In a trance

In the gazebo among the flowers, the ice-carved beauty looked at the back of a man and was silent.

She wanted to say a word, don't go, stay. It's just that he is a hero, an eagle with wings spread high, how can she put away his sword and break his wings.

Even after leaving, there will be no time to see each other again.

Unconsciously, tears wet the bamboo slip in his hand, turning the ink marks into plum blossoms.

She braced herself up and tried to chase after her.

The bamboo slips have not yet landed, and the back has gone away.

A thousand years of lovesickness, a thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of ... Aloneness

It's been a thousand years since goodbye, where are the Iraqi people?

The country of this great business has nothing to do with me, this god and demon has nothing to do with me, what does this so-called catastrophe have to do with me, the only person in this world who cares has been waiting in this ice coffin for thousands of years.

Do you remember me? It's a pity that this ice coffin made of 10,000 years of cold ice can only preserve your face and the green silk that turned into white hair early, but it can't save your soul. I'm eager to ask.

Will you hate me? Will you hate, I will come back for the three years I have made an appointment, no matter what the world becomes. I missed my appointment. Seven years later, I came back, but this place has long been empty, I searched again and again, searched the streets and alleys of Chaoge, but I can no longer find your figure, the sky is full of fire, burned away, is the hope in my heart.

If I had come back earlier, I wouldn't care if I had the surname Ji or not, would I have been able to find you, see you, and hold you hundreds of years earlier.

Why, didn't you say that he who bears the hand of the Son and swims with the Son?

If you keep it then, I will definitely stay.

If there is an afterlife, I will never be separated from you again.

This man who is stronger than the gods and demons in the sky is after all, after a thousand years, hugging the person he wanted to hold a thousand years ago.

The only thing in the coffin that accompanies the burial is a bamboo slip that will never be seen by others before his death. At this moment, it rolled aside, but it gradually unfolded as if it had been flipped through in the past.

Fifty years in the world, passing by in a flash

Prosperous like autumn water, not forever

Fifty years in the world, passing by in a flash

The face of the pattern is gone in an instant

Fifty years in the world, passing by in a flash

Looking at the white clouds and dogs, flickering and flickering

Fifty years in the world, passing by in a flash

Spiegel's sad white hair, tears spilled Jiang Tian

Fifty years in the world, passing by in a flash

Memories of the stars, dependent on each other

Fifty years in the world, passing by in a flash

You can't be in the same bed in life, and you can't be in the same bed in death

The foot that crushed the demon god turned into a stretch of roots. The body that held up a pure land turned into a tree trunk that held up to the sky. The hand that used thousands of immortal spells turned into entangled branches. The head, which has never bowed, has become a canopy that shades the sun.

Yanran, I only hope that you, in my arms, will never be separated.

There were some happy sighs from the fairy world in the void.

In this way, fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Master, what kind of mountain was it at that time, so beautiful!" the six-year-old child who had first ascended the mountain clenched a pair of large, rough and loose hands.

"Which mountain? The one on the left? It's called the Broken Intestine Cliff. Lao Dao's eyes narrowed.

"Why is such a beautiful mountain called such a strange name as Broken Intestine Cliff?"

"This mountain, there is a legend, a fairy and a mortal woman fell in love, at that time coincided with the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and when the immortal Ping Demon returned, the woman had already died. The immortal buried her here, and a sword split the mountain that once connected the heavens and the earth, and since then, this mountain has been called the Broken Intestine Cliff. Lao Dao touched the child's pigtails: "The immortal, cut off the mountain that connects heaven and earth, and he himself stayed in the world and turned into the oldest plum tree on the cliff." All the plum trees on these two mountains are the children and grandchildren of this god. Therefore, the people under the mountain also call the broken intestine cliff to be the plum blossom peak, the waterfall is the plum blossom waterfall, and the pool water at the bottom is the plum blossom pool. ”

The child glanced at Lao Dao and pursed his lips secretly. If Sister Yuqiu talks about it, it will definitely not be a story that will be finished in three or two sentences, and Sister Yuqiu will definitely tell this story very exciting.

After walking forward for a while, he had reached the foot of the Plum Blossom Peak, and the child tugged at the sleeve of the Taoist's coat: "Master, after going up the mountain, can I go to the plum tree to play?"

"No," the old Taoist pretended to be vicious: "There are monsters in Merlin that the master can't beat, and the master's master can't beat the monsters there." If you go to play, you're bound to get caught by youkai. ”

"Master, what are you going to do when you catch a child? Is he so lonely that he wants to talk to someone?"

Lao Dao was silent for a while: "Maybe." When you grow up, you will go, and maybe that youkai will not be lonely by then. ”

The child nodded vigorously: "I must eat more and grow up soon!"

Lao Dao touched the child's head with satisfaction, picked him up, and rode on his neck: "Zichen, Master doesn't want you to be a great hero who stands up to the sky, and you don't want to be the peerless master of the so-called dragon head and phoenix tail." For a lifetime, when it is safe and sound, Master will be very satisfied. After that, Lao Dao opened his legs, carried the child, and ran to the plum blossom peak with laughter.

Xu Ao blinked his eyes and wiped the saliva that overflowed from the corners of his mouth. It turned out to be a dream.