Nebulae, whirlpools, cliffs, roars, shouts, wails.

White robe, big sword, two hands, eyes, vastness, a heart.

The illusion is reborn, messy and irregular, as if the events of countless centuries and countless shijie are superimposed on the picture and all come to mind, and the headache is splitting.

With a bang, the picture turned, and a starry sky appeared in the sight. Six stellar clouds of different colors form a huge ring, and three narrow swirls form a needle that pierces the ring and points to nothingness, forming a strangely shaped heart, or star.

The heart or the star drifts silently, penetrating the vastness, crossing the borders, as if sleeping, as if searching.

The alternation of life and death, the flow of years and years, only time is eternal. The starry sky is vast, the stars are insignificant, and the endless years have flowed through the endless distance, and after witnessing countless births and deaths, the star gradually becomes exhausted.

It has seen too much, witnessed too long, and its near-endless life cannot withstand the real and endless time, and its body begins to crumble.

With exhaustion, with hope, the heart-shaped star struggled to maintain its body and move forward in vain.

Finally, one day, with a loud sound of shijie collapsing, the star scars collapsed and scattered into billions of clouds of various sizes, forming a new realm in the vastness.

That was the beginning of chaos, and it was also the beginning of the birth and reproduction of life in the realm.

In confusion, confusion, roar, disorder, nine, no, ten rays of light scattered around, nine of which disappeared from the sky and hidden, only the tenth fainter but seemed to be more persistent, roaring away, extending the direction of the previous direction

Keep going.

The huge unfriended star scar turned into a small blob of light. The speed is much faster, and he looks more anxious. More helpless and more confused. After the light cluster is gone. Nine earth-shattering roars rang out from that brand-new realm, like retention, like nostalgia, like angry roars and shouts.

The light group ignored it, and flickered through the vastness, never looking back.

I don't know how long I walked, how many realms I passed through like its body, saw countless races of living beings, and experienced countless dangers.

Every time you experience a shijie. The light will pause, look carefully, listen carefully, feel it seriously, as if searching. Every time a shijie is experienced, there are always some powerful beings who perceive something, and sweep in all directions with a majestic and unimaginable liliang that is enough to destroy the starry sky. On several occasions, the light cluster was discovered by certain beings, and was immediately hunted down by countless beings. Had to divide a part of the limited liliang, defend against a strong enemy, and then escape.

Every battle is a starry catastrophe.

I don't know how long it has been. The liliang of the light cluster is about to be exhausted, and the surrounding shijie is still dark and boundless, as if there is no end.

So it knew. I'm going to die.

The light was still moving forward in the vastness, shuttling through the darkness. But there is only instinct left, and there is no room for anything else. At this moment, it is as strong as before. It will have no power to resist and will be left to its own devices.

Time passed coldly, the space continued, and the light became dim in the passage and continuity, until it was extinguished, turning into ubiquitous particles, one of the billions of dust around it.

Dark, cold, lonely, never-ending.

Until one day, a golden light appeared in front of him, a ball of light that seemed to illuminate the whole thing.

The light was so blazing that the dust that was "dead" felt a hint of warmth, and it jumped a little.

A very slight bounce, insignificant, appeared in the dead and motionless shijie, enough to be noticed.

"There's another one, huh!"

A man appeared in the golden light. With a hint of surprise and surprise, the man stepped over to the dust and stretched out his hand

Shijie begins to collapse, the picture collapses, the illusion dissipates from front of his eyes, and the person on the collapse struggles violently, and in a daze, he hears a voice of disappointment to himself.

"It's too hard to live a crippled life"

A ray of light appeared in the darkness, and a call sounded around the silence, and Thirteen Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

"Wake up!" With a bright smile on his face and tears of joy, the little palace master was the first to jump into his eyes.

"Grandma, wake up!"

"It's good to wake up, and it's okay to wake up. Grandma Liu recited the Buddha in her mouth and walked in with a bowl in her eyes. I don't know weishenme, today's Grandma Liu looks younger than before, and her face, which has begun to dry up, has become plump and red.

Thirteen Lang looked at Grandma Liu and asked tentatively, "Old Ancestor?"

The little princess was stunned for a moment, and said in confusion: "Old ancestor, who is the old ancestor? Grandma, is he talking about you?

Grandma Liu's face was slightly gloomy, and she stroked the little princess's head and said lovingly: "Remember it if you are familiar with it, maybe it will be useful in the future." ”

The little princess was at a loss, but Shisanlang realized something, and instinctively tried to use his mana, checking his body and beast rings to see what was wrong with himself and several pet beasts.

Everything is normal, but not quite normal. First of all, the big gray and the fat are all right, and they found that the young master woke up and wanted to jump out to celebrate, but Thirteen Lang didn't agree because he was troublesome, and let them make trouble inside. The dumb aunt was already guarding in the shadows, although she was excited, she didn't want to be as wild as the stupid demon beast with both hands, and after sending out the message, she went to the ghost mother ring to cultivate. As for the queen ant, it is still the big meat worm that eats and loves to sleep, and it seems to be at a critical juncture at the moment, and it is too lazy to move.

Sanka was not around, but Shisanlang was not too worried, and watched Wan Pet withdraw his consciousness and check his body.

There were no injuries, and the strength was a little hard for Thirteen Lang to believe. And his cultivation has obviously increased a little, a very big one.

It is a good thing to improve cultivation, but Thirteen Lang was not happy about it, on the contrary, he frowned, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

"How long?"

"Three years, three years!" the little princess was busy offering treasures, as if showing off her merits.

Thirteen Lang was taken aback, his divine sense moved slightly, took out a spirit rune, felt it for a while, and then silently put it back, his expression stretched slightly.

"It's only been three years, so there's no hurry. ”

Grandma Liu pushed the bowl in her hand in front of Shisanlang and said, "Drink the medicine first." ”

Jusan Lang thought for a moment. He took the bowl and drank it down, and said sincerely, "Grandma Xiexie." ”

The little palace master was greatly dissatisfied. He pursed his lips and said, "Thank me." ”

Grandma Liu doted and said: "Family, thank you or not." ”

Taken medication. The longer Thirteen Lang's spirit grew, the feeling of headache and splitting was relieved a lot, and there was no illness in his body, so he got up and went to the ground, and was led out of the door by the little palace master and came outside the house.

This is a small mountain village, with beautiful scenery in the back of the mountains and waters, Thirteen Lang looked up, and his divine sense was roughly swept away. I found that this was a newly built settlement in Wuwolf Mountain, and my heart was more stable.

It was early summer, and the Five Wolves Mountain was quiet, but not as quiet as death, but as peaceful and joyful as peace. The breeze swept by, the treetops rustled, as if clothes were floating, and a few chirping birds could be heard in the middle of the air, and there was no anxiety or urgency, only peace and leisure.

Faintly. It's wet and wet enough to make people feel it.

There is a small courtyard in front of the door, a circle of low hedges and a few peach blossoms, and a pear tree on the side is growing gratifyingly. There are three chairs under the tree, but I don't know how many people often sit on them.

Like anyone who has just woken up from a serious illness, Thirteen Lang saw this kind of sight here and now. I felt joy and peace in my heart, and my slightly frowning brows were completely relaxed. I can't help but be amazed.

"Good place. ”

"Of course, grandma and I set it up with our own hands. ”

The little princess took Thirteen Lang's hand. He came to the tree and pressed him on the widest chair, sat down next to him, put his hands on his cheeks and said, "Your illness is just right, and grandma said that you still need to rest;

Speaking in his heart, what Shisanlang wants to do most at this time is to run 3,000 miles, and move his legs and feet, which are about to rust and are as strong as an ox. Looking at the little palace master's expectant look, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, smiled and sighed, "It's true." Well, it feels so much better to sit here. ”

The little palace master was greatly satisfied, and said, "Then it goes without saying, the chair I made." ”

The little palace master learned to make a chair? Thirteen Lang couldn't tell how he felt, and raised his head to look at Grandma Liu.

"She"

"My name is Ruhua!" the little palace master shouted: "It's still the name you gave me, why didn't you even forget it?"

Grandma Liu smiled and said, "You have already said it, his brain has been hit hard, and he can't remember it for a while, so don't worry." ”

"Uh" Thirteen Lang quickly rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Yes, yes, my head still hurts a little, and it will be fine in two days in a while." ”

The little palace master's expression changed slightly, and he comforted softly: "Poor child." Alas, grandma, do you think he can be okay, will he lose his memory?"

"Grandma Liu doesn't know what to say.

The little palace master didn't seem to expect an answer, so he turned his head and said, "Don't be afraid, it's nothing to lose memory, it's a big deal, I'll take care of you." ”

"Thirteen Lang didn't know what to say.

"I'll tell you, these three years"

The little palace master wanted to say more, but Thirteen Lang waved his hand to stop him, and suddenly asked, "Do you still write a diary?"

The little palace master was stunned for a moment and said, "The diary is very familiar, what is it?"

Grandma Liu next to her was also stunned, and her expression was strange.

Shisanlang looked up at Grandma Liu, sighed, turned around and said gently: "Your book is here with me, and you have to write something every day, have you forgotten?"

"Ben, what book?" the little palace master was confused: "Mine?"

Thirteen Lang casually flipped out a small notebook, handed it to the little palace master, and said softly: "Go to the inner room to see, don't cry." ”

"No, it won't. ”

The little palace master didn't understand this sentence. Looking at Thirteen Lang's serious appearance, she took the small notebook and stood up, jumped and ran to the back room, and didn't forget to turn around and make a grimace.

"I don't cry. ”

"It's good not to cry. ”

Thirteen Lang responded, turned his head after he disappeared into the house, and said to Grandma Liu's inquiring gaze: "This is a copy, the original is in Sanyuan Pavilion, and it is estimated that it has been pulled down." ”

Grandma Liu was thoughtful and said, "What is it for?"

Jusan Lang replied, "Write down what happens every day and keep it for later use." ”

Grandma Liu was stunned, and after standing for a long time, she shook her head with a wry smile, and said, "I didn't expect such a simple method."

The more powerful the person, the easier it is to ignore. Thirteen Lang had a thought in his heart, got up from the chair, and saluted Grandma Liu respectfully.

"Daoist student Xiao Shisanlang, thank you for the grace of the ancestors. ”

"Taoist Student"

Grandma Liu looked at Thirteen Lang, and repeated it several times in her mouth, with some emotion and some self-deprecation.

"Lu Fangtian, in the end, your luck is better, and your ability is better than your old body. ”

(To be continued......)