Birdseye

Climb to the celestial platform, the billowing clouds of smoke are like a never-ending fire, the silver and purple thunder lights intertwine, and a vast divine light shines through the cracks in the smoke and clouds, thundering.

The high god in black stood out of thin air amidst the smoke and lightning, his black and blue hair scattered in the wind, he raised his hand to prop up a barrier, on which stars twinkled, and a little stream of light fell from the barrier, reflecting his face slightly. pale.

A few dream-presenting hooks protruded from the clouds, sneaking towards Fengyuan silently, he turned around and swung his sword, and the Kunwu sword collided with the dream-presenting hook, bursting out a burst of lightning, like a meteor Fluttering down, falling into the thick clouds.

More and more dream presenting hooks protruded from the clouds like ghosts, trying to take away the memories in his mind. He sacrificed the Kunwu sword in his hand, and the sword fell in front of him and instantly transformed into dozens of sharp swords The shadow is intertwined with the dream hook.

The Dream Hook came endlessly from all directions with cold winds, and the snow-white sword shadows were like several silver snakes in the lightning, fighting endlessly. He supported the barrier with one hand, and the hostility of the Dream Hook broke through the barrier and landed on him. On his body, the former co-lord of heaven and earth, now also looks a little embarrassed.

The sword shadows lined up in an array, tens of thousands of years of divine light trapped the Mengxian Hook in thick clouds, the long wind was like a sword, blowing the robes on his body and hunting, dozens of Kunwu swords combined into a giant sword, The dream hook was shattered in this divine light.

The dream hooks turned into dust one after another, falling into the silence after this bitter struggle.

Holding the Kunwu sword, Feng Yuan searched all the places under Dengxiantai, but he couldn't find him.

I can't even find a trace of the soul.

He is no longer here.

He had to accept this fact.

Finally, in the corner of these smoke clouds, he caught a small floating cloud, which reflected the appearance of a little monster, and his spirit. It was a scorching summer day, under the lush sycamore trees, he lay On your own chest, make out with yourself.

Feng Yuan put this piece of floating cloud to his ear, and heard him call out a little: "Your Highness..."

The voice was small, as if she was coquettish with him with sugar water, and it seemed to be the last cry when she was dying.

His mind was shaken, and the next moment the floating clouds in his hands were scattered by the divine light.

This was the last piece of memory left by that little monster, and he failed to keep it.

He still doesn't know why he called him that.

He still can't remember him.

But he knew that he would never find him again.

Feng Yuan raised his head and looked at the somewhat blurred sky above his head. The next moment, the Kunwu Sword in his hand was shining brightly, like a dazzling beam of light, like a rainbow, splitting the stratus clouds in front of him, and in an instant, the vast smoke and clouds under the immortal platform were like a vast sea It was split into two halves, and the huge waves lined up on both sides, standing tall, with a vast road ahead, but looking back, there was no way back.

He flew out from under Dengxiantai, his black robe was stained with a strong smell of blood, and the Kunwu sword in his hand was shining with a faint light.

He was badly wounded, but felt no pain.

Si Quan in the audience had already left at some point, and only Meng Shu was left standing here. He looked up at him like this, remained silent for a long time, and finally asked him: "Feng Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Yuan turned his head to look at the person who ascended the immortal platform, after a long while, he suddenly smiled, there was no astringency in that smile, he said to Mengshu: "You are right, my fate is indeed superficial."

Meng Shu hesitated for a moment, and asked him cautiously: "Is it... Xingru Xianjun?"

Feng Yuan didn't speak, and Mengshu knew that he was acquiescing.

The Borneo flower has long been immersed in the water, and the water of the Tianhe River has been flowing for a long time. Looking up at the sky, it seems that this poplar flower will never stop.

He didn't know love in the past, when he had this kind of thought, that Xingru Xianjun had already jumped to the immortal platform.

This fate is really shallow.

"Then..." Mengshu asked him again, "What happened to Xi Gu?"

Now that I think about it, in the ruthless sea, the last look back of that spirit, maybe it wasn't him.

"Send it back to the Heartless Sea." Feng Yuan said.

Mengshu let out a long sigh. In the past, he felt that Fengyuan's fate was shallow because he had never been half-contaminated in the world of mortals. Seeing him like this today, he thought that if he could find the right person at that time, maybe they would have another chance. A new cause and effect.

But now it's too late to say anything, that Xingru Xianjun has fallen to the Immortal Terrace, since Feng Yuan never brought him back from the Immortal Terrace, that little Immortal Monarch probably lost his soul.

He somewhat regretted that when he was in Wangyou Palace, he didn't stop him after listening to Si Quan's words.

"Forget about him, Feng Yuan." That's all he could say to him.

The life of the God is long and endless, and the time that the fairy appeared in Fengyuan's life is just like the moment when the flowers bloom and wither, they haven't started yet, everything is over.

At least in this way, it will not be too sad.

"Forgot him?" Feng Yuan laughed, and there was a little whimper in the wind, he said to Mengshu, "I never remembered him."

His voice echoed up and down the immortal platform, and under his sword, thousands of dream offering hooks had been turned into ashes, leaving only a few faint divine lights flickering among the clouds.

He never remembered him.

But after he lost him, he protruded two small tentacles from his memory, touched him, and quickly retracted as if frightened.

He thought that after he came back from the Nine Nether Realm, he would still have a chance to let that little monster talk about what he didn't want to hear before, maybe it was the past between him and him during the tribulation.

It turned out that the fate between them only allowed him to go this far.

No more, no more.

Mengshu couldn't say any more at this time, a great sadness enveloped his heart, he moved his lips, and said to Feng Yuan: "You just came out from the Immortal Terrace, go back to Wangyou Palace to have a good rest Well, you will..."

He wants to tell Feng Yuan that you will forget him, but it is useless to say these words now.

Feng Yuan didn't speak, he looked up at Tianwaitian above his head, the sky was azure blue, only a few clouds floated, Yang Hua fell on his shoulders.

He suddenly thought, what was that little monster thinking when he jumped off the fairy platform?

But he'll never know.

His soul has dissipated under Dengxiantai and will never return.

Ascension to the Immortal Terrace was surrounded by smoke and clouds, the giant dragon entrenched on the Optimus Pillar, a pair of sharp golden pupils glowed coldly, and the long beard on the lips fluttered slightly. Come on, endlessly.

Feng Yuan walked all the way back to Wangyou Palace from Dengxiantai, he walked all the way, his expression was calm, neither sad nor happy, as if he was still the aloof God, nothing had changed.

The green peacock on the mica screen is huddled in the corner today, with a sluggish expression, drooping its head, gathering its tail feathers, rolling its eyes, taking a peek at Feng Yuan, then lowering its head quietly.

The Duheng grass outside the window is swaying in the sun, and the green leaves are swaying and fragrant.

Feng Yuan stood in this empty Palace of Wangyou, surrounded by silence, even the sound of falling poplar flowers could be heard.

Just a few days ago, that little monster still lived here. He was not in good health, so he always lay on that bed, staring at the little bird he drew on the curtain above his head in a daze.

Feng Yuan closed his eyes, in the darkness he saw several illusory shadows, but he didn't know who they belonged to.

Someone suddenly called His Highness in his ear, and he subconsciously opened his eyes and raised his head, but his eyes were bewildered, and he didn't know where to look.

The world is so quiet.

The injury he suffered under the Dengxian Terrace seemed to flare up at this time, Feng Yuan's face turned pale again, he walked slowly to the bed, lay down on it, thinking that if that little monster was still there, he would not know today Where should I sleep.

Close your eyes and wait until the next day when you wake up, maybe everything that happened today is just a dream.

Or maybe, he is still immersed in his delusional demons.

He fell asleep like this.

In the dream, the little bird flapped its wings and came over, landed on his palm, raised its head and stared at its two small black eyes, chirped twice, Feng Yuan raised his hand, and sent it to him In front of his eyes, he asked it softly, "Is that you?"

"My... Xingru..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his mind was torn apart, his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows, and his blood flowed continuously.

He should have died under Dengxiantai with him.

He thought so.

He woke up from the dream, sat up, looked at the light on the long table not far away, the wound on his chest was scabbed, but there seemed to be a blunt knife with a sharpened edge left in his flesh, the pain was a little numb up.

The little monster is gone, those days in the past were actually not too long, and he was only by his side for a few days, and now it is just going back to the past, back to those years when he never saw him, There's nothing wrong with that.

Feng Yuan sat by the bed, thinking dumbly.

It will be like this for thousands of years.

The little bird on the tent came to life again at some point, flapped its wings and came to his shoulder, rubbed his cheek, and pecked his ear with its pointed beak.

The glazed palace lantern elongated their shadows and reflected them on the wall on one side. The tassels under the curtain stood there quietly, and he condensed with it here, forming a permanent picture scroll.

Just like it was many years ago.

He turned his head and glanced, suddenly felt great pain in his heart, a fishy smell came from his throat, he vomited out a mouthful of blood, the wound on his chest was torn open again, red blood oozes out, instantly turning him white His inner garment was stained blood red.

That little monster died just like that, no one in this world will know what kind of past he had, and no one will remember him and his highness.

But in this world, at every moment, there are countless cycles of life and death, passing by in a hurry like that stone, fire and lightning.

When he dies today, or tomorrow, he is just like the mayfly that lives and dies in the morning and evening. Among all things in this world, he is just a small speck of dust, inconspicuous.

Feng Yuan lowered his head, listening to the beating heart in the silent room.

It's not the same as he says he is.

He is different to him after all

It's a pity that he understood it too late.

Feng Yuan raised his head, the light yellow curtain lightly brushed his eyelashes, he remembered that little monster who hugged him when he was drunk, and called him His Highness with some grievances.

At that time, some tears fell on his shoulders, and he didn't realize until then that there was bitterness in those tears.

What should he do?

He is no longer here.

If it is like this from now on, it seems that there is nothing wrong with spending the rest of my life until it turns into a ray of breeze between heaven and earth, a touch of setting sun.

But those words, he couldn't wait for that little monster to speak to him in person, he always had to find the answer by himself.

This fate is over, and now he just wants to know what he can say to him if he is still there.

That's all.

He came out of Wangyou Palace, and with a light wave of his hand, the twilight covering Ziwei Palace dissipated, the stars above his head were dry, and the moonlight was white, as sharp as a sword that had just been sharpened, reflected in the Taixuan Pool, The Tianhe water in this pool was frozen.

In the dark night, Yang Hua piled up a thin layer at the front door of Ziwei Palace, like snow, he stepped on it silently, until he reached the first layer of heaven, there was only a cloud of forgetful dust left here, this is his It was laid by hand in those days.

He stepped into the thunder formation, there was not a single blade of grass growing in the formation, only four stone pillars stood in the four directions of east, west, south, east, north and west. The pillars were engraved with scriptures, and there were colorful prayer flags hanging down from them.

The wind was blowing, the prayer flags were blowing and rustling, and the scriptures on the pillars were shining with golden light, but he didn't seem to notice it until he walked to the center of the thunder formation, and then he stopped. , showing a little gleam.

He is here to retrieve his lost memories.

Feng Yuan raised his hand to reach the twilight, and the Wangchen Thunder Array was touched at this moment, the rumbling thunder exploded flatly, the silver lightning was like a swift long whip, and fell on his body, and the new wind was like a knife, blowing his body. black robe, the phoenix on that robe is about to fly.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, his expression was still calm, and he only raised his hand a little higher, looking for something in the faint light, the thunder and lightning struck him one after another, and after a while, his body was already opened After making several openings, fresh blood gushed out, seeping into the black robe inconspicuously, but soon dripped from the corner of the robe, forming a pool of bright red on the desert plain.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems that it is just a short moment. The sound between heaven and earth has disappeared into nothingness, and only the endless roar of thunder is left in his ears. He was ashamed, he thought, maybe he would also accompany that little monster today to die and die.

So, it's not bad.

But God's will is always three points unpredictable.

He found him, at the end of the twilight.

Feng Yuan closed his eyes, and thunder and lightning fell on him again with a destructive momentum behind him. From the seventh year of Changhe to the 16th year of Ximing, the memories of these 20 years came to him like a raging tide.

He knelt down on the ground, the clouds above his head dispersed, and a beam of white light enveloped him,

In this grand light, he seemed to be solidified into an eternal stone monument, immortal for a hundred thousand years.

He finally remembered him.

But it was many years too late.

In the fourth year of Ximing, when the wind and rain were dark, he dug up the coffin in the tomb and found a little monster from there. Since then, this little monster has become his concern in his life.

In the sixth year of Ximing, his Xingru used that plate of poisoned pastries for him, and almost died in front of him. He fed him the demon pill of Rakshasa bird with his heart blood, and Xingru woke up and transformed When he was born in human form, he had a very good-looking appearance. He took one look at him and thought about him for the rest of his life.

In the eighth year of Ximing, he was dying of severe poison in Beijiang. Xingru cut off the flesh and blood from his body to save his life. They are so intertwined with each other that they should never be separated.

In the 12th year of Ximing, Xingru knew that he drank a lot of tonics behind his back. He fell into his arms, sniffed and told him that he would never do it again. His Xingru is so pitiful and cute. He wants to be with her He lives his life.

In the 16th year of Ran Ximing, he died in the Jialan Pagoda, and this life ended here.

……

On that day, on the third day of March, it rained heavily at night. He died of a broken heart when he heard the news of Xingru's death.

But all of this was nothing more than his calamity. He came back amidst the curling Sanskrit sounds, colorful auspicious clouds flowed in the Nine Heavens, and golden lotuses bloomed one after another.

He couldn't let go of his Xingru.

He lowered his head to glance at the mortal world, but saw that his star was still there on the deer hill.

He did not die, Feng Yuan gave a comforting smile, then became sad again.

He can't be with him anymore.

He can no longer be with him.

In the rolling thunder formation of Wangchen, he resisted the thunder from the sky, endured the pain of being torn apart, and cut off a strand of his own soul, passed through thousands of thunder lights, sent him to the world, and stayed in the world. By his Xingru's side.

He wants his star to be healthy and happy every year.

But in the end, he failed to do so.