Floating like a dream, live up to your first love

It has been more than a hundred years since the demon god was born, the world is peaceful, those who cultivate immortals, those who become demons become demons, the order of reincarnation is still running, Xuanyuan is in charge of the human world, Shaqianmo is in charge of the two worlds of demons, and the emperor of heaven is still in power on the surface of the fairy world Or, everyone seems to have forgotten that devastating disaster.

The reputation of Changliu No. [-] Immortal Sect has not been tarnished because of the appearance of a demon god. On the contrary, with the passage of time, the story about the demon god who is the most powerful in the six worlds has been quietly submerged in the torrent of history. Dig, no one mentioned.

The years in the mountains are silent, without sound, without color, flowing quietly at the fingertips.

Bai Zihua is still the head of Changliu, and still travels here and there for the people of the world, but no one adds a piece of clothes to him, no one holds him a bowl of steaming peach blossoms when he returns to the Palace of Unrequited Love Tang, I can no longer hear that crisp voice calling "Master".

He couldn't remember exactly how long it had been. The days without her by his side were so difficult every moment, hopeless and endless. For thousands of years, he visited the six worlds, trying to find a trace of her soul , even if there is only a little bit of breath, but no, nothing.

The scary thing is that her figure is becoming more and more blurred in memory, and the traces of her existence are disappearing bit by bit.

On that day, an unknown person lit the incense of Shadow Flowing Light in the temple, which made him very sad. The scar on his right arm flared up extremely violently, and he passed out from the pain within a short while.

Maybe it's because the enchantment is weak. When a new disciple came up to take care of the Palace of Unrequited Love, he accidentally broke the glazed cup in the small bone room. All the things she left over these years were taken care of by him himself, and he never used others to take care of them. , even You Ruo will be turned away.

For thousands of years, he had never shown any other expressions in front of outsiders, but that time he was furious, and with a slap, he crippled the little disciple's seven-success power.

Afterwards, the senior brother came to ask him for an explanation. He was silent for a long time, and Fang Dandan told the senior brother that no one could touch Xiaogu's things except himself.

The senior brother was full of astonishment, and said: "Who is Xiaogu?"

He was startled, who is Xiao Gu?That name that he had to silently say tens of thousands of times every day, but at that moment, he couldn't remember that person's face.It suddenly occurred to him that she is a god, a reincarnated god against the sky, she shouldn't exist in this world, and once she dies, both her body and her memories will slowly be ashes annihilation.

After Mo Yan left, Bai Zihua frantically searched through the paintings he had sketched for her in the study room. In the study room, there were hundreds of scrolls that he sketched when he missed her. The smiling woman was gone.

The ink disappears from the painting little by little, the color fades away little by little, the lines are erased little by little, those pen and ink that condensed his thoughts for so many days and nights are just hidden like that.

Seeing the paintings return to blank paper, Bai Zihua's panic far outweighed his pain.

"No, don't." He cast spells in a panic, trying to keep the woman's face, but it was still in vain, and one of the thousands of scrolls fell to the ground and became blank.

In the void, a woman stretched out her hand with a silly smile, and said coquettishly, "Master, give me a hug."

Bai Zihua was startled, and tremblingly stretched out his arms to embrace her, but in the blink of an eye, her figure disappeared into nothingness.

It was like this again, his eyes darkened, and he drooped his arms.

Sitting at the table and thinking hard for half the night, he wanted to fill those vacancies, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember the woman's smile.

That night, the peach blossom tree she planted in Palace of Unrequited Love turned into ashes overnight.

Early in the morning, when You Ruo found him in the study, he closed his eyes and lay down on the desk to take a nap, the drawing papers under his hand were scattered and messy.

"Master?" You Ruo stood respectfully in front of the desk and called him softly.

Bai Zihua opened his eyes, but felt that something was missing in his heart, he held his forehead and asked, "What's the matter?",

You Ruo respectfully said: "Yaochi's invitation card has arrived, this year's feast of immortals, will your lord still push it like in previous years?"

"Push it? Why did you push it?" Puzzled in his heart, seeing You Ruo's delicate features, he felt a sudden pain in his heart.

"Didn't the ancestors always refuse to go in the past?" You Ruo asked strangely.

In Yaochi, memories tugged at my mind, and the scene of peach blossoms flashed across my mind, touching like a memory from a previous life.

His face was still cold, he said softly, "Got it, the invitation is here, you can go down."

"Yes." You Ruo lightly placed the invitation card in his hand, and was about to turn around and leave, but he stopped him.

"It's almost the Immortal Sword Conference, put in more effort, your master is not here, no one will teach you all the time, if you don't understand anything, just ask me." Looking down at the blank scroll on the table, Bai Zihua urged.

She responded in a low voice, closed the door and quietly retreated.

Seeing her leaving back, Bai Zihua's thoughts moved slightly, an image popped up in his mind, in a daze, a scroll fell from his hand to the ground, and he picked it up with his body.

When he unfolded it again, he felt a little strange why there were so many blank scrolls in the room

In the blink of an eye, the Lingtai was empty again, and the last bit of nostalgia in my heart disappeared, with no love or hatred.

☆, the human face does not know where to go, the peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze