The bright moon sits on the ground

The sound of the flute, the sound of the piano, gradually stopped.

After a while, the beast tide seemed to have noticed something, turned around, and stopped staring at Xu Lang and Bai Xuan. They began to bite each other, and the winner stepped on the loser's head to climb up. , one after another, soon, a high-rise building fell to its foundation, stacked on top of each other, constantly climbing towards a higher place, trying to escape from this endless sea of ​​suffering, without feeling tired.

Xu Lang had seen this scene on the stone platform before, but it was another feeling to see this scene at the bottom of Kunlun.

It's not just these beasts, Xu Lang and Bai Xuan also understand that Kunlun is slowly disappearing, so they want to escape.

Xu Lang stood with one leg propped up for a while, then felt a bit strenuous, and simply sat down on the floor. Although the ice surface was only this big, it was very strong. He didn't even move half a step.

He hid his fingers in the wide sleeves, and lightly touched his index finger and thumb. Click, click, there was a slight sound. No wonder he didn't feel it. He thought to himself, because half of his arm had been turned into bones. There were only some skin and nerves left, which were entangled there, barely moving with his thoughts, lingering on his last breath, a little struggle at the end of his life.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Xuan lifted up the hem of his clothes and sat beside Xu Lang.

Xu Lang didn't speak, even though the surrounding scene was no different from purgatory, the sound of the tide and the wailing of ferocious beasts, it couldn't be called a peaceful and leisurely scene, but he somehow felt at ease, perhaps because he knew that Seven Stars wouldn't make people feel at ease. The evil spirit fled in all directions, perhaps because he knew that Liang Kunwu would cut off Kunlun with the sword made of flesh and blood, or maybe it was because Bai Xuan was here.

He enjoyed this hard-won moment of peace.

In his life, he has been a nobleman of the imperial court, plucked the qin and played the strings, stepped on the jade tower and the golden pavilion, looked up at the lofty halls; It is full of beautiful rivers and mountains; it also fell into the heaven unintentionally and became an intruder, riding the wind and passing through the clouds, stopping at the twelve jade towers, and looking at the bright galaxy within reach when the sun and the moon are dim.

You want to ask Xu Lang if it's worth it?It's worth it, of course it's worth it, he's just a mortal, yet he can be ranked among the immortals because of this.

Immediately afterwards, you have to ask again, if there is an afterlife, is he willing to experience it again?He would smile and shake his head.

Eternal life is too long, but also very short, fleeting, in his life, there are too many farewell words, and too many people who are sent away, he remembers everyone's name, and also remembers everyone's shared memories with him , because of this, eternal life will be even more tormenting for him.He is different from the gods, he is a mortal who is so full of emotion that people can't avoid it. Although he can understand why the feelings of the gods are so weak, but he will never be able to do that, and he is not willing to do it. arrive.

He couldn't remember his own age clearly, nor could he remember the overturned spring and autumn in the world, only those memories were hot and clear as yesterday.

Time is like flowing water, never stopping, the past recedes backwards, and finally reveals the scene at the end, telling him that it is over.

So Xu Lang, who has heard too many farewell words, finally wants to bid farewell to this familiar world, step on the Huangquan road he has walked countless times, ask Granny Meng for a bowl of soup, and drink it all in one gulp under her shocked eyes , and then go to the next brand new journey.

When thinking of this, Xu Lang turned around and looked at Bai Xuan beside him.Now that he was getting closer, his vision became blurred instead, and he couldn't see the expression on Bai Xuan's face clearly, but he could also guess that it was probably a calm and restrained expression.

"I heard," Xu Lang's lips were not very bright, and he said slowly, "Gods can hear the sound of life passing by, right?"

He vaguely saw the white shadow patiently listened to his words, looked at him for a moment, and then nodded.

Xu Lang suddenly relaxed his tense body, shook his shoulders and laughed a few times, and asked, "What does it sound like?"

"It's like the sound of a bleak autumn wind blowing through a clump of reeds." He said, "It's violent, but it's also silent and restrained."

Xu Lang imagined the scene described by Bai Xuan, and then substituted his dilapidated body, which was quite romantic.

The wind laughs, pushes, and passes by, bringing up thousands of subtle noises, and the shadows of the branches sway, swaying with the aftertaste of the wind. After a while, the wind goes far away, and the reeds It also gradually quieted down, returning to silence.

Xu Lang asked: "Do you still remember Lin'an?"

Bai Xuan nodded first, then realized that his sight was scattered and it was difficult to focus, so he responded, "I remember."

"Shortly after you left, Prince Ji's Mansion was rebuilt." Every syllable became vague, Xu Lang spoke slowly, connecting the words into a complete sentence, "Without the owner, only the scars are left. There is only one ending for Madara's mansion."

"I had expected it a long time ago, but when this day finally came, I stood in front of that door, separated by a distance, and finally understood that when Liu Mengde answered the Layman in Xiangshan, he said, "It's like going to the countryside." What kind of state of mind is the sentence "Lan Keren"?"

When Xu Lang said this, he lowered his gaze, and saw the person reflected in the sea of ​​suffering, his temples were already gray and haggard.

"I still remember when we met for the first time, I thought you were a deadly ghost, and ran away. You threw me to the ground with ease, and was about to take off the mask, but I covered my face. I refuse to look at the face under your mask, for fear of being killed by you." Xu Lang smiled, then coughed twice, and said in a weak voice, "In retrospect, it seems that it happened yesterday. However, the world has changed, dozens of springs and autumns have passed by, and everything has long been changed."

Bai Xuan didn't answer him, but Xu Lang could feel that cold gaze was always on him.

Just like before the heaven was destroyed, he ran to Xuanpu hall to chat with Baixuan with great interest, most of the time he was talking, and Baixuan listened quietly, although Baixuan didn't speak or respond, but he kept talking. They are all listening to those words carefully.

"A little girl named 'Bu Chenrong' told me that she was not from the Bu family, and asked me why I chose her. I think she must have been thinking at that time that the family of the three great celestial masters is full of Of the fallen gods, she is the only one who is a mortal, like an outsider." Xu Lang said, "She asked me, is there anything in this world that gods can't do, but mortals can? I said, yes."

"After that, I talked to her for a long time, and she said to me again, she always felt that there were similarities between the two of us."

"I am indeed very similar to her. It is because of this that I know that she must think she is an outsider." Xu Lang pressed his stuffy chest and continued, "However, I am different from her. She chose to sacrifice sword, and I'm still doing nothing..."

"Xu Lang." Bai Xuan interrupted Xu Lang, his voice was a little cold, but with an undeniable momentum, "Before Immortal Sanqing invited you to the banquet, we had a short conversation , he asked me, 'Are you sure Xu Lang is qualified for the position of Langfeng Xianjun', and I said, 'He can'. I have always trusted you, otherwise it would be impossible to write those words on the scroll."

Xu Lang didn't expect Bai Xuan to say such a thing, he paused, and murmured to himself: "However, if I really have something special, then that would be fine, and I won't be in the past few decades. It’s all over later, and we’re here for this reunion that came too late.”

"The sun god is moody, known in the heavens, and few people dare to approach her, for fear of offending her, but you can make her never forget you, and even treat her as a friend; the moon attendant is indifferent, most of the gods in the heavens He can't even call out your name, but he puts you in his heart; Pojun Xingjun is uncertain, if you make things difficult for him in public, he will definitely repay you ten times, but in the past few decades, you have been able to be with him Get along with each other in a friendly way; Liang Kunwu speaks little and rarely has anything of interest, but he is worried about you." Bai Xuan said, "Besides that, I am afraid there are many things I don't know about. These things, apart from you, also Nobody can do it."

His expression remained unchanged, his tone was calm, and he listed them one by one, as if he was stating the facts, which made Xu Lang a little embarrassed.

"Also, for me," Bai Xuan paused, and Xu Lang could hear a faint smile in his voice, but it was a pity that his vision was covered with a thin layer of veil, so he couldn't see him clearly. The expression on his face said, "Xu Lang, it was you who let me see the world."

Xu Lang was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and said, "Lin'an is not the whole world. We also have to add the permafrost in the north of Saibei, the endless yellow sand desert in the western regions, and the whole world." The endless peaks in the land of Shangba and Shu, from east to west, from south to north, span countless beautiful rivers and mountains, and have witnessed countless customs and customs, so it can be regarded as a journey in the world."

Bai Xuan knew that he had misunderstood, but he didn't explain it, and let Xu Lang babble on and on.

He raised his eyes and looked at the milky white sky. The sound of the sword sounded gradually, and came from a distance, like the reverberation after plucking the strings.

The people beside him obviously didn't hear it, and kept talking about the wonderful scenery in a hoarse voice, trying to make Bai Xuan imagine what kind of scene it was, but he didn't know, Bai Xuan had already In those five days, he had traveled all over the mountains and rivers of the world, seen the snowstorm in Saibei, the sea made of yellow sand, the steep and rugged mountains, and the winding streams.

Therefore, Bai Xuan waited for Xu Lang to finally get tired of talking, and when he stopped to rest, he said, "Next time, you can watch it with me."

Xu Lang was silent for a while, and replied in a low voice, yes, and then asked Bai Xuan if he could rest on his shoulder for a while.

The gust of wind went too fast and too fast, the remaining aftertaste gradually dissipated, and a cluster of reeds slowly quieted down.

Bai Xuan knew that Xu Lang couldn't even sit still, so he had to look weak, he didn't need to look, he could hear the voice becoming low and imperceptible, before it completely dissipated, Bai Xuan Xuan turned sideways slightly, letting Xu Lang lean on his shoulder.

The weight was almost negligible, like a butterfly resting on his shoulder for a moment, and then ready to fly away.

"Baixuan." His shoulders trembled slightly, and he heard Xu Lang's voice slurred with blood, "In the mortal world, whenever a person is about to leave, friends will bid him farewell and wish him a bright future." , the original intention has not changed. You now... It's time to say goodbye to me. "

Bai Xuan said: "Goodbye."

Xu Lang laughed intermittently: "Should I stop talking about the extra words?"

Bai Xuan supported his sliding body, and said: "I wish you a bright future and never change your original intention."

Xu Lang asked: "Is this from Xuanpu Xianjun, or from the first demon king in the world?"

Bai Xuan replied: "From Bai Xuan."

Satisfied, Xu Lang stopped dwelling on this point, let out a long sigh between his lips and teeth, and said, "Goodbye."

Then, Bai Xuan felt that the clothes under his hands were gradually sinking, like a shriveled fruit approaching the depths of winter, Xu Lang's head slipped off his shoulders, only a slight sound was heard, snow-white like grains of sand The ashes spread all over the floor, extending from the loose clothes in Baixuan's arms to the milky white sea water, drifting unsteadily into the distance.

The beast tide in the distance is still struggling to climb up, wanting to escape from this sea of ​​suffering with no bounds and no hope.

It was rare for him to be dazed, and he felt that there seemed to be something bulging in the clothes, and the waistband had been scattered all over the place, so Bai Xuan took out the small, oval thing from under the clothes without much thought—— is the seed.Bai Xuan remembered that Xu Lang had always been fond of this kind of flower of Langfeng Cen. It doesn't need water and soil, as long as the film is peeled off and the temperature is right, it will grow wantonly.

Most of the people who come to this sea of ​​bitterness have lost all hope, how could they possibly bring these interesting gadgets in.

Only Xu Lang could do this kind of thing, Bai Xuan thought, he really always likes to carry a few seeds with him.

The sound of the sword sound chased after him even more closely, but Bai Xuan didn't care. He took the seed in his hand, peeled off the thin film, and stimulated the evil spirit. In an instant, a strange fragrance filled the nasal cavity, and the almost transparent round petals Hua got out from between his fingers, looking at the surrounding scene curiously.He kept injecting evil energy into it, and the flower called "Fusheng" kept growing, covering the ice surface, filling the field of vision, floating on the turbulent sea, spreading in all directions, until the sea of ​​bitterness was covered by flowers. fill up.

A ferocious beast smelled the fragrance of the flower, stopped its movements, and looked down at the source of the fragrance of the flower, stunned for a moment.

Bai Xuan let go of his fingers, allowing the flowers to slip from his palm and float into the distance, he sank his mind, and slowly closed his eyes.

"What is meaningful in this world is not only new life, but also destruction. Whether it is new life or death, it is magnificent."

"Most gods like to look at blooming flowers, but disdain to see its decay. However, just like the scene in front of us, it is not meaningless. Many times, only when that day comes, can we peek into a little bit from the cramped destiny meaning."

"After destruction, there is always new life."

"Like a dead tree in spring, like a wildfire extinguished, after a heavy snowfall, the scorched forest sprouts new shoots."

Chu Lang, what you said is indeed correct, Bai Xuan thought, what is magnificent and vast in this world is not only rebirth, but also destruction.

That must pay a painful price, however, it is not completely meaningless, as long as the ice and snow melt...

When the sword arrives, the resounding but not ear-piercing sound of the sword resounds through the sea of ​​bitterness, erasing all the traces that once existed wherever it passes.