The smoke and dust faded, and the jagged, shallow-eyed mountains slowly appeared in front of him. The oncoming breeze is coming, with a chill that penetrates people's hearts.

Jun Carp stood silently on top of a towering cliff, holding a folding fan in his hand.

This folding fan was given to him by the man, and she liked to disguise himself as a man and pull him to hide in the nether realm, wandering in the crowded bazaar.

He loves to be quiet by nature, but she likes the lively place, he stayed in Su Jishan for less than half a month, and he was going to go to the human world to play, he could only obey her wishes, knowing that she was greedy for the Luhua chicken, the hanging furnace duck, and the Qionghua syrup of the drunken fairy building.

This fan is also she felt wronged he condescended to accompany her wanton nonsense, deliberately from an antique shop to pick the eyes, only to fall in love with this folding fan, fan silk, silver thread hook edge, fell to the nine-fold Lingxiao of the thirty-three heavens, the flow is eighty-eight Milky Way stepping edge, tattooed gluttony, and embroidered with beads, I can't wait to put everything in the world together in a less than a few inches of the surface, the word mentioned is also the "Mountains and Rivers Table and Interior Fu", quite reverberatory, go hand in hand.

This folding fan cost her twenty lines of silver in the small vault that she had been able to save a little bit, but he was distressed, and he was about to buy it for her, but she blocked it, and after taking the fan with satisfaction, he turned around and handed it to him.

"This is a thank you gift." She looked at him and smiled happily at his unexpected expression.

He was a little stunned, he selfishly didn't like such bells and whistles, but when he saw her smiling like a flower, he solemnly accepted it. Occasionally, Xianjun saw him shaking a fan, and the literati and scholars couldn't help but comment on it, but everyone couldn't hold back a word when they looked at this thing, and finally laughed and said that Xingjun really has a unique taste, and the world is difficult to understand.

Jun Liyan replied with a fan: "Whether it is gold or silver or wooden, whether it is painted or not, as long as it can send a gentle cool breeze, it is enough to abide by your duty, why be burdened by false fame, a fan also understands the truth, have you forgotten?" ”

Xianjun looked at each other, as if thoughtfully, and said, "What Xingjun said is true." ”

The problem with the fan was solved, and then a whole bunch of more bells and whistles were received.

She is keen on all kinds of strange things, and in order to show his place in her heart, she does not hesitate to bring him a copy.

But after she left, everything was burned by him, and she was determined to leave, and he was also resolute to burn.

Even with his love, hatred and longing, in the raging fire, there is not half a residue left.

This fan, which was already in ashes, was pinched in his hand at the moment. Just like back then, it is bright and glamorous.

Jun Li believes that there should be no one in this world that is as shocking as this fan.

Where is he standing?

Obviously, it should be the ninth layer of the Sealing Demon Abyss, and he came here to rescue the apprentice who made the master dare not worry about it, but now he has dispersed the vast fog, holding a fan that should not appear, and standing on the side of a cliff.

The sky is high and the road is far away, and the sea of clouds is tidal. The scenery here is also familiar, it should be a certain mountain of Su Ji Mountain.

But it is not the current Su Jishan, but thousands of years ago, Su Jishan, who had not yet experienced the Cangtian of Songhai, cut off the river, and divided Qianmo.

There seemed to be a cry in the distance, and his whole body immediately froze there.

If this fan hadn't been burned, if Su Jishan hadn't gone through that big war, then the person who had occupied the top of his heart for several years still hadn't turned around and left, and there was no news, leaving him with endless pain and questions.

A figure waved his hand towards him, the clear lotus breath with a sleeve, the elegant style that swept away, the faint rouge, the shallow eyes that lowered their heads seemed to be the ethereal green of the distant mountains, the hooked eyes were magnificent, and the eyes were as smart as the little finches that stirred the clear spring and then leaped away.

The wind of his long memory galloped across his empty chest.

In the bustling crowd, Jiu Ying stood there alone with the package in his arms, looking at the thin figure of a person in front of him with some difficulty. He stood in front of a room with a broken bowl in one hand and a copper stalk in the other.

"Donor, could you please give you some fasting food?"

Some people saw that he was terminally ill, and they were afraid that they would be contaminated with bad luck, so they hurriedly drove him away. He would only ask one by one, his steps were vain, and he would occasionally turn to look at him, until occasionally a family couldn't bear to see it, and went to find some leftovers, his skeletal face silently smiled with an apologetic smile on his head: "Xi'er? Don't worry, we'll be able to get food soon. ”

Ah, he thought, he would get it soon. But what's the use of this, but anyone can see that he has run out of oil and lamps, and he is still breathing, and now he can walk, his cheeks are red, and he seems to be getting better, but he is just returning to the light.

He took the half of the steamed bun that was a little rancid, and arched towards the family, his body had reached the limit, and even the water was difficult to swallow, not to mention the food, most of the fasting rice that turned into it was going to enter the baby's stomach. He handed the steamed bun to Jiuying, Jiuying stared at his dry and chapped lips without moving, and he seemed a little cramped: "Xi'er? ”

Thinking that he didn't want to eat tasteless steamed buns, he looked at the bowl in his hand again and said, "Master can only get these now, if you don't like it, Master will go to the next household and give it a try." ”

Jiuying was silent, snatched the steamed bun with his hand, and said in a dumb voice: "You are about to die." Why don't you stay honest. ”

He was stunned, his eyes shining with love, but now he only felt glaring and unbearable. Every move he made, every effort he did was consuming what little life he had left. And he saw that he looked at it so lightly, so indifferently, as if it was a light indication of what Jiuying had always valued and desperately guarded, he was just swaying his last time lightly, and he refused to look back at him, giving him the last affection.

"I'm okay." He pulled out a faint smile and turned to walk off into the distance.

He should be the same as he was when he was five or six years old, dressed in coarse rags, one foot deep and one foot shallow, but in a completely different state of mind than he was at the beginning, he will never waver again. Shaken by someone's death.

Jiuying followed behind, listening to his intermittent chatter, occasionally mixed with a forbearance cough, all of which fell on his heart like a hammer.

The road they have traveled together is so long that it seems like a previous life, in the past he was a powerless child in the human realm, and now he wakes up one day, he has become the demon lord in charge of the realm.

What he saw and read in his mouth was nothing more than the appearance of his most embarrassing situation thousands of years ago, when he thought he could not do anything, but now he can do anything.

It is true that the world is impermanent, but the Tao is the day and the night.