The bright moon sits on the ground

After leaving Kunlun, Xu Lang returned to Lin'an.

He has nowhere to go. He has been hiding his name for so many years, so no one can discover his identity.

The Prince Ji's Mansion in front of him is like a cold mountain hidden in the busy city, and the surrounding noise seems to be strictly isolated from it.

Although Xu Lang thought that Prince Ji's mansion would be renovated soon, the facts proved that during his years in Kunlun, it was full of scars and lesions that had not healed for a long time, and it was not completely swallowed up. Liang is Liang,? A pillar is a pillar, with a thick layer of dust accumulated, and the scene of elegance and luxury in the past has been buried by time—he thought wildly, he had heard that the Fengshui of Prince Ji's Mansion was not good before, maybe it was because of this,? No one cares about this unique place, or are they afraid that there will be ghosts lingering in it?

But there is nothing in it. What should be taken away has been taken away. What should go away, whether it is the soul or the person, is gone.

In the first two years, Xu Lang waited for the limelight to gradually pass away, so he sneaked back to Lin'an with a thumping heart, partly because he wanted to take this opportunity to worship, and partly because he wanted to Find some memories from this place.

As a result, he turned over in a panic.After the wall passed, Xu Lang stayed in Prince Ji's mansion for a long time, before finally daring to confirm one thing.

He couldn't find any memory here, or rather, there was no memory for him to pay homage to here at all.

Memory is entrusted to people or things, there must be something to entrust, but in this palace, everything that should be taken away has been taken away, and those who should be beheaded have already been beheaded, and there is nothing left , leaving only the desolate scene of loneliness and desolation.

That being the case, why did he come back?Xu Lang thought to himself, not every question in this world needs an answer.

It has been eight years since then.

Xu Lang muttered, found a clean place, patted the dust, lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat at the gate of the palace.

He wasn't worried that anyone would recognize him. After all, most of the people who could recognize him were no longer alive. Even if the rest of them saw it with their own eyes, they wouldn't compare such a down-and-out person with that "Ji Wanzhu" back then. "connect together.

If only there would be a shower, not too rainy, not too cold, then he would have a reason to stay here.

It was really strange that someone was sitting at the gate of Prince Ji's Mansion, which had been abandoned for a long time, but Xu Lang's expression was open and natural enough, so people passing by just stopped their eyes on him for a while, and then quickly moved away. Did not care.

Xu Lang sat on the cold stone steps, watching, thinking, watching everything in the world with cold eyes, and suddenly felt palpitations.

The heartbeat gradually slowed down, contracted silently, grew inward, and made it difficult to breathe. During the squeeze, the hard shell was peeled off, and the soft flesh was also dug away, losing support, and becoming empty. Xu Lang pressed his chest and breathed little by little with difficulty, then raised his head to look at the lights in the distance, and felt like some kind of phantom, indistinct and indistinguishable.

He just watched quietly like this, and it took him a while to realize that his body was shaking, not because of the cold, but because of some kind of fear.

He fears that this world is like another place he has never been to, and there is no place for him anywhere.

Xu Lang has always been very open-minded. He has been used to living alone for many years. He has never felt afraid, and he rarely feels lonely. find a place for him.

He took a few deep breaths, the feeling of heart palpitations came and went quickly, but the undispelled toxin lingered there for a long time, unwilling to leave easily, Xu Lang put his left hand on his right, and could feel the intense trembling, like the foreshadowing of the flood.

There has always been a clear boundary between the human world and the fairy world, and there should be no communication.

In those myths and stories, the noble and aloof gods looked at the world, so they were contaminated with the world of mortals and fell in love.want.

Why, there has never been a story written about how a mortal would feel if he strayed into the fairyland and returned to the human world?

Xu Lang racked his brains to think about it, thinking that there is a story about a "Ranke Man" in "Shu Yi Ji", who went up the mountain to cut firewood, and suddenly saw two boys sitting opposite each other playing chess. After the chess game was over, he found the ax in his hand He has decayed, and when he returned to the village, he asked only to find out that a hundred years had passed in a hurry, and his contemporaries had all died, and his eyes were desolate. He was in his hometown, but he felt quite unaccompanied.

Did the person in the story feel fear, and what happened to him afterwards, the person who wrote the story did not mention it.

Xu Lang thought, he was afraid, and what he was afraid of were the various human conditions he was most familiar with, and even, he began to be afraid of himself.

He went to the fairyland, and was tainted by the coldness of Kunlun Mountain, which was hard to get rid of, and it was hard to melt in the scorching world.

So Xu Lang thought of Bai Xuan again, he didn't want to think about those things anymore, but the memory was there, it was the loudest Xia Chan, who wanted to call his name tirelessly over and over again, disturbing his mind , You have to take a look before you stop.

He said, you are so noisy. After hearing this, Memories snickered and asked him to understand.

After leaving Xuanpu Hall, Xu Lang also thought a lot. He knew that Bai Xuan's actions were for his own good, but he didn't need this kind of kindness. On the surface it was "I'm for your own good", but in fact it was a kind of coercion Like orders, without any consideration of his thoughts.

After thinking too much, he even hated iron for being weak, and didn't know how to make Bai Xuan open his heart.

However, now that he has left Kunlun and returned to the human world, Xu Lang doesn't want to think as hard as before.

He secretly scolded Bai Xuan in his heart, if he really wanted him to leave, he should be forced to stay instead of being so ambiguous and ambiguous, making him upset, confused, hesitant, and helpless , almost a form of torture.

As for Liang Kunwu, he is also the type who is good at playing riddles, maybe all gods are like this, and he likes to say strange things.

Just like what he said, "The right to choose is always in your hands", Xu Lang thought about it for more than ten days, but he couldn't figure it out.

Xu Lang thinks that his life can be roughly divided into three parts. The first part ends when the entire family of Prince Ji’s mansion is ransacked; It started from the moment when I strayed into Kunlun.

He felt like a prisoner, locked in icy shackles, the other end of which stretched into the endless depths.

Even if he didn't look at it, shaking the chain and hearing the light and heavy knocking, Xu Lang knew that the other end of the chain was connected to Kunlun.

Where is there any right to choose? Xu Lang changed into a comfortable posture and sat, half leaning on the door beam, sighing.If at any time before, Bai Xuan told him to leave, he would have packed up his things willingly and left immediately, at most there was only a little bit of reluctance, it was impossible for him to be so out of his mind like now, as if he just left, but his mind was not there. follow.

Xu Lang is not a person who can't be idle, on the contrary, he spends most of his time at leisure, drinking tea, admiring the beautiful scenery, and occasionally dozing off, groggy, so that he can pass the day, however, he is now Want to escape this quiet place.

As long as the surroundings calm down, those complicated thoughts will appear in his mind.

What fairy world, what Kunlun, what Baixuan, what Liang Kunwu; moreover, there are Yanyun Mountain, Wuzheng; Moon Palace, Liu Nanci; Star Palace, Pojun, Wuqu; Like a vine after a spring rain, it grows wantonly.

Xu Lang stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, so that his stiff body would come alive.

He had nothing to take. After his body gradually regained consciousness, he smoothed out the wrinkles at the corners of his clothes, got up and left.

Lin'an is very lively tonight, Xu Lang did a little calculation, it was the Qiqiao Festival, he was still wondering why there were crowds of girls and young masters on this street, it turned out to be because of this, and then he thought again, every time at this time , there are especially many people on the Broken Bridge of West Lake.

Xu Lang paced, intentionally or unintentionally, walking towards the direction of the West Lake. The night finally fell completely, and the lights were dimmed. Occasionally, a few inconspicuous chuckles came from the cramped corner, and he whispered to his ears. Passing through the crowd, the frown that was originally frowned gradually fell.Xu Lang spent four or five years like this, even the excitement of others could make him feel warm.

Finding a corner, Xu Lang calmly leaned against the wall, resting his chin with his hand, just watching the scene quietly.

It's a pity, he thought, the gods don't understand the meaning of entering the world, and they don't know how to find peace from the bustle.

The child finally found an honest reason to go to bed late, more excited than in the daytime, jumping up and down, hurriedly ran across the broken bridge, ran from one end to the other, laughed and laughed a few times, and ran back from the other end to this end. Shuttle among the crowd, like sparks.The shy girl half-covered her cheeks with a round fan, her ears were reddish, and she secretly glanced at the people beside her from time to time, with a little airs that she didn't usually have, and even her coquettishness became soft, but she forgot the steps under her feet and walked slowly. Broken and messy, like a boiling mood.

The young master who was not good at words showed a puzzled expression, trying to think of how to speak, someone who was behind him gently pushed his shoulder, and made a move in a low voice. After speaking, he took a few steps back again and again, and the others Individuals put on a booing look.

If it's not dark yet, maybe you can still see a girl with dexterous fingers threading a thread with a seven-hole needle.

The dots of lights in front of me form a river of stars, a river that belongs to the world alone and burns amidst the noise.

Xu Lang watched silently, neither trying to join them nor making a sound to break the scene, a smile unconsciously bloomed on his lips, which became more and more obvious as time went by, together with the reflection in his eyes The firelight also became finely fragmented.

Such a rare leisurely and leisurely life was completely shattered into pieces when the first exclamation sounded.

He has been looking at the bustling crowd, until this time, followed the eyes of everyone to look at the endless night sky.

Then, the smile on Xu Lang's lips just froze there, it condensed into ice, piercing and aching from the cold.

The sky that should have been dark at night was dyed with a thin layer of fire, hot and wanton, almost like the rosy clouds in the evening, but the night has already fallen, no matter how you think about it, there should be no rosy clouds in the sky, let alone the rosy clouds. Not to mention that the stars dotted in the sky are like flowing silver fish, converging in circles, converging, twisting into the shape of a disc, flowing slowly with every breath.

The sky was torn apart by an invisible hand, and the flames came out from nowhere, vaguely, and thunder-like noises could be heard again, boom, boom, boom, several muffled sounds, ringing in the east, There were also sounds from the west, one after another, connecting the flames into pieces.

The giant drum on the cloud was beating, and the familiar yet unfamiliar sound exploded in Xu Lang's ears.

He knew, better than anyone, that it wasn't thunder, it wasn't a harbinger of rain, but—

It's another world, the end that mortals can't reach even if they try their best in their lives, and the scream of impending collapse.

The author has something to say: nostalgia and chanting and hearing flute and fu in nostalgia, it is like a Lanke person in the countryside.

——Liu Yuxi, "Rewarding Lotte Yangzhou at the first meeting at the banquet"