After she entered the book, she just wanted to live with her

Chapter 247 Extra: Original Life Gu Yuyuan

The snow of the underworld hangs above the glass dome.

Gu Yuyuan knelt under the glazed dome and carved ice figurines. When the black ice blade passed through the folds of the woman's skirt, it would always bring up fine snow-like debris.

This ice figurine has been reshaped more than nine hundred times, but the curve of her fluttering skirt will always remain in the smile that was not fully bloomed before she disappeared.

The stinging pain of broken ice piercing into the fingertips overlapped with the memory of their first encounter at the age of five in the previous life.

In the back mountain of the sect, he was finishing his sword practice.

Behind me, I heard the sound of toes tapping on dry branches, and there seemed to be a faint ringing of bells in the wind.

The woman's shadow slanted in the twilight, and her frosty skirt was dotted with silver flowers.

She reached out and pinched his little face: "Little bun, you look quite cute, don't you?"

He made a stern face and patted her hand.

"I can also cast lightning spells." A cluster of electric sparks appeared at her fingertips.

He stared at her blankly, his heart beating fast. She felt the same as him.

That day, she smiled and said see you tomorrow.

However, he never saw her again in countless tomorrows.

fraud.

Seeing that he was young, other disciples in the sect always liked to tease him with various spiritual fruits and sugar.

He never accepted it.

One day, a disciple handed him a Tang Yi, "Yuyuan, try this Tang Yi?"

He wanted to refuse, but somehow he took it.

That sister should like it. If you see her again, give it to her.

Every morning before the dawn, he would go to the back mountain early and practice hard with the sword.

Whenever a breeze blew by, bringing with it the rustling sound of leaves behind him, he would subconsciously turn his head.

When I turned around, I didn't see that person.

The master stroked his head and sighed, "Excessive wisdom will lead to harm. Don't be so hardworking, kid. You should go out and play more."

He looked up at the falling leaves, and suddenly buried all the candies he had saved for half a year in the soil.

Until one autumn night in a dream, the woman's fingertips melted into his brow: "When you grow up, you can come to find me."

When I woke up, there was a withered yellow leaf on my pillow, and my memory of her evaporated with the morning light.

The summer when I was seventeen.

He met a kitten on the sect's path.

No, it should be a goblin.

The moment he swung his sword at her, she suddenly changed from human form to a little tomcat.

The cat was very cute, and she spoke in a clear female voice: "Guiyuan, your sword tassel is twisted crookedly."

"Monster?" The sword tip was suspended three inches in front of the cat's forehead.

There has never been a spiritual beast taking human form in the world of cultivating immortals.

He stared blankly at this talking "spiritual beast", and finally he took her back and hid her in a barrier.

From then on, the cinnabar talisman paper on the desk was always stained with plum blossom marks, and when I meditated in the middle of the night, there was always a warm feeling on my knees.

He smiled and flicked the cat's ears, but for some reason he always held the cat tightly at night, as if it would disappear if he let go.

"You were much cuter when you were a child." The cat commented one day while licking its paw.

The young man's hand holding the pen paused, and a drop of cinnabar stained the talisman.

Outside the window, pear blossoms fell into the inkstone, and he suddenly remembered who he had waited for in the back mountain when he was five years old.

As soon as this thought came to mind, a stabbing pain like a needle pricking my soul began.

When he looked up again, the cat was tilting its head and looking at him with purple eyes.

Until one day the cat disappeared out of thin air, and he searched the sect like a madman.

Three years passed with the rustling sound of talisman paper.

In the sect competition, he shattered the stars in the sky on the ring.

He thought of the cat when his opponent's pupils turned a light purple from casting the spell, and blood dripped down the back of his hand.

Later, one day, Master asked him, "Are you still thinking about that cat?"

He was a little confused, "What cat?"

The master just looked at him for a long time without saying anything.

At the age of twenty-seven.

He is the youngest incarnation cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation and can draw down thunder from the sky.

However, the process of falling into the mortal world is slower than imagined.

He clearly felt the spiritual power draining from his fingertips, and saw the once awe-inspiring gazes turn into contempt.

Lying in the woodshed of a mortal town, listening to wild dogs fighting for food at the alley entrance, his eyes were covered with a layer of gray.

The broken meridians were like a porcelain bottle covered with ice cracks, and even breathing would shake off a few souls.

The fog and miasma of the endless forest corroded his wounds, and the palms of his hands that were leaning on the wooden stick were already bloody.

When he felt he could no longer walk, the wild fruits on the tree suddenly fell down inexplicably.

He couldn't see the person, couldn't touch her, and couldn't hear her voice.

Is it a ghost with its tongue pulled out?

He couldn't get her away.

The ghost was kind to him without expecting anything in return, so he deliberately spilled the medicine, but the ghost silently picked up the broken porcelain.

He fed the wild animals in the dark, and the next day he cooked fresh rice porridge on a simple stone stove.

He tasted warm rice porridge after a long time. His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed it, and his eyes suddenly became moist.

The invisible ghost became the moonlight shining into the abyss.

When the last bolt of lightning struck, he was fed a pill.

He suddenly saw the golden bell on the woman's wrist.

It turns out that ghost was a pretty girl.

She looked a little embarrassed but smiled gently. The moment she disappeared into the void, her memories broke through the seal like a tide.

The woods in the back mountain where you could never find anyone at the age of five, the cinnabar plum blossom mark that disappeared from the sword tassel at the age of seventeen, and the white cat with purple eyes that had never been recorded in the atlas of spiritual beasts.

For the next three hundred years, the legend of Yuyuan Immortal Venerable spread to every corner of Cangxuan Continent.

He searched all over the Cangxuan Continent but never saw her again.

Perhaps the person he was looking for was not in this world, and saving him would make his merit complete.

Later, he ascended.

I searched all over the fairyland but couldn't find any trace of her.

I heard that there is a forbidden technique in the demon world that only the Demon Lord can master.

After becoming the Demon Lord, he used all the power of the Demon God to condense 100,000 ice mirrors.

He pulled out the key made from the bones of gods and demons and caught a glimpse of the soul fire that traveled through time and space.

When the forbidden technique backfired and tore apart his soul, he lay in a pool of blood, smiling as he refined his immortality into chains.

When the soul-locking chain pierced his heart, he finally touched the light that traveled through time and space, and the raging fire dragged him down to an ordinary night.

As the moonlight penetrated the clouds, a cat was scratched on the back by a gray wolf and fainted on the tree with blood.

Before Gu Yuyuan's spirit platform disappeared into this world, he gently touched the cat's ears.

Yuxing, long time no see.

When the jade stars in the secret forest disappeared, he woke up again.

In this life, Gu Yuyuan's sea of ​​consciousness was surging with resistance, but it suddenly became silent when he injected his memories.

Later, at the moment of fusion, the wind and snow of the previous life turned into tears of ascension in this life.

The snow in the underworld was still falling, and the third pleat on the ice figurine's skirt was finally flawless.

There was unmelted stardust in Gu Yuyuan's hair, and suddenly there was a rustling sound of snow behind him.

"Your eyelashes are covered with snow." Shen Daixing reached out and brushed it away naturally.

Gu Yuyuan held her fingertips before she could retract them, "Come and see, this ice statue doesn't look like you?"

The red-gold frost and snow swirled and fell between their interlocked fingers, and the wind and snow finally stopped at this moment.

Gu Yuyuan leaned over in front of his wife's astonished eyes and took away the answer that had come too long in coming.