I know that eternal death is coming, and I am not sad

In the pine forest lies my wishes

There is a sea below, and it looks like a pool from afar

A little bit with me is the afternoon sun

Man's time is over, and man's life is long

I should rest in between

People who walked by said that the branches were low

People who walked by said that the branches were growing

......

The child risked being discovered by his parents, and with a strong sense of mission, he appeared on the edge of the autumn water.

The white hair of the big demon named Qiushui has an extra green bamboo leaf, I don't know where it came from.

But the child did not pay attention to this, but landed on a small wooden boat on the shore of the autumn water.

It's a very delicate black boat.

The bracket with the veins of the umbrella bone at the bottom may have been directly made from the umbrella trees on the Yellow Mountains that had withered their black leaves, but the sides were very narrow, not as wide as the umbrella tree, but more like a boot with the front end upturned.

It's just that there are no masts on the ship, and there are no pennies.

When it rests quietly on the shore of the autumn water flowing in the twilight, it is like a leaf plucked from the night tree.

Qiushui took the sword and stood quietly aside.

The child ran over, raising his hand to caress the edge of the boat, and the rough texture made the child retract the word delicate.

It turned out that the surface of the ship was not smooth, just because the tone was too dark.

It actually feels a lot like some tree bark.

It's like an umbrella tree.

Although the child had never touched the umbrella tree, when his hand rested on the boat, he subconsciously had such a thought.

"Is this something you're new?"

The child looked up at Qiushui curiously and asked.

Qiushui shook his head and said calmly, "No. ”

"And where did it come from?"

"It's always been here." Qiu said quietly.

"Where is this? Autumn water? ”

Qiushui raised his head, crossed the vast twilight, and looked towards the world. It is also twilight in the world.

Everything is slowly falling into the night dome.

"No, it's me."

Qiushui said very plainly, quietly watching the twilight of the world.

"From the moment I was born, when I walked through the world, it followed me all the time. Also by your side. ”

The child stood there stunned, not daring to touch the ship again.

The eyes of the autumn water fell from the world to the Youhuang Mountains.

"Do you see that river Styx?"

Qiushui said.

The child turned his head and looked at the river that had fallen from the high mountains to the earth, and then turned into this autumn water at the end—a great river that flowed over the mountains of more than 2,000 feet.

The child looked at it for a long time, and nodded in trepidation.

"The River Styx is on the head of the world, there is a back and forth, there is life and death, there is a beginning and an end."

Qiushui said softly.

"It's not something to be sad or afraid of."

Qiushui has never grieved that he is about to die.

One early morning in December, the woman sitting on a high cliff was suddenly in a trance, and a small boat appeared in front of her, and then quickly disappeared.

So she understood that it was time for her to go.

So I walked quietly all the way.

A person who can face death calmly must be a devout believer in life.

Because death is the meaning of life.

If there is nothing, there is nothing, and it is empty talk.

Therefore, Li Queyi said that the world talks about the same truth.

To be born is to die.

The child stood there dumbfounded, turning his head and looking down at the fallen leaves beneath his feet.

"Will I do the same in the future?"

"There's no one who wouldn't."

The child stood there in silence for a long time.

There seemed to be a bell ringing in the twilight, coming from the distant sky, and scattering into a vast but ethereal sound, magnificent but also gentle to the earth.

It doesn't seem to be a bell, but a collection of all the trivial sounds in the world, such as falling leaves, dripping water, and snow.

Or the rippling waves of the ancient spring in all the silence, or the chatter of the world in the bustling city.

All, everything.

Just like all the voices that the world has heard throughout their lives, they have come from the years and fallen to this world.

Before the child could listen carefully to the cries and laughter that the woman had heard, the woman beside her had raised some swords slightly.

The tip of the sword, which had been hanging diagonally behind him, straightened a little.

The child still didn't understand why Qiushui suddenly made such a move.

I heard the sound of some small footsteps.

The child looked back blankly, then froze in shock.

On the banks of the twilight autumn river, countless black-robed people are standing in a forest.

Maybe it's a human, maybe it's a ghost.

The flying maple leaves passed through the figures in the twilight.

And all the voices that fell on the ears of the children gradually turned into countless solemn and majestic chant sounds.

——

Open the gate of heaven widely, and take advantage of the clouds.

Let the wind blow the pioneers, and make the rain sprinkle dust.

Jun Hui Xiangxi? Next, over the empty mulberry from the woman.

The total number of people in Kyushu, He Shou is dying.

......

In the midst of the falling leaves, another black boat slowly sailed by, and at the bow stood a tall man, with intricate and ancient ornaments on top of his wide black robe.

The child did not know what was happening, and retreated in fear, and Qiushui raised his hand to take his hand, sword in hand, and calmly looked at the black boat parked in the middle of the river.

The chanting of the two sides of the strait is still continuing.

Qiushui just said softly: "Don't be afraid, this is not the order of the Great Priest." ”

This woman with white hair with peach blossoms and green bamboo quietly looked at the phantoms up and down the river.

"It's just a shadow of what he once held in charge of the life and death authority of the River Styx."

The child's heart was a little calmer, but he was still a little frightened when he looked at the figure of the tall man who stopped in the middle of the river.

"Is this something that everyone will see?"

The child asked in a low voice.

Qiu said quietly: "No, I can see it, because I have seen the spirit of the Great Priest and the ......"

Qiushui's gaze seems to fall into the distant years.

"A thousand years ago, I used to be the daughter of the witch dance who sacrificed to the great priest."

The child looked up at the woman beside him.

That's why the sound of the chant and the person who sings it will be as far away as if thousands of years have passed?

The shadow in the river suddenly opened its mouth.

The sound did not come from above the autumn water, but like the previous bells, from all the world, like thousands of trivial sounds, gathered into a sentence.

"You were our people, Qiushui."

The child took a step back again.

Qiushui just stood quietly by the river and said calmly: "I don't deny the history of thousands of years ago, but when I was born, man and god were already separated - I am just a human being. ”

"Thou hast prayed to me devoutly....."

Autumn quietly interrupted the Shadow of the River.

"It is precisely because I once danced on the witch stage that I truly realized that gods and ghosts are the shackles of everything in the world."

"It's like life and death, life and death have no name and no quality, you can't hear, you can't smell, you can't touch, you can't look at it."

"Thousands of years ago, the world used to regard you as the embodiment of life and death, the vision of the first life, and the constraint of return."

"But life and death are inherent, and it has nothing to do with the person who captures them."

In the twilight of a river, the shadow of the great priest stood quietly on the bow of the boat, and the black robe flew up, like a dead night.

The sound of the river singing suddenly high, suddenly solemn.

However, a river of autumn water is quiet.

The autumn water by the river is also quiet.

It took a long time for the shadow in the river to slowly come out.

"You'll need to go across the River Styx to really understand what prison means, my people."

Such a sentence was heard by Qiushui in the mouth of Yao Ji, who was still alive in the world.

But this human sword cultivator with peach blossoms and green bamboos in his white hair just said calmly: "It's okay to understand, it's okay not to understand." ”

There is a strong wind blowing in the world, blowing the river and the clothes are flying.

"My hour is come, and my eternal death is coming."

Autumn looked quietly at the boat on the shore that was heading towards the river.

"You need to make way for me."

The shadow that once held the authority of life and death stood quietly in the river, and then was slowly torn by the wind, like some black smoke clouds, like some rotten rags, dissipating into the river little by little.

"You'll understand, Qiushui."

These were the last words a child heard.

Then the boat of the autumn water swept the waves, and in the uproar of the water, it fell into the river of autumn water.

Children stand by the river in shock.

Death is abstract.

However, the death by the river is concrete, spreading everything out little by little, until it becomes a lonely journey against the current.

"Is this death?"

The child looked at the woman who was heading towards the boat.

Qiushui stood at the bow of the boat, facing the twilight breeze of the world, and whispered: "This is death." ”

The child stood there with sadness, always feeling a little moist in his eyes.

The woman at the head of the boat held out a hand to him.

"Do you want to see the end of the world?"

The child stood there blankly.

"Is it the River Styx?"

Qiushui smiled softly and said, "No, the River Styx is the end of life and death, the end of the world, and the sea." ”

The child had never seen the sea.

Nantuo is the southern tip of Huangliang, but this southernmost town is still far from the sea.

"But I went with you, can I come back?"

Qiushui smiled and said, "Of course you can, you still need to do me a favor." ”

The child then remembered his original intention of coming here, hesitated a little, held his magic weapon, and stepped on the boat with the autumn water.

Qiushui handed over the sword that he had held in his hand for a long time.

The child stood at the end of the boat, not knowing what it meant, but looking at the woman at the head of the boat, and taking the sword that looked very quaint.

"What if I accidentally drop it into the ocean?"

The child sat at the stern of the boat with some trepidation, carefully holding such an ordinary-looking sword—how could such a human demon carry an ordinary sword?

So the ordinary has become what makes it unusual.

The child was worried.

The boat began to move downstream with the autumn water.

Qiushui just stood quietly at the bow of the boat, looking at the end of those rolling mountains.

"If you fall into the sea, don't tell the world that it's in the sea. Sometimes people in the world worry too much because they know too much. ”

The child didn't know if Qiushui was joking or talking about these things seriously, so he just held the sword tightly in his arms.

The child didn't know much, so he was able to hold the sword with peace of mind.

The boat went all the way in the smoke and clouds.

The two sides of the river gradually rose upward, not only the Youhuang Mountain Range, but also the earth east of Qiushui, which was also constantly towering, and gradually became a high mountain that stretched away.

And the twilight was rolling down like pebbles from the hills on both sides.

Maybe so.

The child thought.

Otherwise, how could there be so many ripples full of sunshine in this quiet river?

The child held the sword at the stern of the boat, and looked at the thousands of streamers rippling in the gentle waters of the river.

Autumn water is the same color as the long sky.

The child looked up again at the sky above him that was covered with countless clouds of smoke.

So where is it in heaven and where is it in the river?

The boat broke through the twilight of the day and headed south.

It seems to be very fast, and it seems to be extremely slow.

Until all the streamers are unconscious, slowly escaping between heaven and earth.

The child realized that this long autumn water, the tail of the River Styx, was coming to an end.

The mountains on both sides of the river finally fell silent in the twilight, and the floating glow was buried in the forest, revealing the green color of many people.

Seabirds with wide wingspans appeared between heaven and earth, like many leaves falling in the autumn water of the sky, circling, emitting a crisp and long song, towards the boundless end.

When the child lowered his head, the autumn water in front of him finally began to narrow.

The unknown mountain in the world is approaching the Yellow Mountain Range in the southwest little by little.

Until a rather long canyon was formed in front of us.

The child clutched the sword in his hand tightly, and before he knew it, his palm was already sticky.

"Are we almost there?"

The white-haired woman stood quietly at the bow of the boat.

"Yes."

"Have you been here before?"

"I've been here, but I haven't been there."

Qiushui said softly.

"Why hasn't it passed?"

The child asked, puzzled.

Qiushui stood quietly at the bow of the boat, as if in silence, as if in contemplation.

Maybe it's also remembrance.

"Because at that time, we were still very young."

The woman, who had been on a high cliff in the world for a thousand years, said softly.

"There are still a lot of things to do, such as spiritual practice, such as crossing the river."

"So I thought, wait until later, wait until the world is the same in the future, let's come here again, and have a good quiet look at the end of the world."

The child noticed the words in Qiushui's words.

It's not me, it's us.

Who is that person?

Or rather, who are those people?

The child didn't know, didn't ask, just sat quietly at the stern of the boat, listening to Qiushui tell the story of a thousand years ago.

"It's just that I didn't expect that this kind of waiting is a thousand years."

Qiushui said sentimentally.

"Some people died in Nanyi City, some people went to the high cliffs, and some people became emperors in the world. So no one ever mentioned these stories again. ”

It was as if the sadness of the autumn water had darkened the sky.

But not really.

It's just that the boat is already approaching the mountains that have converged.

The twilight here is thin, the glow here is soft, the river here is calm, and the high mountains in front of it cut off the river, like a quiet flat lake.

It was a leaf that broke the flat lake.

The leaves headed towards the canyon.

Then the light of the world dimmed.

The child looked up at the woman at the bow of the boat, and the twilight that sparsely poured into the tail of the autumn water from above was only sporadically sprinkled on the waterfall of white hair.

It's like a galaxy of twilight.

The child thought that this would last for a long time.

Soon, however, the light of the sky fell brightly on the boat again with the sea breeze.

The child's eyes widened, and even the sword in his arms loosened a little.

Qiushui also looked up quietly at the sea in the far south.

The sea of the south, the blue sea, fell in the eyes of thousands of years of missing, like a handful of blue tears.

The white-haired woman stood at the bow of the boat, quietly looking out over the sea.

The endless deep ocean, like the East China Sea, is equally boundless.

But she didn't feel far away.

There is nothing at the end of the earth.

There was a vast expanse, crawling beneath the corners of the mountains and cliffs that rose towards the sky.

Along the coast, in a very distant place, there are many empty buildings built on the top and bottom of the cliffs.

There used to be 800,000 people there.

But now there is nothing.

The child stared in amazement at the sea, which he had never seen before.

"Are we going to go any further?"

Qiushui shook his head and said softly: "It's okay to walk here, and further on, there is a place that the world can never finish." ”

The East China Sea is 490,000 miles long.

And the endless deep ocean no one knows.

Even if it was a Dao Saint, he was not able to finish it back then.

Perhaps the answer lies in the south.

But it can't be touched, just like the world can never really make a perfect circle.

Qiushui turned his head.

Only then did the child realize that the woman's face was full of tears.

Who is not a man of the world?

Children don't know what the meaning and emotions of those tears are.

Maybe it's lamenting the story of returning from the cliff back then.

Maybe it's in the world of lamenting the elusive answer.

Children are just looking at the sea.

But Qiushui is not.

In those tears, there are years, feelings, regrets, and sorrows.

He went down the cliff, walked back to his homeland, and put down the sword in his hand.

Autumn water has truly become autumn water.

It still seems to be echoing in my ears - it's time for me to bloom, autumn water.

So the woman who was white in these years looked back at the world with tears and a slight smile.

Me too, Gou.

The child looked at the woman with tears in her eyes.

He couldn't read that bright smile that was sad but relieved.

But everything in front of me seemed to dissipate, like the clouds when the wind came, like the snow falling from the sun.

The child finally realized something and hurriedly stood up.

However, the moment he stood up, he found himself standing quietly on the shore of the first section of autumn water, holding his sword.

And there was a small boat, in the autumn water, heading against the current towards the high mountains.

When man is alive, the great river flows into the earth.

When a person dies, the great river flows deep into the Yellow Mountains.

Then the child understood that eternal death was coming.

He stood on the shore and cried out in a loud cry of grief.

"Where's your sword?"

The gentle voice of autumn water came from the twilight.

"I've got you."