Seven nights are gone.

After getting the answer he wanted, he didn't hesitate for a moment, and turned around and left again with Sanxue.

He didn't look back.

Because the autumn mood of Guanyuan is too bleak.

Yes, before leaving, he finally figured out what he had always wondered about, and why the atmosphere in Guan Yuan made him feel uncomfortable, because of the depression and slaughter of Guan Yuan's flowers and trees.

But he didn't say anything.

When he left, his back was also a little more gloomy, as if he was contaminated in Guan Yuan.

A responsibility.

On this road, many people have been walked, and many people have been buried, and Qiye will not think that he is the most talented and the most rare one, he just stands on the shoulders of countless predecessors.

So he was fortunate enough to avoid too many thorns and slowly grew up.

Under his luck, too many people's misfortunes have been piled up.

......

Qiye walked a little silently, and as silent as him, there was Yixiang.

There was a long sigh from inside the house, how could he not understand the taste in the back of the seven nights with the wisdom of the magician Yixiang.

"A generation of new people replaces the old, and there are talented people from generation to generation. The yellow leaves fall in autumn and are buried under the tree as nutrients, and new shoots will continue to bloom at the beginning of spring the following year. ”

No one heard Yi Xiang's words, as he said, he was lonely in Guan Yuan.

The reason why Guan Yuan is called Guan Yuan, people who are more elegant may think that this name is taken from "the spring color of the garden can't be closed", and only the magician Yi Xiang knows.

Closing the garden and closing the garden, it is not the spring or gloom of the garden that is closed, but a person.

Closing the garden, can't close the spring, only one person is locked up, this is the cruel truth, this is a secret that is not worth knowing under this bleak and lonely autumn wind.

The door to the only hut in the Seki Garden was pushed open, and the magician Ixiang staggered out of the room, his thin old hand grasping the side of the door with a slight tremble, his face no longer young, and he could no longer smile like the warmth of the sun.

His white hair is a hundred times thicker than the autumn mood in this garden.

His face was full of desolation!

Spring is no more.

"The backlash of the starry sky, as the ancestors said, is a fate that can never be escaped. However, after my lifetime, maybe such a fate can be rewritten, but unfortunately, I have no way to see that day coming. ”

Yi Xiang walked to the pavilion.

Two cups of tea were poured on the table in the pavilion.

One is on his side, and one is on the other side of the table. This is poured in advance by Qiye, and it seems that it has long been expected that Yi Xiang will come out and come to the pavilion.

Yi Xiang smiled, the folds of his face were stacked densely, and his handsome appearance in the past was long gone, but he looked like he was now, and he looked more heroic, but in front of this taste, the word twilight should be added.

He sat down.

Pick up the tea and drink it gently.

Looking at the scenery.

In the spring, he looks at the scenery of spring, and in autumn, he looks at the scenery of autumn, and the scenery is like his mood, which is so opportune.

The tea is bitter and delicious too.

Everything in the garden is carefully cultivated by him, and he wants to make the garden more lively, so that he will not look lonely and gloomy because he is alone. But now, it's still seen by Seven Nights.

Because they're all with them, and they're about to leave here.

They are born and die because of themselves, and the cause and effect of life and death is unknown even to the magician Ixiang.

Ordinary people like to attribute what they don't know to fate, and the magician Ixiang is also not exempt, he feels that this is the fate of these flowers and trees, and this is also the fate of his descendants as a stargazer.

Fortunately, at the end of the day, there were two cups of tea left on the table.

This proves that at the end of the day, he didn't walk alone.

Yi Xiang remembered the picture of his first planned encounter with this bright young man.

...

"In the lower Duanmu Qiu, it is the son-in-law of the Duanmu family, and I am fortunate to be happy. ”

"Since we met, we are fate, why don't we go to the North Street Teahouse for a few drinks together?"

"Why not, Brother Duanmu, please. ”

"Please. ”

...

"Wood, why are you framing me!"

"Wood, tell them that I'm not a young master! ”

"Young master, subordinates don't dare. ”

"Shut up!"

...

In the end, this young man who was betrayed by himself and calculated still chose to forgive himself, and he left two cups of tea, one for himself and one for him, which was a kind of determination.

Nanaya is telling Isang of his determination and reassuring him.

He's always been a reassuring person.

Tea is reserved for the deceased. Seven nights poured two cups, and he kept one for himself, because he was also on his way to death.

How many generations of lives will it take to fight against the stars, how many geniuses will work tirelessly, and how many more people will fall on this road. There is no way to answer the scattered yellow leaves of Guan Yuan, and there is no way to answer those flowers and plants.

Yi Xiang finished the cup of tea.

The cup of tea across from him was already cold.

When people leave, the tea is cold.

The only tree in Guanyuan that has lived for a hundred years, this is transplanted by Yi Xianghua with great effort, and the last fallen leaf on its crown is blown off by the autumn wind, like a dead butterfly with broken wings constantly twisting and turning in the air, and slowly and gently landing on the table.

The man sitting at the table could no longer afford to dust it off.

Cool the tea, cool the heart, cool the people, cool the garden.

The dead leaves continue to be blown up by the wind and fall under the old tree, and perhaps tomorrow, it will be stored as nutrients, waiting for the next spring, when the old tree sprouts, and a new leaf of the same kind will grow.

Maybe next year, somewhere I don't know, there will be a newborn named Yixiang who will live his own life.

......

Seven nights' tears fell.

After the leaf finally found his home, Qiye, who had been far away, suddenly burst into tears.

Why do people who pay silently can only die silently in the end, and why does a person who doesn't like loneliness always live in a lonely world.

He didn't know.

Maybe it's fate.

So what is his fate. Whether he would find the future that the stargazer saw and succeed in changing it, or whether he would finally return to Guan Yuan and finish the unfinished cup of tea, he had no way of knowing.

But he is now in a depressed mood.

The relationship between the mage Ixiang and him, and what happened between them, kept coming back to him.

Every step he took was heavy.

"Autumn is so cold that I'm a little afraid of the cold. Qiye wiped away his tears and smiled at Sanxue, but he really couldn't hide his emotions, or maybe he didn't have a better way to hide his emotions now, he might be frozen.

Sanxue didn't make a sound.

Including the noisy empty snow, and the white snow, known as the god of medicine.

They all knew that monks were not afraid of the cold. Even if it's cold, it's not the cold of this ordinary weather.

They were able to understand Seven Nights' emotions, because when Seven Nights proposed to leave in the Illusory God Realm, they had similar emotions, even if they weren't so strong, but they did appear.

"When it's cold, put on a few extra clothes. ”

It is still the eldest brother Kongxue who is the most realistic, and he said Sanxue's heart.

Only by wearing a few more clothes can you resist the cold, and only by wearing a few more clothes will you not be frozen by the climate like the starry sky!

Nanaya took a deep breath.

"I will! So now, just follow the hints given to us by the magician to find that Seven-Trick Heart. Then, I will let this starry sky make the deepest condolences for all those who have sacrificed!"

No one needs to tell him.

Nanaya has never been stupid, and his intelligence and understanding are comparable to that of Yi Xiang.

Needless to say, he could guess why Yi Xiang didn't go out of the house, why the flowers and trees in the garden were full of a dead silence.

When he said this, he never looked back. Because he was afraid that when he turned back, he would see Yi Xiang's old face, and he would see his pathos before he died, and he didn't want to see it for seven nights, he just wanted to keep the original Yi Xiang in his memory.

It was a young man who loved to laugh, he smiled very warmly and sunnyly, and he was very handsome.

He has carried the safety of mankind and the infamy given to him by the world, and has been silently working against the stars.

He succeeded, and he failed.

That's why he was so calm when he heard Nanaya say that he had calculated the success of the scale-bearer's plan. No one is happy about a failed plan, even if it is not the plan that fails, but the planmakers themselves.

People are dead, what success is there or not?

This is the backlash of the starry sky.

A punishment for a person who dares to interfere with the will of the starry sky, and for a human being who may know the most as a descendant of a stargazer.

Overnight, the gardens went from spring to autumn, and like their owners, this is the fact that Seven Nights didn't know, the starry sky deprived the magician of his life, and he didn't have the cultivation of a stargazer, let alone resist.

Nanaya shook his head, trying to calm himself.

Because one of the only human monks who knew the truth had left him.

This made him even more lonely, because of this loneliness, he was angry, he was sad, and he was helpless.

"You all already know what the magician said. That day's little empty snow, can you point it out to us?" Qiye smiled and touched Xiao Kongxue's head, and the empty snow surprisingly didn't dodge.

Quietly rubbing her hair by Qiye, Kong Xue said sullenly: "That's a road of no return, Brother Night, are you sure you want to go?"

"What is the point of no return, man, since he wants to continue walking, he has not considered the way back. ”

Qiye said, he raised his head and squinted his eyes, in the gradually darkening sky, there were already faint stars twinkling, he was looking at the starry sky.

Sorayuki didn't continue. She was actually going to tell the Seven Nights that the point of no return was not the kind he expected, but another form of point of no return, and she might see Brother Night crying like this today, because she had this premonition.

But she didn't go on.

She just silently took out the compass, then closed her eyes and tried to sense it for a moment, then stretched out her soft and white little hand and pointed to the location of the east.

"There, the location of Zaoshan is there. ”