Waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for your return

Darkness, thick and inextricable darkness filled the entire space, bringing claustrophobic fear.With the first experience, Jun Fu is no longer so panicked, he is waiting quietly, waiting for the memory belonging to his previous life.

After passing through the long darkness, Jun Fu heard the sound of leather boots stepping on the stone slab, every step was so steady and powerful.In front of me is a road of stone steps winding upwards along the steep mountain road. The light of the crescent moon behind the clouds is lightly reflected on the stone steps. The mountain is very cold and quiet.

His consciousness resides in this man's body, he feels what he feels, knows what he knows, but he is just a bystander, it is him, but it seems that he is not him.

At the end of the stairs is a palace with red walls and green tiles, cornices and vermilion windows.Pushing open the door, it seems to be a bedroom.A huge red candle was burning on the gilt copper crane floor candlestick, and the thick ochre-red curtains hung down, enveloping the entire bedroom with exceptional warmth.

The man took off his leather boots and walked barefoot on the green brick floor. The ground heat diffused through the stone bricks and evaporated from the soles of his feet to his whole body, making him very comfortable.Open the curtain and step into the depths of the bedroom. In the center is a hot spring pool surrounded by white jade carvings of unicorns and beasts. The hot spring soup spit out of the mouth slowly flows into the pool. A man can be seen lying on his back in the misty mist. in the pool.

"You're here." Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man in the hot spring pool slowly got up, his white jade-like body was covered with intertwined black lines, which were wounds that could not be healed by the evil spirit.The naked body came into view so suddenly and clearly, the man glanced at it and turned his head away quickly.

The man took the robe from the hanger by the hot spring pool and put it on. His white clothes were like snow, his black hair was hanging down, and he walked out of the mist with bare feet.

The man was slightly stupefied, his eyes shining like cold stars under his sword eyebrows shimmered, he had never seen such an emperor before:

In the Golden Palace, on the 99th white jade staircase, he looks down at the world and lashes out at the eight poles;

On the battlefield, among thousands of monsters and demon soldiers, he killed decisively, and when the Emperor of Heaven was angry, all directions were destroyed;

While walking in the world, he sympathizes with the sufferings of the common people, and his body shines brightly, like the moon in the water, like the sun rising at the beginning, with a white man between his eyebrows, illuminating the ten directions.

I have seen hard, cold, cold, tired, gentle... but never like this... He thought about it, yes, soft.Like a hedgehog covered in spikes, it reveals its softest and most fragile abdomen.

The emperor sat down in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror, water dripped down his black hair, and a puff of blue smoke rolled up on the warm brick surface.The bronze mirror illuminated the man's handsome facial features, and he looked a little lazy in the flickering candlelight.

The man who came back to his senses took the long towel on the hanger, knelt behind the emperor and helped him wipe his hair: "Don't use the water purification spell, let me dry it for you."

The emperor gave a soft "um", and closed his eyes a little tiredly. His thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the shadow of his nose, and his usually sharp facial features softened.

The sleeping hall is very quiet, all outside sounds are isolated, only the sound of running water in the pool, and the shallow breathing of each other.

"There is really no other way, Wang?" Finally he couldn't help it, and when he spoke, he trembled a little.

"You have followed me for thousands of years, so you should know me." His words were short and never sloppy.

The man's hand holding the comb froze, and the teeth got stuck in the black hair: "Should I ask again, even if it can't change anything, at least it can make me feel at ease."

"You have seen my body just now. After so many years of fighting, the infested evil spirit has already invaded my meridians. If you don't die, you will become a demon. I have dragged this disabled body to the last moment." His voice Very calm, without the slightest sadness.

The hundreds of years of war with the demons finally came to an end. The lineage of the dragons lived permanently in Sihaizhou to guard tens of thousands of monsters for the heavenly court. The order of the heavenly court began to be established, and everything was on the right track in an orderly manner.He can even foresee that tens of thousands of years will usher in the era of free growth of all things.

The man raised the emperor's black hair, and the white jade-like neck was covered with dense black lines. The pain filled his eyes, but it was not as calm as the emperor: "You have done so much for the six worlds, why did you turn around and get nothing? Such an ending? But I became a venerable as a demon, is this the karma of Mount Sumeru? I don’t understand.”

The emperor opened his eyes and looked at the majestic God of War in red clothes and soft armor in the mirror. He couldn't hide his admiration in his star eyes: "The title of Venerable Dou Zhan is very suitable for you. This is the golden body of your kindness and cultivation. Zhengguo, the unhealed scars on your body caused by demons and monsters can finally disappear. This result can be regarded as my confession to you, but fortunately you didn't let me follow me in vain."

But the man sneered coldly: "There is no birth and no death, ignorance and unconsciousness, what's the meaning of life without bounds? I was willing to follow you back then not because of the honor and glory of Mount Sumeru."

The emperor held the man's hand: "I know, it's never worth it or not, only willing or not. This kind of ending is also what I want. Back then, you were willing to follow me because of this original intention. Power is never about taking, have you forgotten?"

The man was silent, and said for a long time: "I haven't forgotten. It's just that I can't bear it."

The emperor's calm face, as if he had settled down, finally had an expression of pain, his hand trembled slightly, he retracted it, and sighed softly: "You and my bosom friend have been together for thousands of years, and we have already overcome the countless wives and children in the world. The family is broken and the people are dead. The human heart is most afraid of greed, so I don’t know your heart, so I come to say goodbye to you. Instead, I leave without saying goodbye.”

The man lowered his sharp eyes like a vulture, gently gathered the emperor's black hair together, and took off the hairpin on his head to tie it up: "This is what we used to subdue the 梼杌 in Sanwei Mountain in the past. Hairpins made of teeth."

Recalling the past, a slight smile appeared on the emperor's lips: "How can you not remember, you like to collect these trophies to make all kinds of ornaments and utensils, just like a child. In the past thousand years, we have traveled all over the six realms." " After a pause, he continued: "There are still three hours before sunrise, I want to go and see again. Have you brought any wine?"

The man took a jug of wine from his waist and handed it over: "Must, Qingyu Niang, our favorite."

The emperor raised his head and took a sip of the drink, with a heroic look in his eyes: "It's still the same as before. Let's go!"

The door of the sleeping hall was blasted open by spiritual power, and the emperor's body melted into the night sky like an arrow from the string.The man caught up in an instant, only to see a white shadow and a red shadow entangled with each other across the vast sky, crossing forests, seas and snowfields, and crossing high mountains and deep valleys.

Until the end of the night, the two of them returned to Zhanjun Mountain, sweating and sweating heavily.The emperor lay on his back on the top of the mountain, watching the huge glaciers cascading down in the distance shining with faint blue light, the man pillowed on his lap, raised his glass to the moon, and counted the stars in the sky.Both of them are excellent drinkers, laughing and talking about the world without getting drunk after a thousand cups.

"Look, there are shadows of us walking everywhere in the rivers and mountains of the six realms." The emperor's eyes fell on the vast distance: "Pangu, the god of the ancient times, sacrificed his body, returned to heaven and earth, turned his flesh into chaos, and his soul Yuan Ling is chaotic spiritual energy, and I may also be transformed into a mountain, into a cloud, and exist between the heaven and the earth forever, and have not left."

"Don't worry, although my temperament doesn't want to worry about things in the six realms, I will help you guard them, and the dragon clan will never betray the heavens." The heart burned by the thick and strong white wine is also hot.

The emperor showed a contented smile, drank the last sip of wine, threw the jug and stood up: "After so many years of life and death, ups and downs, you know me best."

Looking at the sky gradually dyed by the sun, the time of parting is finally coming.

"I'm leaving."

"The last ride, let me take you to the end."

The emperor looked up at his best friend, and the tenderness of thousands of years bloomed between his brows: "Okay." He knew the cruelty of seeing an old friend die with his own eyes, but he also understood such nostalgia. Have a confidant to comfort your life.

The gate of the Demon Realm opens, and the demon spirit that has lingered here for hundreds of years is swept away like a hurricane. The emperor walks in with a Buddha lamp in his hand. He lights the lamp with his soul, and walks towards his destiny step by step. Fly, holding the scorpion bone hairpin, and never looked back.

And that thin figure that gradually faded away became the lingering fetter in the man's dreams since then, no matter how he ran or how he shouted, he never looked back.Every time I can touch his shoulder so close, but I wake up empty-handed.Such endless days became more and more torment for him.

On Mount Sumeru, in front of the Buddha, he gave up the position of Dou Zhan Venerable, and made a promise, I am willing to rebuild my merits and virtues through the eons of calamity, just for:

Up to the poor and down to the underworld, waiting for the wind and rain to wait for the king to return.