The bright moon sits on the ground

Xu Lang brushed off the flying snow, and the wind whimpered, entangled in his sleeves and robes, the flying snow was like goose feathers, swirled one after another, and fell into the mountains and rivers.

Most of the time, Kunlun is always cold in his memory. Looking from a distance, it is covered with silver. If you are in it, you can see heavy snow and strong wind, which reminds him of the extreme north of the world. , the same is true, perennial cold, hard to melt ice and snow.

His vision was gradually covered in white, like a layer of white silk, and he could only keep moving forward in the direction he remembered.

There was a tingling feeling in the forehead, it was numb, the ear canal seemed to be blocked by cotton, and even the sound of the raging wind could not be heard clearly, the evil spirit was chasing after him, Xu Lang almost numbly asked Running forward,? Running? In my mind, only the scene where Liang Kunwu agreed to the request made by Tanlang Xingjun and took out the candlestone: the candlestone shaped like a goose egg has lost the flow pattern of the flame.

The candlestone belonging to Xuanputang is connected to Baixuan's lifeline. When the aura is exhausted, the light of the candlestone will dissipate.

If Liang Kunwu hadn't told them personally that everything was over and there was nothing left for the Greedy Wolf Star Lord to track down; if Xu Lang hadn't clearly seen the moon phase and the pattern of the fox carved on the candlestone; if it hadn't been for Liang Kunwu Sighing softly, she told him that wind and snow can be deceiving... Perhaps Xu Lang would not believe that such a tragic scene in front of him was not his nightmare.

Xu Lang traveled all the way through wind and rain, crossing mountains and ridges, and finally returned to Kunlun, because of those intractable doubts.

He didn't understand, at the beginning it was clearly Bai Xuan who insisted on keeping him and letting him take the position of Immortal Lord Langfeng, but later he changed his mind and wanted to drive him away without showing any sympathy, before leaving, He also refused to see him for the last time, so Xu Lang guessed that this probably meant a clean break, but when he returned to Kunlun, he found that Bai Xuan had never taken his mark.

If he didn't ask it himself, if he didn't hear the answer with his own ears, he would be deeply depressed for the rest of his life.

As a result, Xu Lang overcame all kinds of difficulties and dangers, thinking that he could finally get the answer, but Liang Kunwu told him that he was late, and Bai Xuan had already fallen.Xu Lang originally wanted to ask Liang Kunwu, for example, why he gave him the key to Kunlun. He was full of depression, but he was blocked back, his lips were open and closed, his throat was dry, and he could only ask one sentence.

"Bai Xuan...where is he?"

Liang Kunwu did not answer his question, but instead asked him: "Why did you go back to Kunlun?"

Because of those inexplicable doubts; because he feels out of place in the world; because he thinks of Wuzheng when he sees the sun; because he thinks of Liu Nanci when he sees the moon; It's not that he is still forging weapons in the Kunlun Palace; because every time it rains, every time the bell of Nanping Temple faces him across the bank, he will think of Bai Xuan.

Hearing this, Xu Lang could only stare at Liang Kunwu, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Seeing his appearance, Kunlun Xianjun also knew that he couldn't answer, so he tolerantly skipped this topic.

"Xu Lang, go to Xuanpu Hall." Liang Kunwu said, "Bai Xuan has left the answer you want there."

Faintly, Xu Lang heard Bai Xuan's voice ringing in his ears. He remembered that at that time, after Bai Xuan saw the pearl containing the prophecy of martial arts, it was crushed into dust. No one spoke, just listened. The crisp sound of heavy snow crushing branches.

The streamer that belongs exclusively to the star palace skims over the clouds, pushes and flows forward, tears the long night, and weaves into a bright curtain.

It was at this time that Bai Xuan spoke to break the long silence.

"Thank you for your unblemished trust and entrustment."

"Some things are not that I don't want to say, but that the dust has not yet settled, and I'm not completely sure yet."

"I swear," he said, at the end of the memory, "that one day I will tell the whole story."

Bai Xuan really did not lie.Xu Lang was drowsy, and suddenly felt sore eyes and a dull pain in his throat, as if something was blocked, which made him feel sad. This winter is so long that it almost condenses his limbs and bones.

He was getting closer and closer to Xuanpu Hall, and even had an illusion that this never-ending snowstorm was also waiting for his arrival.

Xu Lang stepped on the winding paths with ease, and the soles of his shoes stepped on the smooth cobblestones, and he counted each one clearly in those bright nights.As an old fox who has lived for thousands of years, Bai Xuan noticed it the moment he stepped into the Xuanpu Hall. However, Xu Lang always likes to wander around, so Bai Xuan just let him go for a long time. .

Climbing up the steps, he stood in front of the familiar door, subconsciously corrected his posture, raised his hand, and was about to knock on the door.

Then—Xu Lang laughed at himself, thinking, the owner of this place is gone, so what's the point of him knocking on the door again?

His hesitation didn't last long, the snow in the courtyard was getting heavier, and he pushed the door open as he had done countless times before.

There is still the smell of incense in the room, which is the kind that Baixuan often uses, like ice and snow, inhaling it suddenly, the fragrance floods into the nostrils, and it goes straight to the sky, piercing the temples with sudden pain, even Made him a little dizzy.

The desk, the candle lamp made of shark tears on the desk, the mahogany chair, and the murals on the wall blurred by water, everything is the same as usual, the only difference is the table stacked with scrolls On the case, one of the scrolls was half-deciphered.

Bai Xuan has always kept the room tidy, and he has never made such a small mistake.

Xu Lang walked over slowly, and his movements were very light, lest the movement be too loud and disturb the sleeping people.

He lit the candle lamp with a torch, and the orange flame immediately brought a breath of freshness to the room.

With the help of the flickering candle, Xu Lang untied the string, put it aside, and slowly spread out the scroll.

Bai Xuan's handwriting is very beautiful, each stroke hides the sharpness, but it is put away properly at the end.

"In this world, there are many things that mortals can do, but gods cannot."

This is the first paragraph Bai Xuan wrote on the scroll.

Xu Lang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and indescribable complex emotions suddenly rushed into his heart. The dense black characters in front of his eyes formed a thick mist. He had to spend a lot of effort to ease his emotions. After a while, he continued to read. go down.

"After Guteng's accident, I talked with Dijun for a long time. Regarding the future of the heavens, we kept proposing various solutions and overturning them. After a long stalemate, we finally came up with the only solution: The human world is temporarily used as a hiding place so that the immortals in the heaven will not be destroyed. But the emperor and the Queen Mother of the West will open up a Taoyuan in Penglai and use it as the last refuge. This is not the best of both worlds. There is only one way ahead."

"Immortals have weak emotions and it is difficult to empathize. This is not because immortals are superior to others, but because of their nature."

"After thousands of years, our memory is too long. Many touching moments will gradually lose their color and become boring as time goes by. When we look back, we are no different from spectators, and it is difficult to produce What did you feel?"

"Life is short, like a mayfly; the journey to immortality is long, like the wind."

"The souls of gods have carried thousands of years, which is too heavy for mortals. Therefore, after they are born in the world, most of them will not remember the things in the heavens. They only think that they are one of the crowd, flesh and blood, like ordinary people. Feel the same joy, anger, sorrow and joy. Because of this, the immortals cannot be trapped in samsara, otherwise they will forget the heaven, and I am afraid it will be difficult to be persuaded in the future. It is best to wake them up as soon as possible, let them break away from the mortal world, and get relief. This is inevitable It's a painful process."

"Constrained by the laws of the world, gods cannot directly interfere with everything in the world. Just like the first paragraph I wrote, gods can't do everything. At least what I write now must be Leave it to a mortal to do it."

"Xu Lang, the 'mortal' I'm talking about is not you. As a mortal, your lifespan has passed 30 years, and I'm afraid you won't be able to witness the day when the heavens are rebuilt. If you decide to drink Chu Lang left you It is connected to Kunlun, neither a god nor a mortal." The tip of the pen paused here, leaving a small ink mark, "However, taking a step back, I don't know if you will Back in Kunlun, you always like to put your love on mountains and rivers, if you stay in the world, it would be good."

He left a blank space here, maybe he wanted to write something, but he didn't know where to start.

After an obvious pause, Bai Xuan wrote: "If you want to go back to Kunlun, here is where you can rest."

After all, the words he wrote in the scroll were based on the premise that Xu Lang returned to Kunlun, so after Bai Xuan wrote that sentence, he stopped being obsessed with it, and the handwriting in the future also became Smoothly, continue to talk about the topic mentioned before.

"I prepared it in advance and hid it in the apse. You will know it at a glance."

"In the wooden box next to it is the magic weapon called 'Three Pot Moon', which I condensed with the few remaining auras. It can defy the law and reverse the flow of time. As for the heavenly world, which can directly manipulate the flow of time Yes, besides me, there is also Wuqu Xingjun from Xinggong, the astrolabe she holds can touch the destiny in the dark, Pojun Xingjun should not reject you because of personal enmity."

"Finally, when the evil spirits were dispelled and the immortals returned to their positions, I used the most indestructible thing in the world to cut off Kunlun. I entrusted this matter to Liang Kunwu, because only he can do it. As for the 'indestructible thing' If you don’t understand what it is, you can ask him. When Kunlun falls completely, the two realms of immortality and mortal world will never see each other, and there will be no relationship between them. Everything should end here.”

Xu Lang fiddled with the scroll and spread it out completely. Then, his expression changed and he froze on the spot, unable to recover.

"By the time you read these words, I've probably left. If I'm guessing right, Mr. Tanlangxing should ask to see my Candlestone, but that doesn't matter, because the Candlestone that belongs to me has already left." It's off, so Liang Kunwu probably won't refuse. Xu Lang, I can't imagine how you feel when you see Tianming Candlestone, and I'm afraid it's impossible to know. In fact, Candlestone can't go wrong. You need You know, from now on, there will be no more Xuanpu Xianjun."

"I have given up my godhead, willingly fell into the devil, and since then I have entered the sea of ​​misery, guarding against the evil spirit that will riot every full moon."

At the end of the scroll, he wrote four words: "No need to look for it."

Xu Lang looked at the fresh ink that his fingertips had inadvertently stained, and panicked, his heart was beating so hard that his chest ached from the shock.He should have thought earlier that the gods cannot predict when the evil will destroy the balance, otherwise Chu Lang would not have been completely unprepared at the beginning, and this scroll was not written by Bai Xuan in advance, the gods are not fond of writing suicide notes— —He wrote it not long ago.

With weak legs and a blank mind, he stumbled to the door and pushed open the carved mahogany door.

Flying snow fell into the throat, the snow fell outside the door, the wind was like swallowing, only a piece of whiteness remained, where can we find the trace of Bai Xuan?