Cloud God is not God

The world seems to have not changed at all, but something has changed.

All the memories related to Wuyong disappeared, as if it had never been there, but there was one person, and he always remembered that person's smiling face, those nine words!

At this moment, everyone was a little dazed. Mo Li walked over, helped Ganan who was sitting on the ground, and murmured, "I'm sorry."

The Holy Mother of Nine Lotus touched A Ling's head.

The national teacher's eyes became complicated.

The man standing in the sky looking down on all this closed his eyes.

Wu Yazi held his junior brother's hand.

The emperor looked at the coffin and sighed, shaking his head.

Xiaoyu and Shuangcheng were lying on the ground with serene smiles on their faces.

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The people of Xiangyun City dreamed that the red nine-petal lotus was in full bloom, warm as fire, and a stream of warm currents filled the world.

A soldier at the border gate, standing on the gate tower, his eyes are firm and upright, hoping to win another battle, so that he can go back to see him,

There was only one person, and he knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and looked at the ground under his feet.

Suddenly, the sky began to rain, and the patter of light rain made the view of Qian Kun at this moment hazy and dreamy.

Just like watching the moon at that night, like seeing them for the first time.

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Emperor Xuantian left, Lord Qi Ling left, the Holy Mother of Nine Lotus left with Ah Ling, Mo Li helped Ganan leave, Wu Yazi left with his younger brother, the emperor left...

Feng Long and Lie Que looked at Feng Xi who was kneeling on the ground, they didn't understand why Feng Xi was kneeling on the ground.But they always feel as if something is missing.

"Come on, he'll be back."

Jing Heng held Shuangcheng in his arms, and Xiaoyu lay beside him. They hid from the rain under the eaves.He didn't know why Master looked so lonely, as if he had lost the whole world, just kneeling there.

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It has been raining in Xiangyun City for a month, such a lingering light rain in winter is really rare.

The little girl held her brother with a flushed face in her arms, sat by the railing and asked her mother, "Mother, why is it raining?"

A gentle and beautiful woman with tiger shoes embroidered in her hands looked up at the space and said, "Probably because Yun is sad."

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In the following year, after the beginning of spring, Huayang City was full of spring, full of joy, and good news came from the border, and His Royal Highness Yiwang won another battle.

On the occasion of the New Year, the emperor established a prince again.His Royal Highness King Rui moved into the East Palace.

Mo Li was walking home with a bag of grain on his shoulders, and as soon as he turned into the alley, he ran into Xiaoyu who hurried over.

"Brother Mo! Sister Nan is about to give birth!"

Mo Li hurriedly dropped the food and ran home.

Xiaoyu picked up the food and walked home.

When he walked to the door, he looked at the burnt black ruins of the opposite house, as well as the black charcoal-like tree.I thought to myself, I really don't know what happened to this family.Burnt to nothing.

At this time, a man in red clothes and white hair stood under the tree, looking up at the tree.

He holds a silver umbrella in his left hand, leaving a place beside the umbrella.There are two rings on the tip of the right finger, silver and black, and the luster is glazed.

A white jade hairpin is inserted in the hair, and a trace of red light is looming.

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In the first year after Wuyong left, Ruomu dried up.

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In the second year after Wuyong left, Shuangcheng and Xiaoyu each received two scriptures.

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In the third year after Wu Yong left, the emperor passed away and a new emperor succeeded him.The new emperor defended his success and refused to expand the territory any more. He wanted to take back the military power at the border and recruit generals to return to the court.

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In the fourth year after Wuyong left, the emperor imprisoned King Yi, and the eldest son of Emperor Wangguai ran away at night.

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In the fifth year after Wuyong left, the vassal kings from all over the country did not return to the capital to pay homage, and the rain was about to come.

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In the sixth year after Wuyong left, the people of Zhongzhou were persecuted due to drought, and King Yi led the army to suppress it, and the eldest son of the emperor returned.Wang Nu chased after him.

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In the tenth year after Wuyong left, King Yi's soldiers came to the city, and the emperor asked for peace with the emperor's eldest son as a hostage.

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No. 15 years after Wu Yong left, the nine kings rebelled, and the common people were robbed.

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Qionglou gambles and thinks about things all day long, and there is a little spring and autumn in the world.

Many years later, people will always see a silver-haired man sticking to an umbrella, whether it is sunny or raining, whether it is spring or autumn or winter or summer, and there will always be a place for his umbrella, and no one will see his face clearly.

He walked through the desert wind and sand, the snowstorm in the northern Xinjiang, and the blue waves of the East China Sea.I have admired the ends of the earth in the South China Sea.

Breaking through the underworld, descending into the Nine Netherworld, and breaking through the colorless realm, just to find that one person.

Day after day, year after year, the silver umbrella gradually turned into an ink umbrella.But his walking pace never stopped.

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One day after a thousand years, the man finally stopped.

When the first bell of the millennium rang, he looked up at the fireworks in the sky, and the people around him were cheering, laughing, and embracing each other.

He lowered his head lightly, and saw a touch of red in the corner of his eyes.

for a long time.

He said, "Come back."

That person: "Well, I'm back."

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"Let's not leave this time."

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"Well, I'm not leaving."

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The people around looked strangely at the black and silver man with long hair reaching his waist under the ink umbrella.

"Wow, their Hanfu makeup looks really good. It's so fairytale."

"I really want to go and take pictures with them."

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At this time, there was a loud noise that soared into the sky, fingers interlocked, and they looked at each other without saying a word. The fireworks in the distance were not half as bright as the eyes of the two of them.

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There has always been a folk legend that you can't hold a black umbrella, because there lives an umbrella fairy there, who specializes in seeing off or welcoming the dead.