The general in decaying armor stands tall in the snow.

Behind the general, there was the ghostly longing.

The tattered Zheng military flag swayed in the wind.

Zheng Xiu looked back, and one hand was still dragging him stiffly.

One hand.

The monk seemed to faint, his head was bald against the snow, his eyes were clearly closed, but his hands were clenched tightly, and he didn't let go.

Qing 13 was not far away, and the fireworks in the cigarette stick had been extinguished.

His eyes were not focused, and he looked around blankly, looking like he was waking up from a big dream.

An inexplicable trance surged into Zheng Xiu's heart.

After a faint sense of loss, all that was left was relief.

The scenery is still the same, as if nothing has changed.

However, Zheng Xiu has really gone through a thousand years of reincarnation, like a "sun-chaser" chasing the scorching sun, faltering, and reaching the end of the world.

Everything he had experienced, his hesitation, his determination, his confusion, seemed to fall with the wind with this heavy snow, but in this tossing and turning, he had become a completely different existence from before.

"Sir...... I ......"

Qing 13 was at a loss to stuff the cigarette stick into his waist, took it out, stuffed it back again, and went back and forth a few times before he stepped forward and said, "Qing seems to have had a big dream in the void." ”

Zheng Xiu didn't answer, Qing 13 lowered his head and said to himself: "The red lotus root seems to be dead, and it seems to be alive." ”

The orange cat nested in Zheng Xiu's arms, clinging to the captain's warm and strong pectoralis major muscles in the ice and snow, and she shaved Zheng Xiu with the fur on her ears from time to time, and the orange cat seemed to like this feeling more and more. She closed her eyes, her slender cat eyelashes trembled slightly, and a lazy voice sounded from Zheng Xiu's clothes: "It's normal, after all, you have really consumed a huge amount of source, and you have really created a world line......"

Speaking of this, the orange cat's lazy voice was mixed with a bit of resentment, as if to say "It's all your fault", "You are responsible for the end" Yunyun, she turned around, found a more comfortable position, and continued: "The more people who are connected with you, the more deeply affected by the red point, it seems to be a big dream of nothing, but in fact, they have really lived there. You have also really, as if you were playing with puppets, constantly correcting, interfering with their lives, and playing with the fate of human beings. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Xiu frowned.

The orange cat noticed what Zheng Xiu was thinking, and couldn't help but sneer, and mocked: "Don't tell me, until now, you can still call yourself a 'human'?" Take 10,000 steps back, even if you are, but now you have gathered your authority, obtained the key, and your authority is supreme, you can be called a creator, you can be called a mortal, comparable to a god. Your thoughts, your joys and your angers, will cause thousands of people to live because of you, or tens of millions of people to die because of you. This is God. ”

Lady Anne put on the appearance of "the old lady is from the past", and hated to educate the stupid human beings: "You are now a mortal, controlling the authority of the gods, you have to be like a god, don't always live like a lowly and inferior life." ”

"Shut up, little mascot, you want to care?"

Zheng Xiu unceremoniously counterattacked with a "mascot", and the orange cat, who was still arrogant a second ago, suddenly showed consternation, and the fluff on the top of his head suddenly forked out due to extreme anger.

"Stupid...... Woowoowoo......"

Zheng Xiu pressed the head of the orange cat that poked out a lot of talk, and the orange cat's mouth was blocked, making a "woo woo" sound.

After hesitating for a while, Qing 13 re-touched the fire fold, snapped, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, the smoke was filled, and the figure of the ferryman Qing 13 had a little more unpredictable mystery. He soon reverted back to the old Qing Thirteen, cynical and sentimental.

"Master, let's ...... now Where to? ”

"Po~"

After all, the orange cat is the master, and the rotten ship also has three catties of iron nails, so he squeezed Zheng Xiu's big hand and said, "Don't forget that you still have a big trouble to solve." ”

Zheng Xiu knew what the orange cat meant by "big trouble", agreed with the mascot's words, nodded and said, "Go and clean up the mess first." After thinking for a while, Zheng Xiu pointed in the direction of the Moon Clan: "Return to the Moon Clan." ”

"Gotcha!"

Keisan happily drew a circle with a cigarette stick, and a door appeared in the snow. Zheng Xiu carried the monk who had not yet woken up on his shoulders, curled up with an orange cat in his arms, and was about to step into the ferryman's door, when a chuckle came from behind.

Zheng Xiu's face changed slightly, and he turned his head to look. In the wind and snow, two figures snuggled, a man and a woman, the two loomed, revealing kind eyes, waving at Zheng Xiu in the vast snow, and gradually moving away.

The howling snow wind was as fierce as a knife, but it was a little softer here. The march of the hundred ghosts, the rotten general, turned into dust in an instant, and escaped in the wind little by little. In the blink of an eye, the two distant figures disappeared completely, and everything was like a big dream, like a mirage.

Suddenly looking back, there was only a white snowfield left.

"Let's go."

Zheng Xiu bowed his head slightly, didn't say anything, and stepped into the door.

The Moon Clan is still in shambles, everything seems to have not changed, and it is still the same as when Zheng Xiu left.

But everything around him became extremely strange to Zheng Xiu.

The wolf king is in the center, and the wolf king is smiling and passing away happily.

Yue Linglong knelt in front of the wolf king, footsteps sounded behind her, and there were tears in her cold eyes.

"Husband."

After cleaning up, Zheng Xiu held a grand funeral for the wolf king. As the body of the wolf king sank to the bottom of the lake little by little, the group returned to the clan with a deep sadness.

When Zheng Xiu returned to the clan, the monk woke up, his eyes were clear, and he looked like he was enlightened.

"It's weird."

The orange cat looked at the figure of the monk and touched his chin: "This bald man's deputy authority seems to be out of the ordinary." ”

Zheng Xiu talks to the monk.

"Monk, how do you feel?"

The monk touched his head, pondered for a moment, and grinned: "Big brother, the little monk always feels that his head is empty, and he is a little unaccustomed. Saying that, the monk looked at the sky, folded his hands, and felt a little more lost on his clean face: "The little monk is now neither a flower but a flower flower, and the master's seven-heart Zen, the little monk can't go back." ”

Zheng Xiu wanted to say mourning, but he thought to himself, isn't this a good thing? The "inner demons" that have plagued the monk for many years have been cured because of the "emptying" of the ghost, and at this moment I always feel a little eager for the monk to go back when he is sick.

The monk's brows furrowed, and he fell into deep thought, and then no matter how Zheng Xiu called, the monk did not react.

Zheng Xiu's eyes froze, and the monk seemed to have entered a subtle realm that could not be broken, so he emptied the surroundings, leaving the monk alone to think about life.

That night, the moon sprinkled the sky.

Zheng Xiu stayed overnight and planned to return the next day.

Yue Linglong was dressed in tulle, and she was unbelievably beautiful, and she secretly got into Zheng Xiu's room.

The orange cat was lying next to the brazier to keep warm, and when Yue Linglong came in, the orange cat showed disdain and sneered: "Oh, human~" and got out of the house with interest, not forgetting to leave a sentence: "Hurry up." ”

Yue Linglong's fair face flushed with a bright red, she didn't hear the cat's crazy words, and Lisuo got into Zheng Xiu's bed. Yue Linglong's body was cold and cold, like a corpse without temperature, she just touched Zheng Xiu, and the hot temperature shocked her to shrink to the corner of the bed. Zheng Xiu was silent for a moment, gently holding the cold body, Yue Linglong turned her back to Zheng Xiu, knowing that Zheng Xiu would not give up, happy tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

After a night of silence, everything fell into place.

"Husband, the concubine plans to stay in the clan."

The next day, when Zheng Xiu's northbound group was about to return to Daqian, Yue Linglong took the initiative.

After a long conversation last night, Zheng Xiu already knew Yue Linglong's thoughts, he nodded, and did not refuse.

She wants to inherit the will of the wolf king and dominate the northern barbarians.

In this regard, the orange cat felt that it was a superfluous move, and Balabala complained: "Obviously, there is an easier way, and it is not enough to delete the unstable factors from the world." ”

She vividly made a claw gesture to wipe her neck.

Zheng Xiu glanced at Annie: "You're really not afraid of other loopholes, right?" ”

Anne was speechless.

Coincidentally, Zheng Xiu was right, she was really not afraid.

The monk sat on the ground for a night, covered with white frost. When the first rays of sunlight shone on the monk, he slowly opened his eyes, and a circle of magnificent light and shadow was faintly reflected behind him.

At this moment, the monk is no longer the slightest bit confused.

"The fog is not fog, the flowers are not flowers, since the little monk can't go back, then he won't go back, the flowers are dead, the little monk ...... Flowers are not flowers. ”

The moment the monk said the words "flowers are not flowers", the halo behind him suddenly sinked into the center of his eyebrows, and in the middle of his browsy head, a blood-red mole like cinnabar was dotted out of thin air.

Zheng Xiu was slightly stunned, huh! [Voyage Log] appeared in his hand, he retrieved "flowers are not flowers" in the logbook, and next to the position of "diplomat", the authority of the monk was impressively formed - [Sacrifice].

The monk was enlightened and realized the way of sacrifice.

Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't cry or laugh: "Why did the ascetic become a 'sacrifice'?" Is this self-sacrifice or is it sacrificed by others? ”

The monk touched his head and smiled silly, he went around saying to people, "Little monk flower is not flower", reintroduced himself, and seemed very satisfied with his new identity.

……

In June of the same year.

The capital of the Great Qianguo.

The news of the return of the Red King, who had sent an envoy to the Northern Barbarians, flew all over the streets and alleys like wings.

"The Red King is back!"

"The Red King is back!"

The people rushed to tell each other. But even such a happy event failed to break through the clouds that filled the sky over the imperial city.

"There's something wrong with the atmosphere."

Qing 13 was keenly aware that the atmosphere in the capital was slightly inappropriate.

Pei Gaoya smacked his lips: "The air is spicy and dazzling." ”

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, and his five senses spread throughout the city like tentacles.

"Underneath the palace, that hole is gone." After a while, Zheng Xiu suddenly said, "It seems that we came back at the right time." ”

The others scratched their heads when they heard this, although they had all kinds of doubts about the "dream" in their hearts, but Zheng Xiu didn't mention it, and they didn't ask. What makes Qing 13 and the others most intuitive is that the blink of an eye of the Red King seems to have become more unfathomable, revealing a sense of loneliness that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

"You go back first, I'll go...... There will be an old man. ”

Zheng Xiu dismissed his subordinates, and Qing Shisan and the others looked at each other, but they knew that the strength of the Red King was unfathomable at the moment, so they had no intention of staying by the side of the Red King to protect them, and they went back to their respective homes.

The orange cat squatted on top of Zheng Xiu's head, and one person and one cat swaggered through the market in such a funny manner.

Zheng Xiu greeted the neighbors cordially, but every time Zheng Xiu opened his mouth, the neighbors barely squeezed out a smile, their eyes dodged, and they didn't dare to look directly at Zheng Xiu.

"This is divinity, the difference between man and god, but you can't cross it by pretending to be cordial."

The orange cat noticed that Zheng Xiu was undergoing a strange "transformation", since he became the "captain", his experience in the world of red dots, his experience, seemed to be rapidly changing Zheng Xiu's mood and attitude in a subtle and silent way.

Suddenly unpredictable and uncertain, the orange cat has never seen such an "unstable" divinity, and she speculates that this may be closely related to Zheng Xiu's "authority" shape.

Zheng Xiu came to the study of the great writer Ximen Bei again, standing in front of the door, Zheng Xiu frowned, there was a curling fragrance of tea inside, but there was a trace of pungent blood.

"Please come in."

A hoarse old voice sounded behind the door, Zheng Xiu was silent, pushed the door in, and was greeted by the warm corpse of the scholar. The white-haired Simon Bei set up a seat in the courtyard, with a pot of tea and two cups on the seat, and beside him, there were piles of discarded tea residues.

In the corner of the courtyard, there was a messy pile of torn pages, all with the same four words written on them: "The Forsaken Says."

Simon slowly made a pot of hot tea, poured it full of cups, raised his head a little, and on his wrinkled forehead, the skin at the center of his eyebrows peeled off little by little, revealing a withered lotus mark.

Zheng Xiu sat calmly opposite Ximen Bei, who spoke in a terrifyingly calm tone.

"The old man has been seeking all his life, seeking the origin of the old man, and seeking the root of the old man."

"The old man always thinks that fate is determined by heaven, and the reason why the old man was born must be fate, destined to maintain the stability of the world and the world."

"But when the old man remembered everything, he suddenly looked back and found that the old man's persistence in the past thousand years, what the old man has done, is so ridiculous and meaningless!"

"Ridiculous! Amusing! Amusing! ”

Ximen Bei still maintained the action of pouring tea, and the hot tea overflowed the mouth of the cup, and gradually, the overflowing tea turned black like ink.

"It took the old man a whole thousand years! A thousand years! As everyone knows, when the old man came to the end, he was ...... You! ”

"I'm not convinced!"

The old man raised his head to the sky and let out a terrible roar, the dark shadows tore around the old man, and the skin of his hands was like a book, and the human skin was turned upside down, and the gnats-like fonts were wriggled on it. On the human skin book of the [literati], everything about Zheng Xiu is being deduced at a terrifying speed.

Call! The gnat's font and tide crowded every page of the human skin book, completely blackened, and not a word could be read clearly.

The old man's face was shocked, Zheng Xiu's current "volume" had long exceeded the capacity that [literati] could interpret.

The candle is Zheng evil, Zheng Xiu pushed the incarnation of the evil boy to the world axis, Zheng evil carried part of Zheng Xiu's soul, gave birth to "consciousness", and incarnated into a candle. He is a natural "literati" alien, but because of his fragmented memory, he wants to take the [prisoner] path, even if he loses his memory, the new "candle" is also like instinctively longing for "Zheng Xiu", he is eager to walk the same path as Zheng Xiu, he is eager to ...... Become Zheng Xiu.

When the cruel answer was placed in front of the candle, he angrily wrote "The Forsaken Said" and sat here, waiting for Zheng Xiu to come to the door.

Rumble!

The candle face was hideous, and the black light rose to the sky, and he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Zheng Xiu's neck, poof! He slammed Zheng Xiu into the crack.

The crack was fleeting, and the orange cat yawned and watched Candle and Zheng Xiu disappear in front of him.

Boredom, Lady Anne began to learn to make tea.

She made a pot, poured it, and brewed another pot.

In the blink of an eye, the night passed. Zheng Xiu has not returned.

Anne was bored, so she slipped into the house and found it on the bookshelves. Suddenly, a few exciting titles caught Anne's attention, and she grabbed the ancient books and flipped through them with a quick breath.

I don't know how long, how long.

The study that had been silent for a long time moved again, Zheng Xiu, who was in rags and half of his body was blackened by filth, tore open the crack and walked out calmly.

One step, two steps, three steps, with each step Zheng Xiu took, the blackened part of his body receded a little, and with each step, his expression was like that of a sage, and it exuded more and more a glow that made people dare not look at it directly, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

Anne hurriedly closed the "Secret Record of the Singer" that she was watching with relish, flipped her wrist, and hid it.

Looking back, Anne yelled bad and looked at the sky.

I saw that the clear sky cracked one after another without warning, and illusory dark red streamers overflowed from the cracks in the sky. The mysterious red light flickered, and behind the rift were a pair of blood-red eyes like wild beasts.

The dense eyes squeezed and squirmed overwhelmingly.

"Noise."

Zheng Xiu smiled, and with the flick of his fingers, a black light curtain centered on him and spread towards the sky.

The chasms that had been forcibly squeezed open were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the eyes that were about to move were also squeezed back to where they came from because of the mending of the fissures.

The black curtain released by Zheng Xiu made the day turn into night in an instant.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and the people took to the streets in horror and watched in horror.

"I'm afraid it's going to be a little long this night."

Zheng Xiu sighed lightly, and the black light emitted was reversed as if it had gone, retracting towards Zheng Xiu little by little, and finally condensed on Zheng Xiu's fingertips, turning back into that fluid "authority".

The indifference and calmness on Zheng Xiu's face also disappeared little by little as the authority on his fingertips disappeared. Instead, distress and entanglement.

Anne opened her mouth wide, she hid the forbidden book, and in Zheng Xiu's short few steps, she watched Zheng Xiu become a god in a few steps, and quickly transformed from "god" to "human".

"Trinity, you have completed the Trinity with that polluted divinity? No, this is for no reason, where did you get your divine power? This is not a normal source sea...... Wait a minute! ”

Anne reacted, put her face on her shoulder, and cried out in a dolphin voice: "You used the source I worked so hard to pick up again?" ”

Zheng Xiu was noncommittal, pinched his index finger and fingertips, and used this posture to tell Anne that he didn't really use much: "Hehe, a little bit, I only used a little bit." ”

(Full book...... Ahem, the end of this volume. ）