"Why did you bring her... and..." The white-haired young man took another sip of wine and closed his eyes.
"She's here, if you can cut it, go and cut it!" Wang Lin picked up the hip flask, took a sip, and spoke slowly.
The white-haired young man was silent until he drank all the pot of wine.
"Are you blaming me..."
"You are me, I am you, I blame you, that is, I blame myself." Wang Lin smiled calmly.
"I'm still asleep at the moment, using the trick of deceiving the Tao to compile this dream, and it is not for me to control it, but to derive it by myself according to the miscellaneous Taoism in the three Tao fruit..." Bai Faqing said in a young voice.
Wang Lin did not speak.
Two people, or one person, are on this painting boat, in the world where all this has stopped, drinking wine one by one.
The years have not been lost, the catkins are still floating, but the two have drunk too much wine.
"In this life, how..." the white-haired young man said softly after a long time.
"Why do you ask me, my feelings are also your feelings." Wang Lin put down the flask.
"Are you ready..." The white-haired young man sighed, looking at Li Muwan, his eyes gradually blurred.
"Let's go." Wang Lin turned his head to look at Li Muwan, with a deep reluctance in his eyes, but even if he didn't give up, he knew that he was going to leave... This dream, woke up...
There are many, many things waiting for him to do, and many, many people waiting for him.
"Wait for me, Wan'er, I will wake you up..."
The white-haired young man also showed reluctance in his eyes. He stood up silently, came to Li Muwan, lowered his head, and kissed lightly between his brows. The reluctance in his eyes was hidden. While sorrow appeared, he suddenly turned around and raised his right hand towards Li Muwan. As soon as the sky caught, a jug of wine appeared in his hand.
Putting it down gently, the white-haired young man stepped forward in a long sigh, his figure turned into a white bird, went straight to the sky, and gradually disappeared.
Although he leaves, everything in this world is still in a pause, without the slightest change, only the pot of wine is there, waiting to be picked up, drunk, and over.
Wang Lin was silent, time stopped and there was no passing, but after a long, long time, Wang Lin came to Li Muwan's side, sat next to her, put his hands on the guqin, closed his eyes, and slowly played the sound of the piano.
There is no piano sound reverberating, but there is a piano sound permeating Wang Lin's heart, bursts of sorrow and nostalgia, a dream piano will eventually end, unforgettable lovesickness.
"That year, that day, we met the Burning Nation in Xiu Demon Overseas, a chase, a depression, a calling voice, and the loneliness I looked down at.
Year after year, several times of reincarnation, we are in the two corners of the mortal world in our dreams, and how many years have passed, each of us groping in the world, but once met, we passed by in a daze.
The final meeting is also a moment of waking up from a dream, even if reluctant to give up, even if reluctant to give up..."
At the end of the song, Wang Lin opened his old eyes and trembling his right hand. He picked up the wine left in the pot and looked at the jug. He looked at Li Muwan, this one looked like the sky and the earth, and this one looked like the sea and the stone.
This glance was awakening from a dream.
With a silent laugh, Wang Lin took the jug and put it to his mouth, looking at the world, looking at the world he had existed for more than 70 years, and drank a full jug of wine in one gulp!
The wine is like water, not spicy.
But like a fire, when he entered Wang Lin's belly, it burned fiercely.
"What is cause and effect... I open my palms as the cause, and grasp as the effect..."
The sky and the earth roared, and the boat Wang Lin was on dissipated directly and dissipated together, as well as the river water, the stone bridge, the countless painting boats on the river, and the boundless catkins floating in the sky.
There seemed to be an invisible ripple, spreading in all directions with Wang Lin as the center. All the houses in Suzhou City disappeared in an instant, not only Suzhou City, but also Zhao Kingdom, as well as the mountains and rivers. All the sects, the mountain villages, and the official roads, all of this, all disappeared at this moment.
Zhao Kingdom, and outside of Zhao Kingdom, whether the Soul Refining Sect, the Snow Region, or the different kingdoms, all the heavens and the earth collapsed together.
There is also the endless sea, the roaring waves, and the other side of the sea, the other continent, the hometown of Li Muwan, and at this moment, all of them disappear, whether the country is burning, or the country of Xuanwu. , There was also the Xiu Demon Sea, and the homes of Wang Lin and Li Muwan, the valley, also at this moment, turned into fly ash and collapsed.
All the existence of the earth disappeared together... What was left was the mortals and monks who maintained these various movements. They did not disappear, but were peacefully everywhere in this world.
Just like Li Muwan and Dafu beside Wang Lin at this moment.
"What is life and death... I live with my left hand, and die with my right..." Two lines of tears were left in Wang Lin's eyes. At the moment his words were uttered, the sky was roaring with lightning, and the entire Vermillion Bird star was filled.
At the moment that words fell, Li Muwan, who was the closest to him by Wang Lin's body, seemed to be swept by the wind and turned into a piece of fly ash, not only her, but the countless mortals on the disappearing river, as well as the inner land of Su City. All the mortals left behind after disappearing disappeared.
In the entire Zhao country, all the strange or familiar figures of Wang Lin disappeared at this moment.
Liu Mei was originally standing on the top of a mountain. After the mountain disappeared, she seemed to be standing in the sky. At this moment, the wind came, her figure was blurred, and she went with the wind.
Xu Fei, Zhou Rui, these two women were originally flying in the sky. At this moment, as time solidified, as the wind blew, their bodies turned into flying ash and swept away.
Wang Zhuo, dressed in black, was standing on Hengyue Mountain. At this moment, the wind moved and his figure collapsed.
There was also the real person Huanglong, and the ancestor of the Teng family, and countless monks in the Zhao country, and even outside of the Zhao country, Zhou Wutai was looking at a young man in front of him, that young man was his disciple.
Looking at that disciple, Zhou Wutai, together with him, dissipated into the world in the wind.
There are also Skylark, Niantian and Yuntian of Soul Refining Sect, and the Vermillion Bird. Whether it was this continent or the other continent at the end of the sea, all the people disappeared without a trace.
In this world, at this moment, there is no earth, no creatures, only the sky is left.
The only thing that didn't disappear was Wang Lin with tears and the big blessing beside him.
In this world, there are only two of them left.
Li Muwan’s dissipated, Wang Lin’s tears fell gently and sank into the endless void. I didn’t know where to go. The thunder and lightning in the sky roared and echoed under the cross, forming a huge vortex. Inside the vortex, it was pitch black. In the bloody light in the middle, the white-haired young man also had tears streaming down his closed eyes.
He didn't give up... But the dream, there will be a moment of awakening, and this moment will come sooner or later. Today, after finishing a date with him, after drinking a pot of wine, the dream is broken.
"What is true and false... My Wang Lin, opening eyes is true, closing eyes... is false..." At the moment this sentence was uttered, Wang Lin grasped Dafu's right hand, overlapping with the golden mark on his wrist, his old eyes, Closed slowly.
At the moment he closed his eyes, scenes of scenes appeared before his eyes. These scenes made him unforgettable and made him reluctant to give up, but in the end, after appearing, they disappeared in the world one by one, wanting to find , Only in memory.
In the picture, he saw himself, Li Muwan, and Dafu sitting on the painting boat. Time was frozen at that moment.
He saw a horse-drawn carriage, walking along the official road in the middle of the wind and snow, and slowly drove towards his hometown in the mountain village in the snow.
He saw himself and Li Muwan, at home in that valley, under the sound of the piano, the happy time, the eyes of the two people looking at each other, seemed to be a permanent retrospective, but when people looked back, they couldn’t see clearly. .
He saw himself sitting on the blue stone of the mountain, understanding the world, and worshiping endless monks for thousands of miles around. Among those crowds, he saw tears in Liu Mei's eyes.
He saw that beside the dead volcano, he pointed at the sky and roared. He could bear everything and deceive himself with everything, but he could not deceive himself to cut off the cause and effect with Li Muwan. He couldn't do it. , He pointed to the sky, pointed to the white bird, and asked himself howling.
Can you cut it, can you cut it, you cut it continuously! ! !
He saw a merchant ship struggling in the sea on the sea, in the endless wind and waves, and he saw all the people on the ship, singing the sea rhymes spread by Henggu, he saw a kind of The inverse between life and death!
He saw that in the rain curtain, outside a pavilion, a woman holding a baby, her whole body was cold enough to make the rain ice.
He saw the confused eyes of Liu Mei at the border of Zhao State, and the pill left in the smile.
He saw his father closing his eyes in his arms, seeing the autumn leaves with souls on the roof, getting farther and farther... He saw the eyes that his mother never opened again, and the corners of his mouth. Smile as if dreaming of his father, leaving with him.
He saw the inside of Su City, he glared at the monk who came to kill, and frightened him with a single word!
He saw Su Dao, saw his burial ground, and saw that when the catkins were flying that year, he was still a young man, with a big blessing, waiting for a date with him on the painting boat.
The last thing he saw was a humble inn beside the official road. On the table in the inn, a drunk young man was lying on his stomach. When he saw the young man, the boy frowned, over and over again. Go and push.
"Brother, wake up... Hey, this is really a scholar, he was so drunk after two glasses. My inn is going to make a sample, you wake up..."
He saw the drunk young man, raised his head, smirked and said a word with loose eyes.
"I'm telling you, I just had a dream... I dreamt that I became a fairy..."
All the pictures, at the moment the fairy character was exported, all turned into fuzzy fragments.
Wang Lin's eyes were completely closed. The moment he closed his eyes, the sky collapsed, and everything in this dream disappeared.
wake up…
The white-haired young man who was lying there forever in the dark emptiness that existed inside and outside the world, called the mansion wall by the old warrior ghost, opened his eyes in the bloody light.
"Dependent emptiness, vacuum is wonderful... I understand..."