divine punishment

Chapter 18 Xihe Sword

"The life of the artifact seems to be trapped in a gray tomb forever, and no matter how many owners there are, they can't fill the void of the grave." Wang Shu muttered, "If one day, Xuelian can dream full of Mingyang real people, he will completely get rid of the fate of the artifact."

Listening to its words, Jiang Chen also began to doubt it. The gorgeous deform of Mingyang is indeed perfect. Then the real person in Mingyang should be...

"Hix and Sword!" Wang Shu shouted with one voice.

After staying for a long time, Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly appeared in his mind: "Only those who know everything deeply can jump out of the limitations of "my little me."

The two words "everything" spit out like a strange spell from his lips and teeth.

Jiang Chen was shocked and almost jumped up. Wang Shu's speculation may be true!

Mingyang real person is an artifact and sword, which is most in line with the interests of the opposite!

Unable to incarnate an artifact, experience its way to put it under the door and teach research. That's what the reverse thinks.

Mingyang real person is an experiment!

Dreams have two colors since then.

That's a shell.

But it was just a sword light in a trance in front of Jiang Chen, with three points of loneliness and one point of thinness.

And no one can see the hidden four points.

"The experience of the transformation of Mingyang must be very cruel. I hope you can't stand it." Jiang Chen couldn't help sighing, "The rebellion is also fierce enough. He really abandoned everything to beg for help."

This is the almost cold wisdom unique to the superiors. Jiang Chen thought silently, and his heart suddenly jumped, thinking of a place that Yuntian might go!

Jiang Chen came out of a carp-shaped gadget from his arms. Its body covered with golden stripes was as stiff as death, his eyes were closed, and his abdomen was empty. It was a unique messenger spirit on Yunfu Island.

When Tian Xing left, it was specially handed over to Jiang Chen for contact.

Jiang Chen found a pen and paper, hurriedly wrote a paragraph and stuffed it into the fish's mouth. The twin sleeping fish suddenly opened his eyes, swallowed the letterhead, shook his head and tail in the palm of his hand, and jumped alive. After a fragrant effort, the fish's mouth slowly spit out a roll of paper, and the twin fish closed their eyes and fell asleep again.

The content of Tian Xing's reply was expected by Jiang Chen. He burned the note casually and walked out of the room. Tian Xing immediately left Jinyan City, which meant that he lost strong support in the battle with Mingyang Zhenren.

However, Jiang Chen should try his best to delay the real people in Mingyang and strive for precious time for Yunfu Island.

Jiang Chen meditated and walked to He Hua's boudoir.

At this time, it was already dawn, but it was still a little gray and the rising sun could not be seen. A few shades of purple morning glow faintly appeared in the sky, light like smoke, and the color was so thin that it would dissipate as soon as the wind blew.

If He Hua resolutely refuses to tell the truth, will Jiang Chen really torture him? He asked himself. Since when was he trampled on by others and began to learn to step on others?

"Miss He, I'm in." After waiting outside the door for a while, Jiang Chen opened the door and couldn't help but be stunned.

There is a red and bright area in the boudoir, and the lanterns hanging high in front of the window. Two huge dragon and phoenix-painted golden and red candles are burning on the vermilion desk. On the table and several stools are covered with glittering gold and red brocade, the pink haze veil is half-hanging toothed soul, and the mandarin ducks on the soul are like a cluster of shocking flames, reflecting a pair of necks. The mandarin ducks are bright and bright, like burning in a fire.

He Huafeng Guanxia, alone in front of the case, looked at the bride in the bronze mirror.

"Miss He, are you going to do it one by one?" Jiang Chen frowned and felt a trace of uneasyness in his heart.

"Can't you see the clever Mr. Jiang? I'm getting married." He Hua's eyes on Jiang Chen were complicated and difficult to understand, and there seemed to be a color that had been precipitated for a long time, and slowly penetrated out.

"Oh? Jiang congratulated the girl first. I don't know which lucky man can win the favor of Miss He. Jiang Chen felt more and more inappropriate and paid attention to the change of her look. "How is the girl thinking about the ASEAN? Jiang Chen is willing to give the girl a rich dowry." Is it a bride price for my concubine?" He Hua smiled and curled up her bun in the mirror. "The person I want to marry happens to be Mr. Jiang." Jiang Chen's body was shocked and shouted in a low voice, "Are you joking? Miss He, we don't have time to fool around with you!" The sound of drinking made the candle sway. Jiang Chen's mind turned around. Did she see through her own bottom?

"But this is my condition."

"It is absolutely impossible! What the hell are you playing? He Hua, don't force us to be rude to you!" Jiang Chen said softly and hard, "You are just a chess piece of the ASEAN. Are you willing to be used? Don't you want to be the old daughter? Let's change the terms. I can promise you for Yunfu Island." But this is my condition."

"Why me?" Jiang Chen shook his head guardily, "You must be confused."

"That year, I should get married. You know that. You also know who the groom should be. He Hua stared at Jiang Chen in the mirror, was infatuated, and smiled for a long time, "I've been waiting for so long, Mr. Jiang."

"So it is." Jiang Chen looked at her in the mirror, stayed for a long time, and said, "Long time no see, Miss He."

"It's five years, eleven months and nine days." He Hua carefully pasted the cinnabar decoration on her forehead and gently pressed it, "Son Jiang, Mr. Jiang Chen, have you forgotten it for a long time?" Jiang Chen was speechless and sad. Those dazzling reds burned his eyes silently.

But it doesn't matter, really.

As long as I remember, it doesn't matter." He Hua muttered.

"Has it been so long?" Jiang Chen's mouth was sour.

"That year, you should have married me." He Hua bit her lip and said, "Have I waited now, Jiang Lang? Did you come into my bridal chamber and marry me?" That year." Jiang Chen's heart softened and he couldn't say a heavy word.

That year, the osmanthus flowers on the fragrant river were shining and blooming brightly.

Is the new house beautifully decorated? I don't know what to do, but I just want to do it myself.

I embroidered the mandarin ducks on the brocade quilt with my own hands all night. He Hua flaunted her slender fingers to Jiang Chen like a child.

Open fingers are like blooming petals.

That year, the girl riding on Qingluan's back waved a whip and won full of applause.

Jiang Chen fell into a deeper and longer silence.

"Hey, don't stand stupidly and plug in the hairpin for me, okay?" She said softly.

"I didn't expect you to recognize me." Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment and picked up the cold and slender golden hairpin as if it was as heavy as a thousand.

"The night you first arrived at Yichun Building, I knew it was you. Qiu Xuan also asked me to come to you. Otherwise, how can I see you again? He Hua turned his head slightly and stared at the hairpin slowly inserted into the bun and smiled like a flower blooming.

The simplicity of that year, the beauty of that year, the beauty of that year, blooming like a flower.

"You can still recognize me when I become such a ghost." Jiang Chen just smiled bitterly and didn't know what it was like in his heart.

It turns out that she has not changed, but herself.

"You are used to walking with your right leg first. When you smile, the corners of your mouth are slightly raised to the left. When you are meditating, you will frown and raise your eyebrows slightly when you are angry..." He Hua closed her eyes gently and sighed like a dream.

"You don't understand." Her sigh was light and heavy, "If I hadn't been thinking about you, I wouldn't have been thinking about a person in five years, 11 months and nine days."

"At that time, I didn't know it would be so difficult to live."

"So thinking about you, you can stick to that day, another day, and then another day. Hold on, hold on with humiliation, and hold on weakly and stubbornly." Later, I didn't know what I was sticking to. I don't even know whether I love you or not.

"But whether it is love or not, whether that kind of love is comparable to that girl Li, I can live for you, die for you, cry for you and laugh well." Her tears slowly slid down her cheeks like hot candle tears.

"Stop talking!" Jiang Chen was confused and took a deep breath, "Miss He, I'm no longer Jiang Chen of that year. Let's just think we've never seen it, and I will never force you again. I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."

"No, no! Jiang Lang!" She screamed and grabbed Jiang Chen's cuffs, and the blue veins of her jade hands were exposed, just like a drowning man grasping the last straw.

"Look at me again and watch it for a while, okay? Just a while." She raised her tearful face and begged bitterly.

"I'm sorry, Miss He. I'm very grateful, but" Jiang Chen pulled off his sleeves little by little and resolutely walked out.

"Don't go! I'm useful to you, Jiang Lang, I'm really useful!" She shouted incoherently, picked up the eyebrow pencil in a panic, and wrote on the red pen on the desk.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at her blankly, not knowing whether to leave or stay. But after a while, he stared in horror.

The thin and light gray floated down from the tail of her skirt, and then her embroidered shoes became empty, her big red suit became empty, and her exposed wrists gradually turned into thin and light dust, dissipating.

Several cases of eyebrow pencils fell.

"What did you do? Miss He, don't do anything stupid!" Jiang Chen hissed and rushed forward.

"Finally, it's written. Write everything you want, although not much. She smiled at Jiang Chen, her cheeks pale and almost transparent, but with an amazing blush.

"Do you like it? You said you only like useful things. Is it useful now? Her voice became lower and lower: "They thought that no one was willing to pay the price of their lives and say such a little thing. But they were wrong. I persisted for so long..." "So long, Jiang Lang, I married you." She tried to smile at Jiang Chen, and her smile turned into a fine ashes and floated quietly.

The gorgeous bride's auspicious clothes fell like a cloud, sadly. The clouds turned out to be very light. As soon as the wind blows, it will dissipate.

The red paper was also taken down by the bead-inlaid phoenix crown and floated leisurely. The last few lines of the paper were so messy that they could hardly be distinguished: "I was born like a flower on a stranger, and the wind rose.

If you are willing to take care of it, falling mud is better than makeup.

The thin red pen is so heavy that Jiang Chen can't afford it.

Jiang Chen bent down stiffly, picked up the bride's lucky dress with body temperature, and subconsciously pinched it. It was empty and could not touch any flesh and blood.

He Hua is dead. The woman who had just been alive and smiling and sobbing disappeared, and Jiang Chen didn't have time to believe it.

Jiang Chen looked around blankly, the red pen was like fire, the carved sorghum was like fire, and the phoenix crown was like fire, which made Jiang Chen stagger back, retreating all the time, and sitting stubbornly.

He Hua should have been banned by ASEAN. When she wrote down what she knew, the ban automatically broke out and killed her.

She also knew that there would be such a result, so my hand shook and stroked the quilt.

The brocade surface of ice silk is very soft and slippery, and the mandarin duck is bathed in blood-like red.

That needle, that line, the girl of that year wiped her tears angrily and shouted at me, "Wait" I will definitely marry you!"

Jiang Chen sat silently, guarding this sad bridal chamber and guarding a small worm shell in the war-tighty Dongzhou. The sky outside the window became brighter and drowsy, as if the curtain of the wedding banquet was slowly falling.

"She was forced to die by me."

"She was killed by the Holy Land of the Arctic, ASEAN and this cruel world."

"She has never changed."

"She has always been unable to change."

"Because I cut off her last insistence."

"Because she can't hold on anymore."

"If you didn't meet me..."

"If the world is up to me..."

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Chen slowly stood up, picked up the red pen, read it word by word, and finally burned the candle. Two shortened dragon and phoenix candles hung with red tears and burned in full swing. No matter how long they persist, they will eventually go out.

Jiang Chen flattened the bride's auspicious clothes, carefully spread it on the brocade quilt, hesitated, took off his coat and put it side by side with the bride's auspicious clothes.

Jiang Chen stared for a long time, then put down the veil and picked up the red candle.

"Miss He, this is not the result I want."

Jiang Chen raised the red candle high, and the swaying candle flamed with the floating wedding account.

Jiang Chen is really sorry.

The flame swallowed, the record burned, the red flame flowed everywhere, and the small mandarin duck rolled in the heat wave.

But this will not hinder Jiang Chen's determination in the future.

Jiang Chen threw away the red candle and walked out of the boudoir. After abandonment, a blazing flame rose and sparked all over the sky.

He will stick to it.

Jiang Chen walked down the stairs step by step and walked out of the Yichun Tower in the sea of fire without looking back. The crowd was screaming, and the sorghum pillar was burning. Although he doesn't know whether what he insists on is right or wrong, he will still marry.

Because there is no straw in the world, it is more trustworthy than the drowning person's own hands and feet.

The night is like tide, and the long streets are colorful. Jiang Chen's pupils suddenly contracted and looked at the tall buildings at the end of the street.

Where the lights were bright, the man leaned against the red column, held the lute in his arms, and took away all the lights.

Mingyang Zhenren!

Jiang Chen's perception clearly told himself that at the previous moment, there was no one on the high building. But at the moment he walked on the street, Mingyang appeared strangely, and the opportunity was mysterious, as if his footsteps had brought him out.

It's coming and lingering.

This is a unique spiritual induction in the realm of Dacheng. At present, Jiang Chen can only look at the ocean and sigh.

This can be regarded as a real person in Mingyang skillfully giving him a dismay, but although he was not surprised, he calmed down, his whole body's spirit flowed, and his complex and sad emotions were forgotten in an instant. The noisy Jinyan City suddenly disappeared, and there was only the lonely and beautiful figure in the vast vision.

Mingyang Zhenren's eyes also turned to Jiang Chen at the same moment, as if he had already calculated the direction of his eyes and was prepared to meet him.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but have the illusion that he knows everything about himself.

Is this the second time to get off?

The eyes of both sides locked each other in an eye. It was a distant attack, but it did not burst out as invisible sword shadow as Jiang Chen expected. On the contrary, it made him feel as if a punch was in the air, weak.

"Brother Jianglong?" Although dozens of feet away, the voice of the real person in Mingyang is still as clear as if it were ringing in his ears, not angry or slow.

"Which green onion are you?" Jiang Chen's lips moved silently, and he also tilted his eyelids. Counting the time, Xiaoyou may have given him the tiger charm. As for the talks with ASEAN, he doesn't think there will be any substantive results. The current situation is unclear, and smart ambitious people will not easily bet heavily.

"I'm Mingyang, why don't Brother Jiang Long come to talk about it and let me cook tea and treat guests?"

"It's cold at height, and it's easy to have accidents. What's more, the head of the Lingyin School cooks tea for me. Rough people can't stand it.

"I don't know where Brother Jiang came from. Maybe he has something to do with me."

"We go alone and don't like to get married everywhere. Maybe 500 years ago, we had a friend and a family with you. Jiang Chen's mouth is unforgiving, and his tone has no room for turning around at all. In fact, he thinks about the temperament of this artifact. The yu guang in the corner of Jiang Chen's eyes keenly observed that there was only a flow of people coming out and no coming in. He couldn't help thinking, did the ASEAN people also secretly exert their efforts?

Mingyang Zhenren frowned slightly: "Why did Brother Jiang harm my beautiful prince in Dongzhou?" Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows impatiently: "Nonsense! If he wants to kill the uncle, do I have to stretch my neck and ask him to cut it?

"The beautiful father-in-law is deceased, and you can't rely on the words of Brother Jiang's family alone."

"In that case, what else do you ask me? I'm so idle that I have nothing to do, so I'm here to do it?"

Mingyang's real person said lightly, "Brother Jiang is an extraordinary figure. Why bother to intervene in the right and wrong of Jinyan City? I think you are too angry, which is a disease of uncontrol and yin deficiency and dryness. It's better to go back to Biluofu with the cherry to clear the liver and reduce the fire and calm down for a period of time.

"Listening to your tone, it can also be said to be seductive." Jiang Chen smiled, and his momentum was like Yuezhi. The fireworks of Yichun Building behind him surged, and the black smoke rose to the sky, like the smoke before the battle.

"Come on, let me see if you have the ability, please move!" Jiang Chen was originally going to prevent him from going north to Lancang, but now he has taken the initiative to pick up the door, and Jiang Chen has no reason to retreat.

"Forgive Mingyang's rudeness." Mingyang Zhenren slowly drew his sword from the abdomen of Pipa.

A blue water seems to flow out through the night; it is also like a bright new moon rising, hanging obliquely in the sky.

Is this his fallen body? Jiang Chen stared closely at the sliding route of Xihe Sword, and his mind moved silently with it.

One interest, five interest, ten interest,

Bad!