Longevity: The Flawless Dream

The woman in white was silently lying on the table, her face after her full attire could vaguely recognize the beauty of her prime, her eyes were half-open, and the slack and cloudy pupils still had a glimmer of unwillingness and resentment.

"Little sister!" Witnessing this situation, Gong Zixuan, who came day and night, burst into canthus.Not feeling the existence of her body, she only moved her limbs instinctively, step by step, she finally walked behind Gong Louxue, stretched out a trembling hand to test her breath.

She fell to the ground weakly.She unconsciously raised her head, facing Gong Louxue's face, the sisters with similar eyes stared at each other for life.

The little girl who just started staggering and toddling loves to follow her. Seeing her run away from home, she can foolishly follow the little girl who crawled out of the dog hole. She is dying of hunger and sensible enough to hold back her tears for fear of offending her. The little girl who was worried, the girl who served tea and water with her eyes full of admiration when she was practicing, the little girl who could listen to even the most boring family news, and the little girl who cried tears when she was sent down the mountain Sister, the little girl who leaned against the side of Bingren Biancheng with dizzy cheeks...

Countless fleeting years passed by, the persistence of hatred, the desire to become stronger, and the profound thoughts of seeking Tao, all were eroded away one by one, and finally there was nothing left.She used to think that as long as she hid her sister in the safest corner, she would be able to wander around without fear, and it didn't matter if her head was smashed.It's just that when she picked up the stars that she once looked up to, she suddenly looked back, only to find that the source that supported her to pursue all these things had collapsed under the burden.

And when the younger sister was most lonely and helpless, she was not by her side.

She obviously received her letter, but it was still late.

His dull eyes suddenly fixed on one point.There are papers under the pressure of the palace snow, line after line, sheet after sheet, full, stroke by stroke, full of "bound edge city".The later, the deeper the resentment between the strokes of the pen, and finally there are large areas of dripping blood.Looking up, there is still blood on Gonglouxue's withered lips.

This is her only family member, her favorite little sister, even if the forehead has grown fine lines that cannot be covered by makeup, her eyelids are sagging, and her worn figure is no longer slim, she is also Gong Zixuan's favorite little sister .

More than half a year has passed since the agreed date, and Bingren Biancheng has not returned for a long time. The younger sister is worried about the safety of the husband, and suspects that this person has been abandoned by him.When I look in the mirror, my face fades away, I feel very disgusting, and I have little intention of surviving...

"Bound Edge City!" The soaring true energy swelled into a dull wind, making the paper rattle, and Gong Zixuan's grief, anger and self-blame finally found an outlet, and she hugged Gong Louxue tightly. The body, "Gong Zixuan swears to the heavens that he will go up to the poor and fall into the underworld, and he will definitely kill this heartless person in Bianbiancheng. Little sister, your spirit in heaven will not be alone!"

Taoist environment.

On the frontier of the Chen Bing in the Demon Realm, Xuanzong also had a heavy army waiting for him, the sound of killing was loud and blood was flying.

"Ah bah!" The fallen middle-aged monster spat out the blood from his mouth, tore off the fringed jacket that had been torn by the sword, patted his strong chest muscles, and pointed his thumbs down towards the opposite side, "Old Miscellaneous!" Mao is still so energetic, come again!"

"Struggling to death, still obsessed with obsession!" The suzerain of Xuanzong, who had always been laughing and unscrupulous, had a murderous look on his face, raised his head and screamed, and drew his sword formula, attacking the seriously injured monster.

The violent and chaotic infuriating and demonic energy mixed into a soaring wind that pierced into the sky, and the sand and stones moved randomly and thunder roared.Then, there was a rain of blood.

"God's will..." There was a faint old sigh, broken in the whirlwind of chaos.

At Fengding, Xuanzong's suzerain had disappeared, and the majestic monster was standing in the center. The extremely terrifying demonic power swept the world, with the power to bend one's knees.The scattered blood fell on Dancing's hair and eyebrows, and it was actually not as red as that compelling red.He waved his long sword, bowed his head and greeted the middle-aged monster with ease: "Uncle Wolf, it's the first time I've seen you mess up so badly. Can you fight again?"

"Bah!" The middle-aged monster said angrily, "The old wolf won't die even if your kid dies, help me up!"

The monster smiled, put the long sword back into its sheath, and leaned over to help him up.Xuanzong's side finally got out of the awe of the sudden appearance of the monster, and only then did they realize the fact that the world was shattered: "The suzerain has passed away!"

That blood rain was transformed by the bones of Xuanzong's suzerain, a generation of Taoist masters who played in the world all the way, but in the end, there was no bones left.

"Squeeze the demon world, get rid of the demon atmosphere, and comfort the suzerain and the heroic spirits of Xuanzong's fellow disciples!" Mo Chenyin shouted loudly after witnessing the tragic death of his teacher.The Daoists responded one after another, and wanted to continue fighting with the Demon Realm, but were stopped by the Cang and Zheshan Army: "Something is wrong, don't be impulsive!"

Just when Xuanzong's group was excited, the Demon Realm also reacted. Generals from the Demon Realm, such as Du Tiantong, Duan Fengchen, Baofeng Candao, Huayan Wudao, etc., ignored the blood-stained wounds, and some even couldn't pull out the arrows stuck on their bodies in time. , with a look of excitement and joy on his face, he bowed to the red-haired monster.They were demons who would never bow their heads unless they died on the battlefield, but at this moment they lowered their haughty necks with unquestionable piety.

"Emperor Zhu is back, Emperor Zhu is back!" Such a voice was transmitted in the demon army, at first it was a whisper, and finally it turned into a sky-shattering cheer, "Welcome Emperor Zhu to return!"

The monster known as Zhuhuang waved his hand casually, and in an instant, the tens of thousands of troops fell silent.

Understatement, order and prohibition, such a highly concentrated prestige to an absolute degree is simply sensational.

"Do you want to continue the fight?" The horror monster judged to be sensational asked, with a relaxed smile on his handsome face, as if he was a romantic grandson returning from a safari, no one could have imagined, He had just brutally killed a living old man until his flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Standing alone at the forefront of the confrontation between humans and demons, Cang silently looked at the Xuanzong army behind him, and then at the demon army on the opposite side.

One side's morale is low, and the other side's momentum is high.

He clenched the Baihong sword tightly, his lips moved slightly, and he was about to give an order.But the Zheshan army suddenly stepped forward to his side, and said in a vibrating voice: "All the army obeys the order and withdraws!"

The voices of the Taoists stopped abruptly, and countless pairs of unbelievable eyes stared at the Zheshan Army.Leaving aside how absurd the contents of his orders are, Zhe Shanjun is one of the Four Wonders, even if he is the crown of the Four Wonders by Xuanzong's default, his status is still behind the strange head Jin Yingying, what is his identity, Cang, the head of Liuxian, the recognized suzerain successor, issued orders to Xuanzong's army?

They didn't know that before going to the battle, they might have had a premonition that the suzerain of Xuanzong summoned Cang and Zhe Shanjun in private, and taught them all the secret knowledge passed down by the suzerains of the past dynasties.This move is equivalent to the fact that besides the recognized successor Cang, the Zheshan Army was also designated as his successor by the suzerain. He intended to decline, but was blocked by the suzerain Xuanzong.

At that time, the old Taoist who loved to laugh stood with his hands behind his back, his hair on the temples was like crane feathers and autumn frost, and his mood was somber: "The wind and rain are like darkness, and I feel uneasy as a teacher. One more candidate will have another way out. When you are old as a teacher, you must be suspicious."

This kind of suzerain of Xuanzong made Zhe Shanjun unable to refuse, so he could only look at Cang, feeling uneasy in his heart.They tried to spy on the sky afterwards, but all they saw was a scarlet chaos.Looking back now, it seems to be the scene when Xuanzong's suzerain died in battle.

After the death of the third junior brother, the master stopped talking about secrets.However, the hazy prophecy, which is only scratching the surface, actually responds to what it says.

But Xuanzong's suzerain still made a mistake. He taught the Zheshan Army in order to make a perfect plan so that Xuanzong's morality would not be destroyed even though it might damage Cang.However, with the Zheshan army's indifferent and peaceful fortitude and the fortitude to die when necessary, how could they back down in order to protect themselves after the death of their mentor, but let Cang bear all the dangers and criticisms?At this moment, countless questioning gazes pierced like knives, and the Zheshan Army's usual gentle face was cast in rock, with indescribable majesty and intimidation, and he repeated the previous order in a cold voice: "The whole army Heed the order and retreat to Fengyun Mountain!"

"withdraw!"

"withdraw!"

Countless echoes echoed in the dead silence, and suddenly, a young Daozi cried out with a "wow".Like a seed growing crazily in the wilderness, the cry spread rapidly, and on the bloody Dao land, under the dark clouded sky, it gradually became like a prairie fire.

"Friend..." Cang said in a low voice.Zhe Shanjun glanced at him, such unreserved support and tolerance made Cang lose his voice for a moment.

Among Xuanzong's double jades, if it is said that Cang is the sword that opens up the majestic sun, moon and stars, the light cannot be imitated, and the Zheshan Army is the shield that preserves all things and is indestructible by wind, rain and frost.Although the sword is invincible, if it is allowed to face all dangers alone, no matter how sharp the sword is, it will break.However, as long as the Zheshan army is there for one day, it will never give the slightest chance of such a danger happening. Before that, he will transform into a shield, protecting the sword and countless Xuanzong fellow practitioners.

In a sense, this is probably what Xuanzong suzerain is looking forward to.

While weeping, the Taoists quickly reorganized the team under the command of Mo Chenyin and the other five strings, and began to retreat in an orderly manner.The Cang and Zheshan Army always stood in front of Xuanzong's team, facing the thousands of troops in the Demon Realm, they were so powerful that they stood still.The red-haired monster finally looked a little more solemn, and with a wave of his arm, he even gave the order to withdraw the troops.He took a deep look at the two Taoists, turned around and left. The red gold cloak fluttered in the strong wind, which was extremely dazzling on the charred battlefield.

The army of the demon world receded like a tide. After confirming that they had really gone far, the Cang and Zheshan army flew to the place where the suzerain stood before his death. None left.The last hope was also ruthlessly destroyed.

The two looked at each other, sadness, hatred, anger, too strong emotions rushed forward, but they couldn't find a place to vent.Both want to comfort each other, but they know that what the other needs is not comfort in vain. They both want to persuade the other to calm down, but they understand that this is simply a dream.

After a long time, it was Cang who finally said what he hadn't finished before: "Thank you, my friend." He was referring to the fact that the Zheshan Army ordered the order first, and the Zheshan Army moved his lips, intending to say that this was also his The matter of duty, the exit has become another sentence: "Cang, what should Xuanzong do?"

What to do, three words that are too simple, but the most difficult puzzle in the world.When the master is alive, they can still ask the master.But now, when this question really fell on his shoulders, he realized the suffocating weight.

After a brief silence, or maybe a long time later, Cang's voice came out in a low voice, unexpectedly clear and calm: "It's time to respond to the suggestion made by Wanshengyan before."

"Master Dao Xiaomo, the current situation is like this, this is indeed the best solution." Zhe Shanjun was heartbroken, but he also agreed with his idea, "I will contact the sub-forum in adversity as soon as possible to find the meritorious body A master who meets the conditions of sealing." Then, he seemed to hear a pale and soundless sigh—it just seemed, maybe it was the wind, or just an auditory hallucination under great joy and sorrow.

"We give everything, hoping to completely end this catastrophe caused by the evil fire." Cang looked up at the sky and said to himself.

What the sky gave back to this little Taoist was a heavy rain that filled the sky and covered the ground.

The blazing electric snake pierced the dark sky like a sharp blade, and a thunderous "boom" smashed down, shattering the peace and tranquility of midnight.

The torrential rain was pouring.

Lian Wuxia ran wildly on the veranda, loosened her hair, threw out Shen Zi's glass beads, and slapped her pale cheeks together with the cool rain.

The door of the quiet room opened, and rain, steam and thunder rushed into the room.Before the astonished Lian Emei asked, she had already knelt on the small futon next to Lian Emei, her fingers sinking into the soft and tight fabric like convulsions.Lian Emei took her into his arms and hugged her. The figure was still that of a ten-year-old girl whose body was terribly cold and trembling. When she looked up at her, her eyes were filled with empty and broken light.

"Why are you having nightmares again?" Lian Emei sighed, patting the child's soft back every now and then.Lian Wuxia had many dreams when she was young, and she had to nest beside her to fall asleep peacefully. Lian Emei had long been used to it.However, as she got older, Lian Wuxia seldom had dreams, not to mention the nightmare that could scare her until she was not around Lian Emei.

Lian Wuxia raised her head from the futon, a vermilion halo glowed slightly in her pupils, which was so desolately beautiful.

I dreamed that I was locked in a box where I couldn't see my fingers. There were many footsteps outside, and I couldn't distinguish them. I just subconsciously felt that they should be important people in my life.Then the box was opened, and the outside was still pitch-dark, and all the sounds disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

Mother, that feeling, like many people who are very precious in life, have passed away.

The author has something to say: Inventory of bento in this chapter:

Gong Louxue: Yangshou exhausted and died, of course Gong Zixuan would never admit this

The Suzerain of Xuanzong, who has focused on committing crimes for 1 years: He Bujianque hit a heavy blow to his opponent and he was also injured. Zhu Wu beat him with a brick and died.

Hidden Bento:

Zhu Wu: It's amazing to play the copy of Xuanzong to be handsome, isn't it?Looking back, Tianlei Bangding will tell you the taste of love that God is called Bento God~~

Ghost Clan: Resolutely follow in Zhu Huang's footsteps! (So ​​they all followed a piece of bento)