Beyond the Divine States Chapter 364: : Evil Poems
The young warriors and the county lord have the most beautiful colors.
Manchu dynasty civil and military officials all came to congratulate.
The county lord carried a red skirt, cut off a piece of wood, and painted a golden crown and gorgeous robes for the monarch, while the young man painted his eyebrows, eyes and hair colors.
"If you can give birth to such a daughter, you also have a pair of extraordinary eyes." The young man praised the monarch heartily.
They became the first people to have colors in the country.
That night, the young warrior finished writing the colors of all things and gave them to the princess. He told the princess that all those who hold painted wood must abide by this map and give all things the correct colors.
The county lord nodded and agreed.
The process of painting the world took seven days.
Seven days later, the originally black world became colorful.
These colors radiated unprecedented light, illuminating their hearts.
People discovered that they were always embraced by the light, and what prevented them from finding the light was a color called black. They hate black.
On the seventh day, the county lord took the young warriors through this colorful country. The young man carefully looked at the details of each item and confirmed that they were correct in color, and then came to the edge of the sea of hope.
"The world still lacks a color." The young man said.
The princess asked curiously: "What color is missing?"
"Black," he said.
The county owner is very strange: "Isn't black the root of evil?"
The young man said: “Every color has its need to exist, otherwise the world will not be complete. Now everyone has just seen the color and hates black enthusiastically, so I can’t take it out, otherwise It will be destroyed."
The sheriff can't understand, but believe him.
The young man said: "From now on, colors will give you power. These seven colors are just the beginning. Later, more and more colors will be bred. The more colors the person who masters, the stronger."
The sheriff nodded as if he did not understand.
The young man looked at the sea and opened his arms, his body getting thinner and thinner in the sea breeze.
"Okay, my beloved princess, when I leave, you will take away the black. You divide each day into twelve fragments and paint the sky in six of them black. This world is complete," the young man said.
The county lord felt that he was about to leave, and quickly asked: "Where should I go to get the black back?"
The young man’s voice is like groaning, "My hair is black, my eyes are black, and my bones and blood are black..."
He sang like this, and there was a lot of black blood pouring out under the armor. The princess exclaimed, and she remembered that when he came out from the deep well in the sea that night, he was covered with scars—these scars are not only He did not heal, but killed him at this moment.
"Don't cry for me, I have fulfilled my mission, take good care of the color I gave you, and remember, never resist the truth." This is the young man's last words.
He opened his arms, like a bird falling into the sea, and the undulating blue water swallowed him.
Weeping, the county lord collected all the black paint and slammed them into the stone box cautiously.
She looked at this beautiful world, and she had already planned to draw a strong stroke for it someday.
After that, everything was as predicted by the young people. There were more and more colors in the world. Even a simple leaf had rich colors. The princess was happy for it and felt that everything they did was full of the value of.
The darkness on the eyelash stand can no longer invade, and the world has seen the most beautiful light.
It's just that when everything became normal and the princess wanted to smear black into the night sky, a big event happened-the monarch turned out to be color blind.
This matter originated from the ceremonial ceremony.
When the monarch represents people's worship of color, he suddenly screams at the purple, saying, "Black is here again, it will be destroyed."
People looked at each other and were extremely surprised. They couldn't tolerate someone confessing the sacred color, even if that person was a monarch. But the monarch insisted that what he saw was black.
This matter intensified and gradually turned into an irreversible dispute.
The king wants to cover it with other colors, but the people who maintain the sacred color are firmly opposed to it, and even some people unite and want to overthrow the king.
The county lord knows that something is not good, and if this continues, more and more people will focus on this, and her night will be impossible to draw.
So that night, holding a branch of black blood, she sneaked to the bottom of the colorful mountain, wanting to paint the sky. Unfortunately, this day coincided with the invading of the rebels into the city, and she was caught. People were surprised to see the black and could not associate it with the holy princess.
The county lord told them the young people’s last words, but the explanation was pale. They hated black, and even suspected that the bizarre disappearance of the young warrior was the work of the county lord, who was a witch and wanted to make black recontaminate the world. .
The rebels won. They executed the county lord and the monarch under the colorful peak, and neutralized and destroyed the black with the remaining heavy colors.
From then on, there is no darkness in the world, and people rejoice in it. They worship color fanatically, and even paint their eyelids in color, so that people never need to face the darkness.
Many years passed after that.
People also tried to go out to sea, but they never found the legendary well again, but the prophecy of the young warrior came true. People really gained power in the colors, and these powers turned into their declaration of war on the Demon King. The confidence.
People's life expectancy is gradually extending, from the first ten years to fifteen, twenty, sixty years......
The older generation is dead, and the new generation is growing vigorously. Their only goal is to kill the last darkness, and the last darkness is on the lashes.
But the eyelash platform is a cliff, too high and too high, with their power at the moment, they can't climb the eyelash platform at all.
Finally, after three hundred years of penance, the first powerful warrior climbed onto the unattainable eyelash platform under the eyes of the public.
He became a hero in people's hearts.
But he never came back.
People felt that the warriors did not fully understand the color, so they lost to the devil.
So every few years, there will be a warrior going to climb the eyelash platform, but in the end, without exception, the warriors have not been able to come back. Not only that, but there are also many big monsters who eat colors on the land. People are not The opponents of these big monsters.
Fortunately, a great warrior appeared in the Colorful Kingdom. The great warrior possessed the genius of the sky. He was born with him. He knew hundreds of different colors within three years.
He killed the flame king who had swallowed the red, and got the purest red. Killed the king of the sea that swallowed blue, and got the purest blue...Finally, he killed all the devouring demon heads and got the purest color.
He is stronger than ever, because he recognizes all the colors in the world.
He mounted the eyelash stand with everyone's expectations, and he saw the devil in the depths of the eyelash stand.
But as strong as him, there is no power to fight back in front of the devil, because he doesn't know the color of the devil.
"What are you trying to expel?" the devil asked.
The warrior replied: "Darkness."
The devil asked again: "What is darkness?"
The Warrior couldn't answer because he had never seen black.
The warrior died in the palace of the king. All the colors on his body were stripped off by the devil, mixed together, and turned into thick black. The devil inlaid this black on the crown, and his crown was extra. An obsidian-like gem.
And this demon king has, exactly the same face as the original warrior.
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"This is the story that evil told me." Ning Changjiu said everything slowly.
He didn't dare to recall it on weekdays, so he started slowly at this moment, and he thought about the whole story along the way. He always felt that evil was expressing something, but he couldn't understand it.
Ye Chan Palace listened, nodded calmly, and said: "Well, I know."
It's just a plain sentence, no more words.
Ning Changjiu asked: "This story...what do you want to say?"
Ye Chan Gong said: "I don't know either."
Ning Changjiu curiously asked: "Is there anything in this world that Master doesn't know?"
Between the candles and shadows of the golden Buddha, Ye Changong’s words floated out, without emotional impurities: "If I am omniscient and omnipotent, what do I need you to do?"
Ning Changjiu smiled, and he asked, "Master did so much for me, what exactly is it going to do?"
Ye Changong's answer was unexpected: "I don't know, but I'm a little tired." Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, he never thought that the word tired would be spoken in Master's mouth.
On the shadow of the white yarn, the jade head of Ye Chan Palace hangs lightly. She asks: "It has been more than three years since you were reborn. How do you feel about walking in the world now?"
Ning Changjiu said: "In the world, the wine is green and the lights are red, and the breeze and the moon are bright in the middle. The two lives have their own beauty, regardless of superiority."
Ye Changong nodded gently and said: "Is the marriage certificate still satisfied?"
Ning Changjiu nodded immediately: "Master has a good eye and knows people. I and Xiang'er have been in harmony so far, and we have lived in harmony. We did not live up to Master's expectations, but..."
"Just what?" Ye Chan Gong asked.
Ning Changjiu said: "Why does Master want to grant me this marriage certificate with Xianger?"
"This is one of my appointments with Suzaku." Ye Chan Palace was as calm as water: "You come from Leilao country, she was born in Suzaku country, and it was for the baby of dragon and phoenix, so she decided to kiss her."
Ning Changjiu always feels something is wrong.
"Then I have been watching all these years, Master?" Ning Changjiu asked cautiously.
"I'm not that boring." Ye Chan Gong said: "Besides, you enter the secret realm of Luoshu, Hades, etc., even if it is me, I can't see it."
Ning Changjiu nodded lightly, thoughtfully.
He thought for a while, and then asked: "By the way, who is evil? Why tell this story?"
Ye Chan Palace did not conceal it, saying: "The identity of evil is not a secret for the Lords of the Twelve Kingdoms. He is the seventh **** in your mouth."
These calm words stirred up a storm in Ning Changjiu's mind.
The seventh god...
That is the **** of this mother star!
"What?" Ning Changjiu was taken aback: "Isn't the seventh **** already dead?"
Ye Chan Gong said: "He is dead compared to the legendary seventh **** with vast magical powers. At this moment, he has lost most of his power and is under house arrest in the sky list, unable to escape."
Ning Changjiu asked: "Who imprisoned him?"
Ye Chan Gong did not answer.
Ning Changjiu's words lightened a little and said: "So...who is the poem?"
Ye Chan Gong's answer was unexpected again: "It is also the seventh god."
Ning Changjiu was surprised.
She explained: "At the beginning, the seventh **** was dying, but he is associated with this star and cannot really die. In order to prevent him from recovering and growing again, a certain existence split the originally neutral him into The two halves, the young half is connected to the body, and the young girl is brought into the heart demon for refining."
Ning Changjiu's heart trembled, and he muttered to himself: "Evil and poetry..."*
Who imprisoned them? Is it the treasurer in the poem? Is it the Dark Lord? What is that kind of fire, such an important thing, why shouldn't you convey it yourself? Still, the secret of Tinder is also hidden in that story...
A lot of questions came and came to mind together.
Ning Changjiu was about to speak. After the white yarn, the celestial voice of Ye Chan Palace came again, clear and moving, without feeling emotional.
"Okay, I'm tired. There are still people waiting for you outside the door, go back." Ye Chan Gong said.
Ning Changjiu was taken aback, knowing that he could no longer ask those secrets, he whispered softly: "What should Xueci and I do in the days after that?"
Ye Chan Palace's voice is getting softer and lighter: "After you are cured, you can go down the mountain. Your junior is still waiting for your sword."
The voice fell silently.
The candlelight in the room dimmed suddenly, and while the white gauze was blowing, the woman sitting inside seemed to have meditation.
Ning Changjiu pushed the wheelchair and left quietly.
Outside the door, Si Ming was waiting anxiously.
Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "After waiting so long, I have worked hard for you."
Si Ming walked behind him naturally, pushed the wheelchair, and said: "Let’s be less affectionate...I was walking around in the view before, and it was really boring, so I came back here and just touched it. Until you come out."
"That's a coincidence." Ning Changjiu was too lazy to expose her, just smiled: "Let's go back to the room."
Si Ming said: "What do you do?"
Ning Changjiu covered his forehead, pretending to be weak, and said: "I think I should drink medicine."
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(Evil poem. Homo sound earth. This is what I said earlier, it’s bad, I heard the homophone stalk that wanted to kill the sword! Of course...It’s just a trivial stalk, certainly not a foreshadowing, just add some fun ~)