On the shore of the North Sea, a man in a cloth coat stands alone on a sea cliff. The wind blew wantonly, and wave after wave hit the cliff, and the splashes wet the corners of his clothes.

Nine years ago, he set out from here and met her here. Nine years later, he returned alone.

The tide is endless, wave after wave.

He Yi's mood gradually calmed down, and it was terrifyingly quiet. He is like an old man who has seen the vicissitudes of life, and he no longer has the vigorous appearance of nine years ago. For the heart has withered.

The wind blew stronger and stronger, blowing the dark clouds of the world. A spring thunder exploded, and raindrops poured down.

The heavens and the earth were dark, and the gray rain and mist covered everything as far as the eye could see. He let the rain wash away, his black hair clinging to his face that had gone through vicissitudes, and his cloth was glued to his emaciated body. The wind and rain were blowing, and the waves were getting stronger, and occasionally a lot of white flowers rose to drown him, and then release him. He did not dodge, did not dodge, and remained motionless to bear the baptism of heaven and earth.

Has anyone ever said that growing up is always accompanied by unforgettable pain? Has anyone ever said that from childhood to old age, those wrinkles are not the passage of time, but the scars formed after the heart is scarred?

When people live in the world, are they destined to endure partings again and again, life and death, in order to slowly transform under the baptism of time, and become an old man who sees through the red dust?

If you are young, you will be old; The living are destined to die.

What do people live for?

For what?

For what?

He looked up, looked through the rain curtain, looked at the end of the misty sky, and his body suddenly flew into the air.

I want to see, what is at the end of the rain.

The emaciated figure, like a tiny mayfly, flew towards the boundless dark clouds. He faced the raindrops, kept climbing high, and in a blink of an eye he was under the clouds.

The sky was cold, and the rich water vapor condensed into tiny droplets, falling down desperately. He pierced through the clouds and continued to climb. Suddenly, a bright light flashed, and a thunder snake crackled on him. He Yi turned a blind eye and continued to fly up.

The temperature inside the clouds was on the high side, but it was nothing to him. His eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and with a single effort, he finally passed through the clouds and ascended to the sky.

However, there is nothing but blue skies. There is no rainbow he wants, and there is no great compassion for Avalokiteshvara.

Leaning over, the boundless area under his feet is hot and gray water vapor, which is like a poisonous mist steaming in the abyss, filling the world under his feet, steaming every living creature in the mortal dust.

It turns out that despair is the same both on earth and in heaven. Whether it is a mortal or an immortal cultivator, if they lose their beloved, they are all powerless.

He felt as if he had lost all his strength and fell from the sky. Fall into the abyss of poisonous fog, fall into the merciless rain curtain.

The wind howled, and two small bolts of lightning struck him, and the rain soaked his freshly dried body again.

With a bang, he fell on the sea cliff, smashing the cliff rock that had been eroded by the sea for countless years, and rolled into the embrace of the sea with the rubble.

The sea embraced him. The world suddenly fell silent.

He lay motionless at the bottom of the water near the shore. Small fish swam over him, shrimp and crabs climbed over him, algae and his hair tangled together, like lovers who had been separated for 500 years. And he was like a corpse, or a rock, lying there motionless.

Spring rain, like a lover's thoughts, is gentle and long.

It had been raining for a long, long time, and by the time the sun broke through the thin sea water and shone into his eyes, he was half covered in seaweed.

He gently broke away, as if he couldn't bear to hurt the innocent seaweed. His body floated, and he could still feel their reluctance to hold on.

The sky is clear, and the warm spring day brings light to the world with its own brilliance. He made a name for himself and flew east.

The cultivation of the Dong Xuan period allowed him to fly freely in the sky without the help of any props. This used to be a skill he longed for, but now it is so ordinary that it can no longer make his heart flutter.

Yulan Town, still there, has not changed.

He Yi walked on the bustling street. In the spring of recovery, the people seemed to be full of vitality and enthusiasm, but he was lifeless and expressionless.

The restaurant is still there, and the flag seems to have changed.

He walked in, went up the stairs to the second floor, and sat down by the window.

The guests and Xiao Er were intimidated by his cold breath, and the restaurant was so quiet that it could be heard for a while. But he didn't notice it, because his gaze was on his left hand.

At that time, she stepped on the bench with one foot, the sword and pestle on the table, raised her eyebrows and hummed: Look at it, I haven't seen a man!

Memory, as if it was yesterday, also seems to have the figure of Yiren in front of me. But when he reached out to touch it, he only grabbed a handful of air.

With a flip of his hand, the Xuantie Sword fell into the palm of his hand. The familiar sword body emitted a faint red light, as if the Panjun Secret Seal had just been engraved on it, she was holding it, raised her delicate chin proudly, and said: I, Yun Xuan. With the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, a high-grade magic weapon was refined.

Thinking of the scene at that time, he couldn't help but smile slightly, but the smile only existed for a moment, and then it was replaced by a wry smile.

Xiao Er, who was flustered and didn't dare to step forward, reported the matter to the old shopkeeper. The old shopkeeper climbed upstairs, and when he saw him, he immediately changed his expression of surprise and gratitude.

"Shangxian, Shangxian, I didn't expect that after nine years, Xiao Lao'er would be able to see you again. He ran to the table in surprise and was about to thank him, but when he saw He Yi's expression, he felt that it was wrong, so he asked: "Shangxian, you seem to have something on your mind?"

The appearance of the old shopkeeper is almost the same as before he took the pill nine years ago, but the junior second behind him has been replaced by someone else.

"Nope. He Yi replied in a stiff voice.

The old shopkeeper understood a little bit, but he didn't dare to ask more, but talked about his topic excitedly.

"Shangxian, you are really the great benefactor of my Xu family! If it weren't for the elixir you gave back then, my Xu family would still be a queen. The old shopkeeper sighed, and his excitement was beyond words. He continued: "Thanks to your reward, the little old man can be rejuvenated, and this is why there is a dog." Ah Zhu, go and call Xiao Jiu!"

Xiao Er agreed loudly and hurriedly ran downstairs.

He Yi nodded, indicating that he understood.

Back then, they couldn't afford to pay for the meal, so they had to give a blood pill as a last resort, but they didn't expect to cure the hidden disease for the old shopkeeper, so that he could regain the ability to raise children. The unintentional act turned out to be a good thing, he should have been happy, but at this time he couldn't laugh at all.

"Shangxian, where have you been all these years?" In the future of children, the old shopkeeper has nothing to say.

"North Sea. He replied.

"Ah, Beihai!" The old man was taken aback and said, "I heard that Beihai is full of demons and monsters! Not long after you left, we saw that the sky suddenly brightened at night, and at first we thought that the stars had fallen into Beihai! Later, an old immortal passed by and said that it was a battle between monsters and immortals, so that the rumors were dispelled. ”

It turned out that they had also seen the old man who had subdued the dragon whale. Fortunately, the dragon whale is getting smaller and smaller when it flies into the sky, and it is thousands of miles away, otherwise if they see it, they may be scared of something. Although he is now a cave cultivator, he asks himself if he faces the dragon whale again, he still has to flee for his life.

He nodded, indicating that he had listened. In his heart, after reminiscing about the dragon whale, he took Yun Xuan with the difficult memory of wandering in the sea for half a day.

The old shopkeeper talked about a lot of topics, but he just replied lightly, and he couldn't raise his enthusiasm at all.

After a while, there was a sound of knocking footsteps downstairs, and a seven or eight-year-old drooping baby rushed over and rushed to He Yi's side.

"Oh, Brother Immortal, I finally see Immortal!" The little boy shouted excitedly.

"Stinky boy, don't be rude to the immortals!" He Yi kept a cold expression, and the old shopkeeper was worried that he would be angry, so he quickly grabbed his son and slapped him twice on the buttocks.

"Out of the way. He Yi said lightly, his tone softened a little.

This kid named Xiao Jiu has very bright eyes, looks smart, and is active and lively, and may be a little troublemaker in the future. If it is born as a girl, guided by it, and reads and writes more poems, books, rituals and music, it may not be as smart as Yun Xuan in the future.

"What's his name?" He Yi asked.

This was the first time he had taken the initiative to ask. The old shopkeeper was flattered and said excitedly: "This cub's nickname is Xiao Jiu, and it means a restaurant, and the big name has not been taken yet." If you are willing to give a word, it is my Xu family's ancestor who has accumulated virtue, and he is very glorious!"

He Yi looked at Xiao Jiu's sparkling eyes, and that look made his heart a strange look.

Nodding, he stretched out his index finger and carved a word on the wooden table.

"Zhuo"

Engraved with this word, his figure suddenly flickered and disappeared from the bench. The old shopkeeper chased him to the window and searched the sky and the earth, but he could no longer find any trace of him.

"Xu Zhuo, Xu Zhuo......" The old man muttered twice, and a look of joy slowly emerged.

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The savannah, as far as the eye can see.

At the end of this warm spring bloom, although there are no beautiful flowers on the grassland, the endless tender green is also beautiful and picturesque.

He Yi was three feet off the ground and flew low.

The sight beneath your feet seems to be the same, but every second is different.

The same is a small grass, there are hundreds of millions of plants here, and as a human being, it is difficult for us to distinguish the difference between this grass and the other grass. And if you're a little grass, you probably know the difference between you and me.

Unfortunately, he is not grass, and he doesn't know what this countless tender green will look like in the future. Maybe one of them will be lucky, and he can get some spiritual wisdom and cultivate into a grass spirit; Maybe it won't be long before they burn them clean.

But it doesn't matter, the poet once chanted the good sentence "Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows", this fragile life has a tenacious quality. As long as there is one root, they will never go extinct.

I just don't know if the grass that was reborn after perishing is not the grass before.

Five hundred years later, will the person ever like him again?

Who knows.

Things to come.

Nine years ago, from south to north, he was alone. Nine years later, when he returned from the north, he was still alone.

Five hundred years from now, will it still be a person?

Who knows.