Birdseye

If possible, Mengshu would like to help Fengyuan go to the depths of the fantasy sea to fetch the fruit of the emperor sang. Since he was born in this world, he has never been greatly sad or happy. For a person like him, even if he arrives Under the phantom sea, there will not be too sad things.

It's just that the fruit of the emperor's mulberry is inextricably linked to the red thread he will draw next, and no one can replace him except Feng Yuan himself.

The cold wind blows from the end of the Tianhe River, and the smoke and clouds on the immortal platform are like billows. The golden dragon perched on the stone pillar, looking down at everything on the platform, and Feng Yuan's fingers flickered with faint divine light.

Mengshu lowered his head and glanced, the divine light reflected the face of that Xingru Xianjun, he was sitting on the bed in a daze, the background behind him should be Wangyou Palace, and he didn't know when Feng Yuan would leave Below is such a scene.

In the past, he mistakenly thought that Feng Yuan and Xi Gu should have some fate, and he always had some prejudice against that Xingru Xianjun.

Thinking about it now, that little fairy clearly remembered everything and knew everything, but he watched Feng Yuan hold a master-apprentice ceremony for Xigu, watched him send the only awakening dream fruit to Xigu, watched Feng Yuan broke the meager fate with him, what was he thinking in his heart at that time?

Because I blamed him, I would often sprinkle some melon seeds in Ziwei Palace to tease him. Xingru Xianjun has a good temper and never got angry with him. He just silently cleaned up all the melon seeds with a broom, or Sometimes he was too lazy to move, so he used his power to crush those things into dust and let them float away with the wind.

Mengshu suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry. Although he didn't admire that little fairy, he finally understood Feng Yuan's pain at this time.

After a long time, he breathed out, the sun was nailed to the western sky, their shadows fell on the stone steps behind him, stretched very long, until they reached the bottom of the stone steps, he raised his hand and patted Feng Yuan's Shoulder: "If you really want to go to the Heartless Sea, you should restore your cultivation first."

Feng Yuan didn't make a sound, just looked at the boundless Dengxiantai.

Mengshu had already said all he could say, and he couldn't persuade him if he stayed any longer. He got up, left Dengxiantai, and walked back along the Tianhe River. If he turned around and looked back at Dengxiantai, You will find that Feng Yuan is no longer there.

Fengyuan came to Dengxiantai again. Since that day, there has been no dream hook here. The golden divine light flickered among the clouds, casting his shadow on these clouds. The wind blows gently, here A rare peace.

He stretched out his hand, stopped in mid-air, palm facing up, fingers slightly spread, and waited for a long time.

No one came.

What Mengshu said was right, even if the immortal jumped up to the immortal platform, even if his spirit was unstable, he should still leave some traces.

But he never found it.

Then can his Xingru come back again?

Where will his star be?

It’s raining in the sky, and the fine raindrops are dripping in the Milky Way, creating ripples and rippling circles, which wet a clump of Duheng grass. The peach blossoms in Qiantaoyuan have withered for many days, and now they are green The fruit, shaking his head against a few drops of rain in the rain.

A few days ago, Feng Yuan just jumped to the Immortal Terrace, and then entered the Wangchen Thunder Formation. If he went directly to the depths of the Illusory Sea like this, they would not have to wait for him to come back from the Heartless Sea. One day, burning a stick of incense for him in the ruthless sea is regarded as a memorial service.

Mengshu came to Ziwei Palace to take a look at him, and saw that he was not too confused, and understood that he would die if he went to Huanhai like this, he was not afraid of death, but he needed to grasp the last straw Only then did he know whether he should die or not.

Feng Yuan felt that the retreat was too slow, so he simply took some pills from Mengshu, and used them all without choosing.

Mengshu felt a little distressed when he saw it, he didn't know if it was because of those elixirs, or because of how Fengyuan ruined his body.

With such nonsense, he finally recovered [-]% of his cultivation base, but how much of this [-]% is true and how much is false, I don't know.

Si Quan and Jian Wu visited him a few times, but they didn't say anything. Who would have thought that the former co-lord of heaven and earth would one day torture himself into this appearance for a little monster, and Si Quan would occasionally look up. Looking at the Bodhi tree in Lingxi Palace, I laughed for a long time.

Mengshu was still worried about him, but he couldn't stop him anymore. All he could do was to accompany Feng Yuan to the Heartless Sea. He knew in his heart that if he couldn't find that Xingru Xianjun this time, it might be Feng Yuan who would not be able to find him. Yuanyuan is really going to belong to this world.

What is he doing, remembering that Xingru Xianjun?

Love is such a thing, it really hurts.

He remembered that when he came to the world a few years ago, he heard a play, in which he memorized a line for many years, and he has never forgotten it till now.

Love doesn't know where it started, and it goes deep. The living can die, and the dead can live.Those who cannot be born and die, and those who cannot be resurrected after death, are not the ultimate in love.

But that's all.

Mengshu sighed, wishing that he would never be tortured by this love.

In the heartless sea, whenever night falls, the mist of the phantom sea will diffuse from the end of the sky day after day, and all living beings will fall into a dream barrier. Xingru has lived in this place for a hundred years.

After a hundred years, he finally ended this long torture.

Then, he landed on Sendai.

Is it because being in the Immortal Realm is more intolerable than being in the Heartless Sea?

Feng Yuan looked down at his chest, the wound was almost healed, but a few days ago it opened again for no reason, it didn't hurt, it just felt bitter.

Mengshu said from the side: "The rest of the roads, you have to go by yourself. I don't know what the Empress Sang is like under the phantom sea. You have to be careful."

There are some legends about Empress Sang, but no one knows if it is true or not, and no one will deliberately go there to experience the most painful past in the world.

Feng Yuan's expression was calm, but he looked a bit like the old days, he said to Meng Shu: "Thank you very much."

Mengshu looked at him and didn't speak any more.

The sky was gloomy, and the mist that would not dissipate floated all year round on the phantom sea. The waves rolled and dissipated like snow. The abyss of wind stepped into the sea. He walked slowly, but in an instant, he was submerged in the cold sea water to the top of his head and disappeared. In Mengshu's eyes.

That time in the Nine Serenity Realm, he was buried under the boundless seawater for eternity just like today.

He also began to understand why he looked at him like that in the Nine Nether Realm.

After all, he was many years late.

There was darkness everywhere, Feng Yuan raised his hand, holding up a beam of light like lightning, his figure was floating in the sea water, because the water also contained the breath of the Empress Sang, so the surrounding illusions were blurred, some were him, some were like stars. .

He walked extremely fast, but in a short while he came to the depths of the fantasy sea, where the Empress Sang stood tall and straight, with luxuriant branches and leaves, lush and lush, propped up high like a canopy, but there was no grass growing all around, only the five-colored brilliance fell. barrier.

Feng Yuan stood outside the barrier, the icy sea water wrapped his whole body, some buds appeared on the branches of the emperor mulberry, which had not yet bloomed.

He put away the divine light at his fingertips, and stepped into this barren land. There was a crisp sound in his ear, and the barrier burst like glass in an instant. The brilliance was as bright as the sun and the moon. The sound of chanting echoed endlessly in his ears, tens of thousands of years were in front of his eyes, from the beginning of the world to the day when he let go of the responsibility of the heavenly king, Feng Yuan seemed to have not seen it, and continued to look at the emperor Sang. go.

The pictures flowed, and some years later, he was sitting in front of the long desk in the Changqiu Palace, resting his chest on one hand, and casually discussing with Mengshu about his calamity, a few days passed, and he came to the world like this , became Dayin's Prince Highness.

He met Xingru and left him again.

In the 16th year of Ximing Dynasty, Ji Huaizhou died in the Jialan Pagoda, but the picture did not return to the sky with him, and he saw Xingru again on it.

Feng Yuan even thought somewhat comfortingly that the illusion of Empress Sang was actually good, at least it would allow him to see him again.

He watched Xingru break into the palace and ambush him, watched him cry in front of the national teacher, and finally sat on the upper deer hill, carefully selected the most beautiful tail feather, pulled it out, and gave it to him A grand fireworks was set off.

So day after day, year after year.

In 76, he didn't know that his highness had already died, so he just sat on the upper deer hill like that, and every time the dusk fell, he would pull out a feather and set off a fireworks display.

Feng Yuan finally knew why he didn't have such feathers.

But when I saw his original form for the first time many years later, I despised him for being so ugly.

Until the sixth year of Jiaping, the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

That day should also be Ji Huaizhou's birthday.

Xingru looked much happier than before, with a long-lost smile on his face. He changed into a nice new clothes for himself, tied his long hair neatly behind his head, and inserted a white jade Hairpin, he is waiting to reunite with His Royal Highness.

He still doesn't know that his highness is long gone.

The branches and leaves of the emperor mulberry turned over, and there was a light-colored brilliance entangled with the trunk and climbed up. It shook the leaves gently, and then thin red branches hung down, like a red silk hanging from a tree. The world changed in an instant It looks like Feng Yuan came to the Jialan Tower a hundred years ago, and watched Xingru burn all his feathers and feathers in order to break the restriction of the Jialan Tower.

He vaguely knew what was going to happen, but was imprisoned in place, watching all this, powerless.

Xingru followed Nahuo to the Nagaran Pagoda, but he failed to see his Highness after all.

He stood there in a daze, listening to the monk with the scarlet head saying that he was no longer there, and took the remaining bruise from the monk's hand. After crying and laughing for a long time, he suddenly raised his head and swallowed all the bruise. It entered the mouth, and then burned the entire upper deer hill with a rootless fire.

The pagoda fell, the mirror lake dried up, and everything withered and burned.

"Should be punished into the heartless sea, and be punished for a hundred years." After a long time, a cold voice sounded from outside the sky.

Xingru was sitting under the Garan Pagoda, the world was silent, as if all the sounds had been swallowed by a huge monster, and when it rained, he fell down, with blood dripping from his eyes.

Feng Yuan finally broke through the shackles around him at this moment, he staggered to Xingru's side, knelt down on the ground, brushed his trembling hands over his cold face, and called him: "Xingru... "

The rain fell on his body, like a knife blade falling from the sky, shattering his flesh and blood.

The sound of rumbling thunder suddenly sounded from the sky, and there was an electric light raining down on his back, slashing hard on his back. Back then, it was his ray of spirit that blocked the thunder, and now the thunder fell on him again. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

He is not sad for these pains, what is sad for him is that his Xingru has also experienced such suffering.

He hugged Xingru in his arms, lowered his head, and kissed his eyes.

"My Xingru..."

He finally knew the whole story of the past six years in Jiaping.

He once wished his stars to be healthy and happy every year.

But in the end, Xingru suffered all the sufferings in this world because of him.

He knew nothing.

"Xingru..." He picked him up from the ground and coaxed him, "I'm back, I'll take you home, okay?"

Xingru couldn't hear it, his snow-white clothes were stained with bright red blood, his eyes were staring blankly at the sky, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Yuan hugged him, and walked slowly along the path from under the Garan Pagoda. The hibiscus tree in Jinghu swayed its bare branches in the wind, and the golden sunlight passed through the thick clouds, pouring down the warm radiance all over the place. He said softly: "Let's go home, Xingru, I planted another sycamore tree outside the yard, and I also planted many grapes that you like."

"I lied to you before, and I keep all the gadgets you bought back, just in the cabinet in the study."

"Also, I carved a small figure out of wood in the Jialan Tower, which is very similar to you, and there is still a little left to finish."

"I actually like Xingru to come to my dream."

"I have no idea……"

"I'm sorry, Xingru..."

……

His voice was choked, his throat seemed to be filled with bitter coptis, and he couldn't say anything else.

In fact, he can't do anything, just like the dead Ji Huaizhou back then.

The emerald green branches and leaves of the Empress Sang slowly stretch out, the red fruit emits an attractive luster in the darkness, and the buds on the branches bloom quietly.

The fragrance is striking, and the flowers bloom like blood.

With every step he took, the rain fell again.

He seems to have walked for thousands of years, and this road will never end.