The wind was turbulent and turbulent, scraping his face like a blade after another. Wu Yuli stood in the center of the storm and couldn't even get close to him by half a foot. Qi Yin's two-handed swords were placed behind his elbows, and a stream of air was cut from the left and right. The wind disintegrated on the edge of his sword, and the strong wind couldn't stop him from rushing. The boy's movement is more agile than before, and the ruins of Lingshan have exercised his skills. He is approaching Wu Yuli in the wind at the speed of a sharp arrow.
Wu Yuli took out the bone flute unhurriedly and put it under his lips. The melodious sound of the flute scattered in the snow and snow, and he was surrounded by the embers wrapped in the whirlwind, and the whole person was cold and sullen.
As soon as the flute sounded, the ground in front of Qi Yin suddenly burst, and a walking corpse in heavy black armor roared out. Qi Yin was startled, stepped on the face of the corpse and bounced back. At the moment of landing, the land in all directions burst one after another, and countless black armored corpses roared and climbed out. But in a short while, the sea of flowers was filled with densely packed iron-clad walking corpses. Following the guidance of the flute, the tide generally rushed towards Qi Yin.
"Uncle Shi!" Qi Yin yelled, "You fucking ambush me!"
Wu Yuli put down his bone flute and smiled, "A soldier never tires of cheating, child." He ordered, "Capture him alive without hurting his heart."
The mighty black armored corpse separated Qi Yin and Wu Yuli, and they pulled out their sharp long knives and slashed at Qi Yin. Countless dazzling knives are pressed down, this motherfucker is called alive? Qi Yin scolded, and the Winter Technique instantly activated, freezing all the blades and the corpse holding them into ice cubes. When the freezing reached the elbow of the corpse hand, it stopped. Qi Yin accurately controlled the field of Winter Art, which could alleviate his backlash, and he was ready to fight for a long time.
Qi Yin smashed the limbs of a walking corpse with one head, and the sword with both hands broke through the broken corpse and inserted it into the neck of a walking corpse behind. The head was broken on the edge of the sword, and a moth the size of a face drilled out of the broken neck and rushed towards him. Qi Yin let go of the sword, and the short body slid between the legs of the headless corpse. At the same time, the knife and the sword slid over the shoulders of the headless corpse and returned to Qi Yin's hands. More black armored corpses came up, and Qi Yin was surrounded. He warded off the sword shadow, and the frosty sword shadow shrouded the black walking corpse, and countless bluish-white stiff heads were cut off like rice. The dirty black blood spurted out, splashing Qi Yin's head and face.
He couldn't see the faces of these walking corpses, and there were dark figures in front of him. He just kept slashing and defending by instinct.
"Uncle Shi!" Qi Yin's sword shadow collapsed in the rush of a walking corpse, and the golden sword immediately unsheathed, cutting off the shriveled head of the corpse. He yelled: "Uncle Shi, stop! Think about my brother! He's here, he's in Crescent Moon Valley, don't you want to see him!"
"Xiao Yin, are you confused?" Wu Yuli said indifferently, "He is just a puppet of mine that I gave up."
"Puppet..." Qi Yin swung his knife and stabbed straight, thousands of sword shadows followed his slashing straight down, and countless walking corpses fell to the ground. He was actually smiling, showing his bloody teeth. This guy had just been hit in the face by someone unknown, and his mouth was full of blood. Qi Yin shouted loudly, "Wu Yuli, you lied!"
The children took Fu Lan to play in the Crescent Moon Valley. Fu Lan held the black cat and always looked absent-minded. A Jiu saw that his mind was not here, and said, "Brother, let me take you to the bedroom of Lord A Li to play, there are many treasures there."
They climbed the steps and walked a long, winding path. Wu Yuli's dormitory is far from the village, hidden behind a clump of bamboos, giving him an air of independence from the world. A boy took the lead, quietly pushed open the Qian screen window behind the Begonia tree, and climbed in on tiptoe. Fu Lan followed, and the black cat landed lightly. All you can see are bookcases and museum shelves full of booklets, and a banjo on a black lacquer case.
Fu Lan was attracted by a flowerpot on the high-footed flower table, which contained a small orchid that had withered. The petals are wilting, and the stems are as dry and hard as iron wires. He was short and could only lift his head with difficulty. Seeing that he liked it, Ah Jiu carefully moved the flower pot down and put it on the ground. The pots were covered in dust, and it was obvious that they had not been touched for a long time. When touching the flower pot, a circle of golden light spells appeared on it, and the cage generally covered the dead flowers inside.
"This is Lord Ah Li's child," Ah Jiu said. "He died a long time ago."
The black cat said suspiciously: "Isn't he a mortal, why is he still planting? How do you know this is his doll?"
"Lord Ah Li said it when he told us a story," Ah Jiu said. "Although he didn't say it explicitly, we all know that Xiao Lanhua is the child of Lord Ah Li."
"Why?" Fu Lan asked suddenly.
The boy remained silent, and everyone thought he was unhappy. He finally spoke up, and the children were very happy.
"Because Lord Ah Li has protected it very well," Ah Jiu poked at the magic barrier on the flowerpot, "As long as this barrier is there, the little orchids inside will not be hurt, just like the man-eating fog protecting us. ."
The sword shadows swept across, and the legs of countless walking corpses were cut off, and they all fell short. Qi Yin wiped the black blood on his face and said, "I have always had a question before, you cut wood into an adult, but only the flesh, where did the soul come from? You are a mortal after all, and you can't make it like Fuxi Nuwa. There are no souls and flesh and blood, and the souls of the children in Crescent Moon Valley are all brought back by you from Wangchuan Xinghai. Then, what about my brother?"
Wu Yuli narrowed his eyes.
"It's that child, right? That little orchid who died in your arms three thousand years ago!" Qi Yin said hoarsely, "You took away his soul, stayed with you in the golden coffin for three thousand years, and then injected him into My brother's body. You made a mistake in cutting wood as a puppet, he became dull and stupid. You feel guilty, you take him to the mortal world, expecting him to learn emotions. You are afraid of his death, you plant in his heart Entering Fu Lanhua, let him live forever like you. You don't want to see him, because you are afraid that you will indulge in private affairs, and the footsteps of destroying the world will be stagnant because of him." Qi Yin gasped and slashed a knife The head of the walking corpse, "But why did you seal his memory... why...?"
"Xiao Yin, don't talk nonsense any more, just grab your hands and leave your body to me." Wu Yuli's flute sound turned, and the black armored corpse roared into the sky.
"I see..." Qi Yin suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Because you don't want him to be trapped in the deserted city of memory like you!"
Memories are like rotting branches and leaves, accumulating layer by layer on the quagmire of time. Wu Yuli has been trapped in this quagmire for too long, and his suffering has formed scars that will remain in his memory forever.
All his contemporaries, gods, and demons have died. He is a grain of sand left behind by time, standing alone for a long time. He misses his child, so he reborn for Fu Lan. But he was afraid that Fu Lan, like him, was blocked by the quagmire of memory, so he sealed Fu Lan's memory so that he could not remember his previous life.
- "Lord Ali, can I go see Fulan Flowers?"
- "Lord Ali, I will become the White Deer God Fu Lanhua, you will miss me in the future, look up at the moon...you can see me..."
All the promises and expectations in the past have been quietly realized in another way. This crazy man, so persistently resurrecting Fu Lan, resurrecting Bailu, and restoring Crescent Moon Valley, Qi Yin suddenly understood that he wanted to bring everything from the past back to him in a new way.
The roar continued, Qi Yin was surrounded by violent walking corpses, the bone cutter was stuck in the ribs of a walking corpse and could not be pulled out, the two walking corpses saw the opportunity to throw him to the ground. Dead bodies came up from all directions, pressing down on the joints of his hands and feet, pressing down on his back. He threw away a few, and the golden knife cut into their armor, but soon a new corpse came in, kneeling on his wrist.
"Wu Yuli, he is your child!" Qi Yin hissed, "My brother remembered, my brother cut off the big root of the moon, he remembered everything! You go see him, go See him!"
The last shout was overwhelmed by the corpses, Wu Yuli still stood indifferently in the center of the embers, watching the foolish man screaming with all his might. How could there be such a fool in this world, Wu Yuli thought pitifully, even though his own life was on the line, he still had to remember the fetters of others. Obviously he, Wu Yuli, had personally designed to kill Fu Lan, but he still hoped that he would embrace the warmth of Fu Lan.
Maybe he once had pity for the child, but time has passed too long, and that fragile emotion has long been forgotten in the long sea of time. He has been planning for thousands of years, and what he is waiting for is today, anyone who stands in his way of extinction must die. He stepped in front of Qi Yin and looked down at the man with a bloody head.
"Xiaoyin, you are such a strange child. Your brother was betrayed by the world and died tragically. Why do you want to save these so-called common people, and why do you try so hard to bring up the child who has been dead for thousands of years in front of me?" Wu Yuli smiled sarcastically, "Do you really think that I will indulge in private affairs and give up my thousands of years of planning? It's ridiculous, open your eyes and see the mortal world you want to save. I also lived in seclusion in the mortal world, but I can't see it. In order to seize the family property, he did not hesitate to kill his brother's younger brother. In order to survive, he did not hesitate to kill his son for meat. Only my Crescent Moon Valley, the child will never grow up, only here, there will never be any intrigue, killing and fighting."
"Uncle Shi, you misunderstood. I never thought about saving the common people." Qi Yin smiled.
"Oh?"
"It's you who I want to save." Qi Yin said hoarsely, "It's you, Uncle Shi."
"Then you should sacrifice your body and save yourself the trouble." Wu Yuli showed no expression, looked at him indifferently, through his silver-gray eyes, looked at the god hidden deep in his heart. , "God, are you still unwilling to come back?"
Qi Yin stared at him and said nothing.
"Forget it, then I will cut out your heart and put it into the statue of the white deer in front of the mountain." Wu Yuli summoned the bone cutting knife and stroked the cold blade, "God, you have no flesh, and you have the body of a god statue. It's not bad to overlook the Crescent Moon Valley. You will be with the Crescent Moon Valley, and with us, forever."
Fu Lan lowered her eyes and stared at the withered little orchid, then stood up and looked at the magic weapon placed on the museum shelf. In fact, there is nothing interesting, just some ordinary spells, elixir or something. He turned around and looked at the guqin, his fingertips stroked the strings, and the music like running water flowed. He noticed a small box on the bookshelf next to the guqin. Also accumulated a thick layer of ash, forming a network.
Ah Jiu stuck out her tongue and said, "Lord Ah Li doesn't rest here much, so we didn't clean it."
The black cat muttered: "This should have not been cleaned for hundreds of years."
Fu Lan scraped off the ash, opened it, and found a bamboo flute inside.
He knew that this was the flute that Zhu Jiu and Wu Yuli cut to Xiao Lanhua three thousand years ago.
The little blue fish swam back from the window, passed the children's admiring and surprised eyes, and perched on Fulan's fingertips. Fu Lan picked up the flute, ignored the children's shouts, and went straight to the cliff. Outside the vast wind and smoke, through the small fish floating outside, he saw the battle situation in the sea of flowers.
The children came over and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Fu Lan didn't answer, just looked away slightly and asked, "Do you want to learn music?"
The tip of the bone cutter was approaching his chest, Qi Yin gritted his teeth and struggled. He thought it was over, but he still couldn't beat this old guy who had lived for three thousand years. No one can come to save him, Qi Lingshu and Yunzhi are in Moon Wheel Sky, they don't know that he has arrived here. Even if they knew, they didn't know where the Crescent Moon Valley was. His brother couldn't save him either. He had just been reborn, and his morality was not high, so he couldn't hit Wu Yuli's head when he jumped up. He took a deep breath and felt sadness in his heart. He raised his head, the sky light shining on his brows. It's not bad to die here, the scenery is good, but I still have regrets in my heart...
He was not reconciled.
A sharp sword sound came from the wind, cutting off his thoughts. He turned his head sharply, and a ferocious demonic energy entered horizontally, corroding the walking corpse that had suppressed him into slurry. The corpse pulp dripped on his body, and it hurt like a scald. Qi Yin was shocked, and quickly turned around to dodge back. Yun Zhi stepped on the sword of regret and descended from the sky, followed by Qi Lingshu, the demonic energy surged, and countless walking corpses fell to the ground.
"Master brother came to save your dog's life, how is it, are you moved to tears?" Yun Zhi fell on his side and raised his eyebrows with a smile.
"Why are you here?" Qi Yin was surprised.
Qi Lingshu reached out to him, and a spell in his hair flew into the palm of his hand, "Tracking Talisman."
Qi Yin is helpless, these bastards, one or two are hiding things in his hair.
"Thanks to your brother, I had foresight, and I guessed that you would come by yourself." Yun Zhi grinned and waved at Wu Yuli, "Uncle, long time no see, you are even more beautiful!"
Wu Yuli sighed and shook his head, "Nephew Yunzhi, you are still so articulate. I advise your master to go out to sea to find immortals, why do you want to come back again?" He turned around and put the flute under his lips, "Well, you guys If you die together, you will have company."
The flute sounded again, and all the walking corpses were shocked and looked at them in unison. The golden sword was unsheathed, and there was a hoarse and hoarse flute in the distance, one after another, as if someone had eaten a bad stomach, and the stomach was purring.
"Who plays the flute so badly?" Yun Zhi showed a sour expression.
In the sound of the flute, there was a melodious tune that flew over slowly. Countless tunes lingered together, disturbing Wu Yuli's Gu Gu bone flute. The moths inside the walking corpse couldn't make out the sound and began to turn around. Many more rushed out of the corpse directly, forming a group of colorful clouds in the air. .
Qi Yin recognized that minor tune, which once rang in the White Deer Temple and greeted the White Deer every night when he returned from the forest. Except for Wu Yuli, only his brother can do this. Qi Yin's heart was heavy and warm, it was his brother, that silly little boy. Fu Lan watched his eyes and never left.
"Two brothers, help me open a way." The saber bag behind Qi Yin's waist shook, and twelve golden knives flew out, forming a complete long sword with a cross guard in his hand.
"Understood," Yun Zhi twisted his wrists, sword shadows lined up all over his body, "When my younger brother fights, of course the older brothers will accompany him!"
Qi Lingshu pulled out the Wenxue Sword, and the magic energy rose and fell like breathing.
Qi Yin breathed out slowly, and the cold air formed ice flowers around him.
"Then," he whispered in the misty flute sound, "Let the four of us, senior brothers and sisters, die together for the uncle!"
The three people activated at the same time, and the demonic energy followed the sword shadow, smashing the ground full of corpses and moths. Yunzhi's Repentance Sword was cut across, and a circle of armored corpses broke off at the waist. Black blood splashed with demonic energy, and the three walking corpses that rushed towards him were smashed into bones. Qi Lingshu's magical energy bypassed the poisonous moths and only sucked the withered flesh of the walking corpse. Moths flew out of the corpse, and the golden knife light caught up, cutting them into powder.
The sound of the flute continued, the moths continued to scramble, the corpses fell over and over again, and no walking corpse could catch up with their rushing pace.
Good, that's it! Qi Yin jumped out and went straight to Wu Yuli in the distance.
"God, is this your choice?"
The twelve-year-old boy bent down and picked up the bone cutting knife. With a flick of his wrist, the knife light sputtered away coldly. Since the bone-cutting knife was lost in the ruins of Lingshan, he has not held this knife for many years. Shen Xiong's heartbeat revived in the palm of his hand, he turned around and swung the knife, the light of the knife, carrying the bone-piercing wind, collided with the golden knife. Wu Yuli's face was full of icy tyranny, and the wind blade whistled and rolled around his blade, as if he was holding thunder and hurricane in his hand.
For the first time in her life, Qi Yin and this terrifying great witch faced the knife.
Almost at the moment of the short battle, "Ice Flame" silently launched.
The ten fingers were stained with frost, and the whole body was frozen from the hair to the fingertips. His heart was beating fast, like someone was beating a drum frantically in his chest. And yet the heart beats faster, faster, faster! With his blade as the origin, everything around him is frozen. The silver-grey eyes also turned into ice, and it stared at Wu Yuli in front of him without the slightest emotion.
Wu Yuli was surprised to find that the strength of the man in front of him was even higher than last time in Yunmeng. His bone cutter seemed to be slashed on steel and could not move forward even half a foot.
Because Qi Yin had already made a desperate attempt, burning his internal organs, even his soul, and brought the ice flame to the extreme. He threw his own life on the gambling table. I only bet this time, it will cost Wu Yuli's life!
"Uncle Shi," Qi Yin said hoarsely, "you should rest in peace."
No one could join their battle, and Xuexue's blade light woven into a huge net, covering the two of them. Like two beasts fighting each other, biting and wrestling constantly. I couldn't see their steps clearly, I could only feel the icy blade wind, and the wind blade spun in the center, tearing the flesh and blood of the two people's clothes, regardless of enemy or foe. The dazzling light of the knife was like a twisted white snake twisting in the air, and the hands of the two were shattered together.
I don't know how long it took to fight, the knife and the knife met again, and it was another thunderous blow, and both were out of breath. At the moment of landing, Qi Yin stumbled, covering her mouth and spitting out blood. The duration of "Ice Flame" was about to end, and his throat was filled with the rust smell of blood. His internal organs were overwhelmed, cracked everywhere, and bleeding everywhere.
Wu Yuli is not a demon, and his wounds cannot heal. His condition was also very bad, his face was scratched with thin knife marks, blood-stained, like plum blossoms in full bloom, unprovoked gorgeous. It was too late, Qi Yin knew that he had to end the battle.
"Uncle Shi, you guys, do you want to save the world, or you want to destroy the world, to be honest, I'm really not the same as you guys." Qi Yin coughed and stood up, leaning on the knife, "My motherfucker. Yes, I just want to marry a daughter-in-law and sleep under the covers every day, okay! I never thought about being a big devil or a big hero. I can't even practice swords well, What the hell can I save the world!"
"Shut up..." Wu Yuli said hoarsely.
He held the knife, blood gurgling along his fingers. The two hedged again and staggered apart again.
Qi Yin spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted hoarsely, "Uncle Shi, why is it like this! I just want to have a home, I think when my brother and I got married, Uncle Shi took my hand and said, Qi Yin Yin, if you fucking dare to treat my son badly, I will fight my life for three thousand years, and I will smash your dog's head off!"
"He's not my child!" Wu Yuli cut off his words with a knife, and the two looked at each other behind the knife's edge, "Qi Yin, you guys are really stupid, I'll give you a little tenderness, and I'll keep thinking about it until now! I'll say it again! Once again, Fu Lan is not my child!"
"You are stupid!" Qi Yin caught his knife, followed with a slash, and roared, "You forgot. You forgot that he is your child, you forgot that God is your friend. You forgot No matter how you love him, you forgot how to love your god. Shishu, stop!"
"Shut up!" Wu Yuli's expression finally turned hideous, and he yelled.
Qi Yin kept slashing, one slash after another. Wu Yuli gradually became exhausted, and was defeated in his round slash. But this stubborn witch was still clenching his teeth and wielding a knife, covered in blood, like a demon, like a demon.
"Stop it, Uncle Shi!" Qi Yin shouted with tears.
"Stop it, Wu Yuli!"
"Stop it, little crescent moon!"
Wu Yuli finally did not catch the last cut, the golden knife drew a bleak and complete moon arc, and the bright red blood splashed out, dyeing a piece of divine flower red. The bone-cutting knife took off his hands, Wu Yuli knelt on the ground, the warm blood dripped down his fingers. Qi Yin... or Bai Lu, knelt down and hugged him, whispering in his ear, "I will die with you!"
"God... you finally came to see me..." the boy shed blood and tears, "why... why don't you come back?"
"Because everything has an end..." Bai Lu said softly, "Little Crescent, it's been three thousand years, it's been too long. Everyone is dead, all the gods are dead, and the demons who were alive at the time are gone now. It's been too long. It's been too long. Our journey has come to an end."
The spirit of Bai Lu overflowed from Qi Yin's body, silver hair, silver eyes, and a twelve-year-old appearance, just like the first time they met on the hillside of Crescent Moon Valley many, many years ago. Wu Yuli coughed out a mouthful of blood and said, "God...you still haven't grown up..."
"Yeah, you know, I'll never grow up."
Qi Yin put Wu Yuli on the ground, blood gurgled from his chest and abdomen. Qi Yin dragged the golden knife and stumbled towards the center of the flower sea. The golden knife slashed down, and the big root of the god flower stopped beating in an instant. Thousands of embers steamed up from Wu Yuli's side, Bai Lu knelt beside him, tears welling up from his eyes, but he was a wisp of soul, and there would be no tears, so those crystal tears scattered into smoke, with the wind. And go.
"Little crescent moon, do you still have a wish? Let me help you realize your last wish."
The joys and sorrows that had accumulated in my heart for thousands of years left the empty chest along the gushing blood. Wu Yuli's consciousness seemed to be covered with a thin layer of water, his butterflies were disappearing, and gradually he could not see the surging embers, nor the splendid sky. Only the hazy ghost of Bai Lu remained in his field of vision, and his pale face was reflected in his sad eyes.
The past years came at this moment, and he suddenly remembered that many, many years ago, he rode a white elk against the wind and the moon flying upward. Did he forget? He once squatted in front of the ice crystal tree, stroked the three hand-in-hand figures, smiled and said to the white deer, "Little Crescent is willing to be your friend!" Did he forget? He once watched the little flower demon child tenderly in the light of a bean, taught him to play the flute, and taught him spells.
Yeah... he forgot. He has been alone for too long, and all the splendid joys and warm emotions have been left behind in the long sea of time, leaving only the sorrow and pain that is covered in layers of dust.
He opened his mouth and said softly, "Great God Bailu, can you take me to fly high?"
Bai Lu couldn't cry, his illusory hand touched the boy's eyes that were gradually closing, and said, "I'll take you to fly."
The flute song dedicated to the god was still flowing quietly in the wind, and the boy fell into a long sleep peacefully. With his departure, all Fei Lian Shen Gu died at the same time, and the walking corpse sculptures in heavy armor stood in place. In the human world and the southern border, all the walking corpses stopped moving, the hidden demons secretly appeared, and the Immortal Sect disciples after the barrier looked at each other in astonishment.
The great witch who played the flute in the moonlit night finally embarked on his way home. In the long dream that he would never wake up, the deer carried him when he was a child and flew to the bright full moon.
At that time, Qi Yin finally understood that time was not running forward without turning back, but slowly backtracking. When you are old enough, when you are nearing the end of your life, the tide of time will carry the past back and forth and return to you.
This man named Wu Yuli spent his whole life waiting for this moment, waiting for the hillside where the sun was dyed algal green by the grass, waiting for the calf mooing all over the mountains and fields, waiting for him to meet the young god in the sound of the flute flying like butterflies. That was the beginning of his life, and the farthest he'd ever gone.
On the cliff, Fu Lan put down his flute, and the fluttering butterfly flew into the sky with the wind.
"Lord Ah Li, goodbye."