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"If you succeed in ascension, you will also be good friends in the fairy world."

At that time, they still had longings for ascension, and the worst outcome they expected was just a failure to cross the tribulation.When leaving this world, they looked at each other and smiled for each other's luck.

Unexpectedly, the truth revealed at that moment would be so absurd.

Yu Bei came back in a panic.But the person who promised to continue to be a good friend could never find his way back home.

In the end, Yu Bei failed to take back his remains.His cherished saber was also missing.He couldn't even pick up a handful of loess and bury his clothes in his grave.He had nothing even to commemorate or pay tribute to, perhaps the only friend of all the ages.

But he remembers all.

The blue sea and blue sky, the wind is warm, the sun is just right, and he said with a smile, "I am Yun Yao, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School."

He said: "You must practice hard and strive to transform into a human form as soon as possible."

He said: "Turn into a human form, and you can find a Taoist companion."

He said: "Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be quite handsome in human form, it's my favorite type!"

Sentence by sentence, familiar words intersect with each other.Amidst the hustle and bustle are broken pictures, memories gathered and distorted, hundreds of years of time smashed and broken apart, sharp as a broken mirror.

Then the memory freezes at the beginning: "Hello, are you the master of this sea? I have something to tell you."

The images of the first sight and the farewell overlapped, and the burden of the past crushed Kunpeng's spine like a substance.Yu Bei seemed to see his body being drained into a hollow appearance, the huge skeleton growing inward, piercing the soft flesh.Dissipated like a phantom.

The behemoth that lost its inner body collapsed and shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye.

So he found himself nothing.

Just a tiny, tiny fish.

The weak fish swam across the river and passed under a bridge on the Haoshui River.

Someone's voice came from the bridge: "I know Haoshang also."

Then he remembered, the earliest memory, the memory of ignorance.Because we are weak, we have no responsibility, because we are ignorant, we have no fear, because we are confused, we can swim along the river, because we have nothing, we don’t care about losing, and because we are lost, we can choose to escape.

If I abandon this identity and go back to the beginning——

"My favorite Chinese text is "Xiaoyaoyou"." This is what Xiao You said softly to him in the bookstore in the shopping mall. "Originally, my dad wanted to name me Xiao Yaoyou directly, but my mother disagreed with her life and death, saying that it sounded too high school, so I deleted a word and changed it to Xiao You. It's not easy to think at first. .”

Xiao You turned around, touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and said, "But, I really like Kunpeng!"

As if lit by this smile, the sun dispelled the heavy shadow, the weak body swelled outward at an incredible speed, the weeping heart began to beat out a powerful rhythm, and the delicate bones built a huge torso, with flesh and blood in it Rich and full.

"So... so..." Bai Shu murmured.

In the world of consciousness, the chain in her hand was cut off.She is no longer the controller who connects cause and effect to question the origin.

Tears welled up from the sockets.

The consequence of failure is backlash, and as a price, she will also go back to the source before she stepped into the path of practice.

She sobbed and asked, "Why didn't you save him?"

Yu Bei was silent for a long time before replying, "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

The surrounding scenes gradually faded, pulling everything back to the past.She was a little girl with braids, and her father was still alive.

Yu Bei looked at the face in front of him that he could no longer recognize - she was only 11 years old when her father died.Yu Bei found that he could not change the status quo. Language was useless at that time, and the logic of appeals would not be cared about. People thought they were walking on a road covered with flowers, and they didn't think of calling for help until they fell into the mud, but they The place that once stood has been actively and enthusiastically taken by others. People flock up to cross a dilapidated bridge. They push away their companions with suspicion, and bury the alien with insult. Some are to get to the other side, but many more Only the dense shoulders and the back of the head can be seen, so they follow the crowd to choose what is right, and some people liberate their own darkness and spread it on all passers-by. seen and never understood.

Yu Bei, who recovered from his injuries, tried to dilute the traces in the crowd and in the trivial worldly life, trying to experience the dense emotions that people grow from a short and fragile life, as Yun Yao said.But bumping all the way from the town to the countryside, what he saw and heard only made him fall into deeper confusion and pain.

Yu Bei met Bai Shu and her father in a village with poor land.

He was a man with a generous and refined temperament. Even if he walked through the mud every day, when he returned home, he would put on clean clothes first, and stroke his daughter's cheek with his manicured hands.His callused hands have planted seedlings and picked up feed, but earlier, he had used these hands to turn over pale yellow paper, and he had also used these hands to write beautiful poems.

On cold winter nights, when everyone else has gone to sleep.He once sat around the fire, talking with Yu Bei in a low voice about his favorite writing.

At that time, he looked at the stars in the sky and said: "Perhaps only the legendary Kunpeng can travel freely." The beloved daughter sitting next to him looked at the night sky in a daze, and then at his father.

Then the childish voice of the girl sounded: "Daddy will see it too, the sky above [-] miles."

Yu Bei stretched out his hand and placed it on top of her head.Although his fingertips were trembling all the time, his tone was slow and firm: "He saw it—the scenery that soared ninety thousand miles."

On the last night before his death, Bai Zhu's father had a dream in the cold and damp prison.

In the dream, the dull young man who had heard him talk about poetry and romance turned into a Kunpeng who "did not know how many thousands of miles he carried on his back" and whose "wings were like clouds hanging from the sky" carried him from the blue ocean to the boundless sky .

The vast land becomes narrow, flocks of birds pass by in terror, and the sea sees them off.

Covering their wings with a distant haze, they soared ever upwards, through clouds and thunder and lightning, and they flew on the wind till the end of the rainbow.

The author has something to say: Sorry for the short chapter.Because I saved some manuscripts before, when I wrote this chapter, it snowed heavily and it was very cold that day. I didn’t plan to code, but I wanted to write something before going to bed, but I held my breath and forcibly finished this chapter and fell asleep.The next day I opened it and wanted to make up, but I felt that I couldn't start OTZ. In the end, I only fixed the typos and messy word order when my consciousness was lax.

Sorry for the bad writing _(:з」∠)_.