bright.
When the ink burned and opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a purple cloudy sky. He blinked slowly, turned his neck slowly, and then he got up - he found that this was not the sky, but a palace made of amethyst, because the palace was so big, a brick was comparable to a carriage, That's why he mistakenly thought it was the cloud.
A tall man stood in the distance, leaning against the window and looking out.
The man was wearing a robe of indistinguishable texture, with bare feet, a luminous glass cup in his hand, and absently turning the amber liquid inside. Outside the window, there was a tree of red and bright flowers, and there was a little silver light dripping from the heart.
There is no such clothes in the world, no such flowers.
The ink burns to be sure that there is no such a palace in the world.
"Where am I?" he asked.
The man's fingertips moved for a while, and his face was slightly sideways, but because of the back light, the ink burned and couldn't see his face.
"You are very calm, hero."
"… "
The man drank all the wine in the glass, put the glass on the window sill at will, and walked towards him.
Soon, the ink burned clearly. This man has a face that is slightly similar to Gou Chen Shanggong, the first blood-red spider mole under the corner of his eyes, his lips are very thin, and he doesn't look very good.
"I am the second-generation Lord of the Demon World." The man said slowly, his eyes staring at the burning reaction, "You are now in the Demon Palace."
The ink burned for a moment and said: "... If you don't say it, I will treat you as Emperor Yama."
The man chuckled: "You are so convinced that you are dead?"
"No." Mo Ran looked at his eyes, "I don't think so. But I don't think I'm still alive."
Demon Venerable's smile became more obvious: "You're right."
He stretched out his hand, and the fingertips wearing the black dragon scale gloves easily penetrated the chest of the ink burning, and the ink burning did not feel the slightest pain.
"You are indeed not a living person." Demon Venerable said, "You are just a gathered soul."
The ink burned without saying a word.
The Demon Venerable said lazily: "My ancestors set a rule that the sphenoid beauty seat in the mortal world cannot return to the Demon Realm unless it is hostile to the gods and destroys the forbidden art of Fuxi. ... From the Zhenlong chess game to the life and death gate of time and space, you are for them. Did it, my hero."
The ink burned gloomily: "That's not what I want to do. That's Hua Binan-"
"He is a godless bastard." Demon Venerable's eyes showed a look of contempt, "He once swore that he would never kill his kind in his life. But he didn't do it."
"...You mean he killed Song Qiutong?"
"No." Mozun said, a pair of ruby-like eyes reflected the phantom of the burning ink. He raised his hand and gently stroked the face of the burning soul, "You know who I am talking about."
"… "
"You have already sensed it from the moment the door of the Demon Realm opened." Demon Venerable's eyes were sharp like a sharp knife, "Otherwise you wouldn't have promised your little fairy in the end, you actually know it in your own heart. ."
The ink burned without a sound, and the two eyelashes fell.
Demon Venerable slowly straightened up, and his tall figure cast a thick black shadow on the ground. He said: "Mo Weiyu, you should know that there is a very special kind of beauty seat in this world. They won't shed golden tears, and they won't have any demonic breath. If they don't recognize their ancestors, they will even be seated with beauty. Even the Huangshan evil spirits of Qi can't detect it. So some people won't realize their true identity until they die..."
The ink burned dryly: "So what."
Demon Venerable smiled: "So what?... You should know that this kind of person can inherit the domineering spiritual power of the ancient Demon Race, just like Song Xingyi, the Lord of Huabi many years ago."
As he said, a purple-black Huaguang suddenly lit up on his fingertips. He pointed this Huaguang towards the ink burning, and the halo immediately floated into the ink burning soul. At the same time, the ink burning only felt a surge. The vigorous power vibrated and galloped in the three souls and six souls, and then was completely absorbed by himself.
The Demon Venerable looked at everything in front of him and said with a smile, "Look, you can really absorb the strength of my clan."
"… "
"I'm talking about you." Demon Venerable said, "You are another special beauty seat after Song Xingyi. It's just that you never found out. Hua Binan didn't even notice it."
The ink burned and raised his eyes.
Mozun put his hands behind his back and looked at the floating flowers outside the window again: "Pity him, he swore that he would never hurt his clan, and said he would protect every sphenoid beauty seat that can be protected. But it will kill you for a lifetime."
The ink burned up from the ground, and he was not in the mood to listen to these, whether he was killed or used, it was all over.
There is only one thing he cares about now: "Can I go back?"
"Where are you going back?" Demon Venerable glanced back at him, "Human world?"
"world."
"What good is there in the world, a group of ants. You have the ability and courage, not to mention that you are my clan." The Demon Venerable said lightly, "It is precisely because you are a demon that I can call your soul and call you back to the devil. Gong-stay here, you will have ten thousand years of life, you told me with your strength that you can serve my clan."
The ink burned but smiled: "Sorry, I have only let others work for me, not for anyone."
Demon Venerable Red's faint pupils stared at him, without speaking, only with a little scrutiny and censure.
"...Okay." Mo Ran said, "There is only one exception. I am willing to serve him."
Demon Venerable sneered: "You serve a piece of wood?"
"He's not a piece of wood."
Mozun rolled his eyes: "I call him Xiaoxianjun to be polite. He is not even a god, that is, a rotten seedling planted by Shennong Laoer." Seeing that the ink burned more and more angry, Mozun lived. Mouth, turned sideways, leaning against the window sill with a thin waist, "Are you having a bad mind?"
"You have to figure out one thing." Demon Venerable said, "If you really plan to go back, you still won't get the supply of the Demon Race. You can only live for decades, at most a hundred years."
The ink burned very tight before, but when I heard this, I smiled instead: "So long?"
"… "
"It's really a hundred years old in this world."
The demons seemed a little confused and annoyed: "Humans are only ants in their lifetime, what can they do in decades? What can they do in a hundred years? You have torn apart the gate of life and death in time and space, and mastered the precious game of chess, old man Fuxi. I'm afraid you'll be half-toed with anger in the sky, you have such talent, but you are willing to be a bastard in the tail." The more he said, the more unhappy he became, and finally he simply said, "Idiot."
Mo Ran lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes were shaking. The demons thought he was angry at first, but after a while, after a closer look, he realized that he was holding back a smile.
Demon Venerable: "..."
Mo Ran raised his head and smiled brightly: "How do you know?"
"… "
"In the world, many people say I'm stupid."
Demon Venerable rubbed his brow bone with his hand, he seemed to have a headache, and he almost groaned: "How can there be such a shameful demon..."
"I never felt that I was a devil." Mo Ran said, "Only at the moment when the devil's door opened, I vaguely felt it."
The demon glared at him.
The ink burned for a while, but stopped laughing. He looked at Mozun: "No matter what, thank you for protecting my soul."
"I cherish talent."
Mo Ran shook his head, he did not intend to continue to talk about this with Demon Venerable.
He just looked at the man in front of him sincerely and earnestly with those eyes that had touched countless souls before, and said, "But I'm sorry. I want to go back to the world."
"… "
No one spoke again.
"Reason." In the end, Demon Venerable said stiffly, "Give me a reason."
"Because I promised someone."
Ink burning said.
"I promised. Will come back to him."
Kunlun Stepping Snow Palace.
At this moment, the snow in the Tianshan Mountains has stopped, the cracks in time and space have finally closed, and the torrent and life and death of the previous life are like a ridiculous dream.
The beginning of the sunset gradually penetrated, and the sky and the earth were magnificent and peaceful.
"Master Chu!"
"Grandmaster! Grandmaster!"
Someone was calling him in his ears, and his consciousness slowly returned to the cage.
Chu nightning opened his eyes, his eyes were empty for a while, and the dust and smoke of two lifetimes seemed to fall and rest in these eyes. He thought for a moment that he was on the verge of death and life, when he was woken up by the noisy voice of his disciples on a winter afternoon. It was as if in the dark and cold Wushan Hall, Liu Gong was calling him back to the world with a sigh beside the couch.
After a long time, his eyes gradually became clearer. The brown pupils turned, he looked at the monks surrounding him, the sky was snowing, the night was already lingering, and there was a red glow in the depths of the clouds.
He closed his eyes slightly and murmured hoarsely: "The ink burns..."
It seemed that the dead young man was responding to his nostalgia, or perhaps it was an illusion created by his obsession—he suddenly saw a few golden-red streamers floating out from the cracks in the door of life and death, sliding across the rouge-colored sky. , fly away...
what is that? !
Chu nightning opened his eyes at once, but not because of the shouting of the people next to him, but because of the golden red.
… What it is? !
His doomed hopes were ignited by those wondrous lights, and he struggled to his feet, without being supported by anyone, and without saying a word. Chu nightning stumbled along with the golden light, and behind him were the anxious voices of people.
"Master Chu..."
At this moment, the mud and sand were finally washed away. Everyone knew that Mo Weiyu was not a sinner, but the price was too high. This kind of innocence behind him had no meaning.
But just like Mo Ran actually never cares about the opinions of the world, he is clear, he is turbid, he is mad, and he is crazy. The same is true for Chu nightning. What the two of them ask for is just a heart without regrets.
"Master!!"
Xue Meng was going to chase him, but before he walked a few steps, he heard a commotion in the crowd.
A disciple over at Gu Yueye shouted in panic, "Sect Master! Sect Master, what's wrong with you?!"
Xue Meng was stunned and turned back suddenly to push aside the crowd, but seeing that Jiang Xi couldn't support it, he had fallen into the snow, and there was blood gushing out of the big beach.
"What's going on?!" Gu Yueye's elder roared angrily, "Isn't it okay just now?! How could this be?!"
A disciple timidly pointed at a hideous scar on Jiang Xi's waist.
"Yes... Was it hit by a sharp weapon in the torrent before? The head was afraid that the scene would become more chaotic, so he never said..."
There was a faint smell of blood in the air. Before dawn, Jiang Xi fell into the peaceful world and closed his eyes in the peaceful world.
"Hurry up and heal!"
"What are you still doing! Save him!"
Xue Meng's heart was shaken, and his mind was in a mess. He staggered, still holding the Snow Phoenix that Jiang Xi gave him. He turned his head and wanted to chase after Chu Wanning's back, but he only moved half an inch, and he knelt on the spot with a plop, and finally burst into tears.
He didn't know that the mountains and rivers were so narrow, where could there be no more love and hatred? When the world raises its head, there are no old people to accompany it. Those arrogant and complacent, sword-wielding warriors in their youth are already riding in the dust, and they will never look back.
On the vast Qiongshan Snow Road, Chu Wanning watched the golden red light fly to the sky and go to the distant mountains...
"Trust me, I'll try my best to meet you."
"I am waiting for you in another world."
Suddenly, he trembled, but Chu nightning didn't dare to think too much. Before seeing the truth with his own eyes, he didn't dare to hope.
At this time, the rising sun had pierced through the darkness of the Great Abyss, rising from the bleak cold of last night. Ten thousand feet of golden light sprinkled on the abrupt, ups and downs of the mountain road. The early sun rises, the pale red shines on the vast sea of people, and Canjin celebrates the rest of his life after the catastrophe.
Chu nightning looked at the rising sun, the fingertips twisted the talisman, and the golden light flashed.
"Thang Long - Summon!"
A long howl. His paper dragon holding a candle broke through the wind in the heavy snow, coiling around his body and making a sound like a bell.
The little dragon raised his eyes to see that the red dust was still good, and his heart was happy, and he couldn't help but start laughing with his master again: "Is the weather calm?"
"Um."
"Finished?"
"Um."
The paper dragon was even happier. It flew in the air for a long time before it fell down, and then, like every time I saw him, he joked: "By the way, Chu nightning, why are you always alone? ."
Chu nightning stood quietly in the wind, and the snow seeds fell on his long eyelashes. He couldn't help recalling what he said to himself when the ink burned parting, and only felt his heart beating. After a while of silence, he raised his head and said to the paper dragon lying upside down, "Take me to a place."
"where?"
Chu nightning turned over on the back of the dragon, and the giant dragon stood up. He faced the wind and snow in the sky and overlooked the silver equipment of the earth. The sun was shining brighter and brighter. In the dawn that finally came, he said to the giant dragon, "Go to Nanping Mountain. I'm going to see him."
Canglong wanted to talk nonsense for a while, but his horns were curled up, and in the end he didn't say anything.
In fact, it is also very clear where the owner wants to go back and who is the person he is looking for. It made a roar of the sea, and before jumping into the sky, Chu nightning glanced back at this magnificent river and mountain.
Long sky, long clouds. From the windy and snowy Kunlun Road, he chased the golden light away, and finally galloped towards the distant rivers and lakes where the light rain had just fallen.
Mo Ran promised him that he would come back.
So he believed in him, and he went to the place where they last parted, to meet him.
"You said... those golden rays of light, will it be the soul of his return?"
The candle dragon tossed in the sea of clouds and hummed: "You ask me, I will ask who to go."
"Are you saying those souls will return to his body?"
Torch Dragon reluctantly said, "Probably..."
Nanping Mountain will arrive soon, without hesitation, without doubt, Chu nightning seems to be sure where the golden red brilliance will eventually go. He rides the wind candle dragon and perches outside the bamboo forest deep in Nanping.
"Is the person you're looking for here?"
Chu nightning didn't answer, he got down from the dragon, he only felt that there was a heavy stone on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.
"I saved a smoldering body here before." His fingers trembled unconsciously, "so if his soul can come back, then..."
He originally wanted to say that it would definitely be here, but the words came to his lips, but he did not say any more.
What if not here
He also wanted to give himself hope, he didn't want to talk to death.
Paper Candle Dragon has a heart of grass and trees, shaking his head: "What if he doesn't come back?"
"… "
"What if those golden rays of light dissipated before they reached this point?"
"… "
"if-"
Chu nightning turned back suddenly, his eyes were fierce but his eyes were red: "Then I will burn you to bury him."
"Oh, I'm so scared."
The candle dragon hummed into a golden light, and the gigantic body turned into a small snake, perched on the shoulders of Chu Wanning. It bumped its head against its owner's cheek.
It knows the temperament of Chu nightning, and naturally it will not take it seriously. It sighs: "Looking at your expression, why do I think you want to bury him more."
After speaking, he scratched the back of Chu Wanning's head with the tip of his tail.
"doing what?"
"I'm afraid if you don't scratch you, you will faint." Xiaolong sighed and slapped his tail, "Your face is so ugly."
"… "
"It's like the kind of gambler who walks into the casino for the last time with his life savings."
Chu nightning rarely refuted it, he closed his eyes.
Xiaozhulong said that it was the savings of his life, but this was actually wrong.
That was his disciple of two lifetimes, his lover of two lifetimes, and a fool who used flesh and blood for two lifetimes to fall into the quagmire and fulfill his mighty whiteness.
the rest of his life.
The mountain road is long and the snow is creaking.
In the distance lies an old hut in disrepair. Chu nightning stood in front of the hut, his fingertips trembling, and he was clearly just a small courtyard in disrepair, but it seemed to be heavier and more difficult to reach than the gate of the devil.
He was as stiff as a piece of wood, and he raised his hand several times, but it all fell the moment he touched the door.
Xiaolong: "Oh, if you don't push the door, then I'll come, I-"
The door opened.
It was not pushed by Chu nightning, nor was it by Xiaolong.
The door was originally closed, and it was probably because the breeze pity people, could not bear your sorrow, so the wind squeaked open the thin wood door.
Chu nightning stood outside the house.
There is a clearing in the hut, and the trees have not yet sprout, but the branches are covered with thin snowflakes.
Then, it was placed on a man's shoulder.
Hearing the movement, the man's figure paused for a moment, and then turned back slowly.
The light and shadow moved, and for a moment, it seemed that the earth was rejuvenating, and the light of summer was blazing.
The sound of wind that Chu nightning could not hear before, the sound of falling snow that could not be heard, and the sound of rubbing leaves that could not be heard, all return to the auricle at this moment, and everything in the world floods back into his chest like a tidal wave.
He stood on the spot and wanted to run forward, but his limbs and bones were like lead water, and he couldn't move a step. At this time, Chu nightning's ears seemed to sound like the lush cicadas under the Tongtian Tower many years ago.
That was the best years of ink-burning life.
The handsome young man walked towards the elder Yuheng leaning under the tree, towards the origin of everything, towards the beginning of the fate of two people entangled.
"Chu nightning..."
Xiaolong poked his waist from the side.
Chu nightning barely recovered, but still his throat was blocked, and he couldn't say a word.
He slowly walked towards the man standing under the dead wood, towards the end of everything, towards the end of the pain of the two worlds, towards the end of the dust.
The wind blows the leaves, Xiao Xiaoxue, Chu nightning seems to have walked through countless times of beacon fire and wolf smoke, and finally stood in front of the man.
It's like how many years ago, the young Mo Weiyu stood in front of the flourishing Chu Wanning.
He looked up and grinned.
"Xianjun Xianjun."
The voice of the past is still in the ears, and it has been two lifetimes when we meet again.
"I saw you for a long time, and you ignored me."
The empty valley is quiet and the glow is pure and clear. It seems that there are only the two of them left in the world, and there is nothing else. The ink burned in a robe. His face was still somewhat pale as he had just recovered from a serious illness.
He watched Chu Wanning coming from the morning glow and came to him, his dark eyebrows gradually revealed a gentle expression.
"Master..."
The wind stopped, and in the gap between the clouds and mists, a morning light scattered, shining on the blood-stained world.
"I met a demon. Then I had an interesting experience to tell you..."
The turmoil of the apocalypse is over.
After many years have passed, where the blood is now—
Maybe there will be new plum blossoms.