Waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for your return

Changyang Mountain is located in a demon realm, eroded by evil spirits, so no grass grows, black stones and gravel are everywhere, and it is cold in all seasons. Even in the scorching heat of August, it is still gray and hazy, and the cold wind is howling.

Ying Long Di Jiang stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, the howling cold wind swept past, his robe remained untouched, he was just a remnant soul trapped in the Scarlet Spirit Sword, but in a few days, he knew that spring The first flower will bloom in the world.

I still remember that back then, he and Mu Xuan were like two wild cranes in the clouds, facing the wind for thousands of miles, and the peach forests were splendid for thousands of miles. The two of them were lying under the peach blossom tree. The golden sunlight shone on the face of the young man at that time, counting the fallen peach petals , smiled and agreed to eat peaches again in autumn.

After leaving the endless seabed of Sihaizhou, he cherished such a free and unrestrained time, but he turned his head and returned to the land of size. Di Jiang smiled helplessly. Self-imprisonment may be the fate that dragons cannot escape. .

A white light flashed across the sky, and he knew it was Mu Xuan.Even if the scorching evil energy of the Demon Realm tortured his immortal body more and more, he would still come, and as time passed, he understood his intentions and was too lazy to persuade him.One mind and one soul often sit opposite each other on the top of Changyang Mountain, reminiscing about the past and recalling the old days.

"Mu Xuan, Chuchen is the only person left by your side from the old days."

"Yes, thanks to her assistance in dealing with many matters in the heavens, I can also spare time to chat with you."

Without Dijiang's days in the heavens, Mu Xuan was even more lonely. The coldness high above, the incomparable dignity of the co-lord of the six realms brought about the solitude frozen on top of the mountain.Far behind, only Chuchen's unwavering company can be seen, and Mu Xuan feels that he is still alive, not a statue being enshrined.

The cold wind lifted Mu Xuan's white sleeve shirt, which was crescent white, with a touch of blue, and the pattern of water clouds and waves showed Mu Xuan's gentle temperament, like water and clouds.Di Jiang's eyes stayed on Mu Xuan's handsome face: "Mu Xuan, have you ever been in love?"

Mu Xuan froze for a moment, and an imperceptible worry appeared between his brows: "You know, when I was still young, I had a marriage contract with the former flower god, but now, I have been blurred for a long time. gone."

Back then, in order to gain various influences, he had indeed used the marriage contract with the flower god, and he felt apologetic towards the flower god, so even if the flower god later abandoned the engagement and escaped with Dongyang with Fumengqin, he was not annoyed at all. This result, perhaps the best, is a complete liberation for all three.

"Muxuan, Chuchen..." If Muxuan can accept Chuchen, it might be a good story, and he can leave with peace of mind.

"Dijiang..." Before Dijiang finished speaking, Mu Xuan interrupted Dijiang: "I know what you want to say, I value the childhood friendship between me and Chuchen, and now we get along very well. Well, I don't want to change."

Turning the subject, I looked directly at Dijiang: "I'm curious about you, Dijiang? I've known you for thousands of years, and it seems that no woman can catch your eye. You tell me what kind of woman you like, and I am God Enter the ground, and I will find it for you."

Di Jiang thought about it seriously, but his expression was blank: "In my previous life, I was probably a monk with pure six senses. In the past thousands of years, I have never known the feeling of heartbeat. Is my life less fun?"

"Passionate love has been empty since ancient times, and the love between men and women in this world is just like a dream, like dew or electricity. What's the fun? Besides, there are more rare friendships in this world besides the love between men and women, such as the friendship between you and me when we were young." Mu Mu Xuan's eyes fell on Di Jiang's face, with a lingering lingering feeling that he didn't even know.

"Here." Mu Xuan stretched out his hand and conjured something up, a pale white scale spread out in the palm of his hand.

Di Jiang twirled his fingers slightly, and the scales floated in front of his eyes: "The armor of the ancient mythical beast Crying Snake?"

Mu Xuan said "hmm": "I don't know what else I can do for you. A few days ago, I passed by Xianshan, and I took its scales to make this scale armor. The right is for you Let’s make it a token.” It’s said that the dragon’s reverse scale will kill you if you touch it, what kind of pain should that be.

Di Jiang stroked his heart, and now there is no perception here.

On the face is a smile like the warm sun in spring: "It's rare that Mu Xuan thinks of giving me a gift, I have to keep it safe."

The moonlight and flowing water flow on the white jade floor tiles, like smoke and dust.Mu Xuan sat quietly under the bodhi tree, the tea in his hand was completely cold, it turned out that many years had passed.

Mu Xuan put down his teacup, lifted his long sleeves, and the black color of five turbid evil spirits loomed in the veins of his arms.Dijiang's remnant soul was trapped in the Infernal Hell of the Demon Realm, and the remaining wisp of primordial spirit was eroded by the increasingly fierce evil spirit of the Demon Realm, and became weaker and weaker. Mu Xuan knew that one day, this meager wisp of primordial spirit would also dissipate in this world between.He browsed countless collections, trying to find the law of reincarnation for Di Jiang, but found nothing.

Only by reducing the accumulation of the five turbid evil spirits in the demon realm, can the evil spirit's engulfment of Dijiang be delayed and his dissipation be delayed.Since 5000 years ago, when he decided to sacrifice himself to the world, he knew the end of his destiny.But he never regretted such a choice.Although the two never talked about the result, Di Jiang must have known about it.

"Mu Xuan, promise me, don't come to Changyang Mountain again, and I won't show up again when you come next time."

Mu Xuan, you haven't seen the world of Demon Realm, it is darker and crazier than the endless seabed of Sihaizhou.Di Jiang didn't understand why there was a hell in the six realms that was more terrifying than the prison in the endless seabed.The five turbid evil spirits between the sky and the earth are gathering more and more, and the voices of ghosts and wolves are everywhere in the Demon Realm. The ugliness and sufferings of the past are all locked in the Demon Realm. I feel like I'm going to be crazy sooner or later.

The increasingly scorching evil spirit eroded, even though he was a demon body, he was still gradually unable to resist, so his remnant soul became thinner and thinner, and he knew that he would always disappear between heaven and earth.Looking at Mu Xuan's increasingly pale and thin cheeks, with the neckline tightly covering his neck, he vaguely sensed what he was doing.

"Di Jiang, are you saying goodbye to me?"

"I have long been used to the years of loneliness. This is the fate of the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas Continent."

Mu Xuan remained silent, for the long years in the endless seabed of Sihaizhou, the lineage of the dragon clan is enough to enjoy the incense forever.Therefore, he has never been stingy with rewarding the merits of the gods every hundred years, and he has never been stingy with the lineage of the dragon clan. Not only because of Dijiang, it is really worth it.

After a long silence, Mu Xuanfang said: "I will always be with you, just like these thousands of years."

"Thousands of years, the evil spirits in the heaven and the earth have been growing, and the five turbid evil spirits gathered in the demon realm have become more and more fierce. You and I know the final outcome, so why force it. You are the master of the heavens, and you have more important responsibilities to bear. "

"There is always a solution to the mysteries of the world."

Seeing his stubbornness, Di Jiang sighed: "There is always a banquet in the world. Many people in this world go together, but return differently. You and I have walked hand in hand for so many years, it is time to say goodbye to you. What's more , I don't want you to watch me disappear in front of you."

Mu Xuan suddenly stopped talking, curled his hands, his nails sank deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Mu Xuan, my best friend, let's leave this farewell and cherish yourself." Di Jiang's smile is always as pure and bright as that of a child, even though the world is full of mortals, his smile still turns into spring warmth.

"Dijiang——" Mu Xuan instinctively stretched out his hand to grab it, and tried his best to keep it, but just like the countless times before, there was nothing in his hand, only the cold wind passing through his fingers.Once again—

It's cold, from head to toe.

Since then, Dijiang has never appeared again.

More than 300 years ago, there was a change in Changyang Mountain. Mu Xuan and Jiuzhou Beichen went to investigate, only to find that the Chiling Sword had disappeared with the disappearance of a ray of Yinglong Dijiang's remnant soul. Like a hurricane dragon, it is raging in the Demon Realm, trying to break through the seal.

"Dijiang, Dijiang..." Mu Xuan yelled hoarsely, but the only response was the evil spirit of the Demon Realm.

Ming Snake Armor lay quietly on the place where he and Di Jiang often sat and cooked tea. Mu Xuan picked up the pale white scale, which was a token he gave to Di Jiang. Although he knew the ending, he always hoped Can it be a little later, a little later, a little later, isn't it already nearly ten thousand years, he knows he can't be greedy, but how can he not be greedy, that is his only true friend.

Changyang Mountain is where the gate of the Demon Realm is located, and the evil spirit is hot, but Mu Xuan insists on refusing to leave. He has already been devoured by the evil spirit of the five turbidities, and he is so distressed that he vomits blood.

Beichen stopped persuading him, took advantage of Mu Xuan's unstable mood, knocked him out, and carried him back to Haotian Palace.However, after returning, Mu Xuan fell into a deep sleep again. This time, he fell into a deep sleep for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, it was already the past 300 years.

In the past few days, he has searched all over the Six Realms, he even went to Huangquan Minghe, but he still couldn't find any breath of Dijiang.Mu Xuan didn't dare to face the result, but he knew that Di Jiang's last remnant soul was also dead.