The big tree next to the fox corpse was split into a big hole by the little half-fairy, and the little half-fairy put the fox corpse into the tree hole.

The little half-fairy sighed, gasped, and took one last look into the black hole,

Then the little half-immortal covered up the hole in the tree with dead branches, which was also a simple grave.

Thousands of years of practice, monstrous mana, are under this thunder explosion, turned into a pile of broken soil, there is a new mountain here in the coming year, the mountain grows green grass, people come and go to walk, as a new road, who knows that in the valley, in the tree hole, there was a fox, poured out the romance, the world.

Just like the moment the fireworks are extinguished, the wings tremble slightly, and the stars fall a little bit, and the next moment, there is no trace, willing to burn into ashes, unwilling to rot in the mud field, but even if the incense disappears, the bloom has dignity.

The little half-immortal didn't dare to say that his heart was cold when he saw through the red dust, and the red dust was originally turbid and wandering.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, this is the law of nature.

The little half-fairy looked at the flowers scattered in the dust, was there the one that the master gave me back then?

The one sent by the master will also be scattered into mud and dust, buried in the dust of the years?

The thoughts of the little half-immortal will always wander in the picture of memory, the dust and smoke are misty, and how many past events are like smoke and fog.

When looking back, that familiar figure can no longer truly fall into the eyes of the little half-fairy, and the sweetness and happiness of the past are like a pinch of light sand, quietly passing away between the fingers.

In the world of life, suddenly like a traveler. Only then did the little half-immortal realize that it was just a grain of dust and sand left in the vast sea of the world, small and fragile, and silent.

The hasty and short life is lived satisfactorily, perhaps because of everyone's mood and pursuit.

The little half-fairy doesn't know how much courage and determination he needs to go from the misty morning dawn to the dusk and moonlit night, and from a young boy to the twilight of life.

Xiao Banxian recalled the past like smoke, and at this time felt that all kinds of pictures in the past that were ordinary at the time have become more and more precious now, but this expectation is not able to keep her looking back.

On Hongchen Mo, how many gatherings and dispersions? Where does the silent mind go? Little Half-Immortal doesn't know who planted the acacia by mistake, and who made the parting song by mistake?

The little half-immortal looked at a handful of loess and a wisp of incense, and it was the most appropriate destination to sleep so long.

Yucheng Shengge, has changed into a green shirt for the distant sun, the falling English are flying, and the remaining tenderness is still looking at and reminiscing.

Maybe after winter, still waiting for her to turn around and look back.

The ups and downs of the lights on the other side, shrouded in earthly smoke and dust, as the autumn faded away, the little half-immortal also knew that he could not wait for the reincarnation of fate.

The heartfelt events in the spring flowers and autumn months have long been scattered with the change of seasons into the past that cannot be returned, and they have been turned into vicissitudes with the passage of time.

When the fate is scattered, the dust will eventually return to dust, and the earth will return to the earth!

When the prosperity falls, the flowers will not be flowers, and the fog will not be fog!

In the changing life, the years are the biggest thief.

Because it can steal all the joys and sorrows, the youth...... It takes things out of the air and never returns empty-handed.

Over the years, it is easy to stick fine lines on the corners of the eyes and eyebrows of the little half-fairy, and erase happiness and sorrow from your heart...... It is quiet and dominates all things.

Over the years, it has seen through the joys and sorrows of the world, crushed love, crushed into ashes, buried deep in the red dust, and buried you and me together.

The little half-fairy let out a sigh of relief, as if she had been freed from some shackles, tired and relaxed, sooner or later she would have to face such an ending, and she was also steady.

There is nothing more terrible in this world than time, because with it comes old age and death.

No matter how beautiful his face is, no matter how good the time, no matter how beautiful the emotion is, he can't keep it, and it will disappear without a trace.

These things are incomprehensible and unacceptable to the little half-immortal, and those great characters, no matter how great they are, will all be extinguished in the moment of invisibility.

Maybe in the end, dust will return to dust, and dust will return to earth, and it will not make much difference how you spend it.

Hongchen can see through but ups and downs, life can see through but impermanence, and love can see through but gather and disperse.

The prosperity is gone, the floating dust is secretly thought, and the tranquility can be relieved.

Sometimes it's better to be silent, to pretend you don't know anything.

Silence comes, silence leaves.

This is the beginning and end of life, a little bleak, a little sad.

For red dust, for time, all life is just like dust, only a moment of passing years.

It comes like a breeze, and it goes like morning dew, just an instant ethereal.

What about immortality?

In the end, I will be alone in the ups and downs of the world, witnessing the old age, peace, relatives and friends turning into loess one by one, and sending them to the end, only I am immortal.

Maybe that's why those immortals chose to leave here, after endless years, maybe the immortals finally died of old age in a foreign land, with the glory of the past, but also with endless gloom.

Maybe the little half-immortal will one day become an immortal and fly away, but the immortal clouds rise, and the road to immortality looks back on the battle of eternity.

The sword is angry, and the blood-stained rivers and mountains.

The sorrow of all beings.

Earthly chaos and war.

The chaos of eternity, the lament of the last days.

Mountains and rivers like blood, who can save them?

Maybe he didn't know that when he came back again, he didn't know how many years later, things had long been wrong, the weeds had withered and prospered, and how many people had died of old age, and the dust had returned to dust.

The great river is diverted, the giant lake dries up, the world rises and falls, the years change, and the dynasty will have a day of old age.

If one day, all the old people in the world, including the enemy, have grown old and buried in the loess, and he is the only one who lives forever, even if he knows the past and the present and the future, it is probably a kind of sadness, and the world is vast, and there is no one who knows each other again.

At the end of the strange road, sprinkled with a handful of bleak and white ashes, how many light human feelings can keep the regret of being buried thickly.

And in this world, between life and death, how many bitter souls with uncold bones have escaped into the emptiness, but they can no longer find a trace of remembrance in the world?

All the people in this world will eventually return to dust, and since you are alive now, then continue to live well.

Walking through the pine forest, which was so silent that you could hear the sound of ice dripping water, in a hollow of a tree slightly higher up in a valley, there was a charred fox corpse, and the tomb looked very cold.

After doing all this, the little half-immortal took the Futu Sword back into his bloodline.

Taking out a transmission note, Little Half-Fairy asked, "Fluttershy, where are you?"

The transmission note immediately responded: "Boss, I'm still in the Wang's Mansion, how are you?"

"I'll be right back when it's done. ”

Back in the Wang's Mansion, the lust in the mansion finally dissipated, and the little half-immortal found Mo Liunian in the flower hall.

The Lin family was weeping for her dead husband, and Mo Liunian comforted her while looking outside the door, when will the little half-fairy come back.

When he really saw that familiar figure appear outside the door, Mo Liunian's face turned red, but then he frowned and walked quickly to Xiao Banxian's side: "Boss, are you injured?"

Xiao Banxian's face is as white as paper now, and he can't hide it if he wants to, and when Lin Shi heard this, he immediately stood up, wiped his tears and asked, "Mr. is injured?"

The little half-immortal waved his hand: "A little injury, it's okay, have you finished the explanation?"

Mo Liunian's eyes avoided, and he lightly 'um'.

Lin said: "Ah Biao has already brought the pair of adulterers back to the Yamen. ”

Everyone will bear the corresponding consequences when doing things, although people are not killed by them, but they are inseparable from them, he is only responsible for the affairs of demons and monsters, and people's affairs have their own officials from the yamen of the world.

The little half-immortal said to Mo Liunian: "Since this is the case, let's leave first." ”

Lin said: "In terms of remuneration, the old woman will send someone to give it the amount. ”

The little half-fairy nodded: "Madame's day condolences." ”

Lin sighed heavily: "If it weren't for the old man's greed for women, there would not be today's catastrophe, the old woman will ask the rest of the concubines, and if they want to leave, they will be properly accommodated." ”