In the dark void ahead, a little star lit up.

This light spread quickly. In an instant, the stone walls around the two of them were all shining, like brocade embroidered with silver thread on a black background, extending towards both ends.

You can't see the end in front of you, and you can't see the tail in the back.

There were silver streamers escaping from the stone walls, some of which were the murals that Qiuqiu had just seen on the stone walls. Those silver pictures and lines seemed familiar, flickering in the dark air, and the originally frozen pictures became vivid, the people on them laughed and ran, swords and swords intertwined, Qiuqiu even felt that she heard laughter, like the voice of children, innocent, carefree voices.

The light and sound fluttering in the sky are like a magnificent dream, they entangle, collide, scatter and fall, like a heavy snow, almost overwhelming people.

Qiuqiu looked at Shi'er with a smile.

Her smile was as clean and pure as the snow melted in the spring and the stream flowing under the ice.

Shi'er suddenly remembered the past.

When they were still young, Qiuqiu folded the edges of the paper cut into thin triangles and threw them out of their back windows, and the tiny paper horns were like white geese, spinning and landing lightly. If a mountain wind blows, they may be blown up again.

At that time, Qiuqiu's laughter was as crisp as it is now.

Even he felt that such an afternoon was quiet and beautiful. Those worthless paper corners can magically turn into such light and flying elves between her fingers. More than that, though, she's so happy.

This happiness comes simply and purely.

With her, he can often forget the pain that entangled him in death and life, and be infected by her happiness and worry-free.

Shi'er remembered other things.

When he took Qiuqiu to Jiufeng for the first time, he rode a spirit bird, and he rode with her. Her hand was a little restrained at first, just tugging at the corner of his robe. Later, after flying for a long time, she got tired. The arms naturally hugged his waist, and the man fell asleep on his back.

At that time her face was pressed against his body. The gentle breath blew on his neck, hot and itchy.

Exhale, breathe.

He felt as if he had been immersed in warm water, and it was about to melt with the water.

All around are white clouds and mist, obscuring people's vision.

Below is the endless sea.

It was as if there were only two of them left in the world.

He was so calm that he forgot about the burden he had to bear. I just hope that this road can go as far as possible.

He remembered that in the Cave of Trials, she swept through the darkness and threw herself into his arms with a shimmering star.

Lots of details. Many pictures strung together the past that belonged to them.

It's like a dream upside down.

He remembered that after losing her, he stood in the silent darkness and stretched out his hand, trying to find the one that belonged to her from the trajectories that passed by.

How many times to look forward to. There are as many times as there is despair.

The spinning seasons, the passing years, the bitter lovesickness.

In this bustling world, he met her.

Qiuqiu also looked at him seriously.

She felt strange at this moment.

She didn't feel like someone was shoehorning past memories into her head, as she had feared. It is emotionally incompatible with her current experience, and it is completely incompatible.

It's not like that.

She felt as if the whole person had been thoroughly washed by water, and the fog that had been hidden in front of her eyes had been washed away, and the "true" that had been covered by the fog gradually became clearer, filling in countless gaps that she felt regretful.

The portrait of the character that had been hidden in the bottom of my heart, the face that was blurry and unclear, finally showed its true face.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, face.

Little by little, she finally saw it clearly.

It was a face that was both similar to her now, but with some subtle differences.

But she didn't feel like it was someone else, she felt like she was looking at herself in the mirror.

That's her.

She looked at Shi'er in front of her.

He has been him from the beginning to the present.

It wasn't because she had regained his memories that he had become another strange, unrecognizable stranger.

It's like something important has changed.

But it was as if nothing had happened.

Everything is so natural, there is no trace of rigidity, just like a bud on a tree branch in spring, a huābud bursts into a smiling face, rain and snow fall from the sky, and rivers flow eastward day and night.

Qiuqiu wanted to smile at him.

At this time, she found herself in tears, crying like a particularly aggrieved child, who had been away for too long, and finally found her home, the kind of relieved, sad and joyful tears.

The wooden sign on Shi'er's waist vibrated for a moment.

Even Qiuqiu looked down.

At that position on the ninth peak, a line of silver rays spread to other locations like a stream of water.

One, two, three, all the way backwards.

The position of the seventh peak also lit up.

Qiuqiu turned her head to look at Shi'er, the silver light on the wooden sign was reflected on her face, and her delicate face looked like a layer of jade-like clear texture.

Shi'er's hand gently caressed her face.

Qiuqiu's appearance makes her seem very unreal.

He had an irrepressible urge in his heart to hold her tightly.

The happiness in front of me is so vivid and profound, but the loss of the past is like a thorny thorn in my heart. Maybe in another hundred years, two hundred years, he will not be able to shake off this fear of losing.

Everything about her took over all of his mind.

Then Shi'er remembered that the stone at the position of the ninth peak lit up.

This shows that the ninth peak has a palm peak.

Mingyuan is now at the palm peak of the ninth peak.

Qiuqiu stood up with his shoulders on his feet, looking at the thick layer of silver fragments piled up under their feet, like fallen leaves piled up under the trees in autumn, and with the slightest movement of his footsteps, the light chips were bounced up.

From one end of the long road, a man approached them.

He stepped on the silver road, getting closer and closer.

Qiuqiu was a little embarrassed to make a discovery. This man is bald, and the light is very bright, and the luster that seems to have a layer of wax can not only compete with the stars and the moon. They even bit overtook them and raced past the momentum of the lamp pole.

His robe was half long, not short. The hem is irregular. Qiuqiu has never seen such a distinctive style of dress except for beggars since he crossed over.

But when he walked to him and saw it clearly, Qiuqiu found that in fact, his robe was still quite traditional and ordinary, but for some reason, maybe he was wading across the river? So he snatched up the placket and tucked it around his waist. In this way, nature presents a natural, irregular shape.

This person is none other than Mingyuan.

The silver rays kicked by his footsteps fluttered around him like floating dust.

Mingyuan's body seems to have a layer of "righteousness and awe-inspiring" or "Buddha's light shining" and the like. made his already handsome face look more like a god's temperament.

He straightened his sleeves very formally, lowered the placket tucked in at his waist, and even tightened the neckline.

After doing this set of movements, he took a step forward and slumped to the ground.

"Meet the Peak Lord."

Shi'er also solemnly replied.

"Xu Zhangfeng."

Qiuqiu stood aside. Put your hands together and watch the ceremony.

Of course, after the two of them finished worshipping, it was her turn.

The silver light around them faded away, returning to silence and darkness.

Mingyuan's voice sounded deep. The more popular description of the sentence is very magnetic.

His voice seemed to make the ears and chest of those who heard it tremble with his voice.

"For everyone who leaves the world, the ninth peak will record his past voices and memories, and completely seal them in this reincarnation path. But the person who retrieved his memories from here, Qiu Zhangfeng was the first. In the history of Jiufeng, I am afraid that he is the only person who has never been seen before. ”

Qiuqiu couldn't help but smile: "One person like this is enough." ”

I haven't had it before, and probably no one will be as weak as her in the future, and this kind of experience is really not a glory worthy of praise.

This seemingly long road, under the leadership of Mingyuan, did not take long to come to an end.

Mingyuan pointed ahead and said, "That's the ninth peak." The Peak Lord and the Autumn Palm Peak came by chance today - we just happened to take a look together, the straight appearance of the Ninth Peak. ”

What does Peak Nine really look like?

Qiuqiu looked ahead.

In the darkness, light gradually came on.

The light was not dazzling.

As if through a layer of frosted glass, everything presented in front of you is like a shadow puppet play I watched as a child.

The shadow is sufficient, and the fog is huā.

The outline of a mountain peak appears ahead.

Although it is under the abyss, the ninth peak, it is indeed a peak. Tall, standing, steep.

After the appearance of this mountain peak was imprinted in the bottom of his eye, the light gradually dimmed and disappeared.

After a while, Mingyuan's voice sounded in the darkness.

"I'll send you out."

The way out is also dark and winding.

After walking for a while, Mingyuan stopped: "From here, go forward along the stone stairs and go out." ”

Qiuqiu followed Shi'er and walked a few steps forward, suddenly remembered, turned around and asked, "What about you?" ”

He won't go out?

Yes, he doesn't go out.

If there were no major incidents or accidents, he would have remained in the darkness for the rest of his life.

For a person who seemed to be so enthusiastic and cheerful and had a sunny temperament, the position of the ninth peak was really not suitable for him.

But...... Qiuqiu felt that in the best way, here, he was closer to Yonghui.

Although the two people could not meet each other, could not hear each other's voices, and could not even communicate the briefest message.

He couldn't alleviate her pain, and she probably didn't even know he was so close to her.

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