Your Majesty doesn't know

Growth is not the accumulation of days and years, but the joints after being nourished and tempered by various emotions and experiences.Yong has lived for thousands of years, a heart may have been vicissitudes in the long river of time, but it has never really grown up and matured. He is just an immature old man, or an old child.

For Sheng Ling's proposal, Yongsheng felt uncontrollable excitement and at the same time inexplicable panic.

Like a skylark born in a cage, it longs for and fears the blue sky.

But in the end, he was persuaded by Sheng Ling.

That little desire is like a spark falling into the weeds, which can start a prairie fire when blown by the wind.

Sheng Ling seldom spends so much time talking about others, this time it is rare to say a lot, analyzing the current situation and future of the people who lived and died and Changsheng himself one by one. If this continues, they will only usher in an ending— The family was destroyed, and only Yongsheng lived alone forever.

That would be a tragedy for everyone.

So Shengling wanted to persuade Yongsheng to leave, no longer accept the sacrifices of his clansmen, and go to a wider world to do more things.

Yongsheng was very moved, but very hesitant.

"However, if Eternal Life is gone, what about the other members of the Dying Life and Twilight Clan? They tried their best to create the 'exception' of Eternal Life. If he leaves, where will all their hopes be placed?" He Zichen On his behalf, he asked out the worries in his heart.

Regarding this, Sheng Ling had already come to a conclusion in his mind.

Sheng Ling said: "Zichen, why do you say that the 'exception' of eternal life created by the people of Chaos and Dusk is for?"

He Zichen replied: "Isn't it obvious that eternal life is the only exception in the whole family, and it is also an unknown variable. They hope that this exception will bring changes to their whole family—although they don't know if there will be any changes, What a change."

"Yes, so what they need is 'change', not eternal life." Sheng Ling said sharply, "And what can really bring them change is not eternal life, but this world."

"Although I didn't quite understand it, it seems to make sense..." He Zichen raised his eyebrows and said, "Go on."

"Eternal life is just a person, and it is a person who lives in this kind of environment all the time. It will make people tired of being the same, but it will never make people grow. Therefore, even after thousands of years, eternal life may not be as they hoped. Lead the whole family to create a new life."

"One person can't, but a group of people can. The immutability of the Dying Clan is not only due to the endless cycle of day after day, but also has something to do with their complete isolation from external connections." Sheng Ling said.

He Zichen understood a little bit, nodded clearly, and asked, "You mean... let the people from the Dying and the Dead and the ordinary people outside communicate with each other, so as to promote the development and change of the whole family? It's also a way, but you Can you imagine how difficult it would be to let these people who live and die come into contact with people who have lived for decades outside, and it might even be a disaster?"

"I have thought about it. However, I believe they would rather face difficulties and disasters than remain unchanged. Otherwise, why pay such a high price to create an eternal life? The development and growth of any ethnic group cannot be smooth sailing. Besides, disasters It is not inevitable, the difficulty is not irreducible..."

"The Clan of Life and Twilight poses no real threat to other clansmen, and they can live in harmony, but they just need some proper restraint..." Having said that, Sheng Ling paused, and gave He Zichen an encouraging smile, "That's it." It is up to you, our Majesty."

He Zichen thought for a while, nodded and said, "Then leave it to me. By the way, do you want to bring Yongsheng back to the Star Picking Tower?"

Sheng Ling did not deny it.

Compared with the people who live and die in the morning and evening, the Zhaixinglou really needs eternal life more, it needs a person who can witness and protect for a long time, and the eternal life in the Zhaixinglou is more suitable for growing and shining its own light.

After persuading Yongsheng, Sheng Ling sent a voice transmission to Asher, asking him to bring someone to fetch Yongsheng back to the Zhaixing Tower.During the two days that Asher came here, the two of them did not leave, and stayed in the old people's village to make some arrangements, and more importantly - to ensure the safety of eternal life.

They didn't forget that the wise demons came to snatch eternal life before. He Zichen still remembered that a wise demon used the word "body" when referring to eternal life. That is to say, in their eyes, eternal life is just a shell—a With an immortal body.

This confused both of them.

Immortality is certainly a fatal temptation, and it may be worth anyone taking it by any means, but such a body is completely useless to demons, a lifeless species. Even if they want to possess it, no matter how perfect the body is, it will be destroyed by them. The devilish energy is corrupt, so what's the use of trying to snatch the eternal body?

Although they couldn't figure out the reason, the monster's purpose was clear. Naturally, the two of them couldn't leave at ease, and stayed here for a few days until Asher and the others came.

When Yongsheng was picked up, it was evening again, but He Zichen hesitated, and stayed another night in the quiet old people's village on the grounds that the sky was too dark.

Sheng Ling didn't say anything, guessing something in his heart.

He is afraid.

The Old Man's Village is already close to the western border of Yousheng Country, and it won't take long to go west to the Lost River.And on the other side of the Lost River is the city where those non-living things gather, and it is probably also the lair of the thing that has been behind the scenes and targeted them countless times.

They are infinitely close to the truth, but they panic in front of the truth.

The river is very wide, as if it will never reach the shore; the water is very cold, soaking the temperature of the soul.

Sometimes the river is calm and sometimes rough.

The wind blowing up from nowhere made waves, and He Zichen lay quietly on Wangzai's bed, and could clearly hear the sound of the tide, wow——

wow -- wow --

He Zichen seemed to be lying on the river, swaying with the tide, he was not afraid, he vaguely knew that this place was friendly and safe to him.

The tide is very cold, but it is especially clean. All the filth will be washed here, and all the resentment will be purified here. The dead souls will wash away the dust here, become fresh and clean, and move on to the next new reincarnation.

He Zichen panicked for no reason. He was either afraid, or panicked in his heart. He always felt that something bad was about to happen.

Is it a hint of the sound of the river tide?Or innate intuition?

He Zichen suddenly sat up from the bed, panting heavily, his eyes widened in a daze, like a stranded fish.

Sheng Ling noticed his strangeness, and was looking at him worriedly, "Woke up so early, are you having a nightmare?"

He Zichen shook his head in a daze, then raised his hand to touch his chest, his heart was still beating fast... What's the matter?

What's wrong?He Zichen raised his eyes to look at Sheng Ling, suddenly remembered something, and suddenly turned out of the window.

It was still early in the morning, and there was a thin line of fish belly in the sky, and a few stars were scattered.

The faint ray of light touched the pupils of the eyes, and a drop of tear fell from the corner of He Zichen's eyes, wet the skirt of his clothes silently, without even noticing it himself.

He quickly got out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran outside, shouting loudly while running: "Ziyang! Ziyang!"

Sheng Ling also quickly chased after him and grabbed him. He Zichen turned around and held Sheng Ling's sleeve tightly, fixed his eyes on him, and said earnestly and eagerly: "Ziyang... Gone again!"

Sheng Ling's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he didn't ask how he was sure, but instead held his hand, waved his hand and sacrificed the flying sword, "Go! Let's catch up to him!"

He Zichen's heart was beating very fast all the time, and he was so flustered that he felt a little weak all over. He half leaned behind Sheng Ling, letting the wind blow his messy hair, his mind was in a mess, but a certain idea became clearer.

They all knew what He Ziyang was going to do.

He Zichen didn't need to say anything, Sheng Ling flew westward with his sword, the twilight of dawn shone obliquely from behind them, and there was still a thin darkness ahead.

When we arrived at the Lost Riverside, the sky was filled with clouds, and a fiery red sun rose from the ground.

He Zichen looked at the endless river and the huge stone statue of the Lost River Goddess in the middle of the river, and suddenly remembered something.

The Goddess of the Lost River turned into a huge stone statue and stood in the middle of the Lost River, suppressing the river full of yin, mortals and love and hatred. The goddess is also called the Lantern Girl.

The lamp in the hand of the lamp girl silently illuminates the entire river. The pure and mysterious light is the source of the river's self-purification, and He Zichen has been living in that lamp for three years since he left his soul.

—He made wicks for three years.

For some unknown reason, his soul seemed to have the power to make the light more pure, so as soon as the soul was separated from the body, he was recruited by the lamp owner to make a wick, and under the burning of the three-year-old lamp, his soul also got Refined to become more pure and tough.

Strictly speaking, it was the Lantern Girl who saved him. If it wasn't for the attraction from Lost River, he would have been taken away by the monster long ago.

That lamp is his umbrella, but also his cage.

It can protect him from any evil spirits, but it also binds him inside. He will never be able to get out. He can only be a wick forever, forgetting everything, and listening to the sound of the lost river in loneliness.

It was Sheng Ling who searched for him everywhere, and finally found him three years later, so he set up a spirit summoning formation, and even used the power of the Moon Heart Stone to snatch him back from the control of the Lantern Girl.

He remembered that Sheng Ling, who was distracted, sang a soul song, came across the river with his feet on the waves, dressed in white, with sleeves facing the wind, and a scepter set off the huge waves of the lost river, and fought with the lamp girl. After a fierce contest, he finally brought back his soul that had been floating in the tide for a long time.

But at the other end, Sheng Ling in the soul-calling formation was aging due to excessive consumption of spiritual power and inappropriate use of the power of the Moon Heart Stone. In the end, he got out of a coma and was on the silver light summoning array.

So many pictures suddenly flooded into his mind, and the memory was like a tide, and He Zichen, who was already panicked, was twitched for no reason.

He turned to look at Sheng Ling, wanting to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he saw Sheng Ling staring in a certain direction, his voice was a little deep and hoarse, "Ziyang..."

He Zichen followed his line of sight to look over, and immediately froze in place, his mind went blank for a moment, as if his soul had come out of his body.

He Ziyang emerged from the river and walked towards the bank step by step. The devilish energy on his body was gone, and his whole body was so clean that it was not stained with dust.He walked up the gentle slope by the river, and the crimson halo of the rising sun was beside him, reflecting a clear silhouette.

There are specks of light on his body, so thin that it is almost transparent, and it is as empty as a shadow. He is dew, foam, and a demon washed by the lost river.

He Zichen froze on the spot, not thinking about anything, but there was a voice in his heart laughing, saying over and over again, haha, he should have known, he should have known!

Reunion is to say goodbye.

He should have known.

He Ziyang walked to a slightly higher place and stopped, held the small yellow flower on top of his head, squatted down, and dug a shallow hole in the ground, carefully buried the roots of the small yellow flower with soil, so that it could take root here.

After planting the flowers, He Ziyang stood up calmly, turned his head to look at the fiery red sunrise in the east, and finally turned around, looking at He Zichen who had tears on his face at some point, he smiled. Warmer than the rising sun behind him.

He Ziyang spread his arms, his voice was as clear and soft as in his memory, he called: "Chenchen, come here."

He Zichen stood where he was and didn't move until Sheng Ling touched him. He raised his sleeves and wiped away his tears, and finally ran towards He Ziyang.

Sunshine and wind are whistling by, everything around has been blurred, and time turns into a whirlpool, unwilling to move forward and unable to retreat.On the bank of the Lost River, next to a small yellow flower, the two brothers finally completed this belated hug.

With a happy smile on the corner of He Ziyang's mouth, he looked over He Zichen's shoulder at Sheng Ling who was standing there, his smile became brighter, and he slightly bent his eyes.

"Chenchen, once we meet again, we will say goodbye forever, let us... say goodbye with a smile."

He Zichen tightened his arms desperately, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled forcefully, but tears streamed down his face.

"Brother, I love you."

He Ziyang disappeared in the sunlight, except for a few falling light chips, there was no trace of his existence.

He Zichen's arms tightened again and again, but they were only empty. He finally squatted down to hug himself, tears fell drop by drop on the petals of the yellow flower.

Smile, choke.

"……goodbye."