He left, in a hurry, too late to wave and say goodbye to everyone, and he didn't care about recalling. Walking very confused, he didn't think about it at all, where to go in the future, the world is so big, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to have a place to stay, maybe where to stop, where is home. Walking is also very helpless, alone, accompanied by dark shadows, perhaps only sadness and misery as companions.

The indomitable energy, the indomitable perseverance, the boiling blood, the indestructible will, the pride of swallowing mountains and rivers, and the ambition to be higher than the sky, all disappeared with the breeze and disappeared.

At this time, he had nothing, cut off the cluttered bonds, abandoned the glitz of the world, and was full of twilight and gloom that should not exist at this age.

He once chose to forget the curtain of the past, but it was like yesterday's tenderness, vivid, and it had long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow and followed him like a shadow.

The lotus root is broken, the silk is still connected, and the reason is even more messy.

I had to build a tomb in the depths of my heart and bury everything deep in it. I never thought that a seed fell, watered day and night with grief, it gradually took root and sprouted, and grew into a rose full of sharp thorns, blooming in the dark night without fear of wind and rain, full of vitality, fragrant, strong and unyielding, never revealing the image of carving, the delicate and glamorous dripping, so beautiful that the country and the city, deeply rooted in his heart.

The rose, which cannot be easily touched, is covered with sharp thorns that make people stop, and often only bring heart-rending pain, which makes him unprepared and unprepared.

Above the still calm sky, all of a sudden, the wind and clouds changed dramatically, the wind roared, and the rolling dark clouds came from the sky, and it was gray.

The sky was dark, the ground was dark, and the endless lightning and thunder swept across the sky.

He stood in the street, paused for a moment, and looked up at the sky, the sky glowing with sorrow, just like the heaviness and gloom of his heart.

Who changed the appearance of the heavenly dome, heavy and gray, and who made the breeze desolate, cold and piercing.

He trembled and raised the wine jug in his hand, raised his head and poured it violently, and drank the spicy turbid wine mixed with all kinds of flavors.

"Drain and drain..."

A sudden rainstorm poured down, making the whole street cold and wet, and the raindrops beating wildly on the bluestone slabs and bricks, just like his heart that was difficult to soothe for a long time, could not be calm, the waves were surging, and they rose and fell one after another.

The wind swept the torrential rain and poured down, like countless divine whips, slamming into the soup chicken, venting the anger that had been brewing for a long time. The thunder was furious, flashing and shining, tearing the rolling dark clouds, like snakes, cutting through the sky, roaring wantonly in the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth.

All of this seems to be seeing him off.

"Life and death are vast, endless, melancholy, rolling red dust, ethereal and flashy, no rain and no sunshine. ”

The cloudy eyes had no nostalgia for this place, and he did not look back, but raised his feet and left the city, like a walking corpse, staggering, stunned, and disappearing into the confusion.

The scarred soul had nowhere to rest, so he chose to wander lost.

The small merchants and vendors in the outer city watched Ji Wuchen walking in the rain, and he still remembered him vividly. A few months ago, the scene of incarnating as a god of war and killing villains in anger can be described as very happy and admirable.

At this time, he faded away from the courage that was full of courage and was not afraid of heaven and earth, so lost his soul and decadent, which made everyone confused, confused and confused, and looked at each other. Compared with the past, it has long been unbelievable, and if the two of them are judged, this difference in the world makes people sigh and sigh for it.

Although everyone didn't know what was going on, he was so depressed, and they couldn't help but worry and feel sad about it, and they hoped from the bottom of their hearts that he would cheer up quickly, drive away the gloom, and shine again.

"Pavilion Master, do you see if I want to move, secretly..."

"If you can't see through the few red dusts, how can you break through the vast sky, let him fend for himself,"

"Compared with his brother Ji Wudao, it is 108,000 miles behind, and it is not an exaggeration to regard it as a heavenly abyss. ”

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Haoting Xiaodu Tian is the water system realm, full of rich and viscous water aura, the terrain is complex and diverse, the plain area is the majority, and there are many river basins, and the river network and lakes are dense.

The four seasons are distinct, the rainfall is abundant, and the summer climate is hot and humid, while the winter is cold and dry, and the spring and autumn are more pleasant and comfortable.

Haoting Xiaodu in the south of the sky, Tangyang County, Turbidity Prefecture

The hurried years do not know how many years have passed, it has come to winter, the cold wind is cold, the snowflakes are flying, sometimes falling down, sometimes whirling and flying, sometimes leisurely rushing to the ground, the sky and the earth are bright, showing a scene of the snow harvest year.

In the bleak breeze, Ji Wuchen stepped through one town, and then walked to another, crossing barren mountains and wading across the wide river on the way.

The lonely and lonely figure reveals a little loneliness, like people drinking water, knowing their own warmth and coldness. The body that stands up to the sky and the earth is no longer upright, and it is hunched back. The back that exuded a sad atmosphere, walking, trembling, as if it was an old man in the twilight and in his last years.

A township, due to the lack of green trees and shade decorations, the decoration of pink jade looks a little dilapidated, sparsely populated, and even more deserted. He was a lone traveler, bent back, staggering, suffering from the wind and snow, the snow was falling, and the distance was a hazy color, which still could not hinder his aimless steps.

The tireless cold wind tore through, blowing on the face like a knife, and there was a tingling pain. He didn't stop at all, he still walked hesitantly through the snow, and there was a creaking sound under his feet, but it seemed so loud in the silence of the boundless world.

The sky was dark, and night was approaching, and he seemed to feel tired, so he randomly found a place to hide from the snow, lay on the ground, looked up at the sky, and looked at the large snowflakes in a daze, falling down from the dim sky, without saying a word, and the dead gray eyes were calm, without sorrow or joy, as if he was a passer-by watching the world be cold.

He was ragged, unkempt, and had no intention of trimming the edges, and gusts of wind swept by, lifting off his chaotic aconitum emanation, revealing an ordinary face, obviously more than 20 years of beauty, but there were a few wrinkles on his face, and a lot of hoarfrost was added between his buns. The body that is different from ordinary people is not as good as before, weak and windy, and his divine power has disappeared without a trace, he is gloomy, and he intends to spend his life in vain, lonely as a companion, and lingering.

"Hate doesn't know where love ends, and hate can't tell all the sorrow. ”

The snow faded and no longer flew. People are at a loss, but they still move forward.

There are good and bad beings, there are good people, good thoughts and sympathy, and grievances for the weak. There are even more wicked people, swaggering and deceiving, bullying the strong and bullying the weak, and doing all kinds of evil.

On the way, he stopped in a town, exhausted and hungry, which made people feel sad and sympathetic.

There was a kind-hearted young man, who didn't think he was ragged and dirty, holding a hard and cold steamed bun in his hand, and walked forward with a smile, and was about to help him up, but was ruthlessly pushed away by Ji Wuchen's palm, and staggered back a few steps.

The young man was stunned, standing in place, he stared at Ji Wuchen lying on the ground, and really couldn't understand why the other party was so indifferent and unkind.

The white steamed buns fell to the ground and rolled far away, stained with sewage and mud.

This scene made the faces of the people around him stiffen with pity, and then they scolded, saying that he bit Lu Dongbin and didn't know the hearts of good people, so he hurriedly rushed to the burrow, picked up the rusty farm tools, and wanted to drive him away.

Even if he was humiliated, beaten, and allowed the world to be compounded by thousands of tribulations, in the face of all this, he was silent and did not resist.

There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart, and the panacea is difficult to cure.