Dai Luan woke up from such nightmares several times.
In the dream, she fell from a very high place but could not wake up in time. This feeling of weightlessness continued, making her feel extremely real, just as she had felt when the mountains and seas rolled down the cliff... But this was not what she was afraid of.
She could see, just below her, another woman falling as well. She stretched out her hand to grab it, but she couldn't touch her arm. The two of them were always so distant. She wasn't falling, but something was pulling her from below.
Dai Luan knew that at the end of this dark abyss, there was a giant black dragon. He is watching eagerly, waiting for the opportunity to move, opening his bloody mouth at any time to pull all living people into a place of eternal destruction.
The coolness around me is getting stronger and stronger, as if I am using frost and snow as armor, cold and heavy. She couldn't see the other person's expression clearly. The two of them are sometimes far away and sometimes close, even in dreams they are so blurry. Like looking at the moon in the water or flowers in the mist, the ever-changing and twisting faces seemed to her like molten wax, gradually disintegrating with the wind from bottom to top. No matter how much she shouted, the woman would not respond even a word. Dai Luan didn't even dare to close her eyes, because she would disappear the moment she blinked.
By then, she will wake up.
Every time she woke up, she would know why her face was so blurry—her eyes were filled with tears. Only when she wakes up will Dai Luan stretch out her sleeves to dry her eyes. She never really cried.
Because she knew that this was not a dream.
It's a reality that really happened.
Reality will not be changed.
Won't.
Since it is a fact, it should be accepted calmly. I believe that the moment Mu Wan drew out the Demon-Sealing Blade, she was ready to take on all this.
"She was already dead at that time." Shan Hai said, "I think... it should be like this. Perhaps only inhuman things can use this weapon forged by Shura..."
"But, there are so many people fighting for the Demon-Sealing Blade in history!" Dai Luan argued with him, "Who has never been on the verge of death? Why is it that only she can... only she can..."
"I don't know anymore." Shan Hai said.
That night, Shi Wuqi didn't say anything. Before dawn, he drank a lot of wine, and no one could stop him. No matter how the people around them talked, no matter how Dai Luan and Shan Hai argued, among the sobbing crowd, a thick sadness filled the ruins. Although most houses were solid, the earthquake destroyed many facilities and injured many people. The remaining wildfires are still burning, and many people are still busy fighting the fires. The New Year is coming, and these reconstruction tasks must be completed quickly in a short period of time. There is not much time left for them to grieve. Tears have always been a creation of history's annihilation.
Just for a moment.
Just light and airy.
Shi Wuqi has a physique that never gets drunk. After drinking cold wine, the colder it becomes, the more awake you will be. Dai Luan's questions repeatedly lingered in his ears. He doesn't know when he will meet again with his friends who fought side by side in the past. It was too sudden, caught off guard, obviously reasonable, but still unexpected. They knew why, but...why? Why?
Meaningless questioning is like self-questioning and answering without any response. Gu Jia Qianlong Shuang Yuejun happily joined the reincarnation stream and entrusted all the work to her... Will she accept it?
Does she have a choice?
Mo Liang was lucky to survive. The sword that penetrated Yue'e, he used more brute force. In fact, it is unknown when the massacre redundancy provided by Ye Yuejun for Gui Tan will be exhausted. But in Xue Yan Valley, he can live safely under the care of Chi Li and others. If he is lucky enough, he should be able to survive until the end of his life.
Mo Liang asked: "How should we explain to her mother?"
After the question that everyone avoided was raised, the only response he received was silence alongside death.
Until Shi Wuqi said softly:
"say no more."
"How can it be?"
"I lied to her. My daughter has gone down the mountain to do some work. She will be back soon."
"But she can't come back!"
"Let her believe she will come back."
This seems like a more cruel choice. Everyone can do tacit deception. In the process, one day, when Mu Wan's mother was completely reduced to a gray-haired old man, she realized in a daze that she could never wait for her daughter back.
Or maybe she was lucky enough to live a safe life, but she lost her memory of the person she loved most when she grew old. Many old people cannot even remember their children until the end of their lives. If this disease could happen to her, it would be a mercy from the gods.
Tang Huailan left without knowing when, which made some people very dissatisfied. Mu Wan saved her and didn't ask for her blessing, but he didn't even say goodbye. Some said she was afraid of trouble and ran away, some accused her of being ungrateful, and some expressed understanding. But it is not up to them to decide whether to forgive or not.
The person who means what he says is no longer here.
Chi Li will be immersed in deep but unreasonable regret for a long time... maybe, not that long. Sometimes in some stories, it is clear who is right, but in the end, it is not necessarily clear who will get a good ending. If revenge is Mu Wan's only wish, is the price he should bear?
Is it reasonable?
There is still no one who can answer.
Since the Battle of Winter Solstice, time has been incredibly fast.
Two months is just a blink of an eye. Everyone has devoted themselves to the reconstruction of Xue Yan Sect. Wood, stone, grain and oil are continuously imported into this almost isolated valley, and white silver keeps flowing out like water. Fortunately, Chi Li managed things well and accumulated a lot of wealth for Xue Yan Sect in a short period of time. When the various sects in the world learned about this, they also sent people to visit and provided a lot of help, solving the urgent need. They all knew that the feared assassin surnamed Tang had disappeared from the world without a trace. The time was short, and the news of death without a body was not very convincing. However, there is indeed no news about his actions in the past two months. It is too calm and it is inevitable to make people restless. A new assassin has appeared in the world, and his skills probably come from the Tang family. She held two weapons, but they were two broken knives.
Some people say that one of them is the weapon of the assassin named Tang. Perhaps Tang He was killed by this woman in Xueyan Valley. The only strange thing is that both of them have the surname Tang, but they are not from the Tang clan, and there is no blood connection between them.
How did the mountain collapse?
It’s probably because you have done too many bad things and God can’t stand it, so you must have been punished by God—that’s what everyone said. But the location happens to be Xue Yan Valley, so I can only be glad that there is not too much negative news about Xue Yan Sect. If I insist on spreading rumors, I can't beat them with three sticks. After all, the cross section was too smooth and too bizarre, completely filling up that small ravine. That's really not something that a mere human can do. A mountain ax splitting a mountain's palm is nothing more than a fabricated product of stories about monsters.
Everyone feels that way. It will probably take some time to wait for the rumors of the Demon-Sealing Blade to spread.
During the Chinese New Year, the Xueyan Sect was temporarily repaired, so that everyone would not have to live in a leaky house. It's just that the large piece of stone plain that you look at is too empty, which makes people feel empty. There was a heavy snowfall in the New Year, which paved the place. From a distance, it looked incredibly white, almost connected to the sky.
Liveliness and prosperity are unique scenery in the world. The cheerful sound of firecrackers on New Year's Eve melts away all tragedies, and even sad memories become weak.
Years later, they will leave for Dailuan City. On the occasion of parting, Shanhai came to the room of a woman living alone and knocked on the newly installed door. The woman opened the door and quickly called the four people in.
"We are here to say goodbye, so we won't come in to sit down." He said, "But... before I say goodbye, I wanted to ask you if you would like to go with us to Dailuan City? It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and compared to the Snow and Inkstone Valley, It’s a unique scenery… Would you like to come with us to see it?”
"I don't have to worry about my old arms and legs!" The woman was clearly still very young. She smiled, but seemed older than ever.
"...It doesn't matter, I'm a little abrupt."
"Thank you for being so caring about me. It's much more useful than my unfilial son. You left me here alone at such a young age... They said Wan'er was sent to find someone. When return?"
"...Soon, soon." Dai Luan held her withered hand and moved the subject dryly, "If you want to come in the future, just write a letter and we will send someone to pick you up."
"Okay, okay, definitely..."
Shi Wuqi is really a happy-go-lucky person. They quietly returned to Dailuan City and stayed there for a few days. After inquiring about the news, they learned that singing and dancing were still peaceful here. It's just that the city lord and his wife are not sure whether they are too busy, and their health is getting worse.
They visited the castle palace one night like thieves. Although they could not entertain them extravagantly, Dai Luan's biological parents still expressed their sincere gratitude to several people and prepared rooms for others. Internally, they only said they were visitors and said nothing more. Aluan insisted on sleeping with her mother that night, but that was the only night she never dreamed.
In the days that followed, she was always troubled by various dreams. Sometimes I forget when I wake up.
"The older I get, the less I can remember. I used to be able to retell the dream completely, but now I still have the impression when I first open my eyes. I turn over a little and wash my face, but gradually I can't remember it anymore. Once it's completely After getting up, I basically forgot about it.”
She often said this to herself.
Except...that one scene. That dream of falling into the abyss again and again.
A dream in which I reach out and call again and again but get no response.
She knew this was not a dream.
It's a reality that really happened.
Reality will not be changed.
never.
She stood up directly and looked at the moon that was sinking outside the window. The weather has warmed up recently, but the nights are still a bit cold. The sky in the east was dark, but it was about to light up. Dai Luan did not call the servants, but went to the basin to scoop water, wash and change clothes. There is no need to stay in bed today, because there is something very important today.
It finally dawned and she had tidied up. All the tired servants were so surprised that they sobered up when they saw her energetic appearance. Before they could help her with her final dressing up, their princess strode through the long corridor, going around and around, and came to a remote courtyard gate.
"Snapped--"
She broke into the guest room and yelled at the guests inside with all her strength:
"Get up! Get up! The art exhibition starts today!"
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