Time is long, I don't know the cold and heat. The seasons change.

The peaches of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain are ripe one after another, and eight hundred peach trees have been lost, turning into a ten-mile peach forest, and Daoyuan and Bai Ze are gone, like a dragon entering the sea, and there is no news.

A crystal clear knot was held in his hand, Yang Sanyang's eyes were solemn, and there was a touch of seriousness in his eyes.

The knot is changing, and every day a small knot is knotted, until the thirty days are full, and after the full moon, it becomes a large knot, and thirty small knots turn into a month's knot, and then at the end of the year, the twelve large knots are combined again to form a larger knot.

At the end of the hundred years, the knot returned to the original and merged into one, turning into a golden knot, and ten hundred years returned to the basics, turning into a transparent crystal thousand-year-old knot, and a rune was born in the knot, a fickle law rune.

Counting the knots in his hand, it has been more than 1,500 years since he left the tribe.

Yang Sanyang sat on the top of the mountain alone, sensing the direction of the Baolian lantern, facing the east where the tribe was located, sitting on the bluestone silently.

In the darkness, an intermittent, choked cry came, and the old voice seemed to cross time and space and reach his ears.

The endless thoughts, the indescribable sentimentality and despair, kept echoing in his ears.

"Yay!" Yang Sanyang closed his eyes, as if he heard a heart-rending cry from the wind, full of desperate wails.

Primitive ancestral tribes

Ye Pan sat in the hut with a calm face and cooked fish soup, the flame in the stove was blazing, and the fish soup exuded an attractive fragrance, Ye Pan sat in front of the fire, staring blankly at the fire, and after a while walked to the path by the pond not far away, and sat on the bluestone and looked into the distance.

Back then, Pan walked from this path!

Fifteen hundred years later, the path is still the same, but it has been weathered and mottled.

"The path must be cleaned every day, and it must not be taught to grow grass, otherwise if he comes back, he will not know the way, and I ......will miss it," Yamdimu sat in front of the dock for a while, and then began to tidy up the path and remove the weeds.

"Who am I waiting for, why am I waiting for him?" Ye cleaned up the path, walked slowly into the house alone, and then looked at the fish soup in the fire in a daze:

"Why do I want to cook fish soup? I'm tired of drinking 1,500 years of fish soup, but why do I still cook fish soup?"

Ye's eyes were full of puzzlement, revealing a touch of thought and contemplation, and after a long time, he said: "Oh, come to think of it, I seem to be waiting for someone, waiting for a person named 'Pan' to come back, why should I wait for him?"

Since Yang Sanyang left, the human race has passed 1,500 years, lost the restraint of the demon beast, the gods are useless, the human tribe is divided, and the vast human tribe is divided in an instant.

Thatched huts

Yaye sat quietly in the hut, with a quietly burning lamp hanging in front of him, Yaye was still the same, but his eyes began to cloud.

On the walls of the hut, ropes were hung counting the day, and the cold north wind blew, which made it even more pathetic.

After pondering for a long time, from the three poles of the sun until the sun set in the west, Ya woke up from his contemplation:

"I think I remembered!"

"Fifteen hundred years have come, and you have broken the appointment! But I don't blame you!" Ye spread out the gossip map in his hand, staring at the gossip in front of him with cloudy eyes, and the whole person was silent: "The dragon is trapped in shallow water, you made a mistake back then! After all, you haven't learned the divine script, how easy is it to want to live forever?"

"It's just that I'm unwilling! Fifteen hundred years of separation, you and I are on different sides! I'm not reconciled! You are the leader of my human race, the founder and riser of my human civilization, and you are the one who leads the tribesmen to prosperity, how can you fail! How can you fail!" The two lines of blood and tears slowly slipped down, and Ye was already silent: "I miss you day and night, and I miss you all the time, but you didn't come back after all! You didn't come back after all! I was unwilling! I really didn't want to!" Ye was sobbing, and his voice was already silent: " It doesn't matter if I'm dead, but my only regret is that I can't see you before I die!"

"Do you know that the female leader died three hundred years ago, Yong died five hundred years ago, yes living alone in this strange world, yes so lonely! yes miss you so much!"

"Fifteen hundred years of waiting, yes, I'm so tired! I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to your return, and I can't stew fish soup for you anymore!"

The wind whipped up, blowing away the thoughts and dissipating the words.

"Yes knows your difficulties, yes don't blame you for breaking the appointment, I just wish you peace and security, and this life can be as you wish, embarking on the road to eternal life. Ye is willing to turn into a piece of dust, accompany you, day and night will not be separated from you!" Ye slowly stood up, looked at the Baolian lantern in front of him, and stretched out his hand to caress the lines of the Baolian lantern, as if across time and space, across thousands of mountains and rivers, touched that familiar face.

"Yay has forgotten what you look like! Yaye has forgotten your voice, forgotten your look, forgotten your smell, I only remember that I was waiting for someone, waiting for someone I had to wait for, as for why Yaye was waiting for him, yes himself didn't know!" Yaye was crying, and the tears in his eyes turned into red blood and dripped on the wick of the Baolian lamp.

"I just remember that I was waiting for someone, and he said that he must see me in 1,500 years, and he insisted that I wait for him to come back!"

"But Yah's body is getting weaker and weaker, yes knows that the end is coming, if you have a spirit, hear my call in the dark, don't forget the covenant between you and me!" Yaye's eyes were already stained with blood and tears: "When will you come back!

"Yay's memory is getting worse and worse, yes often forgets you! yes so scared! If one day I forget you, what should I do? The picture in my memory is getting blurred and blurred, yes knows that my life is short, yes is not afraid of death, but yes is afraid of forgetting you!"

"Ye is unwilling! Ye is really unwilling!" Ye held the Baolian lamp in his hand, and he was muttering to himself, constantly carving a paragraph of words on the wall of the room: "Ye wants to engrave everything about you in the house, so that when you wake up tomorrow morning, you will not forget you!"

"Why haven't you come back yet?"

"Why haven't you come back yet!"

"yes miss you so much, yes really miss you!"

"The female leader is dead, yes so scared!"

"Pan, I'm afraid I'll never see you again!"

Shocking words were engraved in the room and carved all over the walls.

As the sun set and the fire went out, yes climbed into bed with tears streaming down his face, wrapping the familiar bear skin: "Your taste is gradually fading away, your voice and smile are gradually fading, yes, I'm afraid I won't see you again!"

"This skin was left by you, but it can't stand the ravages of time, and it has become decaying and has begun to age......," Yay muttered to himself in his sleep.

The fish soup froze in the fire, the cold swept the earth, and the Baolian lamp flickered with blood light, constantly fluctuating.

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, in front of the cliff

A gust of cold wind blew, and Yang Sanyang woke up in a trance, as if there was a smiling face in the hazy starry sky blooming at his family.

"Bang!"

Yang Sanyang sat up in shock, looked at the bright starry sky, the bright moon, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and exclaim: "yes!!"

The voice was terrible, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his chest, and Yang Sanyang fell to the ground.

The gossip map in his hand was running, Yang Sanyang's face was desperate, tears rolled down his eyes, and the soil under his feet was wet: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for you! I'm just a bastard, I should have brought you with me back then! I shouldn't treat you as a burden and abandon you alone in the tribe." ”

"I'm a bastard! I'm a bastard!" Yang Sanyang looked up to the sky and cried out, and the rolling sound waves broke the silence of the night sky.

Only when you lose will you know how to cherish it!

Eighteen hundred years of depression, accompanied by the oath of 1,58 years, finally crushed his mind and defeated his heart, Yang Sanyang sat on the cliff at this time and wept bitterly.

He wants to go back, but he has never learned supernatural powers, how can he cross the distant wilderness?

As for pleading with the Patriarch, the Patriarch has not shown up for five hundred years, and the Patriarch is a high god, so how can he go for him, a little monkey?

"Bai Ze!Bai Ze!Where are you dead!I want to go back!I want to go back!I want to go back!I want to go back!" Yang Sanyang exclaimed sadly, provoking the monks of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain to look sideways.

Although Yang Sanyang disturbed everyone's practice, he did not come out to accuse, but showed a look of surprise on his face:

"That little monkey has always been optimistic, jumping up and down all day and rejoicing all day long, what can make him so pessimistic? So sobbing, I can't help but cry for it, how desperate is this?"

Dao Xing didn't know when he came to the cliff, and looked at the figure crying in the wind under the moonlight, with a solemn look in his eyes: "What happened?"

Fifteen hundred years, the relationship between the two is not bad, in this Lingtai Fangcun Mountain belongs to the category of being bullied, and it is also difficult to be a brother, at this time, seeing that the little monkey is so sad, I can't help but worry about it.

"I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for you!" Yang Sanyang threw himself on the bluestone and cried bitterly, his eyes rolling bloody tears kept slipping: "It's hard to live forever!

"Little monkey, don't cry, I don't feel good when you cry like this!" Dao Xing stepped forward, came to Yang Sanyang's side, and gently stroked Yang Sanyang's shoulder.

Creeping and crying, tears flowed down his face, and Yang Sanyang couldn't sobble.

The people who were closest to him were finally gone! In the midst of this great wilderness, the people who were closest to him left him. In the future, I will be alone, and I will have no relatives or friends.

"I have a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs! I have a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs! How can I abandon you and stay alone in the Great Wilderness and the tribe! How can I treat you as a burden?" Yang Sanyang kept hammering his head: "I am a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs! I am a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs!"

PS: Don't worry, everyone, you'll be able to practice soon. Cultivation has always been about seeking life in death, and the Daomen has a realm of the living dead called "Seven Days Pass".