Boom.

The rain falls on the lake, the dream wakes up and is fragmented, the lake is not alarmed, but the lake is clear and dotted.

The teenagers on the lake are dressed in green clothes, from Hunan to Hubei like a black dragon, but their eyes are blurred, as if they are full of memories, and they seem to be empty and nothing.

There was only one figure that was different, this figure was dressed in white, half-sitting on a naturally formed wisteria swing, the swing did not swing much, but the song hummed by the young man seemed to echo in the hollow valley.

He was delighted, and his eyes were full of anticipation. Looking at the other side, there was another young man, this young man had sharp eyes, and he sat solemnly on a throne, under his gaze, those young men in Tsing Yi walked forward neatly, no one noticed him, and no one wanted to look forward to see who was in front of him.

Boom.

The rain falls on the lake, the bottomless lake reflects a bamboo forest, the lake is lit up, the lanterns illuminate the ancient city, and the warmth is not a person.

The young man in white jumped off the swing, his posture fell lightly, the bamboo forest rustled at the moment he fell, he jumped forward, every time he jumped, the rustling sound would change, sometimes brisk, sometimes excited, he was the only one left on the whole lake, the young man in white ran from Hunan to Hubei, the tips of his hair were lifted by the breeze, he always looked at the young man on the throne, getting closer and closer.

Finally, he stopped and pulled out a wisteria flower from behind his back, as if his brother had found something new and couldn't wait to show it.

But the young man on the throne is still solemn, is it the perennial royal atmosphere that makes him serious, or is this young man so indifferent. The young man on the throne did not speak, but just looked at the young man below, as if dissatisfied.

The young man in white put away the flowers, lowered his head and looked aggrieved like a child who admitted his mistakes, and he snickered and looked at the bamboo forest at the bottom of the lake, not like he was admitting his mistakes. The next second, just around him, the bamboo broke out of the lake, one, two, three intertwined with each other, the bamboo leaves attached to every corner, and soon, a bamboo pavilion stood on the surface of the lake, the young man in white stood in the center of the bamboo pavilion, his eyes were angry again, he looked up at the young man.

At this time, the young man was no longer sitting on the throne, but swaying on the wisteria swing, and he looked at the young man below, his face was still solemn, but the indifference was faded. Young young wave sleeves, the bamboo shoots from the pool and burst out, woven into a bamboo platform, the bamboo platform on the pen, ink and paper inkstone complete, the pen is goose feathers, the ink is carbon ink, the paper is bamboo paper, the inkstone is the mud inkstone.

The young man in white suddenly lost his joy in his eyes, and he looked at the bamboo platform in front of him, like a child who was about to be urged to study.

"Xiu, why was our race born in the world from top to bottom?"

The voice came from all around, solemn and vigorous, the face of the young man in white did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he was accustomed to it, he looked at the pen and ink on the bamboo pavilion, and held the weather absentmindedly, the feather was held by him, he was angry, he lay on the bamboo pavilion, put the feather pen in front of his mouth and sighed, dipped it in carbon ink, and wrote on the bamboo paper:

Maintain balance and create peace.

"What is used to sustain and what is used to create?"

Love and creation.

"In tens of thousands of years, how many people are left in our tribe?"

The boy paused and hesitated, and the feather pen drew dots on the bamboo paper, and finally wrote:

Three!

"Xiu, since the birth of our race, busy for all things, compromise for all things, and ...... for all things"

Before the voice could finish speaking, the young man named Xiu under the bamboo platform suddenly got up, losing happiness in his eyes, but the swing in front of him was rippling in the air, and the boy on the swing had already left, and he lost his happiness because the boy who called him Xiu always disappeared without saying a word.

The young man put down the pen, the sound no longer appeared, the lights of the ten thousand houses on the lake dimmed one by one, and the calm and vast lake, only a white-clothed figure remained, sitting by the bamboo platform in a daze, tapping the lake with his toes, without any sound. Sure enough, after the young man on the throne left, everything here would dissipate.

"Brother, for thousands of years, you are still the only one willing to visit me at the site of this candle sky. The boy lowered his head and said this, and every word and voice revealed loneliness.

When the lights were completely extinguished, the lake was covered with the flames of war, corpses, bloody blades, battle flags, the cold waning moon, the stinking river of blood, and the crying self standing in a pool of blood.

This is the real picture above the surface of this lake, Xiu knows that soon, this bamboo forest will also disappear, and another scene buried under the surface of this lake will also be revealed.

Before it could come out, a dark shadow appeared on the bamboo platform.

Sensing its presence, Xiu slowly turned around, his eyes hollow as if he was still silent in that loneliness.

"My lord, the human race has trampled on the Divine Domain for thousands of years, it's time to raise the battle flag, play the song of the gods, and crusade against them!"

Xiu looked at the black shadow coldly, as if looking directly into its eyes, and in the next second, a long knife passed through the black shadow, Xiu held the handle of the knife tightly, the black shadow dispersed, he still stood there stiffly, holding the handle of the knife tightly, and the air behind him began to boil.

The bamboo pavilion was dissipating little by little, the blazing flames were reflected from the lake, the smell of burnt paste came to the nostrils, the young man's white clothes were lit, the flames of the entire lake were burning him, the knife was inserted in the middle of the sea of fire, this was the beginning of this condolence meeting.