The way back to God

Completely unaware of what was happening outside Tianmen, Yan Yao was standing alone in front of a simple bamboo house at this moment.Looking around with clear eyes, all the eyes are full of leisurely and beautiful scenery.

The small bamboo house seems to be built randomly, but every detail reveals its delicacy. The green and moist bamboos are similar in size, which clearly expresses that this house is not just a simple building built by poor scholars with no money. Just a shelter.The bamboo house is protected by a wooden fence with various small flowers coiled around it.Everywhere in the yard is full of flowers, colorful and full of vitality.Jumping out of this dense bamboo forest adds some fairy spirit to this house that has no smell of human fireworks.

Because those flowers are all spirit flowers.

Needless to say, low-grade spiritual flowers, there are also quite a few middle-grade spiritual flowers, and there is even a top-grade spiritual flower that belongs to the legendary level in the cultivation world - Bingling Yushu - Ling Ran stands proudly under the east eaves of the bamboo house, It was proudly facing the group of half-immortal spirit flowers—Yan Yangxinzi—right in front of the house.

Yan Yao stood at the door of this bamboo house, inspecting the house without missing a single spot, his clear eyes were gradually shrouded in confusion.

The more confused he was, the more he inspected every place carefully, but the more he fell into confusion.It was like a strange circle, but Yan Yao couldn't get out of it.

Finally, Yan Yao moved.

The wide-sleeved gown made him tall and tall, and his movements were elegant and elegant.After stroking his loose sleeves, Yan Yao calmly looked up at the blue sky, casual and natural.

Looking back later, Yan Yao meandered along, intentionally and indifferently casting magic tricks to sprinkle dew and water on the spirit grass and spirit flowers to loosen their soil and get rid of their insects.After finishing these leisurely, Yan Yao waved his robe smartly, then leaned back wantonly, and lay on a straw bench with his chin resting on his side in a few movements, half-closed his eyes leisurely.

Among the dense bamboo groves, among the beautiful flowers and grasses, a thin immortal lying on his side, such a beautiful scene, is the picture of an immortal lying on his side in the imagination of all mortals.

Yan Yao is used to it as if he lived here a long, long time ago, that's how he lived.

It wasn't until midnight that Yan Yao, who was sleeping soundly in the flowers, got up. He ignored the straw benches among the flowers, wandered into the bamboo house alone, and stood sideways on the jade table by the window in the house. , a washing brush, a row of brushes, a paperweight, and a half-painted picture of distant mountains.

The moonlight as clear as water poured out from the window, and the slender and fair hand took an ink-colored brush, dipped the thick ink on the inkstone that had been ground finely, and swiped the ink on the drawing.

Until the morning sun rises, the bright and vivid red jumps out of the mountains, and the warmth spreads into the cold bamboo house.At this moment, the slender white fingers that never stopped also stopped.Calmly looking at the picture of Qingdai's distant mountains, squinting half-closed his eyes and blowing through the blueprints made by Chuanbanggan, Yan Yao still calmly meanders to a bed that looks like a stone but not a stone, and sits cross-legged.

Every day after that, Yan Yao meditated with a calm face.Even if the flower bone of the ice jade tree that has been brewing for a hundred years finally blooms, Yan Yao can't wake up from it.Until he himself woke up from meditation practice, stood under the eaves and looked around the courtyard that he hadn’t seen in three years, and gently stroked the blooming ice jade tree, he was not surprised, and he didn’t put it away. The ice flower that broke the world is just a very ordinary snowflake.

Continue to clean up the spiritual grass, sleep soundly in the flowers, write inscriptions and draw pictures, meditate and practice, and repeat.Seemingly casual as if programmed, this courtyard seems to be his home, but when you think about it carefully, it imprisoned the immortal like a cage.

A hundred years have passed, and there is nothing unusual about Yan Yao's actions.As if this is his life, as if, he is still the king of Wumo, the king of Wumo who is so calm that he has no desires or desires.

Thousands of years later, Yan Yao, who got up from meditation practice, stood under the eaves, looking at Yan Yangxinzi who was exhausting all his strength to bloom on the flower bone. .He knew that something was wrong, something had changed, something he had forgotten, and he didn't know why he looked at the plant of Yanyang Xinzi standing in the center, but he still couldn't look away.

The red fireworks coiled on the fist-sized flower bud on the slender branch flickered on and off, and immediately brightened after darkening, as if burning with life, even if it continued to darken, it still continued persistently.

It is meant to bloom, even at the expense of life.

Suddenly, Yan Yao suddenly remembered, why did he stay here?

Yes, this place is peaceful and peaceful, here is full of aura, here is rarely seen, and there is no disgusting desire or desire here, but why is he here?

Yan Yao suddenly panicked, as if he had lost something, something that kept him warm.

Immediately, his head seemed to be pricked by a needle, and his headache was splitting.The calm face finally cracked, Yan Yao squatted down holding his head in pain, bit his lips fiercely with his white teeth, and swallowed the moan into his stomach.However, even though it hurts so much, even worse when he thinks about it, Yan Yao still explores his memories.He knew that his memory was covering up certain things, and those were precisely the most important things, the things that kept him warm and made him happy.

Vigorously brushing away the memories of dangerous situations during cultivation, those are probably his most abundant memories.Groping hard, finally, Yan Yao felt that he touched the restriction.His heart suddenly jumped, and he was even more timid when he was close to his hometown. Yan Yao exhausted all his strength to break the restriction.

Just like Yan Yangxinzi who was trying to bloom, Yan Yao exhausted all his strength and life, and the rock-solid restriction was finally broken.

Vast memories flooded in.

The gloomy and hopeless self, the persistent brother, the warm brother, the protective brother, his name is Dong Yanyue.After that was the father, the tall and heroic father, the father with strong paternal love, his name was Dong Yuhui, and he suddenly felt the warmth of himself.After my father fell in love with my elder brother, I felt neglected. When I met a kitten, my eyes were full of my own cat. Dayun, whom he had met for the first time and separated several times, was the man who once made his heart beat in a different way, this... the man who was still waiting for him in the God-given Continent.

Yan Yao opened his eyes suddenly, and the first thing he saw was the beautiful Yanyangxinzi plant with its stretched branches and leaves blooming. The next moment, the scene seemed to have been slightly changed. At this time, Yan Yao was inside a gate, with It is layer upon layer of halls and attics like the palaces and pavilions in the fairy world. There are many pavilions, towering and upright, and the aura is so thick that it condenses into a faintly visible mist lingering in this vast house and palace.

Just as Yan Yao lifted up his mind after being shaken, his body shook, and he suddenly remembered Yan Yue, brother, who had been by his side from the beginning to the end.

Looking back carefully at the towering jade gate behind him, he accurately found the bamboo gate that his hand had placed on it, and carefully traced the exquisite bamboo gate that seemed to exist in real life. A little nostalgia.

Once, that was his favorite life, and it was also a portrayal of most of his life after he ascended to the God Realm.

Now, that deserted life that was so quiet that there was no wave or trouble was no longer what he wanted.What he wants is a life full of happiness and warmth, accompanied by loved ones, relatives and friends.

Withdrawing his hand, Yan Yao looked at the noble and rich door next to him, with the aura flowing above it, Yan Yao knew that Yan Yue was safe there at the moment.Although he hasn't come out yet, Yan Yao has enough confidence in him.His older brother was strong enough to overcome this dilemma, open the door and come out.

In the court, his elder brother protected him, and in the realm of comprehension, he protected his elder brother. They grew up together, but now, they need to let go of each other and trust each other.

Gently touching the rich door, Yan Yao meandered away with firm eyes.

He felt the breath of the temple.