It was the time of autumn rain, although the sky was full of haze, like a heavy black stone pressing on the chest. But the silence of late autumn makes Huang Yekui very familiar, he likes this cleanliness, especially loves to hold an oil-paper umbrella in the rain to watch the rain.

Although it is cold to the bone, the mood is sad.

But it can't stop that freedom and ethereal.

In late autumn, the rain quiets everything down, and all you can hear is the peaceful sound of cool rain drops falling into the soil, but other than that, only the grass and trees swagger and the cool breeze blows.

It's different from the darkness outside the house.

Inside this humble hut, there is a lot of spring.

Huang Yekui lifted a small bench and sat alone under the eaves, holding her chin with her hands to watch the rain sluggishly.

Huang Yekui is thinking.

Thinking about how to speed up the progress of "Eternal Life".

Now Huang Yekui's cultivation is precisely the pinnacle of the Qi cultivation realm, but the bottleneck has not been loosened for a long time, and there is no sign of breaking through, even if the effect of sitting and enlightening is not ideal.

Huang Yehua wondered what had gone wrong.

If it is normal, if there is a cultivation of the Feather Immortal Codex, there is no doubt that the foundation has been built at this moment, and the foundation can also be called solid, after all, he has been hovering in qi cultivation for so long......

But "Eternal Life" is so anxious.

Huang Yekui considered whether to replace this exercise.

There are too many exercises left in Jiang Zixi's space ring now.

Among them, there is an imperial scripture that is not inferior to the "Feather Immortal Canon".

Huang Yehua thought.

"Creation and Eternal Life" and "The Book of the Human Emperor"

These are all the housekeepers of the yellow nightflower.

It is now in the custody of Jiang Zixi.

Huang Yehua couldn't think of anything.

So I didn't think about it, since I have cultivated this ordinary exercise, and I have survived from the torrent of history, it must be extraordinary, and even return to the basics.

After all, it really doesn't work.

It's good to change the exercises.

Time is too rushed, and there is no room for Huang Yehua to be willful and presumptuous.

And at this moment, the dim candle flame in the room flickered slightly, and the dim glow of fireflies burned, reflecting on the face of the woman sleeping soundly on the bed.

It is two women who are beautiful and fragrant.

The dusty face was full of fatigue.

The fragrant fragrance of a woman's body permeates the small, humble house.

The slight breathing of the two women could be heard, as well as the thick bedding one after another.

The beautiful and sparkling Joan nose trembled slightly.

Nightflower smiled.

That's what happiness is.

The so-called pursuit is the same.

All the injustice and sorrow in this world seem so small and small under this scene.

At this moment, Huang Yehua has witnessed it several times.

Even the Dao Heart that had been built for a long time was on the verge of collapse.

It's clearly tough, but why is it so delicate.

Nightflower couldn't understand.

Even began to doubt themselves.

Along the way, their own correctness.

It is true that the world is sad.

Can.

This beauty and happiness are real.

Those dusts are sealed in the minority and common sense, and the scene called happiness always exists.

What kind of conviction is it that makes all the sighs and sorrows suffered by the living beings of the world make them refuse to give up, and would rather be humiliated than run away?

It's called happiness.

It's called a beautiful day.

This is the source of the greatest sorrow of living beings, if there is no so-called happiness, I am afraid that no one is willing to be humiliated and willing to sink.

All people are free.

Can.

This happiness is so, so fascinating.

That.

Even the heart of the phoenix nightflower showed signs of crumbling.

Self-doubt arose.

I want to find Zhijing'er, and then sink together, and don't care about anything else.

Yes.

Just live this life in peace.

Spend a full moon every day.

See.

What a happy situation.

If living beings are born with a burden.

Isn't it meaningless, then, for all living beings to pursue eternal life with one heart toward the Word?

There is nothing but emptiness at the end of the place.

There is nothing but emptiness and loneliness.

It's pointless.

Such an easy-to-understand truth.

But it can't stop the persistent pursuit of trillions of creatures.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of the unknown and flawlessness that the desire of trillions of living beings has been aroused.

Huang Yekui can't talk about a pure heart and few desires.

At the very least, Nightflower still knows what her path is.

That can't be done at all, and in the end it's undoubtedly a mantis arm blocking the car, and it's just vulnerable.

No matter how strong you are, no matter how invincible you are in the world.

Can.

The nature is different.

What is sought is undoubtedly emptiness.

It is an impossible reality.

Therefore.

At some point in the past, there were signs of collapse in the heart of the heart, at this moment.

The thought of giving up everything lingers in my mind, and I become no longer pure, so that I am confused.

Everything is doomed.

No matter how much you struggle, the ending is fixed.

No matter how much it changes, this is something that even a "miracle of cause and effect" cannot do.

I can't do it if I take it for granted.

But you have to try it.

Nightflower knows.

Those who pursue illusion and gain nothing.

This is your own path.

Thereupon.

It is natural for him to maintain the current situation of despair, not to soar for nine days.

Willing to sink into the night.

In the end, it is nothing.

This is something that I already knew.

Can.

The real thing is all around you.

That's the thing that makes the night flower deeply obsessed.

For this.

There is still a way to go.

The cause and effect of planting still have to be picked.

Huang Yekui softened her gaze at the second daughter under the firelight.

Maybe it's because the nightflower has changed too much recently.

Whether it's a fragmented life, a dark day for too long, or since the loss of cultivation, the body has subconsciously developed towards the so-called "end".

Whether it's the golden mangs called hope, or the azure frost and snow that lingers in the sky.

are changing the body and structure of the phoenix nightflower all the time.

Since the loss of cultivation.

Nightshade can be clearly felt.

Nightshade has become a beast dominated by desire.

Desire is expanding all the time.

The arrogance revealed subconsciously, the attitude of no one in his eyes, the competitive spirit of competing with each other, and the deep exhaustion of the two beauties.

Nightflower knew that the problem was there.

It can also be powerless to change.

Since two years ago, if I had followed the original trajectory, I was afraid that I had lost myself in the cage of desire and become a "minion of despair".

If at that moment, he had never touched the "Lethe River".

Will you become a "minion of despair"?

Huang Yekui didn't dare to gamble.

Huang Yehua can't afford to lose.

If you lose a bet, you have nothing, and if you win, you just maintain the status quo.

Even if the intuition in the dark tells me that I am not lost, and that I am fundamentally different from others, but even so.

Nightflower needs pain to numb herself.

Immersed in pleasure, sinking is inevitable.

Even if you don't become a "minion of despair", you will become a member of the "atmosphere".

This is what the nightflower does not want to see.

Life needs to be lonely.

This is also the reason why Jing'er did not come to find herself.

Even so.

Since Jing'er is in the same place as herself, will Jing'er also be in the same situation as herself?

Huang Yehua didn't dare to think about it.

But.

Yellow nightflower can also be thought of.

She and Jing'er are fundamentally different from others.

That's it, and that's for the future.

Huang Yehua propped up the oil-paper umbrella and gently closed the wooden door.

Facing the twilight autumn rain.

Dashing.

The sound of rain dripping on oil-paper umbrellas.

There was a cool and humid breeze.

The rain wet the slender hem of the nightflower's pants.

Huang Yehua was a little unacceptable.

Trampling on somewhat slippery ground.

Somewhat slippery.

Huang Yehua was cautious.

Like a child, pacing.

The sky was getting darker.

An autumn rain and a cold.

Providence is getting colder and colder.

Huang Yekui is wearing a thin spring shirt.

The fallen leaves are not like on a sunny day, like flying elves.

Wet fallen leaves drifted down.

Huang Yekui's heart was empty.

The end of September in the far north is also very cool.

This outright coolness made Huang Yekui feel uncomfortable.

If the wind is calm, the waves are not alarmed.

Huang Yehua holds an oil-paper umbrella.

Drifting away in the autumn rain.

All the way down Meishan.

The boots were covered in mud.

You need to put a little pressure on your legs.

Huang Yehua saw a smooth stone on the side of the road, so she went up and knocked it.

Huang Nightflower stepped on the bluestone slab.

Much more comfortable.

All the way forward.

Come to the gate of the Snowfall Sanctuary.

In the haze of smoke and rain, in the smoke and mist like a spring day.

Standing here with an oil-paper umbrella was a man.

A green coat swayed in the wind, and his slender body was slightly weak.

Stand in the cool breeze and drizzle.

In the thin mist of water rising beneath your feet.

The man's handsome and handsome face gradually became clear.

His eyes were as bright as the stars.

In the gloomy rain, it was a little dazzling.

Huang Yehua held an oil-paper umbrella and stood quietly.

Staring at the overly handsome familiar face.

The man was surrounded by unspeakable strange qualities.

It's as if the world revolves around it.

That's how it should be.

To be honest, Nightflower doesn't hate him.

On the contrary, the man in front of him was one of the very few people who deserved to be met in person.

The man in front of him is one of the very few people in the world who can't see through Huang Yehua.

It's not because of how powerful his cultivation is.

So, Huang Yekui looked at Xiaoxiao and said.

"Dongjun, long time no see. ”

The man with the oil-paper umbrella smiled.

"Hey!"

"It's a dream!"

"It's unbelievable. ”

"It's actually a living phoenix nightflower!"

The man in the haze said.

Huang Yekui was a little distressed.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and we meet like this.

It would be such an opening statement.

Nightflower also wanted to taunt him.

After thinking about it seriously, that's it.

The man in the twilight rain smiled.

When Huang Yekui saw him like this, she went up and mocked him.

"You impostor emperor is still as annoying as ever. ”

Xia Dongjun smiled even more.

Dressed in green clothes.

A cloth coat.