The bright moon sits on the ground

Memories gradually dissipated.

Xu Lang rubbed the tip of his nose and said, "However, to be honest, neither Po Jun nor I expected to see Wu Qu again in a place of fireworks like a brothel. After he went back, he struggled for a long time. Only then did he resist the urge to take her away."

"No matter how unattainable a god is, if he falls into the world, he will eventually be reduced to the world of mortals. Although the strength of character is there, the arrogance of being isolated from the world is gone." Sanqing shook his head, and said, "? With Wu Qu's temperament, it's not difficult to understand her choice."

Xu Lang said: "Maybe it's because I don't have much contact with her. Compared with her, your choice is completely within my expectation."

Sanqing laughed suddenly, and looked at Xu Lang, "That was not my choice, but 'his' choice. You forgot,? I stayed in the world for too long,? If you hadn't come to find me , I'm afraid I can't remember those past events in Tianting, and I don't know what the word "Sanqing" means. Not all gods can be like Wuqu Xingjun. For her, it's just time to pick up memories question."

After being silent for a while, Xu Lang asked, "After this catastrophe, how does Xianjun feel in the world?"

"It's hard to describe." Sanqing replied, "I think the word 'human world' is a description in itself, so repeating it would be superfluous."

"No matter what the heavens are like, no matter what the emperor is like, no matter if it's a severe drought or a severe flood, what's going on in the world, what's boiling is boiling, what's silent is silent, how to live, how to live, even if the life span is short After all, mortals can find a narrow gap to breathe from the oppressive pain, and rejoice in a fleeting beauty." Xu Lang said, "This is what I like about it. You can touch it now. You can also understand why I always want to come back."

Sanqing listened, nodded his head, and asked, as if remembering something, "So, where are you going after cutting off Kunlun?"

Xu Lang fiddled with the flowing pattern on the cuff, and said casually after hearing this: "I have no aura, I am not a god, I have lived for more than a hundred years, and I am no longer a mortal. Can't stand me either."

"I know what Xianjun is worried about... You have always been like this, you always love to worry about this and that for others." He said, "You are nothing more than worrying. After cutting off Kunlun, you should return to the heavens, and you should be in the world. If you want to stay in the world, what should I do as a different kind, right? Actually, it’s nothing, I made my decision a long time ago, so you don’t have to worry about me.”

Seeing that Xu Lang didn't intend to continue, San Qing sighed, then bent his elbows, and gently bumped against his waist skillfully and intimately, drawing Xu Lang's gaze to himself, and said : "I always feel that you are becoming more and more like Bai Xuan."

Especially the one who refuses to say anything, insists on hiding it by himself, and doesn't say anything until the last moment, it's the most similar.

Xu Lang was startled, lowered his eyes and smiled, just said: "After all, I have lived for so many years, even I can't remember my age."

"Let's talk about the future." Xu Lang changed his legs and stood crookedly, out of shape, "The Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West tried their best to open up a Taoyuan in Penglai. The last refuge of the heavens. The seven star kings, except for Wu Qu and Lian Zhen, have all returned to their positions. Although I have not gone back to see it, but according to Liang Kunwu, they are with the gods who escaped by chance at that time. It may take a hundred years or a thousand years to rebuild the heavenly court, and it will eventually return to its original state."

From Penglai to Kunlun, it's a long way away. If we push forward bit by bit like this, we don't know when we can bring Kunlun back to life.

"When I fell... I couldn't see Mugong and Jinmu." Sanqing pressed her eyebrows, trying to recall the scene at that time.

There was another brief and rapid silence.

Xu Lang seemed to be hesitating for something, after a long while, he suddenly approached Sanqing, and took his shoulders into his arms.

Sanqing's eyes widened, not understanding what Xu Lang was acting.

He remembered that when he regained his memory, he shed a few tears, and Xu Lang hugged him gently like this, half of relief, half of regret—when thinking of this, Sanqing also vaguely understood, to him What follows is not good news.

He raised his hand, patted Xu Lang's back, and said in a muffled voice, "Let go. According to your seniority, you have to call me ancestor."

Xu Lang didn't let go.

To be honest, he didn't know how to say those words in front of Sanqing, just like this, no one looked at anyone, and no one knew what the expression on the other person's face was. Perhaps for them, this was the most important thing. is the best choice.

The immature fairy in his arms was light and light, like a feather, which could barely touch his shoulders, and the forehead ornament hurt so much that his bones ached.

"The emperor's bones turned into beams and pillars supporting the sky." As soon as these words came out, San Qing suddenly lost his words, "His flesh and blood turned into a silver-white galaxy hanging above the sky, although it is not as clear and bright as before, But it can illuminate the heaven that has only been a long night for a hundred years, and the soul turns into a gentle breeze that clears away evil spirits, and slowly melts the howling and raging evil spirits into the quiet wind."

"The flesh and blood of the Queen Mother of the West blended with Penglai, and the blue silk like a waterfall turned into a whole peach forest in full bloom. The golden hairpin on her head drew a meandering stream, isolating the evil spirits and making it impossible to step into the Taoyuan. It became the last refuge of the heavens."

Xu Lang remembered that he had asked Bai Xuan indignantly before - "What is Heaven doing?"

In the end, he knew the answer. The two gods who symbolized the heavens and the supreme existence did not plan to leave at all.

He had never met Emperor Donghua and Queen Mother Xi before, and he didn't know what kind of character they were, how well they got along, and how their appearance was. However, after hearing these words from Liang Kunwu, a burst of great grief surged in his heart .

Xu Lang thought, even though he had never met him before, he still felt sorry and sad, so what about Sanqing who often served Queen Mother Xi?

The Pojun Xingjun under the knees of Emperor Donghua, after the sky fell, he stood for a long time in the courtyard where the snow was flying, and he couldn't tell whether it was a cold current or an evil spirit. He looked at the sky that was about to collapse. His head was covered with frost, as if he had turned white.

It was the first time and the only time Xu Lang saw Po Jun showing such a sad and regretful expression.

Xu Lang couldn't help staring into Sanqing's eyes and said these words. Every word and every sentence was like a knife stabbing a needle. Although it only fell on the ear, the pain spread from the heart to all the limbs. Xu Lang felt Sanqing's fingers trembled slightly, maybe it was almost numb tingling, even Sanqing didn't notice it, the fairy just tried to calm down, and slowly pushed him away.

"I'm not surprised." Sanqing said softly, with a low voice, "If they are still here, I shouldn't have seen them for so long. Maybe when I asked that sentence, I probably had some doubts in my heart. It's a little bit of luck, I hope you can tell me that they are so busy with trivial matters at this time... However, when I saw your reaction, I vaguely guessed the answer."

At this moment, San Qing couldn't describe what kind of feeling it was.

It can't be said to be a complete pain, as if slowly surfacing from the water, the first thing I felt was a sense of suffocation. The waves rolled out twisted ripples and rolled towards him. Another smell of blood.

He vaguely remembered that when that day came, he was originally serving by Queen Mother Xi's side.

That day, Queen Mother Xi seemed to be in a bad mood, with a little melancholy between her brows, she pressed her forehead lightly and heavily, picked up and put down the scroll in her hand, and finally stopped reading it, and called Sanqing over, asking him, There was not a moment of regret.

Sanqing looked at Queen Mother Xi, although she didn't know why she suddenly asked these questions, she pondered for a while, and replied, "Never."

"Heaven is so big, you can do anything, and doing anything is more interesting than Penglai's messenger." Queen Mother Xi's voice was always clear, but now it was a little thick, like the thick ink that fell into the inkstone pool and gradually dispersed. "You have been with me for thousands of years. If you can choose again, I hope that what you choose and what you walk is a road with no end in sight."

Sanqing wanted to say something else, for example, he did not regret it, and for example, even if he started all over again, he would still choose that path. blocked between the lips and teeth.

"Let's go find Xuanxiu." Queen Mother Xi said, the ornaments on her head shook slightly and jingled, "Let's go, Sanqing."

Afterwards, Sanqing went to look for His Highness the Ninth Prince, in a trance, suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, and saw that one end of the sky was torn open, and the fire like a furnace came in, and the long bell rang with a chilling meaning, in the heavenly court The reverberation, how many times it was knocked, he couldn't count, he only knew that he had never heard that silent ancient clock ring so many times - if he felt something, he looked back from afar, and at the end of his sight, the huge heavenly palace was just around the corner. With the sound of the bell, it slowly disintegrated, turned into quicksand, and fell towards the clouds.

Sanqing thought to himself, he should have thought that it was a farewell, but he was still looking forward to reunion after a long absence.

His speechlessness was too depressing, when Sanqing raised his head again, he saw Xu Lang and Liang Kunwu's eyes were on him, probably a little concerned, like a cluster of fire in the snowy field, not really It's too hot, but it can be comforted by talking.

Sanqing has always been unable to say anything against his will, and it is the same now, he can't force a smile and say that he is fine.

Thinking about it this way, the memory that was as stubborn as a lingering tree root became loose, and Sanqing frowned, feeling the slightest bit of pain.

Then, some fragments appeared in his mind, which had been there all the time, but at this time he really found his name, and remembered those scenes that he should not forget and would never forget.

After leaving the Heavenly Palace, Sanqing stepped into the cave of His Highness the Ninth Prince. He really had such an unrestrained temperament. Even if he lived in this kind of place, all the gods thought it was normal, but Sanqing came in a hurry. The intention of asking him to look for Xuanxiu is full of bad premonition, even though the mountain is clean and luxuriant, he has no intention to enjoy it.

He failed to see Hyun Soo.

In the empty cave, there was only a square mirror, quietly waiting for him, as if he had calculated everything that was going to happen, His Highness Jiu dipped his fingers in ink, and wrote on Baishi's table profusely. few lines.

"I knew you might come to me."

"I have some things to confirm, so I probably don't have time to say goodbye to you."

"This Sifang Kaitian mirror, please keep it for me."

In the end, he wrote: Hyun Soo's masterpiece.

The words at the end are a bit distorted, covered with a residual evil spirit, which is hard to get rid of after a long time.