Birdseye

Chapter 27

The beam of light above the head gradually dissipated, and the sky and the earth fell into darkness. The prayer flags on the stone pillars fell down, and the scriptures inscribed on them fell into darkness. It smells the bitter fragrance of sunburned Du Heng grass in the nine heavens, and the cold fragrance of Borneo flowers.

"My Xingru..." He called out, and there was silence all around, no one responded.

He has no more strength, he can only go so far.

He no longer has his stars.

He was sitting on the ground, looking up at the light above his head. He seemed to be trapped in this courtyard, imprisoned here for eternity, never to get out, and the flesh and blood on his body would rot into a body in the long years. With dry bones, scattered into smoke and sand, like his stars, they have since dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

In this way, it should be a blessing.

He looked at that day for a long time, and remembered that year in northern Xinjiang. In the dim military tent, Xingru threatened him with his fierce face. If one day he didn't want him anymore, he would give his heart to him. Cut it out.

He loved him so much, so much that he wished he could crush all his bones and blood into his body. He thought that he would never have such a day again.

However, God's will is like this, he no longer remembers him, and he still doesn't want him after all.

Therefore, his Xing Ru also personally broke the cause and effect.

The heart was still beating in the chest, but suddenly stopped at a certain moment.

Some tears formed a bitter lake there.

The wind gradually became stronger, the prayer flags on the stone pillars were still there, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and some sunshine came in.

It's a new day.

After a long, long time, Jianwu came to the Wangchen Thunder Formation and walked in front of him. He lowered his head and looked at Feng Yuan in front of him, and said to him in a deep voice: "Feng Yuan, you have violated the laws of heaven."

Feng Yuan still looked up at the small light above his head, and he didn't react too much when he heard these words. He was drenched all over, as if he had fallen into a river of blood, and the bloody smell on his body was so strong that it could be diffused in The entire piece of Wangchen thunder formation.

Seeing that most of his cultivation base had been lost, Jian Wu continued: "I should have used the Immortal Hoop Lock for you, but now that you are already like this, there is no need for it."

The hoop fairy lock is to prevent the immortals who recall the past from going to the world to disturb the reincarnation. It has never been used for so many years. After all, no fairy dared to enter before this. To the Wangchen Thunder Formation.

And among all the immortals in the heavens, he is probably the only one who can enter the Forgotten Thunder Formation and remember the past with a life.

It's just that he is like this now, it doesn't make much difference whether he has a fairy lock or not.

"Go back, Feng Yuan." Jian Wu said.

Feng Yuan was silent for a long time, and said softly: "I'll see him for a while."

Jianwu didn't know what else he could see here, he raised his hand and waved away the thunderclouds above his head, the sunlight rushed down like a torrential river, sprinkled every corner of the Wangchen Thunder Formation, Jianwu turned and left up.

And his small courtyard is no longer there, Feng Yuan propped his palms on the ground, staggered up, took a step, but did not fall down, but the blood was still dripping from the corner of his robe, pattering along with him After walking all the way, his face was as pale as paper, without any blood.

After he walked a long way, he looked back again, and the colorful prayer flags fluttered and rustled in the thunder formation.

If his star is still there, what will he say to himself?

He will never know.

There is no wind in Jiuchongtian today, the poplar flowers under the full moon bridge have all fallen, and the remnant red in the thousand peach orchard is spread all over the ground. Songzhou Xianjun woke up from his dream, but learned from the mouth of the god Mengshu that Xingru had jumped. After climbing to Xiantai, his soul was exhausted, and he lay down on the tree and cried a lot.

The Xingru Xianjun who came from the ruthless sea is no longer there, and it seems to have no influence on the heavens.

Mengshu came to Wangyou Palace and saw Feng Yuan sitting by the bed, opening a book in his hand, his expression was a little tender, his snow-white robe was stained with bright red blood, like A few cold winter plum blossoms fell, Mengshu watched for a long time, and said to him: "Feng Yuan, you are not like you."

Feng Yuan never spoke, just put down the book, looked up at the little bird in the painting, he didn't know why he drew such a bird at that time, now everything is clear, everything has come to an end.

Mengshu had already learned from Jianwu that he broke into the Wangchen Thunder Formation, seeing him like this again, he understood everything, he asked him: "Do you remember him?"

Feng Yuan finally replied: "Yes."

Mengshu looked at him for a while, but couldn't say anything else.

I didn't remember him before, because he was able to break into the Wangchen Thunder Formation, I crippled most of my cultivation, and almost ended up in the same fate as that Xingru Xianjun. Now that I remember him, what should he do? ?

Mengshu didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He persuaded Feng Yuan to forget before, but now it is like this, no matter how many words he wants to say, it is useless.

Until the fate was over, the other side found him.

He was half a step late, only that half step late, and then he was late for the rest of his life.

Fate is shallow, so it is so shallow.

Mengshu also often complained to himself, when he saw Fengyuan brought Xigu up from the ruthless sea, he also thought that this fate of Fengyuan was related to Xigu, but the fairy Yuelin saw this fate , but was ended by Feng Yuan himself.

He could no longer say this to Feng Yuan.

Most of Feng Yuan's cultivation was consumed, and he couldn't recover for a while. He sat in Wangyou Palace for a few days, always thinking that one day his Xingru would come back to him again, but Xingru Never came again.

The weather in Jiuchongtian is getting better day by day, the south wind is warm, and the flowers are like rain. When he came to the Taixuan Pool, he raised his hand, and the water waves rose high. The sound bead fell into his palm, the surface was full of moist light, reflecting his pale face.

He remembered that day, because Xingru broke into Changqiu Palace and opened the document of destiny, he threw a handful of Tianyin beads into Taixuan Pond, and punished him to go into the pool to fish for the beads.

His Xingru doesn't like water so much, how could he be willing to force him to jump?

Some other images flashed through his mind. At that time, Xingru stood in front of the destiny document, with blood dripping from his chest, looking at himself with a sad expression.

He used his heart and soul, what did he read on it?

Didn't he know it was him then?

Could it be that he treated him too badly, that's why he jumped off Dengxiantai and never wanted him again.

He despises him, teases him, always thinking that the days will be long and he will always be here.

But in fact, it was just such a short blink of an eye, and he was gone.

What was Xingru thinking when she climbed to the top of Xiantai.

Meng Shu and Si Quan came to Wangyou Palace to see him a few times, and saw that he was always sitting quietly in front of the long desk with a pen in his hand, but he didn't put it down for a long time.

In a trance, Feng Yuan heard someone calling His Highness in his ear, he raised his head, looked around, and after a long time, he realized that this is not a human world, and his Xingru is gone.

He put down the slender brush in his hand, got up and left Wangyou Palace, came to Lingxiao Palace, found Jianwu, and said to him: "I want to go to the world."

Jian Wu didn't respond, Feng Yuan said again: "Give me the hoop fairy lock."

Seeing him like this, Jian Wu was also a little bit embarrassed, he asked Feng Yuan: "Feng Yuan, why are you doing this?"

Why should this be so?

Outside the window, there were Buddha mulberry flowers falling from the branches, and the moonlight flowers in Lingxiao Palace were blooming like snow, with a faint fragrance floating, Feng Yuan looked up at him, and asked him: "During the calamity, is there anything you can't forget? "

Jianwu was just like in the past, with an indifferent expression and a cold voice like the snow falling in front of the eaves in winter, he said to Feng Yuan: "The past and the past should all be paid for."

Feng Yuan laughed miserably, Jian Wu is like this now, isn't he what he looked like back then.

Just like that night in Ziwei Palace, his Xingru came to ask him if he owed him a love debt.

How did he tell him at that time, he said that the decades of going down to earth, to him, was just a fleeting dream.

What happened in the dream should be forgotten after waking up.

A fleeting dream...

If he knew what kind of dream it was then, he would rather be immersed in that dream and never wake up.

Jianwu glanced at him, shook his head and said: "With your current cultivation level, there is no need for a fairy lock."

Knowing that he agreed to this matter, Feng Yuan said lightly, "Thank you very much."

It was winter in the world at this time. There was a heavy snowfall a few days ago, and the upper deer hill was covered with snow, and the sun reflected on it, casting a little colorful halo. twice.

He walked on this vast plain, the white boulder was hidden in the snow, and a thin layer of ice formed on it, he walked slowly, thinking about what Xingru had done here in those years.

There is a temple at the crossroads ahead, standing on top of the remnant snow, the building is a bit crude, no one has repaired it for many years, many bricks and tiles have fallen from the roof of the temple, and a heavy rain in June can make it collapse.

Feng Yuan stopped and looked at it for a long time, feeling inexplicably sad in his heart, he found a passerby and asked her: "What kind of temple is this?"

The aunt glanced at him, saw that he was dressed luxuriously, wondered why he came to such a poor and remote place, and replied, "This is the Prince's Temple."

He asked again: "Which prince is enshrined inside?"

"It's not an offering, it's a blessing." The aunt smiled, glanced behind her, pushed a strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear, and said with some regret, "It's a pity that it's not working anymore. Listen to my grandpa , more than 100 years ago, at that time Qinghe Prince entered the Jialan Pagoda to pray for the people, and someone built this temple for him to pray for His Royal Highness. A bird can make a wish in my heart come true.”

Looking at the temple, Feng Yuan seemed to be in a daze, the aunt sighed, and continued: "Speaking of which, there was a big fire on Shangluqiu later, and the little red bird never appeared again."

He froze in place, as the icy wind brought the blizzard from all directions, and he was sealed in the ice and snow as if he had died.

Since he let go of the responsibility of the heavenly monarch, this world no longer needs him, and his Xingru is now gone alone.

He should have disappeared here with his Xingru.

Turn into wind, into rain, into a flower and a tree between heaven and earth.

Life after life, never separate again.

The aunt asked him, "Are you looking for someone here?"

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand, and a bit of residual snow blown by the wind fell on his palm. He smiled, just like a hundred years ago, and said to her: "He is no longer here."

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