It is strictly forbidden to fall in love

500 years later, Qingmiao Pavilion.

In the new spring, Master Miaomiao, the head of Tianheng Sect, brought his inner disciples to worship ancestors in the main hall of Qingya Mountain. On the right side of the painting wall, there is an old "Wishing in the Cold Mountain" picture. The ink on the thin silk painting has faded. It has faded, but the Han Cui of the paint can still be seen clearly. In the center of the picture hangs a huge picture of "Taoist Descending the Mountain".

"God bless Daozong, eternal prosperity forever."

After the ceremony that lasted half a month came to an end, Master Miaomiao and his disciples sat chatting in the Qingchi Hall in the back mountain. Master Miaomiao told everyone about the origin of the picture hanging on the Qingya Hall, "This is the story of God. Lu Xuanzhen, the ancestor of Master Heng, wrote it himself. It is said that it was intended as a gift to a friend, but he didn’t send it out for some reason. Later, he left it on the mountain. This authentic work can still be left behind in the millennium, giving us the honor to have a glimpse of the supreme realm of the Taoist ancestor."

Master Miaomiao reminisces about his ancestors with every word and sentence with true emotion, Ye Kui, Zhu Shuang, Chen Yidao and Li Bi in the hall are all bored listening to it.

Within three hours, Master Miaomiao talked endlessly about Patriarch Tianheng from this painting, from Patriarch Tianheng to the New Year Festival, from the New Year Festival to the Sword Trial Conference, from the Sword Trial Conference to the recent The disciples on Tianheng Mountain were not diligent enough in their practice, "In my opinion, this year's sword test conference, we will hold it lively. The mountain has confiscated any new disciples with outstanding talents. Taking advantage of this conference, it is time to select more suitable ones. Disciples go up to the mountain to cultivate, I heard that the capital will also open a mountain to recruit disciples this year, we must not fall behind, you should pay more attention to this matter, find more..." He turned his head, his voice suddenly stopped Stop, "Where are people?"

Zhu Shuang was the only one sitting on the seat, seeing Master Miaomiao looking at him with questioning eyes, he said slowly: "Brothers, they all left beforehand."

"What is it?"

Holding the cup in the palm of Zhu Shuang's hand, "I left in a hurry, and didn't ask much, maybe there is something wrong with each mountain."

"This is really..."

Zhu Shuang's expression was a little subtle, and seemed to be a little imperceptibly embarrassed. He couldn't help but think of the moment when his junior brother Li Bi patted him on the shoulder before leaving, and the "I'll leave it to you" look in his eyes. The cup in his hand gradually didn't turn around very much. up.

"Why don't you speak?"

Zhu Shuang immediately said: "What?"

Master Miaomiao saw his slow reaction, and said, "I've said a lot, why didn't you answer a word? Well, there is really no one on this mountain who is willing to listen to what people have to say."

Zhu Shuang really couldn't catch up with this sentence, so she could only bring the tea over and said, "Master, drink tea."

Reverend Miaomiao took the tea, sat down on the seat, and looked up to the outside of the hall. There was no snow last winter, and it was finally noisy in the New Year. Now the mountains are all white, Reverend Miaomiao Sitting in front of the desk with a purple-gold hand warmer in hand, looking at the snow-covered sky, he said: "In previous years, it would have been spring at this moment, and once spring began, the mountain would start to be bustling. This year is so deserted, where are these people going?" gone?"

"Let's find something to do."

Reverend Miaomiao sneered, and said, "What do they have to do? They have a lot of free time." He sighed and took another sip of tea.

In the afternoon, the disciples at the foot of the mountain came to report that it was Li Guanfeng, the second disciple of the Ziwei Sect, who went up to the mountain to meet the head of Tianheng for the sect meeting to be held in July.Zhu Shuang welcomed him up the mountain and placed him in the Qingmiao Pavilion. When Master Miaomiao finished drinking tea, he saw a young man in a blue and white Taoist uniform standing in the hall.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the monk turned his head back. He looked completely unfamiliar. When the other party saw him, his eyes showed surprise subconsciously, as if he hadn't expected to run into him, but he was quickly covered by a gentle smile.

Master Miaomiao seldom went down the mountain, so he naturally regarded this person as the second disciple of Ziwei Sect, and said, "Nephew Li."

The monk seemed to pause inadvertently when he heard him calling himself that, but he still smiled and did not refute.

Master Miao Miao invited him to sit down, looked back at the words on the wall he had just seen, and said, "This is a poem written by my younger brother, Master Yun Xia just two days ago. I don't know where I came from, and the east wind greets spring at night. I think the Spring Festival is very appropriate, so I hang it here."

"The writing is very beautiful. I couldn't help but read it for a while. I don't know how the real person is doing recently?"

Reverend Miaomiao greeted him: "Nephew is interested, I've been fine recently, I don't know how is Reverend Changxing?"

"He...he's pretty good too."

Master Miaomiao said gently: "Zhu Shuang told me about your coming, this sect conference should be discussed with everyone, I will teach you to make this trip more, stay for two more days, it happens to be snowing The plum blossoms on the mountains behind the sky are in bloom, and my nephew can go and enjoy them, and the scenery can be regarded as a must in Tianheng."

"Then I'm going to have a look."

Reverend Miaomiao casually brought over the purple gold hand warmer on the case, and seeing the monk opposite was looking at him, he turned his head and ordered his disciple to fetch another one and handed it to him, saying: "Take the hand warmer, it's really cold today .”

The other party took the purple-gold stove, looked at the familiar lotus pattern on it, looked up at him and said, "Thank you, Master."

The two sat in front of the hall holding the Zijin hand warmer and chatted for a while longer. For some reason, Master Miao Miao unexpectedly hit it off with the person in front of him. It's been a long time.

Master Miao Miao was in a good mood, with a sincere smile on his face, and said: "It's interesting what my nephew talks about."

"It seems that I hit it off with a real person."

"It's fate." Master Miaomiao nodded.

Suddenly the monk turned his head and looked, there was a figure in the snow outside the hall at some point, his eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly from a distance, only he was wearing black clothes, with a red bird resting on his shoulder.The monk looked back at Master Miaomiao again, and said, "It looks like it's getting late."

Master Miaomiao said: "It's getting late, so let's stop here today, nephew and nephew go to the back mountain to see the plum blossoms?"

"Okay, I'll go and have a look. I'll have a chance to talk about this sect with real people in the future."

"Very good."

The young monk got up to leave, looked back at him before leaving the hall, then turned and left.Master Miaomiao looked at the back of him leaving, and thought that the second disciple of the Ziwei Sect was quite interesting, just thinking that he caught a glimpse of a figure in the snow outside the temple from the corner of his eye, but when he looked closely, there was no one there, and he thought it was himself I rolled my eyes.Not long after the monk left, footsteps sounded again outside the hall, and it was Zhu Shuang who came in this time.

"Master."

"what happened?"

"The two disciples of Ziwei Sect have been waiting in the hall at the foot of the mountain for a while, do you want to meet?"

Master Miao Miao suddenly stopped holding the tea when he heard the sound, he turned to look at Zhu Shuang in surprise, and said after a while, "What?"

On the back mountain of Tianhengzong, plum blossoms are indeed in full bloom.Zhong Qing and Yun Jue walked side by side on the snowy ground, Yun Jue kept looking at him with his head sideways, the bird turned into a phoenix was flying around his shoulder, Zhong Qing suddenly looked over, "What are you looking at me for? "

Yun Jue said, "You look good."

Zhong Qing paused, usually he was the one who teased the other party, but in his lifetime, he never expected to utter such words from this person's mouth, and he couldn't keep up with the words for a while, thinking that you have changed.

Yun Jue brushed aside the branches in front of him casually, "It seems like nothing has changed on this mountain."

The two have stayed in the Land of Cangwang since the mermaid incident was over. The mermaid was rescued, and the follow-up trajectory of this dream has also changed. The dream generally maintained a balance, and after 500 years, it finally returned to this node.Zhong Qing and Yun Jue rarely entered the dreamland in recent years, fearing that their own strength would affect their balance.

Although Chaotianzong was not impacted by the Yuren Rebellion, it was still inevitably torn apart in the continuous civil strife, and finally moved towards its doomed destruction.The four major sects then took over the Taoist sect, and everything seemed to be back to the very beginning. Zhong Qing saw those familiar people returning to his eyes one after another, and he really complied with that sentence. All encounters in this world are reunions after a long absence.

Zhong Qing turned his head and looked at the Qingmiao Pavilion of Tianhengzong standing in the snow. Seeing that the scenery in this world was still the same, he said, "It's just a pity for Han Qing."

Thousands of years ago, Lu Xuanzhen, the patriarch of Tianheng Dao, was able to break the secrets of this world, deduced the ending of this world with his amazing foresight, and decided to use his body to upright the way. Many years later, he was reincarnated as a young Han Qing, and came to Cangzhou alone. Wang Zhiyuan took the Dragon Ball from the Shifang Ghost Lamp, winning the last chance for the world, and also made the judge cross into the dreamland by accident.For decades and in countless reincarnations, he has kept the same secret, and finally met Bailong at the last moment, and told him the way to break the situation. Then, because of the burning of his soul, his vitality was completely wiped out. After 500 years, the dream returned here, but there is no trace of his existence in this world.

Yao recalled that Master Miao Miao watched Han Qing go down the mountain, the young man never returned, suddenly turned his head to look at his junior brother for the last time, and said, "I'll leave it to you."

God bless Daozong, eternal prosperity forever.Zhong Qing has always felt that the reason why the world can return to balance is the result of this group of people's reflection and compensation over and over again. Their beliefs and the power of the dragon jointly maintain this world.Willing to preach for this world for thousands of years, this is probably the other side of the human heart.Zhong Qing thought, this might also be an important reason why he insisted on starting over and over again. Where the sun shines, light and shadow co-exist. He saw the darkness and wanted to see the light.

Thinking about it, Zhong Qing looked at Yun Jue again, Yun Jue was feeding the fruit in his hand to the phoenix, Zhong Qing said: "Why don't you look at me anymore?"

Yun Jue turned his head when he heard the sound, the phoenix held the fruit in its mouth and didn't dare to move for a long time.

Zhong Qing said: "This may be the last time we came here, you don't want to look at this much—" Zhong Qing pointed around, "You see, there are our good memories everywhere on Tianheng Mountain."

When Yun Jue heard him say the words "good memories", her expression was a little subtle, but she still nodded subconsciously, "Yes."

Zhong Qing said: "What kind of expression do you have?"

Yun Jue said, "No."

Zhong Qing said: "It's not easy to come out, I don't think you are very happy?"

Yun Jue said, "No."

Zhong Qing said: "How do you think Tianheng is now?"

Yun Jue said, "It's pretty good."

Zhong Qing looked at him for a while, "Do you feel that we seem to talk less and less recently, and I feel like you don't like talking to me?"

Yun Jue frowned, "No."

"I've lived in Cangwangyuan for a long time. I talk to you every day, and you are the same way. You don't seem to be very happy after you come out. So, it seems that we have nothing to talk about?"

"No." Yun Jue, who was suddenly challenged, immediately thought about it, "I've been listening to you."

Zhong Qing looked at him, "There's nothing to say, forget it."

Yun Jue immediately reached out and grabbed Zhong Qing, "I haven't stayed in Tianheng for long, I don't know most of the things you talked with your uncle, but I'm listening to everything you say."

"Then let's tell you something you know." Zhong Qing shook his head, he embraced Yun Jue's shoulders, pointed to a palace in the distance, and said, "I think it was that palace back then, the two of us..." Wait, what is that one.

"That's the Hanhai Treasure Pavilion, where you wanted to burn me to death." Yun Jue looked at him.

Zhong Qing paused for a moment, grabbed Yun Jue's shoulder, and looked at the distant stream on the right, "Look at that stream..."

"That's the place where you asked me to wash clothes back then. You washed all your clothes for me. By the way, there were even Tang Jiao's in it."

"Look at that mountain!"

"That's the place where you crippled my bones. I almost died there."

Zhong Qing touched Yun Jue's shoulder, he obviously lost his voice for two or three seconds, swiped to look in another direction, "Look, that direction seems to be where you used to live, I arranged it for you, With beautiful mountains and clear waters, it is a treasured place for cultivation.”

"Well, I heard that there used to be a mass grave next to it?"

"Nonsense, where did the Tianheng sect get the mass burial mound? It's the... grave of Tianheng's ancestors."

"……Um."

After a brief silence, Zhong Qing suddenly looked at him and said, "Why do you only hold grudges? I saved you several times and almost killed you. You should remember these things more, let's talk about it," Zhong Qing Looking at the phoenix on his shoulder, "On the mountain where this phoenix stayed, I went to save you, but you wanted to kill me, what should I say?"

Yun Jue whispered slowly: "Isn't it because you wanted to kill me first?"

Zhong Qing looked at him, "Forget it, forget it." He patted Yun Jue's shoulder again and again, and at the same time broke a small bunch of plum blossoms from a tree and stuck it in Yun Jue's hair, "Forget it, forget it, no mentioned."

Yun Jue didn't notice his movements, and kept staring at him.

Zhong Qing said: "Go down the mountain."

Yun Jue followed, and finally smiled lightly.

In the tea shop in Tianheng, Zhong Qing ordered a pot of tea, and sat down with Yun Jue to chat, "The Plain of Cang Wang is gradually collapsing, and we have to find another place where we can stay for a long time."

Yun Jue said, "Do you have a place in your heart?"

Zhong Qing thought for a moment and said, "There is one."

For Yun Jue, it doesn't matter where he goes, and he naturally has no objection.

Zhong Qing said: "Maybe I won't come back from now on. Looking up, I really feel like I'm in a dream."

Although Zhong Qing seldom mentioned his past, Yun Jue also guessed Zhong Qing's identity from fragments of memory.At the very beginning, there was nothing in chaos, only two kinds of chaos and order. Dragons were born from chaos, and judges were born from order. All judges spared no effort to slaughter dragons since their birth. Dragons After being killed, the soul lingers and turns into dreams, and those bright dreams float in the chaos one after another, the spirit body attaches to them, everything begins to evolve, and a splendid civilization is born.

What the dragon brings is the beginning, and what the judge brings is the end. One of the two symbolizes new life, and the other symbolizes death. Both of them rule the world together.With the deduction of time and the progress of the judges slaying dragons, there are fewer and fewer dragons in this world, as if they are two sides of one body, and there are fewer and fewer judges in this world. In the end, there are only countless unowned dragons left in the chaos. dreams floating.

The last dragon died in the hands of the judge. He buried the bones of the dragon under a tree. He recorded his life experience on the scroll "Shan Hai Jing Wen" and hung it on the tree. A lamp acts as a guardian.As established by the rules, death will eventually conquer everything. With the death of the last dragon, it seems that the judges have won this tens of thousands of years of struggle, but the lonely judges also ushered in To their end, they win, but the dragon lives forever.

Rebirth is the greatest theme in chaos.

The judges left one after another, and death would swallow him after all. In the last era of the fall of the gods, the judge who killed the last dragon began to rethink the rules of this world, and he began to rethink the rules of the world. Those insignificant spirits, he began to observe the magnificent civilizations born from chaos.The judge wandered around in various dreams, he sealed his own power, gave up his memory, until one day, he got a book, accidentally entered the heart of the dragon he killed , that is the beginning of the story.

Zhong Qing said to Yun Jue: "If you want, we can go to the world I stayed in before and have a look first."

Yun Jue said, "Yes. Do you like it there?"

Zhong Qing said: "I have been there for more than 2000 years."

Yun Jue nodded and asked, "What do you do in that world? Are you also a monk?"

Zhong Qing was suddenly stopped by the question, took a sip of tea and said, "That world is different from this one. There are no monks there, because their own spiritual power is not so strong, and they don't rely on cultivation. They took another path. I There's...a guy who collects other people's stories."

Yun Jue listened carefully, thought for a while and said, "Bookseller?"

Some ominous memories flooded into his mind, Zhong Qing took another sip of tea calmly, "Almost, I usually have people write stories for me, and then I read the stories they wrote every day."

Yun Jue looked at him, and smiled lightly, "It seems very interesting."

Zhong Qing nodded, his voice lowered unconsciously, "Indeed...it's quite interesting, it's very interesting."

After drinking the tea, Zhong Qing and Yun Jue got up and left. There was a man on the street who was buying wine, and the scent of heaven on his waist was floating in the wind. After paying the money, he took the wine and led his horse, just in time to rub off with Zhong Qing and the others. over the shoulder.

The young man in red walked out for a while, suddenly he seemed to feel something, stopped, turned his head and looked at the person who was going away, unexpectedly the other party had already stopped, and was staring at him intently.Among them, the figure in the blue and white Taoist uniform looked familiar for some reason.The boy subconsciously grasped the rein in his hand.

The other party looked at him for a long time, and couldn't see his expression clearly from a distance, only vaguely saw a smile on the last face.

The other party turned around and left.

The boy stood there for a while longer for no reason, feeling a little dazed in his heart, until the figure from his back drifted away and was no longer seen again, then he slowly turned his head back and walked forward along his own path.

Jianghu Road, Jianghu is far away.

The mountains and rivers are far away, and life is rarely a happy gathering, but there are many partings.

Take care, Seventh Junior Brother.