The bright moon sits on the ground

The long river of time flows downward, and with a decisive gesture, it is gone forever.

The scene in front of me flew by quickly, leaving afterimages,? It was burnt gray and black,? Pushing and pushing, forcing everything in this world to move forward, whether it is sorrow or joy, they are constantly Retreat,? Retreat,? Finally lost track.

I don't know how many springs and autumns,? How many winters and summers, Xu Lang came back from Xiayan City, but he didn't bring back the soul of Sanqing Xianjun.

When he returned to Kunlun, he looked haggard, out of his wits, and his smile was forced, so there was no need to ask him, Liang Kunwu also knew that Xu Lang could show his expression like this, probably because he was carrying the three green immortals The child of the soul suffered an accident.

After all, Xu Lang always looked down on his own life and death. He only became so down and out when facing the life and death of others.

The last time I saw Xu Lang in such a frustrated situation was when his three apprentices passed away one after another.

However, perhaps he has experienced a lot and took life and death lightly. This time, Xu Lang didn't allow himself to immerse himself in that low mood for a long time, and he didn't plan to live a muddle-headed life. He locked himself in the room. After a few days, the matter was no longer discussed.

In the past few years, Pojun Xingjun has been busy with Qi Qianyuan's affairs, and with the two Xingjuns Wenqu and Jumen about to return to his throne, he has no time to talk to Xu Lang, and he has no time to ask the original sentence "" Whether Xuanpu Xingjun has fallen" has been put on hold for the time being.

Xu Lang didn't go to Pojun Xingjun, because Pojun was not the only one who was troubled by chores, he also had things to do.

Yes, the Xuanpu Hall, which had always been quiet, finally became alive with a little movement after a long absence.

Unknowingly, decades have passed, but the fetus wrapped in the spiritual energy has not moved at all, sleeping peacefully. It is so quiet that Xu Lang sometimes even secretly wonders whether he can Wait until the day it wakes up.

He would occasionally take a look at it, and when he looked at the group of aura exuding a cold aura, thousands of emotions rushed into his heart.

Looking back on the day when he first stepped into Kunlun, Xu Lang realized that it had been so long that even the pictures in his mind were covered with a thin layer of dust, and he could not see clearly. If he tried to brush off the dust, You will be choked out of breath.

He knew that Bai Xuan was waiting in the bottomless "sea of ​​bitterness", guarding against the evil spirit that would riot every full moon.

He also knew that this was completely voluntary by Bai Xuan, and no one forced him to do so, but Xu Lang still couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

In the first few years, Xu Lang would think that if the fetus wakes up and the aura dissipates, he will be like countless fresh lives born in this world after the amniotic fluid is broken, and he will be like this ignorant little boy who doesn't know whether he is male or female. Let me tell you a story about Bai Xuan.

A few years later, Xu Lang watched his three apprentices pass away one after another. He saw the sunset glow like blood, dyeing half of the sky red, and he couldn't help but feel a thousand emotions in his heart. Human life is in danger. Will the truth lead to a more free and easy life?

Up to now, Xie Mu died under the merciless fate, and Xu Lang was not even willing to mention this matter to Liang Kunwu. Of course, it was also fortunate that Liang Kunwu would not ask him, but the moment he locked himself in the room For a few days, one thought filled my mind: a mortal's life is in a hurry, if he had never shouldered such a mission, would Immortal Sanqing be able to enjoy this one-time life?

No one could answer his question. The snow in Kunlun gradually melted, but the blizzard raging in Xu Lang's heart never stopped for a moment.

Then, at this moment, the so-called "right time" in Bai Xuan's mouth finally arrived after a long wait.

Liang Kunwu was originally meditating, but he keenly caught that strange movement. He opened his eyes, and the surging air in the cave froze for a moment. Only the golden patterns on his body were flowing rapidly, as if following a trail And go to the hound.

After confirming that the slight movement came from the apse of Xuanpu Hall, Liang Kunwu got up and smoothed the wrinkles on the corners of his clothes.

He put away the futon and walked towards the depths of the cave. What he saw was a screen like mountains and mountains.

It is not like the screens in ordinary people's homes. The owner of the cave is obviously not interested in those flowers, birds, romance, and the screen is not embroidered with orchid and jade leaves, but with different weapons, all of which glow with cold light. It was replaced by a dark black color, and it could be seen that it must have been a distant battle, which dried up the blood, made it dark, and lingered with an ominous atmosphere.

Liang Kunwu walked straight over, and wherever he went, the screen opened in response to the sound, like reeds blown to both sides by the strong wind.

Behind the last screen, the person on the bed was fast asleep, probably having some kind of nightmare, his brows were slightly frowned, the corners of his quilt were messed up by him, and some were pressed under his body, creating an obvious crease. There were scars, and some were hanging on the ground, silently.

In a daze, Xu Lang seemed to hear someone calling him. He struggled to wake up from the drowsy dream, with thin sweat remaining on his forehead. When he opened his eyes, he saw Liang Kunwu leaning over and gently pressing his hand. Seeing him wake up, he said, "Junyao is awake."

Xu Lang's sleepiness still persisted, he looked at Liang Kunwu blankly for a while, and when he realized it, he opened his eyes wide.

So he hurriedly put on his outer robe, tied his belt, stepped into his shoes, and followed Liang Kunwu to Xuanpu Hall.

He has never felt that the road from Kunlun Palace to Xuanpu Hall is so long like today. Even if he rides Yufeng, the short few seconds are enough for him to think wildly for a while. Lang immediately stepped across the corridor and walked into the apse.

As Liang Kunwu said, the Xuanpu Hall, which had been silent for a long time, finally had something different.

The clear and pure spiritual energy was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly falling downward with the fetus within.

Xu Lang stretched out his hand subconsciously, letting the little remaining aura wrap the fetus and fall into his arms. For an adult, this is really light, almost weightless, as if it would break if touched ——Then, when the wind-like aura completely dissipated, Xu Lang discovered that the so-called "Fairy Junyao" was actually a baby boy. It was a big joke.

Thinking of the story that had been passed around so badly, Xu Lang felt bad and didn't want to think about it again.

After decades of brewing, he didn't let Kunlun wait any longer. From the outside, he was no different from all newborns.

Xu Lang hurriedly took off his outer robe, wrapped the wrinkled baby into the robe, and slowly covered the remaining body temperature.

The baby hiccupped in his arms, as soft as the sound of drizzle falling into the pool in early spring. Immediately, his chest rose and fell, and a cry-like tone was squeezed out from his narrow throat. Echoing in the empty apse, Xu Lang patted his trembling back lightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Liang Kunwu who had just stepped into the hall. Because of the noise, he turned around and retreated out.

When the baby's breathing stabilized, he stopped fussing, except for occasional whimpers from his throat.

Xu Lang just sat down like this. The steps were cold, but fortunately his arms were warm. He lowered his eyes and carefully looked at the baby in his arms. It had a big head, a small body, short legs, and a round belly. , the skin is very thin, almost transparent, and the blood vessels under the skin are clearly visible. According to Liang Kunwu, the body cast by Bai Xuan's aura should look very similar to Bai Xuan, but at least he hasn't seen the wrinkled little one yet. How is the face similar to Bai Xuan's peach blossom face covered with frost and snow?

The end of his hair brushed the baby's cheek inadvertently, probably because he felt itchy, and the face turned sideways to the other side.

Xu Lang couldn't help laughing, tucked his outer robe around his neck, and called him softly: "Junyao."

The baby didn't know that the sound was calling him, so he didn't respond, his eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to be sleepy.

Xu Lang vaguely remembered that when he was a child, he also liked to tease his little sister like this, braiding her pigtails, sneaking her out of the house when the weather was fine, adding new clothes and jewelry to her, Buying her some gaudy and useless gadgets, making her giggle... As for what happened after that, he didn't want to think about it anymore, he was never a good brother.

When I get older, I always love to remember, as if this life is coming to an end, so only memories can be used as comfort.

He didn't care about these lengths with the baby, and the apse suddenly became quiet, only the sound of gentle breathing remained.

Xu Lang stared at the baby in his arms for a while, then stood up, lightly moved, and took away the wooden box on the stone pillar beside him. The warm sound of water followed him down the stone steps step by step.

Liang Kunwu stood in front of the hall, his eyes resting on the baby in Xu Lang's arms for a while, seeing that he was asleep and not as noisy as before, so he didn't say anything.It should be difficult for the gods to understand why newborn babies cry, they just feel noisy, Xu Lang thought.

Kunlun Xianjun looked very indifferent, took the wooden box in his hand, and asked, "Xu Lang, where are you going next?"

"Lang Feng Cen." Xu Lang paused, then smiled gracefully, and said, "I haven't been back for a long time."

Liang Kunwu agreed, but did not express his opinion, just like he did countless times in the past, neither agreeing nor opposing.

When it was time to leave Xuanpu Hall, Xu Lang protected the baby in his arms, and tried to block the cold wind tightly.Originally, he was about to take a step forward, but he seemed to be held back by something, so if he felt something, he turned his head and looked behind him from a distance—that huge palace, in the middle of nowhere. In the breath, it gradually fell apart, collapsed into quicksand, and fell to the clouds.