"Girl, there is no carriage on Qingqiu Mountain." Lan Xuan looked down at me.

I know, on Qingqiu Mountain, no one has ever come up, and no one can enter here. The people here won't go out, they don't need a carriage, so why should they have them.

"Can the girl ride a horse?"

I nodded, yes or no, what does it matter.

"Zhi Zhi go and lead the horse, quickly, lest the man come back." Lan Xuan said softly to the people around her, and then turned to me, "The people in this palace can't come out unless they die, and the girl please forgive me." It's just that the master ordered Lan Xuan to inform the girl of the way to Danxue Mountain, and the master was in a hurry.

The master also said that if the girl had eaten the meat of the nine-tailed fox and then went, she would be free from the poisonous gas of demons. Also, the master instructed that a white dog and some rice should be prepared for the girl to be sacrificed to the gods. In addition, the development of the road has been exhausted, and the girl can rest assured that she will go. There is a bird in Danxue Mountain, the feather is colorful, and the ornamentation is exquisite, the head of the bird has the text of the virtue, the wing of the text of the righteousness, the back of the text of the ceremony, the text of the Yingwen is said to be benevolent, the belly of the text is said to be the letter. This bird does not drink the morning dew, does not eat the tender bamboo, and does not inhabit the thousand-year-old sycamore. The girl can ask this bird to take the girl to my master.

"This is the way to Danxue Mountain. If the girl goes well, she will have to travel for about two months. She leaned over and put the map into her baggage, "The master has left the horse and traveled thousands of miles a day, but this horse is difficult to control, and I am afraid it will take some time." ”

The woman who led the horse came back, and the horse was handsome, and the horse was strong and strong, but her eyes were full of untamedness. On the horse's back, there was already a baggage, which was about the same as she had just instructed.

The two of them worked together to push me onto the horse, and the horse was really strong, and immediately took a leap and almost knocked me off, but fortunately I held the horse tightly by the neck, so that I did not fall.

"A rope was tied to the saddle, and the girl tied it around her waist to prevent it from falling."

I hurried to find out, and if it was there, I hurried it to not jump up again and tie it tightly, and for a long time it was attached to the horse's ear, but I did not know what to soothe but to withdraw it, and held the reins firmly.

When the horse left, I couldn't help but look back, a palace with swaying lights, women in twos and threes were dressed like fairies, only Jimo, changed into a black robe and stood with hands. He looked in the opposite direction from me, leaving me with only a back, a broad, solid back, full of loneliness and coldness.

He didn't know I was leaving, so that's fine.

Maybe it was a conjecture, maybe it was such a momentary heart-to-heart connection, and the moment I turned my head, I seemed to catch a glimpse of him turning to look at me. But I didn't stop after all, and I didn't even look back at the palace that was gradually moving away. I'm afraid, if I look at it one more time, I won't be able to leave.

That day, I hugged the horse's neck and shed tears all night.

Jimo's back will be the last time I will see it in this life. If he has to take away my soul, I am afraid that there will be no afterlife, then he and I, no matter what happened in the previous life, will live forever and eternally, and we will only have that one back left for each other.

The night in the south turned out to be so cold.

The horse may have been spiritual, and since that night, there has been no tension to throw me down, but I myself, often unable to control my balance, threw half of my body out of the horse's back, and the rope tied around my waist made a deep mark, but fortunately, I was unconscious there, and it didn't hurt.

With this Pegasus, the distance seems to have been shortened a lot. The original two-month period has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Dragged my body and reluctantly sacrificed to the gods, the horse had already bowed down, and I was about to turn on the horse's back, when a bright light suddenly appeared in front of me. My eyes couldn't stand the light the most, and I immediately raised my hand to cover it, but I still felt unbearable. The horse was very sensible and used his body to block in front of me.

The moment the shadow was cast in front of my eyes, I almost blurted out a part.

He is always the one who shields me from the sun, the one who taught me to wear my hair and face and a hat.

At the moment, however, he was not there.

I was sighing to myself, in front of me, suddenly something flashed, and when I squinted, it was the dragon scales shining.

Isn't the real dragon Mo in this Danxue Mountain?

I was stunned for a moment, however, when the strong light subsided, and then looked closely, it was not a real dragon, but a mountain god with a human head and a dragon body. I bowed my head to him slightly, but he didn't even look at it, turned around and leaped into the nine heavens, and disappeared.

Raise your eyes, the mountain road in front of you, in a trance, wide and flat, a pick, is a large piece of sycamore.

The thick and straight sycamore almost made me forget to get on the horse.

Non-millennium sycamores do not inhabit.

With great effort to drag itself onto the horse, it did not need my whip to urge it, and immediately galloped over.

Millennial sycamore, which sycamore has grown for more than a thousand years? I could only search for each other in the woods. Millennium, I don't know how many generations of life, I don't know how much heaven and earth essence can be absorbed.

I don't know if the forest was too big and endless, or because I was disoriented, I rode my horse until the sun set in the west, and I didn't get out of the woods. The next day, from sunrise to sunset, and then watching the stars hanging high, I lay on the ground, tracing the shape of the heavenly river. I heard that the morning glory and the weaver girl are separated from the two sides of the Tianhe River, and I don't know the morning glory and the weaver star, so I can only look at the Tianhe River and think about this legend.

Day after day, night after night, after seven days and nights, I found the largest tree in the forest, fell off my horse, and slept under it. It wasn't until a smell of charcoal poured into my nostrils that I woke up suddenly.

This smell reminds me of the beginning, on the day when the ghost side broke through the Jingshi, I was put on the fire as a demon by Basier Jiyu, ready to be burned alive.

It makes people feel the smell of cold sweat in their hearts.

The horse suddenly neighed, and lowered its head and pushed my body hard. I hurriedly grabbed the horse's head, and with a flick of it, it threw me on my back and ran away.

In the distance, I looked back at the tree where I had just been, and a fire was raging, so fierce that it even smashed the thick branches one after another. If I were still under that tree...... Not daring to think any further, he was about to beat his horse and leave, when suddenly he heard a mournful birdsong resounding throughout the woods.

Bird! I grabbed the horse's head suddenly, and in the fire in the canopy of the tree, a fiery red flew up, and the shape was like a huge bird.

It took a long time for the fire to dim, and the eyes became dark, and the night was shrouded.

I gently stroked the horse under me, such a fire, I am afraid that it also frightened, and fortunately it is such a protector, otherwise, I don't know if I would have survived today.

Suddenly, there was another birdsong, no longer so poignant, and the song was as long and long. A five-colored feather fluttered down in front of me, and I spread out my palm, and the feather was dazzling even in the night.

When I looked up, I saw the colorful bird singing and dancing, very beautiful, flickering and moving, I could vaguely see that it was wearing colorful text, it was really the bird I was looking for.

The horse neighed, as if in response to the song hovering over it, and the bird fluttered its wings and fell to the ground. It turned out to be a slight nod to me.

I bowed my head and saluted, but all such strange beasts are probably psychic, just like the nine-tails, who also transformed into a human form and made people lovely.

It flew slowly, as if to lead the way for me, and I rode closely behind, and in a short time I found a bamboo forest.

Non-tender bamboo is not eaten.

I beat the horse around it, suddenly something in the corner of my eye, turned my head to see, it was a bamboo house elegant, and outside the bamboo house stood a figure in white clothes.

He didn't tie his hair, and his black hair, which was as thick as ink, was scattered on the plain white brocade clothes, just like the splashed ink landscape on the most white and flawless rice paper.

"Come, Phoenix." He waved his sleeves and took a ride with wide sleeves, and the colorful bird flew over.

He paced step by step in front of the horse, his brows haggard and unbreakable.

"It's a phoenix, it's beautiful, isn't it?" He was asking me, "It will leave with your soul, and I will remain in Voche." ”

Heavenly secrets can't be divulged, can they? He didn't even have an explanation, he just asked me to follow his request step by step, and I left, and when I came to this last step, I didn't even leave a way back for myself. Fortunately, all of this is going to be liberated.

He handed me a slender porcelain vase and lifted me off my horse. I understood my current situation, and although I resisted, I would never push him away as I did in the past.

A bamboo couch, I know, this is my last place to live.

He was on the edge of the couch, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if it were a wonderful thing.

"You've suffered a lot." His fingertips traced the pattern of the porcelain vase in my hand slightly, "This medicine is sweet." ”

Sweet or not, what does it matter, just the last bite.

"All the doubts in your heart, all the words I said that must not be divulged, you will soon understand. No one will hide it from you, no one will be able to hide it from you. He let out a long sigh of relief, "Everything in the world is coming to an end." ”

It's all over, and his tone always seems to emphasize how important I am.

"Jimo Ta ......"

I looked up at the north, he probably had already returned to the battlefield, and the hurried glance away from Qingqiu Mountain was just an illusion.

"But the fate of the dust, everything is just a dream, if you believe me, drinking this medicine is the best." He said.

Twenty years is short, indeed, just a dream.

I poured it up, and the medicine was indeed sweet and silky, with the fragrance of tea.

"Get some sleep, wake up, and you'll be fine."

I closed my eyes gently, but I saw Jimo, only a back, in the dim light, alone. A broad back, carrying a wide sorrow. This is the last of us, we can't see our eyebrows, we can't see anything, only the dark color of his clothes, slowly blending into the night.

In front of me, it was just plain black.

I was in darkness, waiting for the light to come.

I have lived in pure darkness for sixteen years, and at this moment, I feel unaccustomed. About, yes and Jimo lived in the sun for too long, accustomed to that temperature, that color. The indecribable warm white lights up everything.

At the last moment, I will remember the light he left in my life at the age of seven that illuminated my last four years.

Raise your hand, touch it, trace the sun.

In a trance, a ray of light lit up the fingertips. Pale, but no longer pale fingertips.

My eyes widened, and the tiny light spread from my fingertips, covering my arms, upper body, legs, and toes.

I looked up and saw a woman with skin like snow, long hair like a waterfall, and eyes like stars.

I suddenly remembered the "son of the owner" in the lustful endowment of the disciples, an increase of one point is too long, and a decrease of one point is too short; If it is powdered, it is too white, and Shi Zhu is too red; The eyebrows are like green feathers, and the muscles are like snow; The waist is like a bundle, and the teeth are like shellfish; Yan Ran smiled, confused Yang City, and fascinated Cai.

It was a fairy-like woman.

I thought that the woman I saw in the palace of Qingqiu Mountain was full of fairy aura, but compared to the woman in front of me, it was beyond reach.

Suddenly the light flashed, the woman disappeared suddenly, the smiling eyebrows flickered into sight, converged the bronze mirror, he handed me a hand, his slender hand, with three fingers on the fingertips have a thin layer of calluses, that is the result of thousands of years of pen painting and calligraphy.

I know him, I know every bit of him.

He is not only a strategist who knows astronomy and geography, not just a dragon who can't help himself, he is my dear friend, who has drunk tea for thousands of years by my side, and watched me go through thousands of years of old things.

"Aster, welcome back." The haggard in his brow was overshadowed by joy.

Aster, my name for thousands of years, is the name of a humble little light purple flower.

He's right, everything is just a dream. Twenty years, compared to thousands of years, is but a short-lived dream.

However, thousands of years of memory, the first name that catches my eye is not Aster, not Negative Wing, but Dongjun. I remember it as clearly as if I had never forgotten it.

"Would you like tea?" I asked.

The corners of his lips were bright: "After waiting for twenty years, I naturally want to drink." But perhaps, now is not the time. His gaze darkened, and he continued, "The phoenix will send you back." ”

"Where are you going back, East Heaven or North Heaven?" I blurted out.

He slowly restrained his smile: "Did you return Dongtian?" ”

His expression could even be said to be sad.

In a word, like a knife, stuck into the heart.

It occurred to me why I had spent twenty years on earth.

Dongjun is the god monarch in charge of the East Heavens, and the Green Emperor Fuxi travels outside the Nine Heavens and personally passes on the position of the Emperor of Heaven to him. He is just a mortal who has cultivated to become an immortal, and naturally there are many immortals who pay attention.

In the fairy world, the higher the power, the more indifferent and ruthless. He is the only exception.

And I am the one who caused this accident.