Birdseye

The aunt has gone far away, only this vast snowfield is left in Fengyuan's sight, the mountains are endless, the water of Jinghu Lake has been frozen for a long time, reflected in the sun like a vast silver mirror, the hibiscus trees by the lake have long withered and are bare The branches trembled slightly in the wind, and some shadows fell on the crystal white snow, like a long freehand painting.

He walked into the temple in front of him. It had not been taken care of for many years, and it was dilapidated. Half of the curtains on the altar table were dragged on the ground, and there were mud marks from being trampled on. Scattered by the wind, the rats gnawed the futon on the ground until it looked bad, and the beam above the head was almost broken and crumbling.

There are no god statues or memorial tablets here, only a stone carving of a bird, which is not too old, but the red paint on it has fallen off a bit, and it is placed on the side of the altar, which should have been done by the people here after he left. he did.

It's his Xingru.

Feng Yuan smiled, walked over, stretched out his hand, and stroked its head.

"I'm back, Xingru." He said softly.

He came back too late, so his Xingru ignored him.

In the past, even if his star was angry again, he could always coax him well.

This time, he didn't know how he could coax him back.

He looked at it for a long time, finally squatted down, took a veil, carefully wiped off the dust on the bird, stroked the tail feathers behind it, and kissed its forehead.

Like many years ago.

But his Xingru will never plunge into his arms together like before.

Suddenly there was a strong wind outside, and the remaining snow was rolled up all over the ground. Countless small snow particles were flying under the dazzling sunlight.

When he came out of the temple, the wind had stopped and there was no sound from the sky and the earth. He walked along the road in front of him through the upper deer hill, where the Garan Pagoda stood tall. It collapsed into ruins a hundred years ago, and then stood up again, as if these Nothing has changed in years.

He walked all the way to the Jialan Tower, thinking about those years, when the restriction of the Jialan Tower was not lifted, did Xingru often look here on the upper deer hill.

What was he thinking at that time?Did he know he was dead?

Since the fire a hundred years ago, there is no one here anymore. He raised his hand to hold the door knocker, and with a creak, the wooden door in front of him was pulled open, and a lot of dust fell from the top of his head, and he never avoided it. , just walked into the Garan Tower.

He stepped on the long wooden ladder, the corridor was dimly lit, there were many cobwebs in the corners, the faint sound of insects and ants was in his ears, the place was cold and gloomy.

He came to the highest floor, pushed open the door of the room, and the lacquered gold Buddha statue was sitting there as it was a hundred years ago, with lowered eyebrows, just like the compassion of the past, the vermilion pillars were full of wormholes, leaving a puddle on the ground Dark red blood.

In the 16th year of Ximing, he died here on the third night of March.

Before he died, he saw a heavy rain and fireworks in full bloom in the heavy rain.

Now thinking that he saw Xingru again on Shangluqiu after the catastrophe, Xingru should have given him the fireworks.

In the past, Xingru told himself that it was he who burned and broke the restriction of the Jialan Tower for fun, and he believed him at that time, but now that he thinks about it, this incident probably has something to do with him.

He must always know the real reason why he burned here.

It's just that many years ago, the people involved in this incident are no longer there, and he has no way of finding out.

It was God's will, even though he was once the master of this world, he was still helpless.

He jumped down from the high tower, the wind howled, and the wailing from more than a hundred years ago sounded in his ears again, the sound was shrill and endless.

At that time, he heard the voice in Jiuchongtian, asked about the cause and effect, and just said lightly: "Let's deal with it according to the laws of heaven."

So his Xingru was punished into the merciless sea and suffered a hundred years of torture. Even after a hundred years, he was still trapped in the dream barrier of the mist of the imaginary sea and could not escape.

For a hundred years, he didn't know anything, and he was still a high god who had no desires or desires.

Until many years later, they talked about it again,

He asked him again, do you know your mistake?

What was Xingru thinking when he heard this?

That night in the Palace of Wangyou, the euphyllum flowers were in full bloom, the flimsy snow-white flakes stretched out like jade, the glazed palace lantern pierced through the long night, and Xingru's gray eyes were covered with thin mist. He cried for a long time and also laughed for a long time.

He didn't understand then why he was laughing.

Feng Yuan sat under the Garan Pagoda, looking up at the sky, there was fine snow falling from the sky, and after a while his long hair scattered behind his head was covered with a layer of silver white, he had never aged, but his head was turning gray at this moment.

After a long while, he also sneered and laughed, he was really funny, that's why he made everything look so desolate today.

Their fate is superficial, and it has been like this since the moment he died in Jialan Tower.

The ray of soul he left before his memories disappeared in the Wangchen Thunder Formation carried the catastrophe for Xingru. Dissipated, the remaining soul attached to the eye he gave to Xingru, and a new soul was born after a hundred years.

If only then...if only then he could find him.

However, this is his delusion after all. He can make the Jialan Tower stand upside down and the mirror lake regenerate after drying up, but after all, he can't turn back the time and return to the time when everything hadn't started.

Feng Yuan fell under the Garan Pagoda, closed his eyes, and let the endless snowstorm bury him.

In the dream, he was lying on the rocking chair, the sunlight passed through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows, Xingru was lying in his arms, his eyes were red, he put his arms around his neck, raised his head and said to him: "Your Highness, I miss you."

Feng Yuan moved his lips, wanting to say to him that I miss you too, but before he could say anything, Xing Ru got up from him.

"But I'm in too much pain..." Xingru looked down at him with a sad expression.

Feng Yuan's heart seemed to be tied round and round by a thin silk thread, someone pulled the end of the thread to tighten the thread instantly, and in an instant the heart was torn apart into carrion soaked in bitter water.

He wanted to tell his Xingru, don't be hurt anymore, he has come back.

But he couldn't speak, he could only hear Xingru say to himself, "Your Highness, I don't want you anymore."

Then he watched him dissipate and disappear into his eyes.

When he woke up again, he had returned to heaven.

After all, no one knows about this old incident under the Garan Pagoda more than a hundred years ago.

When Mengshu came over, he looked at Feng Yuan sitting on the Dengxiantai, he lowered his head, his fingertips flickered slightly, his eyes fell on the Dengxiantai, and he didn't know where to look.

He was startled when he saw this scene, and almost rushed over to hug Feng Yuan, but then he thought that the dream hook under Dengxiantai had already turned into dust and smoke under Feng Yuan's Kunwu sword, even if he jumped down now, There will be nothing.

It's just that Feng Yuan is like this, he always feels that one day he will suddenly return to heaven and earth with that Xing Ruxian Jun, this premonition is especially strong these few days.

Most of the gods of the past have passed away, and after tens of thousands of years, there are only four of them left. If there is one less, they will not even be able to complete a round of Pai Gow, Mengshu thought bitterly.

He stared at Feng Yuan for a while, and suddenly said in shock: "What are you doing?"

Only then did he realize that the divine light in Feng Yuan's hand was transformed by his cultivation base, and there was not much cultivation base left in his body, and when it was exhausted, if there was a slight difference, he could return to heaven.

Feng Yuan smiled gently and said: "I'm afraid he'll be bored, so I'll give him some gadgets he used to like."

This body's cultivation is useless, before becoming a feather, he should leave a little happiness for his Xingru.

Mengshu sighed, he actually still doesn't understand why he just remembered an old thing, and he honed himself into what he is today.

How much does he like that Xingru Xianjun?

Just 20 years of memory will cover everything in the past.

Mengshu persuaded him: "You are not the only one. Apart from this catastrophe, you still have tens of thousands of years of past and prosperity."

"The tens of thousands of years you mentioned are just like a passing day to me. I would rather I have always been his highness," Feng Yuan paused, and added, "At least it won't It made him so sad afterwards."

Mengshu thought for a while, and said to Feng Yuan: "Or maybe, when he saw you, he didn't only feel sad in his heart. You are the god of the heavens, and it's better than your reincarnation in the human world."

Feng Yuan didn't say a word, if he was reincarnated in the human world, he would definitely not have the arrogance of the gods, and those inexplicable prejudices against him, seeing him like that, maybe he would say something cute about him.

It's just that it doesn't make any sense to say these now.

Mengshu sat down beside Feng Yuan, and said to him: "I thought about it for you a few days ago, even if that Xingru Xianjun jumped to the immortal platform, he shouldn't have dissipated so cleanly, maybe... maybe There are other opportunities, and the two of you can meet again."

The movements of Feng Yuan's hands paused for a moment, the divine light flashed slightly, and disappeared in silence.

Seeing that he listened in, Mengshu continued: "In the depths of the illusory sea of ​​the Heartless Sea, there is a tree called the Empress Sang, which blooms every 5000 years and bears fruit every 5000 years. If you can take out its fruit, Maybe I can re-engage your red line."

There are some things that Mengshu didn't say to Feng Yuan.

If you want to pull the red line, you need that Xingru Xianjun is still there.

What he said just now was just his guess, but no one knows what happened to that Xingru Xianjun.

He said this just to give Feng Yuan hope.

He said to Feng Yuan: "No matter what, if you want to go to the depths of the fantasy sea, you have to restore your cultivation first."

The Empress Sang was born in the depths of the Illusory Sea, and the mist of the Illusory Sea diffused from the branches and leaves of this tree. This tree is best at weaving illusions, and it is more frightening than the Illusory Sea Fog.

The mist of the Illusory Sea can only ingest pain from personal memory and turn it into a dream, but Empress Sang can manipulate the memories of all beings in the Heartless Sea.

Those who have experienced and missed, it can always find the most painful moment in the hearts of all beings.