The last chapter is a scroll of wooden tablets that are rubbing in Huzi's hand, except for the opening sentence, the rest of the handwriting is scribbled, as if written in a panic. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this moment, Huzi is rubbing the text on the bluestone in a similar way.

The shape is similar but the god is not exhausted, and it is the apparent feeling brought by the lack of words.

It begins with the following words: In three hundred and fifty-two years, the dust passed on to the ninth generation of the country, and it was finally destroyed. The emperor's mandarin duck is a sinner. This sentence is neatly written, and there are two wooden tablets left behind, and the words after it are scribbled, and the book says:

"In three hundred and fifty years, the mandarin duck met Hou for the first time, and heard that Hou unified the southern part of Qin, and expected that Hou would be involved in the north this time, and he would come to Dingbei. The mandarin duck wanted to drive him out of the country, but the moment he saw him for the first time, the mandarin duck's eyes were colorful, and in the past eighteen years, only once, red, orange, yellow, red, blue, blue, and purple all appeared.

The mandarin duck is selfish, unwilling to let him go, and vainly wants to influence Hou with dusty national customs. Hou lived in the dust country during the period, the culture of the dust, the mandarin duck was pleased with the original intention or can be realized, one by one to introduce it, but a year later, the mandarin duck personally saw the Hou as the dust country of the detailed map, and finally knew that Hou was the marquis of Qin, in order to drive him out of the country.

As soon as he came out of the dust country, Hou met the people who peeped into the dust, and the mandarin duck couldn't bear it, so he was to protect him and enter the mountain. I wanted to wait for the dust country to be stable, and send the marquis out of the mountain, but I didn't want to enter the dust country again, and there was no day to come out.

One day, the father and the queen died for no reason; On the second day, dozens of officials were killed, and the doctors did not know the cause; After that, people died every day for no reason, until the beginning of 352, dozens of houses on the east side of the palace collapsed for no reason, and large pits appeared in many places in the jungle outside the city for no reason.

At the right time, the mandarin duck thought and the emperor sea pearl used by the ancestors to create the country, but looking through the historical books, only the ancestors mentioned this pearl in the narrative, and there was no other paper record. When the mandarin duck was fruitless, he flipped through the notes of the Hou, found some marks in a map of the dust country, and after several searches, he found a secret room under the palace and found the pearl of the emperor, but the surface of the pearl has been broken all over.

Mandarin ducks are born without seeing color, but they can hear the sound of things, the animals are the top, and the plants are the bottom, which is to drive away wild beasts. When he saw Emperor Haizhu, the mandarin duck felt that he had a spirit, but he communicated with his heart and entered a mysterious realm of emptiness, and woke up the next day, glad to see that Emperor Haizhu had recovered slightly, but he felt tired, and his hair turned white overnight, and his face was ten years old.

The mandarin ducks are frightened, but if they are dusty people, the consciousness of sacrificing their lives will be born early. However, at sunset on this day, the Yi tribe invaded, and the reckless mechanism of protecting the dust was already in danger, and it itself could not defend against foreign enemies, and was only used for confusion, so it could not resist tens of thousands of Yi people.

Seeing that the dust country was hopeless, the mandarin ducks gathered the children of the dust, and ordered the right minister to protect them into the enshrined mountain. Worship the mountain, the burial place of the dust country, the dust people are proud of the burial mountain. The mandarin duck can not make the people happy in life, and they want to rest in peace, so naturally they are also lucky that the living quicksand outside the mountain may protect the dust people.

The dust country is broken, the mandarin duck hates the country breaker, although I don't know why the emperor Haizhu is disabled, although he does not suspect this gap in the Hou body, but as the dust king, he can't fully believe that Hou has nothing to do with it.

Standing high palace and facing the vast jungle, the sound of Yiren crossing is like the wind that rises in the stone alley under the silent night, and it will come to the city in the blink of an eye, the dust country is closed, and it is not trying to fight outside, it is to have no military defense, only the high wall of dust protects the people, and only the people can protect the country of their own lives.

The mandarin ducks were ashamed of the people of the dust, except for sending the children away, no one retreated, and swore to die with the dust.

The mandarin duck descended and opened the city gate, and the leader of the Yiren army who was tall and tall strode in, majestic and high-spirited. The mandarin duck ordered the door to be closed, shot the leader, angered the people outside the city, and the other groups attacked, and when they all went into the dust to slaughter the people, when the blood was red into a river, on the high palace, the mandarin ducks bowed to the people and apologized to the people, but it was not enough to repay the favor of the people.

Emperor Haizhu was shattered into fine pieces under the white Yue of the mandarin duck, and suddenly, all the sounds in the world began to disappear, and the sound of dust gradually dissipated, from far and near, the jungle was covered by yellow sand, the city of the dust country, the high wall collapsed, and the mandarin ducks did not hear the wailing of the dust people, but only heard the hope in their hearts, hoping that with their own death, the death of the country would give those who left a chance to live safely.

The dust people do not die, and the dust country survives even though it is dead. ”

The last chapter scribbled here stops, and Zheng Wan seems to be able to see the magnificent country of stone collapse one after another, burying everything in the dust country, including the peerless princess of the dust country and the people of the dust country.

At this moment, Zheng Guan felt depressed and uncomfortable in his heart, and the green in the yellow sand was annihilated, leaving only some children who arrived at Ci Mountain, which is now Du Er Mountain, to continue the blood of their ancestors.

The other bluestone slabs in this secret room only recorded the history of the dust country, and there was nothing particularly interesting to Zheng Guan, so she went out of the secret room, accompanied the moon all the way, and returned to Do'e Mountain.

Looking at the top of Du'e Mountain, Huo Lanjue should have been able to guess something from the remnants of the Dust Country back then, but he didn't give up, so he waited day after day, year after year. And if Mandarin Duck is only a Mandarin Duck, he trusts Huo Lanjue, so why did she hear Emperor Mandarin Duck's resentful voice and forget Huo Lanjue. Perhaps, this is just an illusion in the dark.

Whether it is Huo Lanjue, who is as bright as an immortal today, or Huo Lanjue, who has been as calm as a mountain for five hundred years, he is proud, he should choose to use civilization to conquer a country, and secondly, he will never destroy the foundation of the dust country behind his back, the dust country he loves.

In the process of history, there is always conquest or subjugation, war or peace, so we can lament the suffering in the troubled times, and praise the prosperity in the prosperous times, but we cannot judge who is right and who is wrong.

Everything is just that history is moving forward and never stopping.

Doom, doom, get through all the calamities, you will eventually get a trace of peace, look back at Pingtai Village, the depression in the heart gradually disappears, and the mood returns to tranquility.

"Sister......" Xiuxiu walked out of the mottled shadows of the trees and called her, her voice was dull.

Zheng Guan hummed lightly, silent, and waited for Xiuxiu's decision.

Xiuxiu stepped forward to stand side by side with her, and leaned her head towards Zheng Guan, she had been wearing a straw hat to cover all her expressions, and she couldn't see what was going on now.

Zheng Guan didn't like to be too intimate with people, but he couldn't bear to push Xiuxiu away, so he only frowned slightly and stood firmly.

After a long time, Xiuxiu said: "Sister, it's good that you can answer me." ”

When she spoke, her tone was much more relaxed, but her voice was still nasal, and she should have cried happily.

Zheng Wan was a little surprised, thinking about whether Xiuxiu had been with her for fifty years, and whether she had called her over and over again, so she got today's sentence "It's good that you can answer me." ”

Who would want to accompany a stranger for fifty years, either she asks for something, or she is innocent and kind. And to understand Xiuxiu, Zheng Guan wants to use the latter.

This is an innocent woman, undeniable, but it is also impossible to ignore that this is also a lonely woman, so like her past self, as long as she can find a little warmth, she will hold on to it and refuse to let go.

When I thought about it like this, most of my heart was gone.

"Am I heartless? Grandpa said that my father was killed, but I have no impression or feeling at all, my father is just a title for me, no flesh and blood. I only remember my grandfather, and I believe in him, so I know that it is my duty to avenge my father. But my sister is right, hatred is not everything. I'm a stupid person, and I can't think of complicated things, but the responsibility of this hatred alone has made me feel extremely heavy, and I can't carry anything heavier. ”

Xiuxiu paused, took a deep breath, and seemed to have made a big decision, "I want to avenge my father's revenge, but I won't care about the future of the Dongshu faction." ”

After she finished speaking, she lifted her straw hat and raised her face to look at Zheng Guan.

Zheng Guan turned his head and saw the bright moonlight reflected in Xiuxiu's eyes, and said softly: "Okay, but you need to think about it in the long run." ”

A hint of peace flashed in Xiuxiu's eyes.

In the early morning of the next day, Zheng Wan was about to leave for the immortal cultivation world, but Xiuxiu dragged it up, saying that she wanted to say goodbye to a friend.

The tiger ran from afar down the mountain, vigorous and steady.

Xiuxiu knew that she was going to part, her mood was naturally heavy, she frowned, her naïve heart has not changed for fifty years, Huzi has always been like a child, and the two of them get along very happily, even if there are no words.

Huzi smiled at Xiuxiu's eyebrows, and danced as usual to make Xiuxiu happy.

Zheng Guan was hidden behind the treetops, but when he saw the tiger dancing, he was so surprised that he almost fell from the tree.

The tiger was dancing wildly, it was not a dance at all, funny and clumsy, but Zheng Wan could feel an extremely faint, almost imperceptible trace of white spiritual power actually surrounding his side, and some of it entered his body.

Zheng Guan learned from Xiuxiu that Huzi's age was nearly sixty, but he seemed to be only in his forties, which may be related to spiritual cultivation.

Looking at Xiuxiu's reluctant expression, Zheng Guan's heart moved, and he walked out from behind the treetops.

Xiuxiu's expression was slightly surprised, because she had already made an appointment with Zheng Guan not to come forward.

When Huzi saw someone coming, the smile on his face was slightly retracted, and his eyes were a little puzzled.

"Huzi", Zheng Wan shouted: "Are you willing to leave Pingtai Village and go to a distant place?" ”

Xiuxiu understood, there was a surprise on her face, and suddenly it darkened again, and said, "Sister, the immortal cultivation world is dangerous after all. ”

Zheng Wan smiled slightly, and said to Huzi: "There are many dangers there, but maybe there are more things that will make you happy?" ”

Xiuxiu didn't understand what Zheng Wan said, and at this moment Huzi's smile bloomed again, but his eyes were unprecedentedly thoughtful.

Zheng Wan turned his back with a smile, "Tomorrow morning, I'll wait for you here, if you want to leave, I'll take you along." ”

After that, she no longer paid attention to Xiuxiu and Huzi, and went straight up from the air, falling to the protrusion on the cliff wall out of his sight, and meditating on cultivation.

Not long after, Xiuxiu came up to talk to her and asked her why, she thought about it and said, "The heart of seeking the Tao is found in everything." If you can lead him to the path, maybe he will be able to help you one day. ”

"Lead him to the path of immortals, but he doesn't know how his spiritual roots are." Xiuxiu said anxiously, although she regarded Huzi as a friend in her heart, she thought that he was just a mortal after all, and she didn't want to bring danger to him.

"Let's see his own choice, as for Linggen......" Zheng Wan said here, smiling without saying a word.

Xiuxiu suddenly realized, it is said that Zheng Guan is the legend of the five pseudo spiritual roots entering the Tao and the five pseudo spiritual roots building the foundation.

Zheng Guan raised her eyes and looked at the direction in which Huzi left, in fact, she could roughly guess the result in her heart, because she saw the confusion in Huzi's eyes when she was in the sky, and for a day, she just wanted to say goodbye to the person he wanted to say goodbye to.

The faint sound of "Zizi ......" came faintly from the mountains of Mt. Doe, and it was the long-dry cliff wall sucking up water. Suddenly, small snow fell from the sky.

"The snow has melted on the top of Mount Doe." Zheng Wan looked up and looked at it, it was vast, and the blue sky was the end.

I thought that even if the snow did not fall to the ground, it would turn into water and nourish the ground along the mountain, but it turned out that one day, the snow that fell on the top of the mountain would fall to the ground.

At this moment, in the east, the sun is rising, the world is clear and vibrant.

(Volume 3?-Nirvana Rebirth End) (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )