Three years ago, Ruoshui battle, Optimus Prime died, night China to the spirit of the sacrifice of the East Emperor clock, the soul flew away, Jade Qing Kunlun fan bearing half of my life immortal force, to the East Emperor clock that heavy crash, led to the East Emperor clock sad seven days.
Folding face said, he rushed, the night has been dead for a long time, I was covered in blood, cloak and hair holding him sitting at the bottom of the Donghuang clock, around the body to build up a thick fairy barrier, who can not get close to, the East Yellow bell ringing seven days of sadness, attracted all the gods and goddesses of the Eight Wastes gathered in the Ruoshui. The sky king sent under the seat of the fourteen immortal uncle to take the remains of the night China, fourteen immortal uncle in the outside of the sacrifice of thunder and lightning even split seven days and seven nights, but also will not be the immortal barrier split out a seam to.
Folding the face said, I thought you want to hold the night Hua in the Ruoshui waterfront to sit for a lifetime, but fortunately the sound of the bell of the East Emperor bell spread far away, disturbing Moyuan's purification, the eighth day on the head, will Moyuan lured.
He said those I can not remember, at that time I only think the night he died, I will also die. In fact, holding him in the Ruoshuishi sit on a lifetime is also good, even if he can no longer open his eyes, can no longer hook up the corners of the mouth faint smile, can no longer lean in my ear deep call my name, can no longer ...... can at least I can look at his face, I know that he is next to me.
The folding face said Mo Yuan is in the eighth day on the top of the rush, when he came I am not clear, hazy about an impression, I was sitting at the bottom of the Donghuang clock in the brain empty, dust and aftermath of the whole do not know, indistinctly opened his eyes but saw Mo Yuan he stood outside the immortal barrier, frowning at me.
I a dry into the heart of a withered leaf a little bit aware, only to react to their own still or, Night Huasheng sacrificed Yuan Shen dispersed soul, Night Huas he died. I saw Mo Yuan he is near, think Mo Yuan he about can have a way to save the night China, he was also through the Donghuang clock this robbery, finally still come back. I feel that as long as I can save the Night Vulture, as long as I can make him open his mouth and call me Shallow again, not to mention seventy thousand years, seventy thousand years, I can also wait willingly.
I withdrew the immortal barrier, I wanted to hold the night Hua kneeling to the Mo Yuan side to beg him to save a save, really want to get up to see but the whole body is weak. Waiting for Mo Yuan sprinted two steps over, examined half a day, sighed heavily said: "Place a coffin, let the night he walked better."
Mo Yuan rejoined the Kunlun Ruins. I brought Nightflower back to Qingqiu, and the fourteen Immortal Uncle followed. I felt that Nightflower he was mine and I could not give him to anyone. A string of Immortal Uncle Hou at the mouth of the valley for half a month, without any success, returned to the Nine Heavens to resume their orders to the Heavenly Monarch.
On the second day, Nightflower his pair of parents sailed to Qingqiu.
The face of his gentle and obedient mother-in-law angry shivering, soaked show handkerchief wipe the corner of the eye on one side, said: "I began to know this year that you are the original year that mortal Su Su, my son night is what sin, before and after the two are planted on you, you do Su Su when he Ba heart Ba liver for you, for you even intend to give up the crown prince. The debt between you and Princess Zhaoren, the heavenly king sentenced you to return her eyes, sentenced you to give birth to the A Li after the punishment of three months of thunder, you did not lose a pair of eyes just, but my son also on behalf of you to suffer from the punishment of the thunder, you will be dying to jump to the Immortal Exorcism platform. Well, you jumped, my son night China he also jumped with you. This is your ascension to the gods of a hijacking, night he, son he, his life since you met you have never been happy. He has done so much for you, and what have you done for him? You have done nothing, but you are satisfied to dominate him. Now that he's dead, do you even want to hold on to his body? I'm only asking you, I'm only asking you one thing, on what basis are you?"
My throat caught and I stumbled back two steps as Mystic Valley held me up.
Yeohua his father said on the side, "Enough," and turned to me, "I killed the ghost monarch Prime Cang, with the spirit to block the East Emperor bell to destroy and devour the heavens, is for the heaven and earth avenue to die, the heavenly monarch has already been sealed recognition. Le Xu's words are just a woman's opinion, so the gods don't need to take them to heart. However, the God of Heaven should return my son's body, as a matter of course. Though the gods had a paper marriage contract with my son, they have not yet married, so it is not reasonable to take my son's body. The child was ranked as the prince of the celestial race, the celestial court has a square rule that cannot be abolished, the child such, should be buried in the 36th day of the sea of no delusion end, please God fulfillment."
Night China was brought back to the nine heavens that day, is a cloudy day, slightly windy.
I kissed all over his eyebrows, eyes, cheeks and nose, and when I moved to his lips, I had the most absurd and humble thought in my mind, hoping that he would wake up and tell me against my forehead, "I'm just asking you to play a joke." But in the end, it was my delusion.
Night China was put into a pair of ice coffin by his parents, in front of my face, carried out of the green hill, I only left him a blood-stained Xuan robe.
Previously, the folding face sent a peach tree to me, I planted it to the fox hole, watering day after day to add fertilizer, in a matter of days this peach tree will grow branches and branches. Peach tree blossomed the first flower that day, I will be left by the night of the Xuan gown convergence into the coffin, buried under this peach tree, made a mound, I do not know to be this peach tree flourished full branch, it will be a what look like.
Lian Gu said, "Auntie, do you remember that you have a son, to take the little highness back to Qingqiu?"
I shook my hand. I naturally remembered that I had a son, and I named him Ah Li. But at the moment I wasn't even quite able to take care of myself, let alone Ah Li. He would be well taken care of in heaven.
After Yew Wah was taken away by his parents, I sat under a peach tree for half a month. The whole day is muddled, often appear in front of his phantom, are all a Xuan robe, hair softly scattered down, the end of the hair with a silk belt tied, or leaning on my knees to flip through the book, or sitting across from me to set up a few paintings, ShuiJun rain, will also be rubbed me in the arms, help me cover the rain. Sitting under the peach tree with half a month, I feel that night China he accompanied me at times, I am very complete.
I feel satisfied, the folding Yan four brothers even with the lost valley, Bifang four but as if it is not so satisfied. On the night of the sixteenth day, the fourth brother finally couldn't stand it any longer and lifted me into the fox hole, put me in front of the water mirror, and said, "Look at what you've become, you can't live after the death of Nightwing?"
Fourth brother's words are good, I think I can't live on. But I don't know if I'll be able to find Nightwish if I'm ashes and ashes. If I go down in flames, I may not be able to remember the night China, then it is better not to go down in flames, now I can still see him in front of me smiling at me, this is quite good.
The female immortal in the water mirror was pale and emaciated, her eyes were bound with thick white silk, which was also stained with a few dead leaves. This is not the same as the one I use every day. The white silk was made by him with medicinal water, so it was different from the one my father had made for me.
Fourth brother sighed, heavy said: "Wake up, you also live to such a big age, life and death, still do not see open?"
It's not that I can't see it, I just don't know how to see it. If I had known what to do, I might have been able to see it through. That night, drunkenly shattered the knot prana lamp, reminding me of the past three hundred years ago, I don't know how, can't remember Nightwing's good, row in front of all his bad. Now, the night after the departure of the Hua, but can not recall his bad, the brain day after day flash, all his good. I used to scold Li Jing scolded a strong words, said his life is the pursuit of unobtainable things, once possessed will not cherish, I am not the same.
The moon is full and the night is deep and silent. There is nothing to do but sleep.
I didn't think I could dream of Nightwing, but in this dream, I dreamed of him.
He was leaning behind a bookcase reviewing official documents, half a dozen, will be a cadre of paperwork swept aside, slightly frowning brow drank a mouthful of tea, teacups shelved when he looked up Ying Ying smiled and said, "Shallow, come over, tell me what yesterday and read what opera books."
I sank into this dream and didn't want to wake up.
This is really the grace of God, when I was sitting under the peach tree, those phantoms never talked to me, but this Night Vulture in my dream is the same as when he was alive, not only can he take a walk with me and play chess, he can also talk to me.
Since then, I have been dreaming about him every day, and I think sleeping is a really good activity.
In fact, a different perspective to think about it, it will be relieved, they have a mortal world Zhuangzhou dream butterfly story, said a mortal called Zhuangzhou dream changed into a butterfly, dancing very happy. Not long after waking up, but realized that he is still a mortal Zhuang Zhou. I don't know whether it was Zhuang Zhou who dreamed of becoming a butterfly, or the butterfly dreamed of becoming Zhuang Zhou. I used to live my life realistically, treating the reality as an illusion, and now this makes me very painful, so why don't we turn around, and live our life as if the dream were real, and treat the reality as an illusion. Life is still the same, but a different way of living, but can make me happy and satisfied. This is also a kind of openness, right?
Seeing that I'm getting better and better, and that I'm only getting drowsy, I don't look at me as often, but I think they're more or less relieved.
There is no news of a new crown prince in the Nine Heavens, only that Princess Su Jin of Zhaoren has been expelled forever.
Su Jin, the Princess of Zhaoren, has been expelled permanently from heaven because she failed to fulfill her duty to report to the heaven in time when the Dong Huang Bell was moving. She was in her position but could not fulfill her responsibility, indirectly causing the Prince Nightwing to be isolated and helpless in the battle with the Prime Cang, and finally sacrificed her own spirit to the East Emperor Bell, and her soul flew away and was dispersed. The emperor was furious at the loss of his eldest grandson, and immediately relegated her to the ninth heaven, where she was included in the six paths of reincarnation, and had to undergo a hundred lifetimes of love.
I think the emperor of the sky on Su Jin this penalty penalty is a bit too much, about the anger, but these things are ultimately not related to me, then also just as a gossip to listen to.
Transferring a corner to walk this road of life, I walk very well, in this life, I believe that the night is alive.
When made to him that the clothes mound became my most unwilling to see things, because it reminds me, all of this is your fiction, night China died, he died, I think that place is an extremely horrible place, and ruthless poor lost valley will be the clothes mound lifted, will only have to play another hole in the fox hole.
Fourth brother often take me to the mortal world when I have time to stroll around, chat to遣我的怀, by the way遣他的怀. He would say: "Look at this towering mountain, standing at the top of the mountain, everything in this world is so small, will not make your heart instantly big up? Won't it make you feel that the love of a child is just a floating cloud in the sky that can be wiped away with a wave of the hand?" When swimming in the water, he would say, "Look at this waterfall, rushing into the river, day and night, and never look back, you look at this waterfall, do not think that life is the same, can not turn back, always have to look forward?" Touring the market, he would say, "Look at this mole cricket general mortals, can walk in the world but dozens of years of spring and autumn, and also subject to the Division row of all kinds of destiny trapped, planting most of the life of the poor, reading most of the will not be able to show, raised in the boudoir of the good daughter of most married to a cuckold husband, but they are still happy to live, you can look at these mortals, do not think that their own better than them on the I'm not going to be able to do that."
At first I was listening, but then he got addicted to talking, and every time he had to talk about it, I got tired of his nagging, and then I went to the mortal world and was left alone.
Night after the third year of the third day of September, I listened to the theater in the mortal world, met the square pot immortal mountain on a small fairy called weaving Yue. In the mortal world to listen to the opera must follow the mortal world of the book to, think the corner sings well will hold a money field, applauded when throwing a few reward money to the stage, also counted to live up to the playwrights some attentiveness.
Weaving Yue Xiao Xian about the first time back to the mortal world to watch the play, see the mahogany carving bar behind a dry theater throwing silver money thrown lively, red also want to still, but two sleeves empty quite shabby, she saw through my immortal body, joyful self-reported home, looking for me to borrow some reward money. Although I am a little strange that she is a small fairy since the practice of the art of change, change one or two silver money out of what should be a small matter, or borrowed a few night pearl to her. Later, I realized that her parents were afraid that she would go down to the world to get into trouble, so they sealed her immortal power.
Originally, this is just a nod of the edge, and then I went to the mortal world to see the play, but back to meet her, this nod of the edge will be born into a long-lasting destiny, weaving the more lively and spicy life, and do not pester me to ask me who I am, where I live, the age of geometrics, I think it's rare to have a person to listen to the play to talk to, but not the fourth brother, "look at the ups and downs -" the opera The first thing I want to do is to get the chance to see the movie, and then I'll be able to see the movie, and then I'll be able to see the movie.
So I listened to more than ten plays with her, and counted the days, about two months.
Today, I am sitting in this building to listen to the opera, the stage is quite appropriate to sing a "Peony Pavilion", it is the first five days of October, suitable for marriage travel, taboo sword, three years ago at this time today, the night, he left me, I poured a mouthful of wine to see the theater on the stage on the green will be the water-sleeve dance in the ocean.
This section of the opera sung straight to the "for you like flowers and beautiful women, like water flowing years, is to answer the child idle search all over, in the secret boudoir self-pity," weaving Yue Xiaoxian only belatedly, licking his face beside me to occupy a seat. Halfway through the play, she covered the corners of her mouth and came over to sneak up on me, "My distant cousin who was a genius but died young, do you still remember?"
I nodded that I remembered.
Weaving Yue Xiao Xian, in addition to often talking to me about the theater, extra often talk about this distant cousin of hers. According to her, her cousin is a brilliant and powerful man, he is a great talent, but unfortunately, his life is a bit thin, he died in the battlefield at a young age, leaving behind a pair of old parents who are half-dead with grief, plus a child who cries all day long, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor. Every time she sighed out the word "poor", her face really looked like a sad and compassionate. But I don't think her cousin's family is so pitiful, probably because in recent years, they have already looked at life and death with an open mind. The weaving of the Yue pot poured a cup of cold tea, moistened his throat, looked around, and then covered the corners of his mouth to come over: "My cousin, I did not tell you that he died three years ago? Three years ago, the clan thought he only left a body, the spirit of the early ashes, they made a pair of crystal ice coffin will sink him in a sea, I also went to see, yesterday the quiet hundreds of thousands of years of the sea but suddenly made a noise, the sea water whooshing towards the upward, set off ten feet high waves, will be the crystal ice coffin support up. They said that what stirred up the seawater was the immortal zephyr that surrounded the ice coffin. You say strange, my cousin, his spirit is ashes and smoke, but still can have such a powerful fairy zephyr protection, no one in the clan know how it is, a few of our younger generation was driven out, the patriarch is sent under the small fairy to invite our clan in a god. My parents said, maybe cousin is not dead at all. Alas, if he hadn't died, little Ah Li wouldn't have to cry and wail all day long."
The surrounding area was silent for a moment, and the wine glass in my hand fell to the ground with a "pop", and I heard myself say dryly, "Is that sea the Sea of Delusion? Your cousin he is the Prince of the night? He is the eldest grandson of the Nine Heavens Heavenly King, the Crown Prince Nightwing?"
Weaving Yue stuttered and said, "You, how do you know?"
I stumbled out of the teahouse and rushed down the street before I remembered that I had to climb up into the clouds to get to the Nine Heavens. I stumbled and climbed up to the clouds, the wind in my eyes inadvertently swept below the kneeling mortals, and only then remembered that I was in the bazaar to recruit the auspicious clouds to drive the purple mist.
Teng Yun on the mid-air, the sky is far away, under the view of the vast, my mind is blank, no matter how can not think of the road to the South Heavenly Gates. The more eager my heart is, the more empty my mind is. I stepped on the clouds and circled around in the sky for a few rounds, not knowing what to do.
It was a slip of the foot, and I almost fell off the cloud, but luckily I was held steady by a pair of arms.
Mo Yuan's voice came to mind at the back, "How could you be so careless, driving a cloud and falling down?"
I turned around and clasped his wrist tightly, saying eagerly, "Where's Nightflower? Master, where's Nightflower?"
He frowned and said, "Wipe your tears first, I was just about to find you to talk about this matter."
Mo Yuan said that Father God used half of his divine power to make an immortal fetus for Nightflower's reincarnation back then, and after he was reincarnated, this divine power stayed with him and was hidden in his divine consciousness. Three years ago, he didn't know that Nightwish had also hacked the four beasts of Yingzhou and gained the other half of Father God's divine power, and only then did he think that he was hopeless. It must be that Nightwish is to father god's all the god power against the east emperor god's destroy the power of the sky, the spirit by the two force washed damaged some, then spontaneously fell into a round of slumber, but called everyone thought he was soul fly away ashes and smoke. Even the night Hua himself, afraid also think so.
Mo Yuan said, his round of slumber should have slept on a few decades, but the Xuanjing ice coffin is a good tool, although the sea of delusion is sinking the remains of the heavenly tribe, in fact, it is a holy place of restoration, only to call the night only three years to wake up, really crooked hit the right thing.
He said these words I mostly did not hear, only really hear him say, small seventeen, night China is back, he just landed on the ground will run to the green hill to find you, you also quickly go back.
I never thought that Nightwing would be alive. I have prayed and prayed thousands of times, but I know in my heart that it is all a luxury. The night China he three years ago will be ashes in smoke, fox hole in front of the peach blossom, still buried in his dying wear that robe, he died. Before he died, he told me to forget about him and let me live freely. But, but Mo Yuan said night Hua he woke up, he did not die, he has been living.
I went all the way back to Qingqiu on clouds, not paying attention to fall down from the clouds four times.
After the mouth of the valley, simply abandoned the cloud landing, staggering towards the fox hole run, the roadside encountered some of the small fairy with me to greet, I do not know, just hands and feet involuntarily shaking, afraid to see the night China, afraid of Moyuan said are fooling people.
When the fox hole appeared in the bottom of my eyes, I slowed down my steps. It has been a long time since I walked through the front door, and I didn't notice that the peach tree planted three years ago next to the cave had bloomed in full bloom. The green mountains, the green trees, the turquoise water of the pool, for the first time in three years, I could see the colors of Qingqiu.
The daylight shone down through the clouds, and the tree of peach blossoms in the green mountains and turquoise water was like a bright smoky haze above the nine heavens.
The black-robed young man standing underneath that tree's smoky haze is slightly leaning over, his long fingers caressing the tombstone standing in front of him.
It was like a dream.
I held my breath and took two steps forward, fearing that if I made a big move, the scene in front of me would be gone.
He turned his head, and the wind whipped through the trees, the haze of smoke undulating into a wave of red waves. He smiled faintly, still looking the same as when he first met, with picturesque eyebrows and dark hair. A few flower petals floated down from the red waves, and there were no other colors or sounds in heaven and earth.
He reached out and whispered, "Shallow, come here."