God [Ancient Sword]

The 200 years of time are like smoke that rises and disappears without a trace. From spring to summer, from bonuses to leaves, it is as short as a handful of black hair that is gently combed in the mirror in the morning. Pale as thin snow, and as long as the geese waiting for the rain to stop under his eaves countless times, they will fly away with their necks held high in the future. trace.

So thoughts become gravel, slipping away between the fingers one by one, blown away by the wind, what should be found, can never be found again.

When he stayed in the city, a delicate elm tree grew in front of the small courtyard of Wuwa, a white brick house. When he suddenly came back to his senses, the tree was already higher than the roof.The spring breeze blows away the first touch of green, and people passing by can always salivate when they look up.

Back then, there was a child who came to pick elm money. He climbed the tree but couldn’t get down and cried. His friends dispersed. He wiped his tears, then sat on the tree branch and looked into the courtyard wall curiously and innocently. I saw that man who knew his fate was sitting quietly on the stone stool, still in the clear breeze and bright moon, Xiao Shuxuan, with one hand on the stone table and a yellowed bamboo stick in the other, with a jug of wine in front of him, but spread out Holding two wine glasses, looking at the door and sitting for a whole day.

Since then, I have seen Gu Xi from Banbai, his hunched back, his pale hair, withered like a bamboo stick in his hand.

Later, the child grew into a high-spirited official with wide sleeves and a crown. Before leaving, he rolled up his sleeves in the courtyard and bowed respectfully. He said, Mr. Dongfang, although we do not have the title of master and apprentice, the students have already respected you as a teacher in their hearts. ...Thank you sir for your guidance over the years.

The water in this city is as gentle and clear as silk, flowing through every canal, small stone bridges, weeping willows leaning over the steps to fetch water, and the wooden doors of shops facing the street in the wind. There was a creaking sound in the middle of the rain, and the water vapor that lingered for a long time condensed into a faint mist and permeated the air, just like the beautiful colors drawn by ink and wash, winding and moving.

The child who held the broken wooden shaft and looked at the sky foolishly and said why my kite has not come back, it should come back after playing in the sky tired, inherited the tofu shop at home, married a wife The two girls holding hands and selling magnolias in baskets along the street, smiling sweetly and singing songs, each married and raised their husbands and children; The child who broke two front teeth and cried out of breath, grew up to be tall, fat and strong, and became the fast catcher of the Dongcheng Yamen... Many years later, their child is still standing under the elm tree , salivating, staring at the fresh and delicious elm money, and said, sir, can we pick a little bit, just a little bit-just like the picture many years ago, exactly the same.

Everything changed, and it seemed the same, like, he was still sitting here, watching, waiting.

The life of a demon is very long.Good monsters do not touch karma, get the aura of heaven and earth, and live longer.But he is rotten from the very root of his soul, no matter how clean his body is, he will defile him. The bamboo demon's life of 200 years is already the limit.

In the last moments before the body withered and the demon body collapsed, he fell into a dream again and could not wake up.

In the world opened up by the Great God Pangu, the heaven and the five spirits were born, and the five elements between the heaven and the earth are in order. The immortals from later generations hold his qin and admire the barren and beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

When he came back to his senses, the huge and ethereal god had dissipated from his original body, and she had turned into his size, standing quietly by his side.The soft long hair stretched to her feet like the black sky water, the clouds and rays of the sky turned into a delicate veil covering her body, and the place where her bare feet stepped was full of green and youthful vitality. Everywhere, even the cold wind is gentle like a slender hand blowing flowers.

"You...don't need to maintain the order of the world anymore?" Xian asked.

Pangu opened up the world and turned it into a new world, and Zhulong guarded the world from returning to chaos. The third great god in this world, it was she who called the law of chaos to plan the order of the world, and it was she who guarded the new era. During the long years of opening, the new world was able to operate successfully.

"The most basic order has been established," said the god, as the chaos was completely destroyed, and the new world was no longer threatened with destruction. "It will evolve its own appearance."

The fairy looked at the sky, and the gods transformed from the elemental spirits had disappeared.This era is filled with the most primitive and purest vitality in the world. There are no physical constraints and strict rules. When gods are born, they are as huge as mountains.They didn't want to stay in Buzhou Mountain, and left one by one for a long time.The Zhongming of the Earth escapes into Kunlun, the Shuhai of the Wood turns into a towering giant tree and takes root in Tiannan, Wu of the Sky of Water follows the Yellow Springs to the North Pole, and Bi Fang of the Fire jumps to the East China Sea, and the Jinzhi plays with it A round of stars in the sky made the sea of ​​stars even more chaotic and they didn't know how to arrange them well. They were so bored that they fell asleep on the central land.

Sitting next to the gods, the immortal watched them leave. Knowing their destination, he felt infinite sorrow in his heart, but he couldn't say anything. "Where are they going?" he murmured.

"Go where they should go," the god said to him.

Xian's fingertips plucking the strings stopped. He raised his head and looked into her quiet eyes. He had a feeling that she knew everything.She guarded the birth of the elemental spirits that opened the sky one by one, handed over their laws one by one, watched them maintain the world on their behalf, and then watched them leave Buzhou Mountain one by one to go to any corner of the world .

The way she looks at the world has never changed.Very quiet, very quiet, when any kind of thing is relaxed to a certain limit, there will always be an illusion of extreme tenderness.She uses this kind of seemingly gentle eyes to see the evolution of the world, and the rotation of her eyes, to see the trajectory of time and space.

This is the lotus seed of the chaotic green lotus.He is the greatest and noblest god in the world.

"Does the return of all living beings lead to death?" Xian asked.

"You will touch it yourself," said the god.

What did he touch?

I am confused, my consciousness is in a mixed and unclear state, dreams and reality alternate with each other, too many things are blurred as if they have been forcibly distorted—God, please look at me, the fairy who strayed into time and space is in my heart He shouted loudly, but he couldn't say a word, the strong wind blew away his long hair and clothes, and the intermittent piano sound was torn into harsh notes...

He struggled to open his eyes at that dusk, staring blankly at the sun shining through the window screens and reflecting a faint circle of light in the room with his dim eyes, and the fine dust reflected a transparent halo in the light, causing severe pain.

He heard the sound of children clapping their hands, bouncing and running past the courtyard gate.

He thought of the person he had waited for so many years for the future.

Feeling the gray-yellow bamboo stick beside the pillow, he straightened up with difficulty, standing up tremblingly, the severe pain spread from the depths of his soul to every inch of flesh and every bone marrow, feeling the bones creaking and moaning in pain. He groaned, every step he took, it seemed that the flesh and blood would break away from the bones and spread down.No matter how many times you endure the pain, you will not retreat at all.

Where are you?Are you here yet?

I have seen this small town for so many years, I have had Lantern Festivals for so many years, and I have brewed peach blossom wine for so many years. I know the newborn children in every family, and I can distinguish the faces of every traveler passing by.

— not you.

Why don't you come?I've been waiting until the last life, why haven't I seen you yet?

Will you still come?

He sat down on the stone bench he had been sitting on for more than 30 years with difficulty, his eyes staring at the direction of the door with his eyes that could no longer see clearly, and the withered bamboo stick in his hand had the last breath of life left. Life is gone.

In September, the autumn wind blows.White banners were hung at the gates of most of the houses in Qinchuan City.

Mr. Dongfang, who lived in Mujuli, Wanggui Bridge, Dongcheng, passed away.

There are elderly people who still remember the middle-aged man wandering at the bridge, leaning on a half-yellow bamboo stick, looking like a scholar, a literati and a poet, with a very strong character in appearance, and even in his old age. It looks tight.He bought a house in Qiaotou and lived in it for more than 30 years.

How many people have never picked the elm coins in front of his door when they were young, never listened to his lectures, never asked him to cure diseases, never learned how to make lamps from him, never stole the wine he buried under the peach blossom tree, he saw With so many people growing up and getting old, even though they died alone, even the neighbors helped to arrange the funeral affairs, but the people who had received his kindness all made white cloth banners and hung them at the door to express their condolences.

A month later, the white banners were taken down one after another, and replaced by red banners praying for the seriously ill young master of Ouyang's family on the other side of the bridge.

What a good child, quiet, well-behaved, not to mention how good-looking he is when he smiles.Unknowingly, he contracted a cold and became seriously ill, and the doctors were helpless. It happened that the old Mr. Dongfang, the most skilled doctor in the East City, passed away, and he almost never woke up after getting sick.

Ouyang's family wasn't originally from Qinchuan, their grandparents moved here for about three generations, and their poems and books were handed down to the family, and they didn't have the common problems of big families. They were all grown up by the neighbors, and now it feels like their own children have suffered a catastrophe, and they are very worried.

Fortunately, the illness came like a mountain, and the illness went like a snag.The young master finally survived, and as winter gradually entered, his health gradually improved.

The red flag was not taken down, but the lantern was happily hung up.The people of Ouyang's family thanked each other from door to door, and the people in Qinchuan City were all beaming as if they had a happy event at home.

It was snowing heavily.

Ouyang Shaogong couldn't see the scenery outside the window through the screen, but he could hear the sound of snow falling on the tiles on the grass and trees, the small clusters seemed to fall in the bottom of his heart.There was a charcoal brazier burning in the room, and the girl and woman stared at him with piercing eyes like a thief, and if she stretched out her hand from her sleeve because she was too hot, she would be so frightened that she would tell him to put it back.

He leaned against the bed with a sleepy expression, his blood was indeed weak, even he himself did not expect that this soul crossing would be so thrilling.

But he could clearly feel the vitality flowing in the blood—after the soul crossing was successful, the vitality hidden in the soul would slowly radiate.So many gifts found in the previous life, at least some of them have been applied to this body, the body has spiritual roots, and the aptitude is extremely high-level, even if the occupation of the body is unexpectedly difficult, he can be regarded as taking advantage of it.

When the snow falls, spring will come.

He is slowly coming to an end, but Ah Yan, where are you?

The author has something to say: 10.12

Damn! !I just found out now that the boss Lan Sheng was 25 years old when the main drama started, and Lan Sheng was only 18 years old! 18! ! ! !The previous setting for Ah Yan's life has to be changed, um, so let's make another appearance in the next chapter...

Yes, you think well, Ah Yan and Lan Sheng are childhood sweethearts...