In this vast land, whether it is the Holy Land, the Underground World, or the East and West Shu, the Forbidden Land. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And there are some secrets that even Ying Chen doesn't understand.

But as long as it is under this starless sky, whether it is an ordinary person, a monk who looks up or flies to the sky, or even an existence comparable to an immortal, the power that surpasses the top of all beings.

In the end, we can't get rid of the fact that we were born as a human race, and we can't get rid of the disadvantages of being a human race.

One of the so-called drawbacks of this is memory, the memory of being forgotten in the past!

Presently, Yingchen is also in it, and like those vast beings, he follows the laws of the ages.

He can clearly remember the memories of three years ago, five years ago, and even ten years ago, but it is also to the extreme. If you go any further, there is not much of an impression, especially the pictures that are not superficial.

This is the common denominator of all mortals throughout the ages, and the memories of childhood will become fragmented as they grow up, and fade into obscurity.

There are some things that can be answered from the mouth of the concubine.

But there are some things that only you know.

And only when he goes back eleven years ago, back to the age of three, can he recreate those forgotten memories.

This memory is the dream of the ice and snow in front of you!

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Under the guidance of the predecessors of the weeping wind, Yingchen has more or less memorized. But it was still very vague, like a light veil like a mist, obscuring the truth that was close at hand, and it was hazy and unreachable.

He only knew that behind the layers of snow-capped mountains, there was a familiar breath that could not be more familiar, but this one could not be taken for granted.

Whether it was a person or a thing, whether it was empty or real, he didn't know, he only understood, that breath was like a lamp in the dark night, with a light that guided hope, guiding him in the direction of progress.

You don't even have to look, you don't have to listen, you don't have to smell.

Just one thought in your heart, and there is that secret connection.

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As he continued, his skin froze and turned purple and numb to the cold. The pace seems to be caused by inertia, step by step, indomitable.

On this long and distant journey, Yingchen vaguely found many vague figures, unable to tell whether they were humans or beasts, as if they were everywhere. I don't know if the wind and snow have obscured his vision, or if he is like himself, covered by snowflakes and buried his true face.

However, all around, there is still a dead silence and emptiness, as if since birth, there are no people, even if it has been thousands of years or more, there are still no living beings.

Like a forbidden place, a forbidden place of life.

As for those vague figures, they seem to be illusory.

They are like wisps of homeless ghosts, lost in themselves.

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Time, as if it is getting slower and slower.

The bright sky has not changed in the slightest.

Let him immediately think of that gray world, day and night.

It's just that the situation now is more tricky than it was then, and it's even more terrible than his exile in a forbidden place.

Because not only is there no concept of time, there are no fluctuations of life. These snow-capped mountains have long been barren and bare.

Yes, all that was left was the howling cold wind and the endless snowflakes.

The road under the feet of Yingchen is no longer a road.

The heaven and the earth that he saw were no longer heaven and earth.

Remembering the fragmented past, I lost my color.

And that end is more like the end of life, the destination of everything!