Chapter 51 51. Kunlun Jade
The rain was still falling, and the black air had evaporated completely.
Li Xi'an released the bluebird from the Heaven-carrying Cauldron and watched her fly in the rain, letting the heavy rain soak her wings.
There are no greater ups and downs in bird life than this.
He looked back and saw the Bronze City in the rain. It was hazy and ancient. The raindrops stretched into long lines, as if there was an old-era photo camera between him and the ancient city. He saw that the pictures of the ancient city were like a slowly playing film. The ancient city should look at him the same way.
It’s just unclear how many years have passed between them.
Heavy rain washed away the ancient city and turned the stone tablets under the locust trees white.
After thinking for a long time, Qingniao finally did not ask what kind of existence you are. She asked Chijiao why it rained in ancient Kunlun with the stars above.
"Is that Xingyu?" Li Xi'an smiled and looked up at the sky.
The blue bird followed the red dragon and raised its head, while the rising and setting stars swayed and made waves.
She froze.
That's not a star, it's a pool of water covering this place.
"Yaochi!" Qingniao whispered.
But she was not sure. After many years, the ancient bronze city had not changed at all, but the most mysterious restricted area in ancient Kunlun had turned into a different look, completely different from what she remembered. In the past, the fairyland of Yaochi could only be reached by relying on the spirit and rules of the empress, but now it simply hangs in the sky.
The howling wind stirred up her green feathers, and the red giant snaked around.
Raindrops hit the dragon's head and slid down the gaps between the scales on the facial bones. The golden candles in the eye sockets burned through the rain curtain.
The Zaitian Cauldron appeared naturally next to the blue bird, and the behemoth's voice was low.
"Go and have a look."
The red figure shot through the rain curtain like an arrow, and Li Xi'an was climbing high, so fast that he pulled a bloody afterimage in the air. The blue bird followed him on the Heaven-carrying Cauldron, and the raindrops were separated by black and blue lines. The blue bird's body is too fragile. If it flies upward at such a speed, every drop of rain may be a fatal blade.
When it reached a very high place, the red dragon stopped and its body hovered in mid-air.
It seems that the water in the dome cannot be reached by rising upward.
He raised his head and observed carefully, and found that the size of the star shadows was still the same. The golden pupils reflected the sky, and Li Xi'an felt the spirit flowing in the heavy rain. The rain fell not by him, but contained the Taoist rules from Kunlun or Yaochi. He felt that there was an indescribable aura lingering in his heart.
Is it a call?
"Maybe this approach won't work."
Qingniao looked unsurprised. She swallowed Kunlun's majestic spiritual energy, transformed into a girl and sat on the bronze cauldron.
She was not sure before, but now she is sure when she sees the red dragon hitting the wall.
Qingniao never thought that Yaochi would be the sky here. The water in the pool was upside down in the sky above this ancient city, and the rising and falling stars were not entities, but just shadows reflected in it. She guessed that someone came here in later generations and caused huge changes. The filth and the Yaochi that overturns the sky are both situations that never appeared in ancient Kunlun.
"The secrets of Kunlun Temple are far beyond imagination. Even if the Yaochi really appears in front of you, you cannot touch it without the operation of legal rules." She explained.
Fortunately, some basic rules have not changed.
Her initial decision to let the red dragon animate the monument was correct. Although there was dirt, there was also a spirit that ran the rules.
Li Xi'an is not annoyed.
His eyes were lowered, thinking the same as Qingniao. The dirt was evaporated away, but the rain was still falling. He discovered some ancient and primitive opportunity in the rain. …………
Under the towering locust tree, the green branches and leaves are whirling.
The slightest drop of rain fell on the bridge of Li Xi'an's nose, soaking in the coolness.
The surface of the stone tablet with gaps cracked directly, and rubble was scattered around. No wonder the rain hitting the stone tablet turned it white, because the stone tablet was originally white, warm and pure, and was a flawless piece of jade. There is no trace of such a long time on the surface, as if time has stopped on this jade stone.
Qingniao obviously didn't know why there was a white jade stone tablet wrapped inside.
The stone tablet that was originally donated was the same as before. It was simple and simple, with the texture of gray and white stoneware, and was engraved with the words "Mountain of the Queen Mother of the West". The current white jade stele does not have any inscriptions on it. It is completely natural and exudes a shining white light, like a rising mist.
Li Xi'an picked up the gravel on the ground, and the golden fire ignited at his fingertips.
"The filthy smell clung to the outside of the stele, so it was lost in the rain along with the gravel. But this white jade stele is very pure, so pure that it remains the same after being wrapped in filth for who knows how many years."
The blue bird stared at the white jade stone tablet in trance.
It seemed that some things... were indeed eternal, and she was disappointed too early. Indeed, as Chijiao said, trust should be retained. What kind of person is the Queen Mother of the West whom she serves, and how powerful the Supremes of Kyushu are. They will not die. History does not see their figures just because they disappear. One day they will appear again. Return. The blue bird ignites hope, so hopeful.
The strange warm fragrance filled the air as Li Xi'an dripped blood on the white jade stone tablet.
He noticed that Qingniao's expression changed after seeing this stone monument. If you compare Qingniao's face to a photo, it is like wiping away the dust on an old photo and suddenly becoming brighter.
It's always good.
The blood dripped on the stone tablet and disappeared in an instant. Spider-web-like veins extended from the dripping position, like blood vessels beating in the white jade stone tablet. Qingniao stared at the spider web veins on the white jade stone tablet. There was no problem, but she felt something was wrong. She should have seen this scene before. But how is this possible? This was the first time that the white jade stele appeared in front of her. When had she ever seen a similar scene before?
The spirit is reviving and wandering.
Without the interference of filth, Li Xi'an's blood evoked the true spirit of ancient Kunlun.
The rain stopped.
To be precise, the rain is flowing against the current. To be more precise, the world is upside down at this moment, and the rain is still falling downwards.
The Heavenly Cauldron is suspended, opening up a path forward, and behind it is an endless winding red dragon.
Like a red line in the distant world on both sides.
Li Xi'an's huge body was falling downwards, and the Bronze City behind him was moving away. The mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist. The farther away they were, the less realistic the Bronze City was. In the end, even the peaks and mountains were no longer visible, shrouded in clouds and mist. It's as if the red dragon doesn't come from the mountains and the earth. It's really descending from the clouds and falling into the boundless galaxy.
The blue bird is sitting on the Heaven-Containing Cauldron, her hair flying wildly, and the dark green seal script is looming, protecting her from harm.
"Yaochi!"
Li Xi'an heard the girl shouting loudly. One time was not enough, so she shouted a second time. Along the way, she was often the quiet messenger of the Queen Mother of the West, but now she is an ordinary child seeing her hometown.
Because the Bronze Palace is lifeless, but Yaochi is still full of life. The girl waved excitedly. The pool of water was already reflected in her eyes, and the stars were floating there, and her eyes were stained with little bits of color.
Hometown? Chi Jiao thought about it and found that this wording was wrong.
It's only right to meet old friends again.
A reunion after tens of millions of years.
(End of chapter)