Seeing the sunset again, the sunset in the Spiritual Secret Realm seems to be closer to people, as if it is colder to people. This is more elegant reverie in the late autumn twilight of the rolling world, but less yearning after running around and toiling.

Hongchen is tired, the world is too bitter, but the affection of Hongchen is more unforgettable, and the happiness of the world makes people's blood more intense. Jiang Zuo Buyi is always very nostalgic for Hongchen and always very attentive to things in the world.

He never thought that he would one day say goodbye to the red dust, although he knew that he was very immortal, and he also knew that he should not be parasitic on the rolling red dust. On the same day, the master of the Emperor Xiao Lonely Cliff said to him: "You have strange bones, thick fairy roots, although the creation is tricky, God will send you to the world, the four seas are fluttering, the end of the world is wandering, but in the end, you still have to stay away from the world, hidden in the nine heavens, lingering in the sea of clouds." The affairs of the world, the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and the affairs of the common people, you will eventually let go of it, and at that time, it is not that you have seen through and realized it, but that God has decided to take you back. "Shizun once smiled at the rivers and lakes, smiled and asked the country, all his life was rugged, he walked alone in the world, and he dared not compete with it in the sky and the earth, and finally went overseas and did not ask about the world.

Xuanyuan looked at him from afar, Ren Yunying was crisscrossing outside his body, and Ren Dusk was blowing in the sky and sea, but he didn't say a word, and asked, "What is Jiang Lang thinking?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi retracted his gaze, looked at Xuanyuan Wuwu, and then looked at the Shenhuo Xuanying who was standing on the side, and said indifferently: "The affairs here are not bright with Jiang Lang, but Jiang Lang is forced to come out and be nosy, but it is desolate when I think about it. The Divine Fire Xuanying Tribulation has been eliminated, the cause and effect are already doomed, Jiang Lang is only content with wandering in all directions in his life, and it is difficult to carry it, so please ask Xuanyuan Gongzi to take care of this uninvited guest. ”

Hearing the meaning of abandonment between his words, the Divine Fire Xuanying raised its head and let out a wail. Jiang Zuo Buyi stretched out his hand, stroked the neck of the Shenhuo Xuanying, and said: "It's not that Jiang Lang is unwilling to take you, but the rivers and lakes are far away, and the danger is very dangerous, although you have magical powers, it is difficult to display them, and Jiang Lang is used to walking alone, and it is always difficult to take care of you by his side." ”

The Divine Fire Xuanying cooed and chirped twice, and lowered his head again, but gently rubbed the sleeve of Jiang Zuobu's clothes with the wing feathers on one side, as if there were thousands of words, but it was difficult to spit out. Jiang Zuobuyi showed a slight lazy smile on his face, gently patted the neck of the Divine Fire Xuanying, and said: "You were originally an ancient divine bird, how did you suddenly have the status of a mortal child? ”

Xuanyuan looked at Jiang Zuo Buyi, who was extremely gentle, and asked, "Jiang Lang is really in love, but I don't know how many children's love needs to be repaid?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi leisurely stood up straight with a jade tree-like body, looking at the remnant sun that was gradually sinking in the west, the twilight breeze between his clothes came slowly, with a great sense of fluttering, and he smiled and said: "Jiang Lang has never seen things in his life, so he is particularly concerned about the sadness and hatred, even if it is not the same kind, he still has this heart." As for what Prince Xuanyuan asked, Jiang Lang thought about it carefully, as if there was not a lot of love for children in his life. ”

The wings of the Divine Fire Xuanying suddenly flapped, and a long cry was issued from the sky, and the remnant sun was like blood, and a little vermilion light and shadow fell on the wing feathers of the Divine Fire Xuanying, which was actually shining. Jiang Zuo Buyi understood his meaning, and also raised his head to the sky and let out a clear whistle, his body spread, and said: "The twilight is gradually rising, it is very cold here, so let's go to the pavilion to avoid the wind and cold." ”

A man and an eagle quietly flew into the air, and Xuanyuan Wuwu often sighed and left.

When the twilight fades, the pavilion in the sea of clouds ushers in a few sparse stars and a crescent moon. This month used to shine on the ancients, the ancients did not see the present time and the moon, the vicissitudes of the world, in an instant it was already a white cloud and a dog, how many old things were left yesterday, and a few old dreams dissipated tonight.

Mr. Xiao Xiaoran stood on the pavilion, looking at the two people and an eagle looming in the shadow of the clouds. A soft sigh rose behind him, and Qin Zhongweng's vicissitudes of life voice entered his ears: "Mr. Shenbi, is there something that can't be done?"

Mr. Shenbi didn't look back, but he knew that Qin Zhongweng's eyes were staring at him.

Qin Zhongweng saw that Mr. Shenbi did not answer, and said indifferently: "Jiang Zuo Buyi is the leader of the two worlds of immortals and mortals, and it is not difficult to cause some love and resentment, but it is a pity that he has a long heart, although his love is strong, but he is infatuated, and he has a soft spot, and the agreement on the Sansheng Stone will inevitably be fulfilled for a lifetime." ”

Mr. Shenbi finally turned around and stared at Qin Zhongweng, who was also staring at him, as if he wanted to see the thoughts of this old man who had gone through all the vicissitudes of life.

Qin Zhongweng said: "The old man has been away from the red dust for a long time, but he still knows that one of the things in love is the most harmful. Mr. Shenbi has been in the fairyland for a long time, and his practice is profound, so he will naturally not be trapped by love. ”

The distant cry in the air floated in, Jiang Zuo Buyi and Xuanyuan Wuwu led the Divine Fire Xuanying to slowly descend from the sky to the pavilion, at this time the night was deeper, far away, there was a faint night wind blowing the sheng flute.

Qin Zhongweng said with a smile: "Jiang Lang has broken another level, and it is not far from the number of Yang Jiu, tonight the old man should be a cook, so as to settle Jiang Lang's stomach worries." ”

Not far from the pavilion, smoke actually rose, and the laughter of Mei'er and Xin'er flew into my ears.