Birdseye

The world is vast, and the world of mortals is full of hustle and bustle.

All kinds of joys and sorrows, reincarnation of life and death in this world are as numerous as the sands in the Ganges River.

He is just one of them.

It's just that he has been in the heaven for so many days, but he has not been able to help Chu Sang find Chu Lingyan. A period of love and hate.

He was about to forget everything, but he should leave Chu Sang with some thoughts. After thinking about it, he went to Jianhua Pond by the Tianhe River and fell into Songzhou's dream.

In the dream, Songzhou sat on a small island in the middle of Qingxue Lake in the Demon Realm. The lake surface was rippled, and the surroundings were vast. Is the shell coming out? Could it be that God of Fengyuan threw you into the lake last time, and you are angry now? But if you are angry again, you can't keep holding it in like this, how uncomfortable it is..."

After finishing speaking, Songzhou sighed sadly again.

Standing not far away, Xingru listened to Song Zhou's nagging, which was a bit funny, and the scene in front of him was quite familiar to him. He seemed to have seen this place in the document of destiny not long ago, and he walked over.

Song Zhou raised his head, saw him, and asked a little strangely: "Xingru, why are you here?"

Xingru walked up to him, put away the smile on his face, knelt down, and said to him: "Come here to see you, there is something else I want you to remember for me."

Songzhou always felt that the scene in front of him was too weird, but because in the dream, everything seemed to be taken for granted, so he leaned back a little and leaned on the coffin, and asked him: "What's wrong with you? Look It doesn't look very good."

"It's not important," Xingru shook his head, and said to him, "Just remember for me, if there is any fairy in the sky who recovers the memory of the calamity in the future, he will find a person named Chu Sang, Just give him a word for me."

"What?"

"Tell him that Chu Sang is gone, and just leave a word for him before dissipating his soul," Xingru said word by word, "Chu Sang, the evil son, bid farewell here, and all the debts owed to my third brother have been paid back." , From then on, life after life, no reincarnation."

Song Zhou nodded and wrote down the words, then he asked doubtfully, "Why didn't you tell him yourself?"

Xingru smiled, and said to Songzhou calmly: "I want to dance to the immortal platform."

When Song Zhou heard this, he suddenly stood up from the ground, lowered his head and stared at Xingru in front of him, and said in his mouth: "You are crazy!"

Xingru's mind is unstable, going to Xiantai is not just as simple as erasing his memory, he will probably lose his wits if he jumps down like this.

Xingru shook his head, and he said slowly: "Since I came back from Nine Nether Realms, I've been like a donkey. Someone hung a carrot in front of me, and I chased and chased tirelessly. He tilted his head and looked towards the east of Qingxue Lake. The majestic palace was shining in the sunlight. His eyes were a little blurred, and he continued, "I thought I would get his one day, but in fact... I will never get it." I can't even catch up."

Song Zhou frowned and asked him: "Xing Ru, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Xingru didn't say much to Songzhou, he stood up from the ground, raised his hand, and lightly touched Songzhou's forehead: "Go to sleep for a while."

After waking up, it is a new day.

Songzhou watched Xingru disperse in front of his eyes. He called his name loudly, trying his best to get out of this dream, but no matter what he did, he was still left behind. here.

The hurricane swept in from the end of the sky, and countless fallen leaves and flowers fluttered in the strong wind. The demon envoy Liu Jia sat on the lookout platform and played a sad song on the zither. .

Suddenly there was a sound in the coffin behind him.

Song Zhou quickly turned around, supported the edge of the coffin with both hands, and asked softly inside: "My lord, are you coming back?"

The wind stopped, but the sound of the zither continued, a ray of golden sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and reflected on the coffin in front of me.

It is rare to see the sun in the Demon Realm, so I don't know what such a vision means now.

Songzhou's hands holding the coffin trembled slightly, but then he thought that all this before him was just a dream of his.

How should he get out of this dream?And Xingru, what exactly is he planning to do?

Xingru got out of the Songzhou dream, and walked straight along the Tianhe River in front of him, and the poplar flowers fell like snow, and he walked all the way to Dengxiantai at the end in such a heavy snowfall.

Dengxiantai stands tall and uninhabited. The white clouds below the stage are rolling like waves, and dozens of stone pillars are surrounded by giant dragons, majestic and majestic.

There were a few poplar flowers on his head, as if he had mottled hair. He climbed up to the immortal platform step by step, and looked back at the Ziwei Palace behind him. His Highness was there, maybe he had woken up, maybe he was still there deep sleep.

There were a few calls of white cranes in the wind, and the white Borneo flowers fluttered from Ziwei Palace to the end of Tianhe with the wind. He raised his hand, and one fell on his palm.

He looked down at the flower in his palm, and was stunned for a long time, when the figure of His Highness suddenly appeared in his mind, he stroked his head, and softly called himself Xingru.

He moved his head, trying to rub his palm, but his movements froze the next moment.

Your Highness is long gone, why can't I always remember?

He had made such a big determination in Wangyou Palace, but now on the Dengxiantai, looking at the tumbling sea of ​​clouds and intertwined electric lights under the Dengxiantai, he still retreated timidly.

He just sat down here, swinging his legs, looking down at the sea of ​​clouds below, the thunder and sparks shuttled endlessly, making piercing noises, he looked at them like this for a long time.

He suddenly remembered that His Highness taught him to read a lot of poems when he was young.

He remembered one of the sentences, life does not meet each other, it is like participating in business.

Shen Xing rises, Shang Xing falls, many fates in the world are like this.

And from the day His Highness died in the Garan Pagoda in the 16th year of Ximing, he and His Highness have also been like this.

But he still didn't want to forget his highness, he wanted to remember him forever.

Even if he had forgotten him and would inflict more pain on him, he still wanted to keep him.

His good Highness should always live in his memory forever.

The wind blew gently, Xingru tilted his head, suddenly laughed, raised his hand high, and sent the Udumbara flower in his hand back to the wind, he watched the flower fly from his eyes to the Tianhe River, Slowly falling into the water, he stood up, and was about to go down to the immortal platform, when he suddenly heard someone behind him calling him: "Xingru."

He turned around, Siquan Shangshen was standing under the Dengxian platform, looking at him with a gloomy expression.

The water of the Tianhe River flowed silently, and the Udumbara flower was wet by the waves and slowly sank into the water. After a long time, Siquan sighed and said to Xingru: "You should forget him."

Xingru lowered her eyes slightly and shook her head: "I don't want to forget him."

Si Quan shook his head, as if disappointed by his stubbornness, he raised his hand, and used such an indifferent voice in front of Xingru for the first time, "If that's the case, then I'll help you .”

The smile on Xingru's face was put away, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart. He stepped up and ran down the Dengxian stage, but was immediately fixed in place, and he stared at Si Quan who was under the stage. , looking painful, he opened his lips, but couldn't make any sound.

He was saying no, no.

Si Quan's fingertips shone with divine light, as bright as the sun and the moon, and there was a little compassion in his eyes looking at Xingru, but the divine light in his hand became more and more intense, and the next moment the giant dragon entrenched on the stone pillar turned into a living creature. The object, swooping towards Xingru on Dengxiantai.

Xingru was surrounded by raging flames, and the flames seemed to be able to burn all combustible things in the world, but the giant dragon was not afraid of this raging fire, it came with a howling wind, rolled up a cloud of remnants, and slammed him into the sky. Go down to Sendai.

In an instant, Xingru was tightly imprisoned by smoke, clouds and electric light under the stage, and the cold wind came from all directions with the dream hook, blowing on the face, as sharp as a knife.

Many chaotic images flashed through his mind, all about him and His Highness, and the last of these images were all set on an unusual summer afternoon in Ximing's 14th year.

He nestled in Ji Huaizhou's arms, talking to him words that he couldn't remember now, the sun passed through the thick branches and leaves above his head, casting a thin layer of light and shadow on them, he lay on Ji Huaizhou's chest, listening to him A steady heartbeat.

At that time, he thought that the rest of his long life would pass like this.

But God's will is like a knife, and he can't keep him.

"what----"

The countless dream-offering hooks protruding from under the immortal platform tore at his soul. The pain was not unbearable, and he had experienced more painful punishments. However, he clearly felt that the memories in his brain were also After being smashed into pieces by the dream hook, it gradually dissipated.

After he lost that eye in the heartless sea, he thought he had nothing left to lose.

It turns out that now it is like this, that is, there is really nothing.

He couldn't even hold on to what little memory he had left.

His Highness, His Highness...

The flesh and blood all over his body seemed to be crushed into fine minced meat under the immortal platform, and all the muscles and bones on his body were broken. He wailed loudly, with a strong smell of blood oozing from his throat. The sound was so miserable that no one could listen carefully. , The Dream Hook flashed lightning in the tumbling clouds to erase one after another of his memories. There was only emptiness in his eyes, and the tears seemed to have been drained.

He blinked, and suddenly countless shadows stretched out from his eyes, all of which belonged to His Highness. He stretched out his hand, wanting to hug him.

But, that was fake, all he encountered was nothingness.

So, he watched helplessly as these shadows shattered one by one in front of him.

It's all gone.

He stared into those empty, glazed gray eyes, and what little light was left was fading away.

Closing his eyes, the divine light condensed for tens of thousands of years under the immortal platform swallowed his last memory in an instant.

He doesn't remember him anymore.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and it was not until a long time later that the sound of the wind sounded again, and the willows on the bank of the Tianhe River swayed in the wind, and the willows danced like a heavy snow, from Ziwei Palace all the way. Floating to the end of the Milky Way, a few poplar flowers flew higher, jumped onto the immortal platform, and floated down again.

It was a good day with a nice breeze and clear skies.

He was going to die on such a good day.

This life ends like this.

Life and death in this world are dependent on origin and death, but that's all.

……

On the Jiuchongtian Temple, the peach blossoms in Qiantaoyuan are all over the sky, rising and falling with the wind, like a heavy pink snowfall, the Chongming bird spreads its wings and sings, thousands of white cranes flutter their wings together, the Shangshen in Wangyou Palace is caught in a In the dream, still did not wake up.

Climb to the Immortal Terrace, the red phoenix looms in the vast smoke and clouds, where the tail feathers pass by, it ignites a splash of karma, and then disperses into a sky filled with starlight, rustling down, like an endless rain of fire.

The thousands-mile plain of the Demon Realm is like a dark tapestry, vast and green, hot magma slowly flowing down the ridge, the devil made Liu Jia's piano sound cut off, and the coffin on Qingxue Lake exploded in the silence.

All of a sudden, tens of thousands of demons fell to their knees and shouted in unison. The voice was so loud that it shook the world.

"Welcome to the return of my lord—"

"Welcome to the return of my lord—"

"Welcome to the return of my lord—"