The heavy autumn mood enveloped Tang Ling's heart for twenty-seven days.
When we came down from the mountain, it was winter in a blink of an eye.
In fact, winter is good, but it is undeniable that it represents the end of a cycle. Tang Ling was a little tired and felt full of completion.
It's not that he's not strong, it's just that he's not strong enough to watch the one he loves weaken little by little every day in such a lonely world, and then calmly welcome her death.
This kind of pain was even greater than the night he lost his mother-in-law and sister. Tang Ling could not bear it a second time.
With empty eyes and a little erratic step, Tang Ling returned directly to the house.
He couldn't do anything else. At this time, he could only stay by the other side. It wouldn't be wrong to be softer at the last moment.
Tang Ling's fingers stopped on a certain song disc. He pulled out the thing called a CD and put it into the stereo that was moved to the other side of the room.
A slightly sad prelude sounded, which was very good. At least it covered up the breathing sounds on the other side that were weaker than one and the intervals between them were longer than one.
Tang Ling sat beside Bian's bed and spread out his diary.
[Day 28, rain]
I brought her here, and she slept through the day, and I was consumed by despair. It's all over.
Then, Tang Ling put down the pen in his hand and closed the diary.
This sentence is the last trace between him and the other side, assuming there are any latecomers.
The curtains are still fluttering tirelessly.
There was a drizzle outside the window, which had been drifting ever since Tang Ling came down the mountain. It brought a sudden chill that caught people off guard, and also made Tang Ling's hair and clothes feel damp.
But who cares about this
The trees on the shore are lush, like summer, and the yellow leaves floating on the lake in the distance look like autumn. Taking Bi'an's hand, Tang Ling lowered his head and looked as calm as winter.
This is the end.
At this time, the singing echoed back and forth in the room:
"If sadness is deeper than happiness,
I hope I will accompany you as well.
When you look up, there are always dense clouds in front of you.
As long as you recognize it, you will have no regrets. "
Tang Ling lit up a cigarette and seemed to go back to the night when they first met in Dark Harbor. At that moment, he lifted her veil.
"If a bitter smile is more true than tears,
May laughter be like drops of kisses.
Like tomorrow's beautiful scenery suddenly far away and then near,
There is no doubt that I still want to hold on to this feeling. "
As the smoke rose, Tang Ling narrowed his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to be standing on the beautiful road along the coast of Dark Port. He passed by him on the other side, and his hair crossed his face.
But the next moment, she appeared again, in the life and death arena between him and Tang Long. When he opened his eyes, the corner of his mouth was filled with the warmth of the other side's lips.
"No matter how low the temperature is in the current era,
How lucky I am that I don’t need to be alone all night long.
No matter what possibilities exist in the future,
And you are also the last pair of changes.
I only wish that in front of the remaining light,
Leave two eyes to see you.
Only if we can still embrace each other will we not be afraid of sudden changes.
But I’m afraid of missing you.
I only wish I could hug you and fall asleep in time,
Keep the warmest side of the world.
Spend time in the vast sea of people keeping warm,
The coldest day. "
'Bang', Tang Ling held a cigarette in his mouth and leaned his head gently against the wall. He always thought that he didn't have many memories, but only deep feelings.
It turns out that there are a lot of memories, and they are all disturbing in my heart. They are not sad, but just in a daze. It was so confusing that all the memories started to intertwine.
For a moment, it seemed like she had returned to the time when she and Shanshan were dependent on each other when she was young. She was on his back, in his arms, rubbing her ears and temples, calling "brother", and for a moment, the other side looked at her eyes. His eyes are full of love and attachment, with a gentle and faint smile
At this time, Tang Ling's thinking was a little confused. He just felt that his life was not long. In fact, he had always been intertwined with the other side. From childhood to this time, he was his childhood sweetheart, relying on each other in troubled times, sharing life and death.
"No matter how low the temperature is in the current era, I'm so glad that I don't need to be alone in the long night." Tang Ling's eyes were a little swollen and painful, but there were no tears. He finally sang in a low voice, and finally lay down next to the other side, as if he had come here. On the first night, I buried my head in the hair of the other side.
It's just that that night, the other side's body was still so warm, but at this time, it was so cold that it made people despair.
Tang Ling closed his eyes, tears flowing quietly. The long-suppressed sadness suddenly made him breathless. He could only hold Bian's hand tightly and wait for the last moment.
Even though the songs kept reverberating, everything felt like it was sinking to the bottom of life.
Tang Ling was drowsy and in a daze, as if he had seen the scene in his dream again.
"No, brother, you lied to me." Shanshan turned her head, her pale face, and stepped back step by step, holding the fake four-color velvet flower in her hand.
"They can't fly very far. They are too weak, just like me." Shanshan smiled sadly: "We can only stay in the settlement forever, right?"
The strong wind came and suddenly rolled up Shanshan's little body.
"No!" No matter whether he had dreamed it a hundred times or a thousand times, Tang Ling could never accept such a scene. He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Shanshan.
In the wind, a warm hand held him. He looked up and saw the other side. She was wearing Shanshan's clothes, as if Shanshan had been blown back by the wind and grew up in an instant.
Her eyes were warm, filled with deep attachment and admiration for herself.
"Tang Ling." She smiled and called Tang Ling's name, then landed, hugged Tang Ling gently, and rubbed Tang Ling's temples: "Brother."
Tang Ling was stunned for a moment, then hugged him tightly.
"Brother, do you want to give me a real four-color velvet flower? Will such a four-color velvet flower fly very far?" Bi'an leaned on Tang Ling's shoulder.
"I" Tang Ling remembered. He had indeed been carving a four-color velvet flower, but he hadn't finished it yet.
He always has endless things to do, one battle after another.
He suddenly remembered the sentence in the diary of a survivor: 'I realized that I had never been in the rain with you, and if it hadn't been for this despair, would I have thought of doing something like this with you in my lifetime? What about something? '
But I was different. Why didn't I give that gift in the end? !
Tang Ling let go of the other side and began to search in a panic, trying to find the unfinished four-color velvet flower.
But no matter how I look for it, I can't find it.
Tang Ling's heart was filled with regret, sadness, and sadness, and then he suddenly woke up.
The singing was still echoing in the room. The rain outside the window stopped unknown when, and the warm light of the setting sun fell faintly into the room.
Actually, fell asleep
Tang Ling shook his head and tried to wake himself up, but his face turned very ugly the next moment. Was the other side saying goodbye to him in his dream just now
Tang Ling was extremely sensitive at this time. He sat up and placed his trembling hand on the end of Bian's nose.
Very, very weak breathing, but the other side is still alive!
'Huh', Tang Ling took a few breaths, his mood relaxed slightly, but suddenly it became heavy again. That moment will always come, even if it's not now
But!
Tang Ling suddenly jumped up from the bed and took out the Xingyin Dingwei Blade. He was looking for the four-color velvet flower. This thing has always been very important. Tang Ling always carried it with him. It was in the space. .
Almost impatiently, Tang Ling opened his own space, but the next moment, Tang Ling was stunned.
His space was filled to the brim, because he had picked up a lot of debris from the deserted island before, such as soil, trees, etc., and at the edge, there was the body of Wu Chanzhu.
**
Bury him.
Tang Ling couldn't hate him. If he compared his love for the woman from the Star Council to his love for the other side, he really couldn't hate him.
It was because he and Bian An were about to face death, and Tang Ling's complicated mood made him decide to complete the matter of burying the Wu Chan Pearl.
Wu Chanzhu's body was taken out of the space, and at this moment a little strange thing happened.
The moment Wu Chanzhu's body came out of the space, something seemed to explode and all kinds of debris scattered on the ground.
It was hard for Tang Ling to have any other emotions at this time, but as smart as he was, he quickly understood the reason even if he didn't deliberately think about it.
Wu Chanzhu should have a storage item similar to the Xingyin Dingwei Blade, but it should not be as advanced as the Xingyin Dingwei Blade, and it directly opens up a different space.
The black snake bead was dead. Regardless of whether it had no energy support or mental support from the black snake bead, the item finally lost its effect and exploded, so all the items inside were scattered.
Life on the other side has entered a countdown, and burying the snake beads is already a waste of time. Tang Ling can't even bother to pack up these scattered items.
Lakeside.
In less than a minute, Tang Ling had already dug a hole. A hollowed-out tree could barely be regarded as a coffin. Tang Ling put the black snake bead into it.
Then he stood aside and lit a cigarette.
Anyway, the scenery here is very good. Staying quietly in a fragment of time and space in the turbulent flow of time and space, sleeping under the shadow of the lake breeze and trees, I believe Wu Chanzhu will not object.
In fact, Tang Ling also chose the hilltop where he and Bian An would finally rest.
If you want to ask why? The answer is actually simple. Although the lakes and mountains are beautiful, Tang Ling is sensitive to the fact that the mountains that are incompatible with the surroundings, like winter, retain the truest rules of time
Tang Ling wanted to be closer to reality with Bi'an.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Tang Ling began to bury the snake beads with soil very quickly, because the other side was still waiting for him.
This is like a superman's power compared to previous civilizations, and it can do these trivial tasks quite quickly. Is this good news
Soon, a small, lonely-looking dirt bag was built on the shore of the lake. Tang Ling stood here in silence for five seconds.
Even if it is a final farewell.
In the next moment, Tang Ling held a packed small bag in his hand. He wanted to stay by Bi'an's side to complete this four-color velvet flower.
If the other side has completely fallen asleep before it is completed, then it must be completed. This four-color velvet flower should accompany him on the other side.
Not far behind Tang Ling, the energy shield was shaking very quickly. Even at a glance, you could feel its anxious mood. Perhaps it was because he knew that Tang Ling was going to die
Tang Ling glanced at the energy shield with an apologetic smile. He smiled apologetically because the promise might not be able to continue.
**
Back inside, the sunset was almost gone.
The ink blue belonging to the night began to bloom in the sky, and the singing that was not turned off continued. Tang Ling stood at the door of the room, but suddenly lost the courage to open the door and go in.
Or should I not bury Wu Chanzhu? Should you always stay by the other side? At a time like this, how could you let something like this bother you and the other side
But it happens at times like this that people become fragile and start to be full of illusions.
Just like Tang Ling would imagine, the afterlife described by pre-civilizations. According to pre-civilizations, only those who are kind enough during life can be relatively happy after death.
He wanted to do a kind thing to bless himself and the other side, so that he could have some happiness after death.
Putting his hand gently on the doorknob, Tang Ling almost used the greatest courage in his life to push open the door of Bian's bedroom.
Could it be that I can no longer hear the breathing on the other side
Could it be that the other shore is just the moment I leave
Tang Ling was like a little boy who couldn't help but want to cry when he thought about it. He stood helplessly in the already dark room, his head lowered, as if he was waiting for trial.
'Hiss', a gentle inhaling sound sounded, which seemed to be stronger than before.
'Huh', and then the sound of exhalation came again. The rhythm of the intervals seemed to be shorter than before, unlike before, every exhalation seemed to be losing one's own vitality.
Tang Ling suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with disbelief.
He didn't dare to move. He was afraid that he would be so sad that he would hallucinate. The sound of breathing would disappear as soon as he moved around, and this beautiful hallucination would be shattered.
So, Tang Ling stood like this in the darkness, with the last light of the setting sun falling on his silhouette, forming a silhouette full of fear and caution.
The sound of breathing was still ringing in Tang Ling's ears. Each sound was stronger and closer to the normal rhythm. Tang Ling couldn't help but start to laugh. This sound sounded like the most beautiful music of nature.
Isn't this an illusion? This shouldn't be an illusion, right? !
Tang Ling didn't dare to look at the other side lying on the bed. Instead, he rushed to the stereo and turned off the music!
Without the sound of music, the sound of breathing is more obvious. This is not. It is really not an illusion!
What happened? Make the other side seem to be getting better? Or is it the final 'reflection'? Tang Ling wasn't sure if there really was a flashback, but he had recently been reading books about pre-civilizations that described such a phenomenon.
Tang Ling didn't dare to turn around. He was happy and sad at the same time, and he was worried about gains and losses. He turned his back to the other side, placed his hands on both sides of the stereo, and tears kept falling from his eyes.
He was scared, just scared! Tang Ling, who had never been afraid even when faced with life and death, was so scared that he still didn't have the courage to turn around when faced with life and death this time.
The breathing sound of the other shore continues.
How long will the one-minute, three-minute, five-minute reflection last? Tang Ling had no idea.
But Tang Ling could hear that his breathing had become strong and was close to normal.
Tang Ling has repeatedly created miracles, but he is not a person who believes in miracles, because he knows that behind the miracles, there are many calculations, layouts, desperate battles, and some luck.
It is impossible for the other side to get better for no reason, but why is this the case? Putting aside such uncertain things as flashbacks, what could be the reason
After about seven or eight minutes of mental adjustment, Tang Ling was finally able to start thinking about some issues in a somewhat normal manner.
He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took several deep breaths, then walked to the door, turned on the light in the room, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and once again mustered up all his courage to look at the other side.
Under the dim light, Bi'an was sleeping peacefully, and the powerful breathing was indeed her breathing. Her previously pale and almost transparent face had also improved a bit. Although she was still pale, her lips were inexplicably thicker. Some blood color.
Tang Ling's eyesight had always been excellent, but the scene in front of him made him unbelievable. He actually rubbed his eyes, fearing that it was an illusion.
He cautiously approached the other shore again, leaned over, and observed closely with the tip of his nose less than five centimeters from the other shore.
The sound of breathing is correct.
His face became a little better, that's right.
The hand gently touched the other side's cheek, slightly restoring some warmth, that's right.
The important thing is that Tang Ling's mental power has now recovered to a certain level. He has noticed that the vitality of the other side is no longer passing away.
No! No more time passes!
Tang Ling watched silently, watching as the arms supporting his body suddenly softened and he suddenly rolled off the bed.
Tang Ling raised his arms, covered his eyes, and wanted to laugh, but couldn't help lying on the floor alone and started crying loudly.
Ever since you were born, have you never cried so freely? But it doesn't matter! It really doesn’t matter. Because she’s not dead on the other side, she’s coming back to life on the other side!
No one knows how strong it took to reach this final moment during these twenty days of loneliness.
Tang Ling felt that his heart had been tempered for twenty days, and it was no longer what it was before.
Tang Ling thought that he had gone through the longest period of growth in the past twenty days, and he had only matured at this moment.
There is a different light on his body. His view of life may be softer and warmer, and his view of life and death may be more transparent and vicissitudes of life. However, among the colors of his life, there are more gray areas, and there is no more So black and white.
Gray, too, is nice.
Actually, gray is a warm color, isn't it
Tang Ling missed the crowd these days, so he began to vaguely touch the voice in his heart and the direction he wanted.
Tang Ling was tortured by the life and death of his lover these days, and he began to revere life.
In this fragment of time and space, Tang Ling underwent the greatest training, the most meaningful training.
**
"Here." The afternoon sun was a little dazzling. Tang Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked a tomato from the vine, and threw it to the other side.
The red tomatoes drew a beautiful parabola in the sun. Bi'an took it with a smile, wiped it casually on the sarong, and took a bite.
It was very sweet, with a slight fruity sour taste. This wonderful taste made Bian couldn't help but squint his eyes and take another bite.
"Is it delicious?" Tang Ling squatted next to Bian An with a tomato in his mouth.
"Yeah." Bi'an nodded and reached out to touch Tang Ling's hair, as if petting a big dog.
"What I grew will definitely be good." Tang Ling ate the tomatoes and didn't forget to wipe the juice from the corner of Bian's mouth.
However, Tang Ling looked like he was devouring his food, and his hands were already covered with tomato juice. The more he wiped it, the dirtier it became on Bian's face.
"Did you do this on purpose?" Bian'an raised his eyebrows.
Tang Ling swallowed the tomatoes in his mouth, turned around and asked innocently, "What's the purpose?"
Looking at the painted face on the other side, there was a hidden smile in his eyes.
"Oh, it's nothing." Bian'an looked a little stupid, as if he believed Tang Ling, but the next second he wiped the remaining tomatoes on Tang Ling's face.
"You are wasting food!" Tang Ling sternly accused the other side.
But Bi'an suddenly approached Tang Ling, stretched out his tongue and licked Tang Ling's cheek, and then whispered in Tang Ling's ear: "Is this still a waste?"
The other side's breath was so hot around Tang Ling's ears. Tang Ling blushed terribly and lowered his head, looking so shy.
But he suddenly raised his head, held Bian's face, and kissed the corner of her mouth.
This time, Bian'an's eyes widened in surprise. Tang Ling was depressed and shy. This was the first time he was so bold.
Before the other side could turn around, Tang Ling had already run away and pretended to put away the tomatoes in the field.
"Hey" Bian'an felt a little funny and a little irritated.
Under the sun, Tang Ling turned to the other side and smiled: "It tastes like tomatoes."
Bi'an stopped talking. He held his chin with one hand and looked at Tang Ling's smile in the sun. This young man is very handsome. I like him very much.
Tang Ling was a little embarrassed to be seen, but he couldn't help but turn around again and again, peek at the other side, and lower his head to smile.
**
Summer, dusk.
In the clear lake water, after washing his hands and face, Tang Ling looked helplessly at Bian An, but he carefully helped Bian An also wipe his face and hands, and then held Bian An's hand and stepped on the clear shore. Take a walk in the lake.
The wind gently blew Tang Ling's hair on his forehead, and also blew the hair on the other side. The two of them walked in the sunshine, like a painting.
It’s been more than half a year.
Coming to this fragment of time and space, more than half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Time flows very fast, but people don't realize it. Occasionally when I turn to the book, a poem "Spring sleep without realizing the dawn" will always appear in Bian's mind. Isn't this kind of time full of such a flavor
In this place, the other side is safe.
She would never forget that when she opened her eyes, she turned around and saw Tang Ling's warm smile, and behind him was a huge window.
Outside the window, spring is full of scenery, and the lakes and mountains are beautiful.
Is it a dream? Or has it entered the world of death
There is something unclear about the other side. This kind of tranquility and happiness will not happen, right? However, Tang Ling picked her up from the bed.
"There is no problem with your body now, believe me." Tang Ling's tone was firm.
"You should have come out and taken a look a long time ago. I have been lonely for a long time and have been waiting for you." Tang Ling's tone began to sound a little aggrieved.
Bian'an was completely confused about the situation, so he was taken to the yard in front of the house by Tang Ling, and was carefully placed in a soft single chair.
As for Tang Ling, he had already jumped into the yard.
"Look, these are the tomatoes I grew, you know? Tomatoes, a delicious, um, fruit from pre-civilization? This is not important!"
"Look, these are baby cabbages. During these days, I often pick up two handfuls in the yard and cook soup for you."
At this point, Tang Ling looked at the other side: "You need to take vitamin supplements, you know?"
"This is a fruit tree. I stole it from someone else's yard. I guess it's an apple?"
"This is."
Tang Ling kept introducing the other side, with a boastful tone and a very excited look, as if he wanted to tell the other side everything he had not finished saying for a long time.
Bi'an's expression was confused at first, then slightly surprised, and finally turned into a sweet and gentle smile, looking at Tang Ling quietly.
At this time, Tang Ling jumped back and looked at the other side: "I didn't waste time, am I good?"
"Awesome, it turns out that being a farmer is so awesome." Bian laughed.
"You just like to praise me so much." Tang Ling scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
At this moment, Bian An hugged Tang Ling tightly: "Where are we? Am I dreaming? Or?"
The smile and shyness on Tang Ling's face suddenly disappeared, and he hugged the other side tightly. His voice became calmer: "We are in an isolated place. Maybe we can't go back."
"That's good." Bian'an closed his eyes.
"Well, it's good. It's just that when you came here, you were unconscious all the time, and you almost fell asleep." Tang Ling's hands tightened, and his heart still throbbed when he thought of that feeling.
He hugged Bian'an even to the point of pain, but Bian'an didn't speak. She was now very aware of her situation and everything.
"I'm scared." Tang Ling raised his head and looked at the other side, his eyes suddenly turned red.
Tang Ling looks a little strange like this? Bian'an stretched out his hand and gently touched Tang Ling's face with his fingers.
Tang Ling smiled: "But everything is fine now."
"Yes, everything is fine, I won't die." Bi'an suddenly smiled mischievously at Tang Ling.
"Yeah, you're not dead!" Tang Ling cheered, picked up Bian An again, and couldn't help but spin around.
Very happy, really happy, like coming from hell to heaven.
"I'm hungry."
"I'll cook for you."
"A person like Tang Ling can also cook? Can't he only know how to fight?"
"Fighting is also very good. I practice every day. I am even better than before."
**
With a 'Pfft' sound, Bian'an suddenly laughed out loud. He had been awake for more than three months, but he still vividly remembers the scene when he woke up.
After all, time is still gone, the days with Tang Ling
"Why are you laughing?" Tang Ling turned around and asked curiously.
"Why are you smiling? I'm tired. I want to rest." The sun is no longer so dazzling, and it has become softer as the evening approaches.
"You are as strong as a ferocious female beast, are you tired?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows. He was telling the truth. After Bi'an regained his vitality, he was able to slowly absorb some things full of energy.
Tang Ling would not be stingy with the other side. The resources left by the owner of the deserted island, plus the resources he had previously stored in the space, were very sufficient.
Therefore, the other side lives a more luxurious life than the top nobles outside, and is indeed very strong.
There’s no way you’ll get tired after walking for so long!
The other side was speechless. In Tang Ling's mind, it was estimated that both men and women were the same. They were all husky wild boars. They would get stronger after eating them!
As for acting like a spoiled child or something? What kind of alien language is that? I don’t understand.
But who is on the other side? It's the queen! She was too lazy to talk nonsense with Tang Ling, so she simply walked in front of Tang Ling, pulled Tang Ling forcefully, and sat down on a tree trunk that stretched diagonally to the water.
Tang Ling's resistance was futile!
The lake water is very cool and the lake breeze is very soothing. The other shore is playing with the lake water with his feet, feeling a little regretful that except for an egg, there are no other creatures in the lake.
What's that egg? It was Tang Ling, the 'mother', who fed the egg. It was said that a super-level ferocious beast had been reborn and turned into an egg.
Well, since Tang Ling said so, then so be it.
The other side believed it. No matter how absurd the world and the times were, as long as Tang Ling was true, that would be fine.
Seeing that the other side was having fun playing with the lake water, Tang Ling also started to play with it. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to control the strength. As soon as he played with it, water splashed everywhere.
"Stop." Bi'an turned his head and glanced sideways at Tang Ling.
"Oh." Tang Ling was obedient.
Bi'an leaned on Tang Ling's shoulder, and Tang Ling took out a cigarette and lit it, looking at the sky full of sunset, waiting for the stars to appear.
Being able to see stars here always feels like a very magical thing.
"Are you ready?" Bi'an asked lazily, leaning on Tang Ling's shoulder.
"Are you ready for what?" Tang Ling didn't seem to care at all.
"I mean, officially advanced to the Purple Moon Warrior." Bi'an looked into the distance and said softly.
"What do you mean? If you feel better one day, just advance to the next level. I don't care." Tang Ling flicked his toes and splashed a few water splashes.
"This is not like you, you were before"
"That was before, not now." Tang Ling was very relaxed, he was really relaxed, and he blew out a puff of smoke.
"But we have to go out, right?" Bi'an raised his head and looked at Tang Ling.
"Do you want to go out? I think this is good." Tang Ling was serious.
The other side was silent, no longer talking, but lazily leaned against Tang Ling again. After a long time, he said: "You have to go out. There are so many people who care about you outside. That day, Han Xing, Luo Li Ah, fat man, have you forgotten how sad they are?"
"Dingling, will Dingdong cry? What does Boss Huang think?"
Bian's words seemed like gibbering, but Tang Ling frowned and held Bian's hand tightly.
"Are you a little uneasy about going out by yourself?" Bi'an asked.
"No, I didn't give up on practicing. On the contrary, because of the ups and downs several times, the energy was accumulated and depleted again and again, and my body seemed to have been tempered again. It became stronger than ever." Tang Ling He's not lying. Breaking down and then building up again has indeed brought benefits to him.
The abundant energy supply allowed Tang Ling to have no worries and just make rapid progress every day.
Not only that, the quiet and leisurely life here gave Tang Ling a lot of time to study other things.
The books exchanged from the Dream Realm have become the biggest waste of time at this time.
Tang Ling's accumulation of combat skills, moral cultivation, world structure, etc. are now richer than ever before, and his current combat effectiveness is even stronger than ever before! Will the products produced by Dreamland be bad? All are top quality.
The most important thing is that Tang Ling spent a huge price in the Realm of Dreams in exchange for a scroll of bamboo slips. The bamboo slips were ordinary and the name was "Forging Eyes". However, he did not expect that this book "Forging Eyes" would actually be used by all the world. , no, it should be the most suitable book for him in the universe.
what is it? What it actually explains is the ability that Tang Ling has had with him since birth - precision instinct!
Through it, Tang Ling learned that the real name of precision instinct is not precision instinct at all, but 'spiritual eye'!
Literally means the eyes of the soul.
These eyes are real eyes, eyes of insight, and penetrating eyes. When this spiritual eye is tempered to a high and deep level, it will become truly real, begin to understand everything, and then see through everything.
Including - any law!
When he saw these explanations, even in this isolated place, Tang Ling was shocked with his heartbeat. If this was really the case, wouldn't this ability be unsolvable? From another perspective, any innate ability is useless in front of him, because his eyes can decipher its essence.
If his ability is strong enough, he can completely copy any ability, because he has seen through the essence, and isn't all essence just energy
'Energy can be transformed into thousands of things, but energy remains constant. '
'All laws are the evolution of energy. '
'The spiritual eye sees through the disguise of energy. '
These few sentences confirm Tang Ling's thoughts! It is clearly recorded on the forging eye.
Tang Ling couldn't wait to read on, and then he was shocked to find that the training methods mentioned in the training were the same as those taught to him by Boss Huang.
The only difference is that when it comes to eye training, the method of tempering the spiritual eye is more complete, and what Boss Huang taught him was only part of it.
This discovery made Tang Ling fall into deep thought.
Ever since meeting Uncle Su Xiao, everything has actually been arranged, right? Uncle Su Xiao asked him to give him change, but by mistake, it was Boss Huang who was teaching him, and he was teaching him in the right direction.
Is all this arrangement purely a coincidence? Tang Ling absolutely didn't believe it.
Who else could make the arrangements? Is it the father, no, Tang Feng
Tang Ling didn't think too much. After all, he had arrived in an isolated place, and everything in the Ziyue era seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Tang Ling lacked fighting spirit because he was content to stay with Bian An in this place.
He has not yet started the practice of eye training. This practice is very difficult and difficult to achieve in this fragment of time and space.
But Tang Ling also knew that if he wanted to, there was nothing he could do here. Combined with the desert island owner's speculation about this space-time fragment, this was actually the most suitable place for cultivation!
"What are you thinking about?" Tang Ling's silence made Bi'an couldn't help but ask.
"I didn't think about anything, I'm just a little hungry. Shall we go back to eat? We agreed to watch a movie tonight." Tang Ling put aside the disturbing thoughts in his mind and turned around to smile relaxedly at the other side.
"Okay. Then before you leave, why don't you take a look at your balls?" Bi'an asked Tang Ling.
"My balls?" Tang Ling suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this sentence
Bi'an is a girl and can't quite understand why Tang Ling is shy again.
Tang Ling definitely couldn't say more because he was afraid of being beaten.
As soon as he jumped into the water, Tang Ling dived into the lake to really see the egg. Looking at Tang Ling's back on the other side, his eyes suddenly became complicated.
A little sad, a little reluctant, and a little lost.
In fact, life here is really good.
**
The movie ends.
"John's Redemption" is a classic that is said to be very popular in previous civilizations. It is very interesting.
Bi'an took Tang Ling and discussed the plot excitedly for a long time, and then fell asleep on the sofa.
Tang Ling leaned on his arm and looked at Bi'an's sleeping face for a long time before he felt relieved. He carried Bi'an to her bedroom and covered her with a quilt.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s a sequelae? Tang Ling was always a little afraid of Bi'an sleeping peacefully. He had to watch Bi'an sleeping peacefully and breathing steadily to feel completely at ease.
He even developed a habit. Every day when he wakes up, he first rushes into Bian's bedroom to make sure that Bian'an is fine.
He was afraid that when he woke up, the other side would be gone and everything would be just a dream.
Bi'an later seemed to understand Tang Ling's thoughts. Every time, he would get up early, read a book on the bed with his clothes on, and wait until Tang Ling rushed in and give him a reassuring smile.
At night, it became quiet.
Tang Ling did not leave the room on the other side. Instead, he took out the tools and materials from his bag and began to finish the four-color velvet flower.
Now that the other side is all right, and since he has been blessed with a long life, then this four-color velvet flower must be a fine product.
Tang Ling now has rich reserves. He has super alloys, bones of super-level ferocious beasts, and related books. In the Dream Realm, he exchanged them for books on formations.
He wants to make a unique four-color velvet flower for Bian'an, which can protect Bian'an and can be worn by Bian'an at any time, which will increase her beauty.
He wanted to devote all his life's learning to it.
Tang Ling was carving extremely seriously, and from time to time he would turn his head to look at the other side. The other side was sleeping peacefully, with his limbs stretched out, and the bead hanging around his neck rolled aside.
Looking at the bead, Tang Ling's heart was filled with gratitude. It was the key to the other side's escape from death.
This bead comes from the Wu Chan Pearl. Tang Ling's amazing memory is unmistakable. During the chaotic naval battle that day, Cai Wu Zhu picked up the Wu Chan Pearl that was still alive and stuffed this bead into his mouth. Then Wu Chanzhu recovered.
Tang Ling didn't pay attention to this bead before.
The first is because under the circumstances, Tang Ling did not notice so many details. Tang Ling did not know whether the beads returned to Cai Wu Zhu or were collected by Wu Chan Beads.
The second reason is because of whether the things from the mermaid tribe are effective on humans? Next, Tang Ling was not sure whether the bead had a stimulating effect or a restorative effect.
Finally, it was because Tang Ling felt that Poseidon's Tears were the best recovery item. Can that bead compare with Poseidon's Tears
After all, Tang Ling was not a god, he was just a smart boy who was almost like a demon.
"It seems like a kind thought." Tang Ling stopped talking. He still couldn't believe in some uncertain and illusory things.
Even though his narrow escape this time had a lot to do with his temporary kindness.
He wanted Wu Chanzhu to have a resting place after his death, but Wu Chanzhu 'repaid' him with the Pearl of Life.
He seemed to be grateful for Tang Ling's kindness, but also seemed to be sorry that he, blinded by love, had pushed Tang Ling and Bian An to this point.
Some things really can't be explained.
Tang Ling stood up and put the bead that had rolled aside into Bian's pajamas again. He couldn't rest assured that the bead would be far away from Bian'an, even just a little bit.
He would always remember the surprise when he turned around and found that things were getting better on the other side in that dark night.
He began to search frantically for the reason, and finally determined his mood when he found the bead among the pile of debris where it fell.
This made Tang Ling feel that everything was destined again! Because the bead just rolled down on the other side of the bed, and it was the closest thing to the other side of all the debris.
If it is further away, will it still have any effect? Tang Ling remembered that Cai Wuzhu stuffed the beads into Wu Chanzhu's mouth.
Tang Ling also wanted to try this, but on the other side of improvement, it seemed that she could express a little bit of her own will, so she was a little resistant.
So, Tang Ling made a necklace and hung the beads on Bi'an's chest.
This works! very effective! Tang Ling's rational judgment allowed him to seize this only opportunity.
Ever since the beads were hung up, the other side has been getting better day by day. Slowly, I can eat energy-rich food. Slowly, I can open my eyes and move my limbs, although my consciousness is not yet clear.
Tang Ling was afraid that Bi'an had been in coma for too long and his brain function would be damaged. He didn't expect that this magical bead might be the reason why Bi'an was constantly being replenished with nutrients, and it was pure energy from the Ziyue era. Bi'an recovered very well. The body is even better than before the coma
Tang Ling was grateful for all this, but no matter what, he also had a new understanding of the word kindness, which was unfamiliar in Ziyue's era.
The beads were put back, but Tang Ling was stunned for a long time.
The snow-white on the chest of Bi'an's pajamas, and when he put the beads in, his heartbeat was helpless. After all, he was a normal and passionate young man.
It's just that Tang Ling has his own insistence on some things, and it shouldn't be now. Maybe, the other side
Would the other side think about such a thing? Tang Ling swallowed, packed everything up, and walked out of the house.
Outside the hospital, the stars were shining brightly.
The silence at this time allowed Tang Ling to finally calm down and think about some things, such as about advancement and this fragment of time and space.
He and Bian An read the survivor's diary together.
In fact, this survivor persisted for a year and a half before finally collapsing.
He chose to use a secret he discovered to finally bring closure to himself.
In his last diary entry, he wrote that he didn’t know if he could succeed? However, judging from everything here now, he succeeded, and the secret he discovered was true.
With a 'ding' sound, Tang Ling lit the lighter in his hand. This was a very interesting lighter left by the survivors. The 'ding' sound made Tang Ling feel good when he opened the lid.
If you can really go out, take it with you.
Tang Ling stared at the flame of the lighter in a daze. After several seconds, he lit the cigarette in his hand.
What is this secret? It is far beyond human cognition to say it, whether it is people from pre-civilizations or people from the Ziyue era.
That is this place. On the last day of every year, there will be a mysterious force that restores everything.
This is the shortest and most direct explanation Tang Ling could come up with.
If you want to make it easier to understand, this fragment of time and space is like a very powerful refrigerator, 'freezing' everything here.
In other words, everything here can only cycle in one year, and after one year, everything will return to its original state.
This is difficult to understand, but it is an ironclad fact.
The only way to avoid that force is on the top of the mountain, so the time on the top of the mountain is staggered with the time outside the top of the mountain.
The small space on the top of the mountain is the normal time rule, or it is the original normal time of this place before.
Beyond the top of the mountain, time is measured in units of 'one year'. After one year, everything returns to zero.
This return to zero is also a return to zero that ordinary people cannot understand. To give a simple example, Tang Ling once took away five packs of cigarettes in the supermarket. After the force passed, the five packs of cigarettes would neatly appear again in the supermarket. There!
This went against the most basic physical theory. Tang Ling couldn't explain how the chaos in the laws of space and time could achieve this.
Perpetual motion machine? Inexhaustible? That’s definitely not how it’s explained!
According to the owner of the deserted island, this is just the power of time retrieval. People in this space are somewhat similar to those in the Dream Realm, but they are not exactly the same. They are not real and certain existences.
This was difficult to understand, at least not by Tang Ling.
In his understanding, he only knows that in this fragment of time, the only 'real' place that applies to him and the other side is that small piece of mountain top, where the hope of his heart is.
You can't stay here for a long time, nothing lasts forever.
The power of time retrieval is also limited. When it is exhausted, the fragment of time and space will collapse.
Although even the owner of the deserted island cannot tell when it will collapse? After all, it is in a huge river of space-time energy
It is very possible that even if Tang Ling spends his whole life, this place will not collapse.
Tang Ling was deep in thought as a few fireflies flew in the grass not far from Tang Ling, and then flew in front of Tang Ling.
Here, the only life that can exist is insects.
Not to mention Tang Ling, not even the owner of the deserted island could guess the reason. However, in such a lonely place, Tang Ling cherished these bugs, and the breath of life was precious.
After watching the fireflies for a while, Tang Ling began to think about what the other side had said.
Not touched? Not concerned at all? That's fake.
If these were not enough to motivate Tang Ling to go out, then the urgency coming from deep within his heart that Tang Ling could not describe became increasingly clear.
It seems to be shouting, but what exactly will it shout
Tang Ling spread out his limbs and looked up at the twinkling starry sky. What about those stars that were hundreds of millions of years ago? was projected into this fragment of time and space.
And he and the other side, will they quietly grow old, die and disappear here? Or become a star that can have its own light in the long time and space
What does the other side think? She has a powerful talent that is not inferior to her own! She is definitely not an ordinary girl. Maybe she also wants to shine
Tang Ling felt that what the other side said in the afternoon might be an answer.
He put out his cigarette and decided to advance to become a Purple Moon Warrior tomorrow.
The same goes for the other side, and her accumulation is enough.
According to the owner of the deserted island, in these fragments of time and space, there is a huge advantage that is absolutely not available in the outside world - the law of time and space.
If you choose to advance on that mountain, you will get unexpected benefits.
Is that so? Tang Ling stood up and stretched. I don't know why, but after I decided to go out, the secret little flame deep in my heart suddenly ignited.
He felt sincerely happy, and then he couldn't help but smile.
The other side was not actually asleep. After Tang Ling left, she opened her eyes. Through the huge window of her bedroom, she could just see Tang Ling's profile sitting in the yard.
She watched Tang Ling light a cigarette, watched Tang Ling remain silent, watched Tang Ling frown and think, and then watched Tang Ling stretch and smile sideways.
The most important thing was that she could see the light in Tang Ling's eyes even from a distance, even from a side view.
She actually understood that even if there was no reason, Tang Ling was not the kind of person who could be restrained. It was really pitiful to have him trapped here.
Tang Ling is the kind of dragon in Chinese legends who wants to soar into the sky and dive into the deep sea. He wants to fly freely. He is destined to leave a mark in this era.
No one, not even myself, can be a reason to stop him.
Even if she could stop him, tie him here, and selfishly let him spend the rest of his life with him, it would still kill the deepest desire in his heart and take away the most shining half of his life.
Bi'an would not do this, she knew it. Tang Ling seemed passive, but deep down he had an initiative that he didn't even know he had, which could also be called ambition.
"Actually, I remembered everything, brother." Bi'an stretched out his hand slightly, and the shadow of his hand gently placed on the back of Tang Ling's profile, as if supporting Tang Ling.
No wonder I feel sad when I see you, and I feel attached when I think about it. Even if the childhood dependence and rubbing against each other are the memories that are stifled, how can the emotions deep in the soul be stifled
Isn't it natural to fall in love with Tang Ling? He has been his hero since he was a child. He is the figure he admires the most and the embrace that gives him the most security.
I never cared about my brother or anything else. There was no blood relationship anyway, so how could there be any burden? In this regard, Bi'an and Tang Ling seemed like real brothers and sisters. What did other people's eyes have to do with them? You will not harm others, but you will never embarrass yourself. This is your attitude.
Fortunately, I could grow up with him like this since I was a child. I feel like I haven't missed much time in his life.
A smile appeared on Bi'an's lips. She suddenly remembered a past incident from her childhood. She would definitely take it out and ask Tang Ling, was he serious at that time
Bian's eyes were a little blurry.
She seemed to see the settlement of her childhood, the short thorn bushes, the wind-swept grass, and the thick but charming purple on the hillside.
Have you forgotten why you are crying? He only remembered Tang Ling squatting next to him, using a piece of meat and a few small wild flowers to comfort his clumsiness.
She sobbed and lay in his arms, and was finally coaxed by him. She smiled happily and said like a reward: "Brother, when I grow up, I want to marry you."
"Brothers and sisters cannot get married." Tang Ling rubbed her hair, picked her up, and prepared to go home.
Bi'an curled his lips and started crying again: "I want to marry my brother, I want it."
Tang Ling was at a loss and couldn't comfort her. In the end, she could only pat Bian's back: "Okay, let's get married. Anyway, I was adopted by my uncle and aunt, and we are not related by blood."
Bi'an was on the bed, covering his mouth with the quilt, smiling broadly.
Why was this fool so serious at that time? If I remember correctly, I was only four years old at that time? He said he was not related by blood? Is he serious
There is light in the eyes of the other side.
He moved his fingers and began to caress Tang Ling's profile cheek unconsciously.
"I remember your last words, idiot." Bian'an couldn't help but mutter to himself.
So what was the final conversation
"Brother, what does it mean to not be related by blood?"
"That is to say, we are not born to the same parents, but I am still your brother."
"Oh, then can I marry you?"
"Should? No problem?"
"Brother, you must keep your word and don't lie to me."
"Well, I won't lie to you."
"We pull the hook."
"Pull the hook." Bi'an moved his fingers, as if he could still remember the warmth of Tang Ling's thumb when he pulled the hook that day.
Looking up, Tang Ling was gone, but Tang Ling's footsteps could be heard outside the door.
Bian quickly pulled the quilt, lay down, and pretended to sleep.
Tang Ling walked into the room and was surprised to feel that Bi'an's breathing was a little quick. After all, everything could not escape the instinct of precision.
Are there any problems on the other side? Tang Ling rushed over without thinking, lay down on the other side, felt her heartbeat, and carefully felt whether the vitality of the other side was passing away again.
The vitality has not passed away! But why is the heartbeat so fast
Tang Ling stared at Bian from above for a long time. Bian's face began to turn red quickly. Tang Ling's whole body felt hot and he almost clenched his fists.
After more than ten seconds of silence, Tang Ling's heartbeat approached the critical point. He roared before leaving the bed on the other side.
"The other side, I've decided. I'll advance tomorrow, and you want it too, you know?" Tang Ling pretended to be indifferent.
Bi'an suddenly felt extremely angry and sat up: "Did you come in just to tell me this?"
"What else?" Tang Ling couldn't think of what else he should say. Could it be that Bian An pretended to be asleep just so he could have something to say to himself
"No, I'm sleepy and want to sleep." Bian'an lay down, but he was really angry, so he simply grabbed the pillow and threw it directly at Tang Ling.
Tang Ling could definitely hide away, but he didn't think about it. He was hit inexplicably, but he didn't dare to offend the other side, so he could only walk away muttering.
After closing the door, Tang Ling showed a smile. No matter what the future holds, no matter where you are, there will always be the other side, right
"Silly." At the same time, Bian An also smiled softly.
**
The tranquility of the years, after Tang Ling went through tremendous torture and grew up, was finally given to Tang Ling as if he was pitied by God.
Tang Ling has stayed in that fragment of time and space for 217 days so far.
But the laws of time and space there were chaotic. In the normal time and space of the Ziyue era, more than two years had passed since Tang Ling disappeared.
In an essential sense, this was unfair to Tang Ling.
Just like a genius with the same starting point, others have more than half the time than him for no reason.
But this group of geniuses is the strongest group that has appeared in mankind since the Ziyue era, and their number is greater than ever before.
They are destined to shine.
The name Tang Ling is like a meteor that streaks across the sky. No matter how bright it is when it streaks across the sky, it will eventually be forgotten if it cannot stay.
Now, the world has undergone tremendous changes. How many people still remember Tang Ling
In the wind and snow, Han Xing grabbed a handful of snow on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth without caring about whether it was contaminated.
Outside the Iron Blood City, it is also called Beyond the Great Wall.
Any existence here is full of unknowns, no creature can be underestimated, and any little detail may become fatal.
But in order to survive, in order to complete the tasks that a soldier should complete, sometimes he has to make various dangerous choices under extreme circumstances. Just like the mouthful of snow he is swallowing now, if he does not swallow it, he will die of thirst. .
A mouthful of cold snow turned into water and he swallowed it. Han Xing felt that his thirsty body seemed to be better, and he was able to concentrate again along with his senses.
He led his team to lie in wait here for three days, just to wait for a team from the dungeon. It was rumored that this team had information vital to mankind.
The credit for eliminating this team, capturing important members of the team, and intercepting intelligence must be taken.
Han Xing lay quietly in the snow and clenched his fists quietly. His operation was actually a secret operation. There was no order from above and it violated the original mission.
But we have to choose this way. During the days in Steel Blood City, no, it should be more than two years, Han Xing has been holding a huge unknown fire in his heart.
And it wasn't just him, all twelve members of his team were also filled with nameless fire.
The world has changed a lot, and today’s world structure is far from the original world structure.
The forces of the top ten safe cities have declined.
Because it is rumored that the city lords of the top ten safe cities have actually disappeared, it is very likely that they collectively went to find a secret place and then died.
Of course, the ten major forces strongly denied this rumor, and Emperor Han, one of the ten major forces, even appeared once along with people from the other three major forces.
But there is still no way to break this rumor. It is not too difficult to disguise a person in the Ziyue era.
There is only one way to distinguish between false and true, and that is to take a strong shot.
No matter who takes action among these ten city lords, none of them can be imitated by others. Their strength has reached a level that is impossible to imitate, and they all have strong personal characteristics.
Furthermore, what is the status of those who can imitate them? Is it possible to imitate it
Therefore, under such circumstances, the Star Council could not be quiet at this time, and began to provoke some emerging forces to take action, constantly testing the bottom line of the top ten safe cities.
In the Ziyue era, they were never afraid of virtue not being matched, they were only afraid of strength not being matched. Since the pillars of the top ten safe cities are no longer there, they naturally have to part with what they have.
The war started again, although it was only a small-scale local war.
This is an alternation of old and new forces, an irresistible law of history. These are the original words released by the Star Council.
Thinking of this, Han Xing let out a low 'poof'. He had never had a good impression of the Star Council. If he instigated war and openly used history to cover it up, he must be fooling a fool.
Over the past two years, Han Xing, who has experienced too many things, even began to suspect that the disappearance of the big city lord was the news released by the Star Council
But what is polite is that in the face of provocation, the ten safe cities, which have always been strong, and even Zhengjing City have adopted a patient attitude.
It really allowed those emerging forces who were provoked to take advantage of it.
This also made the guessers more convinced of their suspicions, so they made further progress and became more aggressive.
However, although the attitude of the top ten safe cities on the matter of city owners is unpredictable, their status is also destined. They are not soft persimmons who can be manipulated by others.
Even if the worst possibility is true and the city lord has disappeared, what about the talents and geniuses that have been cultivated through years of accumulation
Therefore, when a certain point is reached, the top ten safe cities are ready to start counterattack.
The emerging forces that have benefited can no longer stop. They are pushed to the front of the stage and their faces are torn apart. They are destined to never go back to the past.
The two sides began to fight, and the level of the war changed from a small-scale dispute at the beginning, to a regional war, and in the end there was a trend of all-out war!
If this is the case, the Iron Blood City will no longer be safe. This will definitely be the biggest war, larger than the original battle between the Dragon Army and the Star Council.
At this time, what no one expected was that Iron Blood City took action.
It’s a 16,000-word chapter. It’s been really hard to write the chapters these days. After my emotions sink, I feel a little suffocated even when I breathe. I don't know about other authors, but I personally write books based on experience. Well, the song in the last chapter is called "The Coldest Day". I recommend listening to my brother Leslie Cheung's version. This is one of the songs I decided on when I was writing Dark Moon.
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