The fire is burning.

Someone is crying.

The fire in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Dao burned up a whole field of grass, dry bones, char, grass clippings, twisted in the fire, and the ensuing heavy rain in the heart of heaven extinguished the fire.

In the depths of memory, Lianyi, who should have fallen to death, was already weak in his limbs.

Yi Xiao lay on the ground in a daze.

He closed his eyes, his lips were dry, and he felt like all his strength had been drained.

Ten fingers, without even the slightest strength to move, the whole person fell on the blackened grass, countless grass clippings passed with the wind, taking away the temperature of his body, and the wet and sticky blood water flooded his earlobes.

It's cold......

The lotus robe sucked the blood and became heavy.

"Bang. ”

"Bang. ”

"Bang ......"

The sound of the heart beating is getting quieter and smaller.

Yi Xiao tried to clench his palm, but found that it became difficult to clench his palm, not only because of weakness, but because of his two arms, both of which were shrunk in the sleeves of the lotus robe, and the big sleeves that drew water fell wet, wrapping his entire arm.

This is......

Is it that the lotus clothes have become bigger?

No...... It's myself getting smaller.

Yi Xiao was in a trance, he slowly raised a hand, watched the heavy lotus sleeves slowly fall, bare a white and immature little arm, the palm of the little boy in front of him, like a lotus, with his consciousness, gently broke open his five fingers, and gently closed, the gurgling rain flowed down the palm crack, branching out on the arm.

Is this, yourself......

Yi Xiao was a little confused, and there was a soft cry in his ears, like a whimper.

If you listen closely, it's not quite the same.

It was like a soft, melodious, indescribable voice bursting out of the throat.

Whimpering is with sadness and pain.

This voice does have a very faint sadness, but this sadness contains a larger other emotion, such as relief, more like joy.

It was a soft whistle.

The rain hit the ground, dripping, and the whistle with a mournful meaning gently smashed down in the waves, splashing ripples.

Someone took ten gentle fingers and gently grabbed Yi Xiao's scalp, gently grabbed a few strands of long hair, as if tickling, wrapped the black hair around his fingertips, gently touched the scalp, and pressed it.

It's like the soul being gently caressed.

The soul of the little highness, which was originally restless, slowly regained its calm at this moment in the depths of the soul sea that was almost about to collapse.

The woman gently put her hands under the armpits of the young man in lotus clothes, lifted him up, and leaned on her lap.

It was a face that could not be described in words.

The wildfire had burned, the rain was heavy, her hair was moist, the corners of her lips were smiling, and she sat on the charred and damp grass, her white clothes stained with some gray stains.

She was laughing.

The boy was crying.

On the handsome young man's face, the tears had already been shattered.

Murong stretched out a hand, gently wiped his five fingers on the young man's cheek, took the trouble to wipe his tears for him, and said in a gentle voice: "You, you, why are you crying." ”

His Royal Highness's choked voice was even more difficult, and he buried his head violently, wrapping his hands around the waist of the woman in white, feeling the faint warmth in the heavy rain, and never wanting to let go.

Murong lowered his eyebrows, gently patted the young man's back, and said gently: "Don't cry, don't cry, mother...... With you. ”

Heavy rain howls and thunder appears.

Someone cried hoarsely.

Finally, the young man who leaned his head on the shoulder of the woman in white carefully pulled a corner of the white robe, for fear that the whole woman would be shattered with the dream as if she had dreamed countless times.

He whispered softly.

"Mother......

Murong snorted in a very soft voice.

There was a long pause.

She said softly, "I'm here." ”

The young man in lotus clothes sniffed, burst into laughter, and muttered, "The voice is so good." ”

Murong smiled lowly, she stretched out a hand and gently patted the back of the young man's head, kissing him gently in the ear.

Yi Xiao suddenly said, "Mother...... Is this a dream?"

Murong just smiled and didn't answer.

Yi Xiao asked a little nervously: "If it's a dream, can you let me stay longer, I want to ...... with my mother." Stay a little longer. ”

"Okay. The woman in white hugged Yi Xiao tighter, her breathing was long and weak, sounding a little weak, but her voice was still good: "I also want to see more of my son, he was born really good-looking......"

Murong smiled again.

She said softly: "But time doesn't allow, my mother wants to show you something." ”

His Royal Highness Lotus Yi, who was sitting on Murong's lap, was a little confused, and was gently picked up by the woman in white, holding his hand, after Murong stood up, there were two phantom shadows of a dragon and a snake emerged, rising and falling from heaven and earth, and the heavy rain was shielded out.

The tip of her eyebrows was slightly raised, sword qi and murderous aura coexisted, and when she looked around, she didn't exert much force, and the invisible qi machine gently swung away.

Raindrops slowly stagnate.

His Royal Highness was a little sluggish, he had seen such a scene, whether it was the Maharaja or the First Generation, it seemed that he had touched the realm of being able to manipulate time.

Murong seemed to know what Yi Xiao was thinking, and said softly, "I am far from reaching this realm, this is your soul sea...... And I, when I gave you the appearance of the dragon and snake, left a human soul. ”

She paused slightly, took a deep look at His Royal Highness, and said, "People have three souls, my heavenly soul...... He should be imprisoned in the Moon Reflecting Devil's territory. ”

After Yi Xiao heard the five words "Moon Reflecting Little Demon Realm", she suddenly raised her head, and her mind was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and a scene flashed by, deeply engraved in her pupils.

It is the green frost at the head of Luoyang City, as well as the wind and snow in front of the Tianshu Building.

That wisp of remnant soul.

In the palm of the City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City, there was also a soul of Murong.

Is it a heavenly soul?

Murong touched Yi Xiao's head and said softly, "Do you know when a person is the real death?"

"The heart is not beating, this is not really death. ”

"When you get the purple box, enter this coffin, open the last door, your heart stops beating. ”

The woman in white said softly: "If I guessed correctly, there will be many people in Lanling City who will attend your funeral, including that fool, your eldest brother, and many other people you care about, as well as ...... who care about you."

"To those outside the coffin, you are dead. ”

"But real death, that's not the case. ”

"The real death is when your heart no longer beats, and people turn into dust, and your funeral is long gone, and your friends, lovers, they are all gone with the wind, and the tombstone is rotting and shattered, until the handwriting carved on it is unreadable. ”

"In this world, no one remembers you anymore. ”

"All traces of what have come are dead, and you are truly and utterly dead. ”

Murong said softly, "You...... Is there anyone you care about?"

Yi Xiao, who was standing on the wild grass, was stunned and didn't know what to say.

He didn't notice that after the woman in white stood up, the phantom of the dragon snake silently and solemnly entrenched the entire sky, invisibly bearing the pressure of the outside world, and every drop of rain that fell on the earth was strangled by the sword qi in mid-air, and then evaporated.

Until the whole rain curtain turned into nothingness.

Yi Xiao just quietly thought about Murong's words.

You...... Is there anyone you care about?

People who care.

Yi Xiao looked at her mother and wanted to say that of course there is, and there are many of them, Lao Duan, Lao Miao, and Hongyi, who accompanied her on the way north......

Those people are proud friends, even if they really die one day, they will remember their names and work hard to live for themselves.

However, it was not the turn of the day.

Yi Xiao pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Many people who care about themselves, people they care about, have left.

And won't be coming back.

"Life is like this, not everyone can be lucky enough to 'start over'. ”

Murong said softly: "Do it and cherish it." ”

The woman in white squatted down, put her forehead on her forehead, and said with a gentle smile: "Even if you have nothing, you still have me." ”

Murong closed his eyes, and countless vitality moved with it.

The human soul she left behind, the murderous aura was suddenly revealed, the dragon snake roared in a low voice, the spine was raised, and the sky was propped up, the memory of the first year of the Spring and Autumn Dao, the entire deep soul sea, were slightly propped up, the land sank, and the sea reacted.

Yi Xiao covered her forehead in pain, and Murong Rong, who stood up again, raised her eyebrows, hugged Yi Xiao into her arms, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, my mother is here." ”

Between heaven and earth, there are countless dotted lines.

Each one is the most simple and primitive rule, pulling this sea of souls.

She looked down at the little highness trembling in her arms, and smiled softly: "Outside, there are still people waiting for you, right?"

Yi Xiao didn't know how to answer, he shook his head bitterly.

But there are scenes after scenes in my mind, accompanied by the tearing of the soul sea, constantly emerging-

In the city of Lanling, he was dressed in Xiao Bu with a plain face and a white face.

Lao She Teahouse, Mr. Qi Shu who is depressed and reluctant to put pen to paper.

Under the Great Banyan Temple, the bluestone monk who mourns deeply and closes the door all day long.

And......

On the snowy fields of the Western Regions, Wei Lingxian, who was constantly looking for clues and was always reluctant to leave.

There are still many people waiting for themselves.

Those people are the reason for their own life, and they are also the motivation for their own life.

The pitch-black coffin accompanied Jian Zongming in the ghost gate, avoiding the curse of the world, but after leaving the ghost gate, countless causes and effects, rules, still followed here.

Those who have the appearance of heaven are favored by heaven and earth.

If the celestial phase is deprived, is this person still qualified to live?

Heaven has to take care of this matter.

Murong also has to take care of this matter.

The woman in white raised her eyebrows and looked at the sky.

"Lanling City will hold a funeral for you, but the Holy Island will not. ”

Murong smiled and said, "Because the Holy Island knows very well that with me, you won't die." ”

Outside the coffin, there was a sword riot, screaming.

In the first year of spring and autumn, the wind rose.

Heavenly cause and effect.

A sword down.

The woman raised her head and stared at the sky with great seriousness, and said slowly: "Sword, come!"

......

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(PS: I can't ask for a scene in front of me, just because the word sword is on the top, please allow me to use it at the end of this paragraph...... Because it's really suitable, please don't spray me, the paragraph where the Daxueping Sword came is very classic, but I didn't think of these when I wrote a paragraph, I just went with nature, I didn't want to hold back, and I didn't want to change words around the road. In my heart, there really is no more domineering and more appropriate than these two words. ）