On the Forget Worry River on the mountainside of Qinggang Mountain, the fireworks are permeated, the original calm and waveless river, the waves are monstrous, and in the smoke and waves of Tengteng and slaughter, a young man with a long body and a jade body, wearing a green shirt, his long hair is scattered indiscriminately, his face is full of blood, although his face is sleepy, but he can't help but show a handsome and chic atmosphere.

He held a three-foot long knife in his right hand, shaped like a Tang knife, the color of the knife body was like ice, narrow and light, the end of the blade was 135 degrees obtuse, the tip of the back of the knife was 2 centimeters, the long blade, the small blade, the straight back, and the long handle could be held with both hands.

With his left hand, he gently held a dying woman in his arms. The woman's face was pale, but she couldn't hide her beautiful and gentle appearance, and the corners of her mouth kept bleeding, and she was struggling to breathe. The man looked at the woman in his arms tenderly, his eyes full of love and pity, but there were no words.

The beautiful woman tried hard to look up at the man's face, her lips moved lightly, "Fanxiang, you don't care about me, you can't fight this Heavenly God Clan, you can go,...... The further you go, the better...... Ahem...... cough "vomited a mouthful of blood, looking at the man with difficulty.

The man named Fanxiang gently rubbed the woman's cheek with his face, his heart was sad, and he looked at her eyes gently and attentively, "Lan'er, don't say it, okay?...... We'll be together forever!"

In the distant sky, many red shadows of the Vermilion Bird wandered in the air, shouting "Ya Ya Ya", but they hid far away, not daring to approach.

Up and down the river, there was no life, only a burning fire, a miserable smoke, and a scorching wind that stirred the flames "whirring". In the sky, lightning swept from time to time, and a thunderous rumbling sound, hitting the peaks of Qinggeng Mountain. The stones on the mountain smashed into the Lingtai Thatched Hall halfway up the mountain, and also smashed into the human villages at the foot of the mountain, and then, they were bounced open by an invisible bubble-like barrier that covered a radius of hundreds of miles.

In the nine heavens of the clouds, the sky is full of flags fluttering, erupting thousands of rui qi, and the killing machine is faint.

The Celestial Gods stood high above the flying clouds.

The Buddha of the West Heaven sits on the lotus platform of the high heavens, smiling with flowers, the Venerable Ka Ye stands in front of the seat with a Zen staff in his hand, the four Venerable Ones stand on the left and right, and the eight hundred Arhats are lined up on both sides, holding various Dharma weapons, with a solemn expression.

The Jade Emperor of Nantian sat on the throne, very solemn. The four heavenly kings are holding weapons and leading a group of strong heavenly soldiers, each holding a gun, a sword and a halberd, and the clouds and smoke are faint;

Beigong Meidi was also sitting on the dragon chair, caressing the bald eagle in front of him with his left hand, with a cold expression. Dozens of gold-armored gods below the fourth, one by one, with angry eyebrows, holding halberds and hanging whips.

The Buddha realm and the god race, at this time, are like a whole.

The nine heavens are like silk, the blue and white sky is like a huge bubble to protect the heavenly gods and Buddhas, and there are faint invisible holy lights like slight ripples to the eight wildernesses......

A young general in the clouds, with his eyes erect and slightly closed, his eyes are blazing, his face is like a crown of jade, handsome and chic, but his expression is cold. He wears a flying dragon purple gold helmet, wears a fish-scale purple gold armor, a collar of ochre gold silk robes, and holds a three-pointed two-edged knife, and then stands behind a small colonel, holding a big flag, on which there is a big gold character - "Yang", behind which there are dense layers of heavenly soldiers and generals, spears like forests, scimitars like grass, at a glance, countless, beating rumbling war drums, the momentum is huge.

Fan Xiang stood on the rushing peak of the Forget Worry River, gently hugged Nalan Rouruo, and coldly looked up at the flying clouds of the nine days, and the gold-painted Daxu with the word "Yang" on the face was waving in the fluttering wind,...... He lowered his head, kissed Rouruo lightly on the forehead, and said softly, "Don't worry, we'll all be fine." The tone was calm and calm.

"There are no mountains and mountains, rivers are exhausted, thunder and earthquakes in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are combined, only dare to fight you!" But ......" Nalan Rouruo raised her head and stared into the eyes of the man in front of her, feeling so painful.

She closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear fell down her cheek and fell into the river of forgetfulness......

"Are you in tears?"

"No, tears flowed down my heart. ”

Her cheeks flushed, she took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and used her strength on Fan Xiang's shoulder to stand up straight, one hand gently rubbed Fan Xiang's face, and turned her head, "Fan Xiang, I want to hear you sing again, okay?"

"Okay!" Fan Xiang looked at Nalan Rouruo and smiled softly. The fingertips play on the knife surface, the music is clear, and the sound is like a dragon's chanting-

There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it.

I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy.

The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world.

Helpless beauty, not on the east wall.

Replace the knife with the qin, and talk about the heart.

When I see Xu Xi one day, I am hesitant.

I am willing to match virtue and join hands.

I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed.

In this solemn atmosphere, only this song is lonely and melodious, and the deep and hoarse voice adds to the desolation of this killing field.

"Senior brother, your song is still so good, I really want to hear you tell the stories of those human villages under the mountain again. I really want to wait for Master's retreat to be complete, and after coming back from the Emei Golden Summit, I begged Master to follow you to the other world at the bottom of the mountain to have a look, but it's a pity, but unfortunately I can't wait for Master to get out of the customs. Ahem....... She coughed lightly, vomited out a mouthful of blood, looked up at the Lingtai thatched cottage halfway up the mountainside, slowly turned her gaze, looked at the human village deep in the clouds and smoke under the mountain, paused, and continued: "The golden pill we took from the Nantian Heavenly Court has already been handed over to Senior Brother Jin Toad, right? Senior Brother Jin Toad has already cast an enchantment for our Lingtai Thatched Cottage and the villages below the mountain, it seems that he has taken the senior brothers to use the golden pill to cure the plague that is rampant in the human villages under the mountain." Ahem,...... Those gods in the sky shouldn't be able to enter our enchantment, right? This is our home, and I hope that the senior brothers must protect her well, and they won't blame her when the master returns. ...... Ahem. ”

"Lan'er, don't talk, you'll be fine. Senior Brother and Senior Brother Changfeng and a few others have already taken the golden pill and gone to the bottom of the mountain to cure the plague that is raging in the world, you can rest assured. ...... Then I'll tell you about the scenery of the villages under the mountain, okay?" Fan Xiang held Nalan Rouruo's shoulder, looked at her, held back her tears, and said softly: "Under this foothill, there are more than 10 natural villages built by the mountains connected into a piece, covering an area of 180,000 square meters, with more than 1,000 households and more than 6,000 people. The crystal clear Forget Worry River passes through the village, and the wind and rain bridges with unique shapes span both banks. Their houses, built one by one, are built on the top of the mountain, with stilted buildings one after another. The wooden lofts, the gray-black tiles, and the terraced rice fields next to the village are spectacular. The architectural layout of the village is ingenious, the flower bridge, the drum tower, the stream, the stilted building are intertwined, as long as you are in it, you will be able to stop and stay for a long time. Their night view is very beautiful, whether it is when the lights are on or at night, the whole village presents a bull's head shape, and the beautiful night view can always make people slow down, or stop and watch. Their ancestor was Chiyou, who wore homemade coarse cloth and green clothes, and lived peacefully under this mountain for generations. The simple villagers, the quaint stilted buildings, the traditional indigo-dyed green cloth, the old ballad ,......" he murmured to her, tears still flowing down his cheeks silently.

"It's so beautiful, it's a pity that I can't go to the world with you to see it,...... Ahem. Nalan Rouruo raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, sighed, and looked at the depths of the clouds and smoke in the distance, her eyes were full of fascination.

Rou Ruo slowly turned around, stared at Fan Xiang's eyes, and then, grabbed Fan Xiang's neck, used all her strength, kissed Fan Xiang's lips, and then, spit out a white lotus seed, gently put it on her fingertips, and sighed faintly, "Senior Brother Fan Xiang, I love you! My lotus seeds are my soul, you eat it, but you can temporarily dredge your seven knots that were locked by Taishang Laojun with samadhi true fire, you immediately use your supernatural powers, and escape to a place where they can't find them, otherwise, otherwise the samadhi true fire will lock your seven knots again in a few hours, and you won't be able to exert the kung fu taught by the master with all your might, you go quickly, leave me alone, cough cough ....... Nalan Rouruo coughed a few times, turned her head to look at the Forgotten Worry River at her feet, and sighed leisurely, "We have made a lot of stars before, here, in our Forget Worry River." I'm leaving the place where our stars once were. For 5,000 years, because of you, I feel very happy and happy, it is you who have given me such joy and happiness, thank you, Fanxiang,...... You...... To live, you must remember me, good ...... I...... It's going to go......"

"No, you won't go, and I won't leave you, ever. You are the one I have loved for five thousand years, and you are the one I have loved deeply for five thousand years!" Fan Xiang hugged Nalan Rouruo tightly, bursting into tears.

"Once, the river in your dream, I think, is the river of eight hundred miles of forgetting worries. Since I often see it in your dreams, then no matter where I go, even if it is the 800 miles of Lethe River on the Huangquan Road, I will plant this pink lotus for you, and one day, you will pass through the Huangquan and see the 800 miles of green lotus, and I am the pink flowers, because as long as you can see it, I am very happy. The sparkling lotus seed was on her fingertips, like a white star.

Fate is a torrent, and people are in it, just like a flat boat, either annihilated or drifting with the tide, in fact, no one can escape. Fanxiang, you're like a fool fighting against it, but I like you like ...... fool.

Her eyes slowly closed,...... She turned into a lotus flower, the white buds gradually withered, and the lotus leaves no longer had a crystal jade color, and finally became a lotus-shaped fossil the size of a little finger, glowing with a magnolia-colored luster. Nalan Ruxiang died, and a withered lotus fossil slept quietly in the palm of Fanxiang's hand, never to wake up again.

The crystal lotus seed hovered quietly in front of Fanxiang's eyes, like a beautiful star.

At this moment, a meteor crossed the sky, and then slid towards the unknown otherworld, annihilating, like a transcendent and flying thought, slamming to the ground, as if the gravitational pull of reality was too heavy.

In that brief moment,

Love someone, hate someone

There was laughter, there were tears

Fighting, wounded

There are joys and sorrows.

And all this is just a fleeting encounter, and in the end it will all end up in the eternal sleep of death.

Fan Xiang looked at his beloved indifferently, turned into a lotus-shaped fossil, and held it in the palm of his hand, and the feeling of the palm of his hand was not holding a real thing, but a void.

His eyes that were once flying and clear have lost their gentle look, only anger and blood. His body seemed to be emptied by something, and he knelt weakly on the surging crest of the Forgetfulness River, looking up at the sky blankly, his eyes were empty, and he grinned, wanting to cry, but he couldn't shed tears, and he wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. His throat was dry, and he could only make a muffled voice that hissed and shrill like a wild beast, and from a distance sounded like crying, some like laughing, some like the wail of a wounded beast, or, nothing.

If you want to exist, then you must not be free. If you want to be free, then you will eventually lose the love you love. Because, the most loved thing in life is something that can only be chased but not owned.

And these things make you miserable, but they also make you reluctant, because, you don't know, how to let go!