For Huang Yekui, in this world, most of the so-called outstanding people and talents are mediocre.

Huang Yekui has now lost this qualification, which is enough to despise the qualifications of all demons in the world, and now he is just a small Qi Cultivation Realm cultivator.

A weak Meishan disciple.

Therefore, the definition of herself is very clear and clear.

Try not to provoke the so-called geniuses.

It's not because they can't afford to provoke, but most of the so-called demons have very small hearts, and they can't put sand in their eyes, and they want to kill and eat people at every turn, and treat human life like grass mustard and living beings like ants.

It's not that the night flower is not used to it, on the contrary, the night flower understands it very well.

It's just that it's too weak now.

If you are targeted, there is always a lot of trouble.

The human heart is separated from the belly,

Although he was smiling on his face, he couldn't prevent it behind it.

Besides, Jiang Zixi is fine.

And Yang Shihan is different.

She's just an ordinary person.

Huang Yehua still has some concerns.

Therefore, the nightflower has always been very low-key and gentle.

Neither cause trouble nor be arrogant.

Just keep it as it is.

The small courtyard already has a few days of home.

Opposite the big willow tree is a fertile spiritual field cultivated by Huang Yekui himself, and several medicinal herbs have been picked and planted. And under the willow tree are the chaise longues, although winter is useless, but spring and summer will always come.

Lying on a recliner at that time can ease negative feelings.

Huang Yekui thought about digging another stream and lake, waiting for the summer to bathe when it approached, but now that winter was approaching, it was cold outside, and it was difficult to do it.

Huang Yekui wants to do it at the beginning of spring next year.

When the time comes, a few flame spirit stones are placed under the pond, and it is a natural hot spring. It is used to relieve fatigue and relieve the body and mind.

Huang Yehua fantasized like this.

The house has changed dramatically.

The humble house is now furnished with all sorts of soft furnishings, and the windows are hung with new curtains. The walls that were originally glowing with black are now white, and there are many special spirit stones that emit a soft light, which are like the stars of the night.

And the tables and chairs have been changed.

The old poplar tables, chairs and stoves have been replaced.

The cottage has changed.

Now I have a bit of the warmth of home.

It's a familiar warmth.

Although it can't be compared with the old residence, it finally has the appearance of home.

Huang Yehua is still very happy.

Jiang Zixi, who has always believed in simple ideas, also showed a heartfelt smile.

This world itself is contradictory, just like Huang Yekui's heart at the moment, although it seems that he is calm and calm every day. It's really a surging of thoughts, and the contradictions are incomparable.

Just like the autumn breeze blowing.

Thinking about the quiet years, there is no desire and no desire.

But he still thinks about Feng Yejing, but he still thinks about the road to eternal life.

Admittedly, there is no conflict between the two.

Or maybe that's what the vast majority of living beings think.

It is precisely because of this contradiction that it is the proof of vitality.

Everything in this world is contradictory.

All living beings who stand on the two rituals have the ability to negate and affirm, alternating between the two.

Just like the autumn day and the distant spring at this moment.

It's like a hot summer day and a cold winter.

Just like the paradoxical nature of the yellow nightflower.

Huang Yekui didn't know what to do, and she didn't know how to do it, although she wasn't confused, but she wasn't thorough enough.

Huang Yehua doesn't hate to implement everything thoroughly, such people will always unconsciously attract the people around them.

Huang Yehua doesn't have such a strong emotion.

In this world, it is a reincarnation.

Nor is it a reincarnation.

No one is a teenager anymore.

The flowers wither and the flowers are gone, and the origin is extinguished.

At this moment, the fallen leaves are very similar to butterflies flying in spring, and they are flying lightly.

If Jing'er also exists here, presumably the phoenix nightflower will be willing to fall and disappear from the world.

Nightshade stared at the willow tree.

Thinking.

The willow leaves that are falling today are undoubtedly elegant.

Then, the willow leaves that will be born in the coming year must be so handsome.

Will it be, as gentle as it is now?

Will it be a reminder of today's situation?

Probably not.

What is new is what is new.

It's a reincarnation, though.

But it's just similar.

Huang Yekui has no interest in cultivating the Immortal Dao, nor does he have much desire for power and wealth, nor does he have any feelings for other creatures other than his relatives.

Neither a merciful sage nor a cold-blooded and merciless killer.

Look at the clouds on the horizon.

Huang Yehua thinks it's really good to be like this.

The fragrance of golden cinnamon in autumn is bathed in the warm sunlight, like a fluttering butterfly.

Huang Yekui suddenly remembered that the pomegranate flower she had seen two years ago was just a pomegranate. The brilliant colors like sunset still remember the boys, they were flowers with special colors, bright and dazzling, dreamy and delicate.

There are quite similarities with Jin Gui at this moment.

The golden color is particularly eye-catching, it is like a pure fragrance like a mountain after rain, such as musk and orchid, refreshing people's hearts, making people feel intoxicated. The feeling of comfort that welled up from the bottom of my heart could not be suppressed.

But the thought of the good times was short-lived.

That's how it should be.

Huang Yekui once saw the late autumn season, such a moment of time, the green leaves of the sky gradually towards the autumn golden, into the twilight of the twilight, suddenly there is a kind of February pear blossom-like color, that is white dazzling, or like the twilight of the white hair, that is the color of sadness, but does not prevent its final beauty, in the withered yellow everywhere alone exudes a sad color, which makes people panic.

Like most monks, she likes to appreciate beautiful things, and the pear blossoms and peach blossoms in spring are the most popular among most monks.

That's beautiful.

It's just so beautiful.

is like Jiang Zixi's delicateness, which makes men obsessed.

All the variables and accidents seemed so haggard to Huang Yehua, so he could indeed live every day peacefully, even if it was something like the Snow Heavens, he was at ease, and never took it to heart.

After all, the years are quiet.

Falling flowers and flowing water, the waves are not alarmed.

No one will remember themselves, no one will know about themselves, and even if there will be remarks from the outside world, it will only be a whim, and then it will be forgotten. Just treat yourself as a clown.

That's the best.

Nightflower smiled.

That's how it should be.

Huang Yekui walked out of the courtyard, stepping on the land that suddenly became hard in late autumn, and the green scene in the eyes was no longer as green as yesterday, and it was cooler and cooler every day, and changed overnight.

The ground is littered with fallen leaves, dancing with the breeze. Huang Yehua stretched out her sleeves, as if holding the gloom of the whole autumn day, and the flying flowers and green leaves filled the sleeves.

It's so quiet that it's a little sad.

Huang Yekui just came out for a walk.

On occasions that are not noisy, there are only occasional passers-by and disciples beside Huang Yekui, whether it is to enjoy the depression and loneliness of autumn, or to understand the avenue of natural origin and fall.

Huang Yekui has an unknown mentality.

Or rather, it's a bit empty right now.

After all, it's too bland.

So much so that they want to breathe the so-called fresh air.

The inexplicable sadness came out of nowhere, and contradictory thoughts came to my heart.

Huang Nightflower stopped for a long time.

Against the clear blue sky, wandering white clouds.

As well as the fluttering spirit birds, the dappled golden light sprinkled between the shadows of the swaying leaves, and the swaying plants and flowers.

It reveals the inexplicable fragrance that has never been experienced in the past, or the joy of about to sleep and hibernation, or quietly, blooming like the last sunset on the edge of the clouds, and dying like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.

Death is always a very sad topic.

Nightflower doesn't like it.

But there is nothing to be done.

That's in the eyes of the nightflower.

In Meishan, the most mysterious mountain, along with the ruler himself, there are a few special cases hidden among the disciples, or a few strange people, and they can even be said to be crazy people who are different from ordinary people.

For example, yourself.

The reason why he came here is no longer traceable, and he has never known how Jiang Zixi joined the mountain gate.

It is true that the secrets buried here must be extraordinary, with mysterious and mysterious powers.

In the final analysis, the Falling Snow Holy Land is only a part of the Snow Family, as for the Snow Family in the Snow Emperor City, it seems to be an abyss hidden in the ocean, which seems to be calm, but in fact it is bottomless.

Even the phoenix nightflower doesn't know much about it.

In the past 10,000 years, what exactly is being planned and what its purpose is, Huang Yehua has no interest in knowing.

It doesn't matter if you defend the world, or if you want to do it for your own selfish desires.

Whatever it is.

As long as you don't disturb your peace.

Xue Yi, the city lord of the Falling Snow Emperor City.

The father of snowfall.

Nightflower frowned.

There are very few rumors about him, most of them are rumored to be low-key and unobtrusive, gentle and gentle, very much like a well-read poet.

In fact, Xue Yi is just following the steps of her predecessors, in the past 10,000 years, the wind, frost, rain and snow, the Falling Snow Emperor City has always been like this, no matter how demonic and heroic the birth is, this indifferent and detached world seems to have never changed until 10,000 years ago.

Although the night flower was surprised.

I don't know how to bind human nature.

You must know that within the rules, it is the living beings who will give birth to a rebellious heart, which is not something that can be prevented by human beings, but a consciousness that is like instinct and nature.

It's like desire.

Rules are used to bind people's hearts.

The same.

It is the same as the desire of nature.

It's never-ending.

is unfillable.

But I couldn't help but think of the appearance of the snow falling and the cold frost of the forest.

I don't know how this snow family did it.

Human nature is the most difficult to control.

If you keep this pure and low-key for nearly 10,000 years.

It's basically impossible.

Huang Nightshade's head hurts a little.

I only felt that the muddy waters of the Xue family were really dark.

The predecessors are mysterious.

The younger generations are even more dragons and phoenixes.