The villain has a white moonlight

"In the sky near the end, dark blue and light blue turbulent sea intertwined with crimson and bright yellow flames, together with gray and white clouds, gathered into a huge and constantly surging vortex, and falling meteors shone brightly, dragging star trails Across the cloudy sky, the destruction of the mortal world in the cultivation world is only in the hands of the prince of Yuyi Kingdom who has the power to approach the gods." To the east of Jinguan City in Shushan, a group of girls are gathering in a pavilion to listen to stories, and the purple-clothed woman who reads the story The story book in his hand was written by Resisting Frost, who is widely circulated in the cultivation world today.

The story from the war disaster launched by the Jiwu Dynasty against the Yuyi Kingdom to the endangered world of Xiujie is coming to an end.

The stories in the storybook are naturally fabricated by imagination, but the girls who listened to the stories felt that they were somewhat true.

They have all personally experienced the disaster on the verge of doomsday.

The land of Xiujie is occupied by abnormally growing peach blossom trees without sunlight, the space seems to be pulled by an invisible hand, and a huge force seems to tear the land apart.

In the oppressive and hopeless atmosphere, the mountains and rivers that everyone thought were collapsing, the flood flooded the sky, and the magma poured back, but in the end it still didn't come.

The mighty premonition of annihilation melted away in the drizzle of the Lanxi River, the mountains and rivers remained the same, and the people whose bodies were occupied by the peach blossom trees all returned to normal.

Really only the power of God can do this!

"Sister Lingdang, what happened to that little prince and the crown prince of Yuyi Kingdom?" a girl wondered.

"I don't know, Frost Resisting Guest didn't write it." Ling Dang closed the book and sighed, "This story makes me feel very complicated."

The protagonists of the story are the ninth prince of the Jiwu Dynasty and the prince of the Yuyi Kingdom.

No matter how many years passed, the boy was always looking for his god, even though his memory was wiped away by the punishment from time, he still found his highness the crown prince, and fell in love with the same person in the ashes of the past beyond recognition.

The prince also made his own choice for his beloved, the God of Feather Clothes did not die, and the God of Destruction was not born.

The story ends, but people's lives continue.

After the battle of Yanmo City, the Langya Wang clan of the Three Great Immortal Sects allocated a lot of material and financial resources to the post-disaster reconstruction work. The affected cities recovered very well and are already thriving. Cranes opened granaries to release food to relieve disaster-stricken people in various places. The Jinling Xie family developed an antidote to eradicate mycelium in the human body and distributed it widely.

The Wang clan of Langya also built Yinyang stations in various places to monitor the earth's energy and the movements of demons and ghosts.

It has been three years now, and the damaged Xiujie has been rebuilt one after another, and the panic has gradually subsided over time.

In Langya Wang's school grounds, the kite targets floating up and down in the mid-air are of different shapes, and they all look like ghosts with teeth and claws.

A young man with a tall and straight figure, dressed in an archery suit with a black-bottomed vermilion bird pattern, his long hair neatly tied high by a Garuda crown, he stretched his bow and set his arrows, and his gentle face showed a serious expression. Sharp hides edge.

The golden arrows shot one after another all hit the bull's-eye, and the kites fell one after another. The little black dog Ai Po ran after the kites all over the school field wagging his tail, like a small black whirlwind, and the small bell on his neck rang very cheerfully.

On the stand not far away, several plates of snacks are placed on the rosewood three-legged table, which are full of fragrance. The white porcelain plate contains green tea, red beans and fruits, the pink porcelain plate holds the cherry blossom water Xinxuan cake, and the blue glaze lotus leaf shaped plate Inside are snow-white glutinous rice dumplings and sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Xie Shaoyu, a cake-eating boy with his legs crossed, held the stove in one hand, and leaned lazily on the soft couch, as if he couldn't enjoy watching it. He snapped his fingers, and the last kite hit by an arrow flew from left to right, from right to right. To the left, it seems to jump up and down without landing, but there are traces to follow.

The young man in red bird clothes calmly took out an arrow that was smaller than before from the quiver on his back, made a trick, swung his long and slender fingers with the gorgeous longbow, and the bow became one size smaller.

The sunshine from between the trees fell on the young man's white face, he put an arrow on the bow, and when the time came, the young man narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Break!"

The last arrow left the string and whistled away with the sound of the wind, piercing straight into the long arrow nailed on the bullseye before, splitting the arrow into two halves from the arrow feathers, the original arrow fell, and the new small arrow was nailed into it. Bullseye, the feathers are flowing with luster, falling from the clouds as the kite flutters and sways.

"Wow, Siyuan, you're really amazing!" Xie Shaoyu bit the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

Wang Siyuan retracted his bow and walked towards his friend lightly: "I'll let them fly a few more kites, and you can try it too."

"Hmm ~ no," Xie Shaoyu shook his head and said, "My heart has been suffering from pain recently, and my arms are not strong enough to pull the bow."

"Then let's go to the medical department!" Wang Siyuan became worried.

"I'm afraid it's not the sequelae of the peach blossom tree. The medical department can't help it at the moment."

"If you don't check it, how do you know there's nothing you can do? Follow me." Wang Siyuan said eagerly.

"Hey, I'm your ass, Xiao Siyuan."

"Shaoyu you...you are really..."

"Kite playing is boring, to tell you the truth, I want to go hunting at your hunting ground at night."

Now that the entire cultivation world of demons and ghosts has dropped sharply, the Shura Dao crime wailing wall has been destroyed, and the evil spirits inside have been emptied out of nowhere, and Yanmo City is still a legal sanctuary. Players have more time to clean up, but for demon slayer lovers, these extra time will only make them feel idle.

It is very common for dozens of people to hunt down a monster because it is rare. The monster may be a middle-level product and it is not difficult to catch. However, the monks who catch the monster will often fight first when encountering a monster. It is bad luck. The monsters were trapped in the magic circle and watched them stunned after the fight and were carried away by the final winner as trophies. Fortunately, the monsters that were not trapped directly ran away while they were fighting. .

Just... very helpless.

Nowadays, only the Langya Wang clan's own hunting grounds in the world of cultivating monsters and evil spirits are quite considerable, and they are divided into three areas according to the difficulty level, for the children of the clan and the children of other immortal sects to practice and upgrade.

"But now is the hunting break." Wang Siyuan shook his head, "No one is allowed to enter the hunting ground without permission."

"Hey, okay, I'll ask for instructions when Sect Master Wang comes back." Xie Shaoyu pushed the plate containing the cherry blossom water Xinxuan cake over, "Come on, little Siyuan, eat with me."

"Mmm!" Wang Siyuan put down his bow and arrow, and sat down opposite Xie Shaoyu, a piece of cold fell on his cheek, and it melted instantly.

"Wow! It's snowing?!" Xie Shaoyu exclaimed happily.

It is the first snow.

The cold north wind blew across the south of Nanshan Mountain, and the snowflakes fell from the heavy cloud-covered sky like flying white feathers. The whole world was quiet and peaceful. The snowflakes accumulated into a fluffy snow cover, covering withered vegetation.

Mu Qinyin's tomb was also covered in snow, and the string of white talisman papers on the spiritual rope outside the cemetery fluttered like white butterflies in the wind.

On an inaccessible mountain road, a tall figure climbed the stone steps. A man in a suit of vermilion bird wears a gorgeous long sword on his waist, a golden-winged bird crown shines brightly, and a high brown-red ponytail flutters in the raging snowstorm. A bunch of Yunqi platycodon flowers, with one hand slightly raised, the wide sleeves shield the flowers from the cold wind and snow.

When Wang Huan arrived at Mu Qinyin's tomb, he stood there holding flowers for a long time, staring at the tombstone quietly, with a soft expression on his stern face, and a thin layer of snow accumulated on his clothes.

He leaned over and put the flowers in front of the tombstone: "Sister Yi, Siyuan has grown taller recently, and her cultivation level has also improved a lot. She can be the little city lord of Yanmo City with ease, and everything is fine."

"Hao Yu has lost weight again. She takes care of the internal and external affairs of the Jinling Xie Clan with her heart. Besides, she will still feel depressed when thinking of her old friend. You know, she values ​​affection the most," Wang Huan gently brushed away. The snow on the tombstone, "Everything else is fine, please rest assured, Sister Yi."

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a delicate small box from his sleeve and opened it. Inside were two Garuda rings side by side, one big and one small.

"I've always wanted to mention this to her, but..."

Nodding his head and being silent, the smell of the wind changed a little, and there was a faint scent of incense in the wind. Wang Huan quickly put the things in his hands into his sleeves, and a red-bottomed white plum tung oil umbrella had blocked his head from the wind and snow.

Wearing a crane feather cloak and purple plum make-up, the elegant woman held an umbrella in one hand and put on a velvet cloak in the other. Seeing him turn around, she handed over the cloak.

"I knew you would come to see Sister Mu," Xie Niyu smiled with her starry eyes, "It's been very quiet here."

"En." Wang Huan took the cloak and tied the tether silently, his face was calm, but the roots of his ears were slightly red. .

Recently, a hundred families of the immortal sect jointly signed a joint name to support Ji Lingjun, the suzerain of the Langya Wang family, as the immortal emperor, but the joint letter was sent to the Langya Wang family, but no response was received.

However, the voices became louder and louder, and he only felt that it was too noisy.

Xie Niyu put away the umbrella, put the Yunqi platycodon flower in her hand in front of the tombstone, flipped her hands to conjure the Sanskrit sound, the plectrum picked the strings, and the sound of the pipa was as cold as jade beads hitting an ice plate. A song "Rite Soul".

Wang Huan also drew out the Vermilion Bird sword, stepped on the song and danced the sword, straightened like a dragon, the light of the sword flowed, the pipa and the sword were like twins, and they cooperated very tacitly.

At the end of the song, the purple-clothed woman with a slight worry between her brows finally relaxed a lot.

The snow has also been much smaller, falling sporadically.

"After arriving at Sister Mu's place, the heavy snow has become gentle." Xie Niyu hugged the pipa and said softly.

"The wind is also gentle."

"Yeah, just like Sister Mu was before she was alive." Xie Niyu closed her eyes and smiled.

Haoyu must have remembered the past in the academy, when Yijie and them were all there, but now, Ji Wuxian has no news, and Yanmo City has only Xiao Wanyin's clothes left.

Wang Huan wanted to brush off the thin snow that had fallen on his clothes for the person in front of him, but he heard a long cry from the clouds, and a falcon bird with feathers and white necks broke through the wind and came to him, landed on his shoulder, and took off its claws. Unroll on a small kraft paper roll.

"News from the Yinyang station?"

"Yes, they detected that the atmosphere in Kunlun Mountains has changed."

"Has the reason been found out?" Xie Niyu was slightly worried.

"Not yet, I will go in person."

"I'll be with you." Xie Niyu took the pipa back.

"If it's related to Yuyi Country, we might be able to meet our old friends."

Xie Niyu was stunned. Only the person who initiated it had the ability to end the doomsday disaster. In the face of absolutely powerful forces, they have no room to fight back.

Only one person can stop Prince Yuyi who has the power to approach God.

She always felt that Ji Wuxian didn't die, but just returned to Yuyi Country.

If he is still alive, why has there been no news in the past three years? Has he forgotten this cultivation world and the old people in this cultivation world?

Knowing that what Ji Wuxian has been looking for for a long time is His Royal Highness, she should be happy that her friend got what she wanted.

But still concerned.

"The snow has stopped, let's go down the mountain!" Xie Niyu calmed down, and said softly, "When passing through Heluo, let's go to see Wanyin first."

"Okay." Wang Huan didn't say any more, picked up the red umbrella on the ground, walked with Xie Niyu, and headed for the misty mountain road.

Yanmo City is now under the joint management of the Wang and Xie families. The spooky aura of the past has faded away, and the prosperity of Heluo has been restored. It has also continued the rules set by Mr. Huang Quan. Monsters and ghosts in this city have the same status as mortal monks. , rewards and punishments are all based on the same law, so here, you can often see golden-scale koi swimming in the air, a few red foxes performing silk puppet shows at roadside stalls, and young and beautiful girls who are shopped in rouge. Into a scene of colorful birds flapping their wings and flying away.

Local residents are not surprised, but foreign tourists are very surprised.

Right now, white plum blossoms are blooming on both sides of the streets in the main city, and the fragrance is mellow like fine wine. Among the bustling crowd, there is a woman with bangs and ponytail holding a peach blossom fan, walking along the long streets and alleys alone, familiar with the road, Passing through crowds of monsters and humans, I came to a cosmetic shop.

"Miss Wu hasn't come here for a long time." The boss smiled and said, "Are you going to travel far away? Or the fragrance of peach blossoms?"

Wu Siyue was carrying a small bundle, and Pin Ting was standing in the snow, her clothes fluttering like cardamoms in full bloom in February, and said with a smile: "Yes, thank you boss."

After the battle of Yanmo City, the mortal souls in her body scattered and escaped, and Mu Qinyin's fragrant soul also entered reincarnation. She fell into a deep sleep and was taken in by the Langya Wang family and placed in a residential house in Yanmo City.

Probably because of the soul that her clay body had raised for Mu Qinyin for a period of time?

Wu Siyue took the peach blossom fragrance and felt very happy. Her body was intact and she could wake up again with abundant spiritual power, it must be because His Royal Highness is still alive.

As expected, the master is still the kind and gentle Highness from the beginning!

The Xiujie now looks peaceful and peaceful, but what about Yuyi Country?

I had to go back and find the answer myself.

She knew the entrance to Yongsui Lane in Kunlun Mountain, and hoped that the motherland would not reject her, a citizen left behind in the mortal world.

The woman in Qian Yi unfolded her peach blossom fan and waved it lightly, the wind was blowing gently on the flat ground, and no one could be seen.

On the outskirts of Yanmo City, a woman in a hibiscus skirt was sitting on the ground leaning against a white plum tree, holding a notebook in one hand and resting her cheek in the other. There were already many fallen flowers on her clothes, and she seemed to be meditating. There was a hairpin in her black hair like a crow feather. With a hibiscus hairpin and a peacock feather pen, the peacock feather trembled slightly as the breeze blew by.

Dong Gongfu still remembered everything that day.

In the invisible white sea of ​​flowers, the breeze blew by, the sea of ​​flowers rippling with waves one after another, and the surrounding area was covered with a layer of gray color, as if time and space were stilled, the petals in the air, the still sea of ​​flowers, She is also like a stone statue unable to move.

It wasn't until there was a 'tick' sound of water droplets dripping from the void, and then the sky started to rain, that everything began to be alive again, and the true colors spread.

However, the moment Luo Yafeng turned into a breeze and left was the last straw that broke the camel's back after her father's death. She felt in a trance that the sky had really collapsed. She fainted in the sea of ​​daisies and was found by the Eastern Palace Shenhe Take it back to Shushan.

Feelings of depression, depression and pain recurred, like a sharp knife cutting out the heart.

It lasted for two full years, and the doctors couldn't heal themselves, and Donggong Shenhe invited all the famous doctors, but it was useless.

She wanted to die, but Luo Yafeng let her live well.

Live, live well, she bid farewell to Donggong Shenhe, began to talk about medicine, and at the same time wrote the famous book Resisting Shuang Ke, which relieved her mood a lot.

The quill she often used was made from the peacock feather left by Luo Yafeng.

At this time, there was another breeze blowing, and the white plum blossoms fluttered one after another, falling off her clothes.

"Feng, is that you?" She smiled slightly, and muttered to herself, "It must be you."

Not far away, the melodious sound of the tower bell of the White Tower came. She took off the quill in her hair, picked up the pen, and began to write a new story.

This time, let’s start the story with Mount Shu!

In Yongsuili of Kunlun Mountain, it is almost dusk at this time, the magnificent sunset glows the clear sky, thousands of peaks and ravines are shrouded in warm orange light, and the lingering clouds and mists are lingering, far away from the mortal world, and the magnificent and magnificent city outline of Yuyi Kingdom lays out In the meantime.

The revived Cymbidium spinosa tree is lush and verdant, under the tree there is a paulownia guqin, a young man in a brocade suit with a white background and sea water pattern, the long silver hair tied up in a silver crown is like the color of starlight, pouring down his shoulders, his face As beautiful as a silver snow peony, with a noble posture like the god of Luoshui, it is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Yuyi Kingdom.

The breeze blew the Prince's robe, and the mist was lingering, and the sea water cloud patterns on the clothes were also surging, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in mist and rain.

The prince did not play the piano, but held a carving knife in his hand, and in the other hand, a palm-sized puppet was taking shape.

Under the tree, there are two other identical Ji Wuxian dolls, leaning against the sacred tree, obedient and quiet.

An empty shell without a soul is naturally well-behaved and quiet.

Just like Ji Wuxian who has not yet woken up.

A blue luan and an oriole flew together, each holding a strand of white, purified national soul in feathers.

The prince got up and stood aside.

The two birds flew around the tree three times and released their beaks.

The soul sinks into the Shenmu, and new life will be bred from the Shenmu in the future.

"Thank you two soul envoys." The prince said softly.

The two birds nodded and flew to the branches of the Shenmu, each combing the other's feathers.

"Fu Mengsheng, is this your fulfillment?" The prince raised his hand to cover his heart.

The breeze blows slowly, the branches and leaves rustle, no one answers, but there is an answer.

Fu Mengsheng committed suicide, not to back down, but to revive Yuyi Country.

His body is a replica of the sacred wood, and now it has turned into a new sacred tree.

And the good soul of the prince, the happy soul of Lan Xizhi and the love for Ji Wuxian all returned to the original body.

Those mortal bodies that were hosted by the peach blossom tree were supposed to be the hosts of the rebirth of the souls of Yuyi Kingdom. In the end, he did not destroy the realm of cultivation, but just a thought of kindness, and more to protect Ji Wuxian.

"I tried many methods, but Ah Xian still didn't wake up. If I can't succeed this time, I might...really lose him forever." The prince lowered his eyes, gently stroked the puppet's face, and his voice trembled.

Even if you have the power to approach God, there are times when you can't do anything.

The moon is setting and the stars are sinking, the morning glow is all over the sky, and the undefeated flowers of Yuyi Kingdom have bloomed for three years.

Whether it is three years, 30 years, 300 years or 3000 years, it will wait.

Wait for the butterfly to wake up.

All along, he was wrong.

Doubt, temptation, self-deception, deception, they tortured each other.

He couldn't believe that Ji Wuxian would still love him,

However, whether it is the prince of Yuyi Kingdom who is loved by countless people, or the evil god of misfortune who has already fallen into the endless abyss,

Ji Wuxian's love for him is always warm, deep, clean and pure,

Years ago, many years later, it was the same.

Being chased all the time, he dared not turn around.

I was worried that after turning around, there was no one there.

He was wrong.

Rather than destroying the mortal world of Xiujie and letting Yuyi Kingdom return to the beginning as soon as possible,

He is willing to spend a long time creating a whole new world.

As long as Ji Wuxian can come back, he is willing to wait.

The Yuyi Temple is located in the middle of a sea of ​​white flowers. A string of half-worn wind chimes is hung under the eaves. The mountain wind blows, and the clear sound of the wind chimes cuts through the silence.

In the clear pool not far from the temple, the water surface is as clean as a mirror, and the sky and clouds are reflected in it. Green aquatic plants are floating in the water, and birds are passing by in the sky, like fish swimming through the underwater jungle.

The melodious sound of the zither came from the Shenmu, winding and lingering, light and peaceful, but there was a vortex in the center of the pool, and a column of water rose up. The leisurely little fish spirits and kappa boys were shocked by the things rising in the pool. , Hiding under the leaves of duckweed and water lily, peeping secretly, and after confirming that there is no danger, they gathered together to watch.

The water column supports an ice coffin, which emits a cool breath in the sun and reflects colorful light.

Layers of crabapple flowers were laid in the ice coffin, and the fiery red flower cups were in full bloom at the right time, all of which were transformed by the prince's spiritual blood. The young man surrounded by the flowers was dressed in snow-white clothes like flaming red clothes, with a pale and handsome face, The long black hair spread out like seaweed.

The young man closed his eyes tightly, folded his hands around his chest, and fell asleep peacefully. His eyelashes were like the wings of a still ink butterfly, and the still part of his heart seemed to indicate that the young man in the ice coffin was no longer alive.

However, the ice coffin shattered under the sun, and the begonia flowers fell one after another. Accompanied by the flying water droplets and ice crystals, it was like a rain of flowers. The bird, whose body was quickly swallowed by the pool, continued to fall into the depths of the deep pool, and the white robe and red robe were turned into a fluttering flower by the rippling water waves.

The young man in red frowned slightly, as if he was in a nightmare, his eyelashes trembled densely, like a butterfly flapping its wings with great effort.

Those ice cubes and crabapple flowers floated around him, swaying in the water waves, and his fingers touched a bright red flower cup. When the flowers were about to be washed away by the water waves again, the fingers suddenly trembled slightly.

In the next second, the slender fingers had already grasped the crabapple flower.

"Your Highness!" Ji Wuxian yelled, and opened his eyes suddenly.

Through the cold air of broken ice and the sparkling water surface, I looked at the distant mountains like Daisy, the birds flying obliquely across the cold pool, and the colorful halos of floating dust under the sun. , everything is so clear and beautiful.

He was a little dazed, and was in a trance for a while. The little fish spirits and kappa boys looked at each other, and guided by the sound of the piano, they gathered together and pushed the dazed young man to the pool.

Ji Wuxian went ashore from the pool, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Didn't he already...

However, everything around is extremely real.

Ji Wuxian hurriedly followed the sound of the piano, and thousands of emotions rushed into his heart.

The sound of the piano stopped, and he could already see the Shenmu in the distance.

A wind blows from the ground and the peach blossoms fall like rain, looking at the crown prince under the sacred tree through the rain of flowers.

He is alone in the distant water and lonely clouds.

The prince sat very upright, with a serious look on his brows and eyes, holding a pen in one hand and a puppet that had been carved in the other.

The palm-sized puppet is dressed in red clothes, painted with gold and color, like the sky filled with smoke and clouds.

The black plush hair is curled into a high ponytail, like seaweed fluttering in the wind.

The puppet's porcelain-like face was originally blank. The prince took the pen, dipped it in the paint tray next to it, and began to trace.

One stroke at a time, the puppet was painted very seriously, and soon the puppet had a handsome face, golden eyes, radiant, and it looked like a young Ji Wuxian.

Falling flowers brushed the prince's ink-like hair, handsome nose, and handsome profile.

Ji Wuxian's eyes were filled with mist, and when he walked forward, only a few steps away from the prince, his eyes were already blurred.

In the city of Jinling, with a glimpse, it is as if you can see the wonderful flowers blooming in the supreme forest.

I thought it was picking flowers in the mirror and picking the moon from the water.

But they all met the most real each other.

When the prince went to the altar, he had cut off the red thread Huo Xiwu on the fingertips of the two of them.

But finally cut off the entanglement and traction of the previous life.

"Your Highness..." He couldn't help calling out.

The puppet and carving knife in the prince's hand fell to the ground with a slap, and the whole person froze there. The wild smoke and weeds around were like smoke, and the wind was still.

Ji Wuxian walked over, embraced his lover from behind, and said softly, "Your Highness, I'm back."

The author has something to say: Finally! ! ! ! ! ! !

The finale was changed [-] times and finally I used the original version in my mind.