black and white

Feibai was surprised that he could still exist. He should have died in martyrdom.

But thinking about it, he took it for granted that the person who should have fallen is still doing well in Qingjie, who else can control him except himself?There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Feibai's lips, this is also the so-called balance, right?

The world is divided, the chaos is clear and turbid, and the yin and yang are created by nature. There are saints who come from outside the sky to spread the voice of the Dao, open the wisdom of living beings, and accumulate immeasurable merit.

——The First Record of the History of the Chaotic World and the Heavenly Realm

Ye Luo, who was walking on the land of the turbid world, had no expression on his face, the air pressure in his body was low, and the anger in his chest was about to burst out, but every time he was forced to suppress him, he wanted to keep this full of anger, so as not to wait to see When she saw that person, her heart softened and she refused to settle accounts with him.

Facts have proved that even if the Emperor Ye was furious and buried corpses in the Six Realms, there would only be a drop of his anger in front of that person.

Sitting on the ground in vain, leaning against the weeping willow, holding a scroll in hand, three thousand disciples in front of him, all listening respectfully.

Just suddenly, his hand trembled, the book was crooked, and with a wave of his hand, besides the flowers, plants and trees, only he and a person with an unpredictable expression walking slowly across from him were left.

Feibai stood up, brushed his clothes, and he casually placed the scroll on the ground. He looked at the man who stopped in front of him, his expression was as indifferent as it was millions of years ago, and the man also looked at him indifferently. Looking at him, I don't see the former Feiyang.

They are close at hand, they are on opposite ends of the world.

Feibai smiled, he slowly raised the corners of his lips, raised his hand, his slender and white fingers firmly but slowly stroked the eyebrows and eyes of the person opposite him, groping inch by inch.

Ye Luo lowered his eyelids, let his fingertips brush across his face, his eyelashes trembled slightly twice.

"I've grown up," Fei Bai said.

Ye Luo raised his head and clenched the fingers that had slid across his face.

(Note: Feibai was born under the relatively complete rules of the Qing world, while Yeluo was conceived by the remaining part of the incomplete rules, and Feibai was born earlier, Yeluo was born to lose, and then the two worlds were separated. After becoming a world, there are actually some connections. Should it be a world? The turbid world is because of the existence of Yeluo, and when the rules of the turbid world are complete, there is no intelligent life except Feibai, and the turbid world is perfect. Only the pure Tao, so Feibai’s consciousness is left behind, and then walks the world as the incarnation of Tao.)

The author has something to say: Well, it’s gone. Although I really don’t want to finish writing, I still need an ending. Also, the writing style is very immature, and many things have not been expressed. It may be a bit messy (self-reflection). Next time I will do my best to prepare and cheer for the author, and I would also like to thank everyone who reads this short story, thank you.