The tent was big enough, and after looking at the starry sky for a long time, Aunt Qing found that she had already slept for the rest of her life.

He lay down in his clothes, his coat only half undone, and he snorted heavily from exertion between his breaths.

For the rest of my life, today is too far to go.

Aunt Qing helped Yu Sheng untie her coat and put a blanket over the two of them.

There was only one tent and only one blanket, and needless to say, these were all deliberate for the rest of my life.

Aunt Qing trayed her fingers on Yu Sheng's lips and nose, and finally pinched his nose and said proudly, "Let you do whatever you want." ”

The rest of his life in his sleep broke free and turned to Aunt Qing and continued to sleep, with a smile on the corner of his lips, but the saliva remained, and he didn't know what he dreamed of.

There was a lot of noise outside, setting off the silence of the forest, and Aunt Qing plucked the long hair on her forehead for the rest of her life, and slowly sank into her dream after being stunned for a while.

In the dream, she returned to the city of Chang'an before it was broken, put herself under the extinction of the stars, and watched the meteor smash Chang'an down.

The river poured back, Chang'an was not there, she was alone and helpless in the ruins of Chang'an City, surrounded by darkness and loneliness.

Endless cold came over her.

This was a dream, and Aunt Qing kept reminding herself in her dreams that she had escaped when the stars fell, and she had never experienced such despair.

Thousands of years of dreams, even in dreams, there is vigilance.

Rao is like this, Aunt Qing still can't wake up, fear and sorrow wrap her heart, let despair drown everything, let her breath in the water.

Suddenly, the self in the dream broke away from the body, kept floating upward, and slowly saw the body floating in the water, small, scattered, white, and pale.

She looked at her childhood self, floating lonely and motionless in the dark water.

In the water, a cold solo came from among the ruins: "People go to high-rise buildings." Say goodbye to the dream, Yangzhou sleeps ......"

"Finely weaved, how much ...... frost silk" Aunt Qing in the dream sang along, "To Chang'an, to the autumn lantern, a few people are old." ”

"You, really can't bear to let it sleep forever under the cold water, don't you really want to know the truth?"

As Aunt Qing hummed, the little girl's voice sounded in her ears, like cold water piercing her bones.

When Aunt Qing panicked, the young Zhao'er floating in the water suddenly raised her head, her eyes were empty, and she said softly: "You, why don't you want to go home..."

"No, I—" Aunt Qing shook her head, and suddenly returned to the little girl's body, struggling desperately in the water, hoping to escape the nightmare, but in vain.

It wasn't until the icy water slowly warmed up that Aunt Qing noticed that she had surfaced, and her surroundings were bright, with birds flying by, and spring flowers blooming on the shore.

Floating and drifting in the water, Aunt Qing fell into a deep sleep again, until early in the morning, listening to the crisp birdsong of the bamboo forest and slowly waking up.

When she opened her eyes, a chest was in front of her, and then Aunt Qing realized that she had been held in her arms for the rest of her life and had been sleeping peacefully until now.

Aunt Qing didn't want to leave for a while, and only after she was completely awake did she carefully raise the arm that held her for the rest of her life, ready to get up quietly.

However, as soon as Yu Sheng's arm was raised, Aunt Qing saw that he opened his eyes, looking at her with clear eyes, and was stunned for a while.

This reminded Aunt Qing of the sluggishness of the rest of her life when she was young, she was really stupid, she should have thought that this kid's IQ would follow his mother at that time.

Yu Sheng understood at this time, and pulled Aunt Qing back into his arms as soon as he retracted his arms, "I still want to run after taking advantage, no way." ”

"Devils rarely take advantage of you. Aunt Qing pushed him, "It's obvious that you are not honest at night." ”

At this time, Aunt Qing remembered the nightmare she had last night, "Did I say anything about my dream last night?" she looked up at him from the rest of her chest.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and looked at Aunt Qing quietly, and after looking at each other for a while, Yu Sheng suddenly smiled, "You said you like me in your dream, afraid that I will hear it?"

"The little aunt didn't say such things. Aunt Qing patted Yu Sheng's chest and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

There is no going back to home, so it is better to bury it in the bottom of your heart and never let it surface.

As soon as a person is born, the future has been determined by heaven.

The King of the Eastern Wilderness said that the Heavenly Dao is not superior, it is beside everyone, and the talent is determined by the Heavenly Dao, giving each new life in reincarnation.

As for sweat and hard work, it is necessary for all immortals.

The saints of the Central Plains human race 10,000 years ago were born in large numbers, thanks to the heavenly convulsions in those years, which gave human beings the talent of defying the heavens, and gave birth to a group of saints who passed through the heavens and latitudes.

However, Aunt Qing's talent is not high, and she only realized the way of the sword with the help of the King of the Eastern Wilderness, and she still realized it very slowly after attaining the Tao, so that the city lords of Yanting came to the top.

Her talent determines that the gods who destroyed Chang'an City are not something she can deal with, and with her talent, no matter how many million years there are, she will not be able to find the answer to the city being destroyed by the stars.

Therefore, for thousands of years, the only thing she understands is to look forward, what has passed cannot be traced, and what has been lost is difficult to return.

"Let go of the heavy baggage and move forward with ease, which is what your parents want. The rest of his mother said.

"It's not a kiss, let's say we're a baby kiss. ”

Yu Sheng's words made Aunt Qing come back to her senses and look at Yu Sheng blankly, "What, what did you say?"

Looking at Aunt Qing's stunned appearance, Yu Sheng pressed her under her on one side of her body, and whispered in her ear, "I said, I love you so much, I love you so much, I love ......you so much, I love you so much."

Yu Sheng paused, moved his head in front of her, and looked into her lips, "Love to do anything for you." ”

After that, the rest of her life kissed down, so that Aunt Qing forgot her doubts.

When she forgot her feelings, Aunt Qing suddenly opened her eyes and looked fiercely at the rest of her life.

Yu Sheng's neck shrunk, and he smiled awkwardly: "Haha, that, in the morning, everything is recovering, and some places can't help but want to move." ”

Just as he was explaining, seeing Aunt Qing's murderous eyes, the rest of his life moved away instantly, "I'll make breakfast", and in a blink of an eye, the person was already outside the tent.

After a while, Miss Zhao also came out, her face was full of shame, and she looked at Yu Sheng's eyes with a murderous aura that was unique to Yu Sheng.

Breakfast is a soup made with seaweed for the rest of my life, and these are all redeemed in the system, and they are delicious.

The sword spirit, who never had breakfast, was even tempted to come out and drink two large bowls.

After breakfast, we continued on our way.

As the saying goes, Wangshan walked down the horse, although Zhushan had already appeared in sight, but it was not until noon that everyone rushed to Zhushan.

The name of Bamboo Mountain is Zhushan, but there is not a single bamboo, and there are even few flowers and plants, all of which are strange-shaped stones standing craggy, full of cliffs and steep walls.

The mountain peak is much higher than the hills in the bamboo sea, which is a barrier to the bamboo sea, and from it to the west, it is full of other trees, and there is not a single bamboo.

In addition, there is a spring at the top of Zhushan Mountain, which produces a large amount of water and spouts out directly, and then forms a pond on the top of the mountain.

The pond is turquoise, there are no fish in it, the shore is covered with moss, and the overflowing water flows down a natural ditch to the southeast, watering the entire bamboo sea.

At noon, they stayed here for a little longer, and Aunt Qing stood on the top of the hill to the east, sketching something on the paper with a pen.

After driving the three-legged bird elsewhere, Yu Sheng made a cup of tea and walked behind Aunt Qing with it.

"Fairy, please have a cup of tea. Yu Sheng hugged her behind him and handed the tea to the front.