The little general is a pretty wolf wife

When Yuan Jia came to the wilderness of the Northland to visit Yuzhen's tomb again, he didn't know how many years had passed.

In the endless desert, there is a cloak mound standing alone. Behind the cloak mound is a dry old tree. The stiff and twisted branches show the appearance of dancing claws. The setting sun is like blood on it, desolate and sad.

Yuan Jia, dressed in rags, fell asleep in front of the tombstone.Clothes are ragged like a beggar, who would have thought that this is the once magnificent Emperor Dongheng?

Yuan Jia didn't call Dong Heng, he brought a jar of wine and put it in front of the stele.The slight sound woke Dong Heng up, with a thin and yellow face, although the originally ignorant and chaotic eyes were dim and desolate, but the madness was gone.

Dong Heng woke up.

This was the only thought in Yuan Jia's mind. He opened the wine seal and poured two glasses of wine. As if thinking of something, he conjured up another wine glass, filled it with wine, and handed it to Dong Heng.

Dong Heng rolled his eyes, he stood up slowly, raised the wine with his slender fingers, then smiled, "I thought no one would come."

Yuan Jia sat cross-legged across from him, heard that he didn't answer his words, but asked, "When did you become sober?"

"I have stayed with him for a long time, and I will gradually become sober." Dong Heng took a sip of wine, and the spicy liquid poured down his throat, his eyes wandered, "He has never had a bottom line." There will always be a day when you wake up in a tomb of clothes.

"It's just for you." Yuan Jia gave a rare smile, "Thousands of years have passed, if you want to leave, I can let you go today."

"What are you going out for? I'm just a waste now." Dong Heng leaned on the tombstone and said calmly, "I haven't done what he wanted. These last days must be what he wanted."

"Interesting, maybe you're not a trash, you're going out." Yuan Jia responded with a light smile.

"Yes." Dong Heng looked at Yuan Jia, "If I don't break my wings and cripple my cultivation, no one can trap me."

"You never regret it." Yuan Jia took a sip of his wine and shook his head slightly.

"Since I've done it, it's useless to regret it. I've regretted enough during the thousand years of madness." Dong Heng put down his wine glass, "Are you complaining about Yuzhen?"

"No." Yuan Jia looked at the setting sun with a smile, "Each has its own way and each has its own way of life. It is his own choice that he has been soft on you again and again. It is his own choice. There is no need for me to be unfair." My little Jiu'er can't come back, I've always been stingy, no matter who it is.

"That's true. Of the lotus in the teacher's pool, only mine has spiritual wisdom. When I was born, I was a domineering and strong person. When I was born, he thought I was a pure little white lotus."

He poured himself a glass of wine, drank and poured himself, talked and listened to himself.

"It's not that I haven't been moved, at least that's what I thought. Let him be the first in the Three Realms, and I can be the second. However, the moment the teacher's lover was forced to death by the immortals in the heaven I think, it’s nothing to depend on others after all. So what about the lover of the gods, damn it or not, I don’t want it, I want to stand on the peak and look down on these ants.”

Yuan Jia didn't speak, he just smiled.

After Dong Heng finished speaking, he wanted to pour the wine again, only to find that the wine was gone. He hugged the wine jar, his eyes drifted into the distance, and there was a crystal light in his eyes, but he would not allow it to fall.

He, Dong Heng, was never wrong.

Yuan Jia bowed to the tomb for a few times, and when he was about to turn around and leave, Dong Heng stopped him, "Yuzhen, is it possible to come back?"

Yuan Jia raised his head and squinted his eyes, without turning his head, he said, "I can't come back... I can never come back..."

Dong Heng clenched his hands tightly, and after a strange expression flashed across his face, he was relieved, "It's fine if you don't come back, or..."

"This tomb is restricted, I can't enter, you let me in." Dong Heng stood up and said firmly to Yuan Jia's back.

"I'm sorry Dong Heng, I can't help you with this matter. Since it's his punishment, you can bear it." Yuan Jia glanced at him with no sadness or joy, and disappeared in the moment when he turned around. Northern wasteland.

Dong Heng watched quietly for a long time, then laughed out loud, his voice was desolate and sad, he couldn't tell if it was because of Yu Zhen who would never come back, or because Yuan Jia didn't agree to his request, or because of his eternal life and death. The fate waiting in front of this tomb.He covered his eyes, and amidst the loud laughter, big drops of tears fell down, gushing out like rain.

The tears seemed to flow endlessly, Dong Heng kept laughing until he lost his breath, laughed until he choked up, and laughed until he fell down in front of the tombstone, the tears didn't stop.

This laughter attracted the sound of whistling wind, carrying thousands of dark clouds covering the sky and covering the sky, covering the setting sun that would never go down.

The clear liquid slowly turned pink, then bright red, and finally turned into thick blood, sliding down the tip of the chin drop by drop and falling onto the barren ground without stopping.

Dong Heng's laughter was too weak to be heard, but he never let go of his hand over his eyes.

...

That year a great miracle happened in the Northern Wilderness, and it rained for several months.

After the rain, a lake appeared in front of a solitary tomb that no one could get close to in the Northern Wasteland. In the lake was a pool full of blooming lotus flowers that would never wither.

This strange scene in the wasteland has attracted many creatures to chase after it.

But just like the solitary grave, this Qilian can't get close, and can only watch from a distance.

There are rumors that someone once saw two outstanding men in red clothes, beaming and tender, worshiping and marrying in the sky above the lotus pond full of ponds.

They kowtowed over and over again between heaven and earth.

We all know that it is a mirage, but it is just an illusion.

That is also the only illusion in this northern wilderness.

That was the only dream of the sleeping Dongheng.Yuzhen asked to be married to him, and in the wedding room he had arranged for them, they would pay homage to them that they would never have.

This time, Dong Heng had no other thoughts, he didn't go to the lord of the demon world, and became his No. [-] in the Three Realms with peace of mind.

But this dream, it will always only stay at the moment of worship, there is no follow-up in reality, not even in the dream.

I have always believed in no regrets, but in this incomplete dream, it was broken into pieces.

...

Yuan Jia also went to see that scene, and this Emperor God who always squinted his eyes and curled his mouth even when he was angry, after stopping to watch for a long time, the expression on his face became empty and sad.

Everyone in the world prefers a happy ending, everyone hopes that the miss can be repeated, and everyone wants the damage to be made up.

There is no best of both worlds. Many times, a mistake is a mistake. Even if the gods in the sky want to help you, it can't be done.

No one is omnipotent, not even God.