The new little girl is very cute, very loli, very kawaii.

She is dressed in a beautiful white dress, with a bow on her head, and her eyes naturally reveal a natural charm.

A beautiful embryo.

Her name is Wu Meiniang. If possible, she will establish a dynasty of her own, the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The name of this dynasty was familiar, and Zhou Sheng could not remember whether he had ever established such a dynasty.

"Come, come, girl, come and let my uncle see ......"

The little girl bowed timidly, and now she was just a little girl.

Seeing the scars on the little girl's arms, Zhou Sheng felt distressed for a while, and scolded her two brothers who had no conscience.

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The son gradually grew up, had his own thoughts, and began to spread his wings and soar everywhere.

The relationship with the woman surnamed Xin has always been far and near, and it is not good or bad. On the contrary, this little girl surnamed Wu is very likable to him.

I am invincible.

When the Zhenguan era ended, the old black horse was already dying, Zhou Sheng was also full of white hair, and the little girl had become a woman.

Shi San was once sent by Zhou Sheng to Kyoto to meet once, and there was no cause and effect after that.

The year before last, Old Man Qin went, and Zhou Sheng was even more out of thought.

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One day, a man older than Zhou Sheng came to the academy, this person had been beaten by him all his life, and it was time to go, although he was the leader of Taoism, but he still failed to practice qi.

Because this shijie has no vitality, there is no such immortal material, so it doesn't matter what your aptitude is. After all, it's just a void.

"Let's go to the North Sea. There is the ultimate mystery of this shijie......"

He invited Zhou Sheng to accompany him on a trip to the North Pole. Along the way, the white bear kunyu is indispensable, and there is a good response. He's old now, after all!

Zhou Sheng shook his head and refused: "You have old arms and legs, what are you doing over there, you are cold." I'm not interested in those ......."

"It's a pity~~"

Yuan Tiangang sighed lightly, and led his disciples to Beihai, this old guy wanted to become an immortal and wanted to go crazy.

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Li Er came to the end of his life. In the last years of the bleak years, the prosperity of Zhenguan has come to an end, the entire empire is brilliant, the sun and the moon are in the sky, but this is no longer his business.

Standing in front of Li Er's bed, he no longer had the strength to stand up, and the white maple tree had lost its leaves and withered~~

The old people who once followed him to conquer the country also left one by one, the eldest grandson, Wei Chi. Lao Cheng, Qin Qiong. Li Jing......

Looking at him, you can see the life of an emperor.

Conquer, conquer the prosperous empire, and then grow old silently.

There are no palace maids and eunuchs around, and the emperor's ambition is no longer there, but he still doesn't want others to see his old side.

His young concubines also came to the Ganye Temple.

He was dying, and he was about to be buried in the imperial tomb.

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At a glance, he saw the white-haired Zhou Sheng, and he was also the person he feared the most.

He choked.

Zhou Sheng took out the edict that Li Er had written a few days ago, and erased the paragraph of Zuihou.

This dead fat man was not at peace when he was dying, and he even mobilized 30,000 heavy armor troops to surround and kill him in the edict, without remembering any price.

When he was there, Zhou Sheng still had some scruples about acting. When this ambitious emperor dies, this shijie has nothing to worry about.

The emperor is Li Zhi, but these things have nothing to do with him. He was now thinking about whether to blacken the name Li Zhi as well, so that it would be fun.

Zuihou still gave up, not interesting.

In this palace, he is the only one who can sneak in without being discovered.

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When the death knell sounds, an old era is buried. Li Er's nickname is very good, what is the Great Sage Emperor Dade.

The woman named Xin Chai also gradually died of old age, and the entire academy returned to the original point.

Only the horse that was dying of old age all day was still with him, and generations of students came, and before they could get acquainted with it, they all graduated and left, and generations of newcomers came.

Wu Meiniang also got her wish and sat on the throne, and there were a lot of concubines/heads, which made Zhou Sheng nag for a long time.

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When his son died of old age in front of him, everything was clean.

Under the sunset, an old man and an old horse were snuggling up to keep warm, looking at this red dust shijie.

A middle-aged man walked in, followed by several academy students, all of whom were now high-ranking officials.

The student respectfully saluted the old dean.

The middle-aged man came to Zhou Sheng's side, leaned on his ear, and said loudly: "Grandpa, the emperor Bixia is here, I will help you to pick up the ......."

The old Zhou Sheng's ears and martial arts have also regressed a lot, and he can no longer arouse the vigilance of this huge dynasty.

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Emperor Bixia looked at this old man, and it was hard to imagine that this was the person she had admired when she was a child.

Everything is stable, old and old, dead and dead.

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The academy is still full of vigor and vitality for young men and women, composing poems and singing.

Touching the old black horse's mane, Zhou Sheng's old eyes covered with feces squinted slightly, and he didn't seem to be able to open them.

"Old man, it's time for us to leave, after seeing this short life, it's time to return to our shijie......"

The old horse responded weakly a few times, and under the escort of his children and grandchildren, he went to the North Pole.

The back of a man and a horse is gloomy, very pitiful.

Children and grandchildren continue to live here, and they will not dissuade their ancestors. This vein is because this ancestor has become rich, so the ancestor must not make mistakes.

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After getting out of the cold pass, I went for another March, and I met a lot of ice wolves along the way.

The eagle in the sky flies, and the sharp hook can scratch a person's skull.

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Ice and snow, a white patch.

When I came here, it was the polar night. No directions in sight. I found a place in the snow. Prepare to stay for the next month. I'll talk about it when it's dawn.

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Food is easy to find, even if he is old now, he can still hunt those ferocious polar bears, use their white fur for warmth, thick fat burning, meat pieces to fill the belly.

In the dark night, Zhou Sheng always felt that two green eyes had been staring at him, and this sense was very clear.

He clenched the stick in his hand. I watched that green thing come all the way to me.

When I got closer, I saw that it was a skinny man. He was ragged, hungry and old, his skin was stuck to his bones, and his whole body weighed less than thirty pounds. It's hard to imagine how such a person made of building blocks survived in this ice and snow.

"You're here~~"

"Hmm~~"

Yuan Tiangang is not dead yet, he has become like this, and he doesn't know if he has found the ultimate mystery of Shijie. It seems that it was not found, otherwise it would not be so miserable.

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With someone to keep you company, you don't feel lonely.

There are tents to live in. It's nice to have meat to eat. Except for the darkness of the night. Nothing made him unhappy.

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When the aurora appears, everything is so natural.

The polar day came all of a sudden, and the coming was unrelieved. The polar night receded, and everything was bright.

In the moment when the polar day alternates with the polar night, the flower of darkness blooms.

This is a completely black flower, and its flowering period can only be this moment. A moment of brilliance is shorter than an epiphany at midnight.

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The flower of darkness is very beautiful, this is the meaning of this shijie.

Isn't it a beautiful thing that this strange flower can be born here, born in a moment, grow in a moment, and then wither and disappear without a trace?

Zhou Sheng had seen many flowers before, strange flowers, but he had never seen flowers that only bloomed for a moment.

Bing Xin quietly condensed at this moment, silently.

The old black horse licked his palm, reminding him to look at the sky.

The sky was white, an aurora of light, and a faint transparency, like glass.

Through this glass, you can see the shijie outside, which is a blue sea and blue sky.

This shijie is a closed bubble. The North Pole, where the bubbles are thinnest, can be seen through here.

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Yuan Tiangang also saw it, so he knelt down excitedly and worshiped the immortal world that he thought was.

He insisted that it was where the immortals lived. Ordinary people like themselves need to bow down.

Things were just as he thought, with a golden ladder spanning the two sides, connecting this place to the outside.

For the first time, the breath from outside poured into this shijie.

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Three golden immortals descended.

They were three feet tall, wearing golden armor, glowing all over, and they just violated the laws of physics and floated in mid-air, overlooking the two ants below and an old horse.

The immortals are two men and one woman, holding fairy books.

The female fairy spoke, and she had a majesty.

"Whoever is in the lower realm, report his name, and go to this heavenly book, he can become a citizen of my immortal realm......"

Yuan Tiangang touched the ground with his forehead, and the cold snow touched his forehead, making him realize that this was not a dream, this was a real existence, and the immortals were real.

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"Yu Shang Xian, Xia Min Yuan Tiangang, born in ~~"

Zhou Sheng looked out solemnly, there seemed to be something interesting there. With his own horse, he set foot on the road to heaven.

"Nether pariahs, get out of here, it's not your time to ascend to the sky......"

The immortal was furious and waved his hand to play a heavenly immortal technique.

Zhou Sheng flicked his fingers, broke his immortal art, beheaded him, and went outside the bubble.

Looking at this beautiful shijie, Zhou Sheng felt ghostly. There are also living beings in this so-called fairy world, living and cultivating freely, but who among them knows that they are actually dead......

It's a dead dead shijie.

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In the black hall, which was full of black gas and broken tiles, there was only one dead Taoist.

There is a small bubble in the hand of the Taoist, and this bubble is Tang Shijie. And the surrounding fairy world is just the shijie he came up with, and he didn't want his shijie to disappear like this, so he came up with a shijie to let his consciousness forget everything and live in this shijie that he came up with.

Perhaps, according to his conception. His shijie is not dead. Rather, it exists in another state. Another sad man.

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"Flower of Darkness, I see, since you are willing to be the darkness of that moment, what is the use of asking for light?"

With a light sigh, Zhou Sheng tore off a piece of darkness from the sky, blocking the Taoist and the sky.

Eternal night is coming to the world, and the so-called fairy world is in darkness. That Don is also in the eternal night.

Lead the horse and go farther and farther.

With each step, one person and one horse become younger. Eighteen steps had passed, and they had reverted to the way they had first arrived.

Li Er and the others are already memories, memories on the road of cultivation.

Zhou Sheng has a lot of this kind of memory in his life, and will have more. He was lonely because one by one familiar people were gone. He is not lonely, because he still has a ...... Horse.

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One by one, the swallows flew and flew to the horse's hooves.

Horses step on swifts. The dark horse flew into the sky and flew to the higher shijie.

There is a boundary within a boundary. The world comes and goes, and the world is blind.

Creatures have no eyes, so this realm is blind.

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The east of the river goes to the waves, and the romantic characters of the ages are in the west......

Thousands of years after years, flowers bloom for an era.

The sigh of heaven and earth, in the wind, in the song, in the legend of me and you.

When it reappears, it is no longer known what year it is.

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The sky is still the same sky, the earth is still the same earth, the only difference is the people who have changed.

Humanity has a thousand years, therefore, humanity prospers.

Shijie lacks living beings, lacks vitality, and is a very boring thing. Zhou Sheng was very skeptical that if all the people on this shijie were dead, would he sink into a dream and come up with a piece of shijie of his own like that Taoist.

Perhaps, there are no living beings in the dark realm, just a dream and an unwilling memory of a sad person.

A lamentation song plays spring and autumn.

Leave the song and be worried.

Turning around is nothing more than a circle, a stiff circle.

A ring, a ring that can't be broken. I don't want to break the ring!

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This is the ancient road, this is the migration road.

It's that beach, or it's that crab-filled beach. He used all his cultivation to open a path to the strange shijie, but he didn't know that he still turned around in the same place.

The chain of realms is in a grain of sand among the billions of gravel.

One sand and one shijie, one leaf and one Bodhi.

The horse is still the same horse, the little wild horse. People, still that person, sad people. The padded jacket of the green robe is still the same padded jacket, and it is still dusty. The book is still the number of volumes, a wordless book that I can't read. The tree is still the same tree, a big banyan tree with many leaves.

I don't know if Don is a dream or a real experience. But this is not important, the important thing is the process, it is experienced, then it is enough.

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Fate is so mysterious, so simple. You don't have to worry about it, just go with the flow.

mastered his own destiny, condensed his own ice heart, cut off all cause and effect and reincarnation, and sang the sad autumn and warm spring.

The sun is infinitely good.

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There were more children on the beach, and they were barefoot, playing on the beach, leaving a line of crooked footprints.

Colorful shells, rampant and domineering crabs.

The crab is fighting the octopus.

The octopus has just given birth, and it is when its strength is the weakest. Now it is no longer the overlord of the sea, and needs to find a rock crevice to hide.

However, a sea snake spotted the weakened octopus, and a swarm of snakes dragged it out of the crack in the rock, and tore off its tentacles.

Crabs also join the war to get a bite of food.

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The children's laughter is like the sound of a bell gently shaking, but Zhou Sheng wants to cry, he wants to cry, he feels aggrieved and helpless.

Since the original Bianliang, all the way, one by one the people around him left, Zuihou was the only one sitting alone on the beach crying, which was really a terrible thing.

He cried, and he cried because he wanted to.

The children don't care about the crying big brother because they can't see him, they're parallel shijie.

Children are playing, I don't know how many years ago or how many years later, anyway, it's not in the same era as Zhou Sheng.

The horse was also crying because it couldn't find the herd.

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Cry. Cry. Everyone cried together~~

Because I cried. So God has to cry too, it's going to rain.

The rain was falling, and the leaves of the trees were beating. It's raining here, it's sunny there, and the children's laughter is still there.

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It rains but there is no thunder, and thunder does not rain.

This is because God didn't want it to rain, it wasn't prepared, but someone wanted to cry. It also wants to cry, but it has no choice but to squeeze out a few tears of zuihou.

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Crying, crying for tens of thousands of years.

Crying it is dark, crying that it is sunless and moonless.

Regardless of whether it is 3721, whether it is surnamed Li or Wang in the world, whether its son has a mother or not.

As the saying goes, a child with a mother is a treasure, and a child without a mother is a grass. Zhou Sheng now feels like a grass that no mother wants, and duckweed has nothing to rely on.

No hometown, no relatives. There are no familiar people.

Who he is and where he comes from. Where is he going? It's old, it's boring, it's shit, but it's still something to think about.

I haven't figured it out after thinking about it for a long time, and this grass is also desperate.

Thirty thousand years later, he is still crying, crying and crying. The horses were also crying, crying hysterically. All are crying, the sea is crying, the beach is crying, the sand is crying, the trees are crying, the stones are crying, the padded jackets are crying, the books in their hands are crying, the air and the breeze are crying......

What a crying world.

Cry cry, cry a sky, cry a land, cry an ocean.

You're crying, I'm crying, living beings are crying, non-living beings are crying.

Mosquitoes and flies are crying, waves are crying, and clouds are crying on the horizon.

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The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

I don't know if this poem is Lao Du's poem or Jiaxuan's lyrics, how similar it is to Zhou Sheng's current mood. It's the twilight of the year, and it's stopped.

There is no road in my hometown, and there is no way forward, so what can I do except cry......

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"I'm going home......"

The lonely wanderer, with the same horse, wants to return to his hometown, to that familiar and unfamiliar star field.

However, where is that home, it is just an illusory dream, an illusory shijie.

When I wake up from the dream, is my hometown still there?

Go home, return to that familiar star field, that familiar continent, and the familiar Taiyin Sun Star.

Everything is just an obsession, and if the obsession is not dissipated, there is no way.

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The sea, full of water, tears!

Haizi said, facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming. But this sentence is pure nonsense, the sea is the sea water, it sets off huge waves, engulfs the ship, and there are no flowers.

Even if there were, it was a dark flower.

Haizi is not as beautiful as he is in his poems, otherwise he would not have committed suicide by lying on the rails. Of course, it is also possible that he has a head cramp.

Black flowers bloomed, making the hearts of this shijie, this heaven and earth, and these hundreds of millions of creatures darken.

There is life and there is death. There is an opening and there is a fall.

When everything is gone, there is only a lonely back, going farther and farther.

Laughing, crying, going crazy, nowhere to be found......

I am a crazy person, why should I learn from Confucius and be that hypocrite.

It seems that madness is not madness, and crazy people do crazy things.

The flowers bloomed and the flowers fell......

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(End of volume)

PS: Another volume is over. It's over, it's over another volume, and I've finished another volume, my wicked God.

After writing this volume, I cried and I laughed.

Writing to this day, I have written all the supporting characters to death, it's really sad, melancholy, and it's really a shit thing.

The supporting characters are dead, the dead are pitiful, the old are dead, the old are dead, the old are dead!

The end of life is also a very good thing, they are dead, but they will live forever in my heart. This is a very sour sentence, and it is also a very poor and sour sentence.

Not much to say, I don't care anymore. It was my debut novel, and it was the first time I started thinking about life and conceiving a whole story. The story may not be flattering, or it may not be pretty. But I like it.

Love your story, love your brunette.

The beating keyboard, strings of notes popped, and my new voice popped up.

In the years to come, I may have other jobs, but I will definitely write a text in the middle of the night to share my idea shijie with you.

This shijie may not be beautiful, or you may not like it, but this is my heart.

This pen name I will always use for the rest of my life. In a few decades, you will still be able to see my words. That's my promise.

Good night.

Damn, it's a bad thing, I want tomorrow to be a rainy day so I don't have to go to the morning reading. (To be continued......)