Zhixiang is very beautiful. She was so when she was young. After she was old, even with white hair and wrinkles, she was still beautiful. She closed her eyes with a smile.
Gone, one after another, in this thousand years, one after another left.
Whenever a familiar face closes his eyes and leaves the world, Meng Hao’s sadness will be much stronger. He often laughs miserably. He can confine the sky, but facing the curse of Luo Tian in this heyday, he has no alternative.
Luo Tian's curse is clearly a kind of torture, torturing and killing his killers, watching the changes over the years and the vicissitudes of life in loneliness all his life.
This is a kind of tactics, but also a kind of scheming. With this technique, with this strategy, when he is gradually weakened, his enemies will decay from the bottom of his heart.
Only in this way, Luo Tian seems to have the possibility of victory!
Meng Hao knew this, but he could not be cold-blooded, could not ignore it, especially his adoptive father Ke Yunhai was also weak. When he was about to return to the ruins, Meng Hao cried, he knelt in front of Ke Yunhai’s bed, like Tears shed tears like a child.
"What are you crying... I can live for thousands of years now, can see you, see Jiusi, the foster father is satisfied..." Father Ke looked at Meng Hao lovingly, raised his hand, and weakly stroked Meng Hao's head. , The light in his eyes slowly dimmed.
In the past thousand years, at the same time that many people died, the monks in the mountain and sea world also appeared in this development. Within the boundaries of mountains and seas, it has become a new generation of the world.
There began to be conquests, and there began to be mutual internal fights, but under the rules of the mountain and sea world, all of this was controlled within a certain range.
The years are still passing by, taking away the mountain and sea repairs one after another, until another thousand years have passed, when the Ksitigarbha passed away.
Before he left, he took the initiative to find Meng Hao. At Meng Hao's place, he looked at Xu Qing and Meng Hao. His old face showed a rare kindness.
That night, he returned to the market.
Then there are grandpa, grandfather, Fan Dong'er, and the clansmen and friends around Meng Hao. Their return to the ruins is like a knife pierced into Meng Hao's heart.
Xu Qing's hair was all white at this time. The reason why she hasn't returned to the ruins is because Meng Hao feeds her life full of blood every day.
But she was so old that she was almost withered and could only lie on the bed, but her eyes were always gentle, staring at Meng Hao, as if she could not see enough for a lifetime.
But she was not dissatisfied, she was very satisfied. The only thing she regretted with these thousands of years of company was that she did not give birth to children for Meng Hao. It was not that she did not want to, but that she did not.
She didn’t want her children to suffer from this curse...
The long river of years has gradually flowed, and another thousand years have passed, and the number of deaths has reached an unprecedented level. In this thousand years, countless older generations of monks have all returned to the market one after another. Those who participated in the mountain and sea battles, What still exists at this moment is already insignificant.
Even if Shui Dongliu persisted for thousands of years, he still closed his eyes. Before he died, he was smiling. He gave Meng Hao a jade slip and pressed the jade slip tightly in Meng Hao's hand. , Shui Dongliu's eyes revealed a wise light.
"Remember... After reading it, remember it in your heart and crush it. This is the old man's deduction... Hope of breaking the curse!"
Meng Hao took the jade slip and took away the soul-seed of Shui Dongliu, and when he sent it into the iceberg, he finished reading the jade slip and crushed it to pieces, revealing a sense of persistence in the depths of his eyes.
Time wandered again, and some people who were still struggling slowly couldn't hold it back. Their lifespan was cut off. Only the ancestor of the mountain chose to sleep, making the time that it supported was stretched infinitely.
Hundreds of years later, a close relative of Meng Hao passed away.
She is Fang Yu, Meng Hao's sister, and Sun Hai's wife. The couple have supported them for a long time, but they watched their children helplessly. After generations of death, their hearts have been hurt to the extreme.
When the last junior they loved closed his eyes, the old Fang Yu took Sun Hai's hand, and the couple returned to the market together.
Meng Hao took away their soul seeds, stood there silently, remembering a lot of the past, toward the scenes of the year, toward the sister's protection of himself, unconsciously, tears are already in his eyes, for a long time, his parents are here On the side, the same sorrow, with hazy tears.
"I will definitely let your reincarnation... start again!" Meng Hao silently said word by word in his heart.
Six hundred years after Meng Hao’s sister and brother-in-law passed away, in the entire mountain and sea realm, those people that year still exist, except for Xu Qing and Meng Hao’s parents, there are only a few, one is Wang Youcai, the other is Fatty , And Dong Hu, and Pill Ghost, and Chu Yuyan who didn't want to wake up.
All the others have returned to the ruins, and the soul seed is taken away by Meng Hao.
Xu Qing barely existed because of Meng Hao’s blood. Meng Hao’s parents were fused with the mountain and sea butterfly, so it lasted for a long time. Dong Hu insisted on that magical bead. As for the master's pill, it is a pill. , So it can be supported.
The first person who could not sustain it was Wang Youcai. In this year, he laughed in the vicissitudes of life, his lifespan disappeared, and his death made Meng Hao's heart penetrated since then, looking at Wang Youcai's soul-seed. , Placing it in the iceberg, Meng Hao's tears shed again.
Compared to Wang Youcai, what makes Meng Hao's heart ache the most is... Little Fatty.
He and Little Fatty, brothers for a lifetime, stepped on the path of spiritual practice together, and have walked together to this day. When Little Fatty is dying, he will not be fat anymore. The whole person is as thin as a skeleton. Children are also one step ahead of him.
He lay there silently, looking at Meng Hao beside him, wanting to laugh, but he didn't have the energy.
"His grandma... Meng Hao, fuck Luo Tian for me... You must win. Then I will rely on you to untie the curse and let me reincarnate and awaken the memories of previous lives..." When the little fat man swallowed his last breath, Suddenly roared, after bursting out all his strength, he closed his eyes.
This year, Meng Hao's face has more wrinkles.
Compared to the mountains and seas, on the vast star, such deaths continue, but because the cause and effect between them and Meng Hao is not deep, it is not obvious. Even if the yuan has an end, the time has not yet come.
If they can be detached, the curse on them will be incomprehensible and breakable.