With a white bed and white clothes, her face was even paler, and she sat quietly cross-legged, her brows furrowed tightly, as if she was suffering great pain.

A long time ago, Gu Que didn't know how long it was, when Tianji was still Bingluo, and they were still husband and wife at that time.

They are in the palace of the goddess, in the ice forest of a thousand mountains, next to the plum blossoms.

In her memory, it seemed that she had never frowned.

Gu Que remembered very well that at that time, Bingluo always had a faint smile on her face, which was not obvious, but it could be seen through her crystal eyes.

Her mood has not changed much, she only smiles faintly when she sees something she likes, and she is just expressionless when she encounters something sad.

No frowning, no sighing.

Only in the end, when she was finally expelled from the palace of the goddess, and finally when she was about to die, she wept and said a lot.

"The goddess palace treats me like a mother to her daughter, with hard work, to raise me to grow. However, there is no way to have both worlds, and if you don't live up to you, you will lose her. I only sigh that my life is shallow, and I can't do my wife's virtue in front of you, nor can I do my children's filial piety for the goddess's palace. ”

"Grab your knife and later... After I am gone, you can only use it to protect yourself. A knife man, the knife is in the person, and the knife kills the person. ”

"I really can't hold on, the black and white double ring is the treasure of the inheritance of the Goddess Palace, many of its secrets you don't know, it can protect you at a critical time. ”

"Will you forget me? You look at the weeping knife every day, touch the black and white ring every day, so that you don't forget me. ”

Gu Que remembers every word of these words clearly, and he always repeats them in his heart, tirelessly, only sour.

He knew that Bingluo left at the end, and he was very reluctant to himself.

It's just that this reluctance can't be expressed in words, and there are no words to describe how profound it is.

But now the knife man is still alive, but the knife is gone.

The Weeping Knife and the Black and White Rings are gone, and they haven't been touched for years, but why can't they be forgotten?

Perhaps something has been carved into the soul and can never be erased.

It is said that the sons of bad luck are jealous of heaven, and their fate is bumpy, and most of them die young. Is it entirely because of the perseverance and bloody nature that I was born with? Actually, no, in order to survive, to overcome something, one must have motivation.

Maybe my motivation comes from not being able to forget.

It's not that I want to prove how strong and good I am, I just want to get back what once belonged to me, what I cherished the most.

Gu Que suddenly thought of the "Book of Life and Death of the Heavens", can he use the "Book of Life and Death of the Heavens" and the "Resurrection Sutra" to combine it now and turn Tianji into the previous Bingluo?

Obviously, this is not possible, because he is not satisfied.

He is now more greedy than ever, and what he wants is not immediate and fleeting happiness, but eternity.

What is Eternity?

He didn't know, but he had to do it.

He kept looking at Tenhime, and that face didn't change at all except for his expression, especially now that he closed his eyes.

After all, Tianji's eyes are still different from Bingluo's, her eyes are too sharp, full of aggression and threat, so people can't look directly.

But when I think about it, when Tenhime was just resurrected, how indifferent and ruthless it was.

Now, he's actually changed a lot.

Maybe because of prejudice, I didn't notice it until I arrived in the Shura realm more than 20 years ago, and after Yeli and Maggie's mention, I gradually realized such a change, and realized the importance and hardship of being a celestial concubine.

In the past and present life, life is always as absurd and peculiar as a drama, but fortunately, it is not too late.

The most important understanding of people is to learn to cherish?

"Look at you, where has all your usual majesty gone? ”

Gu Que couldn't help but shake his head, and slowly sat down at the head of the bed, observing her from a close distance.

It's been a long time, and it seems that after she was resurrected, she has never been so close to her.

At this moment, she is still the same as she was back then, exuding a faint fragrance, slightly cold, but refreshing.

Her body knows herself well, the whole body is snow-white, there is not a mole, there is no spot, it seems to be condensed by autumn water, so perfect.

"Don't you pride yourself on being calm? Emphasizing the importance of sanity at all times? Why are you so conceited to go toe-to-toe with the Endless Holy Mountain? ”

Gu Que let out a soft voice, lifted the long hair between her eyebrows, and slowly pinned it behind her ears.

"One person fought alone in the realm of the four firmaments and was defeated, and after the battle was drawn to Haotian Zhongmiao, you are majestic, but the Gods and Demons Continent is not under your protection, and you are almost not swallowed by the Shura realm. ”

"At every turn, it will be the disaster of the destruction of the world, and I understand more and more why you chose to be Tianji instead of Bingluo. ”

Gu Que slowly closed his eyes and said softly: "It's just that how can I make you wake up?" Zhan Reincarnation said that your soul has almost healed, but the reason why you can't wake up is unknown, so I'll take a look at what is shackling your soul. ”

As Gu Que spoke, a white light flickered above his head, and the Book of Life and Death of the Heavens appeared, slowly flipping the paper, and inexplicable rules poured out, as if disrupting the internal order of the warship.

Gu Que said: "I don't know anything about you, but I know that you have the ability to send me into her sea of knowledge, come on." ”

When the voice fell, white light suddenly surged out from the Book of Life and Death of the Heavens, enveloping Gu Que, and a soft force suddenly crossed Gu Que's soul, as if breaking through a space, and suddenly rushed into darkness.

Gu Que understands that this is Tianji's sea of knowledge, but she is now asleep, so there is nothing, just nothingness.

But every life, in the sea of spiritual consciousness, has a reflection of experience.

It is inevitable that some of the most profound things will appear subconsciously and automatically, forming a picture in the sea of consciousness.

So what is the most profound thing for Tenhime?

The ancient sky fell, or sealed the snow-capped mountains for 100,000, or was it the time of resurrection, or was it some earth-shattering war?

After all, she has experienced too much, and no one knows how vigorous her most profound thing is.

Gu Que was very curious, and tried to walk forward, walking through the endless darkness, and I don't know how long it had passed, and finally saw a glimmer of light.

It was white light, with a reddish tinge of stars.

What is it?

Gu Que strode closer, finally seeing the scene in front of him clearly.

He stood in place, stunned, swallowing his saliva, but his eyes couldn't help but moisten a little.

"These flowers are so strong, in such a harsh environment, in such a cold wind, they bloom so brightly. ”

The voice is so familiar, including the tone.

Gu Que saw the ice forest of a thousand mountains and saw the plum blossoms that bloomed all over the cliffs.

There, there were two people, holding hands.

One is a slender woman, and the other is a thin but straight man.

Gu Que watched it for a long time, but he didn't know what he thought, so he hurriedly ran forward, running through this picture, and it seemed to be in another world.

It was a blue world, dimly lit, and a man was sitting there, head bowed, like a child making a mistake.

Bingluo knocked on the door, finally mustered up the courage to walk in, and said softly, "You, why did you treat me so much in the afternoon?"

The man did not speak, and did not even dare to speak.

Bingluo spoke again, her eyes were shining, and she said, "I know, I have read a lot of books, and kissing can only be found between husband and wife. But aren't we married yet?"

"I thought you would at least say something. ”

Bingluo's voice was not complaining, but there was a hint of anticipation, so the man beside the bed stood up suddenly.

His eyes were bloodshot, and they looked like a raging fire.

"I can't put into words what I like about you, I ......"

He didn't continue, perhaps because he was young and lacked courage and responsibility.

But Bingluo smiled sweetly.

Gu Que was walking down, striding forward.

He saw men and women lingering again and again, saw two people hugging each other, and saw plum blossoms blooming.

He saw a lot of things, all of which were the most familiar memories.

At some point, he was already in tears.

The last picture, that is the farewell under the Zhuling Mountain, the night is very windy, the weather is cold, and the snow is flying.

It was still cold in the cave, but the faint light of the red candle lit up the night.

There was a woman in a wedding dress who was looking at a young man and bowing deeply.

The simplest worship to get married, at the end of life, one person shed blood, one shed tears.

Then they hugged each other tightly, and then one confided, and the other cried.

One soul is gone, and one is permanently silent.

And finally, a face, a tearful but loving face.

That's their own face.

It was the last picture that Bingluo saw.

There is no earth-shattering war, no salvation to sing and cry about, no blood boiling, no vigor.

Gu Que has always thought that what Tianji can remember is probably really those thrilling battles that can affect the entire human race or the world.

But he saw that the deepest thing in Tenhime's soul was the time he spent with himself.

From strange to familiar, from acquaintance to love, from lingering to farewell.

Sadness has been buried deep in my heart for countless years, and Gu Que has learned to hide and not dig.

It's just that when he sees it now, he can't think of all this.

What a relief, and what an honor.

What pain, and what happiness.

He was paralyzed in the void of space, and he saw the dawn in the distance.

So many years of fighting, bloodshed, fighting, wandering between life and death, all forbearance, outbursts, sadness, and anger.

All emotions are written in these more than 80 years.

Like, all for this moment!

Gu Que lay down, and he seemed to be endlessly satisfied.

He suddenly felt that the world was so beautiful and the future was so desirable.

There was light in his eyes, a glimmer of hope.

His tone was soft, but extremely firm: "I believe, Bingluo, you will come back eventually." ”