Meng Fuyao has this will, don't worry about this last level, but I don't want Tianyu to change again, it seems that he was summoned by the hall master with divine magic, superimposed time, or introduced the fairyland with the technique of time and space shifting, in short, This time it has no experience either.
Meng Fuyao patted it, and said happily: "Poor mouse, it's fortunate that your lifespan is equal to that of a human, otherwise maybe what I'm seeing now is your old dead corpse."
Mr. Yuan Bao imagined his old dead body, and his hair stood on end...
"Ah, the tripod is still there." Meng Fuyao walked around, and suddenly saw the Yunfu tripod lying crookedly in the dirt behind the fence, and said in surprise, "It smashed the fence..."
"That's right, the flower stand in the backyard of Mingquan Palace was smashed..." Zhan Beiye echoed regretfully.
Meng Fuyao twitched the corners of her mouth, not wanting to continue this weird conversation, she stepped forward a few steps, and suddenly her eyes blurred.
In a trance, I felt that there was a flash of light in front of my eyes, and countless floating and shining blue-blue spell-like handwriting floated by.
Meng Fuyao was stunned for a moment, then took another look, the tripod was still the original tripod, there was nothing abnormal around, she asked Zhan Beiye: "Did you see anything just now?"
"No."
Meng Fuyao's eyes flickered again, and those spells floated past. She read them all and memorized them, maybe they would be useful in the future.
"There's a hole in the tripod?" Zhan Beiye suddenly stepped forward and moved the tripod away, "Look."
Behind the giant tripod, there is indeed a hole, and the strange thing is that the hole is actually upward.
"It can't be the way to the fairyland." Meng Fuyao forced a joke, "You see, although the scenes in our eyes are different, the cave behind the cauldron is actually the same."
"Go in and have a look." Zhan Beiye looked around, they had already traveled all over this place, the endless Mingquan Palace, the endless rapeseed fields, and they couldn't find anything to break the formation. The place, only the hole in front of him, looks like an opportunity.
Although I know that an opportunity may be a murderous opportunity, it is better than anxiously waiting for myself to grow old in such an eternal immutability.
"Squeak!" Master Yuan Bao suddenly yelled behind him, rushing over to stop the two of them.
"Can't go?" Meng Fuyao knelt down, Lord Yuan Bao hesitated, it also felt that this place should be an opportunity, but all the opportunities in the four realms are murderously hidden, going, it is very likely to be a dead end.
Meng Fuyao understood the look in its eyes, and said in silence for a while: "I don't want to die here, and I don't want to watch you slowly grow old in front of me until you die. At worst, a happy death is better than being cut slowly with a soft knife."
"Yes! If you want to die, you can die!" Zhan Beiye strongly agreed, pushed Mr. Yuan Bao aside, and strode in.
Meng Fuyao followed after, Master Yuan Bao also followed helplessly.
The stairs are very narrow, allowing only one person to climb. It looks like a heavenly place, surrounded by smoke and clouds, and the surrounding scenery cannot be seen clearly. The tall and straight steps go up all the way, as if extending into the sky.
Meng Fuyao sighed, "It's so tall..."
Zhan Beiye said, "Pinglu."
The two looked at each other, and immediately understood that the scenery on both sides of the Yunfu Cauldron remained the same, leaving the surroundings of the Yunfu Cauldron, the scenery in the eyes of the two separated again.
The battle against Beiye is getting hotter and hotter.
He walked through the deep corridor in Mingquan Palace. The corridor where the ground dragon was burned was covered with thick gauze, which was airtight and warm as spring. This corridor led to the mother's bedroom. There is no wind, but every time he walks, he feels hot.
Meng Fuyao became colder and colder as he walked.
The ground is covered with shining ice and snow, the jagged rocks on all sides are covered with ice, the wind on the top of the mountain is howling, scraping the face and cutting the heart like ice knives, the faint peak is high into the sky, still deep in the clouds, Meng Fuyao hugged her tightly Clothes, exercise skills to resist the heart-shattering icy wind, thinking how can people stay in this place? This wind, even this wind, also blows people to death.
Her steps became more and more slippery. At this time, she was nearly a thousand feet high. When she looked up, in the whistling wind and snow, she could vaguely see a hole piercing through the peak.
ice cave.
When Meng Fuyao saw the hole at the first sight, she felt a pain in her heart. Suddenly, the familiar pain from seeing the new blood on the snow that day reappeared again, and it beat her heart colder than the icy wind, and she shivered violently. , under the ice cave, stunned.
The corner of the robe at her feet moved slightly, Meng Fuyao looked down, Master Yuan Bao was pulling her robe, signaling her to leave.
At this moment, Meng Fuyao had already put aside the warning of "in case of difficult decision, let Yuan Bao guide her". She may hesitate to consider other matters, but at this moment, her heart is beating violently, and all the blood in her body is rushing. Surging, wanting to tell her a question that has worried her for a long time, how can she give up at this moment
Patting Master Yuan Bao, she turned around and climbed up without hesitation.
Covered by wind and snow, the glacier hangs upside down, there is no platform above the peak, only an ice cave, which looks like a huge needle eye, passing through the unbridled wind of 90,000 miles.
Meng Fuyao arrived in front of the ice cave, wiped off the snow mist hanging from his eyelashes, thinking to himself, whoever wants to live here in this ghostly place is guaranteed to live for only a few days.
When the snow foam was wiped away, she raised her eyes.
Then she froze suddenly.
It froze there like an ice sculpture.
On the opposite side, in the middle of the ice cave, on a high execution frame, nailed a man in a light purple robe. Four thick and long golden nails pierced his wrists and shoulders, nailing him firmly to the frame. Facing the fierce icy wind like a knife, they were beaten endlessly, and the new blood and old blood on the giant nail frame and chains were all condensed into blood-colored broken ice, overlapping layers, shocking, the man's black hair was loose, He lowered his head slightly, unable to see his face clearly, only showing a forehead as pale as snow.
that's... that's...
Meng Fuyao's whole body suddenly began to tremble, first slightly, then more violently, crazier and crazier. The shattered ice and frozen snow that fell from her body collided with each other due to the trembling, making a subtle tinkling sound. The sound made Meng Fuyao feel as if all the joints and blood in his body were also frozen, stiffened, collided, turbulent in an instant... shattered into thousands of pieces, full of blood!
"The Promise!"
She suddenly let out a scream, raised her legs and ran wildly!
She ran so fast and so fiercely that Gao Jue's martial arts couldn't control her body for an instant. The moment she jumped up, her knees hit the ice cliff, and the blood was dripping instantly, and the dripping blood was frozen by the icy wind in an instant. The blood ice was smashed into pieces by Meng Fuyao's violent movements.
She stepped on her own blood and rushed forward, using the fastest light work she could do in her life!
With a flash of white shadow, Lord Yuan Bao rushed out to block her path, she flicked her head and already passed by like a ghost.
A black shadow flashed, and Zhan Beiye also rushed over.
He walked towards his mother's bedroom in his hallucination just now, and vaguely heard the sound of struggling in the bedroom, and the sound of breaking silk and bottles.
His heart was also pounding, and he was about to lift the curtain to look, when he was suddenly awakened by Meng Fuyao's strange appearance behind him.
The finger that lifted the curtain fell immediately, and he turned around to stop Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao's premature eruption prevented him from opening the curtain, otherwise he would see his mother being raped by his father.
Because he couldn't see it, Zhan Beiye was still awake, he shot very quickly, the long sword was already in front of Meng Fuyao, and without hesitation, the hilt hit her knees.
Meng Fuyao jumped up to avoid it, turned over and rushed in that direction, shouting: "Wuji! Wuji!"
On the top of Jue Peak, in the ice cave, the dying grandson Wuji on the torture rack seemed to hear her call, and suddenly raised his head.
The corner of his mouth was stained with blood, and he still smiled at her.
Meng Fuyao's heart ached so badly that her eyes went dark for an instant, and she almost fell, she threw herself into the cold wind and shouted: "Wait for me, I'll save you, I'll save you—"
Changsun Wuji smiled shallowly, his lips twitched, and he said a word.
Meng Fuyao couldn't understand what those words were, she just messed up with the ice wind and snow, and Mr. Zhan Beiye Yuanbao who was trying to stop her, and ran desperately in that direction: "I'll save you! I'll—"
On the opposite side, after Changsun Wuji said those words, he let out a slight breath as if his mind had come to an end.
Then he suddenly lowered his head slightly.
A mouthful of thin hot air silently dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Crack—"
Meng Fuyao seemed to hear the sound of life breaking.
Or, is it the sound of my own heart breaking in an instant
With a bang, she fell straight down from mid-air and fell heavily on the ground. She was injured all over her body, but she didn't know the pain. She just stared blankly at the silent person in the middle of the ice cave.
Promise... Promise...
"ah!"
She suddenly raised her head and screamed.
That yell was heart-piercing, weeping blood and wailing, like black lightning and iron-blue haze, surged in the dark sky in a flash of wind and snow. heaven and earth!
Amidst the screams, she suddenly heard the last words just now.
"I'm willing to die for you."
Die for you, die for you, die for you...
Die for me, die for me, die for me...
Who died for whom, who died for whom, who died for whom...
Who deserves to die, who deserves to die, who deserves to die...
Countless voices, like Hong Zhong Dalu, came from the distant sky, roaring into her ears, beating her consciousness that was on the verge of shattering and madness over and over again, reminding her over and over again: die die die die...
sinner sinner sinner sinner...
Meng Fuyao suddenly jumped up.
With a flick of the hand, Shi Tian dragged the reddish snow light in mid-air, towards the throat!
She is going to kill!
Kill the sinner!
"choke!"
The swords and swords intersected, and a stream of star flowers exploded in mid-air. Meng Fuyao counterattacked with his sword horizontally, and aggressively forced Zhan Beiye back who had shot, and stabbed himself in the heart again!
"choke!"
The red long sword was placed on the sword again, and Meng Fuyao was extremely angry. At this moment, her whole body was immersed in the soul-crushing sound of Hong Zhong and Da Lu, and her consciousness was all stimulated by such a tragic death as "the eldest grandson Wuji was tortured to death" and was on the verge of collapse. , she wields a knife wildly, and her moves are all killing with both sides hurting - whoever stops her will die together!
She lost control of the pain, but Zhan Beiye was still awake, absolutely impossible to attack and kill like Meng Fuyao, the two were originally between brothers, but now Zhan Beiye was retreating steadily, not paying attention, Meng Fuyao swiped over, There was a bloody gash on his knee.
The blood spattered, and the color of blood seemed to stimulate Meng Fuyao even more. She immediately returned the knife to kill herself again. Zhan Beiye ignored the injury and stopped again. On one side of the body, there was another scar on the waist.
The thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and Zhan Beiye's heart suddenly turned cold.
At this moment, Fuyao couldn't stop him, he couldn't be cruel to her, and he couldn't really fight her hard, but Fuyao's strength was too strong, if he went on like this, he would die first, and then she would still die.
He is not afraid of death, and he doesn't think there is anything bad about dying with Fuyao, but he doesn't want Fuyao to die like this. The nightmare of dying is too cruel.
Hearing her call her eldest grandson Wuji over and over again, her heart is full of him, right
With a broad heart, she can only accommodate the love of two people.
Zhan Beiye smiled bleakly. Some things were unwilling to give up, but some things were already known to him. At first, he wanted to fight for it, but then he suddenly realized that for her who was overwhelmed, fierce fighting would only make her avoid it. farther.
Later, persistence is no longer called persistence, it has become a habit, it has become a responsibility, and it has become the most common continuation like eating and sleeping.
Isn't it just death
If someone died in front of her, it should be able to exchange for her sobriety, right
If... If she still has his place in her heart, then his death should wake her up, right
Zhan Beiye stopped suddenly, turned the hilt upside down, and thrust his long sword into Meng Fuyao's hand.
Meng Fuyao was swinging the saber fiercely, suddenly there was a long sword in his hand, he stopped in a daze, and heard the man opposite said:
"From life to death, my sword will be with me."
Meng Fuyao swiped his sword across.
"So, the moment I hand over the sword to you, my life has also been handed over to you." Zhan Beiye didn't move, and didn't move.
Meng Fuyao trembled, the sword in his hand suddenly stopped, his fingers trembled slightly, and he vaguely recognized this familiar sentence amidst the chaos and noise.
"You can't let it go." Zhan Beiye didn't look at the tip of the sword, but only looked at her. His tone was his usual calm and domineering. For the demon in the center, it is useless to ask softly. You can only use a stronger momentum than her to subdue her. she.
"Otherwise, the sword I let go will pass through your chest and stab into the five continents of the world. Once it goes away, it will never return." Meng Fuyao trembled again.
The land of five continents... the land of five continents...
With the death of one person, the blood of the common people...
The tip of the sword in his hand shone brightly under the reflection of the ice and snow, swaying with a slight blood light, it was the blood of Zhan Beiye, the tip of the sword had penetrated into the flesh, but he pressed on without giving in, and even took a small step forward to let The blood flowed faster and more dazzlingly.
"kill me."
Meng Fuyao subconsciously moved back slightly.
The ferocious yelling was still ringing, causing her head, who was already suffering from a headache, to explode, but the familiar sonorous tone and familiar domineering words in her ears vaguely told her that this person, too, could not Hurtful.
A gleam of joy flashed in Zhan Beiye's eyes, he took another step forward, and Meng Fuyao retreated again.
"Aren't you going to kill me?" Zhan Beiye looked at the blood gushing from the tip of the sword with deep eyes, "Then... take my sword and pass through your heart."
He shot suddenly!
Holding the tip of the sword on his chest with his fingertips, Zhan Beiye followed the direction of the sword, and slammed the hilt towards Meng Fuyao's chest hole!
Seize the momentum first, then control yourself!
When the round sword hilt was struck out, the wind sounded harsh, Zhan Beiye didn't spare any strength in his attack at this moment!
Fuyao was already strong, and it was so easy to win her ambition. If she misses this time, she will have no chance!
The sword hilt hit, and Meng Fuyao, who was still in a daze just now, subconsciously slanted her body and fell out. Her reaction at this time was particularly sensitive, far exceeding normal.
Turning over in mid-air, the ice hole suddenly swooped down from her field of vision and crashed straight into her eyes. The blood-stained torture racks and pale faces instantly came to mind, and Meng Fuyao yelled and crashed out with a bang.
I didn't know what hit something, and the baggage behind her was knocked apart, and the things flying all over the sky scattered all the way. Meng Fuyao vaguely saw a small blood jade lotus floating up. For a moment, she vaguely thought, this lotus flower ... When did you come back? Could it be that Zong Yue stuffed it into his sleeve
Together with the lotus, the wind blows from all sides, and the cold air is absorbed, and the black, yellow, and red lights and shadows of large white flowers pass by, forming colorful lines. In the whistling wind, there is a low voice like Zen singing and Sanskrit. The sound of chanting, morning bells and evening drums, the four seas rolled around, and the light of blue-colored spells slowly appeared in front of my eyes. Those spells floated slightly in the red light of the blood jade lotus, and then my "Slaying Heaven" also slowly floated up. Transparent handwriting also appeared, corresponding to those spells one by one.
I vaguely heard a voice whispering in my ears, the low voice swirled back and forth, floating and sinking in those lights and shadows.
"My love, come back now."
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come back...
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and fell into the darkness.
Open your eyes, it's still dark.
I don't know where I am, I don't know where I am, I don't even know whether I am alive or dead.
There is a thick darkness around her body, and she can't see her fingers. She vaguely feels that her body is floating, like the feeling in the realm of floating clouds, but it's not like the realm of floating clouds. I am very light and flexible, floating between heaven and earth like a feather.
However, it was this kind of lightness, this feeling of being unable to touch anything and being close to nothing, that made her very desperate—if she died, she must be dead. Never be reborn.
As soon as he thought that he was going to float forever in this boundless darkness alone, Meng Fuyao felt that he might as well let himself die again, to see if he could die more completely.
She went to find her knife.
The knife was gone.
Ah... By the way, once you become a soul, how can mortal weapons kill you
Meng Fuyao's eyes were wide open, clouds and smoke were rolling in her mind, and the heart-piercing scene from before flooded her mind again, she closed her eyes instantly, and put her hands on her heart, trying to stop the sudden severe pain.
The scene of the ice cave was so vivid, so vivid that his expression was so detailed and realistic, she intuitively believed that that scene was not an illusion, but real, real...
Thinking of this made it hard to breathe, his hands and feet were cold, Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand, and hugged him tightly with the unbearable cold.
The surroundings were extremely dark and extremely silent, so quiet that there was not even a breath or sound belonging to life and the world of mortals. Meng Fuyao knew that this eerie stillness and absolute darkness were very dangerous, and could trigger the darkness and chaos in the depths of one's heart. Crazy, once this state stays for a long time, it is not crazy, it is also dead.
She didn't want to die insane after being tormented by the darkness without a sound or any reaction.
This eternal darkness, this night without light, this life of blood and tears... Tired, really tired...
There was constant ringing in the tinnitus, and someone kept whispering in their ears: It's better to go back, it's better to go back...
It's better to go back.
Let it be.
I can't get out, and I don't seem to want to go out anymore. Life is too hard, and it takes so many lives to pave the way to escape. Why, why bother
Meng Fuyao sighed slightly, her luck sank, touching her heart.
When the shock is broken, it's over, no longer suffering yourself, let alone dragging others down.
Her true strength surged toward her heart without hesitation.
Suddenly, a wisp of blue smoke floated in front of him.
Meng Fuyao was startled, and her true energy stopped, she looked ahead carefully, and there was a curl of smoke, which flew straight above, obviously it was firewood or other fireworks.
The smoke was so thin that it couldn't illuminate anything, but it instantly brightened her gloomy and self-harming thoughts.
It turns out... there are still people there.
It turns out... you can still see the red dust and fireworks.
It turns out... this darkness is not eternal and unbreakable, and I no longer have to be driven crazy by this absolute darkness.
The fireworks of the world of mortals look so agile, floating and lingering in the sky, changing various shapes. Meng Fuyao watched intently, almost obsessively, never realizing that smoke can be so beautiful.
She didn't know where the smoke came from, but she immediately cheered up slightly, and withdrew the true force that was pushing towards her heart.
It's not the most desperate moment yet... Even if it's the most desperate moment, she shouldn't kill herself, she wants to go out, she wants revenge, her responsibility is not over, the road ahead is not over, why is there any reason to give up on herself
As soon as the real power was absorbed, she suddenly felt something strange in her body, and many words suddenly popped up in her mind. These words seemed to be the skills of practicing kung fu, and they were somewhat familiar. She thought for a while, and suddenly remembered the moment before she fell into a coma. Spectacular.
She remembered that at that moment blue talismans appeared around her, and then her own "Slaying Heaven" also floated up, and the symbols on "Slaying Heaven" lit up, connecting with those talismans... No, those are not talismans, they are also words!
It's the other half of the word!
And the characters on "Killing Heaven" are radicals!
Put these two things together to form a word, and it is an exercise!
In an instant, she remembered that when she saw those "talents" when she entered the Yunfu Zhiding Cauldron, her heart moved, but she couldn't remember why it was triggered by an inspiration. Now she understands. When it came to the "charm", I had already associated these two things together in my mind, but I couldn't catch it for a while.
In the moment before she fell into a coma, those words were combined together under the refraction of the light, and passed through her mind extremely vividly. They were fleeting but deeply remembered, and she couldn't forget them even if she wanted to.
Even better, she recited this exercise silently in her heart, and felt that it was similar to the Dafeng booklet that was fished out of the sea back then. Many places can be confirmed by each other, and some problems that existed in her mind before are now solved. .
Meng Fuyao regained his energy and sat up cross-legged to practice. Before practicing, he raised his eyes gratefully to see the smoke.
This ray of smoke is really important to her.
At the moment when she was invaded by demons in the coldest, most tired and most desperate moment, this smoke was like a pair of thin, soft but warm hands, saving her.
She got rid of distracting thoughts and concentrated on her cultivation. She didn't know the year of the sun and the moon, and she didn't want to know the year of the sun and the moon, but every once in a while, she would raise her head and look ahead.
The smoke came and went intermittently, but never ceased.
The smoke was like a signal, a signal of "I'm here, I'll wait for you, I'll accompany you", which supported Meng Fuyao to persevere in the emptiness to the horror of the darkness and concentrate on doing his own thing.
This smoke makes her feel that she has not been abandoned by the world, and she will never be alone. Even if fate tortures her to make smoke invisible, it is her hope and her spiritual pillar.
In the darkness and silence, Meng Fuyao felt that his body was getting brighter and brighter. The flow of true qi originally needed to pass through the meridians, but now it has spread all over the body, and in the depths of the dantian where the true qi is spinning endlessly, a tiny flower bloomed faintly. The lotus, the lotus is warm, bright and clean, blooming gracefully in the sea of air.
The lotus... just like the flower in the palm of Wuji.
Thinking of this, Meng Fuyao felt a pain in her heart, and hurriedly restrained her mind, she didn't dare to indulge herself into another madness before the cultivation technique was completed.
I don't know how many days later, Meng Fuyao opened his eyes on a certain day, and suddenly felt that the world was bright.
She was overjoyed, thinking that she was out of trouble, and then saw that it wasn't the surroundings that lit up, but her own hands.
The palm of the hand was originally jade white, but now it becomes slightly transparent when the true energy is activated, but the fingertips are still red.
As soon as she was really angry, her body suddenly sank slowly, and the body that had been floating for a long time finally fell down.
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, she stood up straight and took two steps, the light in her hand shone slightly, illuminating the messy hair she had not combed all this time.
A strand of hair is floating in front of my eyes.
Meng Fuyao saw it at first glance, but didn't pay attention, just thinking, this hair color is a bit strange? She thought it was the color from the light on her hands, so she brushed her hair up indifferently.
The moment the hair came into her hands, she was suddenly taken aback.
That's... gray hair.
white hair!
Meng Fuyao stared at the white hair obsessively, thinking of the time passing by in the realm of heaven, during the time when he was trapped in cultivation, how long had it been in the outside world? White hair... Shocked to see white hair, could it be that he has grown old during this period of time
The beauty is old at the flick of a finger, and she is youthful in an instant, and the temples are already stars in an instant.
Meng Fuyao gently pulled all her hair, thinking that she would see a silver strand, but fortunately, it was really just "stars on the temples".
She raised her hand to touch her face again. She was afraid that what she touched would be chicken skin, but it was okay, the skin under her palm was smooth, and it seemed to feel better than before.
She sat down, not in a hurry to go out, but quietly, trying to digest her shock for a moment.
When he turned his head, he saw the smoke and light reappear.
Smoke curled up from the fire.
But what was burning on the fire was not the branches and plants, but the half of a boot.
Zhan Beiye sat by the fire, haggard and disheveled, carefully stoking the fire.
The other half of the boot was placed by his side, and he carefully put it aside, ready to burn it next time, who knows when Meng Fuyao will come out? In order to maintain the continuous smoke and prevent her from being driven mad by the darkness, all the burnable things in the vicinity were burned up, and finally he started to burn the robes and hair and burned all the burnable things on his body, and the clothes were peeled off layer by layer Come down and add to the fire. Although the sky is an illusion, what stays is the Mingquan Palace in winter, and everything is real. The winter climate in Dahan is not easy to endure. He almost took off his clothes. Clean, in the cold winter wind, he had to keep working hard to resist the cold. Sometimes he fell asleep very tired and sleepy at night, and was either woken up by freezing immediately or awakened by the dream that the fire was extinguished. These days, he could hardly close his eyes. In a blink of an eye, I lost a lot of weight.
There was a crackling sound behind him, he turned his head and saw Lord Yuan Bao dragging something over, it was a small leaf, I don't know how far it ran to find it, Zhan Beiye took it cherishingly, and touched it approvingly Touch its head.
He carefully pressed the leaves under half of the broken boots. Now even a single leaf is good. Who knows when the fire will go out? It would be nice to be able to illuminate Fuyao for a moment, even if it's just for a moment.
He stowed the leaves like a jade seal, and put his bare feet under his legs in the cold wind, so as to retain a little heat—the emperor Dahan, who is golden and precious, overlooks the world. After Huhou embraced the brocade clothes and jade belt, he had never been so embarrassed again, but he didn't feel suffering—because of Meng Fuyao, there was no suffering.
He was only afraid that she would not give him a chance and make him suffer for her.
Master Yuan Bao sat beside him quietly, looking at the Fang Ding—Meng Fuyao was in the cauldron, but the cauldron was sealed, so they couldn't get in anyway, they were very worried that Meng Fuyao practiced alchemy in it, but There was nothing he could do, and in the end, in desperation, Zhan Beiye saw a small hole for convection at the top and bottom of the tripod, and he raised a fire at the small hole every day, hoping that the smoke would tell her that he was there, he was always there.
But Zhan Beiye's eyes fell on the back of the tripod, and behind it was the snow-capped Evergreen Mountain—in fact, the realm of the heavens had already been broken, and when Meng Fuyao fell into a brilliant light inexplicably, the evergreen With the continuous peaks of Shenshan, Zhan Beiye knew that as long as he went out and crossed this tripod, he could completely leave this hellish heaven, and he could avoid the rapid flow of time in this heaven. , he did not.
He chose to sit in front of this cauldron and never leave, burning everything that could be burned, and maintaining a ray of never-ending hope for Meng Fuyao in the darkness.
Zhan Beiye raised his head and looked at the blue-colored ancient cauldron, his eyes as dark as ebony, seemed to pass through the invulnerable cauldron and land on Meng Fuyao in the cauldron.
soaring.
I would like to spend my whole life growing old with you.
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The sky was getting dark, and together with the small fire, the flames were dimly rising and falling, looking like a dying struggle—the boots were also burnt out.
Zhan Beiye sighed and looked around anxiously, but he couldn't find anything to burn. He looked at himself hesitantly... Well, you can't take off your underwear and burn them, right
Cherishing the last leaf, Zhan Beiye rubbed it in his hands for a while, sighed helplessly, and carefully added the leaf to the fire.
As soon as the leaves entered the fire, the flames lit up slightly, followed by a sudden burst of light on all sides, and then there was a loud bang!
Zhan Beiye thought for a moment that the leaf was a gunpowder bomb, which exploded in the fire!
However, in the blink of an eye, he came to his senses and raised his head in ecstasy.
In front of him, the huge blue cauldron, which had been closed for the past few days, suddenly changed color and turned white, as if it had been roasted to make it brittle, and it burst open!
The shattered tripod body splashed everywhere, and the thick blue fragments of unknown material whizzed and danced in mid-air like shooting stars, smashing the Mingquan Palace in Zhan Beiye's phantom into ruins, but Zhan Beiye couldn't care less about his heartache, he looked up slightly He lowered his head and looked at the woman in the middle of the fragments with her skirts flying.
The woman's long hair and robe fluttered in the wind, and her figure with fluttering sleeves in the sky was as light as petals, but that lightness also contained extreme dignity and dignity. Her outline was outlined in the light of the moonlight, an exquisite profile , Then it shines brightly, like a bright moon floating in the clouds.
When she turned her face, she still had the usual face, but Zhan Beiye suddenly felt a bright light in front of her eyes, and a peerless lotus flower suddenly bloomed in the sky and the earth.
When she turned her face and saw Zhan Beiye, she immediately showed surprise and warm eyes.
This kind of gaze made Zhan Beiye, who was not used to it just now, immediately relieved—this kind of gaze is unique to Fuyao, and the facts have also proved that no matter how she grows lotus every step of the way, she is still bright, warm, and fresh. , proud Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao fell from mid-air and walked towards him stepping on a pile of broken cauldrons. When she got closer to look at her, she realized that her brows seemed to be a little wider, her complexion was more radiant and radiant, and although her appearance remained unchanged, her expression and demeanor remained the same. A little more dignified and clear, Zhan Beiye looked at her deeply, only felt that she was her and not her at the moment, but suddenly he knew so clearly in his heart that from now on, she really, would never be his again. she.
He raised his face, his black eyes were fixed at the end of the world, and he crossed the mountain at that moment, without hearing the sound of Liren's lonely flute. From then on, she bloomed in the water, and he was in the gorgeous lightning that passed over his head in his life. Lost forever, always a lonely traveler in the wilderness of time.
But it doesn't matter, he was the first to witness her beauty, he accompanied her through the most difficult road, there are deep imprints made by him in her life, in every simple day that belongs to her, the shadows are scattered, Just as the sleeves cannot remove the light and shadow of the sun, she will never be able to remove his presence.
Zhan Beiye looked at her, so slowly, but still smiled brightly, and responded to her warmth.
Immediately, his eyes fell on her temples, and he frowned imperceptibly because of that glaring whiteness... Has it been so long? She has gray hair, what about herself
He didn't want to look at it. From now on, young or old, black hair or pale face, has no meaning to him.
"Let's go." Standing up and facing her, he didn't mention the difficulty of waiting these days, the difficulty of keeping the fire going, the hunger, cold and fatigue, or even remembering that he was naked, he was frank Go up to meet her and lead her out.
Meng Fuyao's eyes turned around on him, and then landed on the small fire, she immediately understood what he had done, her eyes softened slightly, and said: "Is it cold?"
Only then did Zhan Beiye remember his embarrassment, let go of his hands, his face blushed slightly, Meng Fuyao rarely saw him blushing, couldn't help but smile, and looked away.
Hmm... She didn't see anything, she didn't see his broad chest and strong physique, she didn't see his smooth and beautiful broad shoulders and thin waist and smooth skin...
"I don't know what's going on outside." In the awkward silence, she took the initiative to change the topic, gently pulled out one of her white hairs, and said, "I'm so afraid of the vicissitudes of life..."
Afraid of the vicissitudes of life, looking back, I will not be able to find the person I am looking for.
"We have been here for about eight or nine days, not very long." Zhan Beiye said slowly, "But I don't know how long it will be after the eight or nine days here."
He showed worried eyes, looked beyond the sky, and said in a deep voice: "But I hope it won't be too long, but I hope it won't cause something that shouldn't happen..."
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However, just as Zhan Beiye was worried about, nine months had passed since he had been in the outside world for eight or nine days in the realm of Tianyu. turmoil.
The commander of the Five Armies of Dawan, Generalissimo Ji Yu, suddenly proposed to attack Qiongcang, but was opposed by the mature and prudent Prime Minister Feng Wu. The two powerful ministers, civil and military, debated endlessly in the court hall, and the "Queen" who sat on the throne had a dull expression on her face. If they don't say it, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty are caught in a war of tongues, and they sigh secretly. Since the queen took the throne, the original domineering and aura seem to have disappeared. Dawan's gradually stable government seems to be unstable again.
Coming from outside, Ji Yu, who was in charge of the military but not from Dawan, was almost opposed by most of the courtiers. In a fit of rage, Marshal Ji assembled his troops and fired three cannons to reverse the situation.
He didn't oppose Dawan either, he only brought his own soldiers to ask the Queen of Fufeng for help, and together with Queen Yalanzhu of Fufeng, they drilled the navy and prepared warships in the Fufeng Ehai Sea.
Feng Wu naturally couldn't let Ben