Chapter 3: Spirits Accompany You

You are the only one in the world, and I hope you can keep this tormenting love that you don't want to let go.

Even if the earth is desolate.

East Wind Side of Atlante: The Windy Year City.

There were a few clouds floating in the clear blue sky, slowly shaking. The leaves of the open land swayed gently in the breeze, the leaves "rattled and rattled", and the colorful wildflowers on the grass stretched to the horizon, and the air was filled with a refreshing fragrance.

A breeze blows through the wind chimes in front of every house in the city, and the crisp bells float through every corner of the city, and people on the streets come and go, shouting and greetings, peaceful and calm.

Turn around the wide downtown street, look up and see, a majestic golden city hall is located in front of you, with blue bricks and red tiles, silver roads and golden walls.

"What else can you do! I can't find anyone!" A majestic-faced man in the hall of the city hall angrily reprimanded the soldiers kneeling in front of him: "If you can't find it again, get out of here!"

"Yes, Lord!" replied the soldiers in unison.

"Brother, what are you doing? What did they do wrong?" walked in from outside the door a well-proportioned woman, with waist-length hair pinned to Windy City's unique wind pendulum flowers, and a plain butterfly tail skirt draped over a man's clothes.

"You're back. The man who was originally angry saw her in front of him, and instantly sighed with relief. Hurriedly ran over and put his hands on her shoulders, looked left and right at her, and asked in a concerned whisper, "Where have you been this night?"

"I'm fine, haven't I come back?" the woman smiled lightly, turned around, looked at the soldier kneeling on the ground, and asked intoxicatingly, "Why did you make your lord angry?"

"Back to the princess, the lord saw that you did not return all night, and was anxious, and sent us to look for you, but we were incompetent and could not find you in time, and asked the lord and the princess to punish you. ”

"City Lord, are you going to punish them?" said Diexi, blinking, a deliberate smile.

"You are the naughtiest of the three of us brothers and sisters!" the man looked at Diexi lovingly, then turned his head and said, "Go down!"

"Thank you, Lord!"

"Diexi, where have you been this night? Do you know I'm worried?"

"I didn't ...... Where to go, it's just to hide from the rain. Diexi turned his head to the side, his face flushing slightly.

"Really?" the man looked at Diexia with a wicked smile. He went to Diexi's side and ripped off the clothes she was draping on, "And what is this?"

"It's ...... Clothes. ”

"But it looks like a man's clothes. ”

"Kazel, are you finished?" said to himself as he snatched the man's clothes from his hand, "I still have to give it back to him."

"This Windy City is why you dare to call me by my name. ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Castle. Isn't it okay to pay you interest? "Lying mischievous and pretending to apologize, warm and cute.

"Don't make a fuss, you can rest quickly, I'll send someone over to make hot water for you." ”

"I don't need them, I can do it myself. Diexi said as he waved his hand and walked out of the temple gate. The pure white horn raised behind him slid past the threshold, and the hall was filled with a faint fragrance.

The Extreme of Artesesi: The Temple of Coldness

Deserted Night walked into the hall with a cold face, followed by a girl who was trotting all the way, wearing a pink robe fluttering in the wind, pure and lovely.

"Brother Desertion, you wait for me!"

All the cold despair is the warm sunlight of the past carved lines in the body, and the tears are drowned into a river, which cannot be passed, and no one cares about it again.

"Araiya, how is the task given to you?" sat a majestic figure in the center of the main hall. The tone of his voice was cold and stiff.

"Master, I didn't complete the task. In the eyes of the wild night, in addition to the unstoppable arrogance at this moment, there was a little more uneasiness. He turned his gaze to the side, not daring to look directly at the person in front of him.

"This Atyst, apart from the city lord of the four countries, who else can't you kill?The top-level shield in your hand, the god leader of the lions, and the extraordinary Tianbing, you can't kill a young man?"

"It's not that I can't kill him, it's ...... It's ......"

"And what?"

"Master, that young man's divine skills are not pure, and Tianbing's inheritance is not perfect, just ......"

"Say!"

The girl in the pink shirt gently pulled the corners of his blue and black robe a few times behind Deserted Night, and her eyes were full of endless concern and anxiety. Deserted Night turned his head, looked at her, turned his head again, and looked at the man: "It's just that a mysterious person who suddenly appeared rescued him with a fire clone, I originally thought he was the lost person of the North, but his Tianbing ...... I...... I really didn't know how to beat him. ”

"What kind of Tianbing can make you, a person who once buried nine thousand soldiers, so timid?" The man in front of him looked impatient, he closed his eyes, picked up a glass of water on the table, and took a few sips.

"Reincarnation of the gods. ”

The moment he heard these four words, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop", shattering into pieces, and transparent water flowed everywhere.

It's like the sorrow of 900 years ago spreads in my heart.

"Master!"

"Father!"

Araya and the girl screamed at the same time.

He waved his hand: "It's okay!" With a serious face, as if a catastrophe was coming, he sighed and said to himself: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it." ”

"That?"

"You go down first, let me think. ”

"Yes. The girl took the hand of the wild night and ran all the way to a peach forest outside the door, the girl's pink clothes melted into the endless peach blossoms, and the rich fragrance of the peach blossoms in the air was intoxicating. The breeze blows, and the peach blossoms fall one after another, like a sky full of snow, sprinkled with the ocean, which makes people feel desolate and warm. It's like the last pure land in the world.

"Harahara, what the hell are you going to do?" Araya impatiently let go of her hand.

"Brother Desertion, look. The girl mischievously took out a wreath of pink peach blossoms from behind her, and put it on Aranight's head while laughing.

In the endless peach forest, there are only the laughter of the girl's silver bells and the cold voice of the deserted night, and the peach blossoms falling all over the sky.

Deserted Night looked helplessly at the little girl in front of him. He sighed and walked away.

The girl looked at his departing back, puzzled and sad. , The blue-black back of the deserted night looked particularly dazzling in this pink peach forest, and disappeared from the girl's sight little by little. The more a heart bears, the heavier the weight, the harder it will fall.

East Wind Side of Atlante: The Windy Year City

Diexi walked out of the temple door, walked around a quiet path paved with cobblestones, and walked to the bedroom on both sides of the road, gently came to the door, stretched out his right hand to push open the wooden door, the clothes on the forearm of his left hand were blown up by the wind, and the fluff on the placket was wet and stuck together by the cold rain last night, and did not dry it. She walked into the room, closed the door with her hands behind her back, and sat down at a table inside the door. She gently put the clothes on her left arm on the table, the pupils under her slender eyelashes looked intently, and the shallow smile on the corner of her mouth was like the purest sunshine in winter.

There was a knock on the door from the outside.

"Please come in. ”

A man walked in from outside the door, standing in the doorway with his hands behind his back. Against the light, you can't see clearly. He took a few steps forward and asked softly, "How is it, are you resting, do you want to eat?"

"No need. ”

Kazel walked to Diexi and sat down, put away his former majesty, sighed very slightly, and said softly: "Diexi, my father died in that war nine hundred years ago, and the eldest brother is nowhere to be found now, if the eldest brother is still here, his Tianbing will definitely make the other three kingdoms dare not easily set foot in our land." Now we claim that our eldest brother has traveled abroad, which is never the way to go. I will carry the burden of this Windy City alone, and despite the hard work, you can rest assured that I will take care of you. ”

"Brother, what's wrong with you today?"

"It's okay, I'm leaving, you can rest well. Kazel got up to go out, walked to the door, and suddenly turned his head, as if suddenly remembered something: "This dress...... Why do you still keep it?"

"Other people's things have to be returned to others, you go and get busy with yours. Diexi pushed him as he walked out the door.

Outside the door, a large area of fragrant leaves "rattle", occasionally flew by a few unknown black birds, chirped a few times at random and hurried away. It is like a small pebble thrown into a quiet lake covered with moonlight, and after a circle of ripples, it returns to calm.

"Can we meet again?"

Wind side of the East of Atyste: Nameless bamboo house

The empty courtyard was covered with yellow bamboo leaves, and a few small birds covered with snow-white feathers stood on the stone table in the courtyard, sticking their heads into their cups, and drinking the still warm snow leaf tea in the cups.

With a "squeak", accompanied by the old sound of the door shaft rotating, Yang Huan walked out of the house, and there was a desolation in front of him, the bamboo leaves wet by the rain last night were scattered everywhere, and several birds suddenly raised their heads from the stone table and flew away in a hurry. The smell of rain and dirt was still in the air.

Yang Huan walked to the table and sat down, picked up the cup of snow tea, looked at it carefully for a while, and with a tilt of his hand, the whole cup of water was spilled.

"Originally, they went to Suxu to get the weapon of life, but they were subjected to this unwarranted disaster for no reason, and they should be very worried after coming out for so long. ”

His hand gently drew some unknown patterns and patterns on the table, and after a moment of careful consideration, he turned back to the room, took out a pen and paper, and the small characters on the paper flew under the tip of the pen.

At the moment of life and death, I am grateful for saving my life. Gu Pan'er face, not repaid. I thought of my loved ones, and had no choice but to leave, and the book signaled that he would see each other one day and repay it with his life.

Every parting is to see you again.

Yang Huan packed up his things, put them on his shoulders, turned around and walked out of the bamboo house, and closed the door tightly with his hands. The youth and years that are separated from each other begin to slowly become clear, slowly approaching, life and death kill each other, love and hate are repaid, countless grievances and hatreds are waiting for him on the road, love or hate, all for a person in this world, the silk thread of fate is far away from two people, tightly entangled, walking through the fork of life a thousand turns, and finally meeting somewhere, cherishing each other.

Yang Huan walked out of the courtyard, looked back affectionately, and then turned around and left without looking back. The firm back looked so thin and helpless, so cold and desperate in the withering bamboo leaves.

"This wine is not bad!"

A desolate word came from the front in the secluded bamboo forest. But no one can be seen. Yang Huan looked around vigilantly, and no one was around. "Did I mishear?" he let out a sigh of relief, and continued walking on his face with a blank face.

"Come and help me, young man. ”

"Who?" Yang Huan turned around and saw a ragged man lying in the bamboo forest on the side of the road, full of wine, and the wine jars around him were rolling everywhere. Half of his body was buried in the thick withered bamboo leaves, and his whole figure was exhausted. Struggling to get up.

Yang Huan slowly, leaned over, and asked in a tentative whisper, "You, are you okay?" ”

"Little ghost!" I ...... a drunken burp, "how can I be okay! ”

Yang Huan walked over, grabbed his arm with one hand, and dragged his back with the other to help him up. A black light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes and disappeared into the man's hand. Yang Huan suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at it again, "Eh, this dragon on your finger is so strange!" Yang Huan suddenly grabbed his left hand and approached his eyes to take a closer look.

The drunkard drunkenly held his arm and tried to stand up, and the moment he inadvertently touched the pattern on Yang Huan's arm, the drunkard suddenly discovered something, rolled up Yang Huan's sleeve, and a moon-black totem was vividly imprinted on his arm. The drunkard seemed to suddenly think of something, looked at the young man in front of him with a solemn face, and then changed back to a drunk look after looking at it for a while.

"What dragon, how can there be a dragon?" The drunken man suddenly broke away from Yang Huan's hand, staggered back a few steps, and looked around the sky, "Where is there a dragon?" After speaking, he staggered back. Yang Huan picked up the wine jar on the ground, sniffed it close to his nose and immediately threw it away.

"What a strong wine! how much has you drunk!" he looked at the man's departing swaying figure and shook his head, "What a person!"

The two of them walked forward back to back, and the drunkard's faint singing voice came from behind Yang Huan, "In this life, the war at sea is extinct, and the wife is separated from the grievances of all people, and there is no ......"

Wind side of Atlantus East: Fengshen Village

The fragrant trees at the entrance of the village sifted through the warm afternoon sun, casting a mottled shadow on the ground, the swings hanging from the trunks were still swaying back and forth in the wind, and there were peaceful old women sitting in front of several grass houses in the village doing some delicate work. Yang Huan walked into the village, bypassed a few paths, walked to the door of a house, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly.

"Mother, I'm back, open the door. ”

A pair of wrinkled hands opened the firewood door, the firewood door opened, and the old woman saw Yang Huan, the worried look on her face was hidden and nowhere to be found, and she smiled.

"Yang'er, it's okay. ”

"It's okay, mother, are you okay?"

"Mother is fine, come in. ”

"Hmm!" Yang Huan nodded heavily and smiled happily. The old woman walked slowly into the back room.

A mysterious figure flashed outside the door, looking at Yang Huan quietly from behind, the silver lines on his arms faintly flashing.

Yang Huan helped the old woman sit down, and he sat opposite.

"Yang'er, where have you been these days?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I just walked outside. Yang Huan lowered his head and unconsciously lowered his tone.

"Something must have happened, you tell your mother, and your mother may be able to help you. ”

"Mother, don't worry about it, I'm fine, it's not early, you go and rest quickly. ”

The sunlight gradually disappeared, and the night eroded the little temperature left in the air, and slowly, the cold moon climbed up from the side of the wind, covering the bright moonlight, and the Fanghua tree stood quietly at the entrance of the village, without a trace of wind passing by. Yang Huan walked out of the house, crossed the unknown path, walked to the swing under the Fanghua tree at the entrance of the village and sat down, shaking quietly, his head resting on the rope on one side of the swing, his heart was disorganized, too many things had happened in the past few days to make him uneasy. If he hadn't gone to the Void to take his life, maybe he wouldn't have met the Deserted Night, the mysterious man, and maybe he could be a carefree child like before and live happily in Fengshen Village. But what happened would have been naïve if it had happened.

"What are you thinking?"

Yang Huan suddenly raised his head, and there was a person wearing a black cloak standing in front of him, and the silver lines on the back of his hand were still faintly shining.

"It's you!" Yang Huan suddenly jumped off the swing and ran to the man: "You saved me in the Sea of Sighs that day, and I haven't thanked you yet." ”

"No thanks. The man in the cloak took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to straighten out Yang Huan's clothes: "You seem to have something on your mind?"

"It's not a concern, I originally planned to go to the Void to take the weapon of life that day, but the result ...... Alas. ”

"Su Xu, do you mean the place where the energy source continues to produce the weapon of life?" the man in the cloak said with a hint of disdain in his questioning tone.

"That's right. ”

"You don't have to go to that kind of place, how can the life-weapon in there be worthy of you. ”

"What do you mean?" asked Yang Huan like a child.

"Your weapon of life is definitely not in the void, and besides, your current Tianbing is not perfect, even if you obtain the weapon of life, there is no way to use it. If you really want to have your own weapon of life, tomorrow I will take you to the Western Desolate Illusory Dust Lake to fetch the Thunder Spirit Jade to perfect Tianbing. ”

"Isn't that the place where the West is far away and goes to the dust?"

"So what?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm not sure I've ever fought a deserted night yet. Yang Huan lowered his head.

"Deserted Night?" the man in the cloak laughed. "You're worried about it, Desert Night is not worthy of fighting you. ”

Yang Huan didn't speak.

"I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow night. "I'll take you to get Lei Lingyu.

"Why do you help me so often?"

"It's fate. The man in the cloak turned around and waved his hand behind him without looking back: "Remember, don't be late at this time tomorrow night." ”

Only the remnants of the spark shimmered faintly.

So faint and small in the night.

Grief can sometimes be like a flood, which comes unexpectedly and comes in pieces.