The cold wind was blowing, and the sleet was ticking against the window.
There were heavy clouds overhead, the weather was gloomy, and the day was like night.
A thin figure was reflected on the paper window. Liu HuanGu sat in front of the window with a book in his hand.
The scroll has turned yellow, and some words are even blurred.
When she was in Shengrenzhuang, she was not allowed to practice spells, so she could only read the ancient books over and over again.
But the more I understand, the more I feel that this world is absurd and dirty.
The wind leaked in through the window, the candle flickered and went out, and the room was dark.
Liu Huanga was not affected, and he continued to turn the pages of the book in a leisurely manner. Scenes from the past quickly flashed before his eyes. The mother who died of depression, the father who didn't show any frowns, the grandfather who always sighed, the arrogant and prejudiced disciple of the saint, and Sui Han.
These people were covered in blood, standing in a dark corner, looking straight at her with hatred and sarcasm.
Since taking over this power, she has often experienced hallucinations, and her support until now is the limit.
Any longer and it might get out of hand.
Hatred and despair piled up in my heart, and sometimes my eyes went dark, and I felt that the whole world should be buried with me.
But when I woke up, my heart was empty, like the wind blowing by, and there was nothing left, only hopelessness and sadness.
She must die.
The room was very dark, and her expression was unclear, "Are you happy?"
The ghosts crowded in the room suddenly smiled happily.
Liu looked around and waved his sleeves, the demonic energy rolled over every corner, everything turned into dust, only malice and coldness were still everywhere.
She closed her eyes wearily. By now, she didn't want to hate anyone anymore, she just felt tired. The road is lonely, walking on this road means that there is no retreat, whether it is bloody or sinful, after all, it is the same as Jiyue and the others, they are all martyrs.
The residual lotus in the pond listened carefully to the sound of the rain with her.
Cailianju is still the same as she left, and Jiyue uses formations to make everything here as it was yesterday, so that when she comes back, she won't feel strange.
So when Jiyue stepped into the lotus house and saw the misty drizzle, the emptiness of clouds and smoke, and the junior sister sitting behind the window of Xiaoxuan, she couldn't help feeling wrong—everything was like yesterday, Shengrenzhuang was still there, and she came back from work , Junior Sister obediently waited for her in the house.
"Junior Sister." Jiyue held the Snow Bow in her hand, and the snow-white bow and arrows were splashed with blood.
Like before, she walked into Cailianju gently, with a lingering smile on her face, as if nothing had happened yet, she just came back from hunting sea monsters, and the first thing she did was go back to her junior sister to remove her bloody clothes and clothes. wind and dust.
Liu Huan put down the scroll, looked at her, and smiled slightly.
It's just that there is indelible sadness in his eyes.
"Senior Sister, did you see that lotus flower for me in the Buddha Land?"
A smile suddenly appeared on Jiyue's face, her face was as white as paper, "I see, but..."
Liu Huan Gu asked softly, "Is it withered?"
Jiyue hesitated for a moment, bent her lips again, and told the first lie in her life, "No, it drove very well and beautifully," she stretched out her hand, "Manman, come here, I'll show you."
Liu Huan looked around and said with a smile: "Senior sister, look at you, you can't even lie."
She thought, Senior Sister is always like this, just like the bright moon in the sky, covered by dark clouds, but not the light, there are always defects, without concealing its bright quality.
If there is no self, Jiyue's life must be very complete, leaving no regrets. When she thought of the indelible regret in her heart that she would become a senior sister, and would not be forgotten, she felt a little sad for Jiyue, but couldn't help but feel a little sad joy.
Rather than living cold and alone, she would rather die like this and live forever in the heart of her senior sister.
Many people followed Jiyue and poured into the small courtyard.
Liu Huan looked around and waited for a long time, but did not hear the voices of "the devil's daughter" and "come and die soon", before he believed Huai Bai's words - the fairy gate has really changed. Her eyes flicked across everyone's faces one by one, and she couldn't help but curl her lips.
It's so good, when you are martyred, the people you think, miss, and love are all in front of your eyes.
The blue chain on his wrist snapped and fell to the ground.
Liu Huan was taken aback for a moment, bent over to pick up the bracelet and held it in the palm of his hand. The moment it touched it, the cold air seemed to freeze the fingertips, cold and desperate, like that paranoid and crazy big devil.
Even though she doesn't like Dongting, she also knows that she and Dongting are the same kind of people.
Equally lonely, equally hopeless, I chose a road with no end in sight, walked on my own, and never looked back.
She clenched her palm tightly, and blood dripped down, soaking the purple sleeve.
"Senior Sister," Liu Huangu stood by the window with a bright smile, which was rare to see, "I'm here."
Jiyue's vision was suddenly covered with blood, and the girl in purple stood on the window, with countless pairs of bloody hands stretching out behind her, as if to pull her back to hell again. Sui Han floated in the air, slowly approached Liu and looked around, blood dripped from his body, almost staining his purple clothes red.
"Manman, be careful!"
As if there was some irresistible force in the dark, Jiyue was bewitched, she bent her bow and shot the arrow unconsciously, her movements were quick and she did it in one go.
Huai Bo stopped: "Stop!" Unfortunately, it was one step too late.
The flying star-like feathered arrows turned into promising swords in the air.
It is exactly what Dongting used to steal the sky and replace the sun that day.
The long sword pierced through the thin body, and the blood flowed profusely. Liu Huan looked at Jiyue's collapsed face and smiled helplessly. If Jiyue was not the only one who could use the Youwei Sword, she wouldn't want her senior sister to bear such a deep pain.
The ground shook violently, and the palace built on the strength of the Demon Lord collapsed from one corner, and then quickly collapsed like a broken one.
White jade bricks and golden tiles, with a bang, turned into billowing smoke and dust.
Liu Huangu's body swayed and fell down.
A white shadow passed by, like an egret, soaring into the sky, ahead of everyone, surrounding the girl's thin figure.
With tears in her eyes, Peiyu knelt down on one knee: "Sister..."
Liu Huangu stared at her deeply, her face was dotted with wet marks, her lips were parted, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, "Don't cry, sister, please bury me in the east..." Her gaze gradually became dimmed, Showing a trance smile, he suddenly changed his mind and said: "Bury me in Dongting, I heard that there are many lotuses there..."
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun.
It must have been a beautiful place.
…
The north wind is bitter and the sea roars.
Huai Bai stood at the highest point, her blue clothes fluttering, she raised her hand, and a flash of spiritual light flew out from her sleeve.
The koi turned in a circle and turned into a kingfisher, perched on her hand.
Huai Bo said softly, "Go."
The kingfisher spread its wings and flew across the dark sky. The magic cloud above the head gradually dissipated, and the drizzle containing the vitality of heaven sprinkled on the world.
Withered branches come back to life, thousands of trees and thousands of peach blossoms bloom in the silent spring rain.
Ling Yang bowed slightly, saluted Huai Bai with one hand, and countless demons followed her, kneeling on one knee.
Then came the monster race, human race, and fairy race, one after another, consciously bending down, bowing down to the ground with joy and submission.
Peiyu stood side by side with Huaibai, and accepted the worship and belief of the four clans together with her.
Looking at the devastated and gradually recovering world, Huai Bai slowly made a wish: "May this world be full of vitality and be evergreen. May my way be not alone in thousands of years."
No one knew that at the bottom of the cave of ten thousand demons, a girl in purple was sitting on the ground.
The devil on the opposite side smiled and asked: "You are only a half-devil, and you are not desperate. Why did you come here? Take this road of no return."
The girl thought for a while, and said: "Xianmen is a lotus pond, bright and beautiful on the outside, but filthy on the inside. I want to shovel away the turbid sand in the water and leave a clear place. I don't love this world, but there are people I cherish in the world. , so ... I hope it changes a little bit."
All the ways in the world lead to the same goal by different routes, so why not ask for the same thing
But the path chosen is different.
The war started tragically, but ended in a soft spring rain that moistened everything.
Lingyang signed a blood contract, not to fight with the Xianmen human race in this life, and then led all demons into the secret realm of Tianhai. At the corner of the sea, the waves never stop, and the sound of the waves remains the same.
Ye Yunxin clenched her sleeves tightly, staring blankly at the leader of the demons.
Ling Yang smiled, "Do you still have the stone that was given to you when you formed the contract?"
Ye Yunxin nodded.
Ling Yang said: "Take it, come here when you miss me, my wife."
A monk in white walked on the turbulent waves, step by step, and walked slowly to the barrier between the two worlds.
In front of him, the Demon Realm was shrouded in thick black mist, making it impossible to see the future clearly.
He held a long-burning lamp in his hand, from which the star-like Buddha light overflowed, flying out like fireflies, and the stars were floating in the mist.
"Master, are you going to enter the Demon Realm?" Ling Yang asked uncertainly.
Tianxin said: "May I use my body to transform all demons."
Holding the lamp, he bid farewell to the three thousand golden lotus that became a Buddha, and without looking back, he stepped into the demon realm where the wind was howling.
…
Yunmengze is vast and misty, and the water vapor is empty. A bamboo raft skims across the mirror-like water surface and slides into the lotus.
"Picking hibiscus in the river, the orchids are full of fragrant grasses, who do you want to leave behind? The thought is far away." The fisher girl rowed a penny and sang a song of Chudi. The singing was clear and moving, and several gulls started , flapping its snow-white wings, leaping up to the blue sky.
Peiyu said, "Just stop here."
The fisher girl put down her penny and looked curiously at this fairy-like girl. The guest asked her to row the boat to the place where the lotus was the most abundant, neither picking lotus seeds nor admiring the lotus, and she didn't know what to do.
Peiyu sent her hands away, and carefully put down the jade box that she had been holding, a ripple appeared, and the jade box sank quickly, disappearing without a trace.
"Hey, what are you doing, miss?" the fisher girl exclaimed.
Peiyu didn't answer, looking at the water, tears fell into the water like dropped beads.
The jade box contains Liu Huan Gu's sword, thoughts and long journeys.
The fisher girl saw her mournful expression, her fairy-like face congealed with sorrow, flustered, and didn't know how to comfort her, so she hurriedly took out her handkerchief and handed it over, "Girl, don't cry, what's wrong with you? You see there is no war now, everyone's life is getting better and better, and it will definitely get better in the future!"
Peiyu suddenly opened her eyes wide—
A small handkerchief made of coarse cloth, with small red flowers embroidered on the four corners, which was once the flower girl's favorite pattern.
She naturally remembered that when she was young, after burying Hua Niang, the returned corpse sent her away from the mass grave, and even bandaged her scarred hands with a handkerchief.
She raised her head, and the fisher girl in front of her had thick eyebrows and big eyes, unlike Hua Niang who had experienced many hardships, her brows had the agility and simplicity of a young girl.
"Hua Niang." Peiyu murmured with tears in her eyes.
The fisher girl scratched her head, puzzled and said, "Hey, how do you know my nickname?"
Peiyu clenched her handkerchief tightly, choked for a long time, then smiled softly, feeling relieved.
The past is over, and all the pain, dedication, and suffering were originally for the purpose of meeting again in a better world.
…
The clouds and mist rolled, the morning bell rang, and the dew fell from the branches.
Peiyu raised her head, and above the green mountains and green waters, thousands of sword lights rose from the five peaks, and the young man who was rushing to listen to the morning meeting on the flying sword, had a great glow above his head, and a sea of clouds under his feet, with a wanton and brilliant smile.
Shouxian Peak is emerald green, flowers and leaves are rustling, and Yingying, swallows and swallows are chirping.
Huai Bai was standing in front of a rock, as if she was observing something, when she heard footsteps, she turned around, wearing a green shirt and emerald feathers, with a warm smile.
"Master." Peiyu quickened her pace, hugged Huaibai, and buried her on her shoulders, smelling the faint fragrance, she finally regained her composure.
Huai Bo smiled and said, "Zai Zai, look."
Under the flower tree at the intersection, there are rocks and rocks standing. At some point, a few words were engraved on the rock-"Laughing World Wide" on the left, and "Huai Bai Loves Pei Yu" on the right.
Peiyu couldn't help laughing, thousands of melancholy drifted away with the wind.
Huai Bai threw away the flower branch with the lettering, took her hand, and walked briskly down the hill, "Brother, they are coming back soon, let's go pick them up."
The refreshing mountain breeze blows, the forest flowers rustle, and the green grass sways.
The clouds and mist gradually dissipated under the warm sun, Qingshan untied the milky white tulle, and on the stone wall, the four characters "The Great Dao Bengu" carved by the Taoist ancestors have passed through the ages and are still vigilant and enlightening the world.
The avenue is lonely, this road has been walked by thousands of people and pursued by thousands of people.
And how lucky they are to meet, know each other, love each other and support each other among thousands of people.
Never walk alone again.
On the zigzag mountain road, two figures hold hands and go away, fluttering like two sand gulls between the sky and the earth.
"Peiyu, Peiyu, can I sing a song for you? When the sun goes down, I will still climb up tomorrow morning~ The flowers will bloom the same next year after they have withered~ La la la my youth bird will come back after leaving~~~~"
"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at!"
Huai Bai took Pei Yu's hand and said angrily, "Are you laughing at me?"
Peiyu suppressed a smile, "No, Master sings very well."
Huai Bai curled the corners of his mouth, in front of him was a young girl with black hair and white clothes, spotless, like the wind returning to snow, like a bright moon. She looked at Peiyu, her eyes seemed to contain two people, she smiled and approached slightly, bit Peiyu's ear, and said softly: "That day, I also made a wish."
"What wish?"
"May the love between you and me last forever."
The author has something to say: Ah, I'm done writing, there are two tentative episodes, one of the brothers coming back, and the ending of Man Man and Ji Yuehe, which can be regarded as the completion of the plot.
There are a lot of things I want to say, but I don’t know what to say. Thank you for your company along the way. In the past, Jinjiang Comments often draw, and it’s not easy to give out red envelopes. Jinjiang currency in the background decided to shed tears of poverty.