A year and a half later

Feet like thousands of horses galloping rolling clouds, the high altitude cold tide blows the flying clothes, it is a melancholy and cold figure, looking up at the blue sky, clean and clear sky starry fighting, a round of bright moon rising in the east and sinking in the west across the vast desert sky, the white light shrouded in all directions, the eternal imprint of every joys and sorrows in the long river of time, and it is a night of insensitivity and indifference, the red sun is rising in the east, the magnificent color gives birth to the clouds in the distance, the clouds under the feet are like smoke, and the stars in the sky are receding one after another.

The lonely figure looked up at the distant sky obsessively, like a delicate sculpture, the cold wind whistled, blowing the soapy white clothes, but not the melancholy figure, everything in the world had nothing to do with him, he only looked up blankly, motionless, could not feel the breath, could not feel the heartbeat, only the stars in the sky in the pure pupils.

The red sun in the east dragged out a thousand rays of light, jumping out of the horizon at the end of the sea of clouds, and the dazzling light spread all over the sky, and the stars who dragged and dragged screamed in unison, and all disappeared into the blue sky in an instant.

It's been a night, a whole night, since last night's evening, he has been stepping on the rolling clouds, motionless, trance is a dead stone, the red dust earth under his feet, the reckless creatures, has disappeared in his consciousness, he waited wholeheartedly, the cool sky of the water crossed a meteor.

The sun rises in the east, no, there is no light that crosses the canopy, there is no long meteor light that crosses the canopy!

Why? Why? The statue, which had been frozen for thousands of years, instantly turned into a grieving lion, the rolling cold wind in the sky was frightened by anger and softened above the sea of clouds, and the fog danced in large swaths, and the handsome and cold young man's eyes were misty, and he knelt in the cold wind of the surging void with pain and grief, and his face was full of the miserable whiteness of his mind.

One by one, one by one, the hot teardrops dripped into the clouds above three thousand meters, and were solidified into ice beads by the sub-zero temperature, a series of ice beads shuttled in the fog, falling to the reckless earth, the howling wind rubbed the ice beads, and the warm ice beads melted into water droplets, crossing the altitude of two thousand meters, the vast earth, mountains, forests and trees became bigger and bigger, and the water droplets were blown into a series by the winding sky, all reflecting the bewitching light refracted by the eastern clouds.

Strings, strings, hot teardrops, frozen by the cold and stiffened, then warmed again, melted into rotating droplets, the dim droplets like moths to a fire, cheering and crashing into the earth, all crushed bones, turned into a vast exploding splash, and a small soaked tear spot, imprinted the most real sorrow on the earth.

It's been a year and a half, countless despairs, swallowing up all his confidence, and even the only consolation, the streamer that crosses the starry sky, has not appeared in his eyes.

Thousands of meters away, the handsome and cold young man, the anger that erupted from the whale all over his body quickly died, he had not closed his eyes for eight days, despair ignited boundless weakness, his eyes were dark, his exhausted latent energy was exhausted, he fainted, and he crashed into the earth in free fall, without the slightest panic, without the slightest nostalgia, only the despair of falling into the infinite abyss, and the fragility of seeking relief.

"Legend has it that if a lover on the earth can't find the star that belongs to his lover, the lover's star will be sad and shed tears, and the tears will turn into a meteor shower across the sky, so when you can't find Yu Dong'er, you have to stare at the sky motionlessly, and Yu Dong'er will look at you at the place where the meteor fell. ”

The eternal sounds of heaven echoed in my heart, like the green aspen in the cool night sky, dancing in a daze of red, laughing so that the sun withered, but there was not a single one!!!

The figure of despair tore through the surging wind, falling straight down, falling down at an accelerated pace, despair tore at the tired heart, the figure accelerated and fell, like a meteorite crashing into the earth, giving a broken body!

Three thousand meters up, straight down, the wind howling, fast like a meteorite about to hit the earth, the next moment, the young man will fall to pieces, at this moment, a figure flashed out in the depths of the woods, a pair of hands stretched out, caught the boy who hit the ground hard, thousands of pounds of impact potential energy, failed to make this pair of big hands move a little distance.

There is also a slower figure, rushing out from the depths of the woods, the branches and leaves are shaking, it is a fourteen-year-old boy, but he is a little sophisticated and shrewd, it is Qiao Zhenghong of the second stage of Nirvana!

When Qiao Zhenghong arrived, the old figure, silent, picked up the young man who had fainted and fell asleep, and walked back to the depths of the woods step by step.

Qiao Zhenghong sighed lightly, looking at the old back, a sad taste rose, a year and a half ago, the head of the family was still full of black hair, majestic, and his eyes were blazing, but now he has gray hair, more often like an ordinary old man, an old man and a young man are faintly in the woods, and the young man inside cannot be seen in the soapy white clothes, but he can feel the haggard from the soul.

It's been more than a year and a half, is it necessary to be so stupid?

Gen Haozi put the rice bucket on the bed, opened the window, the morning light and cool air blew in, Gen Haozi's heart was full of melancholy, more and more accustomed to cold and gloomy, there is always an inexplicable resistance to the sun.

The smoke curled, Qiao Zhenghong broke through the hot fog and returned to the courtyard, this is an ordinary yard, once there was a small bamboo forest planted here, many flowers and plants, but now, only to erase the scars again and again, every time the stupid idiot goes crazy, Qiao Zhenghong has to clean it silently.

Picking up the Nirvana book on the stone table, Qiao Zhenghong began his morning homework, this is the depths of the secret realm of Buyun Sect's enlightenment, a quiet and quiet place, with a dreamy beauty like a fairy world.

Suddenly, Qiao Zhenghong put down the book, stood up, and smashed the curling smoke with a pinch of green clothes, and instantly appeared beside Qiao Zhenghong, bringing the cold atmosphere of the early morning, Qiao Zhenghong hurriedly bowed his head and said respectfully, "Uncle the head of the family." ”

The green-robed Confucian nodded, and looked at Qiao Zhenghong carefully, this kid is becoming more and more calm, and the Qiao family is also a successor, after that halfway injury confrontation, he sensitively smelled the smell of the crisis, so he sent his three children back, wanting to wait until the crisis period was over before letting them step into the spiritual realm, but this Qiao Zhenghong cherished this opportunity very much, and repeatedly begged the Qingpao Confucian to let him choose.

This kid should have regretted it now, he really shouldn't have let him step into the spirit realm in the first place, the blue-robed Confucian patted Qiao Zhenghong on the shoulder with a little guilt, and then turned around and walked into the open room on the side.

Gen Haozi was stunned, a little distracted, looking at the floating dust, hearing the sound of the wind behind him, his body stiffened, this is the last chance, Gen Haozi's fist clenched weakly, and asked softly to the green-robed Confucian behind him, "...... Is it done?"

The green-robed Confucian was already emaciated, he racked his brains, and he had been busy for so long, but the reality was cruel, the one-in-ten chance was already very high, enough to make people delusional, the green-robed Confucian shook his head bitterly, and didn't say anything, but he could feel that Gen Haozi's shoulders were a little shorter in an instant.

It was as if there was a mountain heavier than Mount Tai, and it pressed on this white-haired old man, making him sigh haggardly, full of disappointment, irritability, and faint numbness.

Nine times out of ten, this is the result, but Gen Haozi still has something to look forward to, the pressure on his body is too great, even if he is full of exhaustion and trauma, but there is still no time for him to rest, the slut and the fire fox are becoming more and more rampant, and I don't know how long it can last.

As soon as he thought of those two damn foxes, Gen Haozi's heart rose up with a pretty figure who grew up under his care, and a burst of irrepressible pathos blocked his heart, making him almost cry, three times in the past twenty years, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and the torn wound was sprinkled with a handful of salt, which made the lonely old man ache faintly in his chest.

However, the situation is becoming more and more grim to the point of despair, Taichuan Gate may have to be destroyed in his own hands, now there is really no way, what else can be done except to pray that the two foxes will choke to death when they drink water? Gen Haozi subconsciously glanced at the sleeping figure on the bed, only he can bring hope, but this kid ......

Gen Haozi, Qingpao Confucianism, the two most important people in the whole Taichuan Gate, glanced at each other in unison, sighed together, and rushed to the main peak to preside over the overall situation, Qiao Zhenghong gently closed the door, and after a light snap, the light in the room became light.

The cool breeze of late autumn blew in from the window, bringing coldness and silence, blowing through the bedside quilt, swinging the few soft strands of hair, the fine hair on the forehead danced with the wind, and unconsciously, on the pale face, two lines of hot tears rolled down.

Even in his dreams, the sorrow and despair that swept over his fate made him cry.

The rain music at the end of the memory sounded in the ears again, shaking the green onions, the soft wattles with the lotus steps, the lotus steps turned to support the willow waist, the willow waist turned around and was charming, the smile of the country and the city, the red figure of the vast rain curtain, the large pieces of heart-wrenching pain gushed out, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Yu Dong'er, she has to dance a lot, a lot of dance in the rain that she has created. ”

"Won't you dance if it doesn't rain?"

"Don't jump. ”

"Since then, I have cast spells every day, shouting to the dragon god to hurry up and rain quickly!"

"You're going to exhaust me!"

The eternal voice sounded in my ears, thousands of tears fell from the sky, the red figure looked up, the vast rain feet slapped the earth, and a neat ensemble sounded, Suo Sha Suo Sha Sha -

The rain curtain clouded the bright red figure, and the autumn wind blew in front of the forehead, blowing away the heavy rain in the sky, blowing the red sunset and the colorful sky full of clouds.

The white clothes are fluttering, the green silk of the big canopy is flying with the wind, the sunset shines warmly on her smooth forehead, and the pear vortex on the fair face is shallow, beautiful and unparalleled.

The beauty of the country and the city looked at the rolling clouds under her feet, the clouds and mist flowed outside the pupil, and the voice of heaven came, "Yu Dong'er, I saw a fish in the river, so big, so big, she really wanted to catch it and roast it, so she cut your clothes into fish and fished it, go fish, go fish, rice bucket, do you say she is bad?"

"That's bad. ”

The peony in full bloom of the national color and fragrance smiled, and the white clothes fluttered in the wind on both sides like wicker, "After Yu Dong'er caught the big carp, your hateful rice bucket rushed to roast it, and she flew far, far away, and accidentally threw away the Liangzhu Palace, and she had no place to live when she went home!"

"I was wrong!"

The sinking fish and the wild goose lowered their heads, and the soft and fragrant hair slapped Mi Dou's face. Everyone was scolding her for being too naughty, and she took several days to mend it with a needle and thread. ”

"It's pathetic. ”

"Yu Dong'er was hungry for a few days, so she stole two pieces of cabbage from Uncle Gen, but she couldn't eat it for several days, she was annoyed, she ran back to the Moon Gui Palace, did you see her long ears?"

"I didn't see it!"

"Then do you know, why can't you see it?" The big beauty hugged Mi Dou tightly, and the sunset pulled the two out of the softest figure.

"Why? Why!

But the man raised his green fingers and pointed to the shallow stars on the blue sky, "You have to kneel for a hundred days to see it, and you only knelt for eight days before you fainted, so you can't see it!"

So, you can't see it!

A heart-rending pain rose, the sunset shattered, the empty heaven and earth were nothing, only indifferent stars twinkled, and a white meteor flew out of the sky, flying halfway, but it fell back cruelly, letting the monstrous despair drown the rice bucket.

So, you can't see it!

The pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe, the hot mist in his eyes rose, the stars in the sky turned into big snowflakes and fell, the cold wind rolled, and the two figures walked on each other.

Maybe it's walking on the side of the steps, maybe it's walking in the square of the food center, or maybe it's walking in her world full of secrets, holding each other's hands, and then shaking up and slapping the snowflakes falling from the sky.

One, two, three, in the vast cold, there is the purest warmth blooming......

Instead of late autumn, lonely rolled up in the quilt, still cold, still sad, still in pain and unable to breathe, if he wants to sleep in a dream, tears will roll.