This town is floating in the sky above the eternal world, a rootless island in the air.
There were golden butterflies flying around the town. There was no sun in this world, so they became countless luminous bodies, fireflies gathered in lanterns, lighting up the world.
Ye Changong took his hand and jumped into this world.
The world opens up for them.
Ning Jiujiu jumped down from the island-like town. He opened his arms like a flying bird, and the wind whispered in his ears.
They fell from the high school to the earth.
The eternal world is crystal clear and glows with the beauty of the spiritual state.
The earth here is composed of silvery soft particles, extremely soft. The trees are like crystal sculptures, towering and tall, like majestic palaces. Deer are running in the forest. Deer are like butterflies and are also golden. They are in the forest. Traveling through time, only retaining the instincts of life, not drinking or eating, forgetting life and death.
Ye Changong took Ning Changjiu through this dreamlike forest.
"The sea of reincarnation is the sea, the world of eternal life is the forest, and death is just a process of returning to nothingness. It never picks its carrier."
Ye Changong's words were like the breeze passing through the forest.
Ning Chang raised his head and looked at the tall forest. Even though he knew he was in a dream, he still felt unreal.
He saw no other living thing except the deer.
The ferocious jackals, tigers and leopards also turned into such cute creatures after death.
Ning Jiujiu also discovered that there was a faint line on the heads of these creatures. These lines were of different lengths.
"Are these the threads of life?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
Ye Changong said, "Well, they are the thread of life. When their threads become infinitely short, they will no longer be able to maintain the shape of a deer, but will turn into butterflies flying in the sky... Eternal life in the eternal world is also false, There is never true immortality in this world.”
There seemed to be a touch of loneliness in Master's gentle words, as if the flowers and plants on the ground were unable to do anything when they saw the heavy snow falling in the sky.
The golden deer ran past their eyes.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Then resurrection also comes with a huge price, such as my resurrection."
Ye Changong didn't answer. She just walked forward. The trees slowly passed by her eyes, gradually outlining the outline of a Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple is hidden deep in the forest. It is neither big nor small, and its shape and structure are quite similar.
Ye Changong stopped.
She looked at the Taoist temple and said, "Go home."
Ning Jiujiu knew that this Taoist temple was not built with trees and bricks, but with dreams.
Ning looked at the familiar Taoist temple woven in a dream for a long time, feeling as if he was in another world. Back then, the second senior brother took him out of the eternal world and came to Bu Ke. Now, the master has taken him away from that small town, but he can't bring him back. The broken soul was brought out of the eternal world.
They will live here and slowly restore his soul.
When he was killed by Quanfu, the Eternal Realm spent thousands of years warming him up.
Now even with Master's help, it will take at least several years.
Ning Jiujiu followed Ye Chan Palace up the stairs and walked into the temple.
After Ye Chan Palace came to Bu Kuan, her temperament became more demure and colder. She seemed to be used to living here, so even in her dreams, she had the demeanor of a pure master.
Ning Jiujiu walked behind her and slowly closed the door for her.
They walked forward together.
At the front is the life-release pool. There is no water in the life-release pool. There are patterns painted on the bodies of the fish. They grow wings and swim by the thin air. There is also a clear line of life above their heads.
In front of the Free Life Pond is the Law Order Hall. After passing through the empty Law Order Hall, there is the Book Pavilion. After the Book Pavilion, passing through two lotus halls, there is a small courtyard with a big tree planted in the small courtyard. In the original dream, Ning Changjiu I once read a book with Zhao Xianger, back to back, under a big tree. In the light and shadow leaked, flowers and plants grew vigorously.
"From now on, we will live here."
Ye Chan Palace stands in front of the Taoist Hall.
The strong wind blows, and the wind of golden butterflies flies from the sky.
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Ning sat under the big clear tree for a long time, raised his head, and looked up along the veins of the tree. The golden leaves rustled silently in the wind.
To this day, Ning Jiujiu still hears the sound of crashing meteorites in his ears, and still feels the severe pain of exploding limbs. He used his breathing to adjust the feeling of his body, allowing his mind to calm down little by little in this dreamlike world.
Ning closed his eyes for a long time, but couldn't help but think of Marry Xue Ci and the others. The sounds, faces, and smiles are still before my eyes, but they have become untouchable.
Except that he still has consciousness, he seems to be no different from the butterflies flying in the sky.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand, and a butterfly landed on the back of his hand. He brought his hand closer to him, and the butterfly did not fly away in fright, but opened and closed its wings quietly.
Ning Jiujiu discovered that there seemed to be tiny patterns on the inside of the butterfly's wings. The most peculiar thing about this pattern was that it was not symmetrical, but only existed on one side of the wings.
He frowned slightly, but before he could think about it, the door of the Taoist palace opened, and Ye Changong in a long white gauze dress walked out of the Taoist palace.
The ancient and heavy hall and the slender snow-white girl came into view.
The butterfly flew away, Ning Jiujiu was slightly absent-minded.
Ye Changong held two volumes of books. She walked to the soft grass. After hesitating, she hugged the books in her arms. She bent her calves, hooked up her embroidered shoes and snow socks with her fingers, and stepped on the soft grass with her bare feet. . A stream like moonlight flowed through the grass. She walked to Ning Changjiu's side and sat down against the big tree. Her knees were slightly bent and two books were placed at an angle.
She handed one of the books to Ning Changjiu.
Ning Jiujiu thought it was a Taoist book, but when he opened it, he found it was a story book.
Ye Changong said: "You have nothing to learn anymore. You have worked too hard these years. Just read a book."
Ning Chang's eyes fell on the scroll, but he couldn't concentrate.
Ye Changong looked at him and asked, "Are you worried?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently. After thinking for a moment, he slowly asked the doubts in his heart.
"In my previous life, I was taken away from the eternal world by my second senior brother. If so, how could I become a little Taoist priest in this life?" Ning Jiujiu said.
"Didn't you already guess the answer in the letter with Xiang'er?" Ye Changong said: "I didn't go back in time, but... jumped to a brand new world line."
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently. He looked at the butterflies in the sky and could not help but feel a sense of fear in his heart: "But even if it is a brand new world..."
Ye Changong looked at him quietly.
Ning suppressed his inner thoughts for a long time and did not continue talking.
"Don't worry too much about this." Ye Changong said: "With infinite power, all seemingly absurd things that transcend common sense may happen. This is the infinity of time and space. It makes no sense, but it can shape the facts."
Ning Jiujiu hummed and temporarily put down many thoughts in his heart.
The butterflies in the sky shed light, and they sat together under the tree and read a book.
The two read for a while, and Ning Changjiu suddenly put his hand on Ye Changong's book. He gently took her book, closed it, and placed it on the grass aside.
"Let's read the same book together."
Ning Jiujiu said, spreading his book between the two of them.
Ye Changong hummed softly.
Their eyes fell on the same book, and their reading speeds were surprisingly consistent with a deep understanding of each other.
Ning read the stories in the book for a long time. When he read the happy or sad parts, his eyes would quietly fall on Ye Changong's face, trying to see a slight fluctuation in his expression, but Ye Changong's face was indifferent from beginning to end. .
There is no night in the eternal world, and they cannot feel the passage of time.
The two of them finished reading a book without knowing it. After they shared their feelings about reading, they continued to sit under the tree together, talking sentence by sentence.
"Is there anything you want to do?" Ye Changong asked.
"Huh?" Ning Jiujiu didn't understand what he meant.
Ye Changong said: "My authority is the dream. I can do many things."
As if to prove her words, Ye Changong stood up on the tree trunk. She moved her fingers lightly, and the power of the dream swept across the earth like a wind. The Taoist temple like a crystal palace became solemn and majestic, and the golden butterflies became colorful. The grass turned green, the tree trunks turned brown, and the leaves were green.
What was unappreciable in this dream became unappreciable in reality.
Ning looked at everything familiar for a long time, but smiled and said: "Master, it's better to accept the magical power. I'm afraid that over time, I will not be able to distinguish between reality and dreams."
This seemingly real world is a dream, but the dream-like world is real at this moment.
Ye Changong hummed softly. She was petite, but she was like a real god. With a wave of her hand, the world changed back to its original state.
Ning Jiujiu felt guilty and said, "Master, you don't have to worry so much. I just need to be quiet."
Ye Changong said: "You blocked the meteor and saved the world. Now you are a patient. You can treat me not as a master, but as a doctor. My duty is to heal you and keep you cheerful. .”
Ye Changong is in the form of a girl. Although her words are naturally cold, she is also a little soft-spoken. It sounds like a childish promise made between a little boy and a little girl.
Ning looked at her for a long time, and after a moment he smiled and said: "Master is Master, not a doctor. Master's presence is better than any good remedy in the world."
"Well... thank you." Ye Changong pursed his lips, as if to express his smile.
Her coldness is innate, like a lonely star in the sky. Although her dimples are beautiful, they cannot clearly convey any emotion.
She said: "Take good care of your health. If you have any requests, you can tell me. I will agree to it as a teacher. The only thing I ask of you is to stabilize your Taoist mind, don't worry too much, and don't worry about gains and losses."
Ning Jiujiu nodded seriously.
He could predict that the days to come would be very peaceful, as peaceful as a stream flowing through here.
When the years are quiet, you will find something to do.
In the yard, Ning Changjiu and Ye Changong made a chessboard, and the two began to play chess.
Ning Jiujiu's chess skills have always been good. He defeated Xiang'er when he was in the Zhao Kingdom, and he was also awe-inspiring at the Haiguo banquet. He was also very confident in himself.
The two of them knocked down the black and white pieces leisurely in the courtyard.
After the first game of chess was played, Ning Changjiu narrowly won by half.
The two began to review the game, considering the clever move they had just made.
After collecting the chess pieces, the two played another game, and Ning Jiujiu narrowly won half the game again.
He sensed something was wrong.
In the third game, Ning Changjiu still narrowly defeated Ban Zi.
He put away the chess pieces, looked at Ye Chan Palace, and said: "Master, you don't have to give up to me, just play how you want. I can't be happy about the victory that comes from giving up like this."
"Really..." Ye Changong said softly, then nodded, "Okay."
The two began to make moves again.
Ning's long-lasting child is getting slower and slower.
He didn't know how to describe his master's true chess skills. If Xiang'er was used as the base number, it would be roughly the level of twenty-four Xiang'ers.
Game to middle game.
Ning Jiujiu looked at his pieces on the chessboard that had been killed and scattered, and sighed. His computing power was already very strong, but in the face of a more powerful opponent, he was unable to fight back and was killed without any armor.
Ning Jiujiu grabbed a handful of chess pieces and was about to put them on the chessboard and admit defeat.
Ye Changong held his hand. The little hand was cool and soft, but also filled with unspeakable firmness.
She held Ning's hand holding the chess piece for a long time, took the chess piece from his hand, picked up one, and placed it on the chessboard for him. Then she said seriously: "You are not allowed to admit defeat, and you are not allowed to admit defeat at any time, even if it is against me. chess."
Ning looked into her eyes for a long time and suddenly came to his senses, "Disciple, I obey."
"You can continue to call me master, but there is no need to call yourself a disciple." Ye Changong added.
"Why?" Ning Jiujiu was puzzled.
"Because there are only two of us in the world now." Ye Changong said: "When there are only two people in the world, their relationship must not be that of master and disciple."
Ningjiu seems to understand but not understand.
If there were only two people left in the world, what would they do
To create a new nation or even a new world
Ning Jiujiu felt his incomplete soul and smiled faintly.
The two played several more games of chess, all of which ended with Ye Chan Palace's victory.
Ye Changong couldn't bear to win anymore. He looked at Ning Changjiu and asked, "Is there anything else you want to do?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I want to go to the eternal world."
Ye Changong agreed.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "If we go too far, can we return to the invisibility?"
Ye Changong said: "Don't worry."
So the two of them entered the world of eternal life together.
The entire invisibility was uprooted by Ye Chan Palace and floated behind it, like a floating whale.
Legend has it that someone was reluctant to part with the sweet well water in his hometown, so when he left his hometown, he carried the entire well on his back with divine power and traveled a long distance together. Now because Ning has been worried about being lost for a long time, Ye Chan Palace has moved the entire entourage away. This move seems to be similar to that legend.
There was no sight floating in the air, and they were walking in front.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "We are in the eternal world now, but if the Dark Lord destroys the Thunder Lao Star, won't our world also collapse?"
Ye Changong said: "The Eternal Life Realm is part of the Lei Lao Divine Kingdom. It originates from Zhulong, not the Dark Lord. If one day, the Lei Lao Divine Kingdom collapses, the Lei Lao Divine Kingdom will also leave with the Eternal Life Realm in its arms. It’s not impressive to go there. In Dahe Town, there are still many ancient gods who have an old relationship with Lei Lao.”
Ning Jiujiu asked again: "Leilao... what is its relationship with Zhulong?"
Ye Changong said: "Zhulong is Leilao's mentor. When Zhulong hit the sky, fell to the earth, and was dying, many people wanted to eat Zhulong's body. When Leilao fought hard to save his mentor's body, he also used it to benefit him. The sword cut off its last breath."
Ning Jiujiu sighed and said: "Killing his mentor with his own hands is just to show his loyalty to the dark master?"
Ye Changong nodded and said: "Yes, after that Lei Lao occupied the remaining power of Zhulong and became the new leader of the dragons. As the king of the dragon clan, it is natural for him to occupy one of the twelve divine thrones."
Ning Changjiu's steps slowed slightly, and the dragon's roar sounded in his mind again.
The Dark Lord has not really penetrated into this world, and when he selected the God Lord, he did not care about his deeds, so Lei Lao and Jufu, carrying such heavy hatred, seized the position of a God Lord, and used it to lie dormant until they rebelled. .
Five hundred years ago, Ju's father entered the Kingdom of Lei Lao. At that time, Ju's father and Lei Lao should have made an agreement and plan for the next few hundred years, including how to settle his torn soul.
The two walked through the lush forest, and large swaths of butterflies blew past them like wind.
The two of them don't look like masters and apprentices, they don't look like lovers, and they don't look like brothers and sisters. They are between intimacy and unfamiliarity, with a certain delicate balance. This balance is in harmony with this dreamy and quiet world. Surprisingly compatible.
"Why are there no lakes in this world?" Ning asked, looking at the forest in front of him for a long time.
"Because there is water in the lake." Ye Changong said: "Water is the source of life, but it is not necessary for the undead."
"Then why are there trees and flowers?" Ning Jiujiu asked again.
"Because trees and flowers are their homes." Ye Changong said.
"Even if he has died and Wanling has lost everything, he still can't leave his home?" Ningjiu asked long and leisurely.
"Yes." Ye Changong said, "Because home is the carrier of life, and existing things need carriers to prove their existence."
"So Bu Kuan is my home?" Ning Jiujiu turned around, looked at the Taoist temple floating behind him, and asked.
"Maybe." Ye Changong said.
Ning didn't speak for a long time. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "No, it's because Master is in the Invisible, so it is my home."
The butterflies in the sky once again blew through the dense forest like the wind. On the butterfly's swaying wings, the faint lines were like ripples of smiles.
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They passed through the forest and came to a deep valley, which was full of white flowers and butterflies perched on the flowers.
They found an open space and placed the object on it.
The two of them returned to the temple, like people returning home after a long journey.
In the eternal world, one knows neither life nor death nor sleepiness.
Ning Changjiu and Ye Changong sat quietly opposite each other in the view, as if they were talking to each other, but they did not say any obscure words, they just talked about common things in the past.
"Am I... a boring person?"
Ye Changong suddenly said this.
Ning Jiujiu's heart trembled slightly, and he laughed and said: "How could Master think so?"
Ye Changong said: "In the dream of the first three years, you and Xiang'er, Si Ming, and Yueyue lived very happily, and the laughter never stopped. Three years was just a snap of the fingers. After it was over, I only felt short and reluctant. But I can't be like them. It's hard for me to even smile and cry. I should be behind the scenes rather than on the stage. I..."
"He's a boring person."
Ye Changong said this. At this moment, she looked like a young empress, sitting in a desolate palace, looking up at the caisson of the royal palace, lamenting the life of a lonely person that could be forgotten at a glance.
Ning Jiujiu interrupted her thoughts and said with a smile: "People enjoy the richness when eating stone pots, the bitterness when drinking tea, and the sweetness when drinking stream water. They are all the beauty of life. There are no advantages or disadvantages. I am lucky to be able to realize these things after being saved by Master. If I continue to pick and choose, I will really lose my conscience."
"Really?" Ye Changong whispered, seeming to be asking himself.
Ning Jiujiu smiled and nodded, "Well, Master, you don't have to think about interesting and boring things."
Ye Changong shook his head and said: "I was wondering if you are completely unconscionable."
"Uh." Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and met Ye Changong's clear eyes with a slight smile.
Ye Changong lowered his head and said, "I want to try telling a joke, but is it still so... boring?"
Ning Jiujiu immediately shook his head, "No, it's very interesting."
"The words are interesting?"
"Hmm...it's interesting Master."
"Oh." Ye Changong also sighed, his words still touching: "You are really..."
"Too unconscionable." Ning Jiujiu completed her words.
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Time passes slowly.
The following days were still so calm, like a tune with no ups and downs.
They would sit under a tree and read together, or tell each other stories, and sometimes they would go on a journey that stretched thousands of miles with no hope. However, although the world was beautiful, it was still monotonous and lifeless.
Ye Changong is like an exquisite porcelain doll, her appearance and words are always calm and unhurried. She is not like Lu Jiaomei who will deliberately put on the airs of her master. On the contrary, she is as close and peaceful as possible, but still It gives people a sense of superiority and alienation.
Ning Jiujiu would sometimes try to annoy her deliberately to see the limit of his master's calmness.
However, Ye Changong only showed a slightly helpless look. Sometimes she would catch him and give him a symbolic slap on the palm like Lu Married.
They can't see the passing of spring and the coming of autumn, and they don't know how long the days have passed. Eight years is a definite period, but it is vague to Ning Changjiu. He always remembers his promise to them.
One morning.
Ning Jiujiu woke up from the bed. He suddenly found that his clothes had become a little smaller, and there was a loose feeling visible to the naked eye when he tied his clothes.
He told Ye Chan Palace about this matter.
Ye Changong said: "It should be because you think about it day and night, so you lose weight."
Ning Jiujiu wondered: "Will the soul also lose weight?"
Ye Changong said: "Maybe."
Ning Jiujiu asked again: "How long has it been now?"
Ye Changong said: "One month."
"One month... only one month?" Ning Jiujiu was stunned. He thought at least half a year had passed.
Ye Changong said: "If you are with me, will your days be like this?"
"Of course not." Ning Jiujiu shook his head.
Ye Changong thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's not my boredom."
"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.
Ye Changong said: "This is our dream. Dreams can be anything you want. It should be more exciting."
As she spoke, Ye Changong took out a piece of rose-red paper from her arms. She drew something on it with her finger, and the paper became more and more colorful.
She handed the paper to Ning Changjiu and asked, "This is a marriage letter, do you want to accept it?"
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