Bai Tang drank happily, quite carelessly, and kept talking to him about how he wanted to eat moon cakes. They had to be filled with five kernels. Once he broke them, they would be crispy.

Take a bite and your mouth will be filled with sweetness.

The peaceful time always passed by suddenly, and some people tried their best to pull him out of this temporary comfort zone.

Bai Tang was drinking wine when he suddenly felt a sense of tightness in his chest, and even the candlelight, which was only a knuckle long in his chest, swayed.

I couldn't even hold the wine jar with my hand, and it shook a bit.

Mo She looked sideways slightly, but Bai Tang waved his hand and said: "Keep drinking, don't be afraid of anything, I'm here."

These words were so domineering that Mo She couldn't help but laugh and said: "Yes, I'll trouble you to follow suit from now on."

Bai Tang laughed loudly. He looked up and saw a child hiding behind the rocks covered by clouds and mist in the courtyard, spying on them curiously. He immediately waved to the child and said, "Little brother, come and play."

The "little brother" suppressed his excitement, walked over politely, and saluted them.

Bai Tang had a naughty temperament. When he saw this lively child, he couldn't help teasing him. Thinking that there was still some time before the Tai Chi diagram was completed, he coaxed the child to get the telescope and wanted to see what Shang was doing at this time.

The Battle of Zhou.

He wanted to see what Su Yuxiu looked like at this time and how much this war had been distorted by later generations.

…

It seems that I only stayed in Taiqing Realm for two days, but several years have passed in the human world.

Su Yuxiu's figure had grown much taller, and she became the most beautiful woman in Chaoge City, and also became Yin Shou's darling.

Nuwa completely ignored her status and repeatedly put pressure on Xiqi, asking them to quickly destroy Shang. She sent people to explain the religion one after another, and also sent people who were destined to be deified one after another.

Deep down in their hearts, those people had the dream of serving the Ming Lord and saving the common people. They denounced Shen Gongbao for being sinister and cunning, hated Yin Shou for being cruel and tyrannical, and cursed the tyrant and the evil concubine.

But even with Yin Shou like that, countless people were still willing to die for him. Bigan broke his heart and heard that Zhong died in battle.

But in order to break the heavy snowfall in Chaoge for many years, Bigan used his exquisite skills to suppress all the evil spirits in the imperial capital and break the snow curse cast by the gods on Chaoge.

It snowed heavily day and night without any sound. People and animals died layer after layer, and no matter how thick the cold clothes were, it was useless.

Su Yao, who had grown up, clutched Yin Shou's robe, knelt down and begged him to give up her. She was willing to be a sacrifice to the heaven.

Her seven orifices were not open, her emotions were closed, and she could not feel the sadness and indifference. However, she heard so many abuses from those people that she finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to surrender to the majestic heaven.

But Yin Shou, who was full of energy, said, no.

He said, you are my country and country.

He wants to protect the people, he wants to protect the people, he wants to protect his country, he wants to fight against this damn destiny to the end, and he wants to protect his little wife.

He always took the trouble to tell his little wife, you are not a vixen, you are not a damn person, as long as I am here, it will be okay.

The Master of Tongtian Sect calmly sent his disciples to the lower world one by one, as if they were born with inverse bones and feared that the world would not be in chaos. Many spiritual beings under his sect were practicing, and they advocated teaching regardless of distinction, and everyone could seek the Tao.

His disciples were also coming up with all kinds of tricks. Even the Seven Monsters of Meishan didn't have time to pay attention to Nuwa. She turned around and took the order from the leader, and ran to stand on Yin Shou's side to fight Xiqi's army.

Bai Tang sat in the Tai Chi realm and laughed as he watched the little boy with cinnabar on his forehead.

Puzzled, he asked him why he was laughing.

Bai Tang pointed to the telescope, with picturesque features, red lips and white teeth, and asked him: "There is something dirty about calling a deer a horse, have you seen it?"

The child thought about it for a while and shook his head in confusion.

Bai Tang took a sip of wine and asked him: "What's in that basin?"

The little boy didn't know much about human affairs and said: "Snake."

"Who was worshiped before the Shang Dynasty? What was used to worship it?"

"Nuwa... uses five animals, chicken, duck, pig, cow and deer, as gifts."

"People are like five animals, are they ridiculous or not? Who knows whether that thing is used to harm others or to make offerings to her?" The pair of peach blossom eyes turned again and said with a smile, "Death in the basin

Who are these people?"

The little boy said: "The ministers of the government are slaves and servants." After saying this, he was also confused and asked, "Why did they all leave happily without crying or begging?"

"Who knows," Bai Tang said, "Most of them are stupid, thinking that they can use their lives to apologize to her for their king."

The child's brows furrowed, looking puzzled. Bai Tang asked again: "You can see Chaoge on Lutai. How long has he been making that thing?"

The boy made a rough calculation and said, "More than six years."

Bai Tang then stopped talking and covered the telescope with a flick of his sleeve.

There is nothing to see anymore. It's the last battle. Tomorrow at most will be the day when Yin Shou and Su Yao die. Even if they survive the cold and cold day by day, they can't stop the unfounded messages and they can't escape after all.

The most brutal battle.

The kid still couldn't figure out the dirt in these things, so Bai Tang smiled and patted his shoulder, asking him to read more and think more slowly, but he dragged Mo She away to whisper.

He just saw Su Yuxiu, his heart moved, and he remembered the important things that he had forgotten for a long time. He couldn't sit still even if his butt was burning, so he pulled Mo Shefang for a few steps and said: "Su Yuxiu is going to be escorted to the Puhua Platform in Heaven.

, only after being struck by lightning for eighty-one days can the soul be transformed and moisten the divine world."

He frowned tightly, kneading his temples and recalled: "Xie Bi'an saved her life at this time, and by chance, he broke the eighty-one divine locks on the Puhua platform and sent her privately to the prison.

In the mortal world, we reincarnate to avoid disaster... The trouble is, now that we appear in this place, we don’t know if the black and white impermanence will still appear at this time."

Yes, he had been running around looking for four kinds of salvation artifacts before, and had never thought about this matter in detail.

How can the same two people exist in the same world? If he is here, is Xie Bian here? Do all the things he has to do fall on his shoulders?

They were ghosts from the underworld, and they only went to heaven a few times, and that time they went to heaven, Mo She was particularly impressed, because after that time, Xie Bian was completely weak for nearly a thousand years.

It turned out that it was at that time that Xie Bi'an went to save Su Yuxiu because of his mistake.

There is no need to mention the past events. Bai Tang is not the original Xie Bian. Even now, he can only lament the fact that Xie Bian saved Su Yao with a rebellious boyish attitude. He cannot explain the reason.

Mo She thought for a while and said: "It should be fine. If we really want to replace our identity at that time, we should have received several orders from the underworld at this time."

When Bai Tang thought about it, it made sense, and wanted to give it up, but Mo She continued: "I remember that time was after Zhou destroyed Shang and became a god, and we went to heaven to do business... Calculating, it only lasted these two days.

, he’s here anyway, I’ll go to the Ouhua Terrace for a walk then. It would be best if he comes, but if not...

…I’ll coax him to come.”

His eyes flashed, and there was an inexplicable light inside.

Bai Tang watched calmly, sighed quietly, and was about to speak when he felt a sway in the Taiqing Realm. Thousands of rays of light came from the alchemy room of Tushita Palace, and a colorless scroll naturally unfolded high in the sky. , so dazzling that no one can look directly at it.

Luan birds flew from afar, chirping loudly, and flew around the Tusita Palace in circles.

The soft and bright sun leisurely appeared in the sky, springs gushed out from the ground, mountains rose one after another in the distance, and insects chirped and frogs chirped one after another.

A green bud appeared out of thin air in front of it, growing taller and taller, and spitting out faint peach blossoms.

In an instant, the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming. Butterflies were flying back and forth chasing the flowers that were blooming one after another. There was a little baby crying in the flowers.

The sun went through several rounds in the sky, getting hotter and hotter. The peach blossoms withered completely, and soon they produced fruits the size of a thumb.

The summer wind will take away the sweat on the cheeks, and the autumn mood will be dyed layer by layer. The flowers will wither and fall into mud, but there are thousands of lives hidden in the mud. Tiny insects will move their bodies and crawl from the soil innocently. Poke his head out.

In another moment, the insect was covered by thick white snow, and the moonlight shone on the white snow, revealing a piece of silver-clad silence.

The Luan bird kept flying around the Tushita Palace for a moment, and behind it were countless birds with colorful feathers, circling around the scroll and refusing to land.

Ancient music was born out of thin air, and accompanied by the oldest melody, it sounded throughout the Taiqing Realm.

At the same time, Haotian Bifeng, who was handling government affairs in the Lingxiao Palace, paused slightly, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Taiqing Realm, with a calm expression: "Tai Chi Diagram..."

The Tai Chi diagram was supposed to be formed at this time. It was destined by fate, but he didn't know who the picture was for. He suddenly thought of the man who pulled Nuwa's bones. The tip of the brush he held tightly in his hand suddenly broke, and his fingers faintly picked up the method. Jue, order Nuwa to continue to pursue the whereabouts of that person. For nine days and ten places, all the people who canonize the gods should go all out to capture that person.

The ground has changed its owner, and the colorful clouds are passing through the sky, shining brightly on the earth. All the people are calling Zhou Zhou as the destined king, so the sky is raining colorful clouds to congratulate him.

It was also on this day that a huge fire broke out in the capital of the Shang Dynasty. The remaining Shang Dynasty officials and old people burned themselves to death in the city, martyring their country and their lord. The flames burned the originally prosperous Chaoge City to ashes. It was a scorched earth, but countless souls with resentment in their hearts did not want to return to the underworld. They were forced by the new emperor dragon who had just taken over the capital to escape three hundred feet into the ground. They were close to the underworld but not into it. They cried and cursed every day and could not rest in peace. .

The woman who led to the fall of the Yin and Shang Dynasty was beheaded in public. The blood on her neck was red and splashed on Lao Gao. Her beautiful head flipped in the air. Those eyes like the starry sky never closed. He watched helplessly as her body was placed on the ground. The firewood was burned into a handful of ashes.

In this year, the country changed hands, Yin Shou died, and his soul was torn into thousands of pieces, or buried in the belly of ghosts, or fell into the netherworld, or turned into dust, or attached to mortal things. No sacrifices were allowed in ancestral halls, and no sacrifices were allowed by the people. Hundreds of scholars used their pens as swords to carve out his lewdness and violence with every stroke.

The heavy snow fell again, and was reflected in a mottled glazed color by the colorful clouds in the sky, which had no trace of fading.

Such a bright glazed color was like the string of orbs hanging from Yin Shou's wrist when he opened the bead curtain in front of her on the night they got married, dazzling her eyes. In an instant, her emotions suddenly opened and tears came to her eyes.
Chapter completed!