The sea of bitterness is vast, but it is no longer what it used to be. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Kill the ambergris and collect the ghost coffin.

Amu stood on the sea of bitterness and looked into the distance, his gaze was far and deep. Sanssouci Fairy Island no longer exists. At this time, even though only half of the sea water is left, it is still a vast expanse.

The islands were shattered and sunk, making the bitter sea even more vast and empty.

Amu and Shen Yan were juxtaposed in the void of the Sea of Bitterness, and the black birds and crows temporarily left Amu's shoulders and fluttered. The fisherman looked at the sea where Sanssouci Island had existed, and his face was full of tears.

Thousands of years of protection, but still not to keep the promised land.

Ahhhh

Above the bitter sea, black birds chirp, and big waves echo.

At that moment, there was a kind of loneliness and loneliness for eternity. The inheritance of the ancient stream of the Paradise for thousands of years has been wiped out in this way, which makes people sigh endlessly.

The ambergris is dead, or it can be hated.

But is it true that the Promised Land is completely buried at the hands of ambergris? Perhaps, there should be a different answer.

Amu and Shen Yan, even black birds and fishermen, they can see a lonely island thousands of miles away.

Worry-free destruction, ten thousand islands into smoke. However, only that isolated island was unharmed. Now, alone on the sea of suffering, like a canoe that does not move.

Amu and the fisherman both know that the name of that island is called Limeng.

From the dream island, the catastrophe remains.

Yun San wore a green skirt and crossed his knees under the bamboo building. The ambergris broke out of the seal, and the clouds scattered only opened their eyes and looked at them faintly, and then closed their eyes again.

After that, Yun Sansan never opened his eyes again.

Above the sea of suffering, the fight is monstrous. The breath of ambergris soared into the sky. Le Zheng Yunyu, the Tao is extinguished. Worry-free fairy island, turned into green smoke.

All of this didn't make Yun San's expression change in the slightest.

Everything in the Promised Land has long been cut off when the clouds are gone.

If there is no thought in the heart, how can you be moved?

The Promised Land was born because of me, and it was because of me. That's what Yunsan thinks in his heart. Let go, everything can be indifferent.

Even, when the ambergris held high the long knife and the fisherman's life hung by a thread, Yunsan's heart was like water, and the waves were not alarmed. None of this matters to Yunsan.

Only when Amu appeared, Yun San's eyebrows frowned tightly, just like her fairy heart that others saw but contracted tightly.

However, Yun San still did not open his eyes.

Away from Dream Island, the tide is loud and low.

Thousands of miles away, the blood mist and gunsmoke on the bitter sea gradually dissipated.

Amu and Shen Yan stood side by side. Amu's eyes have already reflected the dream island. Shen Yan had a supreme ghost face on his face, and no one could see Shen Yan's expression.

The crow landed on Amu's shoulder again, no longer chirping. The fisherboy withdrew his gaze and looked at Amu.

For a while, there was some quiet. Everyone seems to be waiting for something.

"Immortal Venerable-" The fisherman looked at Limeng Island, and stopped talking.

"Wang Han, let's go to that small island and have a look! That small island, let's call it Limeng!" Shen Yan sighed faintly, "She said, if you can still remember her in the future, remember those two hundred years, then come to Limeng Island to find her." Otherwise, it doesn't have to be. From then on, she no longer asked about the affairs of the Three Realms—"

"If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have sat idly by and watched the Promised Land be destroyed. Her heart is dead!"

Shen Yan is a woman, and she understands a woman's mind better. She knew that Amu was all of Yunsan, even far better than the carefree paradise created by Yunsan's own hands.

Amu looked at the distant green shadow, but shook his head gently. From Dream Island, there are thousands of memories. The dream is not far away, but it is endlessly far away.

Amu's gaze, no one can understand.

"Wang Han, don't you remember those two hundred years?" asked Shen Yan.

Amu didn't answer.

"Shen Yan, let's go! Go to the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms. ”

Shen Yan seemed to be slightly stunned, but he didn't say anything, only followed Amu.

"Immortal Venerable—"

However, the fisherman suddenly stopped Amu's way and called.

Amu stopped, looked at the fisherman, and said with a light smile: "Fisherman, I said that I am not the sea! Now, there is no more paradise, so you can go to Limeng Island! Buddha fisherman, you can completely restore your true nature." ”

"Isn't Xianzun going to the island?" The fisherman didn't listen to Amu at all.

"Hmm!" Amu nodded. He is not entangled with the fisherman on the question of whether it is Canghai Immortal Venerable.

"The Holy Venerable will not let it!" said the fisherman with his head bowed and aggrieved, "The Holy Venerable said that no matter what the situation, no one can take half a step from the dream. Otherwise, there will be no forgiveness! including the owner of the island. Unless—"

"Unless what?" Amu smiled.

"Unless that person is...... Amu!" said the fisherman.

Who is not the ...... That's right! That's what Yun Scattered said. However, Amu did not go to the island.

Listening to the fisherman's words, Amu's expression stiffened, and his body shook slightly.

At that moment, Amu felt a faint pain in his heart.

He finally understood the song that the snow shadow had sung for an unknown number of thousands of years--looking forward to it, meeting for thousands of years; my heart returned, asking where you are?

It was a woman, endless anticipation, endless waiting.

"Wang Han, let's go to the island!" Shen Yan said again. It was a sincere cry of hope.

"Ahh It probably knew the woman in green better, because she couldn't even be a bird.

"Fisherman, you said I let you go to the island. She will never kill you!" Amu said to the fisherman, but he did not respond to Shen Yan and Crow's words at all.

"Xianzun, just go to the island and take a look!" Xianzun ......" The fisherman knelt directly on the bitter sea, begging bitterly.

Amu smiled bitterly, but shook his head again.

"I'm not the sea!" Amu repeated as he looked at Limeng Island.

"Whoever you are, please go up to the island and have a look!" the fisherman had tears in his eyes.

Amu retracted his gaze, looked at the fisherman's eyes flashed with sadness, and said slowly, "Fisherman, cause and effect have already changed! Maybe, one day I will go to the island, but not now!"

After that, Amu didn't say much, but just took a deep look at Limeng Island.

"Yun San, I have a lot of responsibility for you, how can I bear it again? One day, you will come to you when you wait!"

"Let's go!" Amu pulled Shen Yan.

"Immortal Venerable-" Amu didn't respond.

Amu's heart moved, and he disappeared on the sea of bitterness with Shen Yan and Crow. On the vast sea of suffering, only a remnant of the domain gate was left rippling.

"Immortal Venerable...... Immortal Venerable ...... Why are you ...... so bad?"

"Why?" the fisherman ......knelt on the bitter sea, crying silently.

Heaven and earth are vast, what is the love of the world? There are many things and many feelings, and the fisherman may really not understand.

The crying and the sound of the waves gradually subsided.

After a while, I saw the fisherman turn around and look solemn at the place where he left Dream Island, and bowed three times and nine times.

"Holy Venerable, the child will always remember the teachings! From then on, he wandered the Three Realms. If something happens, the Holy Venerable will not give up even if he dies! Boy, farewell!"

At that moment, the fisherman seemed to have really grown up a lot.

Step by step, the fisherman went straight to the depths of the bitter sea. It's just that its appearance changes step by step, the body of a fisherboy gradually changes the appearance of a fisherman.

"Heaven and earth walk with floating clouds, and the great rivers pass with time. The sentient beings of the six realms are here, envying me to fight fishermen. "The fisherman's song is coming back, but the song is still heroic, but it is closer to desolation.

The sun is setting in the west, and the sky is slightly cloudy.

Hongling disappeared, the Buddha's light disappeared, and the fisherman completely turned into a fisherman. Wearing a hat on his head, holding a fishing rod, carrying a fishing basket on his back, and holding his trouser legs. At that moment, the time that seemed to have never flowed on the fisherman was gone.

People go to the sea and the sky.

Yun Sansan finally opened his eyes slowly. It's just that there are tears in Miao's eyes. The sea breeze blows her long hair and blows her green dress.

"You're not Canghai, hehe!" Yun San shook his head with a wry smile, "Am I the green soul?" Amu, why are you deceiving?"

"No one understands the ambition of thousands of years!"

At that moment, Yun San's hands were lightly divided, and the guqin had already appeared in his arms.

The sound of the piano is ethereal and lonely, echoing through the ages.

"Jun Moyu, listen to me stroke the qin! What is false? What is true? Life and death for eternity, the bitter sea and the moon wheel, can take care of the concubine's heart. In the six dreams, my soul accompanies the soul of the king. Don't ask how much love you have in your previous life, I just hope that you will have no hatred in this life!"

"A song in the sea, I can't ask for it. From Dream Island, break the red dust-"

The sound of the piano is melodious, and the singing voice is faint. Dream self-complaining, fluttering.

"Amu-"

"The sea—"

"May the roulette wheel be complete, may you shatter the time of the Three Realms—" Yun San smiled sadly and said nothing.

In the vast sea of suffering, there is only a dream. The sea is full of waves, but the noise is not heard.

The Three Realms! Divine Continent, Shura, Immeasurable. Who painted this world, and who drew me and you? Who made us cry and surprise us?

Seemingly, no one has an answer.

Love and meet, get together and separate, everything is on the long road.

Amu, will you come again?

Top of the Phoenix.

Xingchen looked at the green soul stupidly and asked, "Xuantian, is that really the sea?"

Xuantian shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I don't know!

The story in time can only be handed over to time.

The situation of the sea is always a mystery.