The bright moon sits on the ground

What happened after that? Xu Lang couldn't remember clearly.

When he came to his senses again, Lin'an was already far away.

He was sitting on a wagon full of haystacks. The wooden wagon swayed and bumped on the uneven dirt road. He was in a daze for a long time. When he looked back, the driver was still humming an unknown song. Son,? It seems like he is enjoying himself.

From the day Xu Lang left Kunlun, until now, 20 days have passed.

The vision in the sky lasted for a long time, so long that the emperor hurriedly summoned the Taoist priests into the palace, and urged the priests to guess what the sudden scene meant. Is it a natural disaster? Is it a man-made disaster? cause and effect.

No one knows,? That is indeed a catastrophe,? But it does not belong to mortals, but to the other side of the cloud.

So what does it have to do with him?Xu Lang laughed at himself, "He has already been driven away, what's the point of going back?"

What's more,? He is just a mortal, without even the slightest aura in his body, and those little tricks used to survive in this world are useless. Destiny, he is like an ant.

Xu Lang frowned, earnestly looking for excuses to persuade himself, then overturned, continued to persuade, and overturned again.

So, he had to admit that he wanted to go back, from the towering pitch-black mountain range, from the eternal door that stayed there forever, back to Kunlun, back to the fairyland, to confirm with his own eyes In the end what happened.

On the second day when the stars turned and the flames raged, the sky was clear and the spring breeze was warm.

Perhaps it was because the weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly, so the fires and faint loud noises that appeared in the sky from time to time were not so frightening. In the dark night, there were a few stars and a half of light, which were very obvious, but it was different in the daytime. neglect.

Xu Lang asked the coachman, "Old man, don't you feel scared when you are born with visions?"

The coachman stopped the little song he was humming, cleared his hoarse voice, and said casually, "Don't be afraid."

The dirt road was too rough, the carriage was bumpy, and even the driver's voice trembled, but his tone was completely calm.

Xu Lang was really curious, and couldn't help but continue to ask: "Aren't you afraid that this is an impending natural disaster?"

The driver smiled and said, "Young man, you are too pessimistic. Even if the natural disaster comes tomorrow, what does it have to do with us?"

"Those things." The coachman stretched out a finger and pointed to the sky, "Only the royal nobles would care about it."

Xu Lang originally wanted to ask more questions, but after thinking about it, he felt it was unnecessary, shook his head with a smile, and changed his words: "Old man, I grew up in Lin'an, but I have never heard of the song you sang just now." , if you don’t mind the trouble, can you teach me?”

The driver's accent was very heavy, not pure Lin'an dialect. Xu Lang heard him sing it again, and then he heard it clearly.

"The husband of heaven and earth is the reverse journey of all things."

There were a few more noises from the sky, from south to north, like something passing by, scalding the flowing clouds and making the sound of burning firewood.

"The man of time is the passer-by of a hundred generations."

Xu Lang closed his eyes slightly, pressed his fingers on the wooden board under his body, and tapped lightly in response.

"And life is like a dream, what's the point of joy—Huh?"

Xu Lang opened his eyes, there was still a little hazy darkness around his vision, which gradually faded away after a while, he covered the brighter sunlight, supported the carriage with the other hand, turned back and looked in the direction of the coachman, but saw him As if attracted attention, he looked towards the sky.

He followed the coachman's eyes to look up, the scorching sun made him unable to open his eyes, squeezed out a drop or two of pain from the corner of his eyes.

The wind blew away the remaining clouds, tearing apart the sky, and the thousands of miles of floating clouds were blown to the sides, revealing a clear sky like a lake.

The eye-catching flames were extinguished, the beating of drums stopped abruptly, and the world fell into silence for a moment.The next moment, there was an ear-piercing and sharp sound, which was the last thunderclap, with a sting, and the end sound was cut off, and there has been no sound since then.

Xu Lang lost his words, just watched, the afterglow of the scorching sun became dim, and he could even see the figures of the bright moon and the stars.

But the coachman quickly looked away, stretched out his thin fingers, and squeezed them slightly in the air, as if he also took the sound of the wind into his hands. After a while, he sighed and said to Xu Lang: "It's going to rain, We have to find a place to shelter from the rain."

Xu Lang felt his throat tighten.The rain did fall very quickly, fine and dense, it was a light rain on a sunny day, scattered all over the world, like beads with a broken thread, falling from the clouds - he suddenly remembered what Bai Xuan said before a sentence.

"When the gods fall, they turn into mountains and rivers and rocks, and turn into a shower on a sunny day in the world."

The coachman rolled the carriage aside, covered the haystack with a cloth, and simply had nothing to do, so he went to feed the horses on his legs.

He saw the young man who was even acquainted with himself standing in the rain, he didn't want to avoid it, maybe the rain wasn't too heavy, if it wasn't for the haystacks he was transporting, he wouldn't usually take shelter from the rain, but the driver thought , why does this person look so lonely?

Just as the coachman was thinking, he heard the man slowly start humming the song he sang before.

The words are the same, but the tune is different. It is like the tune used when offering sacrifices in the imperial temple of nobles. It is long, profound, and solemn, not as free and easy as he sang before. This song is like a bell ringing.

The coachman sat down on the ground, put his fingers on his knees, and tapped lightly again and again.

He didn't ask the young man why he sang the song of the previous dynasty, and he didn't need to ask if he wanted to, he just had to be a listener.

After singing the song, the person who had been standing in the rain for a long time opened his eyes again, turned around and looked at the coachman. From a distance, through a layer of rain curtain, he folded his sleeves and bowed, and said loudly: "Old man, thank you for driving me this journey. I will walk the rest of the way by myself."

The coachman didn't hold back either, he waved his hand and said, "Goodbye."

Xu Lang also said, "Goodbye."

It has been raining for a long time.

Or, it was not that the rain lasted for a long time, but that it rained one after another, and the next rain came quickly, so it never stopped.

The road is muddy, like a swamp, pulling people down; the rice fields are covered with a thick layer of stagnant water, and the emerald green is soaked into a hazy color by the rain; under the embankment, the water rises and the boat rises. Undercurrent, extremely dangerous.

When Xu Lang arrived at that remote small village, the oil-paper umbrella he bought along the way had been blown to pieces by the wind.

Xu Lang stretched his body and found a place to put down the oil-paper umbrella. The moon is not full tonight, and there is no light everywhere. What's more, the stars and the moon are covered by dark clouds. All the mountains melt into the night.

It came, but the closer he got, the more worried he became.

That time was because of Chu Lang's fall, he was accidentally involved in it, and was able to enter Kunlun, but now, the door to Kunlun is closed, Bai Xuan and Liang Kunwu probably don't know that he is coming back, even if they know, they It might not even open the door...

Holding the idea that "the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge", Xu Lang gritted his teeth and set foot on this silent mountain again.

Fortunately, tonight is not a full moon, so those rocks will not wake up.

Unfortunately, without them to guide the way, Xu Lang walked around for a long time without finding the way.

The door seemed to have been taken away by someone, without warning, it disappeared out of thin air.

Xu Lang walked to the place where his legs were weak, but he couldn't find any trace. He couldn't help feeling annoyed, so he sat down and rested for a while, calculating the time and calculating when the next full moon would come. There is nothing wrong with it.

This catastrophe can be seen from the human world, so far, he doesn't think the situation in the fairy world is so good.

This journey was full of wind and rain, and no matter how strong Xu Lang's body was, he couldn't stand such a toss. He only felt a sudden pain in his temples, a tightness in his chest, sleepy and tired, and if someone pushed him behind, he could directly Fall asleep.

It has been raining for too long, and the nostrils are full of the smell of vegetation and mud. When the raindrops fall into the mouth, there is always a smell of blood.

Xu Lang stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops, looked at it for a while, then closed it in his palm again, enduring the soreness, and reluctantly stood up.

Since he chose to come back, he had prepared for the worst.

If you can't find a way to enter Kunlun, just wait.

If Bai Xuan drove him away again, he would not say anything and would only ignore Bai Xuan's words.

He will not turn back until he hits the south wall.

Xu Lang regretted that he didn't find a strong wooden stick when he went up the mountain. Even if he supported half of his legs, he wouldn't be so tired. He drooped his face and complained full of complaints. Stepping towards the depths of the mountain.

For some reason, a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, it was the sentence Liang Kunwu said when he left Kunlun.

"The right to choose is always in your hands."

It was not enough to say it once, and he had to say it a second time, and a third time, which made his cochlea ringing.

Xu Lang collected himself, forced himself to calm down, and thought carefully why Liang Kunwu would say such a thing.

The "choice" he mentioned, combined with the situation at the time, Liang Kunwu should refer to Xu Lang's going or staying.

So, what about the phrase "always in your hands"?

At first, Xu Lang thought Liang Kunwu meant that he had the right to choose whether to stay or not.

Now that I think about it, it doesn't seem to be the case, Xu Lang thought, he thought too deeply about this sentence, and Liang Kunwu's words were clearly express, but he just thought it was a hint, he thought it was something intangible, it belonged to Liang Kunwu Metaphor, but...

But what Liang Kunwu said "is in your hands" means literally, without any euphemistic rhetoric.

Xu Lang muttered, no, it couldn't be what he thought, but this is the only conjecture that is in line with common sense.

He hesitated for a while, tentatively, put his hand on the lapel of his chest, and asked softly, "Are you still there?"

Among the inconspicuous and complicated patterns, a golden light emerged, as if responding to his words, it moved slowly on the skirt.

Xu Lang's eyes widened immediately - he thought that Liang Kunwu had already taken it away when he left Kunlun.

At that time, the crystal left by Chu Lang shattered, and there was nothing on Xu Lang's body that could cover up his aura. He happened to be going to the Star Palace again, so before leaving, Liang Kunwu handed over a dagger to Xu Lang. He, told him carefully, let him take good care of it.

Compared with other weapons, it is particularly special in that it can be turned into an inconspicuous pattern on weekdays.

Xu Lang grabbed the skirt of his clothes, amused and annoyed, and asked it through gritted teeth, "Why haven't you moved?"

Although this thing was contaminated with spiritual energy and could understand human nature, it couldn't answer him, turned around and slipped away from under his hands.

Then, when the pattern moved into the air and turned into that unpretentious dagger, the earth shook and the mountains shook. Xu Lang searched hard for the door all night, and the door leading to Kunlun Mountain rushed towards him. It came, emerged from the ground, and lay before his eyes.

At the next moment, with the three patterns symbolizing Kunlun Palace, Xuanpu Hall, and Langfengcen as the center, with a diameter of three inches, the knife and ax opened up a complete circle, strange sparks splashed out of the cracks, and the stone pillar slowly and the earth rose up, revealing the depression in the pillar.

Before Xu Lang could see it clearly, the dagger flew to the stone pillar of the Kunlun Palace, and with a click, it fit perfectly into the depression.

On such a chaotic night, the gate leading to the fairy world opened to a mortal again quietly.

The author has something to say: The one who is the husband of heaven and earth is the reverse journey of all things;But life is like a dream, how can you be happy?

——Li Bai's Preface to the Spring Festival Banquet in Peach and Plum Garden