[Comprehensive] Fusu Youqin

Fusu knew he was dreaming.

Because that bright mood can only appear in dreams.

It's like a lifetime away.

The sky is beautiful, the breeze is soft, and the grass and trees on the mountain are luxuriant.

The young man in white came riding the wind, and the red silk in his hair was reflected in the smooth mirror-like water under his feet together with the shadows of clouds and sky.

At this time, there was still a little cinnabar between his brows, not the scorching red lotus that Fusu had seen before.

On the other side of the water, a young man dressed in gold and white clothes held a colorful peacock and was talking to the young man sitting cross-legged on the bluestone.

The young man looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with a strand of slightly raised hair sticking to the side of his face, with a clean and bright smile.

Seeing the young man in white wading in, the little peacock struggled frantically, trying to break free from the clutches of the devil, but the force was too weak and was ruthlessly suppressed.

"Third brother, this little peacock is so pretty, do you want to come and play with it?" The voice of the boy holding the peacock was clear and clear, like a golden stone hitting each other.

The man in white who just landed on the shore raised his eyebrows and said, "Panfeng gave you her son, not for you to play with."

"Eh, isn't it?"

The surprised expression on the young man's face was too exaggerated, Fusu clearly saw "myself" on the bluestone and laughed.

"You obviously asked the question knowingly," he said.

The boy suddenly wrinkled his handsome face, and said dissatisfiedly: "Changqin, why do you get less fun the older you get, can't you cooperate?"

"Cooperate with you to play Kong Xuan? Tongtian has sued me."

The man in white lifted the red silk that fell from his shoulders and let it fall into the air, then stretched out his hand to pinch half of his brother's face, and said with a smile.

"Me! Tongtian can't afford it, and sued his parents?!"

Now he exploded, stuffed the little peacock into his brother's arms, and immediately flew away.

"I'm going to find Yuan Shi!"

His voice echoed in the sky above Mt. Zhu, and he disappeared early.

The man in white lifted the peacock's neck and shook his head helplessly.

"He is the most troublesome."

The luthier on the bluestone said: "You are obviously used to it."

"Huh?" The man in white frowned, with a half-smile, "You—"

He woke up.

Above the head is the plain white dome of the Tiannv Palace in East Kunlun, engraved with various mysterious portraits.The surroundings are quiet, not a single sound of wind and snow is heard.

He recalled in a trance that he followed his father to visit the Kunlun Celestial Girl, and his father talked with the Celestial Girl all night, and they stopped in East Kunlun.

East Kunlun is far away from the fireworks in the world, and the sun and the moon are a hazy halo.Suddenly, at this time, I don't know what night it is.

Fusu sat up from the couch, her mind was still a little dazed.

He shook his head, got up and walked outside.

Nuba has a cold temperament, so there are very few maids in Tiannv Palace.Fusu traveled all the way, but he didn't see anyone.

He stood on a high platform covered with white sand, staring at the swaying wind and snow below the platform.

A few traces of blush can be seen faintly in the wind and snow, and Fusu knows that it is the peach blossom planted in East Kunlun, and it is the only spirit tree that can grow on the territory of Nuba.

Scarlet color... He suddenly remembered the red-clothed boy he saw in the sea of ​​stars before the last Nightless Festival, who could easily stop him.

Before actually meeting him, Fusu's vague impression of him in his memory was that of red silk with hair tied up and white clothes better than snow.But the real deity that I saw that year, even though he was a split spirit, was dressed in a fiery red dress, and even the cinnabar between his eyebrows turned into the mark of a fiery red lotus.

In the dream, the young man's whole body is full of fresh air, which has changed a lot since then.

In those years of separation, the other party probably experienced a lot of things.

Fu Su thought silently, how long has it been since the last time he saw each other?

His father ascended the throne of Emperor Ren for 20 years, retreated to Yinman, took him and Mr. Gai Nie to travel around the world, and it has been more than [-] years so far.

Counting it, he has stayed in this world for hundreds of years.

Even if he has been consciously maintaining the vitality of his body and maintaining his youthful appearance, this human body has reached its limit.

The lifespan of the human race is limited after all.

100 years, it's time to say goodbye.

Fusu turned around and went to the place where the Emperor was resting.

After he gave up maintaining his body's vitality, the body of this young human man collapsed instantly.His hair turned into snow, his face faded, and the magnificent prince and grandson turned into a withered skin and bones in an instant.

Looking at the former eldest son, the Human Sovereign looked deeply.

He put the eldest son's head on his lap, and stroked the long, coarse gray hair with the palm of his hand.

Blessed by the power of the emperor, Ying Zheng was still young and handsome, and his face was fixed at the moment when he ascended the throne.With the eldest son on his lap, the contrast is shocking.

"Father."

There was a gentle voice coming from the front.

Ying Zheng looked up and saw a strange yet familiar young man standing in front of him.

He looked as old as Fusu, with black hair piled up in smoke, a smile on his face, and a rustic white dress.He just stood there, like a thousand years of moonlight and snow.

His appearance is only somewhat similar to Fusu's, and his temperament is not much different.The voice is different too, but the tone is the same as before.

However, Ying Zheng knew that this was his eldest son who had been with him for nearly a hundred years, but he did not belong to this world after all.

He is leaving.

Human Sovereign slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, and said, "Go where you should go."

After hearing this, the young man in white bowed to Ying Zheng for a long time, turned around and disappeared in front of his eyes.

When the phantom of the young man disappeared, the Human Sovereign gently stroked the face of his beloved son on his lap.

When he let go of his palm, the withered skin and bones were infused with life, and in a short while it returned to its former appearance with sculpted eyebrows and handsome eyes.

"Bastard."

The faint sound of mosquitoes and flies can only be heard in this empty palace.

And the young man in white walked past the top of East Kunlun, and when he was about to go to Chengtiantai, he saw Gai Nie who came to East Kunlun.

"... Fusu?" Gai Nie was taken aback and asked.

The young man in white frowned, and said, "My name is Prince Changqin."

In the thousands of miles deep sea, walk alone in silence.

Ever since Pangu opened up the world, dragons and phoenixes fought to the death, Taoist ancestor Zixiao opened the altar, Lich catastrophe reappeared, and the catastrophe of conferring gods was difficult to settle. This world isolated by the deep sea has always been here and has never changed.

This is the place where the gods rest, and its name is——

Return to the ruins.

The young man in white stepped on the pile of bones of ancient beasts and ancient gods, walked past the remnants of dragon, phoenix and lich without squinting, and walked towards the center amidst endless evil spirits.

During this period, countless bone spirits and remnant souls of demon gods who were fighting here roared and rushed towards him, but they were wiped out in the sound of the piano.

He also saw the bones of his own tribe, the Yaozu, who died on the Lich Battlefield in the past.They piled up together, and the memories before death turned into unconscious remnants here, and they continued to fight with anger.

Even if the backtracking plan to change the world was successful, countless souls still died in the end.

But all in all, more people survived this time.

After such an unknown time, he already forgot when he came down, and could only feel that the original body was getting closer and closer to him.

He walked past a magnificent palace, and out of doubt that there were still well-preserved buildings in Guixu, he took a little look inside.

It turned out to be the palace of one of the first overlords of the Great Desolation.

After a glance, he left without caring.

Zulong slept too hard inside, he was not happy to wake up the other party at this point, and he would be the one who would be in trouble at that time.

What he was looking for was right in front of him.

The golden-red spiritual light shone through the world, and the two black and gold swords complemented each other, making the young man Mingjun's eyebrows clearer on the Qinglian stage.

He first went forward to touch the jade-colored qin on the Qinglian Terrace. Amidst the brilliance, he remembered the decisive battle on the prehistoric land that was about to collapse that year.

He suddenly remembered the message sent to him by his anonymous aunt in [Three Thousand Realms]:

'I remember that when I climbed the Yunlou, the red silk stretched across the sky.Now Shen Zhu Xie Qinglian, the light of thousands of years, returns to the ruins alone.

It is said that the sound of the fifty strings is broken, and the jade disc is empty.The vicissitudes of the sea turn into mulberry fields, and Zixiao Daoyin also crosses the gun to bury the moon. '

At that time, he was still Fusu in the world, and he didn't know the meaning of this little poem.

At this moment, the memories of thousands of years and billions of years have returned with the original body.

In the Hongmeng before the creation of the world, the young man in red silk and white clothes transformed from the Lingzhu is unparalleled in beauty; the young swordsman in golden clothes and white hair who walked out of Qinglian has bright eyes and good looks, and is full of vigor.

The fifty strings of the bright pearl Qinglian wandered separately in the chaos, and then they met.

He saw the ax cleave the sky and the earth, and the black-clothed demon god stood beside the purple-robed Taoist, silently waiting for the flood to come.

The good luck jade plate showed its figure when the sky was opened, the black-haired young man smiled softly, and scattered thousands of stars in the heavens and worlds, supporting the reincarnation of the world, while the original body hung high above the Zixiao Palace, silently Gazing at the prehistoric land.

Then the mountains and seas danced songs, the world traveled, and the sun and the moon were at ease.

Don't you see that the young man in Mishan Mountain sang romantic songs, and he still chanted Hongya wine when he was drunk.The moon god in the Guanghan deep palace spreads his sleeves, and the golden crow sweeps the willows.

Later, the catastrophe reappeared, the floods collapsed, and the Dao ancestor followed the traces of the past to change the world and change the world. That retrospective of the past and present was finally a foregone conclusion at that time.

The young swordsman behind the water curtain, the last words he said to him were——

"I will wait for you in the future."

Fenglai returned to his throne, Prince Changqin solidified his figure in the bright aura, he opened his eyes with a deep smile in them.

He sat on the ground under the Qinglian platform and plucked the strings of the qin, and a qin sound flowed between his fingers.

The bright and clear breeze on Mt. Li, the radiant sound of Taoism in the purple sky, and the ever-bright moonlight in the cold and cold... After many years, those scenery that have not been seen for thousands of years are all at his fingertips.

"Since farewell, all kinds of romance are not as good as you."

His eyes fell on the sleeping young man on the Qinglian Terrace, and he said, "I'm back to find you."

"Then you should wake up too, Zhaoming."

The sound of the zither surrounds the world, and amidst the radiance, the young man on the Qinglian stage slowly opened his eyes.

Prince Changqin once again saw the bright amber eyes deep in his memory.

The boy in white fell down from the Qinglian platform in an instant, and smiled brightly at him.

Like a hero, like wine, it is the spring breeze turning into rain, the youthful spirit, and the first peach blossom blooming in the south of the Yangtze River.

It's been many years.

"—Long time no see, we meet again as promised!"

【THAN】

The author has something to say:

The full text is over!

In fact, I couldn’t hold back and opened two new pre-orders of Zhaoming, which are "Mystery of the Old Country" and "A Pengshan Residence on the Sea" in the pre-order column. These two ideas are very suitable for him. Hehe, I think I can finish it!

I originally planned to open a new one seamlessly, but I, a fool, forgot to report to the unit immediately, and I am likely to be assigned as the class boss (...), if this is the case, then the opening time will be delayed by one and a half months.If not, then open a new article at 8.31 pm on [-]!It should be the last comprehensive manga, so I won’t write comprehensive manga after finishing that one, and concentrate on filling in the pre-received pits.

Finally, thank you, Xiao Keyuan, for seeing this all the way. The whole ceremony feels like a lucky draw. The condition of the lucky draw is 100% subscription.

ps: If you like it, give it five stars, if you can't beat the limit, don't use it~ See you in the next book!