Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

When I woke up again, the Tianmen had disappeared, and even the jade-white stone steps were gone.There is only one flat road left under the feet, extending along both sides of the Great Wall of the Northern Wilderness, like two white wings covering the frozen ground.

The surrounding mist also gradually dissipated, the floating clouds no longer covered the eyes, and the golden setting sun spread all over the field.

As long as you lower your head, you can get a glimpse of the scene at the foot of the Great Wall.

At the foot of the Great Wall, there was a rejoicing Northern Expeditionary Army. Soldiers were celebrating their victory, lighting bonfires and waving flags. Intermittent singing wafted in the wind, and the lingering sound penetrated into Di Dongqing's ears.

Although the singing voice was weak, it was real and vivid. Compared with it, everything that Lu Zhengqiu experienced seemed to be separated by a world.

At his feet were two broken ice picks, and there were still stains of blood on the handle, which was the trace left by him all the way up.

On the ice cliff at his feet, there are also potholes he dug, and the way back is clearly discernible.

Man has been saved, and many are waiting for his return.

He didn't leave, but turned around, raised his head slightly, and looked towards the silent mountain peak in the north.

The sky fire is no longer turbulent, replaced by sparkling snow all over the sky, as if someone sprinkled a handful of gold leaf at the end of the dome, the brilliance of the setting sun fell into the period, converging into a ring of the sun, and spanning the entire sky like a rainbow.

He vaguely recalled that at the end of the rest of his life, the sun ring was dancing like this, lighting up the world extravagantly and regardless of trade-offs.

How many years has this scene lasted, and how many years will it last? The ghosts use five hundred as autumn, and the toon trees use eight thousand as winter. From ancient times to today, it has not changed.Compared with it, life is only a few dozen years, but it is just a flick of a finger.

The golden rainbow made him dizzy and hesitant, and the abyss under his feet turned into a sweet temptation. As long as he opened his arms, took a few steps forward, and let his body fall freely, he would be able to cast aside all troubles and become immortal.

But he couldn't, because he had promised to live on even if he was alone.

Even if he has seen the rest of his life in a moment, even if the joy and hope of the rest of his life have been exhausted, even if there is only infinite loneliness ahead, he will still burn alone in the ashes, and carry the burden for the long journey.

This is a sin he willingly shoulders.

The setting sun sank a little more, and it won't be long before Beijiang will enter the long night, and he should go, he should return to the world.

But he couldn't move forward.

He has endured too much, how many times he has endured not to take his master away, and since then the two of them have disappeared between the world and no longer care about worldly affairs.How many times had he scolded himself for such selfish thoughts.

Now, he finally doesn't have to bear all this.

The wind brushed over his chest, pierced the flesh and ribs, and passed over the softest part of his heart.There was a voice yelling—wait a little longer.

Maybe it won't be long before the person he was waiting for will return.Just like nine years ago, when he stretched out his arms in the dusty alley, his five fingers spread out, hanging in mid-air, waiting patiently for him.

Even if it was just wishful thinking, he still wanted to wait a little longer.

After tonight, he will no longer live for himself.So, why not indulge for a while before the setting sun rises.Compared with decades of loneliness, the moment in front of me is really nothing.

This is the only willful act of the future medical hero.

Before dawn, he stood in the snow, waiting silently.

Lu Zhengqiu lowered his eyes and saw his own toes.

It took him some effort to truly believe that his consciousness had not dissipated, even though he didn't know where he was, he couldn't see the gate of heaven at his feet, he couldn't even see the shadow of the Great Wall of the Northern Wilderness, and there was only an open space around him, like a cloud. The top is like the bottom of the water.

He has been to many places, but this is not any corner he knows.

He tried to take a step, and found that his body was light and free.The scars on his hands and feet healed without treatment, and the darkness in front of him did not dissipate.Even the bone-piercing cold poison that has been churning in the internal organs all year round has completely left his body.

When he was a baby, he survived by devouring the rotten soil and roots in the dark swamp, and since he was a child, he has been boarded by the remnants of ghosts.In his memory, he has never been free from the torment of illness for a moment.But at this moment, he felt unprecedented carefree.

It turns out that the taste of being free from suffering and disease is so wonderful.

It turned out that he could also enjoy this incomparable happiness.

He tried to clench and open his palms, and raised his neck to take a deep breath. His body became as free as the wind, as if he could go anywhere with just one thought.

But his happiness didn't last long, because he soon thought of someone.

"holly?"

Limbs and bones seemed to have turned into a cloud, a gust of breeze, and lightly lost weight, but the name between the lips and teeth was still heavily burned in the heart, resounding loudly.

He called again, but still no answer.He gradually felt afraid, his heart seemed to be clenched tightly by invisible hands, uneven wrinkles gathered on the smooth and flat surface, and dense blood gushed out of the crevices of the wrinkles.

He had to tell the man that he was alive.He had to hurry back to that person's side.However, there is no way back around, only a vastness and nothingness.

"You are no longer in Shenzhou." It was a hazy voice that answered him.

He turned around sharply, looking around, but the echoes were everywhere, so that he could hardly believe his ears.

"Where is this place?"

"It's outside the world."

"Who are you?"

"He who created you."

Lu Zhengqiu struggled to find his voice, and then saw something not far away, hanging in the air.It was a ball of golden, hazy light, like a wriggling cocoon, the translucent surface was covered by a layer of film, in which light and shadow intertwined, collided, melted and separated, changing into endless shapes, It seems real and illusory, with an indescribable attraction.

"This is?"

"This is the world."

Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"The heaven and the earth were born in such an overlapping of yin and yang. Liangyi gave birth to four images, four images gave birth to gossip, and gossip gave birth to all things in the world. The same is true of your Shenzhou."

The words were like a fantasy, but it was impossible to explain. Lu Zhengqiu remembered the scene he had seen in the underground palace of the imperial city. Trace the picture in the cocoon.

The two colors of yin and yang are endlessly changing, and even if it takes an eternity, it is impossible to outline all the shapes.

Memories gradually surfaced in his mind, and Lu Zhengqiu finally remembered the origin of this voice—after the flood disappeared, the shadow hidden in the clouds, the indifferent and ruthless judge who smashed the pillar of heaven and tried to reshape the world.

Lu Zhengqiu asked in an inconceivable tone: "Are you Zhuzhao Primordial Spirit?"

The voice replied, "It's me."

"Could it be you who saved me?"

"it's me."