On the tower of Bianjing, the biting cold wind swept over like a roaring beast, carrying the pungent smoke and disgusting smell of blood, which filled every inch of the air. Lin Feng leaned tiredly against the mottled and dilapidated city wall that had been eroded by the years. His face flickered in the light of the war, and his expression was solemn. At this moment, the fragment of the Qingming mirror held tightly in his hand was like a mysterious fire that was ignited. Under the cold moonlight like water, it emitted a strange and faint light, as if silently telling an unknown secret. In the distance, the horns of the Jin army's siege were like dull thunder, rolling in wave after wave, shaking the earth, but were completely covered by the increasingly rapid and roaring heartbeat in Lin Feng's ears. Ever since the thrilling encounter between Yu Daying and Lin Wanqiu, the fragment of the Qingming Mirror seemed to be given life, and would often heat up without warning. And now, it was so hot that it seemed to burn a hole in Lin Feng's palm. The heat spread up his arm, causing him to tremble slightly.
"Mr. Lin! The battle at the South Gate is urgent, the situation is extremely critical!" The deputy general's anxious and anxious shouts penetrated the noisy and chaotic clamor of the battlefield. However, Lin Feng was like a wooden sculpture, turning a deaf ear to it, with determination and concentration in his eyes. He slowly raised his arm, with a gentle but unquestionable firmness, and gently pressed the fragment in his hand against his forehead. In an instant, the whole world seemed to be twisted by an invisible big hand. The dense rain of arrows on the tower, the sharp whistling sound, and the deafening sound of fighting, instantly receded like a tide and disappeared without a trace. Instead, there was a gentle wind like a lover's whisper, slowly blowing past the ears, mixed with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, the rich fragrance seemed to be able to soothe all the troubles and pains in the world.
When Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dreamlike peach forest. The spring sunshine, like fine golden yarn, poured down through the layers of pink and white branches, carefully weaving golden spots of various shapes on the soft land, just like a natural and magnificent painting. The breeze blew gently, and the peach petals on the branches fell like snow, dancing in the air, and the air was filled with the intoxicating sweet fragrance, which was refreshing. In the distance, the children's laughter and playfulness were as clear and melodious as silver bells, and the sound was full of vitality. Lin Feng looked up and saw several little girls with playful pigtails, just like happy deer, playing around a clear spring. They held the delicate petals in their pink hands, and threw the petals into the water while laughing. The petals drifted away slowly along with the ripples, as if carrying the children's innocent and beautiful dreams towards an unknown distance.
"Sister Wanqiu! Come quickly and play with us!" An exceptionally clear and sweet voice suddenly sounded. Lin Feng followed the voice and saw a woman in a light green skirt, walking towards him with light and graceful steps. Her long hair fell down like a black silk waterfall, and a few peach blossoms that had just fallen were casually dotted in her hair, just like a crown carefully decorated by nature for her. Her forehead was as smooth as jade, warm and delicate, completely different from the majestic and abrupt dragon horns on her forehead now. At this moment, her face was filled with a gentle and bright smile, just like the brightest warm sun in spring, which could sweep away all the haze in the world. Every time she took a step forward, her feet were like a magic, and peach blossoms bloomed instantly. She was like a fairy walking on flowers, emitting a soft and charming light all over her body.
"Don't play too much. The spring breeze may seem gentle, but it actually brings a chill. Be careful not to catch a cold." Lin Wanqiu squatted down gently, her movements like the breeze blowing on the willows. She stretched out her slender white fingers and carefully straightened the clothes of a child with a crooked collar. Where her fingertips gently brushed, the child's originally slightly pale cheeks instantly showed a healthy and lovely blush like the morning glow, as if injected with a magical vitality. Lin Feng stood quietly by the side, looking at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar scene in front of him, and felt as if his throat was tightly choked by something, dry and tight, and he couldn't say a word. The gentle Lin Wanqiu in front of him at this moment was completely different from the woman in his memory who was dressed in red and exuded a cold breath, as if she could freeze all the warmth in the world. This huge contrast made him feel an indescribable complex emotion.
However, there are always unexpected events. In an instant, the originally clear, blue, and cloudless sky suddenly became covered with layers of haze. Large patches of dark clouds, as if gathered by an invisible big hand, rolled in at a very fast speed, and instantly covered the entire sky tightly. Then, deafening thunder exploded in the sky, one after another, as if to tear the world apart completely. Lin Wanqiu's originally gentle expression suddenly changed. She stood up suddenly, with a trace of unconcealable worry and vigilance in her eyes, and quickly looked towards the west of the village. "You little guys, go home first, remember, don't go out again." Her voice was still gentle and pleasant, like a gurgling stream in the mountains, but it was faintly more serious and cold than usual. The children seemed to be keenly aware of the abnormal atmosphere. The originally cheerful smiles disappeared from their faces in an instant, replaced by faces full of tension and uneasiness. They nodded obediently, and then trotted away like frightened little rabbits. After a while, they disappeared into the depths of the peach forest.
Lin Wanqiu turned around and was about to leave quickly, but she seemed to be frozen by something and her steps came to an abrupt stop. She turned her head slowly, and her eyes, as clear as water, seemed to penetrate the layers of peach trees and look directly at the place where Lin Feng was hiding. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint, mysterious and meaningful smile. Lin Feng only felt his heart tremble suddenly, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. Before he could react from the shock and confusion, all the beautiful scenes in front of him, like the fragile flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, shattered in an instant, turning into countless flickering lights and shadows, and dissipated into nothingness.
When Lin Feng regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he found himself in the familiar ancestral hall of Qingtian Village. The howling wind was like a mad beast, slapping the beautifully carved wooden door violently, making a deafening "bang bang bang" sound, as if it was going to completely destroy the door. In the ancestral hall, the candlelight was swaying under the raging wind, and the dim light stretched the shadows on the wall long and distorted, like ghosts with bared fangs and claws. The village chief Lin Zhengyuan, Lin Feng's father, was now surrounded by a dozen solemn villagers in front of an ancient and solemn altar. In the center of the altar, a huge bronze mirror was emitting a faint blue light. The light was mysterious and deep, as if it contained endless power and secrets. There was no doubt that this was the body of the Qingming Mirror.
"Chief, that evil beast is a foreign species after all. Keeping it in our village will always be a disaster like a thorn in the side!" A burly man with a face full of flesh clenched his fists viciously, his eyes flashing with greed and madness, like a hungry wolf that saw its prey. "As long as we can get its powerful strength, then our Qingtian Village will definitely be able to dominate the area, eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, and no longer have to suffer from this poor life!"
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When Lin Zhengyuan heard this, his face suddenly became very ugly. He was silent for a long time, his brows tightly knitted together, forming a deep "川" character, and his eyes were full of pain and struggle. "She has been protecting our village for a hundred years. In these hundred years, she has been dedicated and has never hurt anyone in the village." His voice was low and hoarse, revealing deep helplessness and reluctance.
"Hmph! Chief, you are too soft-hearted!" The man interrupted Lin Zhengyuan rudely, with a bit of disdain and urgency in his tone, "Have you forgotten the terrible drought three years ago? For a whole year, no rain fell, the fields were dry and cracked, and the crops failed. If it weren't for that evil beast secretly interfering, how could we end up in such a miserable situation? How could our wives, children and the elderly have to starve?"
Hearing this, the surrounding villagers began to whisper to each other, and the discussion was one after another. Some villagers nodded slightly, as if they were moved by the man's words; some villagers showed hesitation, and their eyes revealed a trace of reluctance and entanglement. Lin Zhengyuan's face became paler and paler, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. His hands were clenched tightly together, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. Finally, under the gaze of everyone, he slowly closed his eyes, as if he had used up all his strength, and nodded heavily.
Seeing this, the crowd took out the talismans and thick chains that they had prepared long ago, as if they had received some kind of permission. Some of their eyes flashed with greed, some with a hint of guilt, but most of them were blinded by desire and went crazy. Then, they took big steps and walked out of the village aggressively.
Lin Feng was extremely anxious and wanted to rush forward to stop the crazy behavior of the crowd, but he was horrified to find that he seemed to have become a transparent person. No matter how loudly he shouted or how hard he tried to grab, he could not touch anything, nor could he attract anyone's attention. He could only watch all this, his heart filled with despair and powerlessness. In desperation, he could only follow behind the crowd with empty steps, like a helpless ghost.
Everyone came to the cliff behind the village. Lin Wanqiu stood quietly on the cliff, her snow-white clothes rustling in the wind, like a lonely flower blooming on the cliff. Her eyes were as calm as water, slowly sweeping over the people in front of her. The eyes seemed gentle, but seemed to carry an invisible power, making everyone shiver all over, as if they were poured with a basin of cold water from head to toe.
“I see…” Lin Wanqiu’s voice was still gentle and pleasant, like the breeze in the mountains, but it was also filled with deep disappointment and sadness. “I have protected the village for a hundred years with all my heart and effort, without a single slackness, but in the end, I still couldn’t resist the greed and ugliness of human hearts.”
"Evil spirit! Today is the day you die, prepare to die!" The man with a face full of flesh suddenly shouted like a ignited gunpowder barrel, and took the lead in throwing the talisman in his hand towards Lin Wanqiu. In an instant, countless talismans flew towards Lin Wanqiu like snowflakes flying all over the sky, carrying a murderous aura. However, what was shocking was that Lin Wanqiu looked calm, neither dodging nor evading, just standing there quietly, allowing the talismans to stick to her body one by one.
The next moment, something strange happened. Lin Wanqiu's body began to emit a dazzling light, which became brighter and brighter, causing everyone to squint their eyes. In the dazzling light, a huge green dragon slowly emerged. The green dragon's body was winding and circling, with lightning like silver snakes wrapped around it. Every flash of lightning was accompanied by a deafening roar. Its majestic and powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire cliff, making everyone present feel a sense of oppression from the depths of their souls.
Everyone was frightened by the shocking scene before their eyes, and they retreated one after another, stumbling. Lin Zhengyuan's face was as pale as paper, and the chain that was originally tightly held in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang". His eyes were full of fear and regret. However, just when the Azure Dragon Shadow was about to break free from the shackles and break free from the seal, Lin Zhengyuan suddenly woke up from a dream and shouted: "Quick! Form a formation!" The villagers woke up as if from a dream, and they hurriedly threw the chains in their hands into the air. The chains intertwined and entangled in the air, forming a huge and tight net in an instant, which fiercely covered the Azure Dragon Shadow and trapped it firmly.
In the sky, the lightning and thunder became more and more violent. The lightning flashed like a sharp sword and cut through the dark sky. The thunder shook the earth. The Azure Dragon roared and shook the earth. The voice was full of anger, unwillingness and endless sorrow, as if telling the world about his grievances. A trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Lin Wanqiu's mouth. The bright red blood looked particularly shocking on her white clothes. However, her eyes were still as calm as water. She just looked at Lin Zhengyuan deeply. There were too many complicated emotions in that look, including disappointment, reluctance, and a trace of imperceptible forgiveness. Then, she gently opened her lips and whispered: "I am willing to sacrifice the dragon spirit to seal my power. But if one day, the Qingming Mirror appears in the world, it will be the time for me to return. At that time, everything will start again."
Before he finished speaking, a huge lightning bolt, like a divine axe that created the world, struck down fiercely with the power of destroying the world. In an instant, the shadow of the Azure Dragon and Lin Wanqiu were both sucked into the Azure Mirror. Then, there was a deafening roar, and the Azure Mirror exploded, with countless fragments flying like meteors. One of the fragments drew a beautiful arc in the air, and finally slowly fell into Lin Feng's hand, which was the one he was holding tightly at the moment.
"Young Master! Young Master! Wake up!" The deputy general's anxious cry was like an invisible hand, pulling Lin Feng back from the distant and heavy memories. Lin Feng slowly lowered his head and his eyes fell on the fragments in his hand. I saw that a picture slowly emerged on the fragments at some point: the Jin army rushed into Qingtian Village like a surging tide. The village was suddenly plunged into a sea of ??fire and chaos. The villagers fled in panic. The miserable cries and cries for help seemed to penetrate time and space and kept echoing in Lin Feng's ears. Under the ancient locust tree at the head of the village, Lin Wanqiu was wearing a bright red dress, and the dragon horns on her forehead flashed a faint blue and cold light. She stood there quietly, looking at the burning village that was about to turn into ruins with indifference, and a cold smile with a hint of revenge appeared at the corner of her mouth.
At this moment, the tower suddenly shook violently, as if a strong earthquake had occurred. A feather arrow with a sharp whistling sound, like a black lightning, brushed past Lin Feng's ear and flew past him quickly. With a "puff", it was deeply nailed into the city wall beside him. The tail of the arrow was still trembling and making a buzzing sound. Lin Feng clenched the fragments in his hand tightly, feeling mixed emotions in his heart. All kinds of emotions surged in his heart like a surging tide. It turned out that the truth that he had been pursuing for a long time was such a tragedy of betrayal and revenge that spanned a hundred years. As the host of the Qingming Mirror, the gears of fate have begun to turn. How should he face all these complicated situations? How can he find his own direction and answers in this chaotic world?
On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, the roar of artillery fire and the shouts of killing were intertwined and deafening. Lin Feng seemed to hear the ethereal and cold voice of Lin Wanqiu again. The voice seemed to have traveled through the tunnel of time and space and sounded softly in his ears: "Fate and reincarnation, you and I finally met. Is all this arranged by fate, or an inescapable curse." There was a trace of imperceptible sadness in that voice, like a spring breeze, gently brushing Lin Feng's heart, but it set off a storm in his heart.
