Chapter 213: A New Honor(1/2)
The underground palace is cold and dark.
Zhao Yun crossed his legs and quietly healed his injuries. The internal injuries had not recovered yet, but now they had another layer of injuries.
Looking at the other one, nothing happened except the loss of true energy.
"Mother-in-law, it's a good journey."
Qingyao was kind-hearted and used her sword to carve out a sarcophagus and put the hag into it.
I feel both hatred and pity for this old man. He has been alone for decades, and he is also a pitiful person.
Three coffins were neatly placed on the stone platform.
This girl was also very dedicated, and she even put in the incense burner and inserted three sticks of musk.
As for the black-robed man in Rashomon, she was not very polite and burned him to ashes.
Not long after, Zhao Yun woke up. It was a trivial matter for his muscles and bones to break. He had washed his marrow and exercised his body through the Yijin Meridian, and it was completely reshapeable. What was more uncomfortable was the internal injuries. His face was still as pale as paper, and blood would occasionally bleed from the corners of his mouth.
"I collected it from the man in black robe."
Qing Yao came over and handed Zhao Yun two things, a slender black sword and a well-preserved human skin mask. As for the others, whether they were pills or silver, they were all blown into ashes. How high is this?
A level of explosive talisman can blow up a peak Ksitigarbha statue until it loses its human form.
"You stay, Black Sword."
Zhao Yun said and took the human skin mask.
"I didn't do anything, so there's no point in taking the spoils."
Qingyao smiled and handed the slender black sword to Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun did not shirk, put his magic ring in with a flick of his hand, took one last look at the underground palace, turned around and left, feeling emotional in his heart. He was assassinated by Rashomon along the way. He never thought that this fatal situation in the tomb was actually Rashomon.
Someone suddenly killed him, giving him a hope of survival.
"I hope you can be reunited as a family down there."
When Qing Yao left, she even made a praying gesture before following Zhao Yun.
However, neither of them noticed that the little finger of the witty words in the coffin moved slightly.
If the black-robed man from Rashomon was still alive, he would probably curse Zhao Yun and Qingyao.
You two little melons, there is a treasure in the coffin, it's in the body of Wongyu. I came all the way here just for her. You two can do it, pat it. But you're gone, don't you want it at all?
Don't want it.
This would be Qing Yao's answer, and it would also be Zhao Yun's answer. Don't say you don't know, even if you know, you won't take it. The whole family is so miserable, we are embarrassed to take it.
Gua!
The roc spreads its wings and soars up into the night sky.
Zhao Yun became a lump on the elm tree again, and after going to heaven, he crossed his legs to heal his wounds.
Qing Yao, on the other hand, sat aside and glanced sideways at him more than once. In just a few days, Zhao Yun had already rescued her twice, and even weird things like marriage in the grave... could happen to them.
Isn't this the legendary fate?
Speaking of ghost marriage, this girl is still wearing her wedding dress. Bathed in the moonlight, she has a unique dreamy beauty. Combined with her peerless face, she is really like a fairy in a painting. She is so beautiful.
Like her, Zhao Yun did not take off his groom's clothes, but only quietly healed his wounds.
In this way, the picture is very romantic. There is a man and a woman. She is wearing a wedding dress and he is wearing a groom's clothes. The man is talented and the woman is beautiful. From the first glance, they are a match made in heaven. The starry sky is the matchmaker and the moonlight is the witness. They are a perfect couple.
And the two of them have obviously become a beautiful scenery in the sky.
There were many flying mounts in the sky, coming and going a lot. When I met the two of them, their eyes were very strange. A groom and a bride were not entering the bridal chamber in the middle of the night. What the heck were they doing here? Especially the groom, who was
It’s not that your kidneys are not good! With such a beautiful girl sitting next to you, you are wasting resources by just reciting sutras.
"Worship heaven and earth."
"Two bows to the high hall."
"House of husband and wife."
"Send it to the bridal chamber."
There are still talents. One flew over with a whoosh and left a sentence. Another one flew over with a whoosh and left another sentence... All of them are professional masters of ceremonies, especially the one who said "Send into the bridal chamber, howl"
The loudest.
Zhao Yun is still the same Zhao Yun, lost in thought and healing his wounds quietly.
Qingyao is no longer the same Qingyao. She clearly heard it but did not take off her bright red wedding dress. Her cheeks were rosy and her smile was very charming. If this...can be considered a wedding, it would be too dreamy.
At some point, the two fell behind.
Ahead, you can see a huge ancient city. It is marked on the map as Jiuyang Ancient City.
"I'm wearing a wedding dress, isn't it beautiful?"
Qing Yao's lotus steps jumped slightly, her hands behind her back, and she walked backwards facing Zhao Yun. Her beautiful eyes were shining and she was quite lively. No matter where she came from, she looked like a little girl who was inexperienced in the world. Up to now, she was still wearing that dress.
The wedding dress is like a bright red flower, dancing gracefully under the moonlight.
"Beautiful." Zhao Yun smiled politely.
Qingyao smiled sweetly and finally took off her wedding dress before entering the city.
The ancient city of Jiuyang is still very lively under the moonlight, with bustling people, red lanterns hung high, and shouts and shouts, all showing the prosperity of the world.
"My aunt, where did you go?"
Three old men came out of nowhere and grabbed Qingyao.
He was sent by Yan Tianfeng to protect Qingyao. He was surrounded and killed by the strong men of Chiyang City, so he was separated. He had been waiting in Jiuyang Ancient City for several days, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. If the city lord's daughter was lost,
Yan Tianfeng even struck them with one palm.
Fortunately, when they arrived, Qingyao was still alive and kicking.
"There are some small changes." Qingyao smiled.
When he turned around again, there was no trace of Zhao Yun, and he had disappeared into the bustling crowd.
"Are you leaving now?"
Qingyao murmured, feeling lost for a while.
"Miss?"
"I'm tired. Let's rest for a night before we continue our journey."
Qingyao said and ran straight to the inn. She looked back several times but could not see that figure again.
Here, Zhao Yun has found a guest room and closed the door tightly.
Then, the human skin mask was taken out.
This is not an ordinary human skin mask. It is made of rare and rare materials. Each material is basically extinct in Daxia. This kind of human skin mask covering the face is not comparable to ordinary masks.
If you use a special method to refine the facial features, you can truly change the outline of the facial features. The so-called appearance is the new dignity. There is no way to put it in disguise. I am afraid that even those in the Tianwu realm will not be able to recognize the truth, because it is refined into the human face.
Behind the leather mask, honor the truth.
However, this method has a time limit.
Judging from the level of this human skin mask, it can still last seven or eight years.
Since he wanted to enter Tianzong with another identity, it was necessary to change his appearance. This human skin mask was just right. The road to revenge was long, and he was also ready to live with another identity.
Without thinking much, he sat at the table.
There was a bronze mirror on the table. Looking into the mirror, he took one last look at his current dignity, because he would not see this face again for a long time.
He didn't hesitate, he used a dagger to cut three blood marks on his face, and put on a human skin mask.
The mask was stained with blood, and was refined into his face bit by bit by lightning. There was a slight collision of bones. The strange human skin mask was refined into his face, and it had its own strange effect. As Zhao Yun thought, it could really change
The outline of his facial features, when he opened his eyes, he was already another ordinary face in the mirror, the edges and corners were still sharp, but the outline was no longer the same as before.
A face like this one is quite popular among people. If you throw it into a crowd, you will grab a lot of it.
It doesn't matter to Zhao Yun whether he is handsome or not. What he wants is a different face so that when others see it, they won't think of Zhao Yun, let alone the Zhao family, so that's fine.
In exchange for honor, he took the slender black sword and refined it into the dragon abyss.
Afterwards, it was still healing.
It was because he didn't know how to cherish it. The fairy dew spiritual liquid was exhausted early, and he no longer had the power of life and death, human flesh and white bones. As a result, his internal injuries became more and more serious, and he would not be able to recover for three to five days.
With his eyes closed, sleepiness suddenly appeared and he fell into a deep sleep.
I slept long enough this time.
In the early morning, the people on the road set off again, Qingyao and the others were one of them. This girl was still unwilling to give up. Before leaving the city, she looked left and right all the way, causing the three old men to raise their eyebrows.
Who knew what she was looking for, but she couldn't find it until she left Jiuyang Ancient City.
"Are you leaving?" Qingyao murmured, walking away.
To be continued...