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The Thousand Mountains Fox Clan of the Demon Realm is located on the thousand-layer snow peak beyond the Stygian Sea. Therefore, to go to the Thousand Mountains, the Stygian Sea is the only way to go.

Caiyu Town, the place where the Stygian Sea enters the border, there are many people of the dragon clan who have been guarding here for generations, and the town is mixed with people of different races at the same time, bustling, all kinds of things, mixed fish and dragons.

The colorful fishing town at night is quite lively, shrouded in bright light, warm and bright as day, it is actually relying on the many shining night pearls of the first floor of ten miles to illuminate the dark night of the whole colorful fishing town. The streets and towns are full of people. The night wind in the sea area of the Stygian Sea is howling, blowing the red gold flags on the pavilions and fluttering wantonly, accompanied by the sound of buying and selling demons to greet and shout, crowded like a tide of street markets, there are pika and little demon juggling, there are hurried monsters, there are all kinds of fox demons laughing, and there are also the underworld ghost clan painting skin boy leaning on the building, with blood into the painting, outlining the fresh skin.

In the corner of the quiet sea beyond the hustle and bustle, the pearl is faint, and between the misty dimness, a small boat floats quietly on the slightly tumbling sea, gently swinging.

The sea breeze was rolling, even blowing up the green silk that Sang had always been supple all the time, listening to the surging waves, she leaned on the bow of the boat in the wind, staring at Zi Mo who was lying on the boat with a leisurely expression, and sighed helplessly for a long time.

Zimo was finally persuaded by her and turned into an ordinary child who came with her. They should have set off from this colorful fishing town to Qianshan at noon today, but they listened to the people here that three days later it was a once-in-a-century Xunyi Festival, the Dragon Palace enchantment was opened, and many rare treasures and rare antiques of the Dragon Clan would be voluntarily exchanged with people from all walks of life and all ethnic groups in this town. In the Stygian Sea, if there is no dust bead of the dragon people, outsiders will not be able to enter the Styx Sea for a long time, so this treasure of the dragon clan has always been only the share they voluntarily brought out. Therefore, this once-in-a-century Xunyi Festival is really a lively event from all walks of life.

And Sang Wushi thought that it would not be bad for him to go to Qianshan privately this time for a day or two, so he simply stayed to have a good time, maybe he could really exchange for some interesting treasures.

But the hateful thing is that the little ghost has always looked sad and has no interest in it, if it weren't for Sang Wuwu's hard persuasion, he might have run into his enchantment and slept a lot.

Sang Wushi sighed heavily in the night breeze all the time, "Zimo, you said that you have been drowsy all day long, and such a beautiful sea view can't wake you up?" As he spoke, he turned his head closer to the little ghost, and continued: "What's more, you still have such a beautiful brother in front of you, huh?"

Zi Mo's small body lay quietly on the surface of the boat, the sea breeze blew the hem of his silver-white clothes, and in the hazy night, his eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was indifferent, like an arbitrary white butterfly, "If you see too much, you will naturally be immune." ”

"......" the corners of Sang Wushi's mouth twitched, "You little ghost, you are not happy to give you two days to relax now, and you may not be able to say what danger there is when you reach Qianshan, you are really a stinky little ghost who doesn't know how to lift." ”

He suddenly glanced at her, his hands still resting on his little head, and said quietly, "Aren't we going to look for oranges?"

Sang choked all the time, uh..... Okay, she quickly smiled easily, her eyes fell on the endless deep sea, but suddenly she seemed to remember something, sat on the bow of the boat and asked, "Zimo, do you know that there is an end to the Wufu Sea?" If Chi Shu really didn't have a nerve, the little ghost should know. Tilting her head slightly, she asked nonchalantly. But she still didn't miss the complicated color that flashed on Zimo's face, she frowned slightly, looking at him and not speaking.

Zi Mo put down one of the hands that pillowed his head, his blue eyes were slightly closed, his small mouth was pursed, and he said after a long time: "Maybe." ”

Sang Wushi's heart jumped, the little ghost did not give her a disdainful look or damage her two sentences as usual, but three words "maybe", which can already show that the end of the sea of innocence that Chi Shu said really exists. She smiled and broke the deadlock again, "There will be a lot of excitement here soon, and you can find a lot of things from the Dragon Palace, maybe you can still see the true body of the dragon, how about it, are you looking forward to it all of a sudden?"

Zimo was unmoved, and said lightly: "I haven't seen anything in the Dragon Palace in five thousand years of cultivation. ”

She stared at the little imp lying on the surface of the boat no more than an arm's length, and tried her best to resist the urge to grab his pigtails, gritting her teeth, "You owe a beating, don't you?

He was very calm, "I haven't seen a dragon in five thousand years of cultivation." ”

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Sang Wushi suddenly turned over, and also lay directly beside him, learning from his hands to pillow, but he looked at the starry night sky and stopped talking.

The whirring sea breeze disturbed a pool of night water, the boat also swayed slightly, her bright red dress was surging, intertwined with the hem of his silver and white clothes, beautiful night, but there was a trace of inexplicable silence. Looking at the thousands of stars above her head, she said softly: "Zimo, how many years have you been cultivating?"

His slightly closed eyelashes seemed to twitch slightly, but he did not answer.

Sang blinked from time to time, stared at the starlight and continued: "There is also a person who once said that my cultivation is not proportional to my experience......

"How many people have you seen? How many joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows have you seen? Have you ever been betrayed? Have you ever shed tears of sadness? Your heart has never beaten for others, right?"

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In fact, the words of the day of no desire inexplicably made her remember deeply.

"The man said, "I have not understood the warmth and coldness of the world, and the pain and sorrow of the world. In fact, he was wrong, whether it was warm or cold, bitter or happy, it was always my own, so how can I talk about understanding it? My life is not long or short, and before I met Chi Shu, I also traveled to the Five Realms, traveled all over the four directions, and then followed him for a thousand years, and I was also free and easy, laughing at Brahma. I've seen everything in this world. It's just ......" she stopped, and said no more. It's just like a cloud dream, even if she has cried, laughed and hurt, but it is still like a dream, so illusory that it does not leave a trace in her heart.

She turned her head, looked at the young man whose mood seemed to have changed slightly, and said lightly: "So Zimo, maybe experience and cultivation are not equal, perhaps, what you see may not be true, and what you ask may not be true." Therefore, she never pressed to ask him where he came from, nor did she specifically question why he always looked at her coldly, just like the Soul Locking Temple, like when he was trapped by the sound of the flute. He didn't say it, and she didn't take the initiative to ask why he didn't save her.

In Zimo's blue eyes that slowly opened, the mist was faint, but it was as clear as ever, his eyebrows and eyes were light, and his voice was calm, "So even if you know this, you will still pursue your pursuit as always?"

She was silent again, watching him say nothing.

He sighed slightly, raised his silver-white sleeved little hand, pointed to the noisy starry sky, and pointed to the night sky illusion reflected in the sparkling sea water under the boat, and said in a slightly deep voice: "Just like this, knowing that what you want is just a flower in the moon mirror in the water, an illusory dream, will you still insist?"