The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Crying the dawn of spring, thousands of hectares of rivers and mountains are clear and flat.Don't drink the Zongjiao's Tibetan wine, and I will meet my brother after many years.Why should we always accompany each other in life, and send the east wind with lovesickness from afar. "

The leisurely whistle of the zither echoed in the lingling moonlight and floated into the vast sky.

The song of congratulations is over, but a golden light flashed by, and Chu Wanning's candle-holding paper dragon came out, and the two jumped on the back of the dragon, and then they took the wind and went away...

Later, Xue Meng found two letters with similar handwriting in the brocade box.One is from Chu Wanning, and the other is from Mo Weiyu.

Mo Weiyu's letter was very long, it told various stories later, told many of his previous secrets, and explained that they didn't want to appear rashly because they didn't know what the world thinks of them, and dragged them down. The pinnacle of life and death.As for this new Dragon City scimitar, it was tempered by him and Chu Wanning trying to obtain materials in the past few months, and it may be usable.

However, Chu Wanning's letter is much shorter, with a few neat lines of regular script on the letter:

My lord, Yuheng feels ashamed in his heart, so he has no face to meet you.The road ahead will be long, so cherish it.A late night crabapple is embedded in the handle of the dragon city knife, which can accompany the lord for the rest of his life.If you need to take Yuheng's meager strength to honor the Lord in the future, you can do it by dispatch.

That night, Xue Meng looked at the word "Lord" for a long time.

Until late at night, when the cups were scattered and everything was silent, he didn't come back to his senses.Thinking that from now on, he might never hear his master call his name again, but only hear the revered master, he felt that he had never been so tired of the many rules in this world.

But at least Chu Wanning is still there, and Mo Ran is still there.They may be thousands of miles apart in the future, and they may not be able to see each other for several years, but after all, they can still enjoy this piece of moonlight in the world together, which is more or less a relief.

At the foot of the peak of death and life, the town of impermanence.

Two people wearing hoods and cloaks came from the dark night, walked to the bustling night market, and found a supper stall with colorful lights and lights.

Among them, the very tall and slender man said: "Boss, I want a clear soup Gudong pot, crispy bamboo shoots, tofu, thousand sheets, fungus, thinly sliced ​​beef, thinly sliced ​​mutton, tripe louvers, crispy meat, crystal fish fillets, hibiscus Shrimp balls..."

Another person said lightly: "It's almost enough, I can't eat it."

"Then add mandarin fish with pine nuts and two cans of soy milk—"

"..." The man pursed his thin lips, "Don't order any more."

These two guys are none other than Chu Wanning and Mo Weiyu who just gave Xue Meng a gift.

"Then let's have another sweet-scented osmanthus root at the end." After Mo Ran finished speaking, he smiled, "Can you do it?"

The little second brother who runs the hall is very eager: "Originally, I don't know it. This is a dish in the Jianghuai area. But Meng Potang on the top of death and life often cooks it, so we at the foot of the mountain have also learned a little bit. Oh, yes, we have big dishes here. Where is the hero recipe, do you two want to see it?"

Chu Wanning frowned: "...what recipe?"

"The recipe of the great hero. Don't you two know?" Xiaoer introduced proudly, "There was a catastrophe a few days ago, and the two immortals who settled the catastrophe are the peak of our life and death. Hey, impermanence Everyone in the wine shop in the town now cooks some special dishes, which are based on the tastes of those two immortals!"

As he said that, he took out two bamboo cards from his waist and enthusiastically handed them to Chu Wanning and Mo Ran.

"This is Chu Xianjun's recipe." Afraid that they might not understand, Xiaoer explained happily, "It is said that Chu Xianjun likes to eat something that is slightly burnt, so we have Jiaoliu meatballs and fried crispy rice here. Burnt tofu and boiled vegetables, oh yes, this squirrel mandarin fish will also be specially fried to make it burnt."

Chu WanNing: "..."

The Mo Ran on the opposite side raised his hand to drink a cup of tea in order to hold back his laughter.

But he raised his hand and flipped through another piece of "Mo Xianjun Recipe", and the tea in his mouth almost spewed out——

"Cough cough cough!!"

Xiao Er was a little panicked: "Oh, what's wrong with you, guest officer? Are you all right?"

"It's all right, cough cough..." Mo Ran choked and asked the bamboo sign, "What are you guys? Why is there such a thing as Begonia Sweetheart Cake on Mo Xianjun's recipe? I haven't even heard of it .”

"It is said that Mo Xianjun likes sweets."

Ink burning: "..."

"He also likes crabapple flowers." Xiaoer explained with a bright tongue like Bai Xiaosheng in the world, "so our lady boss created this crabapple sweetheart cake. The sugar on top here is more than usual desserts. Thirty percent, guaranteed to be so sweet that your tongue is numb!"

"...Can I still eat it?"

Xiaoer smiled and said: "Why can't I eat it? It's very good. Why don't the two guests have a recipe of Xianjun Mo and a recipe of Xianjun Chu? Both immortals like to eat. Try it You don't suffer, try it and you won't be fooled."

Chu Wanning had a headache: "No. I don't like coke, thank you."

The ink burned and said with a smile: "I actually don't like sweets so much."

"Oh, that's a pity." Xiaoer scratched his head regretfully. He seemed to really admire the new dishes in this restaurant. He could still hear him muttering when he was far away, "He is a hero who saved the world after all." What about your favorite dishes... are you curious about what you want to try..."

Chu Wanning: "..."

Mo Ran: "Pfft."

"What are you laughing at?" Chu Wanning glanced at him, "Is it so funny?"

"No." Mo Ran's eyes were dark, "It's just happy. When you are happy, you can laugh at little things."

He said, turning his head to look at the bustling crowd on the street. After the turmoil subsided, the mundane fireworks were ignited again. The women were picking out makeup and jewelry, and buying some red paper New Year's goods for New Year's Eve, while the men gathered in the bright Drinking and chatting in front of the supper stand, the lanterns illuminate the leisurely faces, the atmosphere is warm, and even the grease on the cheeks is not so annoying.

A group of children ran over screaming and laughing, and they didn't know what game they were playing. One child was wearing a mask, and the other group ran away like rabbits in front, shouting incessantly: "Don't let him catch, hahaha , don't let him catch it."

Mo Ran supported his chin with his hands. He has always been very handsome in this action, and there is even a hint of cuteness in his handsomeness.

He suddenly sighed contentedly: "That's great."

As he spoke, he looked up at the brightly lit Peak of Death and Life, and repeated again: "That's great."

Chu Wanning said: "...It's not too good. You just heard that Xue Meng is calling us."

"..." Mo Ran was silent for a while, but still smiled, "But if we really stay, he will be embarrassed again."

Chu WanNing said: "I know."

A few dishes were served, and Mo Ran muttered while eating: "Xue Meng still has some childishness. In fact, it is best now. If we return to the peak of death and life, troubles will follow. And he may Bear with me for a day or two, let's try in a month or two?"

Ga Beng bit a peanut, and Mo Ran seemed a little aggrieved.

"He must have kicked me out."

Chu Wanning held back his smile, and knocked his head with chopsticks: "You are the child's heart."

"Really." Mo Ran said, "When he drives me away, I have to leave. The head order is scary."

Chu Wanning really couldn't help it this time, and laughed softly: "Don't mess around. How can he drive you away. It's clear that we don't want to stay, so don't rely on him."

"Okay." Mo Ran scratched his head and grinned deeply, "Brother Engong is right."

Chu Wanning said: "Dinner. Let's go home after dinner."

They are now hiding in the depths of Nanping Mountain.Since the ink burned all the souls and returned to the body, the two have been living there.It's not that I deliberately avoided the world, but I just felt that it was just right to pass by this place after halfway through the world, so I stopped in that paradise.

Everything is just right.

With a piece of crispy meat caught, Mo Ran's black eyes curved, and he said with a smile: "Actually, it's really my fault."

"Ok?"

"I really don't want to go back."

"Are you afraid that he will blame you?"

"No." Mo Ran smiled and touched his nose, "I'm afraid he will call me Shi Niang."

Chu WanNing: "..."

Mo Ran's eyes are very gentle, black and black, and there is a faint purple when the luster flows, but those purples look very kind now, he sighed: "It's hard to grow a generation."

"Have a meal!"

Mo Ran obediently bowed his head to eat, as if two fluffy dog ​​ears popped out of his head, drooping down softly and docilely.

However, in fact, Chu Wanning is very clear that Mo Ran is not unwilling to return to the peak of death and life.In fact, whether he, himself, or Xue Meng, they all want to reunite, but time kills everyone, and sometimes the ignorant and frivolous years have passed, and they just can’t come back, no one can reluctantly.

Everyone of them understands this truth, but Mo Ran is afraid that he will feel uncomfortable, so he will take full responsibility and make him laugh.

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked you carefully." Chu Wanning said, "On the day of the war... how did you know that you would be able to come back?"

Mo Ranpa pulled the rice grains and thought for a while: "... If I tell the truth, will you blame me?"

Chu Wanning looked at him with a pair of clear eyes: "What do you say."

Mo Ran rubbed the back of his neck, lowered his head and laughed: "Actually, after the door of the demon world opened, I also felt a kind of spiritual power flowing in my body... But at that time, I still followed the will of the fairy, and my head was dizzy. Drowsy, and didn't think too much."

"Ah."

"It was when it was about to dissipate in the end, I suddenly remembered this crop."

"..."

"I was betting at that time, maybe I, like Song Xingyi, was the kind of special beauty seat." Mo Ran said, "It is said in the history books that as long as the body of the demons is not broken and the soul is complete, is it easy to want to be reborn? ? So I thought... If I really am, then as long as I insist on returning to my body, I should be able to come back to life."

Chu Wanning frowned slightly: "Before this, I always thought it was a legend that the soul of the demon race could return to its own body." After a pause, he asked again, "Why didn't Song Qiutong survive back then?"

The ink burned helplessly: "Even if the devil wants to be resurrected, he must have a very, very strong desire to survive."

"..."

"That feeling... How should I put it, it's like giving me a life-saving rope before falling off a cliff. The rope is covered with oil, and if I'm not careful, I will fall into the abyss. I have to hold on to the rope tightly Climb up, don't relax for a moment, and then you can return to your own body."

"Wan Ning, I've always wanted to come to you." Mo Ran raised his eyes and looked at him, "That's why I can come back."

The lantern above the head swayed, and Chu Wanning looked at the other party's dark and deep eyes, and felt that the chest was not soft enough.He is still not used to this feeling of weakness, so he quickly turned his face away.

Mo Ran smiled: "In fact, there is another very important reason."

"Ok?"

"The sphenoid bone beauty seat is a half-devil. Before the magic door is opened, this method of rebirth is not applicable to us." Mo Ran said, "It is because we have absorbed the magic energy and gained power-otherwise we will still be mortals. And the heart of my body has already been destroyed, after I got the magic breath, I felt that kind of power is much stronger than the power of the spiritual core, so I thought that I might be able to use it to recover."

Chu Wanning said: "So when you let me go, you were not sure if you could be reborn..."

Mo Ran looked at the other party's slightly squinted eyes, and then realized that he had said something wrong, and couldn't help being a little flustered. He coughed lightly and wanted to change the topic: "Hey, this fish is good."

Where would Chu Wanning be fooled, staring at him: "If you didn't come back in the end. When I went to Nanping Mountain, I still saw a cold corpse."

"..." Hearing his dull tone, Mo Ran couldn't stand it anymore, lowered his head and bit his lips for a while, then raised his face, "Yes."

"..."

"I don't want you to die. Whether I live or not."

Seeing that Chu Wanning's eyes were reddish, it seemed to be in pain and seemed to want to get angry, Mo Ran stretched out five fingers to hold his hand on the table, and rubbed it in his palm.

In the glitz and gloom of the lamp, he said hoarsely: "I know that I may have lied to you by doing that, but even if I am hated and blamed by you for this, I can't just watch you die."

He said, closing his eyes suddenly, his eyelashes trembling.

"I've watched it for two lifetimes."

Chu Wanning's tense back slowly slowed down, and the clenched knuckles gradually lost their strength, but the tails of the eyes were still red and a little wet.

The steam from the Gudong pot rose densely, and the clear soup in the stove was bubbling.In this piece of hard-won worldly fireworks, Mo Ran held Chu Wanning's hand and intertwined his fingers.

He said: "At that time, I thought, if I really lost the bet, I can wait for you...for ten years, decades, if you become a fairy, I can wait for you for hundreds of years or thousands of years."

"..."

"The world is very good. Wan Ning, I don't want you to die for me."

Suddenly a boiling bubble in the pot burst, and some hot water splashed out, just splashing on Chu Wanning's arm.Of course, the sprinkling of hot water wouldn't hurt anyone, but he reflexively withdrew his hand and lowered his head.

After lowering his head, he felt that he should be more calm, so he raised his head again and stared at the traitor who didn't know what to do or what to do.

Mo Ran was amused by his actions: "What's wrong? Stare at me for a while, and stare at the table for a while."

Chu Wanning was about to say something. At this time, the evening bell of Tongtian Tower rang, falling from the top of the towering mountain, and echoing in the lively night market of Wuchang Town.

"Oops."

After counting the time, Chu Wanning's face changed slightly.

The turning point of time has arrived...

He suddenly stared at the man sitting across from him, seeing that man who was smiling just now suddenly closed his eyes, he felt anxious——

Since Mo Ran's resurrection, every three days, the consciousness of Stepping Xianjun will re-occupy the body, and it will not disappear until late at night on the second day.

This kind of situation happened, probably because the consciousness soul belonging to Ta Xianjun had been separated from the other two souls and seven souls for a long time, and it was difficult to integrate into one consciousness, so even if the souls were merged now, they would be carried out at intervals. Change personality.

Sure enough, after a while, when Mo Ran opened his eyes again, the brilliance of those eyes had changed.

Emperor Taxian raised his handsome face slowly. It was obviously the same person with the same body, but his demeanor would lose some righteousness and add some dangerous and mysterious evil.

Ta Xianjun grinned, his lips and teeth were thick, and he smiled flamboyantly and recklessly: "Well... I haven't seen you in three days, so I would rather miss you tonight?"

"…………"

He lowered his head and looked at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, as well as the half-eaten Gudong pot.Finally, the critical eyes of the former emperor of the human world fell on the dilapidated wooden chairs on the street and the obviously cramped greasy dining table.

——Those things that are fireworks in the world to Grandmaster Mo.

to him……

"Xiao Er! Get me over here!"

"Mo Ran, sit down!"

Such a commotion suddenly alarmed the diners around, everyone turned their heads one after another, and suddenly someone said: "Ah!... Is that Grandmaster Chu?"

"Huh? Mo, Mo Xianjun seems to be here too? Isn't he dead?... Someone rub my eyes, I must be blind..."

"You're not blind, I saw it too."

A little girl screamed: "Ah! It's really Mo Xianjun!!"

The excessive movement attracted the attention of passers-by, and more and more eyes were cast on them, and some people even recognized them completely. Chu Wanning's face was black, and he yelled "The table is so broken, How can you eat? Did you make a mistake!" The Emperor Taxian, before more people rushed over, summoned Yujian in the chaos and fled in a hurry.

When rising into the sky, Chu Wanning finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The moonlight is clear and clear, the rest of the life after the catastrophe.

Everything would be fine - if it wasn't for Ta Xianjun who was still moaning grumpily behind him, and said dissatisfiedly, "What's so good about Mo Xianjun?"

"..."

"A bunch of troublemakers! Why do they only remember Mo Xianjun?"

"..."

"It's me who repairs the Xuanwu enchantment!"

"..."

"I am the one who saved their dog's life!"

"..."

"It is this seat who blocks the torrential flood!"

Chu Wanning looked sideways, looking at the gnashing and angry man who couldn't help it, and suddenly felt that this guy was really narrow-minded, even eating his own jealousy.

"What are you looking at?!" Suddenly caught a glimpse of Chu Wanning's smiling eyes, Ta Xianjun was stunned first, then narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth angrily and pretending not to care, "Even you. seat!"

With a slap in the face, Chu Wanning was caught off guard, and said angrily, "Don't move!" Sure enough, the sword under his feet shook slightly, but was soon stabilized by Ta Xianjun with a finger.

Ta Xianjun wrapped him in his black gold cloak, and hummed unhappily: "What are you afraid of? With this seat, can you still fall to death?"

Speaking of urging Yujian, the shadow of the sword flew towards Nanping Mountain like a black whirlwind in the moonlight high above the sky...

It was late at night, just like every ordinary couple.

They go home.

Later, people would occasionally see Master Mo and Master Chu in the rivers and lakes, but they came and went without a trace, like a shadow in the shadows.

Later, there was another rumor in the cultivation world.Legend has it that there is a blind doctor who traveled from Jiangnan to Mobei. He always wears a bamboo hat and veil, and no one has ever seen his true appearance.The only thing I know is that this blind man has excellent medical skills. He traveled all over the poor mountains and rivers, helping and treating thousands of people without taking a cent.

The most famous story about this doctor is: there was a group of teenagers in Wuchang Town who were kidnapped and sold by monks when they were young. They scalded their skin and flesh and turned them into human bears. They are still difficult to cure.The doctor came here to practice medicine, and when he heard about it, he used the skin on his wrist as a medicine to cut the flesh in exchange for those teenagers to regain their health.The townspeople were very grateful and asked for their titles.

But the doctor said that he was just a sinner.

After many, many years, the great wars of that year have become yellowed old news, so long that the children who were once childish have already smoked, most of the young people who used to be married have families, and many heroes who were once heroes have gray hair on their temples.

Another year from winter to spring.

Xue Ziming, the head of the Peak of Death and Life, has taken a young boy from Chui Piao as his personal disciple, and treats him as if he was his own.This little guy is familiar with himself, and he is not afraid of the famous Lord Xue.All day pestering Xue Meng to ask questions.One day, the little guy came over curiously and asked him: "Master, I have heard a lot of stories about Master and Master's uncle. Are they...are they still in touch with Master now?"

At that time, Xue Ziming, a generation of sages, stood by the Xuan window, looking at the bright peach blossoms outside the window, and said peacefully: "Occasionally."

The little guy was quite eager: "Then why don't you invite them back?"

"..."

"The red lotus waterside pavilion and the master's uncle's disciple room are all empty, and no one else has ever lived in them." The little disciple pulled Xue Ziming's wide sleeve cuffs, "Master, master, tell them to come back, I have listened to the storytelling For several paragraphs, it has been said that the ancestor and the uncle are great heroes that are rare in the world..."

Xue Meng turned his light brown eyes, and looked at the little guy with a half-smile in the spring sun: "Do you want to be a hero in the future?"

"Sure!" The little disciple puffed up his cheeks, looking full of ambition, "Master, how can there be no promising apprentices? I want to do something big!"

"Being promising doesn't necessarily mean achieving great things." Xue Mengdao, "If you can be upright all your life, don't bully the weak, don't yield to the strong, don't be arrogant in good times, and don't be discouraged in adversity... Also, you can be cautious and confident. Judge a person or a thing with reservations, and always have a compassionate heart. When you are an octogenarian, you can say that you have no shame in your heart, and you will be a great hero."

"..."

"what happened?"

After all, the little guy is young, Xue Meng turned his head again and found that he was already yawning.

Seeing the master staring at him, he yawned halfway and forcefully held it back. There were sleepy tears in the corners of his eyes, but he still tried his best to straighten his back, and nodded as if thinking thoughtfully.

This stronger look is really like the young phoenix chicks in their youth.

Xue Meng held back his smile, pretending to be serious and asked: "Remember?"

Hastily said: "Remember."

Xue Meng asked again: "Understand?"

"Listen..." His tone faltered, "I don't understand..."

After a while, he said aggrievedly: "Master, what you said is too convoluted..."

Xue Meng didn't blame him. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and patted his head: "Forget it. It's really too much."

"hey-hey."

"If you want to be a hero, remember one thing first."

The little disciple hurriedly straightened his back and listened attentively.He probably thought that Xue Meng was going to tell him some particularly powerful moves or essentials, and his black and white eyes were all round.

The sun flowed on Xue Meng's face, and Xue Meng smiled as the flower shadow flowed.

-

"Don't speculate on others, it is the highest dignity that people can give themselves."

After he finished speaking, he leaned over and picked up the ignorant little guy, leading him out of the house and to the end of the garden.Looking from here, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the mountain peaks are soaring, and the red lotus waterside pavilion is hidden in the clouds and mist.Through the clouds all over the ground, you can see the bustling towns below the mountain and the Yudai River from afar.

As soon as the wind blew, the little disciple's sleepiness disappeared and he stopped yawning.

After all, he is still so young and childish, every flower and bird can win his favor.

Xue Meng and him stood by the railing, looked at the scenery of Sichuan with him for a while, and asked, "What did you see?"

The little guy didn't know why: "Mountain... house... water... and fog..."

Xue Meng listened with a smile, his temper has become more and more calm now, and it seems that it is very far away to get angry easily.

He and his disciples stood by the railing, looking at the same world of mortals. What the child saw were houses, and what he saw was the rise and fall of Wuchang Town at the foot of the mountain. The bustling appearance of the territory of Shangxiu Realm.

What a child sees is water, and what he sees is the river of forgetfulness flowing eastward, and sometimes he feels that there is a monk standing by the river, holding a soul-inducing lamp in his hand, and said to him solemnly: "Benefactor Xue , go to the underworld..."

What the child sees is the fog, what he sees are the scattered souls in life, floating around the peak of life and death all year round.

His father and mother were also among them, and he could always see them later, in Wujianping, in the back garden, in Mengpotang, and at Naihe Bridge, even if he closed his eyes.In fact, apart from the three souls and seven souls, there is probably another kind of soul, which is only born in the hearts of loved ones—when you miss them, they will come to you.

Xue Meng hugged his little apprentice, and looked far away at the Frost Heaven Palace in the mountains, where many of his relatives and friends had parked their coffins.

Speaking of which, last year the Elder Discipline became old and passed away in a heavy snowfall in early spring.Elder Xuanji also left two years ago. People said that he did too many good deeds. If Yan Luo called his name earlier, he could be turned into a fairy.Xue Meng saw the passing of these elders one by one, from hysteria at the beginning to peace later - or helplessness.

When Elder Xuanji's funeral can be arranged calmly, Xue Meng will also miss his former self, but it's just a nostalgia, he will no longer be addicted to the past and cannot escape.

He is the leader of a faction and also a disciple of Yuheng, so he always looks forward.

"Master?" A small pink hand in front of him was shaking, calling Xue Meng's consciousness back, "What is Master thinking?"

Xue Meng smiled and said: "I'm thinking about some past events."

When mentioning the past, the little guy got a little excited, and tried to continue the unfinished topic just now: "Master ancestor and master uncle..."

"In fact, they will come back every New Year's Eve." Xue Meng said, "You can see them this year."

The little guy curled his lips, a little dissatisfied: "But why only New Year's Eve? Why didn't they stay? I heard that Uncle Shi is very powerful, and he went down with a knife—"

Xue Meng raised his hand and poked his head: "Your head fell off."

The little apprentice stuck out his tongue, but he was not afraid.

Xue Meng seemed very serious: "Really. Your uncle is a little... how to say... split."

"Huh? Split?"

Xue Meng nodded: "I will take you to see him on New Year's Eve this year. However, you can only stay until the midnight, and once the hour passes, you have to leave."

"Why?" The child sounded nervous and excited, and opened his eyes curiously.

Xue Meng said: "...unless you want to call him His Majesty."

"Ah..." I was even more confused when I heard it. This young disciple who had just started blinked his eyes. He was about to ask again. Xue Meng seemed to remember something unbearable, so he simply put him down. Freeing his hands to rub the center of his brows, he looked like he was dying of a headache.

I haven't seen Master so distressed since I started getting started, and the little guy couldn't help but become more interested in the legendary "split" uncle. He chased Xue Meng and asked:

"Master, master, uncle, he—"

"Don't ask."

"The master, he..."

"Don't ask."

"The ancestor and uncle..."

"Go back and copy the books!"

"Oh, Master, you are so fierce..."

In the clear sky of Sichuan, the pure sunlight fell on the master and apprentice through the branches. The wind was blowing, blowing over Xue Meng's clothes, blowing over the immature cheeks of the young apprentice, and blowing over the magnificent summit of life and death. Blowing through the dark green grass in front of the tomb of heroes.

The wind blows, and it travels all over thousands of miles of rivers and mountains overnight. It blows over the blind man hanging the pot to help the world, the brothers admiring plums on the snowfield, the girl drinking by the dragon soul pool in Jiaoshan, and the married couple returning to seclusion in the deep valley of Nanping.Wherever it passes, the mountains and rivers remain the same, Haiyan and rivers are clear.

Meeting and parting, getting to know each other and meeting each other, the fates of countless people are intertwined. Although we can't stop at a certain night banquet where we enjoy wine together, the sweet dreams will never wake up, but there will always be broken pieces left by relatives, close friends, and lovers in a person. Shadows, no matter whether they are alive or dead, no matter whether those people have left or not, these fragments will always follow you like a shadow and return with you.

With a breeze blowing over the face, the crabapple trees in front of the Tongtian Pagoda were in full bloom, no different from yesterday.The long night has passed, and everywhere in the world, each has its own home, and now everything is peaceful.

Xue Meng looked up at the same towering pagoda, and the pagoda was solemn.

He seemed to recall something, smiled, took the little apprentice's hand, and walked towards the Danxin Hall, the largest sect in the world.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the song that the master and apprentice sang leisurely on the Tongtian Tower when he ascended the throne many years ago.

I visit my old friend under the bright moon, lanterns, flowers and people's faces are red.Once the young phoenix crows at the dawn of spring, the vast expanse of rivers and mountains are peaceful.Don't drink the Zongjiao's Tibetan wine, and I will meet my brother after many years.

……

Why should we always accompany each other in life, and send the east wind with lovesickness from afar.

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