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Raising his eyes, at the end of the rain of flowers, a lonely and closed figure, standing in front of the lonely grave, stupidly looking at the blue tombstone in front of him, on the stele, clearly engraved with a few lines of blood-red characters, from left to right, respectively: "Eternal Imperial Princess, the tomb of the rain listening!"

At the same time, above these two columns, there are a few lines of slightly smaller blood words, saying: "Seven generations of Buddha, three thousand rotations, one thought in this life, do not fall into the flow of years, peach blossoms, a lifetime of deep love." ”

This figure is none other than the Feather Emperor.

In front of the stele, the peach blossoms rained, and at this moment, I saw him standing quietly like a sculpture, motionless, speechless for a long time...

Whoa!

The endless breeze blew the world, blew away the peach blossoms of the world, raised his three thousand long hair, blew up his robe, and made a rattling sound, but he was suddenly unaware, because, at this moment, he had already fallen into the memories of the old days, looking at the cyan stone tablet in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the past, once, in the past seven lives, all the pictures and bits and pieces that were issued...

Once, in that distant past, in the seven lives that had passed, Emperor Yu's previous life had never given him a trace of love, and every life would only give her endless pain and endless regrets.

Now, in this life, thinking back to the scenes of the past, recalling the indifference and hurt to Yu Tingyin in his previous life, Yuhuang's heart couldn't help but feel a pain, as if it had been torn apart...

Everything that once was, the past, and now, although countless years have passed, the guilt and remorse hidden in the soul in every life, every time, have never disappeared.

It, deep in the depths of the soul, has long been turned into obsession, into a nightmare, with reincarnation, from the distant past, has continued to the present, always clearly existing in the memory...

Everything that has been there has long been the biggest wound in his heart, the most untouchable pain, a recall, a heartache, a thought, is a death...

"Whew!" In the peach blossom forest, before the lonely grave, looking at the inscription in front of him, Emperor Yu was silent for a long time, until after a long time, he breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly looked up at the air.

Looking at the pink peach blossoms flying around in the sky, Yuhuang lost his mind for a while, and gradually his thoughts flew into the distance with the peach blossoms, flying to the distant past...

The seventh life of the Buddha, the reincarnation of the seventh life, the mistake of forgetting the seventh life, the regret of the seventh life, is it really the floating world without fate?

The Buddha said that the origin of smoke and dust, a red dust past, a lifetime of love and two injuries.

Under the Bodhi tree, the ancestor Buddha thought, what is fate? Acquaintance is fate.

It's just that reincarnation is always forgotten, and once in the past, it is often a double injury...

Remember.

That year, the red dust looked at each other, and in the blink of an eye, reincarnation had become a thing of the past.

That time, the ten fingers were interlocked, and looking back, the floating world had already become a disaster...

Look at the peach blossoms, one after another, pink sky, reincarnation, who is missing?

The smoke and dust of the seventh generation, now, although it has long passed, but everything that has been, how can it be forgotten?

I never forgot it.

Under the flowers of the third world, the red clothes of the first life are promised, and now, the flowers are like the old years, and the red clothes have been dyed, just like the bright colors of that year, but now, where are the old people?

The love of one life, who is the end? I don't understand the deep affection? The seventh generation of Shaohua was reincarnated, and in the end, the first life became a death.

Next to the Sansheng Stone, in front of Manjuluo, who planted the thoughts?

On the side of his career, whose glance poured out three lives, and since then, he has forgotten the prosperity of the seventh world.

Before the seven turns of the Buddha, the reincarnation turned into eyes, looking through the red dust, who was the attachment of that word?

Under the heavenly Buddha flowers, the oath is like a fairy, the flowers are raining, a flower is a word, a word is a thousand years.

On the edge of the wind, there are three thousand words, whose tender whispers? freeze the years, do not reincarnate for this life, just ask him, a life of Chang'an...

Under the ten-sided trees, paper kites are flying, branches are tilting, swinging the wind chimes that have passed, green leaves during the day, the flying wish paper, in the end, whose thoughts are touched, whose hearts are disturbed?

That year, the red dust and light rain, the floating life did not stop, and the yellow spring on the other side was determined to be seven lives.

Peach Blossom I, blooming, seven lives and seven lifetimes of attachment.

A trace of obsession, dyed out, reincarnated ten miles of demons.

How deep is the love? poured out, the prosperity of three lives and seven lives.

A lifetime of nightmares, dancing, nine days and ten earths of affection.

Reincarnation is like a dream, and the seventh life is like snow.

In the seven lifetimes, the love of that lifetime is like a snow that has lasted for seven lifetimes, although it is holy and beautiful, but it is never long, and each life is only a brief glimpse, and it has dissipated, leaving only the sorrow of the world and the regret of eternity.

"Yin'er, I still remember the Immortal World, in that life, you turned into rain, and you once cried and asked me, 'Why? Your eyes are always so cold? It's so cold that people can't get close, it's so cold that people are desperate!' Yes, why did I be so cold, so desperate

Love, Yin'er, you know, Yuhuang really regrets it, if I can, I am willing to do everything to compensate you..."

"Yin'er, I still remember that you asked me before, will I forget you, and after a long, long time, will I still remember you..." Speaking of this, Yuhuang sighed fiercely and said, "Yin'er, how can I forget? How can I forget?

Cut, I have already penetrated into my soul, even if one day, I will forget myself, I will not forget you, forget everything in the past seven lives and seven lives..."

"I still remember that the listening valley that year was as gorgeous as it is now, full of peach blossoms. That day, dancing under the endless rain of flowers, that is, that time, I saw your beautiful smile for the first time, Yin'er, you know?

Tell you, from now on, the smile on your face is the eternal I want to protect for the rest of my life, but...

Speaking of this, as if he thought of something, he saw that his face was painful, he exhaled fiercely, and said with self-reproach: "It's just that I didn't protect you, I didn't protect you, I didn't..."

"Yin'er, Yuhuang knows that you are afraid of the dark, afraid of loneliness, and very afraid of being alone, but, don't be afraid, Yuhuang is here, Yuhuang will accompany you here, how many years, since leaving Tingyin Valley, Yuhuang has never been with you well, this time, let Yuhuang be good

Accompany you, accompany you..." After speaking, he sat down slowly, with a pair of vicissitudes of life, looking at the cyan tombstone in front of him stupidly.

Sou!

In the peach blossom forest, at this moment, I saw that not long after Emperor Yu sat down, a faint golden color suddenly flew out of the lonely tomb and rushed towards the endless sky.

It's just that Yuhuang is completely unknown, because, at this moment, he is already immersed in the memories of the past, and he can't extricate himself, and he doesn't know anything about the outside world...