The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

The golden morning sun slowly rises from the horizon.

Fingers across the clear stream.

The dew on the blades of grass last night is the ointment dripping from the moon.

The fish jumped into the grass, struggled hard and finally returned to the water.

The sunflowers that close at night, the bright yellow petals are half open under the light.

In the early morning wind, the little girl put on a beautiful new dress and spun around in the cool wind and bright morning light.

She still doesn't quite understand death, she just thinks that her mother hasn't come home yet, grandma is too tired, and after her father comes back, she will go to the place where grandpa sleeps to have a good rest.

"How long was the rest?"

"Long, long."

"Is it like I waited so long for Daddy to come back?"

"It's much longer than this." Although I couldn't imagine how long it would be, "I'll always wait, right?"

The man nodded: "We will wait, just like grandpa waited for grandma. One day, we will all wait."

Death is the end that brings everyone back together.

He who is loved by others is not afraid of the world.

The timid little girl who always keeps a distance, dares to pull Ye Tan's sleeve.

She summoned up her courage: "I'll show you something."

Ye Tan didn't move, he only looked at it with emerald eyes: "What is it?"

The little girl's eyes were shining, and she said seriously: "It's a very miraculous thing. No one else has seen it except me."

No one else has seen it before, only she knows, but she wanted to show Ye Tan the first time.

Although the little girl's hand holding his sleeve didn't have much strength, it seemed to be a force that was hard to shake off no matter what.

Ye Tan unknowingly left the reclining chair and followed her.

When he left, his gaze met Zisang Junyan's.

Zisang Junyan's eyes were silent, and he followed his figure, but did not stop him.

Yetan thought, is this one of the things that Zisang Junyan wanted him to see?

The side of the road where few people go, because there are few people, the ground is rain-soaked and flat, with various weeds growing sparsely.

The little girl leaned down cautiously, pushed aside the secret covered by a pile of folded grass, and sniffed gently.

She stood up, opened her folded hands, and showed Ye Tan the magic that only she had seen in the world.

—a wild jasmine with white flowers.

"Isn't it amazing?" The little girl said with wide-open eyes, "I've seen all the grass and flowers in the mountains and plains, but this is the first time I've seen it."

There is only this little girl in the village, who knows the beauty of every flower even when she is hungry.

She was reluctant to break it off, but she also had no way to guard it.

In this kind of place, in the eyes of everyone except her, this is just a grass that cattle and sheep can eat.

She is reluctant to break it, but if others see it, they will just break it and throw it away, or use it as fodder for cattle and sheep.

She carefully folded the flower, held it in both hands and handed it to Yetan.

"I'll give it to you, you have to cherish it."

She will never meet such a beautiful flower again.

Such fairy-like flowers are like Yetan.

The news about Udumbara has spread all over the mainland of the comprehension world, and some people in the village know about it.

In the eyes of a little girl who has never seen jasmine, this flower should be the flower of heaven.

She doesn't know what Udumbara does, but she just heard from adults that whoever gets this flower can get everything she wants.

She's got what she wants.

She has already forgiven this world, grabbed her father's big rough hand, supported the coffins of her mother and grandma, and walked into the sunshine she didn't trust, leaving Ye Tan alone, standing where they once stood edge.

So, she gave it to Ye Tan.

Ye Tan took the wild jasmine plant and sniffed it lightly.

Ye Tan said seriously: "This is indeed the most beautiful flower in the world. Thank you for giving it to me."

The little girl showed a jerky smile, her eyes were clear.

If only this were really the legendary Udumbara.

What if this is really the flower of heaven that the adults say can fulfill all wishes.

"Make a wish, Yetan." The little girl closed her eyes with a smile, clasped her hands together, and thought sincerely.

Ye Tan just looked at her quietly.

……

"Do you like this world a little bit?"

When Yetan came back, Zisang Junyan was standing at the intersection where he could see him, waiting for him.

Ye Tan was holding the left hand by him, and the wild jasmine plant in the right.

The magic that the little girl wanted him to see was a wild jasmine.

Just like what Zisang Junyan wanted him to see.

From the beginning, Ye Tan's eyes were slightly empty, and there was a bit of clear indulgence in his eyes.

He transformed into a human 800 years ago, and except for the time when he repeated in the causal line, it seems that he existed in the human world for only ten years.

However, it doesn't mean that Ye Tan really knows nothing about the world, just like a blank sheet of paper.

Udumbara's inheritance memory makes the time of sleeping in the snow valley for ten thousand years only longer than ten thousand years.

He has existed in this world longer than Zi Sang Junyan, no matter what Zi Sang Junyan wants him to see, he will be familiar with it, and even review the inheritance memory, and he can find more by analogy.

Things in the world have always been reincarnated and repeated, there is nothing new.

If you don't already know what the world looks like, how can you have no interest.

But Ye Tan didn't say anything.

What Zisang Junyan wanted him to see was like the wild jasmine of a little girl.

In the eyes of Yetan who has existed for thousands of years, He knows all these things, but this is the most beautiful thing in the world in Zisang Junyan's eyes.

He is willing to look at them from the perspective of Zi Sang Junyan.

"Do you like this world a little bit?"

Ye Tan opened his clear and gentle eyes, and nodded seriously: "Yes."

He really liked this world a little bit.

As proof, the signs of blooming on Ye Tan subsided a lot.

This Udumbara was carefully planted amidst the fireworks in the world.

Zi Sang Junyan is still collecting miscellaneous qi and evil thoughts, and peeling them off to create the appearance of sentient beings called human fireworks.

Yetan is no longer lying down and sleepy on the recliner woven by Zisang Junyan, sitting in a place where the sun can't shine, lying down for a whole day without blinking.

He would occasionally try to live in the most primitive way like Zisang Junyan, a monk at the bottom of the cultivation world.

Wearing shoes and walking on the dirt ground, holding the tool with your fingers to raise the millet, and being exposed to the sun gives a warm and sweet taste.

Eat hundreds of banquets, drink thousands of thin wines, gather thousands of fireworks, and condense this illusory Udumbara.

It's like letting a flower that grows in a cold place and blooms in the long night gradually get used to the bright and warm sunshine of the day.

Yu Luo Xiaotai and the entire cultivation world were looking for Utan Polo, but no one could have imagined that they didn't go very far.

This is even Yu Luo Xiaotai's sphere of influence.

They just didn't expect that the second-generation heir of the Tao of Heaven with the strongest cultivation in the cultivation world didn't fly with a sword, but walked slowly on the ground step by step with Ye Tan on his back.

The monks walking on the high ground will not look down, but the path where the moonlight will scatter.

The master of Yu Luoxiao Terrace is the Dao of Heaven, and the Dao of Heaven is very powerful.

As an enemy of the way of heaven, as the first successor who betrayed the way of heaven and survived, Zisang Junyan seemed to be more urgent and make some preparations.

Just like Xuan Ye, with all the elites of Yu Luo Xiaotai, under the order of Yu Luo Xiaotai's master, he is looking for them all over the world.

【You bring Ye Tan back, you are still the heir of heaven, I will give you everything.Including, let you soar. 】

This is the promise made by the master of Yu Luo Xiaotai, or Tian Dao to Xuan Ye.

Xuan Ye closed her eyes: "Where is Zi Sang Junyan?"

When he goes there, he will definitely face Zisang Junyan directly, and Zisang Junyan will never let him take Yetan away.

The will in the ink seems to be strange: [He is your enemy, of course you know what to do. 】

Xuan Ye: "Is it okay to kill Zi Sang Junyan?"

[If you can do it. 】

Tiandao loves Sang Xueqing very much, just like he once indulged and favored Xuan Ye in the past, in the eyes of the world, he also favored his son Sang Junyan.

However, Sang Xueqing is still different.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, Sang Xueqing is the child of Master Yu Luo Xiaotai.

Fathers can naturally favor their children more.

The master of Yu Luo Xiaotai did not appear in front of others, he seemed to be still retreating, but he would always come to see Sang Xueqing when he was distracted.

[Are you unhappy? 】Even if it is just a line of ink, this existence also gives people a kind of noble and graceful gentleness.

Of course Sang Xueqing was not happy, although he could have whatever he wanted, the elders of Jiu Shichen doted on him, and Wu Xia and the others pampered him, but his favorite Xuan Ye was always close at hand.

"I want Xuan Ye to play with me. But Xuan Ye is very busy." Sang Xueqing said unhappy, "Does Xuan Ye really like me?"

【He will like you.Like you like him.You love him so much every time.Sorry, I didn't know it was you last time. 】

Sang Xueqing raised her head: "Am I really, Master's child?"

【certainly. 】

Sang Xueqing plucked up her courage: "Who is Yetan? Why do they say that I look like Yetan?"

The ink characters didn't appear, Sang Xueqing's eyes widened, her face was a little pale, and she was instinctively afraid.

【He is your other father. 】

Sang Xueqing's eyes widened, like a doll without a soul.

[When you see Him, you will understand. 】

Sang Xueqing repeated blankly: "Another father..."

……

"Daddy..."

Ye Tan sat on the rattan chair, looking at the lively scene in the village open space.

The child sat on his father's neck, like riding a big horse, and shouted in a childish voice.

The woman tenderly hugs her little daughter and looks at the flowers in the corner.

The violent mother chased and beat the mischievous son all over the field.

The son helped his elderly mother for a walk.

Little grandson is held by grandpa.

Ye Tan stared at it without blinking, there were very few pictures like this in Utan Polo's inheritance memory.

He has no father, no mother, no grandpa, no grandma, and no children.

And these are the foundations of human fireworks.

Ye Tan lowered his eyes quietly, Zisang Junyan can use the lights of Wanjia to be with him one or two, but he will never really have these.

Ye Tan frowned sleepily, Qingsheng's beautiful face was covered with dripping dew, and a little sad.

Of course Ye Tan was not for himself, he was sad for his son Sang Junyan.

No matter how hard Zisang Junyan tried, it would only backfire, and he would never get what he wanted.

Transplant a rootless flower into a flower pot, expecting it to take root and sprout, thinking that the fate of the flower has been changed.

If everything failed to change, would he think that it was Hua himself who didn't want to?

Thinking that Zisang Junyan would be disappointed, Yetan could no longer see everything around him.

He was too focused on his thoughts, even though his face was still pure and quiet, Zisang Junyan stood beside him for a long time, until his warm and generous hands fell on Ye Tan's head, Ye Tan slowly realized, and raised his eyes to look at him .

Zisang Junyan didn't speak, but looked at him quietly with black and quiet eyes, focusing on profound tenderness.

The village is very lively, and the fireworks bloom in the night sky because of the temple fair.

The temple fair is because the gods of this land have returned.

And the so-called god is the master of Yu Luo Xiaotai who has been lost for 800 years.

Until today, Zisang Junyan has not led Yetan out of Yuluo Xiaotai's forces, and the people looking for them may have gone far ahead.

Fireworks blasted the night sky.

In the darkness, there was a hustle and bustle.

With such fireworks and bustle, even in a place far away from the crowd, the night under the silver frost and moonlight is full of wonderful atmosphere.

Zisang Junyan picked up the shrinking Yetan and let him sit on his arm.

After walking for a while, he put Yetan down, bent his knees and squatted halfway, looked into Yetan's eyes, and said seriously and calmly: "Do you want to ride a big horse? Or, sit on my shoulders or on my back."

Ye Tan was slightly taken aback.

Zisang Junyan's eyes were dark and quiet: "You will have everything that other people can get from this world, as long as you want it."

His deep voice was heard in the night, infinitely quiet and gentle: "Yetan, make a wish."

Yetan: "Are there many wishes?"

Without flowering, Zisang Junyan returned to the appearance of 800 years ago, went to the night market with Zisang Junyan, became smaller and sat on Zisang Junyan's shoulders.

Zisang Junyan: "Having many wishes is also part of the power that makes up the fireworks in the world."

Fireworks bloomed overhead like shooting stars.

Yetan clasped his hands and looked at Zisang Junyan without blinking: "All Zisang Junyan's wishes can come true."

Zisang Junyan looked at him: "Your wish."

Yetan: "It is my wish to make all your wishes come true."

Zisang Junyan looked at him seriously, his voice was very soft and slow: "Now, can you like the world?"

Yetan's eyes were clear and curved: "Well, I like Zi Sang Junyan as much as I like Zi Sang Junyan."