Drink Cang Records

——There are a thousand kinds of sufferings in the world, which kind do you think I treat you?

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When this face that he had been greedy for many years fell to pieces in the blood, every word he heard became a dagger that cut people's hearts.

"He is Ye, you are that tree, after all, it is up to him to fall..." Cang Sang lowered his head and buried Ye Qiukuang's scattered bones one by one in the whirling snow.

The snow came too fast, and soon there was only a blood-stained god left on the silent snow field, a shadow of a lost soul.

"The snow here will never stop again."

"When I met him that year, he was also in the snow like this, pulling me and asking me to save you."

"why do not you talk?"

Cangsang suddenly remembered the scene before Ye Qiukuang's death. His time finally ran out, and he died so abruptly without any extra time. block.

It was just lost to time, which was the necessity given by Cangsang from the beginning.

God can never be wrong, but Mu Qingyang has wronged her whole life.

When did Cangsang feel that no matter how much he tortured this person, the softness in his heart would not let him change?

The hand holding the white chess piece still failed to swallow the black king, but wanted to brush the snow off Mu Qing's hair instead.

Mu Qing turned her head to avoid his hand, her eyes were as empty as a prison deep in purgatory.

With fingers frozen in the air, Cang Sang was silent for a long time, and said softly:

"you hate me."

"..."

Cangsang smiled, picked up his sword, and slowly drew it out.

"Mu Qingyang, I won't give you a chance to hate me. The life I took from you will be given back to you, to you... until time is old."

……

On the 33rd day, Xia Gu stared ferociously at the black shadow approaching him.

This is an existence that is completely opposite to Cangsang. In this short period of dozens of steps, he has condensed from a phantom to an entity.

The dark purple pupils, like a vile demon, landed on Xia Gu's body in a careless turn.

While Xia Gu hated, he also felt a strength that almost made him powerless... just like no matter how high a mountain a person climbs and how many opponents who are climbing the same climb he throws off, he will never be able to shake the mountain with his own strength.

"Supreme God..." Xia Gu said awkwardly. If he had known that he was such a god, he would never have had the idea of ​​getting involved: "How could it be, how could it come to the world of exile?"

The supreme god, there is no more fearful existence than these lower gods. Even if everything in the great world is reduced to nothing, the supreme god will never die.

"I don't like to say the second time, I'm a tyrant." He tilted his head slightly, his black hair quietly brushing, and he circled around the ancestor god's seat without interest, and continued: "The endless world...the so-called more evolution The higher the boundary, the closer the people inside are to the beast."

Xia Gu's heart flickered, and he said: "Gu... the lower gods have heard that the Supreme God will punish everything before he becomes a god, obliterate those who destroy the balance, and even destroy the entire world for this."

"People are the last item, and also the most complicated item. It is the gamble between solitary and... past solitary." Fingertips slowly slid across the skull inlaid on the god's seat, and then tightened suddenly, pulling out a piece of skull , fiddled with his palm, the tyrant's deep voice sounded a little moody.

"Lonely lost, but let off by the opponent, escaping from the shadow of a person in embarrassment, this is an irreparable humiliation."

Xia Gu shivered, he saw the tyrant crushing the skull expressionlessly, and then showed a grim expression.

"So I have to keep human beings well?" The tyrant, who perfectly copied all the dark sides of Mu Qingyang, suddenly laughed wildly: "How can you be called a tyrant if you keep faith with a race that is evil from its source?"

"You—" the word was stuck in his mouth, Xia Gu had already been choked by the tyrant and raised it, his old and decayed body was in the hands of this young Supreme God, and he was powerless to resist.

No... At least let him die on the throne of God!

The gods who have controlled the endless years since the birth of Endless Heaven were still stretching out their hands to the throne when they fell into the dust——

"You should have died a long time ago, skeleton." The tyrant said without sadness or joy. The skull throne under his feet collapsed into dust as if the last essence of the supporting body had been extracted. The fire flew away.

In the scorching light, Xia Gu finally saw the gloomy face of the tyrant.

"The judgment has begun."

……

This is the first hundred years of the second great wasteland, and it is also a century of mourning everywhere.

An obvious change is that after the tragedy of the demons outside the sky that people tried to forget, no baby with the aptitude for cultivation can be found in the entire endless world.

Mortals, mortals, mortals.

The cultivators did not expect that after ending their belief in gods, mortals also gave up their belief in monks.

The abilities of the cultivators are still strong, but they also feel their own decline... Everyone, whether it is the humblest qi cultivator or the recognized most powerful Tiangong master, has no progress in cultivation. Isn't that true? A realm based on comprehension should exist.

Just recently, the Lord of the Heavenly Palace broke into No. 30, the legendary No. [-] where the new gods descended. Three days later, he fell from the sky all the way to the earth of the human world.

"Tyrant, this is a... tyrant."

Tyrant, there is no other word besides these two words.

Not even the hypocritical words of the ancestor gods, just so plainly, plundering everyone's time.

The aging of the whole person is accelerating. Although slight differences in race will lead to differences in life expectancy, there will never be such an exaggerated existence of living one or two hundred years old.

For the first time, there was a complete fault in the cultivation system.

The entire endless world, with the Jiuque Tiangong as the midpoint, is like a huge dial, allowing the high gods to turn the time.

"The endless era of self-cultivation is over." The monks thought in panic as they felt the thinning aura between the heavens and the earth.

Just like rabbits and blades of grass, it is the relationship between the exploiter and the exploited. When the tide comes, the rabbit drowns in the water, but the blades of grass float on the water. When the flood recedes, new roots will grow on the ground. bud.

"Isn't anyone coming out to stop it?" There are still people who are not willing to end up standing up and questioning those who stand at the top.

They believe that it is the responsibility of the same race with great power to meet their expectations.

However, the strongest man who once killed the realm where the god was, disappeared amidst all the accusations.

"People will grow old eventually, and so will I. It's just that I sacrificed a little later." Even if Haoshou's Changting Shuangyan had intact legs, this ancient body would no longer be able to support him to stand up. The former No. [-] seat of Jiuque Tiangong is still as calm as ever.

It's just that with the changes in the world situation, he is not willing to be an old man who enjoys his old age.

"You should be born, at least with your reputation, you can completely suppress today's riots."

"I still have a long time and Tiandou."

Junlin Huangyu had to admit... this person who had accompanied him for countless years was dying.He was also panicked, one day he didn't have time to listen to Changting Shuangyan's last words, and he was separated from man.

As usual, the two fell into a long silence.

"...Maybe there is still a way to save everyone." When Yue Qinglong found them in a hurry, the first words she brought seemed to ignite the hope of Junlin Huangyu.

"What kind of effect, find what kind of cause."

Of course Junlin Huangyu knew who Yue Qinglong was referring to, but he couldn't agree with her suggestion: "That person is already crazy."

"You don't understand him. As long as he doesn't die, he is still our hope." Compared with the restlessness in her youth, Yue Qinglong finally learned to endure. Her gaze was firm: "My method is enough to wake him up!"

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On the banks of the Jichuan River, the pear blossoms in the mountains are in full bloom like snow. The Yincang Tower is really old. It used to exist in a past time, and the only owner here has been here for a whole hundred years. , persistently repairing every detail.

Then he stood in front of the door and lit a flickering lamp, but he didn't inscribe the words in memory for Yincang Tower.

...It should be they, joking with each other, wrote it together.

He Ling'er never expected to see Mu Qingyang again in such a situation after a long time.

His head was as white as snow.

After hearing the news of Ye Qiukuang's death, He Ling'er cried for a long time, thinking that there would never be such a young man in her life who would risk his life to fold flowers for her.

And this young man, who is smart but not well-versed in the world, looks the same as before, but... anyone can feel his oldness.

The elder brother took his life for the person he was attached to, and the person he was attached to didn't give him any chance, so he gave him his life back without even saying a gentle farewell.

Who should he take revenge on?How can I save it?

"mother--"

Hearing the voice of the youngest son beside her, He Ling'er lowered her brows, and led a youngest son who had nothing in common with her to behind Mu Qingyang.

"Because I had to hide it from my father, I had a hard time getting pregnant." He Ling'er smiled apologetically, and said softly, "It's time to come out."

The wind came from nowhere, wrapped in pear blossoms, and rolled over the pale hair of the standing person.

He Ling'er hesitated for a moment, then continued: "I won't say anything to make you think about the endless world, I think, you should think about your brother's child for a moment."

Mu Qingyang's figure moved slightly.

He Ling'er lowered her head, and said softly to the youngest son she was holding: "Juan'er, come and meet your uncle."

The youngest son saluted respectfully, and called out crisply: "My son has seen my uncle."

"You go, this child...you can stay."

He Ling'er stroked Juan'er's head affectionately, comforted her softly, turned around and left without further words.

The young naive looked at the white-haired man with some fear. After a long silence, he mustered up his courage and called uncle again.

An old brass key fell into his palm.

"No matter what your name was before, from now on, you will only have one name called Ye Juan."

"Yincang Tower is yours. If in the future, remember, if a young man with white hair comes, you will sell this old house to him, and you will sell... a pot of pear blossoms."

Mu Qing shook his head, his eyes were blank, and he muttered to himself: "He still owes me a glass of wine."

The author has something to say: near the end, not much to say.

The child that Yue Qinglong asked He Ling'er to send out was picked... She knew that Mu Qingyang had blurred the concept of time, and it didn't matter if it was Ye Qiukuang's child or not, he just needed a reason to support him out of memory.