Gu Xiaowen had absorbed enough of the essence of the living corpse, and it was the night of a cloud palace on the moon.

Yan Ping still washed the blood stains on Gu Xiaowen's face, several living corpses were cruising around them, and they could clearly hear the screams coming from the giant ship, these were like a childhood drama staged on the stage of memory, far away from Yan Ping.

Gu Xiaowen's washed face has a layer of moonlight and a layer of lake light, which is very good-looking. Yan Ping found that he was looking at himself, yes, looking, not the kind of "seeing" that he felt with super-thoughts, but with his eyes. Yan Ping's heart stopped beating, Gu Xiaowen's lips were moving, did she want to speak, although she couldn't say anything.

Yan Ping was overjoyed, but it was a great fear, and the fear was because it was unbelievable. Yan Ping jumped away a few steps, looking at Gu Xiaowen at the water's edge, Yan Ping didn't dare to imagine it, because every time this river and lake brought him disappointment, and this time, he really couldn't bear such a disappointment.

Yan Ping didn't even notice that he had retreated to the side of a living corpse. The living corpse stretched out his hand to grab Yan Ping, Yan Ping could only see the swift action of the living corpse, and he couldn't see Gu Xiaowen's shot clearly, Gu Xiaowen was here, even if all the living corpses swarmed up, Yan Ping would not be damaged at all.

Gu Xiaowen's eyes became brighter day by day, and the smell of people was returning to her day by day.

This is something that Kong Jiusi and those great alchemy theorists of ancient times would not have thought of. Only Yan Ping, who has experienced the month by the lake, knows the greatness of creation.

When the drug-making maniacs in the rivers and lakes of Shushan make humanity unbalanced, creation will make it balanced again. The living corpses by the lake gradually decreased, and the corpses of those living corpses, after losing their Dan Qi, began to decay into the ground like ordinary corpses.

The Living Corpses, a new race created by the madmen, will eventually be destroyed by their Living Corpse King himself. When the first living corpse Neidan appeared, I thought it was the beginning of the living corpse ruling the world, but as everyone knows, it was the prelude to the destruction of the living corpse.

The first thing that returned to Gu Xiaowen's body was her sleep, and then her dreams.

That night, Gu Xiaowen by the lake suddenly fell asleep and was awakened again. Yan Ping was pleasantly surprised to find that Gu Xiaowen could dream again, although she couldn't speak yet, and she hadn't remembered the words and things in the world.

Although her dreams were still very chaotic and vague, after she dreamed that night, there was always a smile in Yan Ping's eyes, and she smiled very much like Gu Xiaowen in the past.

Gu Qiaowen continued to suck the corpse qi of the living corpse, and the yin and yang qi in his body were constantly reconciled, the qi pulse was smooth, and his mind gradually became clearer. The original spirit returned, and the conflict between heaven, earth and man gradually subsided.

Yan Ping also kept thinking, in fact, for hundreds of years, the Poison Mound Sect had created living corpses as a killing tool for them to dominate the martial arts, and in the end, what they created was actually a kind of living corpse essence that even they didn't understand, and this essence could cultivate a kind of inner dan.

And this Neidan can in turn destroy all the living corpses. Humanity never knows that its own toss is actually just a ridiculous mistake on the chessboard of creation. It's just a futile getaway in the labyrinth of creation.

The battle on the iron lock boat continued, and it must have been an extremely tragic battle. These days, the night is always lit up by firelight, and many of the ship's buildings are lit with flames.

One night, Yan Ping and Gu Xiaowen slept on a big rock by the lake, sleeping with the rippling waters of the lake and the intermittent sound of fighting on the boat.

In the middle of the night, the cold lake water submerged the stone, and Yan Ping, who woke up, saw Gu Xiaowen looking at the moon in a daze, with a look of reminiscing about the past. And the moon was strangely red, and Yan Ping woke up from his dream, and he saw that the huge ship was slowly sinking with flames that soared into the sky.

A huge whirlpool expanded around the shore of the lake until the entire Shichidao Lake became a huge whirlpool, as if the moon in the sky was about to be swirled into it. The few living corpses were also watching this strange scene by the lake.

Gu Xiaowen only looked at the moon.

Yan Ping said to her: "The last palace of the Poison Mound Gate has sunk. ”

Gu Xiaowen looked at Yan Ping and smiled, she smiled so reluctantly, she wasn't very good at laughing.

Yan Ping said, like a myth. Have you ever seen a ship this big?

Of course not, never dreamed of it. Yan Ping replied on behalf of Gu Xiaowen.

The next morning, there was still half a huge ship on the lake, and many people -- Yan Ping really couldn't imagine that so many people were still alive from summer to this winter, and how many people were on that huge ship -- put away many chains at the broken point of the broken boat.

A number of small boats left on the surface of the lake, still chained together, became the front half of a huge ship, but some of the boats were only put together in the shape of half a boat, which looked very strange in this large lake. People always want to put together this half of the boat and the half of the boat underwater.

For so many days, the men at the bow scuttled through many of the stern boats, and then they unchained them, and finally let the back half of the ship sink. Yan Ping roughly guessed like this. Looking at the corpses wandering in a lake, looking at the half of the huge boat under the water, like the reflection of this half on the lake, the lake is more like a mirror, but in the mirror and outside the mirror, all that is reflected is death.

Suddenly heavy snow overnight. This big valley is white, and the Qiongtian jade realm is general.

Gu Xiaowen seemed to be a little happy, and stepped on the snow to find the living corpse. Yan Ping still eats fish, this lake is like a bowl of soup made of corpses, and the fish in it are so delicious that Yan Ping wants to vomit. Wild vegetables are hard to find.

Gu Xiaowen pulled Yan Ping, and sometimes she would deliberately step on deep footprints on the snow. Yan Ping finally understood what Gu Xiaowen meant, she wanted Yan Ping to step on her footprints, as if this was a very fun game.

Gu Xiaowen is now like an imbecile child, and I hope she can grow up soon. Yan Ping thought, but in some ways, he is more like a child, he has to be led by Gu Xiaowen every day, if Gu Xiaowen lets go of himself, he can't keep up with her, but he is afraid that he will die in an instant, and he is really more fragile than a baby in this strange world.

Fortunately, in this weird world, at least there are fewer and fewer living corpses, and Gu Xiaowen's daily intake of living corpse qi is also decreasing.

In the woods in the distance, Gu Xiaowen helped Yan Ping catch a hare, and she reached into the cave in the snow and caught it.

Yan Ping was surprised that there was such a life alive in this valley where living corpses were rampant. Yan Ping really couldn't bear to hurt it. But in the afternoon, while eating the long-lost barbecue by the fire, Yan Ping rejoiced that his cruelty had triumphed over compassion.

"Brother Hare, I'm really sorry, you save my life, you will be reincarnated as a rich son in the next life, and your martial arts are high" Yan Ping said this, hesitated, and said: "In the next life, bless you not to be reincarnated in this Shu Mountain in the next life." Yan Ping looked at Gu Xiaowen and found that she had washed the blood off her face. The beauty-loving nature is also being resurrected.

The weather is getting colder and colder, Gu Wanwen falls asleep with Yan Ping in his arms at night, Gu Wanwen is not afraid of cold, his body is always warm, no matter when Gu Wanwen is, whether she is a living corpse or the king of living corpses, whether her memory is a dream or a residual symbolic light, whether her mind is rational or an intuitive sense that transcends human nature, she always remembers how to protect Yan Ping, or rather, protect her only connection with this world.

Yan Ping hugged Gu Xiaowen and slept in the snowy night of the rivers and lakes, Yan Ping's heart was not moved, he was not moved in the dream, and the moving would not come to his heart until he woke up from the dream.

Under the moonlight, Yan Ping, who woke up, saw some living corpses walking on the surface of the lake, walking towards the half of the huge boat. Yan Ping thought that he had just woken up from one dream and was still in another dream. For a long time, the people in this river and lake have not been able to distinguish when it is a dream and when it is a wake.

The lake froze. I see. Half of the huge ship was quiet for a few days, and then the sound of fighting started again, and there were only a few living corpses left, but it was enough to tear the human flesh on the huge ship.

This is the end of the story. Yan Ping thought, damn it, no one needs to kill him, this river and lake, self-inflicted Yan Ping pointed to a cloud palace that rose in the sky between the peaks facing each other with two twin towers on his head, and said to Gu Xiaowen, Let's go out-

Gu Wanwen hugged Yan Ping, flew up, jumped on the cliff, and flew through the clouds. Occasionally, a snowflake fell, but the sound of the snowflake falling was more terrifying than the screams of the giant ship that was getting farther and farther away.

When he arrived at the Cold Moon Pavilion, Gu Xiaowen pulled Yan Ping into a cloud palace. The remnant lamp was lit, and it was cold in the palace. Yan Ping showed the cloth to Gu Xiaowen, and Gu Xiaowen seemed to be recalling something. Forget it, Yan Ping thought, and threw the cloth away, and the memory is not a few lines on the cloth and a blood painting that has been smeared many times.

The memory is now holding Gu Xiaowen with him.

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