The bright moon sits on the ground

That was what happened after confirming the prophecy in the Pearl with my own eyes.

The astrolabe has been brewing for several months, and it took longer than before, and finally gave a response——

The star palace collapsed, Kunlun fell, the fire of Yanyun Mountain scorched the dome, the golden bow of laurel moon was broken into pieces among the snake scales everywhere, the brilliance of the square open sky mirror became dim, leaving only a blue feather, The fall of the immortals completely broke the last rule.

Bai Xuan didn't tell Xu Lang and Liang Kunwu about the scene in the Pearl. He vaguely remembered who said that he was very stubborn, forbearing and introverted, and always liked to hide it. All solved.

Fortunately, they all had great patience with him, and they also trusted each other with sincerity. If he didn't say anything, they wouldn't ask.

After that, Bai Xuan locked himself in the cave and did not show up for a long time.Xu Lang and Liang Kunwu probably also noticed something. Occasionally, an invitation card was handed over to Kunlun, and it was Liang Kunwu who took it, and Xu Lang's turbulent temper, didn't sneak into Xuanputang to occupy his Mochizuki again. The pavilion is gone, and Xuanpu Hall is as quiet and lifeless as it has been for thousands of years.

It wasn't until Feixue knocked on the window lattice that it crackled, that he woke up like a big dream, and pulled out from the long contemplation.

The wind and snow outside the window are raging, looking up, it seems that the sky and the earth have faded and condensed in a thin layer of frost.Bai Xuan pushed open the window, and the cold wind rushed in immediately, driving away the dull atmosphere, only a few muffled sounds could be heard, it was snow falling down the window sill, mixed in the vast expanse of white snow, Buried by the snowflakes falling one after another, the difference will soon be indistinguishable.

The blizzard that almost engulfed Kunlun did not drive away the scalding pain in his body.

Bai Xuan stood in front of the window, letting the bitter cold wind pour into his half-opened skirt, blowing up his sleeves, revealing the blue-black lines on his chest, the lines were slowly wriggling, converging into a The shape of the vines is like splashed ink in the snow.

He couldn't waste any more time, he thought, Gu Teng's backlash was too fast, and time was running out.

Guteng is rooted in the heart, even a slight breath will pull the chest and bring tearing pain. Although Kunlun is cold and quiet, the flame in his heart is always screaming silently. Burst out hot sparks.

Bai Xuan lit a fire to melt the remaining snow on the window sill, and a puddle of water lay there, illuminating the dim sky.

Not long ago, after several months of discussions between Baixuan and Dijun, they finally chose to use the human world as a hiding place for a short time.

And Baixuan's impression of the human world is only in that rainstorm in Lin'an.

He couldn't figure out what it would be like for the immortals to fall to the human world, and how they would be awakened when the evil energy in the heavens dissipated, leaving their mortal wombs and returning to the immortal world.Someone will always come to do these things, but he can't support that time.

Bai Xuan sighed secretly, gathered up his clothes, hid the ominous imprint, and then stepped out of Xuanpu hall.

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to relax and get rid of that gloomy mood, so he left without telling Xu Lang and Liang Kunwu. Perhaps it was because he had something on his mind that he didn't realize until he looked up at the scene around him. I came to the world unconsciously, the willows on the river bank were still as before, and the bells of Nanping Temple seemed broken and indistinct amidst the noise of the crowd.

If this is what Xu Lang is all about, it's not difficult to understand his restless and fussy temper.

This scene was really too noisy and lively, Baixuan couldn't stand it anymore, no one noticed his figure after all, he only focused on looking at the misty mist in the West Lake, so he took a step back, disappeared, and completely merged into the shadow of the whirling trees , turned around and left.

After leaving Lin'an, Bai Xuan did not return to the heavenly realm, but walked aimlessly in the human world, occasionally stopping for a while.

He saw that the royal family and nobles used wine as a pool, and meat as a forest. Outside the bricks and tiles made of jade, along the hundreds of miles along the road, starvation was everywhere, and the bones were piled up. Only jackdaws would stay here for a long time; he saw that his heart was like ashes. The famous chivalrous man gave up his false fame, retired to the mountains, took cranes as his friends, and never cared about the affairs of the rivers and lakes;

He also saw the officials opening granaries to release grain during the flood, and the people wanted to build shrines for him, but he didn't talk about the merits and deeds, but only about what should be done; he also saw the old man with gray temples sharpening his sword, Entering the world calmly, quelling the turmoil in the world, he didn't realize that he had disappeared long ago when his name was mentioned by others; he also saw a young man from a poor family secretly stuffing new clothes into a beggar who was naked.

Looking from the heaven to the human world, separated by thousands of feet of clouds and mist, I can't see the real thing. I always feel that it is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, and it is difficult to empathize with them.

Now, although there is still a layer of veil, it is much clearer than before.Bai Xuan thought, those crying, laughing and cursing were all very close, and the emotions were too intense, he just watched quietly like this, although he couldn't understand the emotions they felt, he gradually understood one thing: the difference between gods and mortals The reason, in the final analysis, is based on the length of life.

Ordinary life is short, and decades pass by in a hurry. When friends part, it is difficult to guarantee that when they meet again, Yin and Yang are separated, so there is a feeling of parting; either they are greedy for pleasure, or benefit their children and grandchildren, so they are eager to seek wealth; Kyushu is vast and extremely poor. Life may not be exhausted, so I feel joy because of some insignificant scenes; beautiful people are easy to lose and hard to find, and confidantes are even harder to find, so I made a momentum to describe love vigorously, as if only this medicine is missing, the key to life. Misery is hard to cure.

But immortals have a long lifespan, and everything they should have is innate, so they have no desires and desires, and their emotions are weak.

Bai Xuan continued to think along the train of thought, the gods fell to the mortal world and reborn into mortal wombs, when the long life suddenly becomes short, all kinds of emotions follow, just like a person who is used to drinking spring water suddenly drinks strong wine, at first I feel spicy in my mouth, and after I get used to it, it will be difficult to go back to drink the tasteless spring water, so I can't let the immortals fall into samsara, I must wake them up as soon as possible...

So, who should this matter be passed on to?He thought, who can do these things under the watchful eye of the world's laws?

This question was lingering in Bai Xuan's mind, and he wanted to ask him for an answer before he would give up. He spent a lot of time thinking and trying to come up with an answer, but every time he ended in failure.In a blink of an eye, he had stayed in the world for five days.

It was meaningless to continue to stay in the human world, Bai Xuan did not hesitate at all, and soon decided to return to the heavenly realm.

The cloud was cold, and the new wind was blowing, rolled up his sleeve robe, and rolled up in mid-air, like entangled white pythons. When he looked down, the mortals on the ground were like ants. To him, the rivers and mountains stretching for thousands of miles were like ants. It can be passed with a snap of the fingers——However, Bai Xuan felt something, stopped, followed the smell of blood and looked over, what he saw was the scene of blood flowing into a river.

There are often wars in the world. It is really normal for people to sing and sing every night here, and families to be destroyed and displaced elsewhere.

Bai Xuan thought of Xu Lang.He knew that Xu Lang used to be named Wanzhu, surnamed Ji, and lived in Prince Ji's mansion. From the few words of others, it can be known that Prince Ji's mansion was the royal family of the previous dynasty, the old king fled, and the throne fell on King Ji. Being asked to be beheaded by the current emperor... At that time, was Xu Lang like this, dripping blood, stepping over the bones, and left Lin'an in despair?

He caressed the cold antler mask on his face, his thoughts moved slightly, he lowered his figure, and fell down.

This place has obviously just gone through a cruel and long battle, the blood contains the last bit of vitality, the blade has lost its owner, and the evil spirit gradually fades away, showing another desolate and lonely scene, like It was crying silently.

Xu Lang was born in the royal family, so I'm afraid he often sees this kind of scene. Bai Xuan thought slowly, no wonder Xu Lang didn't show any fear when he touched the secret of Kunlun. Reaction.

This lonely scene is very similar to that of Kunlun, but completely different.

The killing of immortals is just to free those gods who are swallowed by evil spirits, while the killing of mortals is just for the sake of plunder.

Bai Xuan once didn't understand why Xu Lang would rather withdraw his edge and become a mediocre person in the eyes of the world.Xu Lang's answer at that time was "Why should this river and mountain be stained with blood again", and said, "There are too many stories in this world that have no ending. A beginning does not necessarily have an end, and some revenge does not need to be avenged"... If you experience it personally Too much, feeling bored, and wanting to leave is also a matter of course.

Like himself, he thought, he was never for a single moment proud of his status as "The Executioner."

It is not a happy thing to adjudicate good and evil, and dominate the life and death of others. From the moment he shouldered this identity, the gods in this world have retreated one after another. Thinking that they will die in his hands one day, they are terrified, lest they avoid it. Bai Xuan might have had a heart of compassion at the beginning, but in the end, with too much blood stained, that sporadic kindness was wiped out.

The identity of Immortal Lord Langfeng was originally imposed on Xu Lang by him, and Bai Xuan couldn't help but sigh slightly after thinking about it.

What he did was tantamount to putting new shackles on the man who had just escaped from the cage and depriving him of his freedom.

Also, unlike gods, if mortals get involved, if they are a little careless, they will end up in a frenzy, and they will not even have the chance to step into reincarnation.Gu Teng's backlash is getting worse and worse. Bai Xuan's eyes are getting worse day by day, and now he can barely make out the surrounding scene from the chaos. In the future, he may not even recognize who is in front of him. If he He happened to be with Xu Lang when he was devoured by the evil spirit, and Xu Lang was completely defenseless against him, and he would be torn apart and eaten in an instant.

Bai Xuan's thoughts were floating and sinking, his brows were furrowed tightly, all kinds of thoughts were hard to get rid of, dragging his chest, causing tearing pain.

He collected himself, and was about to turn around and leave, when suddenly there was a faint beating sound in this long-lost ruined land, and the word "weak" might not be appropriate to describe it, it was like a Occasionally twirling thin lines, slow and low-cut, did not show any clues until Bai Xuan approached, as if trying to hold him back, whispering softly, trying to hold back his footsteps.

No one has ever dared to hinder the footsteps of this Xuanpu Immortal, let alone such a weak and fragile thing that shatters at the touch.

Bai Xuan hesitated for a moment, and he didn't know why, maybe it was his fate, which aroused his interest, so he stopped, changed his direction, and walked towards the source of the sound, step by step, even It was more powerful than the faint beating sound. It was not until he walked to the source of the sound and pushed away the blood mist that blocked his sight all the time that he realized where the sound came from.

It was the corpse of a woman, with a tragic death. She had struggled with all her might before she died. There was a hole in her chest, bloody and bloody, and the shape of the incomplete internal organs could be faintly seen from between the bones, and the beating was so weak that it almost didn't exist. The sound came from her slightly protruding lower abdomen, Bai Xuan leaned over and put his palm on her lower abdomen, the persuasive whisper became more obvious.

The small, vaguely shaped flesh and blood are gradually losing signs of life as the woman's blood stops flowing.

It may have been unintentional, and it acted only on instinct. It never thought that it would actually catch the footsteps of a fairy and make him stop.

If Bai Xuan just watched with cold eyes like this, it probably wouldn't have any complaints, and it would be stillborn in a short time.

After countless times of failed thinking, Bai Xuan didn't let the thought that came to his mind slip away. He stared at the swollen lower abdomen, the meat ball mixed with blood in the belly, and the soul contained in it, A soul that belongs only to mortals.

Restricted by the law, gods cannot directly interfere with everything in the world, so what if it is a mortal living here?

Things that even gods can't do, let mortals do it, how far will everything develop?

The faint beating sound in the ear was about to disappear, it was intermittent and couldn't even form a complete syllable, Bai Xuan didn't hesitate anymore, even though the little life in front of him was unconscious and couldn't understand his words, he still started slowly. mouthed.

"I will use aura to recast your flesh and body, and write the prologue after the lifeline that disappeared before you appeared."

"Join my game, become a pawn in the game, and witness for me the day when the heavens will be rebuilt." Bai Xuan said, "I promise you, from now on you will see my afterglow on every inch of your dark road. light, the lamp will be in your heart."