Chapter 120: The Old Dream

The whole sky is clear and clear, and the wind is gentle, and it is a round of red sun.

Wu Jue subconsciously touched his eyebrows, and seemed to understand something. He said to the looming figure inside: "Father, I will not forgive you, never!"

"You don't have to forgive, from now on, you will guard Ziweiyuan, guard the Eastern Wilderness, you are the way of heaven, and you have your own creation. Chonghua's voice sounded from a distance, he didn't look at his only child in this world, but he loved him in the end, and he didn't want to make him sad today, "I have never been responsible for my father, but now I want you to act as the responsibility of the son of man, the catastrophe of heaven and earth, from now on, the sun rises and the moon sinks, the gods and Buddhas, you should do it yourself." ”

"Child, cherish. "Don't be like him, lonely for eternity, and even the last trace of warmth has been lost.

"I don't want it! Who wants this!" If he could, he would rather be in the temple of the Eastern Wilderness and never wake up, than to experience this love and parting, and he couldn't ask for it.

In the battle of the South China Sea, the Yuan Jun of the Eastern Wilderness and the Pingsheng Emperor of Ziweiyuan returned to Chaos, and his son Shaojun inherited the way of heaven, commanded the four saints of the North Pole, the eleventh star monarch, and ruled the netherworld.

There are clouds in the history books, the emperor was weak at the beginning, and after the megatronage of the world, the killing and decision-making were seen in the four seas and eight wildernesses, and the three islands and six states.

In this world, there will be a person who can come to you, and you will be grateful for all the ruthlessness of the years to you, just waiting for her arrival.

In the first year after saying goodbye to you, he stood on top of the main hall of Ziweiyuan, looking at the bald peach forest, looking at the seven-leaf flowers falling from the trees, and at that time he was thinking, there seemed to be something here, and he had missed it.

In the first hundred years after you left, he completely forgot about her in the years, and at that time he was thinking, Ziweiyuan didn't seem to be like this, as for what it was, he couldn't say, it was just empty.

In the tens of thousands of years later, he met Li Yan, but there was a vacancy in his heart, and it was not until he was above the East China Sea that he knew that he had been waiting for someone to return.

used to be persistent, but hated that he couldn't keep her.

When Chang Xi used the retrospective technique, he personally cut off the technique, and now that he has started the retrospective technique, time passes, and he will no longer exist in this world. And their children will inherit his fate from now on and guard the magnificent rivers and mountains for Chang Xi.

When Chonghua finally fell into darkness, he seemed to see the Father. The Father's face was filled with helplessness, and he just sighed softly. He couldn't understand the meaning of this, but he wanted to catch this last light, and wanted to tell Father that he no longer wanted to be the co-master of heaven and earth, the incarnation of the way of heaven.

He had nothing to ask for in his life, but to give him back what he had died.

The waning moon reflects the lonely frost, and the spring days in the old garden are long.

When Chonghua woke up, the bright moon in the Arctic Middle Palace was shining in the sky, and on the desk of Chang Huan Pavilion, there was a book that he hadn't finished reading, and he was a little confused for a while, and he didn't know what the situation was.

It was the newly ascended little immortal Jun, who stepped forward to sort out the books when he saw this, and asked, "Jun Shang is awake?"

"Shen Yan?" Chonghua got up and walked to Shen Yan's side, as if he was a little incredulous.

Shen Yan was extremely surprised, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous, and said respectfully: "Xiaoxian is here." Soon after he ascended to the throne, he was sent to the Ziweiyuan Pavilion of Changhuan, and today he was also the first emperor he had seen, but he didn't want to be surprised that the emperor in his life actually knew his name.

"What about dying?" Chonghua asked quietly, but he still felt weird.

"Back to the emperor, Xiaoxian doesn't know. He has never heard this name since he entered Ziweiyuan, and he was a little embarrassed for a while, but he has a straightforward temperament, and he has always preferred to bend, so he is also outspoken.

Chonghua sat back in his seat lonely, and the whole person was very depressed. This is really a dream, even in a dream, there is no her. The dream was depressed, and it hurt him.

He has passed away, and he is also a sacrifice to the gods, where does the luxury come from. Chonghua sat there like a sculpture, he didn't understand anything, and the whole person was cold and solemn.

Suddenly, a small paper kite flew in Chang Huan Pavilion, and the cheerful appearance fell on the back of Chonghua's hand.

Shen Yan's face stiffened, and he immediately knew whose masterpiece this little paper kite was. He cautiously glanced at Chonghua's appearance, swallowed his saliva, and felt that he needed to explain, "Returning to the emperor, Xiao Yuanjun first went to Yujing Mountain, and he was very uncomfortable, so he released the paper kite back every day in recent days." ”

It is indeed day by day, it has been maintained for many days, and it is about that Yuanjun does not know the whereabouts of the emperor, so this little paper kite will fly back to the Changhuan Pavilion from Yujing Mountain every day, after all, this is the place where the emperor often comes in his life. But the Yuan monarch has a lot of admiration, but their emperor has always ignored it.

Chonghua trembled his hands, reached out and took the paper kite, only to see a sentence on it: Stinky Chonghua, if you don't come to pick me up, I will ignore you.

The paper is short and long, but I can vaguely understand the anger of the little girl. Chonghua also remembered the reason at that time, what he did. He erased all of Chang Xi's memories in Ziweiyuan, allowing her to stay in Yujing Mountain to learn art with peace of mind. Since then, everything about Chang Xi in Ziweiyuan has disappeared.

He looked at the note, and tears fell from his eyes, falling on the small piece of paper, smearing the ink inside.

Shen Yan was frightened, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at it anymore.

A hundred years can be more than a hundred years, today needs to cherish today.

Chonghua didn't know what the role of the backtracking technique was, but he knew very clearly that he had returned to a time of more than 100,000 years ago, to a time when these stories had never begun. There was some apprehension in his heart, but also melancholy, that kind of panic and fear.

She once said that if there is an afterlife, there is no need to see each other.

But he died young, he only had one thing in his life, and he couldn't do it.

At the mountain gate of Yujing Mountain, a little girl was dressed in red, carrying a small backpack, and holding a horsetail grass in her mouth, looking at the mountain gate with a thief's eyebrows. However, Yujing Mountain was heavily guarded, and there was really no gap at all, so she sighed and sat on the grass.

"Little junior sister, the Xuannu of Shenshan is here. Far away, a young voice spoke out of thin air.

The little girl in red was listless, drooping her head, and very depressed. The Xuannu of Shenshan is a child she has recently met, but she is homesick now, so naturally she has no intention of playing. When she thought of this, tears began to appear on her little face, and she took a small paper kite in her hand, ready to write something.

It's just that she put it down in annoyance for a moment, she wrote so much, Ziweiyuan never replied, I think it was because she was determined not to let her go back, and she took the dog tail in her mouth into her hand, and she cried even more sadly.

"Crying for what?"

She was crying sadly, but suddenly heard a familiar voice coming, she looked up suddenly, and the person in front of her was also dressed in red like her, just standing there quietly, all amazed by the good scenery of Yujing Mountain. She rushed over with her legs, crashed into Chonghua's arms, and cried, "Chonghua, you came to pick me up." ”

Chonghua reached out and hugged her tightly in his arms, patted her shoulder, and soothed: "Okay, okay, don't cry, didn't I come to take you back?"

Chang Xi burst into tears and laughed, and said, "That's right, I'm your illegitimate daughter, and as a father, I always have to take my daughter back." ”

"What did you say?" Chonghua said in surprise.

"Aren't you my father?" Chang Xi threw away the dogtail grass in his hand and scratched his head, "But Xuannu said that only my father would be so good to me." ”

Chonghua knocked on her head, if he didn't know about Xuannu's friendship with Chang Xi, he would definitely not want her to have anything to do with Xuannu anymore, just let her be happy. "Little girl, I am your husband. ”

"Ah!" Chang Xi frowned, although she was young, she almost knew everything she should know, and her face was a little embarrassed, "Chonghua, you are good-looking, and I don't lose anything." ”

Chonghua led Chang Xi to confess to his brother, Chang Xi was still a little afraid of this very serious master, and shrank behind Chonghua, that small appearance made Yuchen can't help laughing, and said with a straight face: "Yujing Mountain and Ziweiyuan are in the same line, the little junior sister is still our little junior sister, I have time to come back and see." ”

He especially hopes that this ghostly little junior sister, a few days ago he was still thinking about how the Emperor of Pingsheng could give up such a little cutie, but now he is not going back.

Chang Xi stuck out his tongue and nodded towards Yu Chen.

Chonghua smiled with relief and stretched out his hand towards Chang Xi, "We're going home." ”

Chang Xi put his little hand into Chonghua's palm and nodded vigorously, "We're going home." ”

Only because of the feeling of Jun a review, it makes me think about Jun Chao and Dusk.

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