"Will there be a day when leaves will stain the whole ocean black?" a gray-haired old priest stood quietly in the middle of the sea, dressed in a red robe and holding a fiery version of the scepter. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His appearance is ordinary, his face is tired, like an old man in his last years, but his temperament is distant and mysterious, like a bubble in a dream world, which is difficult to approach, and like the unknown in legends, full of mystery.

But if you look closely, you can see that he still has an eye on his forehead, which is slightly closed, and he is too tired to rest.

"I'm not going to let it happen, Mingyu!" A man stood next to the old man known as Mingyu.

He wore his hair tied, his upper body wore tight blue long sleeves, the lower half of his body was gray hemp pants, a pair of unruly wooden slippers in the cold wind interpreted the word chic to the extreme, a historic gourd pinned to his waist, and a flute and a sword without a scabbard were tied and held in his hand.

He's handsome, you can't deny that.

But his handsomeness is not the bright eyes and zirconium teeth of the young master, and his face is like a peach blossom, but the taste of a mature man tempered by years and experience, as mellow as wine, and the more he tastes it, the more mellow it becomes.

A shallow beard, three or two strands of hair fluttering in the breeze, deep and restrained eyes without any sharpness and sharpness, only the calm of the ancient well, the thin face is full of wind and frost but also full of energy, and the slightly open chest reveals the bronzed skin and the scars of the years.

A tempered sword is likely to be scarred and incomplete, but it is also likely to be sharp and resilient.

The man clearly belongs to the latter!

"Yasuo, in the evening of the day before yesterday, the growth rate of the Night Ink Tree suddenly increased rapidly. Ming's tone was a little sad, and his gray beard trembled slightly in the cold wind.

Yasuo looked into the distance, replaced the sword with his hand, and with a light stroke in the air, an invisible wind blade broke through the air, cutting off a thousand-foot-high ice stone in Wuliang Mountain, and the ice stone submerged into the sea and turned into a turbulent current.

The tide is rising.

"The ice of Mount Wuliang will run out one day. ”

Yasuo shook his head: "Ice into water, water condenses ice, infinite circulation, this is the law of nature, he can't break it." ”

"But the temperature in the tundra is getting lower. Ming Yu disagrees with Yasuo's statement: "If the temperature is so low that the sea freezes, the world will have only ice and no water." ”

"Then let's not let the temperature get low, that's the meaning of the star's existence. Yasuo replied in a dashing manner, his clothes chattering in the cold wind.

"Starlight ......" Ming Yu paused, and said as if he was unwilling to admit it: "The day before yesterday, I watched the sky at night, and one of the seven stars of the Big Dipper was much dimmer. ”

Yasuo frowned slightly, his lips squirming slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally fell silent.

Perhaps, the prophecy is about to come true. Mingyu's gray beard trembled slightly, his orange-peeled cheeks looked even more old and weak, and the deep folds were full of deep helplessness.

Yasuo's brow furrowed even deeper, and he stared at the oracle with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"The night covers the stars, half cloudy and half bright. Ming Yu sighed, he had seen this prophecy a hundred years ago, and the members of the stars had been enlightening it for a hundred years, and still did not understand its meaning.

The stars should refer to the stars, the night refers to the calamity, the calamity of the stars is slowly coming, their light will be covered by the night, but is it a shadow or light to be covered by the night?

"Yasuo, night is coming, it is beginning to cover Nock's numerology, the next one is me, is it you or Jin Yanmu, Dragon City, Shuoguang or Qing Hibiscus?" Ming Yu shook his head helplessly, depressed like a bad old man who was drenched in the rain.

Yasuo's anger overflowed like a sink full of water, but instead of gushing out like a fountain, it trickled down from all sides of the sink, and he gently closed his eyes, looked at his old friend with whom he had been all day and night, and patted the latter's shoulder.

"You may be really too old, but after living for so long, you shouldn't still be unable to see through life and death. ”

Yasuo looked into the distance, his tone as indifferent as a white cloud, and as firm as steel: "If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it for the time being, and think about what you can think, if you can't do it, then don't do it, and do what you can do now."

Mingyu, you are the messenger of the star lord, you can see the future, but you are also a part of the future, you can change, and the future will naturally change. ”

Ming Yu faced the wind and snow, nodded, and shook his head again: "Back then, the Star Lord chose you as the leader of the stars, perhaps because you were always so confident. ”

"I'm not strong because I'm confident, I'm strong because I'm confident. "Yasuo's wine gourd makes a beautiful sound in the wind, tinkling and ding, it is a wisp of heaven in the noisy wind and snow, a trace of clear spring in the turbid water, and a touch of uniqueness among the mediocre people.

He is such a person, although ordinary, he never thinks that he can only do ordinary things.

"Yasuo, the stars need you like this now. Ming Yu nodded, closed his eyes slightly, and said to himself, "I'm too old." ”

Yasuo stood silent in the wind.

Ming Yu opened his eyes and saw that Yasuo was still standing beside him, and said with some puzzlement, "Why are you still standing here? ”

"I owe you as much!" Yasuo looked pained, he was a dashing man, and he hated to make that kind of choice that was not human inside and out.

"You don't owe anyone. ”

"As a leader, I have a duty to keep you safe. ”

"As a member, you also have a responsibility not to worry the chief. ”

Yasuo paused, and there was a little more indifference in his eyes: "You're right, Starlight should be a sacrificial group, Nok can be sacrificed, and so can you." ”

Ming Yu suddenly laughed, swept away the decadence just now, and his cloudy eyes showed a rare brightness: "Did Kong Wu reply to you a message?"

Yasuo shook his head and looked into the distance: "It's been a year, and there has been no news." ”

"It's unusual. ”

"Yes, I guided Xin Wu into the pit viper, and then arranged for Oni Wu Ji to protect him, and arranged for Kong Wu to let him enter the vast desert...... But so far there has been no news. ”

"What about the little girl named Onitakehime?"

Yasuo shook his head again.

"I wonder why you're worried about that kid?"

His gaze was very deep, he stood very high, and he could see far away, but he still couldn't see through the heavy wind and snow ahead, and he couldn't see the future of Xin Wu clearly.

He's confused!

Ming Yu took a deep breath, and finally asked one of the two questions that had plagued him for many years.

The first question is the eight characters of the prophecy: the night covers the stars, half cloudy and half bright!

The second question is, why would Yasuo, who is so wise and calm that he is almost indifferent, care so much about a child?

Yasuo stared at the oracle, pondered for a long time, and finally nodded, ready to answer the oracle.

Of course, the less people knew about this secret, the better, but he knew that this would probably be the last conversation between himself and Mingyu.

This starlight priest, whose time is short, may die in the confrontation between the Infinite Sea and the Infinite Tree on the first day after he leaves.

When a man is about to die, his words are good.

Yasuo took a deep breath, his slightly open chest rose and fell slightly, and the wind and snow that fell on his neckline instantly melted.

He whispered a word in the ear of the oracle.

Thunder exploded, snow-capped mountains collapsed, and the black water rippled with continuous rumbling sounds.

Ming Yu stood in place like a puppet when he heard the shocking news, and after a few minutes, he was frozen into an ice sculpture by the wind and snow.

A few minutes later, the ice slag shattered, and Ming Yu eagerly asked two words: "Really?"

Yasuo nodded: "It's true!"

"If that's true, why don't you leave? Ming Yu waved his sleeves lightly, and the breeze formed a sailboat, carrying Yasuo forward.

"Nightink Tree ......"

"I said I was old, but I didn't say I was dead. Ming Yu stood with his hands in his hands, and stood as straight as possible with his slightly rickety body.

He knew that Yasuo would definitely go, that the leader of the stars must be resolute and calm, that he must know how to make trade-offs, and that the future of the whole world must definitely take precedence over personal emotions.

This sanctified man does not touch cause and effect, does not owe favors, and pays gentlemanly gifts, but he is up to the point, so he can be so chic that he can leave when he wants to, and come back when he wants to come back.

He lived in the tundra for many years, did not have deep friendships with others, and always kept a polite distance.

You can say that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but it is more of a wisdom that is calm to the extreme.

If you can't get rid of these causes and effects, then there's no need to get into these fireworks.

He can calculate feelings, but he can't use feelings, so the best thing is: the road is facing the sky, and everyone is fine.

That's why this man went to a distant place to investigate when Dunhuang was dying, and left to carry out a mission when Xin Wu was twelve years old.

So he was favored by the star lord and shouldered the future of the stars.

Ming Yu still urged him like this, because the power exerted by the dashing Yasuo and the not-chic Yasuo was completely different.

In order to ensure Xinwu's safety, he must bring Yasuo's strength to its strongest state.

Yasuo looked at the Ming Yu, and after a long time, he finally understood the latter's intentions, and issued an order that was not close to people but was very close to people: "Ming Yu, you can die, and the Infinite Tree cannot break free from the Infinite Sea."

But you'd better not die, because I hate collecting corpses. ”

Ming Yu smiled very happily: "If it is possible, if you are lucky enough, bring Xin Wu back to have two drinks with my old man." ”

If he could exchange his life for a safe news for Xin Wu, Ming Yu felt that it was too worthwhile.

This old great priest, the great priest who is afraid of death, and the great priest who has no self-confidence has become a great priest who is responsible, resists responsibility, and will never give up.

"Give this to Hoheji and Hoho Hao for me!" Two flying swords suddenly appeared out of thin air and landed in front of Ming Yu.

The black crescent moon has a beautiful arc, and the cold blade freezes the falling snowflakes into ice cubes, the famous sword - the black knife dark moon!

The slender and turquoise sword body is as elegant as water, soft and light to the point of floating like a ribbon, the famous sword - the dance of fine snow!

Ming Yu knew that he had this friendship with Hoheji and Hohehao, and he smiled very happily.

Yasuo walked on the frost and snow, carrying ancient swords and wine, and walked with the wind.