The Book on the Pillow: The Sea and Moonlight

The history of the fairy world records: the east of the East China Sea, the end of the sky, the blessed land of the fairyland, the blue sea and the spirit.Emperor Donghua, inheriting the law and way of heaven, transforming the world in response to the sound, unifying the heaven and earth, with great divine power and great virtue.

Although the ancient history of the fairy world is often criticized by those who know it, Donghua, as the person involved, is not even interested in reading it, but there is a saying that is not wrong. Qionghuayushu, not to mention the rare birds and animals, the fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds, but the vast spiritual spring that never dries up for thousands of years is already a wonder.

Donghua is not sure whether he was born in Lingquan, but he only knows that he has always had it by his side since he was conscious. When he fell asleep listening to the sound of gurgling water, when he was struggling to survive in the flood, when he was licking his wounds alone under the starry sky, he was with the little boy. When Bai Nong was fondly thinking about the future... not to mention that after the battle of the Starlight Barrier, he gave his all to protect his soul and help him return from the chaos god thunder.

People in the world often describe his miraculous ability to transform into heaven and earth without father and mother, but in his heart, the Lingquan that has accompanied him for hundreds of thousands of years is indeed more in line with the image of his mother.Although it is silent, it guards silently and gives arms when it is critical.They have a certain feeling, as if they coexist and coexist, as long as one of them survives, there will always be hope.

But now, the spiritual spring that he thought would never dry up is gone, and the vast waters that were originally covered by the spring revealed a barren and scorched land, with deep lines of dry cracks engraved on it, and he could not feel the slightest spiritual power fluctuations.

And the majestic stone palace located in the center of Lingquan has no appearance at all, except for a few pieces of slightly larger gravel, most of them have been turned into gravel in the baptism of wind and sand for many years. The remaining ruins are even more tragic and thorough.

Perhaps it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a relic. Those who have seen the past of Fudi Dongtian cannot guarantee that there will not be a flash of such a thought: Bihai Cangling is dead.

If the master is there, he should not be allowed to be abandoned here, and everything here just means that the master has either not returned for a long time, or it is difficult to return.

But when such speculation was put on Donghua himself, he was really contradictory.

For one thing, with his temperament, it is impossible not to put in several times of effort if he has the opportunity to return, but what needs a length of 10 years?unless……

Second, not to mention when there was a connection between the seabed of the past and the spirit of the blue sea, the conclusion that the breath of chaos came from outside the sky was his conclusion after careful consideration, and it was no different from the thoughts of people in this world. What is the explanation for the chaotic breath of the blue sea cangling?

He seemed to know something, and seemed to be trapped in a deeper mystery.

The surrounding haze has not dissipated. Donghua opened his mind and looked up. Through the tide-like turbulent atmosphere of chaos, he went up and up, almost touching the dome, covered with a thick barrier .The enchantment extends in all directions, holding a huge blue sea spirit in it, the technique is exactly the same as that of the one who died at the bottom of the sea, and it should be from the same person.

He scanned his consciousness carefully and found no damage yet.Previously, no one had mentioned the situation of Bihai Cangling. Presumably, it was because this barrier blocked the entry of outsiders and prevented the breath of chaos from escaping, so even he himself, when he first came to this world, only After a little browsing, I know that this place is no longer the old scene, but I never thought that the inside has reached such a point.

It was rare for Donghua to hesitate. Should he dispel the breath of chaos first, or should he save two points of strength and continue to investigate?If it was the former, I am afraid that the previously estimated progress would be greatly advanced. He wondered if he would have enough spare energy to deal with the unfinished business; If the damage continues, who knows how long this fragile balance can last?

He feels that these things seem to be particularly predestined to him, whether it is the three poisonous turbid breaths or the breath of chaos, they don't know when they originate continuously, and they don't know why they are connected with him.In order to deal with the three poisons and turbid breath, there is such a fragile and cumbersome magic weapon as the Miaoyi Huiming Mirror. Fortunately, I finally figured out a way to get rid of it, and use the six realms to transform the turbid breath.But things are like this, there is no such thing as once and for all, there has always been a wave of unrest and a wave of resurgence.The three poisons and turbid breath are gone, and the breath of chaos is here. According to Feng Jiu and the others, the entanglement with the breath of chaos has been going on for 20 years. It is inevitable to end this evil today, but where is the opportunity?And what is the relationship between this opportunity and Donghua who disappeared here?

Not to mention that he doesn't have divination, counting others but not himself, once it involves himself, the divinations are always confusing and chaotic, strange and sudden, making it difficult for him to understand.

After thinking about it for a while, Donghua suddenly laughed: I am in a phase, so why bother?He has always followed his heart, and his calculations may not always go his way, so it is better to leave it to his intuition than to be entangled.

His instinct was the lesser of two evils.To act in a hurry, compared with the known self-injury and the unknowable future, the breath of chaos that is about to overflow is obviously more critical.And since that person has kept this place tightly covered, and he has never heard of it being told to anyone, there must be some reason, so he might as well start from here.

When the idea is made up, there will be rules for action.While Donghua cast a spell to drive away the breath of chaos, he repaired the enchantment at the entrance of the deep cave on the bottom of the sea.Considering the consequences of the depletion of his cultivation base, he had to uphold his usual quickness, precision and ruthlessness, and he had to carefully appreciate the feedback from all parts of his body and mind after each spiritual power operation, so as not to really push himself into a corner.

More scruples, less joy, this is not a pleasant process.But he obviously didn't expect that the breath of chaos here is a little different from other places.

At this time, the breath of chaos all over the place seems to have regarded the Bihai Cangling as a paradise, calling for friends, coming and going at will, sometimes gathering into groups, sometimes scattered into flocks, as if they were whispering and discussing others in their way Incomprehensible information.

However, every time Donghua's robe corners were brushed, they seemed to be curious urchins, tugging playfully, teasing with some kindness, and then scattered away when he acted.

They don't seem to be afraid of the silver light shining in Donghua's palm, or something overwhelms their fear, so that even if their companions have fallen into it and disappeared, they still surround him from all directions like moths flying to the flame, wrapping him in In the middle, it keeps spinning and winding.

Most of the light was blocked, and only a silver glow remained around Donghua.He closed his eyes slightly, not looking at the group of barriers that were always going on and on - they were crowded and noisy like a market, which made him feel very noisy.Closing his eyes and concentrating on calming down, he was like a sculpture isolated from the disturbance of the outside world, and quickly fell into a samadhi.

I don't know how long it took, the originally whistling wind gradually muffled its breath in this barrier, and turned into a low whimper, rubbing against the eardrums from time to time, reminding it of its peculiarity.

During the long period of performing spells, Donghua felt the rapid loss of immortal power, and his unrecovered cultivation base was slowly weakened a lot, only about [-]% to [-]% remained.

The collision between the spell in the palm and the breath of chaos continued, and the surging silver light burned holes in circles in the dim background, tearing out the gap in the siege of oppression.

Maintaining the same posture all the time made half of his body slightly stiff, and he was still a little cold under the exhaustion of his mind. A trace of sleepiness slowly climbed up, and for a moment he almost sank into a tired trance.

At this moment, Donghua heard a soft sigh.

Sighing without any words, the long and empty breath carried infinite melancholy, vaguely conveying the message from the distant time and space, a thin feather that seems to be floating down, but it can not be ignored, which makes people's heart tighten.

With a sigh, he thought of many things that he had encountered in the past 36 years, the happy, kind, sweet, and cherished memories, all the memories that were flying in the blue sky with warm colors, and the pairs of memories that shone into the lake of his heart. Eyes, adoring, shy, passionate, nostalgic...

He was filled with great happiness, and felt that there was nothing to rely on other than happiness.

Sure enough, when I looked back, those scenes that I once thought were extremely profound suddenly burst like bubbles in the sun one by one. The charming colorful colors just a moment ago turned into obscure fragments in a short while.

The soundless shattering sounded to his ears like "a silver bottle is broken and water squirts out", awakening a pool of tranquility.Like a helpless child, he watched all this in shock, and clumsily stretched out his hand to grab the pieces, hoping to restore them to their original state, but it was all in vain.

His heart shrank suddenly, the air was squeezed, and he was surrounded by a severe suffocation. He knew it was an illusion, but he was still involved in hopelessness, and his eyes turned black.

A voice pierced through the boundless darkness and sounded weakly: "Fifteen nights... moonlight... moonlight shining on the green hills..."

Qingyue's voice was almost a whisper, as if a mother was coaxing a drowsy child, her warm palm was caressing her forehead, and the familiar fragrance lingered in her nose.

"...Would you like to listen, Donghua? I'm only singing for you alone..." There was intimacy flowing in the whisper, her lips almost touched his ear, "...the green vines bloomed with blue flowers, pick the flowers Blue and white dowry... Ah no, it's better to make honey, pick a blue flower and make honey... I'll make it for you, lots and lots of honey!"

For some reason, he didn't feel charming, but his mood became heavier amidst the intermittent whispers. His overwhelmed heart struggled to escape the restraint, but was easily beaten back to its original shape by the invisible hand.He hugged the soft body back and couldn't help tightening his arms.

"If you eat my honey, you will be mine... You want, okay... But don't forget that I... love you, I love you the most..." She was still talking, but her voice gradually faded away. Lowered, the ending sound was blurred into the misty background, and the slender fingertips slid across his cheeks and fell on his arms.

"No! No——" After a moment of silence, a mournful roar sounded from the depths of the soul, piercing through the universe in an instant. The stars turned upside down, and the whole world trembled and was about to fall apart.

He raised his head unconsciously, his eyes stared blankly at the sky, and two lines of blood and tears slowly fell down...

Feng Jiu has been wandering around the study room since early in the morning, sweeping the room, whisking the dust, disliking the incense on the desk, saying that the auspicious beast on the shelf is inappropriate, and finally being slapped with a sentence The intention was exposed: "If mother wants to wait for father, just go in and wait!"

Feng Jiu glanced at her son in dissatisfaction, but she couldn't say anything to refute.She herself knew that these reasons were untenable, why did the Empress need to do the chores of Taichen Palace for hundreds of thousands of years by herself?It's just that people don't tell the truth.

Now that she has said it out, she has nothing to worry about, she simply sat down behind Donghua Changxi's desk as if nothing had happened, thinking, as long as she is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.As everyone knows, the appearance of her and Donghua respecting each other as guests is the weirdest thing in everyone's eyes.

She waited from morning to noon, and then from noon to sunset. After changing the tea for five or six rounds, she still hadn't come to Donghua.

Because Feng Jiu likes it, the 10 days of skylight follow the old routine of hundreds of thousands of years, with the mortal sun rising and moon setting, and the cycle of day and night.

At this moment, the moon was hanging high, and the surrounding light was dimmed, but she didn't allow the lamp to be held, and she also sent away the idlers, so that no one was allowed to disturb her.

She rested her chin on the desk, looked at the screen at the door, got angry in her heart, and secretly fought: She wanted to see when this man who went out without saying a word was planning to come back!

The room was silent, and Feng Jiu was a little bored. With some moonlight, she touched a small object on the table, which was a small wooden fox.A few days ago, Donghua made it to amuse An An, the little guy was so precious, and somehow he fell into the study today.

With a round fox body and a plump fox tail, the fox's head is slightly raised, as if stretching.

She remembered that a long time ago, she was a little red fox in Taichen Palace, and she liked to nest by the pool in the warm sun.It is especially easy to fall asleep after a full stomach. Once upon a time, her tired appearance of yawning and stretching fell into the eyes of the pretending person opposite, so she saw vivid wooden foxes on his desk. .

The familiar touch evokes Feng Jiu's distant memory, although it is far away, it is still in front of her eyes. She lightly rubbed her fingertips, and a softness appeared in her heart, diluting a little bit the resentment just now.

The wooden door moved, and footsteps came.

Feng Jiu Yilin put away her memories, quickly adjusted her expression, sat upright, and put on a dignified appearance, without oil or salt.

The visitor took two steps, but for some reason stopped at the screen and stopped moving forward.

Feng Jiu's eyes are very good. She caught a glimpse of the man's robe exposed outside the screen and was blown up and down by the wind. She thought that he had discovered her hiding place, but she didn't want to hide it. She raised her hand and cast a spell to light up the room. He cleared his throat and raised his head and said, "Finally you are willing to come back! How long are you going to hide from me?"

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the man did not speak.

She quietly turned her eyes to look, because she couldn't see the whole picture due to the position of the desk, she was even more puzzled.I wanted to put on airs and ask questions, but I didn't expect the other party to respond at all. This is rare in the past between the two of them, so it's embarrassing.

During the continuation of the silence, she felt that she could not let go of the aura she had finally built up, but at the same time she was really curious about what that man was doing, and in the end she finally let the latter gain the upper hand.Feng Jiu secretly scolded herself for not being up to date, but she still got up rustlingly and went over to see what happened.

The person beside the screen is Donghua.However, this Donghua made Fengjiu feel very strange.

He was dressed in purple as before, and his hair was a little disheveled, but it was not ridiculous, but it seemed that he had been drained of energy in a day, and his usual tall and straight figure was a little sluggish.Her face, which was as clean as jade, was bluish-white, her eyes were bloodshot, her eyes were a little scattered, and there was fine sweat on her forehead.

Feng Jiu couldn't help being startled when she saw it. What could make Donghua look so distraught and panicked?

She completely forgot the purpose of her coming here, and hastily stepped forward to grab his hand, the palm was cold, and her voice was unconsciously anxious: "Donghua? Donghua! What happened?"

Donghua seemed to wake up from a deep dream at this time, his dim eyes slowly turned twice, and cast them on Feng Jiu's face, the expression that had been stagnant since just now finally loosened.

His long eyelashes intertwined, he focused on Feng Jiu's eyebrows, held her cheeks, touched her soft neck with his fingertips, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, there was a bloodstain winding Runs from the corner of the lips.

Feng Jiu was very sad, and supported his arm to look up and down to see if there was any wound: "You, where did you get hurt? Tell me!"

Before he finished speaking, he was hugged into his arms by that man, and the "Xiaobai" was no longer clear and calm, and he was covered with scars like a trapped animal.

Feng Jiu was in pain from his arms, he almost lifted her up, and stuffed her into his arms, even her toes were off the ground.However, she didn't have time to think about why he didn't avoid suspicion this time and made such an intimate move.Because what made her even more uneasy was that the wetness from their touching cheeks, with a certain fishy sweetness, dyed the corner of one of her eyes the same color.

She sensed his mood in this tragic blood, and felt sad for no reason: "Donghua..." She gently stretched her arms around the somewhat helpless back in front of her, stroked her head comfortingly, Buried into his shoulder, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes silently.