Chapter 304 Imperial Edict

Pei Ye suddenly felt that he had left the purple bamboo land. The poisonous flames that oppressed his mind disappeared, and the feeling of being unable to distinguish between reality and illusion also disappeared. The mist and purple bamboo disappeared here, and the air outside had never been so relaxed and pleasant.

And here, there are traces of hundreds of people occupying.

Compared with the clean and empty silence in the bamboo forest, these traces are so numerous that it is difficult to describe them one by one - what traces will be left by more than a hundred people living in an open space, this is what it looks like.

But there are also some abnormal things, such as a large number of torn and bloody clothes.

They fixed Pei Ye's eyes at the beginning.

Big and small, men and women, old and young, their owners did not even leave a hair, and all kinds of relics from their lifetime were abandoned here.

There are also some people who are restricted to a fixed area, about 20 or 30 people, who were locked there motionlessly, but it is difficult to say that they are prisoners - judging from the remaining traces, their status is even the highest part.

Pei Ye panted and approached, looking around, and when the familiar fire symbol came into view, he finally understood where this place was.

The place where the evil cult that Zi Huang had mistakenly entered was entrenched. They had been preparing to welcome the arrival of Qiongqi here.

No wonder the Immortal Platform of Shenjing did not find any traces of them after receiving the news. They were originally entrenched in this secret realm, and before leaving, they also took back all traces of the outside world here.

But this is not a place for hiding and throwing. Pei Ye's eyes moved to the middle, where there was a ritual remnant - a tall stone tablet was built on the open ground in the middle, and the side facing the high platform had a round, mirror-like depression, which was quite large and about seven feet long.

I don't know what they did with it, and now it is empty.

But this is not the time to examine this place carefully. The girl is still fighting alone with the son of God on it. The time in her mind cannot be measured by the outside world. Maybe they will decide the winner in the next moment.

Pei Ye turned around and went back on stage, but just as his vision swept over the pile of old clothes again, something suddenly caught his eyes.

A man's silk shirt.

Most of these dirty and scattered clothes were gray shirts and coarse cloth, because the Zhushi Sect kidnapped people in poor places and found the helpless. Moreover, most of them were dirty and muddy, also because they traveled through the firewood and canopy for a long time.

But this piece of cloth was good, large and clean, and it was obviously changed and washed. More importantly, next to it, there was a huge bag thrown there.

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment, then he realized what it was.

Zhang Zijing's relics.

He and Zi Huang accidentally entered here, and after they died, the Zhushi Sect cleaned up the traces outside and threw everything here.

Pei Ye's chest and abdomen were broken at this time, and he stumbled again when he wanted to take a step. He just gasped and pointed with his bleeding finger. The black dragon immediately understood what he meant, swept away, and took the bag over and cut it open.

The Candle World Sect obviously hadn't checked it, and all kinds of things were scattered all over the floor. Among all the big and small things, Pei Ye bit the slender one at a glance.

A two-foot wide scroll of calligraphy and painting.

Pei Ye took it with trembling injured fingers, and blood had already dripped from his chin.

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For the first time, Li Piaoqing took the initiative to enter the state of mind from reality.

Into the trance.

The feeling of falling made her mind, which had been overwhelmed for a long time, feel the pain of tearing again, and when she finally stood here and opened her eyes, her pupils shrank again as if suffocating.

Even though she hadn't used the telepathic candle many times, she knew that such a scene was definitely not what a person's state of mind should look like.

There was nothing that could be called a shape, broken, collapsed, buried, and flying, as if a city built of dead wood was crushed by two big hands, which was the current appearance of this state of mind.

Li Piaoqing was standing on a broken stone slab, and just half a meter away, the street collapsed into a thousand-foot abyss, and thousands of houses and buildings were broken and silent, as if they were born in the underworld.

This should be the projection of Xiangzhou City, but outside the distant city, it is not a thoroughfare, but a vast mountain shadow.

Above the mountain shadow, twelve dragon-like shadows are winding in the sky, like inverted tree roots.

And where they gather, a slender figure overlooks here.

Obviously, it is an unknown distance away, and its size is only slightly larger than hers, but Li Piaoqing can clearly sense the gaze of the pair of golden eyes. So close, so penetrating, as if this ruined city is just a bead in her palm.

Li Piaoqing choked deeply and retracted her gaze.

This is all the entities of this state of mind.

And in the gaps left by these entities, the dark blue and gorgeous liquid filled everything.

From the feet of Li Piaoqing, crawling over the old wall, passing through the broken window jar, spreading to the vast mountain shadows, strange and magnificent like blood, pulsating on the dusty and decayed broken stones and broken trees.

They come from the more distant and empty void.

- Outside this ruined city, there is no longer any entity, only a large, boundless expanse of blue.

Like a sea covered with jellyfish, or like the sky reflected in the water, magnificent, weird, and sticky, surrounding the mountains and cities here.

But this is still not the end of everything. When you look at a more distant and vast place, it is surrounded by darkness.

It seems to be the infinity in the infinity. It is like a curtain, from top to bottom, from left to right, wrapping up this shocking and beautiful mood.

In front of such darkness, the vast mountain shadow is like a particle of dust, and the boundless sea is just a glass of water.

Such deep darkness deeply attracted the girl. She couldn't see clearly what it was. She just felt that her soul seemed to be drifting into it. Since entering the scope of Zizhu, everything that was high, deep, and unreal was difficult to distinguish and disappeared. Don't listen. They all gathered there.

She was obsessed with it for a long time, until suddenly, the sound of quail's head suddenly sounded in her heart, and she woke up with a cold sweat. She found that she had stepped into the blue silence with one foot.

Li Mingqing immediately took back his steps and stopped looking at this indescribable thing. He could clearly feel the erosion of his fragile mind.

She doesn't have much time.

Before her mind could no longer hold on, she had to pierce the poison in Yi Danjun's heart and annihilate everything here.

Since Yi Chengxin is issuing an edict at this time, it means that Yi Danjun's state of mind has not completely collapsed, and the most vulnerable and fatal place must still exist.

If the candle sword is ready, it can lead her there, but the girl can only rely on herself at this time.

Fortunately, Yi Danjun had personally left this weakness on the altar.

"[Edict]: Yi Danjun

[Candle Sword]: Dear.

[Heart Poison]: Love, in the painting pavilion. "

Li Minqing recalled this line of handwriting, so where exactly is "Hua Ge"?

Li Mingqing looked around and saw that everything was decayed and beautiful, and there was no place that had not been corrupted.

The Painting Pavilion is naturally the Linjing Painting Pavilion.

The young man told her this name. He said that this was Dongfang Tian's residence in Xiangzhou City. Later, Yi Danjun built a painting pavilion for him. It was here that the young man killed Mr. Zhang.

But it did not occur to her to ask where it was.

Even now she doesn't know where she is.

After all, this is not Bowang, but a completely unfamiliar city.

Li Mingqing tried to calm down her thoughts. She remembered that Dongfang Tian was not rich and could buy a residence in the city, not in a too prosperous place.

But "painting", especially "painting" by a famous artist like Dongfang Tian, ​​is a threshold for consumption. She also remembered that the young man said that after leaving Linjing Painting Pavilion, he rushed back to Qijiu City.

So it won't be in West City.

Most likely not in Beicheng.

So is it Dongcheng or Nancheng?

Li Minqing was thinking quickly as she shuttled between the dangerous ruins, identifying the surrounding ruins and trying to find any clues of support.

Suddenly her eyes narrowed and she stopped on a crossbar.

Half of the plaque was submerged in the deep blue, with only a faded word at the end still visible.

tower.

Just this one word, but this one word is enough. After the girl came to Xiangzhou, she immediately confirmed the location of the government office and the Immortal Terrace. This handwriting existed in her memory.

So this is Nancheng.

Li Mingqing immediately recalled a dialogue in Yi Danjun's letter to Xiangtian - "I don't want to be close to him, so I am looking for this place to settle down."

This sentence comes from the mouth of Dongfang Tian. The "he" in the sentence is Dongfang Tian's estranged father. The "County Chronicle" said that he was a military academy officer. Li Mingqing later checked and found out that he was actually "Xuanjie Colonel" ", this is a casual official and has no military position.

According to her experience in traveling among powerful people over the past year, such people who have official positions but no positions, and are dedicated to progress, mostly work in the government offices, seeking friendships, as a way to advance into the world.

And the Xiangzhou government office is at the edge of the Immortal Terrace.

Therefore, Dongfang Tian's residence is in Dongcheng, but the land price in Dongcheng is the most expensive. I am afraid that Dongfang Tian can only find a remote and quiet place - which is exactly his preference.

Li Mingqing suddenly understood, took a deep breath, and left the place.

The withered ruins demonic liquid was rosy blue and pitch-black, and Li Mingqing gritted his teeth while bearing the heavy pressure. Not to mention the constant high pressure and the abyss he fell into without paying attention, the thing that made the girl frown the most was In this state of mind, east, west, north, and south were not clear at all. She had to control her direction based on what she saw at all times, and many times, she didn't know whether her last choice was correct.

Silently moving forward amidst such a deep and beautiful collapse, the heavy darkness on the horizon seemed to be pressing down continuously. Li Mingqing had wondered several times whether he had really gone the wrong way, or whether he had already gone astray at some point. ——Because no matter where you go, you will still see the same depressing scene of the underworld.

But she had no way to deduce or confirm, so she could only purse her lips and continue moving forward, believing that she was still on the right path.

The suppressed poison in her heart had begun to surge, gradually pushing her to her limit.

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Under the high platform.

Pei Ye unfolded the scroll.

He finally saw this "immortal painting" that Zizhuang and Zhang Zijing had been obsessed with for several years and devoted themselves to Xin Cang.

Pei Ye remembered the corner that Zi Huang had shown him.

——A slanted dragon shadow slanted down from the sky, its head, claws and tail did not appear in the painting. Its whole body is covered with smooth and fine scales, and it is round and slender, with no distinction between up, down, left and right shapes. Two very thin and long blue lines stretched irregularly on this body. In the lower half of the scroll, there is a section of mountain shadows, clouds, tall trees, green birds, green underworld, etc., filling the remaining space.

Now this picture has settled on the upper right side of the scroll in hand.

Pei Ye slowly moved his eyes, and saw the most mysterious and magnificent picture in his life, which was truly heart-stirring.

The shadows of the mountains, the clouds and the tall trees, etc. are definitely not painted based on the background objects - every flying bird is definitely a most wonderful masterpiece.

But such a magnificent brush that does not avoid complexity piles up thousands of masterpieces into a mountain scene, but only occupies two parts of the lower edge of this picture.

In the middle of the picture, there is a brushstroke that is like a fairy.

Because the lofty mountains are so impressive, and because the mountain scenery on the edge is too real and delicate, the vastness in the middle reveals such a force that squeezes people's hearts.

It is just the shadow of the dragon that stretches down from the sky.

But it is even bigger than the mountains on both sides, almost like a python pressing on an anthill - but it is not a dragon.

When this scroll was completely presented in front of him, Pei Ye realized that it was not that the upper right corner did not include the head, claws and tail, but that this slender body did not have these three things.

It is far longer than the proportion of a dragon, and looks like a woman's hair from a distance - just like the tentacles of the Son of God.

Pei Ye didn't know what it was. Even for the tentacles of octopuses, it was too slender.

It extended to the top of the painting, where a dark and majestic shape was suffocatingly revealed a corner. Pei Ye couldn't see what it was, but he saw that the long touch that penetrated the sky and the earth seemed to grow there.

He looked at it quietly for a while, exhaled lightly, and moved his eyes to the lower edge of the painting.

There was only a deep black below.

This painting was still incomplete. I don't know if Xifang Tianzhi's ordinary brush couldn't describe it, or it was not fully revealed to him. In short, the scenery under the long touch and between the Cangshan Mountains seemed to be obscured by something, and it didn't reveal its appearance to the viewer.

And above this layer of shadow, Pei Ye finally saw the center of the painting.

It was a tiny human figure, standing on a high platform, stretching his palm high to receive the long touch falling from the sky.

And a little higher up, an abrupt and regular circular blank appeared there again. The thin blue lines on the dragon's whiskers originated from here, and they became denser as they got closer.

Pei Ye's eyes stayed on the back for a long time, and he gently put away the scroll.

"This should be the 'Edict Map'. Where will its original copy be?" Hei Chi whispered.

". I don't know." Pei Ye answered in a low voice. He suddenly gritted his teeth and strode up the steps of the high platform, leaving a messy winding blood.

"I know what it is afraid of." He panted, looking up at Liuli who was struggling to break free from the lock, "Can you tell Piaoqing to hold on, I will go to help her immediately."

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In Yi Danjun's state of mind.

Li Piaoqing was really about to run out of energy, and she had known that she should withdraw.

The pressure on her mind had long exceeded her limit, but she knew clearly that she was now the only hope for everyone's survival.

She must find Yi Danjun's heart poison, ignite it, and completely erase this state of mind.

She was originally prepared to face the Son of God alone, and now she was just pushing forward the original plan.

She continued to support herself with her will and her head, staggering forward in a dangerous state of mind, and nearly fell into the abyss several times.

Finally, after gritting her teeth and persevering again, a different light in her vision made the girl suddenly stop.

A little warm orange light.

She suddenly relaxed her tense body, took a breath, cleared her eyes again, and swept over there.

Finally, she stepped on a real, solid ground.

She raised her head and looked at the small building in front of her.

This is the only normal and complete thing in this state of mind. On this land, the climate is just entering a warm spring night. The candles are lit, the warm wind blows, and the grass sprouts from the cracks in the stone slabs.

The orange candlelight in the building is reflected on the window.

The woman's vicious heart is the last intact place in her state of mind.

Li Piaoqing raised her eyes and glanced at the plaque above her head. The four elegant characters "Linjing Huage" are exactly the same as the inscriptions on the old Western paintings.

She took a deep breath, stretched out her arm and pushed open the door.