White Hedge Dream

Chapter 294 Clean

"I've done this before."

Bai Li stepped on an imperial bell that was suspended in blood and looked at the long knife in his hand.

"At that time, I removed Shen Qing and put you on me."

The long knife shook and returned to human form. She lowered her head and looked at Bai Li. Because she had just cut it three times, Bai Li's body was covered in blood and the clothes on her shoulders were torn.

"Then what else can you do to yourself now?" she asked.

Bai Li looked at the palace building in front of him. The palace building was shaking. No, it was the heavy figures condensed into the palace building that were shaking. They seemed sad, angry, angry, and mocking. As they shook, the Sanqing Bell hanging at the highest point fell again. Imperial bell.

It flew towards Baili with a buzzing sound.

"Tear down my own thoughts-" Bai Li said.

As she spoke, she retracted the long knife and pointed it at herself. It was not herself, but a little girl. The little girl squatted on the ground and raised her head with a look of hatred and indignation.

"I'm not a monster."

"Why don't you play with me."

"You are the monsters and you deserve your misfortune."

The long knife slashed diagonally without hesitation, and the girl instantly turned into flying blood threads. As the long knife swung, the blood threads hit the falling imperial bell and wrapped around it in the air. Bai Li jumped on it.

The imperial bell kept falling and bloodshot eyes filled the sky.

Zhou Jingyun felt dizzy.

He saw that the imperial bell entangled was not bloodshot, but a figure. There were children who were being lifted up by tall men and laughing, there were children who were being chased and scolded and ran away, there were children who were sitting on the shoulders of young people holding windmills and laughing. There are children holding on to girls' skirts and crying loudly, and girls riding horses and walking on high mountains -

The tall palace buildings, the falling imperial bell, countless flying figures, the world is chaotic, and it is like a glass world, strange and gorgeous.

Will she die?

Will she die like this?

Zhou Jingyun looked at the woman jumping among the imperial bells floating in the sky, and seemed to become transparent.

There are endless imperial bells, and there is only one white fence. She has only been a teenager since she could remember it, so how many thoughts can she use?

She stepped on the suspended imperial bell and kept going up, but the palace tower was getting higher and higher, reaching the sky and out of reach.

"If you cut it any more, you'll be gone."

The long knife levitated, returned to human form, turned around, stretched out his hand and gently touched her face.

"Bai Li, you only have one you."

The little face in her hand is as clear as jade, and her body is like ice and snow. She has eliminated the past, greed, anger and obsession, and her eyes are calm and distant.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"I am me, and I am not myself."

She looked around.

"Everyone sees me as myself, and then everyone sees me as myself."

She held Jiang Mian'er's ankle again, and Jiang Mian'er turned into a long knife and cut towards Bai Li again, but this time, Bai Li was no longer Bai Li, she was a tall man.

Who is this?

Zhou Jingyun watched as the white fence standing on the hanging imperial clock suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a middle-aged man. Although he was unfamiliar, he recognized him immediately.

It's Bai Xun, Bai Li's father.

Following the light of the sword, Bai Xun turned into bloodshot silk and wrapped around the falling imperial bell. Bai Li appeared again and leapt on top of it. His body shape continued to change. Young men, young women in simple clothes, older women, children .

From her age and dress, Zhou Jingyun guessed that these were her family members and friends. Those who had met her and remembered her had all turned into thoughts that she could take away, whether they were dead or alive.

As the imperial bell fell like rain, the transformed people became more complex, including men, women, old and young, rich and poor. It seemed that everyone Bai Li saw was represented.

Zhou Jingyun began to see his family and friends, his mother, aunt, father, Zhou Jiuniang running around, the maidservant at home, Jiang Yun, and then Doctor Zhang, the apprentices in the medical clinic, and those who had been treated Mrs. Lin, the showgirl on the flower house boat, the shop hawker selling in the East Market

They emerged one by one, and were cut into **** threads one by one and entangled in the imperial bell.

Bai Li was getting closer and closer to the heights of the palace building, but her movements became slower and slower, and the changing human forms became more and more stagnant. There were times when it was still herself.

When the long knife cut herself, bloodshot streaks flew out, and it seemed that a piece of her body was really missing and could no longer be restored to its original state.

Her whole body also became transparent, and she seemed to disappear at any moment in the dim world.

Has she cut off everything?

No, there is still.

"Ali—" Zhou Jingyun shouted loudly, "And I—"

Bai Li looked back.

Chang Dao returned to his human form, looked at him from afar, and said with a smile: "Zhou Jingyun, do you know what this is? She is cutting off her memory. After being cut away, you will not remember her."

Is that so?

Zhou Jingyun looked at Bai Li.

"What's important is memory," he shouted. "What's important is living."

He said and smiled.

"Besides, it's not like I haven't lost anything before."

Bai Li knew the time he was talking about, when Zhuang Li died and she reverted to Bai Li, but Zhou Jingyun had never seen her true appearance. For a while, she and Zhou Jingyun did become strangers.

"Bai Li." Zhou Jingyun looked at her and shouted again, "I only want you to live."

Bai Li smiled: "Okay."

She swayed, floated over, hung upside down in front of him, and stretched out her hand.

Zhou Jingyun held her hand and looked at her carefully. Although it was an illusion, he felt it was clearer than ever before. Her curved eyebrows, bright eyes, fair face, and a slightly playful smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Zhou Jingyun, I really want you not to recognize me this time." Bai Li looked into his eyes and said, "You don't even recognize my name."

That time, he just didn't know Bai Li's appearance, but he knew everything about Bai Li, and nothing was lost.

This time, everything about Baili was lost.

Zhou Jingyun nodded, holding these hands as if holding the most precious orb in the world: "Don't be afraid, I will come to meet Bai Li again."

Bai Li smiled. Looking at her smile, Zhou Jingyun felt that his eyes were in a trance, and everything in front of him became chaotic. Many images slipped past his eyes, sharing the same bed, writing, walking together, talking and laughing, these The picture swirled as the slender fingers slid around, and finally stopped at one place.

He was standing outside an academy and was walking slowly up the mountain when the sound of a flute came from the forest.

He stopped and it sounded so good.

He raised his head to see who it was, but his vision blurred for the next moment. Stars floated up from the mountains and forests, and then countless stars floated up into the sky and disappeared from sight.

Bai Li floated up into the sky, her hands left Zhou Jingyun's hand, and a string of stars floated on her fingertips, turning into a long silk thread, and followed her pulling the imperial bell falling upwards.

"And I—"

Another shout came from the other side.

Bai Li was startled and looked over, seeing someone standing up unsteadily at the end of the dim sky and earth.

Li Yu.

How did he wake up?

No, I should say, why did he enter the illusion?

It stands to reason that he should be free from this illusion, not confused and unable to see.

"A Li—" Li Yu's robe was stained with blood. He walked over step by step, getting closer and closer as he walked, "A Li, I can also take my thoughts—"

Bai Li looked at him, and when he wanted to say something, Jiang Mian'er spoke first again: "Boy, it's useless for you to be sentimental, she can't take away your memory."

Li Yu didn't look at her, only looked at Bai Li.

Bai Li nodded to him: "Li Yu, do you have a dream state? I can't take away your thoughts."

Li Yu looked at her and shouted loudly: "Ali, how can I help you? I am willing to help you-"

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were full of sorrow.

"I know you are willing to help me." Bai Li smiled at him, "I know you are very good to me, very good, thank you."

Li Yu was about to say something, but Jiang Mian'er landed in front of him, her gorgeous dress flying behind her.

"But I can." She said, looking into Li Yu's eyes, reaching out and tapping, "In your eyes, I can see that you are afraid of me."

She said and smiled.

"Boy, you have a lot of fears."

fear.

Does he have many fears?

Yes, he has always been afraid, afraid of his parents dying, afraid of losing, and then continuing to lose in fear.

Li Yu looked at her face seriously.

The last time I dared to look at her directly was when I was a child who was ignorant and not afraid of anything.

He raised his hand and made a gesture to Jiang Mian'er in front of him.

He said, "I know, it's a puppy."

The fingers of his hands moved, and the shadows of his hands were cast on the ground, like a puppy barking. Jiang Mian'er was startled for a moment, then laughed: "I still remember, little emperor grandson, are you afraid?"

Li Yu looked past her towards the palace building. There were people mingling in the palace building. He saw his father's face. There was anger and fear on his father's face.

It's all over.

It's all over.

None of it matters.

Li Yu looked back at Jiang Mian'er and smiled slightly: "I'm not afraid of puppies."

He was amused by her then.

It turned out that there were times when he wasn't afraid.

Jiang Mian'er smiled, pinched her hand in front of his eyes, and a string of stars appeared on her fingertips. She turned around and walked upwards.

Bai Li raised his hand and flicked it, and the stars in his hand entangled the falling imperial bell.

Jiang Mian'er flicked her hand, and the stars on her fingers flew into the palace building.

The palace building shook, figures swayed around, and roared.

This time, no imperial bell fell again. Bai Li jumped up to the last imperial bell, a spear appeared in his hand, and he threw it towards the highest point of the palace building.

"Tear it down—"

Accompanied by the shout, Changmao hit the Sanqing Bell at the highest point of the palace building. There was a buzzing sound and the Sanqing Bell fell down.

There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth.

But at that time, the palace building collapsed, and countless figures crowded and collided, but there was no sound.

The palace buildings and figures fell and dissipated like sand, and the imperial bell suspended in the surroundings and covered with bloodshot threads also dissipated.

Bai Li stood between heaven and earth, surrounded by countless passing people and pictures, crying, laughing, angry, or tender gazes, all of which were dissipating.

Bai Li looked at Jiang Mian'er above. The Sanqing Bell fell into her hands. She laughed heartily while holding the Sanqing Bell, and then looked over and smiled slightly.

"Bai Li, goodbye."

The figure and the Sanqing Bell disappeared.

The standing Zhou Jingyun, the two sitting Xuanyangzi, and the **** Li Yu also disappeared in an instant.

Bai Li slowly lay down and looked at the vast white sky and earth, with a smile on his face.

It's clean.

…

…

The sound of shattering rang in his ears, and Wang Tong, who was sleeping while sitting, suddenly opened his eyes. The lights in front of his eyes were beating and his vision was dim.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

He hurriedly got up and saw that a statue in the temple was cracked and the gorgeous painted robes were falling.

"Is the earth moving?" He shouted, and then looked at Xuanyangzi sitting in front of the statue, "Ancestor—"

He rushed over to pull Xuanyangzi out and ran away, but saw that Xuanyangzi's pale face was also cracking -

Wang Tong screamed in fright, fell backwards, and rolled out. When the cold wind of the autumn night blew, he woke up and his feet did not move. It was quiet in the Taoist temple.

He turned his head and looked back, and saw that the tall statue was not broken, the robes were still gorgeous, and there were no gravels on the ground. Xuanyangzi was stretching. Then he turned around. Under the bright lights in the hall, his face was older and full of ravines. .

It's ugly, but it's not cracked.

What's going on? Was he having a nightmare?

"Ancestor." Wang Tong stepped forward and said hesitantly, "I just saw it."

Xuanyangzi laughed and touched his palms: "It's broken, it's broken."

Wang Tong was stunned: "What?"

Xuanyangzi didn't wait for him to ask again and went out with a smile.

"Broken, broken." He laughed, "Freed, freed."

After that, he ran towards the night.

Wang Tong rushed over and grabbed him: "Ancestor, what are you doing?"

Xuanyangzi looked at him and smiled: "Yunyoutian is going down." After saying this, he laughed and threw Wang Tong away and ran out.

The short and short old Taoist who was always drowsy could no longer see him in the blink of an eye. Wang Tong stood there at a loss.

"Here comes someone—" he could only shout loudly, "The ancestor ran away—"

But then I thought about it, it’s not a bad thing if the ancestor ran away. Couldn’t the Holy Ancestor Temple have a new owner?

Wang Tong clapped his hands, and did not say anything about chasing Xuanyangzi. He turned around and ran into the hall, looking for pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

"Hurry up and write a letter to my grandfather asking him to send money to buy the position of the master of the Holy Ancestor Temple." He muttered, with joyful eyes, "It's really a turn of events. Xuanyangzi ran away, and the new emperor is my best friend. My friend, I am not the one to be the master of this temple, who else can be the one?”

"Come, come, come—"

The silence in the prison cell of the Board of Supervisors in the capital was broken. After the shouting continued, chaotic footsteps sounded, and two jailers rushed in.

"Zhang Ze! Why are you making trouble in the middle of the night!" they shouted to the people in a cell.

Zhang Ze grabbed the railing and his eyes flickered: "Zhou Jingyun is dead, Zhou Jingyun is dead."

Zhou Jingyun is dead? The two jailers were startled and looked towards the cell on the other side, seeing Zhou Jingyun lying motionless on the wooden bed.

Zhang Ze's yelling didn't wake him up?

Could something really happen?

Being able to be imprisoned in the prison of the Board of Supervisors was the result of the new emperor's special instructions. For example, Zhang Ze did not need to be interrogated, while Zhou Jingyun did not need to be interrogated.

So we can't treat him harshly, let alone cause any trouble.

The jailers rushed in.

"Prince Zhou."

They shouted anxiously, one shook his head, and the other stretched out his hand to check his breathing. As soon as he stretched out his fingers, Zhou Jingyun opened his eyes.

The two jailers were startled.

Zhou Jingyun looked a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

The two jailers breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty, you are sleeping."

Zhou Jingyun sat up: "Of course I have to sleep at night." Looking at them, "Are you going to be interrogated?"

The two jailers hurriedly waved their hands: "No, no." They stepped back and said, "Your Majesty, please go on to sleep."

The two jailers retreated and looked at Zhang Ze next door with a hateful look: "If you keep messing around, I'll send you to the water prison!"

Zhang Ze grabbed the railing and looked at them: "I'm not messing around, you didn't see-" The words stopped abruptly, and he looked confused, as if he wanted to say something, but he forgot, he was a little anxious, "You didn't see , see, see who? Why can’t I remember?”

As he spoke, he shook the railing vigorously.

The two jailers spat angrily: "Crazy." After saying that, they ignored him and walked away.

Zhang Zeyu was holding on to the railing and shaking, then suddenly stopped and looked aside.

"Dad? Why are you here? Dad, if your legs hurt, just lie down. Don't drag me. Why are you dragging me?"

"Dad, let go, you're strangling me."

As the speaker fell to the ground, he seemed suffocated and motionless.

Zhou Jingyun, who was sitting by the bed, watched motionless. Sure enough, not long after, Zhang Ze twitched a few times on the ground, curled up, and muttered something.

He said softly: "Crazy."

Then it's time to lie down and go back to sleep.

But for some reason, he couldn't help but have an idea, as if there was something he couldn't remember.

Zhou Jingyun couldn't help but smile, was he also crazy?

The next moment, he raised his hand and wiped it under his eyes for no apparent reason. His tentacles were wet, so he took his hand back in front of his eyes.

Under the swaying torch, there is a tear on the finger, crystal clear.

Did he shed tears?

Zhou Jingyun stared at the tears.

Why was he crying?