Someone tapped his head lightly, and the surrounding scene suddenly scattered like ink and rouge, revealing golden-red magma and gray lava. Fuxi grabbed in his direction, and a silver-white moth flew from his hair and was imprisoned by the golden light in Fuxi's palm.
"Is that Wu Yuli's moth?" Qi Yin was taken aback.
"Did you fight him before you came?" Fuxi waved his hand and released the Gu moth, "He put the Gu moth in your hair and came here with you. This moth bites the flesh and can cause hallucinations. , but it's not very toxic, so don't worry."
The moth was hiding all the way in his hair? Qi Yin's scalp was numb, he took off the headband, inserted his ten fingers into the braid and grabbed it several times, making sure there was nothing else on his head before he felt at ease. Looking back, Bai Lu was squatting on the edge of the magma river, motionless and dazed. The firelight reflected on his pale and transparent face, and the fireworks dimmed in his eyes, but they could not illuminate the darkness in his heart.
Such a tragic past, even if Qi Yin regards Wu Yuli as an enemy, he cannot help but be moved. I still remember the first time we met, when Wu Yuli was still Meng Qinghe, he was playing the zither alone on the upper floor of the Ziji Collection of Sutras. Plain clothes and white clothes, a gentleman is polite, and there is always a gentle and elegant taste when he smiles. Seeing him like that, how would you know that he was covered in bruises and wounds, and his heart was buried in the abyss
"Old Bai..." Qi Yin wanted to pat Bai Lu on the shoulder, but reached out his hand but only touched the phantom. In the retrospective of the golden goal just now, both of them are both spiritual and spiritual, and they can touch each other. Now it is one person and one soul, and nothing can be touched.
"Qi Yin," Bai Lu said hoarsely, "I am a cowardly and useless god. From the beginning, I was running away. In fact, I knew for a long time that he must have suffered a lot. I died in battle and waited for him. The ending is either exile and beheading, or being buried in the tomb of the gods. I can't do anything, I can't beat the gods, I can't beat the damn fate, I can't protect my great witch. I'm afraid to face him, I'm afraid to see him, I think As long as I die, as long as I close my eyes," Bai Lu burst into tears, "The world has nothing to do with me, and everything is left to me!"
In the thick rust red fog, the rocky boulders are thick black shadows. Qi Yin stood beside Bai Lu, silent.
"Qi Yin, I won't hide anymore." Bai Lu said softly, "He is my only friend, and in this world, only I can save him."
"What are you going to do?" Qi Yin asked.
In the repressed silence like a tombstone, Bai Lu raised his silver eyes full of sadness and despair, and said word by word:
"Send him in peace."
There is no other way, this is the only relief. Qi Yin remembered that Bai Lu told him when he was chatting before, why the gods didn't allow Mortal Spirit to cross the Forgotten River Xinghai with his memory and go to the next reincarnation. Because of the mundane world, life, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, all the ups and downs, life and death disasters, are stored in the mind in the form of memory. Memories are dust and swamps, too much of which will seal the heart. So God let them traverse the Forgotten River, the sea of stars flowed, took away their memories, and washed their souls. They are reincarnated, they are reborn, they open their eyes, and they become white paper children again.
Therefore, in the most distant ancient times, in the world of gods and witches, "immortality" is the most cruel curse. Because this curse will make people forever sealed in the barren city of memory, unable to get rid of it, there will never be peace. It is a pity that later people are ignorant, and longevity has become the yearning of all immortal seekers.
Only when you die can you truly be reborn.
"After he died, send me back to the other side," Bai Lu asked in a hoarse voice, "Qi Yin, can you do it?"
Qi Yin was silent for a long time and said, "Old Bai, you just said something wrong."
"What?" Bai Lu was taken aback.
"You said that Wu Yuli is your only friend, you are wrong, so am I." Qi Yin Xuxu bumped his fists with him, "Don't worry, I will do what I promised you, Qi Yin."
Bai Lu looked at him deeply and said, "Thank you."
He turned into a white light and returned to Qi Yin's heart. It was as if my heart was in a pot, and it was very boring. Promising to help others die, and killing himself by the way, this is probably the greatest thing Qi Yin has ever done. He laughed at himself, took a deep breath, and asked Fuxi: "Master, I can ask if you didn't intervene, what would the fate of the year be like? Would it be worse than what happened now?"
Fuxi didn't answer, just flicked his sleeves. The chart of fate rose around them, the stardust was woven into mountains, rivers and wasteland, and there were demons and peoples. Qi Yin held his breath unconsciously, he saw the huge white deer lying on the ruins of the temple, blood gushing out of it, flowing into a river of blood, down the mountain. This is the real body of the white deer, as majestic as a mountain. When it fell down, it crushed the entire mountain top of Bashan. Countless demon leaders climbed on its gray-white body, slashed its antlers like dead branches with bronze knives, and drilled its undulating bones with iron cones. The slaves knelt at the foot of the mountain, weeping mournfully.
Qi Yin's eyes almost shrank to the tip of a needle, "They... are killing gods?"
"good."
"How dare they!" Qi Yin couldn't believe it.
Fuxi asked calmly: "My child, when you walked out of Wutang, did you expect that in the not-too-distant future, you would slaughter Wufang with your own hands?"
The bustling world is for profit, and the bustling world is for profit. Demons and mortals can't escape a word of desire after all. Breaking people's fortunes is like killing their parents, not to mention Wu Yuli and Bailu want to divide the land between the people, how can those princes and nobles agree? Qi Yin was silent, removing the desire for profit, thinking about it, if Fuxi dared to touch Fulan, he would also dare to screw off Fuxi's snake head.
Fuxi took back his fate plate and said, "If I hadn't intervened, Wu Yuli reformed, the southern Xinjiang rioted, and Jiang Yang was killed by his own people in the ruins of Bashan. Wu Yuli would have been made a criminal and buried in the tomb of the gods. Three thousand years later, the world will be destroyed and revenge. As I said, fate is the end of the river, no matter how the river changes, it will eventually rush into the sea, and it will never return. It is my only way to keep the heart of frost and snow and give you a chance to survive. "
He flicked his sleeves again, and the sword that had been snatched by the snake witch rose up from the mud and returned to Qi Yin's hands. Fuxi nodded towards him, "Have you found the place where Fu Lan was born again?"
Qi Yin said, "It's on the moon, right?"
Fuxi nodded, "Yes, every time that child dies, his soul will return to the moon. Fu Lanhua reshapes his heart and body, and the moonlight ladder sends him to the temple of Chin. I always gradually forget where I came from.”
"..." Qi Yin frowned, "Is it related to the damage to my brother's spirit? Goddess Baiyu said that Wu Yuli had cleaned my brother's memory, and his soul-cleansing technique had hurt my brother's spirit."
"Oh?" Fuxi said, "Is that so? However, as far as I can see, apart from the nick that preserves the spiritual palace of the brain, there is no damage to Fu Lan's soul."
Qi Yin opened his eyes slightly, what does it mean that there is no damage? If there is no damage, how can his brother not remember the last life
"Okay, my time is up," Fuxi sighed softly, "you should go, child."
As soon as he finished speaking, the fiery flames all over his body shrank instantly and rolled into a huge vortex. His golden figure gradually melted away, as if it was evaporated by flames, but for a moment, only a vague outline remained. The whirlpool sucked Qi Yin, and Qi Yin was stunned for a moment. He hurriedly inserted the bone cutting knife into the rock, tried his best to stabilize his body, and shouted: "Wait, I haven't said goodbye to my brother yet!"
"I have lifted the curse of you and your friend, and the child named Yunzhi is also safe. I will send you to five hundred years later, when Fu Lan is reborn." Fuxi turned around, the red-gold snake's tail pierced. The inch disappeared, "It will be indefinite in the future, my child, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the gods of the heavens will protect you and move forward safely."
At the same time, the same vortex opened in the underground flower forest outside Youli Diyuan, instantly sucking Yun Zhi, Qi Lingshu and Black Cat into it.
"Wait, you let me meet my brother!" Qi Yin shouted.
Suddenly there was a sound in the world, the silence subsided, and the magma rolled in the gust of Fuxi's swirl of flames. Time resumed its normal flow, Qi Yin turned around and saw Fu Lan hugging Murong Changshu, leaning on the back of a big rock with red shrimp.
"Brother!" Qi Yin yelled.
The bone-chopping knife in his hand suddenly made a mistake, and the rock stuck at the tip of the knife shattered, and the blade shook violently. Qi Yin couldn't stabilize his body, and half of his body was sucked up by the whirlpool. The gust of wind was like a blade, shaving sharply, and Qi Yin could hardly open his eyes. Fu Lan tried her best to reach out to him, trying to reach his fingertips.
Qi Yin shouted: "Brother, don't look for your background anymore, don't go to visit gods and miracles. Don't go..." His throat seemed to be strangled by someone, and the word "Wufang" could not be uttered. , Qi Yin no longer struggled, and shouted: "You want to live in peace, don't you know!"
"Xiao Yin..." Fu Lan opened his eyes wide, wind and flame intertwined in his eyes, and anyone could see the sadness in his eyes. He asked, "Are you leaving?"
Endless sadness was surging in her chest, and Qi Yin felt that her whole body was about to be torn apart. Qi Yin cried out in tears: "Brother, remember, I will come to you, I will definitely come to you! No matter how many years, we..."
"Xiao Yin..." Fu Lan tried hard to reach Qi Yin's hand.
He has always been a foolish person, with an empty heart, no sorrow or anger. But at this time, a huge desire suddenly appeared in his heart. He wanted to speak out loud, like a dying person, exhausting his last strength, to express his lifelong hope. Only in this way can we rest our eyes, and only in this way can we not be forgotten, and we will not become a homeless lonely soul. He breathed hard, tried to shout.
Little Hidden…
Little Hidden…
Little Hidden…
The moment when the two hands were about to touch the fingertips of each other, the bone cutter finally came out of the rock, Qi Yin was caught by the wind, and the whole person rolled back like a leaf, disappearing into the depths of the swirl of flames. place.
His voice was shattered by the wind, but his last screams could be vaguely heard—
"We...will definitely meet again!"
The flame shrank in an instant, as if it was bitten by a bite, dissipating into ten thousand broken golden light.
Fu Lan fell to the ground, her right hand still tightly protecting the little baby in her arms.
"Xiaoyin, you can stay, don't go?" Fu Lan said softly, but no one heard.
Crescent Valley.
The sun hangs in the west, and countless small trees with feather brooms, with flying leaves, stand as tattered silhouettes in the boundless sunset. Wu Yuli stood on the cliff, purple firefly butterflies fluttered around him, his empty eyes looked into the distance, as if he was looking at the vast wind and smoke, the setting sun covered the mountains and rivers.
"Lord Ah Li!"
Wu Yuli turned his face back with the immature child sound beside him, the setting sun shrouded his extremely beautiful facial features, showing an unreal feeling. A few children clambered up the cliff, surrounded by ducklings and chatted.
"Lord Ah Li, will the White Deer be very fierce?" the children asked.
Wu Yuli raised his eyebrows, "No, God is a small child."
A female doll pinched her fingers shyly and said in a low voice, "We are afraid that God will not like us."
"No," Wu Yuli smiled lightly, "God likes beautiful children the most, and the children in our Crescent Moon Valley are all good-looking."
The children's eyes lit up and their faces flushed with joy.
"When will God come home?" the children asked.
This time Wu Yuli didn't answer, the butterfly wings fluttered and flew up and down. A sharp light suddenly flashed across the sky in the southwest, far beyond the heavy mountains, and the light and shadow oscillated vaguely. With the light gap as the center, faint ripples appeared in the sky, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Wu Yuli narrowed his gray eyes and said softly, "It's coming soon, it's coming soon."
The purple firefly butterfly flew out of the cliff, plunged into the wind and smoke, passed through the fog, and came to the end of the sun. The city on earth spreads out under its thin wings. In front of it is the golden light barrier that stretches across the earth, and countless walking corpses gather on the side, like an army of ants. Their swarthy heads were swayed and dense. Looking around, the corpses wandered endlessly.