"The clear moon shines on the clouds, and the Han stars are accompanied by cold sounds.

Lonely empty dome, dusk and sunset, like wind shadows, with each other through the ages.

The old man of Kunlun, the bearded eyebrows and Chang'e, the lonely heart at night, the palace is cold, and he asks where the elixir is?

Those in green clothes, chanting by the stars, thick yellow tears are sad.

Cuckoo blood, three more months, no rain.

The road is full of sorrows, invincible to red dust and tears, and the bitter intestines are hard to break. ”

Kunlun Han Star Palace, Su Xi sad and lonely, facing the half-song "Lonely Dusk" composed by Xingzun Qingchenyue on the stone pillar, stroking the memory of the feather ring, singing in a low voice, and singing poignantly.

It's the hundredth time she's sung it, and the loneliness and longing for the people she has never expressed in the song so deeply as it did tonight. "Master, the elixir that cures your lonely heart night illness is in the ancient abyss of the past, right?"

Qingchenyue, who was indulging in the music and looking at the stars and moon, looked haggard and stunned, "Stinky girl, who told you?"

Su Xi's eyes blinked, the thief smiled, and stuck out his tongue: "Wusa Empress Ziyue is sorrowful!"

"Hmph!" Qingchen Yue pinched the root of Su Xi's ear dotingly, and snorted: "Shizun won't fall for you, how can she talk about this!"

"So, the person who is remembered by the song "Lonely Dusk" by Shizun is really the Witch Emperor?" Su Xi's eyes widened, revealing a treacherous appearance.

Qingchenyue scolded with a smile: "Stinky girl!"

Su Xi scratched his head and frowned and asked, "Master, why do you only compose "Lonely Dusk" as a half-song at the top and a half at the bottom?"

Qingchenyue: "Sometimes, incompleteness is also a kind of beauty, leaving people with infinite reverie. Ask where is the next place in "Lonely Dusk", and it should be in the place of the past and the moon. ”

"Guanghan looks at the void, and the jade rabbit Gu Jin Toad.

Looking at Shu Yueche, Wu Gang Guilu, like ice water, will not leave for a long time.

In the past, take care of the past, and do your best. The immortals have fallen, the heroes are broken, and what is the joy of life?

The shadow of the purple shirt, sighing under the moon, Yan Yandai's eyebrows are like a flocculent.

Envy the mandarin ducks playing in the water, flying with wings, and dying in the twilight.

However, if the people of Hesi are destined to participate in business, they will not be separated forever. ”

At this time, in the center of the ancient abyss, the forest is swaying, the wonderful shadow is mottled, and the waves are sparkling.

In the pavilion constructed of a white marble, the pond is cold and blue, and the incense is soothing.

The Witch Emperor in the purple shirt, the green silk dances, the fairy posture falls, the red lips contain enlightenment, the music and song are better than the heavenly sounds, and the memories are bitter. The nostalgia contained in it is exactly the same as that of "Lonely Twilight", and the melody field is also very compatible.

Perhaps, this is the bottom of "Lonely Dusk".

"The person in Tsing Yi, chanting by the stars, thick yellow tears are sorrowful" and "The shadow of the purple shirt, sighing under the moon, Yan Yan Dai's eyebrows are like flocculents", isn't it the metaphor of Qingchen Yue and Ziyue sorrow?

Lonely dusk and dusk, sleepless long nights and cold nights. The long night of dusk is finally over, and the thoughts are endless!

Su Xi frowned and said, "In this case, why did my Han Star Shepherd and her Mengjiang Wusa gather the forces of all parties in the flood wilderness, killing the ground and corpses all over the field, and almost causing the flood to fall into a place of no return?"

"Hey......" Qingchenyue sighed, shook her head, closed her eyes and recalled the past for a long time, tears glistened when she opened her eyes, and said helplessly: "The word love is very reasonable, and there are many love-hate entanglements in it." ”

Shu Xi: "If the Witch Emperor is in danger, is the master worried?"

"Of course I'm worried!" Qingchen Yue said without the slightest hesitation, "However, in the ancient abyss, except for Bai Yunmo, almost no one in the world could hurt her. She shouldn't be in danger......"

"That little pardon is in danger now, should Su Xi steal peace?" Su Xi pulled the long sleeves of Qingchen Yue's green shirt, shook left and right, and said coquettishly: "Master, last time I snatched the immortal tree from under the noses of the witch emperor and the evil king, and now the little pardon has fallen into the hands of the evil king, and it must be stripped of the skin!"

Qingchen Yue: "I am worried about your little lover......!

Zhou Tian Zhusu, countless stars, hundreds of millions of years of wheels. All beings are reincarnated, and they all arise and die. Unless the right path becomes a god, everyone has a destiny star that symbolizes the trajectory of destiny.

According to the trajectory of the natal stars, the number of Dayan is used to calculate the relationship between people.

The fate of Dayan Heaven can not only reveal the fate of the two in their past lives, present lives, and future lives, but also calculate all the fates of the two from the beginning of the universe to the old age of the heavens and wastelands.

The so-called "fate of the world" refers to the fate of this great heaven.

"Hee-hee, it's a pity...... I'm very close to Xiao Yu, right?" Su Xi heard the word "pity", and although he chuckled in his heart, he put on a casual appearance on the surface, smiling mischievously.

Qingchen Yue's old face flashed a trace of unbearable: "Dayan Tian's fate criticized: The last days meet, and there is no fate. The sea of love is endless, and it is a sin to turn back. Suhee, while you haven't fallen into the quagmire now, forget about this relationship!"

Su Xi understands that Qingchen Yue never speaks, and the fate of Dayan Heaven is a certainty, and there will be no mistakes.

The sense of loss that I have never felt before is permeated in my heart. It's as if there is something very important and important in my heart that has been lost, and it is empty.

At this moment, Su Xi understood why the master always said that she "didn't know what it was like to be a young man, but she tried her best to talk about sorrow", and her sorrows in the past were not sorrows at all.

The moon is embellished, and the night is bright and clear. The green clouds are as ethereal as smoke.

After being silent for a long time, Qingchenyue looked at Su Xi's lost expression, and sighed: "Su Xi, if you need it, you can make an exception for the teacher to ask the Witch Emperor once, and cast a spell to make you forget and be forgiven!"

Su Xi was stunned for a moment, looked at Qingchen Yue, and burst into tears.

She understands that begging the Witch Emperor to do things is a great shame for Qingchenyue, and for her as a naughty and mischievous person, Qingchenyue is actually willing to condescend.

Su Xi whimpered: "Master, you are so good to the apprentice, but I don't want to forget. Could it be that there is really no possibility of any change in this Great Yan Heavenly Destiny?"

Qingchenyue pondered Shaoqing, "The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine out of forty." The forty-nine numbers deduced from the number of Dayan are fixed numbers, and even if they are fixed numbers, they may not be absolute, and the variables are one number, which is eternal and ancient. However, it is rare to be able to grasp the variables and change fate!"

Su Xi: "Master, what are the variables?

Qingchenyue: "Variables are invisible and invisible, and variables are everywhere at all times." What people lack is the ability to grasp it. ”

Su Xi wiped away his tears, nodded, and his eyes suddenly shot a burst of essence: "Once a person becomes a god on the right path, the fate star that symbolizes the trajectory of fate will disappear." If we all become gods, then there will be no destiny trajectory, yes!"

Qingchen Yue shook his head: "Becoming a god, the trajectory of fate is just hidden and unpredictable, not disappearing, becoming a god is just enhancing the strength to grasp the variables." Changing fate is a move against the sky, and it will be punished by heaven, even if it is the ancient god who dominates the world, he also conforms to the fate of the days and does not dare to go against the heavens. ”

Su Xi: "Since there are variables, then it doesn't matter what kind of fate this great Yan Tian is! Master, now the evil king must have found out that the little pardon has been pardoned, so I'm so worried......"

Qingchenyue: "I want to see how I am pardoned now, so I can say it directly, and my words are still subtle." ”

Su Xi's glasses turned around, and he said: "Master, if you say it is subtle, it can't compare to you! I want to see the Witch Emperor, why use casting spells to make me forget about the little pardon as an excuse." As a disciple, how can I let my master make such a mistake of sacrificing the happiness of my own disciple in exchange for opportunities, hehe!"

Qingchenyue pinched the root of Shuxi's ears and said, "How could Shizun do such a thing, you stinky girl!" Actually, how could Qingchenyue not understand that although Suxi was hip-hop on the surface, he was very sad in his heart at this time.

"By the way, in this life, I and Xiao Yuyi are the fate of the last days, so did the two of us have a good time before?"

Qingchenyue: "Shame or not, you can say the words 'have you had a good time'!"

Su Xi didn't care, and said: "If the son doesn't teach, the teacher will also be wrong!"

Qing Chenyue shook her head helplessly, this disciple of Su Xi really made him angry and loved. After a pause, Qingchen Yue said in a straight voice: "According to the calculation of Dayan Tiansuyuan, you have met in your previous life, but you have no friendship, let alone feelings, even if the friendship between you exists, it is because of others. ”

Shu Xi: "How can this be, what kind of person was he who was forgiven in his previous life?"

Qingchenyue shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do, but what is certain is that in his previous life, he was a very powerful existence and cannot be snooped on!"

"Hmph, no matter if he has a previous life, he is still an unusually strong existence!" Su Xi snorted, and coquettishly said to Qingchenyue: "Master, let's care about the little pardon who cares about this life......

"That's it, that's it!" Qingchen Yue couldn't twist Su Xi's coquettishness, and with a stroke of his virtual hand, the Han Xing Xuchen Mirror reflected the scene of the ancient site of the curtain building.

"Long Hongshen, your Dragon Clan's No. 1 Divine Soldier is too inferior, and he has been cowardly avoiding it in the face of a half-broken sword!" Meng Yu thought to himself that he had exhausted his skills since he got the Immortal Tree, and now that he had the Destroying Luo War Knife in his hand, he should perform well in front of Yu Jia, and the attack and killing force was even more fierce.

However, it was quite surprising that for some reason, the half-handled sword of Annihilation always retained its combat power for the dragon soldiers.

Stanley Long: "Hmph, there is a profound skill and a half-handled ancient divine weapon, but there is no supreme mystical skill, it's a pity!"

"Yes, destroy Luo with a knife!" Before the words of the pardon fell, ten Luo Destroying War Swords flew out from the battle knife, and the sharp sword qi, even if it was blocked by the dragon soldiers, still tore out dozens of cracks in Long Hongshen.

At first, when he used the sword of destroying Luo, he was able to cut out a hundred swords and swords, but now his strength has been reduced to ten, and one day when he uses only one sword, then he will reach Mahayana.

"Ahh

The roaring dragon roared, and Long Hongshen turned into a divine dragon about thirty zhang long, and the dragon soldiers roamed around the dragon's body, devouring the dragon blood that flowed out of the sword of the dragon.

When the dragon soldiers were drinking the dragon's blood, the dragon soldiers turned into two golden dragon horns, which were integrated with the dragon transformed by Long Hongshen, and the momentum exuded by Long Hongshen soared sharply.

"Understood, understood! Under the combined infusion of Loulan's blood and the blood of the dragon clan, it can stimulate the dragon soldier's ability to destroy the catastrophe!"

After the two dragon horns appeared, the half-handled sword of Annihilation let out a trembling hum, and a joy of reuniting with his comrades after a long absence reached the heart of forgiveness. "Canglong Bizhou, could it be that these two dragon horns are the relics of Canglong Bizhou?"

The sword of destroying Luo and the dragon Bizhou are Du Yitian's right-hand men, and the ancient abyss river Tuluo book once gave a hint that if you want the dragon and the boat, you must first get the sword of destroying Luo.

Now that half of the sword is in hand, the traces of the dragon Bizhou should be out, these two dragon horns contain divine power, and the sword of the annihilation has a sense, it must be the horn of the dragon Bizhou!

Long Hongshen: "You have some insight into Loulan's orphans! Follow me to the Dragon Clan, and use your Loulan blood to help the Dragon Clan complete the great cause of resurrecting the dragon!"

Meng Yu pretended to be confused, and said: "The blood of Loulan, what is the blood of Loulan?"