[Comprehensive] System, please don't die again

Wu Chan knew that she was dreaming again, and the previous dream was still continuing.

This time, the stone sculptor named Xueyan he possessed finally found the opportunity for him to break through. Wu Chan just stayed in the first-person God-person space named by him as the spiritual sea, looking through the snow. Yan Yan's eyes, seeing that flash of light, see through Xue Yan's feelings, also filled with a surge of excitement like turbulent waves.

With that kind of mood, it seems that he is really the stone sculptor Xue Yan, even though he keeps telling himself that he is Wu Chan, a small employee of Wanchuang Industrial in X City, but it is still inevitable that he will be rejected. The dream life that must come every night is illusory if it is not clearly scored by the agitation.

Seeing Xueyan holding the frozen jade like a demon, sitting without eating or drinking, day and night, for seven days, even if she knew it was a dream, Wu Chan was still moved by such courage Admire.

Finally, Xue Yan moved, waking up from the sedation-like movement, holding the knife he cherished, and carving it on the jade bit by bit, in a trance, Wu Chan felt that such a movement was very familiar It seems that he often portrays it like this.

In the almost endless dream years, Wu Chan, who can only stay in the spiritual sea, can only do it as Xueyan, and follow Xueyan through his life.

And now, Wu Chan's pleasure is to look at the frozen jade in Xueyan's hands, and Xueyan uses the carving knife in his hand to carve out his beautiful curves bit by bit, bit by bit. Point of view, from jade, transformed into, dreamy and misty, like a fairy, a jade fairy.

"The sea of ​​clouds in the east returns to the sky. Immortals haunt Kongming. Are you Kongming? So your name is Kongming!"

Wu Chan, who was in the spiritual sea, was extremely surprised. The jade statue made by Xueyan's knife was actually the jade fairy statue he could not find.

Perhaps, his familiarity with the statue of the Jade Immortal originated from this?

No, no, Wu Chan refuted to herself.

He felt familiar with the statue of the Jade Immortal first, and the dream happened after the statue of the Jade Immortal. If the familiarity with the statue of the Jade Immortal came from the dream, then the dream must have appeared before the statue of the Jade Immortal, so how could it appear after the statue of the Jade Immortal? ?

But if it wasn't the reason, then where did his familiarity with the fairy portrait come from?

Xueyan, who sculpted the statue of the Jade Immortal, seemed to have put all his energy and energy into it. It was only a weak year, and his temples were already slightly gray, but Xueyan's expression was indeed extraordinarily calm. The depression, all dissipated and passed away at the moment when the Jade Immortal portrait was completed.

Xue Yan, who was carving out the statue of the Jade Immortal and broke through the apprenticeship of a stone sculptor, should pack her bags and return to her mentor, but Xue Yan chose to stay for some unknown reason.

Every day and every night, I hold the Jade Immortal statue in my arms and never let go. Only during the day, I put the Jade Immortal statue in the sachet, and then plant peach trees around the wooden house I built.

Until the peach trees spread over the hill, covering the entire land, when Xue Yan stopped, the peach forest was only a seedling, but in a flash, it sprouted and bloomed, and there were large areas of light pink peach blossoms, like flower clusters , covered with branches, it is really a cluster of flowers.

The scene of "suddenly like a spring breeze blowing overnight, thousands of trees and pear blossoms" made the already tall Xue Yan laugh heartily. What a sacred ceremony is completed.

Wu Chan, who was in Xueyan's spiritual sea, watched Xueyan hold the statue of the Jade Immortal with both hands, and stared at the jade statue devoutly and affectionately, with that expression, you need to be more focused, "Kong Ming, I know, I know , Taolin, it is so suitable for you."

In fact, Wu Chan said that this Xueyan is really strange, he said that it is Xueyan is also good, after all, he knows what Xueyan thinks, but he has never figured it out, it is like crazy Xueyan, why he built the Taolin, he still couldn't figure out the connection between the Taolin and the statue of Yuxian.

The days since then seemed to pass quickly, and Xueyan, who had just passed the age, finally left the peach forest. Just like when he came, he didn't bring anything except a bag full of knives and dry food.

Yes, even the statue of the Jade Immortal who never left his hands day and night was left by Xueyan in the wooden house among the peach forests, but when he came and went, the same, it was Xueyan who was still in a hurry .

Because of Xueyan, he felt that his dear master seemed to die soon.

Xueyan, who returned to his hometown, saw the master for the last time. Although he was a little guilty for not returning for many years, Xueyan was able to say to the master proudly that he was worthy of the master's teachings. He was already the same as the master. Stone carving master.

His hair is gray at the temples, and he is no longer able to hold the hand of the carving knife. He tremblingly caresses the color of snow between Xueyan's temples. The old man's expression is stable, without any fear of facing death. He is only relieved that his child is still safe, " Xueyan, my son, I haven't congratulated you on becoming a stone carving master, the master won't be able to accompany you in the future."

"No, master, father, don't leave me."

There was no longer the breath of the old man, Xueyan finally couldn't control it, tears streaming down his face, roaring, calling for his father who had already returned.

Burying the old man as his own son, Xue Yan, once again bid farewell to the homeland where there was no longer anything he could miss.

Perhaps, walking on the same road with concentration, not caring about the people around you, will eventually leave alone.

Just like the old man, before Xueyan passed away, only the statue of the Jade Immortal named Kong Ming was by his side.

Xueyan, rotten like a withered tree, lay on the wooden bed in the wooden house. Outside the window, there was a peach forest that looked like the extremely gorgeous clouds but was covered with unseasonable snow. This was winter, unseasonably, but it was never the white snow, but That too bewitching peach blossom.

Holding tightly in the dead wood-like hand is the jade fairy statue that is still ethereal and looks like a fairy.

Xueyan's dry and cracked lips opened slightly, and she stared at the statue of Yuxian in her hand with difficulty, "Kongming, I want to leave you alone, just like, I leave the master alone, and the master is the same Leave me alone, Kongming, don't tell me, even to the point of death, you don't want to let me see what you look like?"

The wooden house was silent for a while, except for the old Xueyan's hard breathing.

The turbid eyes were glowing with water, and when a teardrop rolled down Xueyan's eye socket and down his thin cheek, he, Xueyan's breath had already been cut off.

But Wu Chan, who was in Xueyan's spiritual sea, was still alive. When Xueyan's breath was cut off, he saw it. He saw it through Xueyan's eyes. He disappeared in the hands of Xueyan, and turned into a fairy beside Xueyan's bed. Looking at Xueyan, those indifferent jade-colored pupils revealed an incomprehensible meaning, and seemed to want to reach out to wipe away the tears on Xueyan's cheeks, but in the end, Still put down his hand, and disappeared into the wooden house like a light smoke.

All that remained in the wooden house was the faint whisper that was almost non-existent when the fairy floated away.

"Wu... Cicada..."

Wu Chan woke up from the dream again, covered in cold sweat, he clutched his chest tightly, still echoing in his ears, the whisper of the Jade Immortal, yes, he heard it right, the Jade Immortal, what he said, what he said It's Wu Chan, it's his name, there's nothing wrong with it, you can't hear it wrong.

Why would Immortal Yu call his name? Such a question has no meaning. Xue Yan's life is over, but it is not the end of Wu Chan.

He is Wu Chan, he is also Xue Yan, Xue Yan and Wu Chan have always been alone.

Xueyan?Xueyan has never been a name, the stone sculptor has always been Wu Chan, Xueyan has never been just his name, the stone sculptor Wu Chan, with the word Xueyan, Xueyan who was born because of the snow and died because of the snow.

Xueyan's life was never a dream, it was his past life, that was his past life.

Wu Chan wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and accepted it with great difficulty. The past has never been scientific in modern times. If there are bricks who say that reincarnation is superstitious, Wu Chan will definitely spit on their faces. Don't be blind, reincarnation is not something you want to have, and you can have it if you say you have it.

Perhaps everything was finally digested by Wu Chan, or almost digested, and Wu Chan, who had sorted out all the future and past events clearly, jumped off the bed barefoot, tearing his heart apart at the bedroom that was empty except for him. The lungs are calling.

"Kong Ming, I know you are here, I know, I know everything, please come out, please, please, don't treat me like this, come out, come out, please."

Wu Chan's shouts kept echoing in the bedroom. Naturally, Kong Ming, who was hiding in the room, listened to him, but he didn't want to. Wu Chan's cry was deaf to her, as if she was completely indifferent to it.

The pitiful nightmare controlled by the god on the outside and the inside feels like a cruel nightmare. It has no place to complain about its sufferings, no place to complain about it. It can only stand like a corpse and be polluted at will by Kong Ming, whose combat power is almost broken. Holy body.

"Oh, where is the watch, Shangxian, um, that's it, let it go, him?"

As I said last time, the nightmare is slightly ugly, resembling a rhinoceros, about the size of a rhinoceros, but with a protruding nose, shaped like an elephant's trunk, and its limbs are elongated and sharp. But it only has three toes. The most unacceptable thing is that it is also similar to a rhinoceros. It has skin and no hair all over its body. Most people really can't hold it.

But can it be said that a certain pseudo-immortal still has such a wonderful taste?

Rubbing the whole body of the nightmare like a bath, not even letting go of some shameful places, finally under the constant begging of the nightmare, or in other words, satisfying the emptiness of his own hand, finally letting go of the dream The tapir also ignored the nightmare who was eight feet away from him, as if answering it, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

"Let go? How come? It's almost there, of course it's waiting for the end of the next one!"

"Is it really not here? How come? It should be here, why not? How can it not be here?"

Looking at Wu Chan who was finally tired from shouting, seeing him slumped on the ground, watching him staring blankly at his palm, listening to him chanting.

Kong Ming floated above Wu Chan, lowered his eyes, half covered his jade-colored pupils, and looked indifferently at what he had caused on the ground.