Tears completely blurred his eyes, Yang Tian really couldn't believe that his parents on earth would actually appear in front of his eyes at such a moment.

The years have eroded their bodies, and the middle-aged old people are already a little gray-haired, but their smiles are still beautiful, which makes people feel warm.

At this moment, Yang Tian really wanted to rush over and pick up his parents.

But just as this thought flashed in his mind, he only felt a trace of coldness coming from his arm, and the figure of the parents in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he reacted.

Xiao Shihua was holding his hand, looking at him and saying, "Brother, don't lose yourself"

"Well, no, I won't be lost anymore. Yang Tian smiled apologetically, feeling a little sorry for the little poetry painting.

Those things just now, he naturally knew, were all illusions, but they were so real, so real that he would rather believe that all of them were real.

It's a pity that he has been in this world for so many years, and in the past, not to mention his parents, even the entire earth was completely destroyed, and no one could survive.

Yang Tian shook off his tears, only to find that there was a gloomy cemetery around it, and there were occasionally some remnant souls floating around, although there was no close contact, but with his perception, the strength of these remnant souls was extremely not weak, and even the existence of the Virtuous King level was many

As if knowing what he was thinking, Xiao Shihua said: "In the cemetery here, there are legendary immortals, or tens of thousands of years ago, the unimaginable supernatural powers, this is an eternal cemetery, no one can disturb it." And these wandering ghosts are the ones who have lost themselves and wandered here completely."

Hearing this, Yang Tian nodded, but silently did not say a word, he understood better than anyone how powerful the power of that illusion was, just like what he wanted most in his mind, he would always choose to stay in a beautiful moment.

Just like a monk who is concerned about the deceased deceased, and sees the deceased in the illusion, the joy in his heart will make him choose to stay in a beautiful moment forever, but in reality, it corrupts his soul.

Yang Tian knew very well that if it weren't for Xiao Shihua's cold hand waking him up, he would definitely become one of the lonely ghosts.

When touching these remnant souls, Yang Tian could clearly see the remnants in the hearts of these remnant souls through the eye of heaven.

In a remnant soul, it is clearly fixed in the moment of intimacy with the Taoist couple, the picture is beautiful and warm, if Yang Tian is not mistaken, this should be the most regrettable place in the monk's heart.

In the other remnant soul, it is frozen in the teenage years, several children and children running together in the grass, catching butterflies, seems to be a happy childhood memory.

And the other remnant soul is a picture of longing for old friends, asking the sky for wine together, and singing to the moon.

Good without exception.

Yang Tian shook his head, not knowing what to say, but always following the footsteps of the little poem and painting, through the cemetery, to the deepest part of the Huangquan Road.

Ahead, you can vaguely see many lonely ghosts wandering, as if they do not belong to this world, and as if they are just like mirages, the picture refracted here from other places.

A small bridge was in front of me, and a hazy figure could be seen faintly, leaning forward, it was actually an old woman, carrying a basket in her hand, and there were many decoctions in the basket.

Yang Tian was slightly stunned, and the scenery in front of him was clearly no different from the legendary Huangquan Road.

Xiao Shihua suddenly stopped, turned his back to him and said: "This ancient road is not so much a road to heaven as a Huangquan road, but a place to lead, but it is different. ”

Yang Tian only felt that at this moment, the little poetry and painting had become much more mature, and he frowned and said, "Is Huangquan Road really Huangquan?

"When a monk dies, he either dies or becomes a lonely ghost. ”

Xiao Shihua said, suddenly pursed his lips, and said, "I don't know how Huangquan Road was formed, in fact, over the years, the big people who have entered here are also not clear, it's just a legend, this is something from another world, and finally passed down here." ”

Yang Tian suddenly smacked his tongue, and thought of many things in an instant, if according to ancient Chinese mythology, there is indeed a Huangquan saying, but he can easily understand this truth, different regions, then cultural differences must also be different.

Maybe on this planet, there is no Yellow Spring after death, but there is another planet, which is also difficult to say.

"Then where does this Huangquan Road lead?" Yang Tian asked again.

"Drink Meng Po soup, you can enter the Huangquan River to drift, as for where it will drift, it depends on where the light in your heart is, as the name suggests, Fuhuang Ancient Road, here is a road to the outside of the territory!"

Xiao Shihua's words shocked him, originally in his subconscious, if he wanted to go to other star fields, he would definitely rush into the universe and drift, but now it greatly subverted his cognition.

"Brother, go quickly, you have seven star fragments in your body, enough to light your way to where they are. Remember, don't drink Meng Po soup. ”

The little poetry and painting seemed to be the last explanation before leaving, which made Yang Tian stunned, and then grabbed her arm, and said: "Poetry and painting, I have always felt that after coming to this ancient road, your mood seems to be unstable, tell me, what happened?"

Xiao Shihua shook his head, a pair of clear eyes were as bright as stars, but they gradually became hazy, and there was a mist in his eyes.

Yang Tian hurriedly hugged Xiao Shihua's head, put it on his chest, patted her on the shoulder, and asked, "Is something going to happen?"

Xiao Shihua choked up all of a sudden, and sobbed softly: "I don't know, in short, there is a feeling that Shihua can't enter the Naihe Bridge, can't cross the Huangquan River, and is about to be separated from his brother."

"Why can't you cross the bridge, why can't you cross the river? Poetry and painting, you tell me, you tell me quickly."

Yang Tian let go of Xiao Shihua's arm and looked at her seriously, for more than ten years, Xiao Shihua has always followed him, as a spirit, he has no parents, but maybe for Xiao Shihua, he is her dearest person.

But now, Xiao Shihua told him that he was about to separate, how could Yang Tian endure it?

"Brother, I don't know anything, it's just a dream. In the dream, I led you here, through this Jedi that even a half-saint can't break through, and then you will float in the Yellow Spring River and enter the starry sky, while I will go to another place. ”

Xiao Shihua almost finished this sentence in tears.

Yang Tian listened to it extremely incredible, what had not happened yet, Xiao Shihua could already see it, could she be the reincarnation of an immortal god?

I don't know if it was after listening to what Xiao Shihua said, Yang Tian was already able to predict the result, and he became surprisingly quiet.

"Another place? Where is that?"

Xiao Shihua pondered for a moment before saying: "There is a huge gate there, behind which is an endless blue sky, a lot of white clouds, after entering that gate, there is the Nine Que Heavenly Palace, on which there are many white-clothed sisters flying, and there are many people strolling leisurely, and there seem to be clouds under their feet." ”

Yang Tian listened carefully to what Xiao Shihua said, and was stunned for a moment.

Many sisters are flying, stepping on clouds under their feet?

In memory, in the sky, only immortals can appear this phenomenon.

Yang Tianhu looked at Xiao Shihua suspiciously, he didn't believe that Xiao Shihua would lie to himself, but if the place Xiao Shihua said was the Nine Domains, then why would she perceive it?

Yang Tian couldn't understand, just looked at the little poems and paintings, but hesitated for a moment.

Should he set foot on the Nai Ho Bridge and head to the Outlands?

Since Xiao Shihua can sense this step, Yang Tian is almost certain of what will happen next, and going there means separation, what should he do?

For a while, Yang Tian was really confused.

"Is there really no way for Shihua to let you go with me?" Yang Tian still didn't give up, and asked out loud again.

Xiao Shihua shook his head and said, "No, I can feel that as long as I cross the Huangquan River, my whole body will be pulled by a suction, and the next moment I open my eyes, I will already come to another place." ”

Yang Tian's face was full of bitterness, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, but he quickly thought of another question, if Xiao Shihua could predict the affairs of the Nine Domains, then what was her true identity?

She, if she is a fairy of the Nine Domains

Didn't it mean that the Nine Domains was where she really should go?

Although Yang Tian was very reluctant to let the other party stay by his side like this, and let the little poetry and painting deviate from the original track, this was also not what he was happy to see.

Yang Tian is not a selfish person, he just hopes that the people around him can live happily, and the same is true for small poems and paintings.

At this moment, Yang Tian finally made a decision in his heart, he bent down, gently hugged the little poem painting, hugged it tightly to his chest, and felt this short-lived warmth.

The little poem of "Brother" instantly cried silently and choked up.

"Poetry and painting don't cry, since it's fate, then it's okay to conform. Yang Tian said, straightened out her black hair, gently stroked her face, and said with a smile, "No matter where you go, my brother will look for you in the future, okay?"

"I'll wait for my brother. Xiao Shihua said with tears in his eyes.

Yang Tian finally smiled, held the little poem and painting in one hand, and slowly stepped onto the Nai He Bridge