Drink Cang Records

This year's spring rain fell very quickly.

Gradually, after the second century, all the monks who witnessed the end of the era of self-cultivation also disappeared one by one.

Their hope, Junlin Huangyu returned to the human world exhausted after meeting the tyrant for the second time.

Without any meaningful words, he only explained his descendants, saying that they are the last generation.

The low-level monks naturally died of old age on this land due to insufficient lifespan, and the high-level monks were also in danger.

They are monks, but no matter how advanced they are, they will eventually die.

Every year, they have to watch a certain kind of life-span dying. This phenomenon seems to have spread to the entire world of exile. The gods of the sky prayed, but they were ruthlessly run over by the years.

Everyone realizes that the boundary between man and god has once again become a natural barrier.

"It's time for us to become legends...Legends are people who only exist in ancient rumors."

"I think of my parents who farmed day and night thousands of years ago. They stood in front of the house and saw me off..."

"Later, I became a monk, refining Qi and building foundations all the way, defeating all those who challenged my status, and snatching their spirit stones and magic weapons. When I returned home, the drafty thatched hut I used to live in Already the weeds are green."

"An ancient old man in the village said that when my parents left, they were still waiting for me to come back at the door."

"We used to be human too, but we just returned to our original appearance."

The conquest of fundamental interests among monks has become a thing of the past, and everyone is trapped in the pain of no progress in cultivation.

The most joyful ones are probably those who once followed Ye Qiukuang, or the Houqiong Army who was born in a ghost prison.

What they have is energy and fighting with the bored monks of Tiangong, and they are completely happy in the moment. They wander freely in this wild and magnificent mountain and river, and occasionally participate in the fighting between dynasties established in the mortal world. The joys and sorrows of birthdays in the world.

"All cultivators in Endless Heaven and Desolation Territory, go back to hermitage." It was Ru Zun's humble disciple who stood up to speak.

Those who followed him silently were the remaining monks of the Jiuque Heavenly Palace. They opened up an extraterrestrial realm in the broken sky, there.Although among them, the phenomenon of continuous death due to the depletion of longevity has not stopped, and time has quietly taken away countless lives.

People who used to struggle with their fate have also left the road of struggle one by one.

Xiao Yi left with his wife who could no longer fight scheming.

Lu Cifeng left, shouldering the responsibilities he should have taken over.

But there are still people struggling-

"Mu Qingyang will eventually come out to face the tyrant." Yue Qinglong, this woman who is loved by many people but has never bowed her head to enjoy love, is still looking forward to the peace she wants.

Maybe there was no ending she wanted at all, and there was an insatiable beast in her heart.

The Endless World will not be changed by the prayer of a beast, and neither will the gods.

What she was expecting, the people in the Yincang Tower behind Jichuan Lilin, never came out again.

Legend has it that he recorded his life there.

……

"I don't like this boring ending."

The proud tyrant has a face like a mulberry, but is as frivolous as a devil.He came too late, and his opponent left too early, leaving only a boring chessboard for him to fish.

Limit people's time, completely cut off the boundary between people and gods, and let them get a delicate balance in fighting each other within the same level.

Once the white chess in the hands of the tyrant is released, it will fall.

A pale hand caught the White King, and amidst the tyrant's widening smile, he turned around and sat on the opposite side of the chessboard.

In an instant, it was like a mirror image of black and white.

"Gu remember, you and Gu can't appear at the same time, right?"

"I am the past and you are the future. The only relationship is life and death." The white king quickly twirled between his fingers, and was placed on the chessboard where the king should be by the young man in white clothes... dark.

"But... tyrant, have you forgotten that the past and the future are just two extremes, and every moment on this line is the 'now' where you and I meet each other, and you are defeated."

The tyrant raised his chin slightly, and said: "So what? If you choose to keep that humble heart, you are doomed to lose to Gu. The Gu in the future has witnessed too much destruction. Try again, and the result will be the same."

"I didn't choose to keep my heart. I am a god. I am an unchangeable god from the first time I opened my eyes to see everything. I understand your harshness on humans. They are a very adaptable race, and Not without redeeming qualities in filth."

"It's a joke, filth is filth, and everything contaminated with filth should be punished with the same crime. The existence of loneliness is the result of your inability to control Mu Qingyang's heart, and you should admit your death."

The white king moved lightly, and the black chess pieces approaching the throne were shattered in an instant. Cang Sang said calmly, "Death is not something that can be controlled by my will. You who say such words, dare to kill me with your own hands?"

The tyrant choked up, propped his chin up and let out a soft snort: "Don't dare, you are the source, without you, the solitary will stop flowing."

"There are inexhaustible tributaries only when there is a source,"

"But all rivers flowing eastward will eventually return to the sea, and all the tributaries will point to destruction... and Gu is extremely powerful because of this."

Cang Sang still said calmly: "If I freeze the source, even if the sea is vast, do you dare to bet on the time when the sea is dry?"

Dare to bet?

The tyrant is the other side of Cangsang, he knows all the weaknesses of Cangsang, only this unsolvable point, he must be restrained.

Time is the most ruthless thing.

The tyrant's deep pupils reflected the interlaced black and white. The white king was such an eye-catching lone army, but he couldn't move it, and he sneered only after a long time.

"Gu is a shadow born from the source of evil you chose. Your thought at the time was that without Mu Qingyang, there would be no shadow. There is no chance of revenge left, how can he contend with Gu in such a state like a living dead?"

"Fate is always full of countless variables, but it just happened to be his misfortune to meet me."

The tyrant closed his eyes and said lazily: "A chance can't change the rules. I don't believe that a mortal can shake Gu's position."

"He can't shake you, but his life can." Fingers staggered on his knees, Cang Sang's eyes reflected the tyrant's slightly surprised look: "The so-called sea is a vast ocean that can only be formed by the convergence of countless branches. How about one? Can you guarantee that this branching trickle can support a vast ocean?"

The tyrant narrowed his eyes and said, "...you must be crazy."

"As I said, even if a tree has thousands of branches, if it doesn't bear the fruit I want, I would rather burn the whole tree. Everything recorded in Ling Cang Zhuan should be changed, and I am no longer a god. The history under his control is just the history that grows naturally with him as a bystander... Even the supreme god of time in the future should obey the path set by the 'past'."

"Well, if you stick to the weakening of strength, Gu will be inferior." The tyrant pretended to fall asleep like a cat with a lack of interest, closed his eyes and said, "What I want to imply most is to let Mu Qingyang influence me." Your approach failed to achieve results, but you still managed to blackmail Gu, and when he writes his life's hatred into Ling Cang Zhuan, Gu should return, do you still want to wander in this exile world? Winner."

"Maybe wait for Mu Qingyang's answer, although I will make him gradually forget my existence."

"You don't want to see him?"

"It's because he won't want to see me anymore." Cang Sang said, breaking the black king chess piece.

The endless people seem to feel that the dusk of this day is no longer so unbearably long, and soon the night falls, and the moon is in the sky.

"The tyrant has disappeared." Junlin Huangyu murmured, and shook his head after a while: "It's not that it disappeared, but... scattered and merged into the years."

"God's punishment is still there, and the end of the monk's law is not over."

"You can walk slowly, let me pack it up for you, and then catch up."

"……Why bother."

……

[...This is my life, time has forgotten me, and I have also forgotten time, I only remember that pear blossoms have bloomed season after season, and I still haven't waited for the person I want to see. 】

【He is right, time will always make me understand that growing up is a process of constant loss.I lost my loved ones, lost my faith, and also lost... the vicissitudes of life in my memory. 】

【If he reappears and smiles at me so badly and mockingly, I don't know if I can still remember him. 】

[I can't remember his face, I only remember that he was as helpless and carefree as me. 】

[This is a life I never thought of in the first half of my life... I don't feel any love or hate in my heart anymore, only a dead wasteland remains. 】

[And it was only today that I admitted... that I really fell in love with a god. 】

【…I have sacrificed my life to this hopeless love. 】

The pen stopped writing, and the pear blossoms fell on the ink on the last page. When the pages were lightly closed, it was forever buried in the ending.

"Uncle, have you finished your story?"

"Ah."

"So, what's the name of this story?"

Mu Qing lowered her head, and her eyes reflected the title of the book that seemed to be urgently to be filled in... It was no longer a time to listen to the vicissitudes of life, but a mundane thing that was silently allowed to be smeared by a mortal.

At the end of the story, gods are still gods, and humans are still humans, and each has returned to its original form, making this sad vicissitudes easy to change, and every moment is like drinking bitter wine.

"Just call, Yincanglu."

Then Ye Juan looked at his strange uncle sitting quietly under the pear tree in the courtyard, his eyes were full of exhaustion that could not fade away.

There was a grave without a monument under that tree, and Ye Juan asked who was buried there.

Uncle said he was old and couldn't remember.

But he was clearly still young, as if he had been forgotten by time. Later, Ye Juan found out after reading Yincang Lu that time had left his remnant body, but only taken away his soul.

Another year passed, and there were no more visitors to Yincang Tower.

Until the end of the next year's Grain Rain, Ye Juan watched Yincanglu again in front of the door, and the ending was almost reversed, and the continuous spring rain began to fall little by little.

A shadow fell all around, Ye Juan raised his head, and looked at a swordsman who appeared with an umbrella in a daze.

It was a swordsman with two swords on his shoulders, his brows and eyes were as gentle and long as the world of mortals, he put the umbrella in Ye Juan's hand, and walked into the Yincang Tower.

The swordsman stared fixedly at the person under the pear tree.

"Have you ever seen a man named Cangsang?" The swordsman saw that he didn't answer, thought for a while, and then said: "Or, a god?"

"……I do not remember."

He was too tired to write any more.

——End of the full text.

The author has something to say: the last words (there are Easter eggs! There are Easter eggs! Easter eggs! Eggs!):

A sense of spontaneous 24k alloy faucet and slime tail.

2015.03.24~2015.05.21, "Yin Cang Lu", the second and second work, was completely finished. In just over two months, the state was intermittent, and the perfect rhythm I wanted was not written. It is still a small work , Most of the clues I want to express are in the book.

The era of endless cultivation is a state in which human beings have evolved to a higher level. I said in the article that the human beings in this state are closer to gods in physical fitness, and their fertility is closer to zero; there is no immortal life in the world. The ability to reproduce is extinct. It is foreseeable that when everyone cultivates, it will eventually be the extinction of all human beings. The tyrant is showing all this in advance, limiting the ability of human beings to a mortal stage, and the system of cultivators is broken.' The "rule of God" fades away, and the "rule of man" of real mortals begins, and practitioners become a ladder to resist the "rule of God" and realize the "rule of man".

Well, Aunt Wenfeng who has been so serious for two months is really holding back!stupid!up! ! !good!think!Aunt!of!vomit!groove!wind! ! !

Easter egg "The common people slowly raised the feather duster"——

On that day, Cang Sang finally remembered the fear of her father coming to her.

Cang Sheng slowly raised the feather duster: Come here, son, I promise not to kill you.

Cangsang, who came out of the form, thought for a while and decided to argue: Violence cannot solve practical problems. The development of human beings depends on productivity. Effective elimination of excess productivity will help human beings achieve sustainable development. I think what I do is completely acceptable. As a moral model, you have to see the future development trend of mankind——

Cang Sheng has already slapped it in a circle: Ah, it makes sense!Playing with other people's feelings? !It's all messed up!Destiny destroys all mankind? !Who did you learn your secondary illness from?How come I don't know when you changed your surname to Yin Yin? !If you are in a difficult situation, Lao Su will lead someone to dig your wall every minute, destroy your friends, and drag you to come to me to ask education questions after playing with you!Then I will receive the education of five lectures, four beauties and three loves with my son!I have graduated for so many years, where should I put my face? !go home!And a beating from your father!

Cangsang thought about the father who couldn't communicate in IQ and the other father who couldn't communicate in EQ, and lay down peacefully in reincarnation.

—Don't even talk to me, I don't want to die anymore.

Mu Qingyang: ... Tired but not in love.

Mr. Abandoned sent a congratulatory message—the grandson did a great job and deserves praise. Human beings should get rid of the filthy parts.

Daoist Xuanzong sent a congratulatory message—good fight, what about the next suzerain of our family?

The spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Misery sent a congratulatory message-this child has the demeanor of a devil emperor, let him go out from time to time on behalf of the cross-border friendly wall-climbing association of Misery to exchange feelings in various realms.