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On the ground, in a dense place not far away, Haotian stood there with a painful expression, at this moment he no longer had a trace of the chic he once had, his slender body trembled because of the extreme pain in his heart, his face was distorted, his face was full of tears, and his lips trembled. His eyes were red and he muttered, "Why... Why.. Why is this happening.."

Tian Chizi's expression was in a trance at this moment, his mood was extremely heavy and extremely lost.....

"What kind of realm is that.... In vain I have been cultivating for 1,800 years.... In vain, I claim to be the first person in Tianyuan..... It turns out that I'm just an ant....." Tian Chizi muttered to himself.

In the sky, the figure of the young man is already a faint illusory shadow at this moment, and I am afraid that it will dissipate if a breeze blows....

The young man turned his head with sadness, relief, and a complicated look in his eyes..... Slowly scanning the whole world, as if to take a look at the world, looking at the last .....

"The Void Gate is closed.... The years to come. There will never be any more chaos between heaven and earth......"

"There will never be me again.... Dream back to the ancients.. Everything will dissipate ... Good bye.. I was...."

"My Tao is self-attachment, and it is my original intention that I will never forget no matter how many reincarnations... It's a promise to you...

The young man's eyes finally looked at the direction in which the red light disappeared in Wang Yi's body. There seems to be a memory. It also seems to be deeply blessed...

His voice rang in the sky for a long time...

A light breeze blows... The figure dissipated into the sky like a wisp of green smoke.....

Autumn goes to spring. The years have changed

The frost sword and snow sword of those years.

It has carved a mark in everyone's heart

Some slowly dissipate.

Some are still precipitated in the wind...

Something. Some...

Some memories that can't be touched...

Or is it deeply rooted.....

Mount Taiko, at the foot of the southwest mountain.

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Pieces of cirrus clouds like goose feathers spread out in the sky, with the rising sun, are rendered with orange-red light, from a distance, like a dream...

The breeze blows the mist rising from the mountains and forests, and the mist is like wisps of green smoke. Floating out of the green pines and instantly blending into the world, this simple picture is faintly contaminated with a dusty atmosphere.

Luofeng Village has long been a deserted village. Countless houses have also collapsed under the wind of the sun and wind of the years. There are layers of dead leaves on the ground, piled up into a thick blanket, and the breeze blows, occasionally revealing some gray withered wooden rafters, as if telling the prosperity of the past....

The ruined village, among the ruins and broken tiles, can still be seen one after another mast stands there lonely, as if doing the last struggle of fate,,, the broken corners of the wall, cobwebs are covered in the middle... At the entrance of the village, a few ancient pines swayed gently in the morning breeze, and when I got closer, I saw three mounds standing alone under the shadow of the pines...

Today, September 9, Chongyang.

Outside the deserted village, with the morning breeze blowing, a beggar came in the distance, and the beggar's figure staggered along the path at the entrance of the village.

The beggar carries a white package behind his back and holds a jar of wine in his right hand. While walking, I gulped wine into my mouth from time to time....

The beggar was in rags and his clothes were covered with dust. A piece of hair that looked like a bird's nest covered his face.

With a gust of morning breeze, the hair on his face was gently blown up by the wind, and his face was vaguely revealed, and he saw the beggar in his thirties. With a thin face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he looks handsome. It's just that the sadness revealed between his expressions gives people an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.

Soon arrived at the entrance of the village, under the ancient pine. In front of the three lonely mounds. The beggar stopped.

The beggar slowly looked at the three mounds in front of him, and his gaze lingered on the one on the right for a long time. At this moment, the beggar's original face showed a hint of a smile, but it gave people the feeling that there seemed to be joy and pain....

After a long time, the beggar slowly sat down in front of the mound. Putting down the wine jar in his hand, he carefully removed the white package from behind him with both hands, and the package was opened, but inside were eight steaming steamed buns. The beggar put the steamed buns in front of the grave one by one, and said as he put them: "Little junior brother, senior brother has come to see you.... I brought you your favorite steamed buns..."The beggar had a smile on his face, but his voice was already a little choked.

The steamed buns were neatly placed on the mound, the beggar sighed, his expression was trembling, and the faint sadness was difficult to hide, and the beggar picked up the wine jar on the ground, put it to his mouth, and kept drinking...

After about seven or eight sips, the beggar's face turned pale. The beggar put down the wine jar, raised his head and looked at the tomb, and said in a choked voice: "What becomes an immortal, what becomes a god, it's all bullshit, come, little junior brother, you eat steamed buns and I drink. Senior brother will accompany you..."After speaking, he picked up the wine jar and put a jerk in his mouth.

"Little junior brother, senior brother is useless, back then... Senior brother watched you turn to ashes in front of me..... Senior brother doesn't even have the courage to go up... Yes... Senior brother, I'm sorry for you.... Senior brother, I'm sorry for you.,,,,,,Senior brother is really useless.. Senior brother is a waste ......." As he spoke, tears from the corners of his eyes could not stop falling.

"Little junior brother, twenty years have passed... You should have already been reincarnated, don't be a monk in the next life, it's better to be a mortal....... How good is carefree....... At the very least, there is family affection........ At least don't worry about being hurt by the people you trust the most......"

The beggar was talking to himself, and he kept putting wine in his mouth....

The expression on his face was also crying loudly for a while, laughing loudly for a while.......

I don't know how much time passed, but the sky gradually darkened. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the green hills and trees in the distance had also become dark under the clouds....

In the thunder, the rain fell loudly, and the beggar sat in front of the grave without realizing it...... Crying..... Laughing.....

"Come, little junior brother, do it...."

The wine jar in his hand was also empty, and the beggar slowly slept in front of the grave, letting the rain pour on him.

Maybe he was drunk, maybe he was asleep, and there was a rare smile on his face, which seemed to release his tiredness and seemed to dissipate his sadness.

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