Thirty-five years of Willow Town, August. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the old mansion of the Wang family, there is a staggered mix of ideas and laughter. The three families of Amu, Lishui, and Xuexiong, as well as several prestige elders in the town, gathered at the Wang family.

Because, this day is the day when Liu Xiang and Wang Xue are officially engaged.

Everyone was happy. Amu, Shen Yan, and Wang Qing all changed into new clothes, and their faces were full of joy. Wang Xue wore a white dress and snuggled up to her mother, with a touch of shyness on her face.

Liu Xiang is tall, handsome, and talented. He looked at Wang Xue from time to time, and his eyes were full of admiration and pity.

The rest of the people drank heartily and talked loudly.

The wedding date is set for the fourth day of October of the following year. This is the day when the old people in the town watch. It is said that that day is an auspicious day for the zodiac, and everything is auspicious.

On this day, Amu was more satisfied. Because, then there is more than a year left. Marrying a daughter, being a father is really reluctant, and it can be pushed for two days is two days.

This engagement banquet lasted more than two hours.

Amu ended up getting drunk. It was the most drunken Amu in so many years.

Sending off all the guests, Shen Yan took care of Amu alone. Shen Yan took the towel and carefully wiped Amu's cheeks.

Today's Amu has wrinkles on his face. Sideburns, completely gray. Thirty-five years after Liuzhen, Amu has long since lost his youthful appearance.

"Wang Han, you're really old!" Shen Yan whispered to himself, with a gentle smile on his face. Wang Han, this is a title that only belongs to Shen Yan.

Wang Xue and Wang Qing didn't know that their father had such a name. Shen Yan's hand gently brushed Amu's face.

Since Wang Xue and Wang Qing were born, Amu has hardly fainted again. The body is okay, and headaches are rarely repeated.

However, Shen Yan especially cherishes every day with Amu. Because, she didn't know what would happen to Amu. This fear of the unknown made Shen Yan not think much about anything.

Guarding Amu, everything is fine.

"Old man!" At this time, Shen Yan smiled heartily, "I will guard you for the rest of my life." "Actually, if you look closely at Shen Yan's green silk, there are also white hairs.

No one knows if it's magic or time.

In the end, Shen Yan buried his head under Amu's shoulder, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep unconsciously.

On a summer night, the stars are shining. In the sea of stars in Tianzhou, everything seems to be reflected in Amu and Shen Yan.

The blue and white light is still crossed above the heavens.

"Xing Fei, are mortals really okay?" the Blue Devil asked suddenly.

"Oh?" Xing Fei looked at the Blue Devil and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, "What's the matter?

"I have never been a mortal, but you are a reincarnation, and I don't know how many lives have been reincarnated. For the sake of mortals, you should know the joy of it, right?" the Blue Devil smiled faintly.

"It's okay!" Xing Fei's eyes fell into a kind of reminiscence, "Actually, there is no difference between mortals and immortals. You see, although Shen Yan and Amu are mortals, they don't know how much happier they are than when they were immortals. ”

"It's been more than a hundred years!" the Blue Devil's gaze was outward, deep and boundless.

Star Overseas is the real Tianzhou world. And Liuzhen, Baizhuang, and Qingzhuang are just a paradise in Wang Jue's heaven and earth forbidden.

Outside the great ban of heaven and earth, a hundred years have already passed.

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Sea famine.

The former site of the North Cold, Tianzang Peak.

The purple-clothed red horse is just below the foot of the mountain. Tianzang Peak is a forbidden place in the northern cold. However, Han Bingyi chose to practice here for hundreds of years.

Because, Han Bingyi knows that this is a boundary gate. She practiced hard just so that one day, she would be qualified to take another look at the person she was infatuated with.

That obsession has never changed.

Even if you are a light, I will not stop chasing. And a hundred years of suddenness, for Han Bingyi, who had been kneeling outside the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms for a hundred years, was not time at all.

Wait! That purple coat is different from Shen Yan.

The Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.

Leng Yu stood alone on the top of the sea of clouds, looking at the rope bridge moat stupidly. No one knows how many times Leng Yu has stood here for tens of thousands of years. How long is it each time, but it is definitely a time in years.

Changtian, flying snow, and cold fog may have all witnessed Leng Yu's infatuation.

Childhood sweethearts, it's better to fall in love at first sight!

Mo Lang was seriously injured with the phantom flower back then, and he never stepped into the Three Realms Sacred Mountain again. Leng Yu guarded the holy mountain alone, and she had imagined countless times: Perhaps, one day, Shenlang would come wearing a green dress and smiling.

Then Leng Yu's protection and waiting is worth it.

But never!

Because, Kamiro has returned. But it wasn't a green coat, but a soul.

"Senior brother...... Shenlang ......" Leng Yu's expression was blank and low and he muttered to himself, sad and uncontrollable. In the midst of the beautiful eyes, tears rolled down. Leng Yu's immortal heart, which has practiced for tens of thousands of years, has always hidden that green clothes.

Again, it has never changed.

However, Kamiro died. Why, all the women in Canghai are such fate? Back then, Canghai Magu also waited for the Eastern Emperor for many thousands of years, until she died.

"Leng Yu!" I don't know when, the Eastern Emperor was already standing by Leng Yu's side. Canghai Donghuang Mai did not change, barefoot and long hair.

"Uncle Shi!" Leng Yu stopped her tears, collected her mood and bowed to the Eastern Emperor.

"What are you waiting for?"

"What are you waiting for now?" Leng Yu smiled sadly, "Once, for many years, I have been here looking at the sea wilderness, hoping for the return of the gods. And now - he's back......"

The wind on the top of the mountain swept the white daze of cold jade. Leng Yu's words were instantly dispersed with the wind. Her tears have long since dried.

"Is it painful to wait?" Donghuang didn't comfort Leng Yu, but continued to ask. Because, there is more pain in his gaze about waiting.

You must know that the ninety-eighth generation of the descendants of this sea has stood on top of the green mountains of Tianzhou for at least 100,000 years. However, he still could not see the end of the dust, and he could not see the people he was waiting for.

"Waiting?," Leng Yu never seemed to think about this question, thought about it, and said with a wry smile, "Back to Shibo, in fact, waiting is not painful!"

"Oh?" the Eastern Emperor smiled with satisfaction, "Why?"

"Because, waiting is hope!" Leng Yu looked at the distant mountains, "Back then, although I couldn't wait for the gods, my heart was not extinguished. But now—"

"Hehe!" Donghuang smiled, "If you can, you still want him not to die, even if he never comes back, it's good, right?"

"Of course!" Leng Yu nodded, "Waiting is a thousand times stronger than dying." ”

"That's right!" Donghuang smiled and nodded again, "The wait is bitter, but it's not desperate. Therefore, when I stand on the top of the green mountains of Tianzhou, I always have happiness and hope in my heart. And now, I have returned to the Holy Mountain, just to protect the sea, and I don't care about the future. ”

"Uncle Shi, are you desperate?" Leng Yu asked.

The Eastern Emperor shook his head and said nothing.

"Uncle Shi, do you regret it? Is the more than 100,000 yuan of time wasted?" Leng Yu said.

"Why regret?" said the Eastern Emperor with a faint smile, "Now that I think about it, waiting is actually a kind of joy." Isn't it?"

Leng Yu nodded. Donghuang is not wrong. If there is a choice, Leng Yu is willing to wait forever, rather than the so-called return of the soul of the gods.

"Leng Yu!" the Eastern Emperor called solemnly.

"The disciple is here!" Leng Yu replied.

"Actually, you don't have to die!" Donghuang looked around at the vast snowfield outside the holy mountain, his eyes were clear, "Any waiting has its meaning." Don't forget, Mo Lang cultivates the forbidden art of the sea. The three life recipes of immortals and demons may not be able to do their best even if they are alive. ”

"Huh?" Leng Yu's body was shocked, "Uncle Shi, are you saying that Shenlang is not dead?"

"Actually, I don't know!" the Eastern Emperor shook his head and sighed, "However, the ascetic cultivation of the Immortals, Demons, and Mortals can lead directly to the path of the Venerable, and the Canghai Forbidden Technique is not so easy to cultivate. Molang is obsessed, he shouldn't die!"

"But, that soul?" Leng Yu asked.

"There are thousands of creations, why do you bother?" said the East Emperor.

At that moment, Leng Yu seemed to be empowered and stood stunned. There seemed to be a burning light in her eyes.

"Leng Yu, wait! Uncle Shi has waited for 100,000 years, and he has never regretted it. Why do you want to die and despair?" Donghuang smiled and said nothing, turning to leave.

"One day, Tsing Yi returns, but you are not there! Missing is a resentment!" Donghuang's words echoed on the top of the holy mountain and echoed in Leng Yu's ears.

Leng Yu stood for a long time and smiled warmly.

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Tianzhou, Liuzhen. Thirty-five years of Liuzhen, Layue.

In a few days, it will be the end of the year. This year, Liuzhen was especially cold. Often, the north wind howls and the snow rolls up the sky.

Wang's house, East Chamber.

Wang Xue is sick, it is a cold. Liu Langzhong in the town grabbed medicine for Wang Xue. It's been two or three days, and it's not completely enough.

At this time, Wang Qing was boiling medicine for Wang Xue on the stove, and the room was full of the smell of medicine.

"Sister, are you feeling better?" said Wang Qing as he poured medicine out of the casserole.

"Much better!" Wang Xue's face was not very good, and her voice was still a little weak when she was lying on the bed.

"I feel like it's time to get fast. Liu Langzhong said that the general wind chill is almost good in three days. The medicine is gone, I'll grab two more pairs in a while. Wang Qing brought the medicine bowl over.

"Don't you have to help your father make a coffin today?" Wang Xue took the medicine bowl and took a sip and grinned, but in the end she endured it.

cough cough cough -

Then, Wang Xue coughed a few more times.

"Qingzhuang's coffin is almost painted. Dad said he didn't need me yet. Wang Qing put on his coat, "Sister, I'll go first." In the evening, Brother Liu Xiang will come to talk to you. ”

"Hmm!" Wang Xue responded. Wang Qing went out, and Wang Xue actually started coughing again.

West Chamber.

There was a coffin in the middle of the outhouse, and Amu was painting it. This is the second coffin made by Amu this year, and it belongs to an old man in Qingzhuang.

In the inner room, Shen Yan is tidying up the house and sorting out the things for the New Year. At the end of the year, it's always a busy time.

"Alas!" Amu put on the lacquer on one side, straightened up and pounded himself.

"If you're tired, just rest for a while!" Shen Yan said in the inner room.

"It's okay, it's over today!" Amu sighed and said, "I still want to accompany the snow girl! Why is it cold, it must have been frozen when I went to Snow Bear's house that day!"

"A wind chill doesn't get in the way, and it will be fine in two days. Look at you sighing every day, can you still be sick for her?" Shen Yan said.

"Hehe, hey, if I can do it, I'll do it for the Snow Girl!" Amu put down the paint bucket, "No, I still have to take a look." Or it's a matter of thinking about it all the time. ”

Saying that, Amu didn't wait for Shen Yan to say anything, and went out of the room directly. Actually, Amu had just been there half an hour ago.

Alas, Shen Yan watched Amu go out, and a gloom flashed in his eyes.

"Wang Han, you love the snow girl so much. I'm afraid you're really coming!" Shen Yan gently stroked the hair around his ear, and a white hair fell with it.

Shen Yan let out a long sigh.

Rites of passage. Origin and extinction. In the mortal world, cause and effect are already predestined. (To be continued.) )