Wuzhou World
A man walks on the road.
It is early in the morning, the sun has not yet risen, the sky is shining, and the vast wilderness is endless. The air is fresh and humid, refreshing. His steps are also extraordinarily brisk, but each step leaves a deep footprint, full of courage and confidence, no matter the dew wets his clothes, he seems to be walking in his own courtyard with a calm expression.
This is his world, and his name is "Li Qingshan".
Farewell to the blossoming island, the fragrance is still lingering on the tip of the nose. There is nothing more relaxing than the tenderness of a beautiful woman. What's more, it's the most beautiful in the world, the top hundred flowers, even if it goes all the way, it still makes him aftertaste. endless.
Thinking back to everything that happened last night, riding on this morning's cool breeze, I almost felt a little drunk.
This journey of returning home, following the trajectory of a long river of memory, one by one saw old people: Li Long, Xuanyue, Yu Zijian, Hua Chenglu... It has produced many feelings, although there is no lack of loneliness and sadness, but Overall it is pleasant.
Especially in the Dongfu of Hua Chenglu, the clouds and rain, bathing and changing clothes, and sleeping for a long night, I feel brisk all over, and every bone is loosened.
"Sure enough, after the war, there should be such a rest."
But precisely because of this, he was not eager to visit the next "old man", but just wandered on the wilderness.
Because that deceased was so special, it was a woman he almost wanted to marry—Han Qiongzhi.
At that time, he was a newcomer, even if he had some strength, he was deeply hidden, but he was loved by her, Miss Han, and desperately wanted to be with him.
He has met so many beauties in his life, but this is the only thing like this. For him, it is not only the love between men and women, but also a very special kind of intimacy.
The time spent with her was almost the calmest and most comfortable period in his life. There was no strange love or unrequited love, and it was absolutely wonderful to write a story, but it seemed to him in this life. So precious.
However, after all he couldn't spend his life so peacefully, and all the things that happened afterwards: deception, missed appointments, and parting, I still feel guilty in retrospect.
So I didn't want to see her in this state, and I had to wait for the fragrance of the flowers to dissipate and the aftertaste disappeared, so I could face it.
He couldn't help but shook his head. On this trip to the hometown, many people's performance was beyond his expectations. As expected, the human heart is the most unpredictable, even the gods can't count it.
At the same time, Baihuadong Mansion.
In the entangled water vapor, Hua Chenglu stretched out, leaning against the hot spring pool comfortably, smiling and thinking: "Brother Li, Brother Li, you think you are taking advantage, but I don’t know if I take you. Make up for the regret of the year, hehe!"
Who in the world would have thought that the dignified "Fairy of Hundred Flowers" would have been obsessed with a man? But if you knew that the man was named "Li Qingshan", it wouldn't be strange.
However, Li Qingshan has always been a forgetful person, facing the rising sun, striding forward. So as the sun rises, the aftertaste fades quickly like morning dew.
He took a deep breath, inhaled the last scent of flowers, and suddenly smiled. He felt like a husband who was out for a pleasure. Before entering the house, he had to clean up his mood and rhetoric, and wipe off the perfume and hickeys.
Waiting to step across the thousands of miles, I came to Han Qiongzhi and gave her a surprise, but suddenly a strange buzzing passed through my mind.
He frowned suspiciously, and listened subconsciously. All the sounds within a hundred li radius were under his supervision, but the source of the sound was not heard.
He can also enlarge the scope of the monitoring, as loud as all the sounds of the entire world, but the sound is close at hand, as if it is close to his ears.
He covered his ears with his hands again, isolating all external sounds, but the humming still did not disappear.
His face sank, as if he understood what it was, he slowly lowered his hands, breathed a sigh of relief, and concentrated all his energy to distinguish the buzzing sound. I finally heard it clearly. It was the sound of countless human voices, both men and women, young and old, but it was too slight and too complicated, so it looked like a buzzing sound.
At the same time, he also felt the concentration and growth of power, not how strong it was, but it was like a thread, endless, and it was more different from ordinary spiritual power.
Not only was he unable to get happy, but his expression became more solemn, and he stopped, as if he was facing the abyss, walking on thin ice.
"Isn't this exactly what you want?"
Li Qingshan smiled bitterly and muttered to himself, shook his head helplessly, and dropped his hands weakly beside him, his expression even showing a trace of sadness.
Even in the face of the most terrifying enemy, countless times on the verge of death, never showed such an expression.
That power, that buzzing sound, is the so-called "power of faith".
Everything was much faster than he had imagined, and perhaps the dream of last night had already foreshadowed.
It was like a ray of light in the deepest dark night. In the name of the "Devil King", all hopes, wishes, and beliefs were gathered to him.
Bit by bit, all rivers return to the sea.
Then the red star shone more and more, gradually surpassing the array around it, representing the twelve magic stars of the twelve demon gods.
In the past, under the Black Cloud City and in front of the two armies, the military energy of hundreds of thousands of troops gathered for a short time can destroy the dryness, not to mention the belief of these billion trillion demons, which will surely gather into an incredible and infinite divine power.
But what is the price
Li Qingshan probably knows very well. That is something more precious than life, something that I would rather die than lose-the nine changes of gods and demons, just for the same.
However, I am afraid that the ultimate enemy is no more than "the rope saws the wood broken, and the water drips through the stone." He can already foresee that the influence of "faith" on him will become greater and deeper. This is the path he chose and the price he must bear.
The woman Qian Rongzhi hasn't even acted yet.
The voice of a demons may be like mosquitoes, but the sound of the gathering of billions of demons is bound to resound like thunder, and it is continuous, never-ending, and full of terror, anger, resentment, wailing... everything in the world can be imagined, or It is unimaginable negative emotions.
Yes, if you are satisfied with your life, why ask God to worship Buddha? The human world is still unsatisfactory, and countless sentient beings have to pursue that piece of blissful pure land, not to mention the opposite of blissful pure land, which is full of suffering and tortured beings in the demon realm.
He shook his hands, curbing the urge to cover his ears. He can cut off all "noise", cut off all beliefs.
However, he needs this strength, and the enemy in the sky is coming!
The man who looked like the incarnation of the heavens, but dressed in bearskin.
The master of the big hand that opened up the pure land and the devil land-Tathagata Buddha.
None of them is what he can contend today. He needs the power of sentient beings in the Demon Realm to have the opportunity to contend against them.
I only hope that by that day, Li Qingshan will still be Li Qingshan.