eagles.
Shao Xiaoli looked at the ancient dragons that surrounded his body, and chills ran down his back.
She had just stood in the Divine Painting Building, but in just an instant, the historical picture of the Divine Painting Building unfolded and wrapped her in.
Pristine forest ahead, waves churning in the back, a river rushing by.
That appears to be the Loch.
She gripped her sword and appeared somewhat out of place in a clean pear-colored dress.
He looked at the converging dragons and the black Daemons that continued to pour in from the distance, the human strongholds were wrap
The time in the Divine Painting Building rewinds back to four thousand years ago.It was the era when the Six Gods of the Taichu had just descended upon the Mother Star, and the Dark Lord had not yet arrived from the Dead Star Region to cover the sky, and the humans and demons were facing the native ancient gods on this nascent star, eating their blood, and surviving in the cracks.But this seems like a start for civilization.Situated on the stump of a tree, with the newly built wooden house behind her, Simi rested her hands against the edge of the stump and looked up at the sky, her long, light-colored hair falling to the ground in coils and piles, tainted with the fresh scent of grass and trees.Birds chirping in the branches, the white clouds also in the sky scroll flow, the breeze on the face, the Secretary will always think of the Yu Wat Peak in the boat across a thousand peaks of the night, suddenly out of mind.If you dwell on this beauty, it se
Before the age of sixteen, Ke Manzhou would always sit in the long corridor of the courtyard, hugging his sword and watching the rain pounding on the banana leaves, sometimes able to be lost in thought for a whole day.His elder brothers and sisters then practiced their swords in the courtyard, and the old master walked through them, occasionally correcting their tendons and instructing them in the art of swordsmanship; the old master was very much in the mold of a high person, and while he walked with small steps, he always gave off a majestic aura.Ke Manzhou just quietly watched them without saying a word, most people would forget about this teenager, the banana leaves dripping with rainwater in front of the court were more striking than him.The sound of the rain was loud, the fallen lacquer pillars were plastered with paper talismans, and the disciples dispersed one after another when the brass bells were rung.They walked past Ke asked Zhou and occasion
In the early autumn, the big clock in the imperial city struck three times. Meanwhile, it started to drizzle with coldness.Shortly before dusk, as one side of the gate of the imperial city opened silently, two rows of paper umbrellas and reddish lanterns slowly moved through the gate.The leading middle-aged man, wearing an official suit and an official hat, walked through the gate and then slightly stopped. With a solemn expression, he gazed at the road veiled by the mist and the rain amidst the walled-in compounds.“Mr. Ning, please go inside.”Mr. Ning was a Taoist priest named Ning Qinshui, who was more than 70 years old with gray hair, still wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist topknot decently.Behind the old Taoist priest were a young man and a young girl dressed in the Taoist suit.The young man was 15 or 16 years old while the girl was a bit younger, both of whom were slim and pretty. They both low
At midnight, the bright moon was high in the sky, the gate of Xiongzheng Palace was closed. The floor palace lanterns inside the palace were all lit, illuminating the interior furnishings brightly with the red candlelight.Ning Qinshui stood at the gate and frowned.The usher was still the Song Ce whom they met in the daytime. Song Ce explained, “This is General Wang Yangyu’s main hall. Since he perished abruptly three days ago, the hall has been locked. However, late every night, the candles in the hall will burn themselves. Meanwhile, an old voice will come from inside vaguely once in a while.”Ning Qinshui frowned and asked, “What voice?”Song Ce replied, “It was too vague to be clearly heard, but according to the palace maids, it was General Wang’s voice.”Ning Qinshui asked again, “Where is General Wang’s body?”Song Ce seemed to recall something. Subconsciously, he clenched his fists and sighed, “Bur
His eyes were crystal and extremely light.They looked like the mists at both ends of the fall and also the drifting sparks on a midwinter night.He looked sideways and frowned when he looked at the crazy walking corpse and the unconscious girl.Then he stretched out his finger and pointed at the fierce walking corpse with uncertainty.The candlelight gradually faded away, and the hall was silent.After a while, the young man stood up. Looking at the rotten flesh torn apart on the ground, he made his judgment, “So weak.”Then he looked at the dying girl and frowned. Memories just flashed through his mind. He only felt some pain in his head and seemed to be watching a difficult puzzle. Then he raised his index finger and pointed amidst her eyebrows.That finger was still a bit bloody and dirty, but it didn’t tremble at all....The autumn breeze approached; the moon ro
It was a quiet night. The light was slightly bright. Ning Changjiu stared at her blankly and his faint eyes appeared nearly transparent.He had a moment of confusion.Very quickly, he restored himself to peace, just like the twinkling flame between the sleeves of the blue shirt, which appeared and vanished in an instant.“Have a good rest and don’t think too much,” he said. “I am your fellow disciple, always and forever.”Ning Xiaoling looked at him in fear.Ning Changjiu looked at her face. The girl moved backward subconsciously and touched the wall. Instantly, she shivered.In a chaotic mind, Ning Changjiu turned around and left. The light went out then. Ning Xiaoling curled up in the corner and looked at the dark ahead of her in horror. She seemed to have run out of her courage. She slumped on the bed, holding her face in her hands. Tears overflowed between her pale and dry fingers.Bang.
The Jiuling Tower was as tall as a hill, with thousands of stone steps winding upwards. At the top of it, a copper statue of a colossal bird flying could be vaguely seen.That was the place where the imperial family of the state of Zhao held the memorial ceremony as well as the shrine for the annual great sacrifice to heaven.The bottom of the Jiuling Tower was surrounded by eight huge copper furnaces, one of which had already got flames in it. The turbulent flames were spurting heat waves with sparks scattered around.Even if Ning Qinshui’s corpse was covered with a sheet of white cloth, the rotten flesh and decayed bones could still be seen.Song Ce glanced at the young man and the young girl behind him. The young girl frowned, which indicated that she must feel extremely painful; the young man who dared to talk wildly just now must drop the absurd thought when he saw the scene.However, after carefully observing Nin
“Her Highness?”After a short silence, a hubbub of voices arose.“When did she come back?”“How can I know it? Not a clue at all!”“Can’t believe...she is still alive.”Song Ce heaved a sigh with his hands in his sleeves constantly trembling. His fear and anxiety couldn’t be concealed anymore.Ning Xiaoling was stunned for a while and then suddenly said, “Could it be her?”Ning Changjiu asked, “Who?”Ning Xiaoling immediately explained, “According to the legend, in the imperial palace, when it comes to ‘Highness’, everyone will not think of the crown prince, a prince or princess but...the foster daughter of a goddess.”Ning Changjiu became even more puzzled. “A foster daughter?”Ning Xiaoling nodded. “Legend has it that more than ten years ago, on the way back from the war, the late emperor met a fairy-like woman on the tower. He took this woman back to t