The dry bones bury the beautiful face, the crane sends the deceased, leaves a green lantern with the rest of his life, and gives the past of Hongchen to Huangquan.

Even if I spent half of my life in vain, and when I think about it again, I can only say that the root of the complex is deep.

If I die, I will give you back your life.

I will bury the rest of my life in Huangquan.

——044 yellow sorghum for three years

In the autumn of that year, Changshui and I had forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes, and we were close to the end of the world.

"You know what? I used to want to help the world, and I often listened to the wind and waves, and sailed against the current. There was also the silence of the winding water, often reciting the laughter of a few people, and conforming to nature. “

The autumn colors hit Nanduli, my eyes were full of unknown thoughts, and the corners of my lips were slightly raised with a faint smile. Suddenly, he bowed his head again, pursed his lips and bent his eyes flashed with a moment of worry.

"It's a pity that time flies, and it's gone. Even if the mountains and rivers are broken, they have never found the way to achieve both. I hope that the time will pass in the future, not the Huang Liang who broke a dream. “

Even though I am far away from Changshui, my situation is beyond the reach of a thousand people.

On that day I had no way out, the crane was lost, I left a scarred body in the green forest, undoubtedly revealing the sorrow of mortality, and the blood stained my white shirt, but I let out a long howl.

It is unwilling and disappointed.

The joy of receiving a letter from home was trampled on by the hemp-like calculation in an instant, and the blood left in vain turned into despair.

In the end, it was the hoarse chirping of the bluebird, and the yellow sorghum that shattered a dream.

All thoughts were carved out in the noisy wind, and the bright eyes could not see through the light veil of memory, leaving only a dry and desolate desolation.

Facing the mountains and rivers of Changshui, but it is not vain.

Together, I should wave away the sun, let the cold swallow the bones, go to heaven and earth and be unfound, and follow the old man away.

At that time, I thought so.

But I... No.

The wind passed through the traceless blood-red clothes, and the fluttering body was even thinner but unusually straight, and my deep pupils did not ripple from the shadow of the frightening Hong, and it bloomed in the backlight with dazzling brilliance.

The sword is dull, the prosperity of the blood-stained country is just an empty space, even if it is unwilling in every way, but the wilderness is silent, no one watches the fire, only self-help.

Death is like the wind, blowing out the cold of the night sky, blowing out the sorrow of the clouds, but not blowing out half of the residual candle, and finally adding old clothes at dusk, unwilling to live and die with the wind.

I raised my index finger under my blood-stained clothes, stretched out my hand to the fiery remnant sun, and drew an ancient and obscure circle in the air, the cold caused the stiff phalanges to stagnate in the air for a long time, and the short time seemed to slow down countless times, just like this ups and downs of life.

I think I finally understand that there may not be a way to have both worlds at all, and some are just... The world is unforgiving.

is already in prison, how can he hope for his family and country, the innocence of the past has long been unable to go back.

The flowers are withering and the leaves are falling, and the breeze sends a wisp of green to drift away, flying to the world behind me.

Life and death are just a leaf drifting, and they are also obstacles.

The white crane is lost, and its fate hangs by a thread

Lotus is born for nine days, a glimmer of life

——045 Yellow Sorghum for four years

That winter, I was with my old friend.

"The winter solstice of the old country, the ten sides of the fence, is also a good year. I often read a few laughs, often listen to the wind and waves, and only hate the song of the sun. “

Red beans are born in the south, and the bamboo core is full of heart and spleen. The wind is bleak, the snow is falling, and the cold light is not shining. My heart is just a lingering rainbow in the end.

In front of Feiluan Palace, the jade tree was covered by frost and snow, and I suddenly saw a figure under the jade tree, she smiled lightly at me, and her clothes were fluttering.

The reflection of the peach blossoms in my eyes is like an unknown tenderness like water, almost like a reunited lover.

That unchanging heart is undoubted, but it allows me to stand in the picturesque scenery of Nine Heavens.

I seem to be able to hear the endless years of the jade flute, after the unknown cold has been tossed and turned, and the flowers are vaguely colorful and falling, year after year, it is the end of the blood that cannot be reached.

The breeze swept the branches of the trees, and now only the bustling noise that did not belong to them was left under the feet, as if it was clearly gathered on the tips of the ears and could be faintly heard, and it was only the hearts of the people who experienced the red dust.

I inadvertently raised my head, and the blood in my bones gushed straight into my internal organs, like a white wave with an irreversible momentum that lasted for a long time.

I saw my sharp nails piercing into the delicate skin, and the white fingertips left indelible marks in a short period of time, like the blood-stained splendid mountains and rivers, bright red and seductive.

Don't think of old friends who are chic about wine, and don't think of beautiful women who are picturesque and difficult to relieve their sorrows.

My blood-stained palm caresses the jade tree for ten miles, but the wind is cold and cold, allowing the unspeakable care to pass away with the wind. My eyebrows and eyes are gloomy, and I know the politeness of the wind and snow.

After many years, things are not people, and after all, Jiutian entered the world because of me.

"You and I are both dead, or in the midst of prosperity"

At first, I thought it was just a joke without a heel, but it became a proverb many years later.

Only this time, it will be my old friend who will resign.

Vaguely, the last ray of dawn in my mind was swallowed up, the darkness followed me like a shadow, his narrow eyelashes trembled like cicada wings as if endlessly, and he gritted his teeth and could vaguely smell the rich and enduring fishy sweetness.

As far as the eye can see, the snow-paved land is just like the white paper of unstained dust, and the footprints of man have become the black of its life, I rely on the jade tree, the whirlwind whistling through the whirlwind and all my thoughts are left with a sigh of the breeze.

The nine heavens are to me what water is to duckweed, indispensable, but because of the wild duckweed, it grows wantonly and drowns the traces of water.

It is rare to see one side of the lifelong life, but the Tao is scattered and impermanent, and there are many withering and glory, how can it be laughing and evil?

I hold the lamp and want to drink, looking forward to a future with you. From now on, I will spend the rest of my life guarding them.

"May you have a long time. ”

At the intersection of light and shadow, I opened my eyes and saluted to the direction of the palace master

"Don't be a lotus, bow down"

Yushu ten miles, the old people will be extinct.

Since then, it has been a lifetime.

- Epilogue to 046

Thousands of ancient books, all of which are from the past, have a floating stroke, and have broken the present.

Memories are like the wind, what you can't guess is the direction of fate, memories are like water, you can't grasp the traces of his passing, and you will still slip through your fingers after all.

If we knew our fate, would it be different? Will there be no more suffering or will we no longer know each other?

Perhaps, only after experiencing it, will it be unforgettable.

I gently rolled up my sleeves and smiled at ease, after the prosperity, the silence, this life is just a glimpse of the light, the world is leisurely red dust as a companion, after the cycle has passed, I am still in the same place.

I have heard the cry of the abyss, I have seen the ruined wolf smoke, the morning light pulls the long black shadow, it points to the deepest darkness of my heart, uncovers the scars of my heart, but it is all contained in the eyes of the firmament.

The red dust filled my ears, but my heart was as calm as water, as if swallowing all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and let them sink into the sea, I wiped a crystal pearl-like drop from my forehead with my bare hands, and let it penetrate into my body through the skin, I think, I am used to it.

I leaned over the top of this Taiyin Mountain and looked in the direction that led to Wanghuai.

"The point of no return. ”

For a while, it was quiet and windless, only the fog in front of me, and I couldn't see the way back in the future, but if I looked at the long term, I think even the end of the road would be a desperate life.

Cross this splendid river and mountain, and smile at the red dust of the world. It's not a dream of Zhou Gong, it's not a dream of Huangliang, it's the fate of just one glance, my way back is destined to be a pool of bright water that the stars look at, a rare brightness.

Red dust and dry bones, one day to see the world of the world, looking back on the past 20 years, can not escape the doomed fate, should come to be late, but will not because of my escape, and choose to leave.

Falling leaves return to the roots, I walked in the direction of Wanghuai, my body spread out of the palace lightly, the past few years are like flowing water, it is a fate that cannot be avoided, why not let me face it?

I take the mountains and rivers to send me a ride, who stepped on the moon to come, in this barren scenery of the past year, and dance a period of shock, the lonely shadow under the moon, the red umbrella fluttering, only the sideburns and snow, the years are gone, and the dust is wrong

I drank the three thousand water in the cup, got a clear joy, in this falling flower season is not in the dream of the king, and chant a morning and twilight, the night rain of the small building, the autumn water condensation, the endless lovesickness, broken people's intestines, the song is desolate

I hold the old pen to paint my face bones, the rest of my life, in the silk silk where the ink of the west window has not dried, and fill in half a sentence of poetry, lovesick into the ink, who is alone, when will the day drift away, do you know, don't leave for a long time

I drove a ride away, invited the deceased to the mound, in the woods where the dry bones of ten miles were laid, and lit a green lantern, no one accompanied me, and the night slept long, under the two lines of tears, the sunset went, and buried the past

"It's time to go. ”

My dark ink pupils squinted lightly, and the annual rings were engraved with intricate patterns, and the faint backlight reflected the vigorous first day, just like the dawn in the eternal night breaking through all darkness.

When I wake up from a big dream, I forget all about the past.

May I never rest for the rest of my life.

Holding the hilt of the long sword, he charged a sword and pierced into the ginseng's body, in order to prevent the killing from being thorough, he still practiced the swordsmanship chopping action, and made up a few more knives until the soul ring slowly rose, and before he had time to thank the teacher, he began to run the soul power, and the light cyan soul power was wrapped around the green soul ring, which belonged to the same source, naturally there was no rejection and rejection, and the soul power simply became thicker all of a sudden, swallowing the soul ring, and the soul ring sank to the bottom. She tried to release the soul ring, and the vitality that belonged to life gushed out, and her tight strings finally loosened, and a stone fell to the ground in her heart.

This was no different from the soul technique she had expected.

She bowed with grace and respect. Joy welled up between his eyebrows, and Wen Run chuckled, "The student has thanked the teacher here, if there is no teacher's help, the student himself is afraid that it will be difficult to help this ginseng." In the future, if the teacher is useful to the students, the students should do their best to help. ”

But this hunting ring brought her not only soul skills and soul rings, but also the vigorous vitality of life contained in this soul ring, which gave her a more vivid understanding of life and her own "Tao". The so-called practice of medicine to save people, the benevolence of doctors, is no longer a cold word for her, but more vivid and warm.

The so-called life is endless, the morning is born, the twilight is on the verge of death, today withers a life, and tomorrow there will be a new life. These lives leap up in the long river of time and disappear in the turbulent waves, but in any case, it is these faint and small lives that constitute the glorious history and decorate the long river of time.

Her heart seems to be more and more calm, becoming detached and quiet, and she seems to look down on life and death a lot. The shackles that had previously imprisoned her heart were loosened in an instant, and she felt that she had a clearer and deeper understanding of her "Tao".

She should walk in the way of life. How fragile and great life is, how long and how short life is, and her way should be to feel, understand, and save life in her short life.

"The student and the teacher go back together, and give the mountain gardenia sachet they have hidden to the teacher, the teacher waits for the student, the sachet that has been cultivated by the soul power must be more useful to the soul master, and the teacher should pay more attention to the body in the future. ”

Xi Jiangli unleashes the first and fourth soul skills [Soul Consumption 95], covering his whole body with heavy armor, increasing physical attack and damage reduction by 14%, while maintaining a 30% increase in all attributes. Put on a defensive posture and face Zisheng's straight punch and sword aura [deal 52 damage, 30% damage reduction for all attributes, plus 14% damage reduction, a total of 30 damage], and at the same time punch Yan Liu into the opponent's body, and grab the opponent's wrist with his right claw.

Dugu Shuran used the second soul skill [Soul Consumption 20] to mentally interfere with Zi Sheng, and at the same time successfully dodged Ling Xiang's vine entanglement, but failed to dodge Zi Sheng's sword qi attack [dealing 20 damage].

Zi Sheng manipulated the sword qi to directly confront Xi Jiangli's Yan Liu [40 points of Yan Flow damage], and the two sides formed a direct soul power confrontation at the junction of their arms. [The two enter the stage of rapid consumption of soul power, the soul consumption of each side of the play is 40, if the confrontation continues, the soul power will continue to be consumed, and the side that withdraws first will be counterattacked by a certain amount of soul power.] At the same time, Zi Sheng condensed an air sword and stabbed at Xi Jiangli, and ten fingers poured out sword qi to stab Xi Jiangli's wrist, launching the third soul technique [Soul Consumption 65] to resist Dugu Shuran's mental interference. [After Xi Jiangli reacts, he will be decided in the next round.] ]。

Ling Xiang uses the second soul skill [Soul Cost 40], which increases his speed by 10% and restores 10% of his soul power. At the same time, it condenses the mountain gardenia [Soul Consumption 20], which has a certain slowing effect on Xi Jiangli and Lonely Shuran [speed reduced by 10%]. Urge the vine [Soul Consumption 10] to wrap around Dugu Shuran [Due to the speed advantage judgment, it is forcibly judged to be successfully entangled], and at the same time manipulate the Falling Chick Sword to split the two swords horizontally [Soul Consumption 20], and carry two pieces of Mountain Gardenia Leaf Hidden Weapon to flank Lonely Shuran at one time and one at a time. [After Lonely Shuran reacts, it will be decided in the next round.] ]

When she received the letter from the blue bird, she was very surprised. Thinking about it carefully, he still put on the purse he got from the last time he met Murong, and the delicate embroiderer could think of the girl who was as careful as a hair at a glance. With a smile in her eyebrows, she took off the jasmine hairpin in her hair for the first time, and her long hair fell to her shoulders, covering the secret behind her ears, and went to the appointment in the most unpretentious appearance.