The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

50.

Fu Ziqiu had a lot of dreams, all of which were of the same content, repeated, repeated countless times the scene of Gu Zhizhou being smashed into powder by lightning.

When he opened his eyes, he felt very heavy, very heavy.

The pain of being Ling Chi in the dream spread into reality, and the limbs and bones were so sore that one could do nothing.

Turning his head, there was a thin figure from the back at the door.

She was really thin, with her shoulder blades protruding across her back, making her look so fragile.

The long hair was probably a little cumbersome, and there was nothing to tie it in his hands, so he casually pulled it aside, revealing a section of snow-colored neck.

He was sleeping. According to rumors, the well-cultivated God of War leaned against the dirty earthen wall and fell asleep.

Fu Ziqiu sat up clutching his chest, and the broken bed made a "squeak" sound, and then he saw Long Xiao's shoulders tremble, and he turned around without even stopping.

The door was open, and there was a cool breeze in the late autumn morning, the sky was very gray, Long Xiao was shrouded in a haze with the light behind his back.He looked at it that way, with eyes that were a little bit confused when he first woke up, but there was a brilliant light in his eyes.

"Are you awake?"

Long Xiao patted his buttocks and got up, holding the peace amulet in his hand, and the tassels on the hem swayed into Fu Ziqiu's eyes with his movements.

Fu Ziqiu's complexion changed, and he blurted out: "Give it back to me!"

But his voice was hoarse, and Long Xiao didn't hear it clearly when he came over, so he put things on the table casually.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that his expression was wrong, Long Xiao couldn't help quickening his pace: "What do you want?"

Fu Ziqiu felt his throat was tightened by a hand, and the suffocation drove him crazy.He couldn't see anything, he couldn't get into anything but the little piece of wood.

Gu Zhizhou died, and the peace talisman was the only thing he left behind.

Fu Ziqiu threw off the quilt and got out of bed, walking in a panic.

"Ziqiu, you..."

Fu Ziqiu ruthlessly pushed away the person who came up to help him, and scolded in a cold voice: "Get out!"

He threw himself on the table, holding the peace talisman and sticking it to his heart.

Long Xiao was pushed to the side, and half of his body hit the wall, which happened to be the side where the armor was removed. The pain in his arm made him frown uncontrollably.But just for a moment, he looked at the man standing in front of the table and smiled slightly.

Some wounds can be healed, some can't.

Time is not a good medicine, it can heal the sores on the body, but it will leave visible scars.It can wipe out the traces of a person's existence in the continuous misery, but make the person left behind sink deeper and deeper.

Time is so cruel, it changes what it wants to change, but it can't do anything about those things that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"I'm sorry," Long Xiao said palely, "I just took a look, I didn't think about... what happened."

He walked out from Fu Ziqiu's side, slowly, as if he was walking, making people feel that he didn't care about anything.

Only he himself knew that he couldn't walk fast because his body was weak.At this time, he couldn't fall down in front of Fu Ziqiu.Whether the man would help him or not was another question, thinking that he was pretending to be pitiful, it would be embarrassing.

Leaving the thatched hut, Long Xiao turned all the way to the left, and the cold autumn wind blew up his thin clothes, inhaling traces of them into his lungs, itching so much that he coughed a few times.

Covering his lips with his hands, blood trickled down his pale fingers.

Long Xiao leaned against a cypress tree next to him, his brows and eyes with joy and sorrow finally drooped lonely, but the corners of his mouth were still raised, it was innate, and no one could change it.

"The memory is yours," Long Xiao whispered softly, taking a breath carefully: "Why am I so uncomfortable."

Faint light flowed from him, and in a blink of an eye a golden dragon climbed up the branch around the thick trunk of the cypress tree.

The tail swings lonely in the air, and the head rests on the treetop with dense needle buds, not knowing whether to poke people or not.

Don't be afraid, there are tens of thousands of scales on the dragon's body, much thicker than a human's face.It's just that some of the tens of millions are missing now, revealing fresh and tender flesh, which turns red and oozes blood after rubbing against the tree.

Long Xiao slowly closed his eyes as if evading.

·

Fu Ziqiu sat for a long time and gradually calmed down.

He felt bad, too much.He couldn't even put a heavy hand on the demons, but he couldn't control his indifference to Long Xiao several times.

Undoubtedly, Fu Ziqiu blamed all the faults on Long Xiao.

He can't see him calm and calm, can't hear his soft voice, what he fears most is seeing his caring eyes, which will make Fu Ziqiu feel that the person looking at him is Gu Zhizhou.

Is Long Xiao wrong? From the moment he sealed the inner demon, he never thought that he could still be alive.After sleeping for 800 years, when I woke up, I didn't see the peace and prosperity I had hoped for, and what was waiting to be cleaned up was a chaotic Three Realms.At this juncture, he had to face his own indifference.

Tolerance and restraint, Long Xiao was indeed well-bred.

Perhaps, his biggest mistake was to allow himself to give birth to a demon, but he didn't destroy it in the first place. Today, he has fallen into such an end, which has turned everyone upside down.

But why does a person like Long Xiao have demons?He has already stood at the end of the Three Realms, what is there that he can't get is torturing him day and night?What is his inner demon...

Fu Ziqiu opened his clothes, and the wound on his chest didn't even have a scar. How could the wound caused by the Lingling Sword be healed so easily?

He lowered his head, with the amulet stuck between his eyebrows, not knowing what to do.

Long Xiao is a born god, and his spiritual power is inexhaustible. To him, this injury is nothing at all. It can be healed in the blink of an eye, maybe it doesn't take much effort.

But he just came back from the dead...

He has died, and such a powerful person will die too.

Wasn't Long Xiao's expression quite ugly just now?

How can there be any gods, mortals' imaginations, and the sustenance of the world.

Living in this world, who can avoid birth, old age, sickness and death, no matter how powerful the gods are, wouldn't they be annihilated by flying ash?They are all flesh and blood, how can there be no harm or pain?

Just like Gu Zhizhou...

That person was powerful enough to cry out in pain and cry, and there was no bones left in a thunderbolt.

There is no absolute power at all.

Feng Ya regarded Gu Zhizhou as a shell to support Long Xiao's three souls and seven souls, and he could also use Long Xiao as a vessel to carry Gu Zhizhou's soul. Fu Ziqiu closed his eyes and was persuaded by himself.He sat for an entire afternoon and still didn't see Long Xiao coming back, so he had to bite the bullet and go out to look for him.

Surrounding the thatched cottage, I saw a golden light hidden among the shadows of trees in the distance.

As he approached, he was the first to see a dragon's tail hanging from a tree.

In an instant, his heart felt as if someone had punched him hard. He stared at the tail in a trance, and fragments emerged from the depths of his memory.

It was in a palace, full of white jade, very bright.

There is a big Albizia juliensis in the courtyard, with pink flowers all over the branches, even scattered on the ground.

A little golden dragon was lying on the tree, its tail was hanging from the flowers and leaves, and it was swinging back and forth like a joke.

"Long Xiao!" Someone shouted: "Don't sleep! My sachet is gone, come and help me find it!"

Long Xiao didn't sleep soundly. He had developed a habit in his early years of fighting. At that time, the flames of war were raging, and the demons came to attack him regardless of day or night.When you are sleepy, you will lean on the chair and sleep for a while, and you will not take off the heavy armor. The heavy pressure on your body and the unpleasant smell of blood can always drag people's nerves.

Long Xiao poked his head from the top of the tree and saw Fu Ziqiu staring at his own tail in a daze, suddenly felt embarrassed.

This prudish old dragon has lived for thousands of years, and has never seen any battles. Now it looks like a boiled shrimp, curled up with its tail curled up.

It's just that I didn't expect that the cypress tree looks strong, but the branches are crispy.But hearing a "crack", the branch that Long Xiao was lying on suddenly broke.

Fu Ziqiu came back to his senses, and when he looked up, he saw a golden dragon falling from a height, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it.

Long Xiao regained his human form in mid-air, with the sound of the wind in his ears, he stepped on the tree sideways, the branches and leaves were still moving, and he had landed firmly.

Fu Ziqiu twitched his fingertips and touched the needle bud that fell from his palm, feeling a little lost for no reason.

Looking at this expression, Long Xiao thought that he hadn't calmed down yet, and searched his stomach, except for "benevolence, righteousness, propriety and wisdom, what matters", and Gu Zhizhou's swearing words in different ways, no matter which one he couldn't say.

He sighed: "I..."

Fu Ziqiu recalled the dragon's tail, and unconsciously asked: "What are you doing on the tree?"

Long Xiao said softly, "...sleep."

"Sleeping here? Why don't you go back..."

Fu Ziqiu paused, remembering that he just let people roll over.He frowned and said nothing with a sullen face.

Long Xiao kindly made a rescue: "No, I used to hide in the trees for peace. And the trees here are full of energy, I'm here..."

Fu Ziqiu interrupted him: "What happened to your hand?"

Long Xiao panicked and quickly covered his arms: "What..."

Fu Ziqiu took a step forward and saw the dried blood between the skinny fingers.

Following his gaze, Long Xiao spread out his hands, a faint line of blood stretched from his palm to his fingers, and he was relieved.

"Well, it's okay." Long Xiao said briskly: "When I came out, there was a bit of wind, so I coughed."

What kind of wind can make people vomit blood, Fu Ziqiu looked at the face in front of him with gentle brows, and his heart felt stuffy.

Fu Ziqiu said, "Go back."

Long Xiao responded, and followed him a few steps behind.

It was a little distance from here to the hut, and the sky was overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Long Xiao looked up and saw a dark cloud on the top. Just as he was about to remind Fu Ziqiu to walk faster, the autumn rain in the mountains fell sparsely.

He caught up with Fu Ziqiu and raised his sleeves to block him: "Hurry up, it's raining."

The raindrops wet the sleeves, creating circle after circle of dark ripples on it.

Long Xiao knows how to measure. Although it is to block the rain, it is not close, and carefully maintains a suitable distance.

Fu Ziqiu looked at him from the corner of his eye.

Drops of water slid down his loose long hair, a few drops adorned the eyelashes, were picked up by the curved arc, and finally fell out of the gap overwhelmed.The crystal clear liquid slid down Ruyu's face and condensed into a bright pearl on the chin.

Another gust of wind blew, and the cuffs were thrown in the face.

The clothes were changed from leaves, and the fresh earthy smell swayed in the air.

He began to be in a trance again, hallucinating to see a verdant lotus leaf above his head, with pea-sized raindrops crackling on it, and someone ran and stretched out his hand, laughing and shouting: "Come here quickly, it's raining!"

A warm hand fell into the palm, and he heard Long Xiao's indulgent voice: "Look at you, you're all wet."

Fu Ziqiu's face was gloomy, and he swung the hand in front of him violently.

Long Xiao was stunned, touched the dull pain on his arm, and chuckled lightly as if nothing happened: "Hey, it's all wet, just block it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand again.

Fu Ziqiu turned the ring between his fingers, a red light appeared, and an umbrella appeared in his hand.

He opened it without saying a word. The umbrella surface was made of white gauze, painted with ink-colored landscapes, and the raindrops fell, like a beautiful rain in the beautiful rivers and mountains.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the splashing water stains hit his feet.

Fu Ziqiu put the umbrella on the heads of the two, and turned slightly to the side.

Long Xiao raised his right hand and hugged his left arm, with half a person in the middle.

Raindrops hit the umbrella.

Looking sideways, Long Xiao saw that Fu Ziqiu's brows were wrinkled like mountains, and his expression seemed to be tangled.

Long Xiao lowered his eyes slowly, watching the beads-like raindrops fall on the ground, thinking, I'm going to embarrass him.

He told himself silently, it doesn't matter.

I'm fine.

Long Xiao seemed to have been saying this all his life.

When the high expectations of parents are heavy on their shoulders, it doesn't matter, life is given by them, and the right should be repaid for their birth.

He is out of breath due to the rules of etiquette, it doesn't matter, as an emperor, he can only establish rules by adhering to the etiquette, and he can obey others only by respecting the Tao.

When sentient beings regard him as their reliance, it doesn't matter. He was born as a god and should protect the Three Realms.

It doesn't matter if he is hurt or hurt, everyone will think that he is not bad, and he can't die anyway, so why be hypocritical.

But does it really matter?

Rules and regulations nailed him to the pillar of honor and disgrace, and people's expectant eyes turned into a knife for cutting flesh without knowing when.

No one can make no mistakes in their whole life, except Long Xiao.He didn't miss it, his life was clean, and he didn't get a speck of dust until he died.

But that is the dragon's roar conceived by the world. The people need a pure faith, and more importantly, a sustenance worthy of their worship from generation to generation.

No one knows how many years ago this god of war, who has been extolled by generations to come, has been unclean.He was guilty, made a mistake, and had a demon, and that terrible thing was about to carry endless sins and shatter their last illusions.

The belief that I have pursued all my life is broken, so how should I end up?

The cold rain was swept onto the back of the hand by the wind, and the coldness went all the way to the heart.Long Xiao suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, his always gentle eyes were full of desolation that could not be seen beyond the horizon.

·

Fu Ziqiu didn't know if Long Xiao was as indifferent as he showed. He didn't know this person well, and all his knowledge of Long Xiao came from history books.Throughout the ages, there are many historical books that sing praises, most of which are praiseworthy words.The predecessors just wanted to preserve those beautiful, magnificent things that are worthy of being passed down from generation to generation, and put on a lofty hat, wearing the so-called brilliance and greatness, to save the world and save the people.

To be honest, Fu Ziqiu used to respect this God of War who lived in the book, and he admired him from the bottom of his heart like other people who believed in Long Xiao.But he knew that Long Xiao was like the moon in the sky, he could see it but couldn't touch it.A god is a god, even in death he is an unattainable existence.

But now, the moon far away in the sky has fallen into the mortal world and is falling in front of his eyes. It has the same face, the same voice, the same soul, and shares the same memory as Gu Zhizhou.Fu Ziqiu had to admit that this kind of Long Xiao made him feel familiar and kind.

It's not piled up with cold and exaggerated words, and it's not as rough and fierce as the pictures in the book.

He has a temperature and a pulse, and with those eyes that see all the dust in the world, he returns the infinite tenderness in the world.

Long Xiao stood by the table, thinking it was funny, before Fu Ziqiu refused to let him in and let him go, now he entered the room probably because of his face.

I have been restrained for a lifetime, want to do but cannot do, like and cannot want too many things.Long Xiao is easy to be satisfied, a little sweetness is enough for him to savor it for a long time.

"Cold?"

Fu Ziqiu closed the door, but the air was still leaking.It's already very cold in the mountains in late autumn, and the rain may turn into snowflakes later in the day.

The thatched hut is not big, and there is a firewood pile in the corner, which has been put there for an unknown number of years.Fu Ziqiu picked up one and looked, it should be able to start a fire.

"Don't bother me, I'm not cold." Long Xiao stopped him: "Don't touch it, it's covered with dust, and you still have injuries on your hands."

"fine."

Long Xiao sighed, walked over, and took the firewood from Fu Ziqiu's hand: "I'll do it."

Fu Ziqiu didn't say a word, and stepped aside.Seeing that Long Xiao took a handful of wood with both hands and moved it to the side sheltered from the wind, picked out the thinner ones, lit them with the spirit fire first, and then put them in to burn when the fire was strong.

When he stood up, Long Xiao's clothes were stained with dust.It rained when we were outside, wet and dirty mixed together, looking filthy.

He went to the window, which had been in disrepair for a long time, and it took a lot of effort to push a small crack open.But now the wind is strong, which is enough to breathe.

Finally finished working, the three thousand threads of troubles were messed up, sticking sticky on the face.Long Xiao fiddled with it casually, his hands that had just grabbed the firewood were still dirty, and now they all rubbed against his face.

Long Xiao said: "Okay, it will be warm in a while."

Turning around, he met Fu Ziqiu's focused eyes.

"What's the matter?" Long Xiao grabbed the clothes, and there were a few black fingerprints shining brightly.

Seeing this, Fu Ziqiu frowned again.

How can this kind of informal thing be done by this noble emperor?He scratched his face when his hands were dirty, or rubbed them on his clothes. He didn't know how many times he had seen it on Gu Zhizhou's body before.

"...You," Fu Ziqiu looked at Long Xiao hesitantly.

Long Xiao slightly widened his eyes: "Huh?"

Fu Ziqiu paused for a while, then said softly: "Can you not learn from him?"