God [Ancient Sword]

`Life in Qingyutan is still very peaceful.

Li Chuhuang refines medicine, plays the qin, reads ancient books, and teaches his disciples, but most of the time he is alone, and then brings Chen Yu by his side, gentle but tough enough not to let her leave his sight.

This is Yong Ye from the upper level of the Qingyu Altar, she is not hindered anywhere, but she rarely sees others, as if so many people have made an agreement not to appear in front of her eyes.Those magnolia flowers are invincible. When Chen Yan found out, he stood in front of the flower tree for a very long time, until the sound of light footsteps came from behind him.

She looked back, waited for him to hug her, put her arms around his neck and buried her head on his shoulder, silent.

Li Chuhuang smiled slightly, his face was always as bright as the moon, but there was always something calm and crazy in his eyes: "Isn't it pretty?"

It was ugly, but she didn't speak.She touched the frozen essence on the flower.It would be fine if the solar terms were artificially changed, but this is magic.If you want to count them accurately, the demon is the magic technique derived from the root of the living being, the demon is the innate psychic power of the Tao, and the thing that breaks away from and destroys the essence of life is evil.

It looks so vibrant and blooming, but it may have died many years ago. It only maintains this illusory blooming illusion and remains in the past. It obviously symbolizes the love of nature, but it has lost the gift of life forever. —But so what, it's just flowers.She was afraid that he would say, you have such compassion for some flowers, why can't you just look at me more. ... But she sees all creatures as the same, but he really doesn't express this to her.

Occasionally, Chen Yan focused on smelling the faint but lingering smell of medicine on his body.The Green Jade Altar is famous for its skill in refining elixir. As the head of this blessed place, Li Chuhuang has been dealing with elixir furnaces for many years, so it is understandable that some medicine smells on his clothes.But she noticed a subtle difference from his daily changing medicinal fragrance.

She knows medicine.During the long reincarnation, she also learned many mortal things.Subconsciously blindly identify those medicinal materials, rare spiritual plants, strange combinations, day after day, and this medicine that has been refined for a long time, filtered all the medicinal residues on a certain day, merged into a bowl of clear medicinal soup, and brought it In front of her—it turned out that this medicine was for her.

She looked up at him.Did not ask.Clear and quiet eyes, as if there will never be waves.Most of the time, she would feel that there was nowhere to hide in such sight, but she never opened her mouth, as if she wanted to cast a shadow over the clear and clear things, but she was only deceiving herself after all.

She picked up the bowl, the medicine soup was warm and not hot, and she drank it with her head raised.

"Is it bitter?" He took the bowl, seemed a little dazed, when he put down the bowl, he wiped it subconsciously, and the porcelain turned into smoke and disappeared without a sound. He stretched out his hand like countless times before, and hugged her up.

Chen Yan shook his head.Hugging his neck tightly.

It's really...extremely painful.

Such a clean liquid seems to be condensed with the filth of the endless spring, pouring into the tip of the tongue, it is like thousands of bone needles piercing into the flesh and blood, the pain is so deep that one almost thinks it will pass away.She never even thought that one day, there would be a kind of medicine that would make her body and soul tremble to this point.

Xue Huang always said that Ah Yan couldn't feel these pains, so she asked her to come and cry for her.Chen Yan really understands, but only understands, because the time limit for pain to exist in her memory is always short.She is the Qinghua High God, a divine thought thrown into the human world by the High God, nothing can bring her long-term harm, even reincarnation.

Then every once in a while, she would drink such a bowl of extremely bitter medicine.She also never knew what it was for.

Many years later, she no longer took the medicine, but at that time she already understood that the price of these medicines must be paid in advance... This body will never grow up again.In this life, she will always stay in such a child's appearance, being held in his arms, quietly gazing at those dead and blooming magnolias in the eternal night of the sapphire altar.

How smart he is, sometimes Chen Yan would think this way, he has found that no matter what he does, she will not hate him anymore.

There is no time sequence in the big formation of Qingyu Altar, and Chen Yan rarely sees people, and he doesn't know how they keep the time, just sleep when he is tired, and continue to let go when he wakes up.But after many long sleeps, when I wake up in a daze, on the wooden couch on the other side of the bed, there is always a figure sitting, dark clothes, long black hair, not too close or far away like a shadow, quietly gazing at him. Looking at her, motionless.

... She wanted to stay by his side.Never has it been clearer than this moment that I want to stay.

It wasn’t what she said to Xue Huang many years ago, giving him a sliver of fate in order to repay the cause and effect; nor was she lying about it at that time, she was born because of him so she couldn’t leave; Really want to be with him.Even if the destiny is fulfilled and she has to die again and again, she still wants to come back.

But she can't learn to force anything.

She understood that he resented her for this - just because she would not force, he thought that she was ruthless to this point.

Chen Yan had no doubts at all, if the Tomb of the Rage God hadn't taken away his memory and made him forget the fiery and irreversible feelings he had for her, he would really have killed her once he came, as he thought.The imprint on the stone wall made him understand how many entanglements occurred in those long time, but the personal experience he once experienced has disappeared with the remnant soul and will never return.So he didn't kill her again.

But she didn't know why he kept her by his side in this life, in the form of a child.

'For me, a millennium is just an insignificant looking back, but for you, it is an unavoidable ordeal that cannot be escaped by fate. '

Chen Yan was embraced by the luthier's arms, listening to him playing the piano.

Most of the time, his qin is full of cool and bright things, as if he is playing casually, without any emotion.But sometimes, he recalled the fragments from a long time ago, so Qin Zhong naturally brought it out, lonely and full of hatred, confused and broken.

Once, he slowly put his hands on the strings to stop the lingering rhyme, stroked her hair, and then put her hands on the strings.

When he understood his intention, the small hand wrapped in his palm almost trembled when it touched the strings.

"Why doesn't Ah Yan ever touch the piano?" He put his other hand around her waist, and brought her into his arms again, he didn't know what came to his mind, so he asked calmly.

Don't know...even she doesn't know.

In ancient times, Qinghua High God had never touched a qin.It doesn't seem to be repulsive, but it is, without this awareness, to put your hand on it.It's not so much that she doesn't like it, but it seems that this thing has some unspeakable special meaning, which makes her instinctively reluctant to recall it.

But what does Qinghua High God need to avoid?

Chen Yan thought of those dreams.That is her memory—she wants to say, I saw you when the world first opened—but there is a force that makes me forget you.The nameless power, the memory of a later immortal, disappeared from her mind.But what kind of power is that?She thought, what happened at that time, that she was called Qinghua Shangshen, and also lost her memory?

"Don't you like it?" he said.

Li Chuhuang didn't know if he really wanted to teach her how to play the qin, or just had a sudden whim to put her hands on the strings to try, but when he noticed her faint flinching, he grabbed her hands back Holding it in the palm of your hand, erase this encounter and never mention it again.

He is still so gentle, just like the white-clothed fairy on the bank of the Lishui in ancient times, immersed in the turbid world, there is still a bit of purity that cannot be stained, even when good and evil are twisted and mad, he is still so gentle that it cannot be added.

Most of the time, Chen Yan could understand his contradictions in this world, but she couldn't tell them.

Good and evil are just the good and evil determined by mortals. If he has always maintained the aloofness of being a fairy, why should he blame himself for it.But he just soaked the flesh and blood soul of this earthly world.The immortal part of his body despises this dust and despises mortals, but the human part deeply resents himself in the world of mortals.

He told her he had gone mad.But what is madness?The world uses superficial cognition to define things beyond their own imagination - if you don't confine yourself with this mortal thinking - why do you have to feel palpitations about everything you do!

In her eyes, there is no difference between gods, demons and fairies.If you really want to count, the human emotions and desires are the real filth.

But he never knew that even if he was stained with dirt that could not be washed off, what she saw was still his original and fundamental appearance.For this reason, she can go through hundreds of thousands of reincarnations in the world without moving.

Chen Yan didn't know that in another corner of Mount Heng, through the mirror of reincarnation, the last phoenix in this world cried so much that even the world couldn't help mourning for it.She knows more and understands more thoroughly than the two in this reincarnation.

"Fool! Two fools!"

"Why do you insist on telling her to learn what love is? If you don't know it, it's just this concern, and she will never leave you forever! If you want to fight with the destiny, then go for it. If you are so obsessed, why do you blame the destiny for taking it?" She attacked?! You are stuck in the mud all your life, how far do you want to drag her down! How can you be willing?!"

"Why do you always refuse to speak! If you don't let him understand, how can he be free even if you accompany him to the end of time?! Do you know that you are also responsible for driving him crazy because you never responded? Ah!... What kind of ending do you want to see before you are willing to be reconciled..."