Li Muwan’s voice contained tenderness, the same tenderness as deep as the sea, and it passed into Wang Lin’s ears, making Wang Lin’s heart quiet, soft, and that old face seemed to have become younger at this moment. He looked at Li Muwan and forgot the passage of time.
Li Muwan's words, Wang Lin's life in the dream, are unforgettable, he can't forget, or overlap with the life in the dream, the valley where he and her have lived for many years appeared in front of him.
The valley flowers bloomed and set, and the two of them were left in the middle of the year, the eternal figure, and the sound of the piano, which made people intoxicated and did not want to wake up.
Wang Lin, don't want to wake up.
In that valley, he watched Li Muwan's red face and gray hair become withered bones, and the cruel scenes seemed to tear his heart apart, making him feel sad in pain.
He remembered that he held Li Muwan's body and let out his strongest scream towards the sky.
"Even if the sky makes you die, I will take you back!"
That voice reverberated in Wang Lin's mind all the time. It came from a dream and merged into Wang Lin's full strength.
"This dream, let me stay with you until the sky is deserted..." Li Muwan hugged Wang Lin tightly, as if afraid that Wang Lin would leave, murmured softly with tears in her eyes, saying it again, again, and again...
She can't tell how many times she has said it.
Wang Lin raised his dry hands, stroked Li Muwan's blue silk, with a soft expression, and nodded.
This woman, after her death, Wang Lin's shadow became deeper and deeper in the thousand years of loneliness and memories, until she became Wang Lin's everything.
Whether it was Liu Mei, Li Qianmei, etc., among all the beauties that Wang Lin encountered later, they could not replace her shadow, and could not finally enter Wang Lin's heart.
Wang Lin himself knew that his heart had already died in that year, that month, that day, while holding Li Muwan in grief and shouting to the sky.
The colorful sky lacks a color. I will spend my whole life searching for her...
"Are you willing to cut it... Can you cut it..." Wang Lin raised his head and looked at the sky. Looking at the sky, there seemed to be a white bird circling at the end of the sky, and asked softly.
In the thirty-first year after leaving the country of Zhao, Wang Lin and Li Muwan were sitting on the bluestone, and thousands of miles under the surrounding mountains, there were countless monks sitting cross-legged. Wang Lin was holding Li Muwan, smiling, and together with her, he felt the world. .
Gradually, Wang Lin's words became less and less, starting from once a year until he could only say a few years.
"Dependent-originated emptiness, this is cause and effect. If you wait, you can become enlightened..." In the winter of the thirty-second year when he left the country of Zhao, Wang Lin stood up from the blue stone amidst the falling snow. Very weak, he could feel that his life had reached the last moment, and after only the last part of the journey was left, he would die even if he didn't want to.
This dream is very real, very real, he is a mortal in this dream.
Death is an end, the end of a dream, but in the same way, it is also the beginning of everything.
Li Muwan was still very young, and she gently supported Wang Lin and stood with him on the blue stone, never giving up.
With Liu Mei in the distance, she silently looked at Wang Lin and Li Muwan. The confusion in her eyes grew deeper and deeper over the years, until finally, it became an indescribable pain that made her bow her head.
"Remember, where is your home..." Wang Lin said softly as his voice became more and more vicissitudes of life.
Li Muwan nodded with tears in her eyes.
"Take me." Wang Lin stroked Li Muwan's blue hair and old face, revealing two thousand years of thoughts.
Li Muwan bit her lower lip, supported Wang Lin, and jumped up, leading him to break through the void, and walked away under the gaze of countless monks in the surrounding thousands of miles.
Until disappeared in the horizon, disappeared in everyone's eyes, as if, never appeared, never came.
The wind, blowing by Wang Lin, brought up his gray hair, and fluttered behind his head. The pale hair fell on Li Muwan’s face while dancing, entangled with her blue silk, the black and The white interlaced, seemingly reluctant to separate forever.
Li Muwan's eyes were gentle, and she looked at Wang Lin from time to time as she walked forward, with warmth and attachment on her face.
Wang Lin watched the earth at his feet flashing in the whistling of the wind one by one, watching the volcanoes everywhere, plains and jungles everywhere, and even the mortal capitals, all of them almost turned into black spots. Mortal.
I don't know how long it has passed until the ground at the foot gradually changed to emerald green, and a continuous mountain gradually appeared. In that mountain, there was a hidden valley.
That valley was his second home besides Zhao Wai.
That is his and her, home.
Changhong fell to the ground, and countless large trees and grass underneath moved in unison. The leaves swayed under the rustling noise, and soon calmed down. Li Muwan supported Wang Lin, and when he appeared, he had already arrived in the valley.
The valley is empty, weeds are everywhere, and there are not many wild flowers in those grasses, exuding bursts of fragrance.
"I'm home..." Wang Lin looked dazed, looking at everything in the valley, there seemed to be longing and sadness, coming from his soul, making him look at it, while the sadness was permeating, his eyes fell on Li Muwan's body. .
Li Muwan also looked around, and after a long time, a happy smile appeared on her face.
"Wang Lin, let's not think about whether this is a dream or not, we are here and live, okay."
"good."
Time, like this, slowly passed, the weeds in the valley had all disappeared, a simple wooden house appeared in the valley, day after day, with that beautiful piano sound, whirling in the sky of this valley.
In the sound of the piano, Wang Lin sat aside, with a walking stick in his hand, his appearance was even older, and among the folds of his face, there were brown spots dripping on his skin.
That is the old man's spot. In each spot, it is like the annual ring of a tree, permanently carrying the imprint of the years.
He was still wearing that white robe, with a smile, listening to Li Muwan's piano, and looking at the woman who was also sitting in front of him, stroking the piano with her hands.
The face of this woman is no longer as young as when she came here, but as an old woman like him.
This was caused by Li Muwan's magical powers. She didn't want Wang Lin to look at her young self while she was old, but to be with him, just like mortals, counting each other's white hair, and walking through the rest of her life.
How could Wang Lin know her mind? He didn't stop it, but looked at his wife tenderly.
His wife.
There is a kind of sentiment that does not care about each other's age, does not care about each other's looks, only cares about the soul movement of that glance.
There is a kind of love that does not care about the passage of time, does not care about the barrier between yin and yang, but cares about that dream.
There is a kind of love, that's it. In the sound of the piano, under the setting sun, two old people in the valley silently looked at each other. The old man's smile was the old woman's smile.
He looked at her, she was playing the piano, as if in this world, they had nothing but each other, no matter what the sky was falling apart, no matter how he turned the sun and the moon, no matter how he changed, everything, between these two old men In front of the lover, everything is trivial.
One year, one year.
The white bird never appeared again, as if it had left from a dream.
Under the gaze of each other, in the sound of the piano, Wang Lin and Li Muwan experienced the resuscitation of everything in spring, the catkins flying in the sun in summer, the rustle of leaves in autumn, and they walked away with their shadows.
We went to see the rain and snow together, and we have gone through the cold winters one after another.
This year is the thirty-fifth year since Wang Lin left the country of Zhao.
This year, Wang Lin felt the call of death. He understood that maybe one day, as long as he closes his eyes, he will never open them and he will walk out of this dream world. This day is getting closer and closer.
In the autumn of this year, the sky was fluttering with yellow leaves. Those leaves were blown into the valley and rolled slowly on the ground. One of them was blocked by Wang Lin's body.
Wang Lin leaned down and took the leaf with great difficulty in his hands full of age spots.
"Liu Ye returns to my roots... Wan'er, I'm leaving... Take me one last journey, accompany me to Zhao Country, take the big blessing, we go to Sioux City, go there, complete my dream life, the last date with myself.
He didn't come back then. This time, he will definitely come. "
Li Muwan's white hair, with the reluctance and attachment, helped Wang Lin and walked out of their home. In the sky, turning into a long rainbow towards the distance, towards the other side of the sea, the continent where Zhao Kingdom exists, went.
Here, it is a dream, but it is not a dream. It is caused by Wang Lin's magical powers through the Tao. The decades in the dream are the same as the time outside the dream.
Outside of the dream is the Cultivation Alliance, the four star regions, and the final battle between the inside and outside of the world!
In the past few decades, the war between the inside and outside of the world has reached a deep and fierce degree, and the outside army has scattered about the death of the venerable, with all their strength, launched a crazy invasion into the world.
The ancient power barrier borrowed by Qinglin collapsed more than 30 years ago. With the influx of countless monks from outside the world, the two sides suffered heavy casualties in the battle, blood filled the starry sky, and the bloody breath. It is even harder to imagine that the four star regions in the realm have become a world like hell.
In this increasingly cruel life and death, many great powers in the world gave up the sea of clouds and Zhaohe. All their power was concentrated in the two realms of Luo Tian and Kun Xu, making the final struggle.
In that despair, the rumors about the death of the princes have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even though Qingshui was turned into Wang Lin, in the First World War more than ten years ago, Qingshui was respected and wounded by Xu Shentian and almost died.
In this way, the news of the death of the venerable priest can no longer be stopped, and the mind of the cultivators in the realm will be hit by a heavy blow that cannot be healed.
A month ago, the Kunxu Star Territory also faced a difficult choice, whether to give up and go to Luo Tian to die, or to stay in the hometown of the venerable, outside the Vermilion Star, to fight to the end with enemies from outside the world!