[Thunderbolt] I am drunk and the world will not wake up

"Why did you appear in the Luofudan realm?"

Arriving at the Zhiyue Mountain Waterfall, Yi Qixing, who originally wanted to put him down, saw Ce Menghou clutching his clothes and refused to let him go. He was about to utter a cold reprimand, but when he saw the obvious weakness on his face, he swallowed it back. He hugged the person on the floor and sat down under the broken pear blossoms.

"My heart hurts." Leaning quietly in Yi Qixing's arms, after a while, Ce Menghou reached out to catch a falling white pear petal and replied.

"Your heart..." Yi Qixing frowned: "Isn't it complete yet?"

Ce Menghou was slightly stunned for a moment, knowing that Yi Qixing didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't mind just following the words and said: "Heaven's will leaves regrets, this party can't force it, but fortunately my heart is sick. Now if you don’t use your supernatural powers to the limit, it won’t happen again.”

Yi Qixing's slender fingers like cold jade landed on Ce Menghou's heart: "But it's because of me?"

Looking up at the person who knew what he was asking, Ce Menghou smiled with bitterness, even if he did this, even if the person retreated so far, his eyes still couldn't enter his figure.

Was he wrong?Or is it wrong?

Hearing a low laugh, Yi Qixing lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms, his eyes were full of pain, full of astringency, and full of pain.

"Qingdu has no self..." Yi Qixing slowly raised the hand that was originally on Ce Menghou's heart to cover his eyes that were suffering from love: "Rest, you are tired."

"Ha." With a slight smirk, Ce Menghou felt the temperature in his eyes and closed his eyes obediently. This temperature has always made him nostalgic, but it is a pity that this temperature has never belonged to him, and today's temperature is nothing but his. As a humble man, he came here because he was humble and forced... Tired... He is indeed a little tired...

Hearing the laughter of the person in his arms, Yi Qixing's thin icy blue eyes gradually deepened, like the indestructible dark sky above his head.

After a long time, the empty eyes gradually focused again, the deepness receded, and the indifference remained the same: "Sleep, I will wait for you to wake up."

As soon as the words fell, Yi Qixing obviously felt the body in his arms stiffen suddenly, and then a touch of warmth was added to the hands covering his eyes.

As if still unwilling to see those passionate eyes, Yi Qixing unintentionally took the hand covering the eyes, and just repeated: "Go to sleep."

"... En." Responding lightly, Ce Menghou softened his body again, adjusted his posture and buried his face in Yi Qixing's chest sideways, wrapping his hands around his waist.

"I always feel that the person just now is not a good person."

On Luofu Mountain, after finishing the business, the most irrelevant words came suddenly at the last moment, but the Yinzi who was watching by him understood it, not only he understood it, but even Mu Lingshan understood it .

Not a good person, but not a bad person either, Yinzi faintly thought about the terrified look on Cai Menghou's face when he suddenly appeared just now, maybe the divine punishment of Qixing with his own essence could help him. It was a deliberate calculation, but the panic was not half fake.

Glancing at the dark sky, Yinzi sighed softly in his heart, the adversity was in the midst of calamity, and he just had to watch quietly for these children's personal relationships that had nothing to do with the overall situation.

"I'm going to the City of Time to discuss with the city lord about the time, do you want to go together?"

"Together."

"Then I will go back to the hometown of Tianfo."

Yinzi thought for a while: "Alright, let Twelve accompany you. At this moment, you can't make mistakes."

"it is good."

The four scored two points, and Yinzi and Zuo Guangyin set foot on the time city on the mountain of far away.

"Yo……"

Looking up and seeing someone coming, before Yin Sui could utter sarcasm, the white shadow beside him suddenly jumped out.

"Old dog, do you have any news about Qixing?"

"Yi Qixing is very good." Beigou snorted softly as he looked at the ferocious green veins that appeared due to excessive force on his wrist.

Hearing the news that Yiqi was fine, Qi Luosheng breathed a sigh of relief when he realized his gaffe and immediately let go: "Sorry, I hurt you."

Yinsui frowned, then looked at Yinzi: "Are you here to borrow again?"

"This is the first, and the second is for the time"

"How sure are you?" The voice of City Lord Time floated over in an instant.

"I have the certainty that I must break through."

"Ha, it's good to have confidence, but what do you rely on to speak so well?"

"It must be broken."

"It's so courageous, but my question is wrong. The three evil spirits will appear at your request."

"The matter of borrowing generals..."

"Xiao Yinzi, Time City has its own rules."

Yinzi sighed, but he didn't force it: "It's a matter of time, thank you, the city lord, for fulfilling it."

"Yinzi, is Yi Qixing really safe?" Seeing that Yinzi was about to leave, Qi Luosheng asked again to confirm with Yinzi because he was too worried.

"The day breaks the sky, the veins of the people belong, and Yi Qixing is naturally safe."

"Breaking the sky?"

Qi Luosheng wanted to ask again, but he was nowhere to be seen, so he could only silently turn around and look at the time tree without saying another word.

The falling flowers are flying under the time, and the long-standing person steps out of the falling flowers, and under the passionate and focused eyes, the clothes flutter and ride the ten thousand swords.

In the distance, at the place where the sound is slammed, people who are worried about the world are pushing the sundial with unchanging steps, and the figure of the same worried person whose eyes are on the time wheel, when the water mirror emerges, it is the place where the eyes are fixed, The golden light is dazzling.

Stepping on the ten thousand swords and stopping on the ground veins that belonged to his own destiny, Yi Qixing narrowed his eyes slightly looking at the long-lost sunlight above his head and the golden sword light that was still hot and dazzling under the sunlight.

"The array...opened."

The earth's air surged under the feet, Shenrui roared at the feet and crawled to the feet, Yi Qixing landed lightly on Shenrui's back, fluttering his wings and the wind whizzed past his ears, and in the blink of an eye, he was walking with the fierce air of the earth's veins On the way of opening the sky, the end of the way is the light of the morning sun, which is the hope of the world.

Yiqi OK!Qi Luosheng stared closely at the figure that appeared in the water mirror, through the water mirror technique, he still felt the biting sword intent of Senhan.

"Aw..." With a roar, Shenrui tried to fly upwards with increasing pressure, but his huge body gradually slowed down under the continuous surge of magic and darkness.

"Shenrui..." With a soft groan, Yi Qixing suddenly gathered the power of thunder to bless Shenrui's body, and the Spring and Autumn Sword Spirit was condensed between the eyebrows as a sword shield, rushing straight to the sky in the posture of ninefold thunder.

In front of his eyes, the glazed sacred fire became more and more blazing, paving a bright and smooth path. With the protection of ten thousand swords and the advancement of the nine suns, the troll god finally passed through the cloud cave and surpassed the Jiuzhong.

Looking at the huge formation in front of him, Yi Qixing broke into the heavenly form, and the trolls and gods released the electric energy together, forming an unparalleled cloud of clear sky and thunder when the sword energy condensed, a blow... breaking the sky!

It was originally a dark night of a hundred years, but it was finally broken in response to a secret under the layers of planning.

The light in front of his eyes made the person who was suffering from the fire of heaven slowly raise his head, and many faces flashed in his mind. They were the many martyrs who had never regretted their lives on the road of exterminating demons and evils.

In the end, his eyes fell on the figure that had not yet landed in the distant sky, and his eyes glide with relief and gratitude. This road is his choice.

Yi Qixing controls Shenrui, soaring in the sky, his eyes fall on the soul of Bailian who has been punished and burned by heaven on the Chonghui Holy Bank, but the respect and admiration in his eyes linger for a long time.

"Did you hear it? You don't have to be afraid of the sound that hits your ears anymore, because at this time, the creatures in the world only leave the sound to be happy."

"It's worth it..." The last look with a smile, love to see the world, before the vitality, there is no regret, under the dust, there is only sigh.

"Danhua hugs Yinzi..." Facing this familiar picture, Yi Qixing murmured softly, and even if the fragrant white lotus reappeared in the miserable situation in the future, he would not be the person who has been ashes at this moment.

"Fall down."

The troll god Chang groaned, and carried Yi Qixing to the foot of Luofu Mountain.

Yiqi walked down the mountain independently until a person came with a laurel order.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"I'm waiting for you."

Mu Lingshan stepped forward step by step, and Yi Qixing landed beside him step by step.

"I'm afraid it will take a long time to wait."

"It doesn't matter, Yi Qixing has always been patient with promises."

"Then before that, where do you want to go? What do you want to do?"

"The inch under one foot is the direction of walking; the spring and autumn refers to the doing of walking."

"A square inch is a record, and a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step; the spring and autumn sword bears, and sweeps away evil spirits. I don't need to ask this question."

"What about you? Have you decided to shoulder the hometown of Tianfo?"

"It is Mu Lingshan's duty to rebuild the hometown of Tianfo."

"All the sights in the Buddhist land are in ruins, what are you going to do?"

"But with one heart and one mind, everything that exists is illusory. If you have Buddha thoughts in your heart, you are the land of Buddha. Mu Lingshan will travel far away in this world where cause and effect follow each other, and pass on the law and heart."

"You and I are from the outside, and from the heart, although the directions are different..."

Mu Lingshan looked at Yi Qixing with a smile and continued: "Supporting the good and fighting the evil will lead to one end."

Yi Qixing moved his hands, holding both cups in his hands: "I don't drink lightly, and you don't drink at all, so I will replace wine with tea, and bless you."

Mu Lingshan took one of the cups of tea with a smile, and looked at the moonlight printed in the cup, his heart moved: "Why don't you use this dendrobium to point to the moon, and the moonlight as a guide, I hope there will be a chance in the future, you and I will see the mountains together, and see all over the place." The ink is dripping, and I hope you will be intoxicated with the coolness of the marrow tonight."

Looking at the moonlight in the cup, Yi Qixing smiled inexplicably: "It's fine to drink up..."

After clinking the glasses, Mu Lingshan didn't look at the reminiscence in Yi Qixing's eyes and said with a smile: "I take refuge in Buddha, I take refuge in Dharma, I take refuge in Sangha. Maybe I'll see you later. I'm already a bald deer." only."

"Ha." Perhaps because of recalling the past when he was young and brisk, Yi Qixing rarely started to joke: "In the future, with the light of your future on the top, Yi Qixing is absolutely sure to recognize you."

"Oh..." Mu Lingshan was a little startled by Yi Qixing's joking, and then he couldn't stop shaking his head and laughing: "You really said that..."

"Yeah, what I say is the light of the Dharma Flower that you radiate."

"Ha." With a slight smile, Mu Lingshan stopped before pointing to the Yueshan Waterfall: "The people who are waiting for you can't wait any longer."

Yi Qixing looked up, and saw Qingdu Wuwo, who was wearing a Chinese shirt and Confucian clothes and pointed a feather fan, was standing under the moonlight. The anxiety on his face instantly turned into joy when he saw him for the first time .

Mu Lingshan turned his head to look at Yi Qixing, but saw that the lightness between his brows that had been brought about by the conversation just now had been replaced by a thin indifference.

When people who are waiting for their hearts return, those who wait come are those who have no intentions. There is only one sigh for this feeling.

"It's too inappropriate to sigh before starting to save people."

"I sigh that this heart is helpless."

Yi Qixing's eyes were cold and cold: "There are two ways of safety in the world, and one's heart depends on oneself rather than others."

Mu Lingshan's eyes showed compassion: "You see clearly, but you are still stuck here."

"This is a person, and this is fate. I don't accept fate, but sometimes I have to admit that some things can't just be said."

"So, this is the Zen machine of life."

Yi Qixing smiled: "Have you not yet appeared on the top of the Dharma Flower, but are you already preparing to save me?"

"Where is the care of yourself and others." Mu Lingshan sighed again after saying that, and then there was a trace of reluctance in his eyes: "After a long time, I will cherish myself from now on."

"You too."

Pointing to Mu Lingshan, the laurel stick hit the ground, and he turned to leave. Behind him, soft words whispered in his ears.

"Yi Qixing, you are back."

This feeling can be remembered in the fleeting years, don't let the fleeting feelings be forgotten, and look back vaguely, but don't be hesitant at the time.

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