In the darkness, there was a faint light. The light was like a hope. The hope slowly bloomed, until for a long time, there was a fragrant fragrance of flowers in the world, and this was hope...
Looking at the sky, the sky is as clear as water. Although it is still a dark night, I always feel that the time at night is more beautiful and precious than the bustling chaos during the day.
Yu Zun was lying on a simple wooden bed, and there were lights flickering faintly in the wooden house. His face was pale, and there was a stain of dried blood between his purple lips. He had been sleeping as if he would never wake up again.
There is also a woman in the wooden house. The woman is wearing a tulle, with a delicate body and perfect curves. It just so happens that he has an oval face. This combination can be said to be overwhelming.
The woman frowned slightly, and gently touched Yu Zun's cheek with her bare hands. She sighed slightly, as if she was blaming Yu Zun, but she couldn't bear it.
Outside the wooden house, the night remains dark. In the silence, there are the sounds of small animals barking. The breeze blows through the floating grass, and there are patches of cold white frost hanging among the wormwood.
The weather is getting colder and colder. Yes, it is already late autumn, and time has not neglected this world. In the world outside the house, the streets are brightly lit, busy with traffic, and crowded. Although it is late at night, people are still breathing. Never turned off.
A city with nightlife must be a prosperous city, not to mention that this world is older and more mysterious.
Outside the city, there were groups of people and horses, sitting around the bonfire. These people and horses seemed to be waiting for a big battle, but the heavy words revealed the solemnity of the soldiers and horses, and the cruelty of time.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the wine in the throat, after the spiciness, is filled with a heavy warmth, but it still can't warm the cold heart.
A man stood alone on a small hill. The man stood with his hands behind his hands. There was a sharp firelight between his silent pupils. The embroidered black dragon robe on his body was blown by the cold wind, making a violent sound.
This man is serious and not an ordinary person. Later, he walked down the hill, but the anxiety in his eyes still remained.
In the bonfire, the ink marks on the paper gradually dried up. There was a scent of ink in the wind. The man held the letter and handed it to the soldier. Before leaving, the soldier repeatedly asked not to lose the letter.
Fang took a sip of strong wine, and the icy coldness in his eyes melted away. Cars and horses kept galloping on the ancient road, and the dark wilderness was filled with years of riding horses, green and skinny.
In the wooden house, the boy with slightly trembling eyelids still didn't know what was happening in the outside world. He had been sleeping, and it seemed difficult to escape the control of the nightmare.
The night became more and more desolate, and the flags made a broken sound in the wind. On the ancient road, the flag of the declining royal family is stuck diagonally in the soil, the embers of history.
In the wooden house, there was a hint of melancholy on the woman's beautiful face, "Yu Zun, you are the only man who has moved my heart!"
After saying that, there was a trace of blush on her fair face. She laughed twice and walked out of the wooden house. The wind was violently hitting the wooden door. The bleak autumn wind was the most unbearable and interesting.
Squeak...
Squeak...
Squeak...
At least, the cold deep winter has not yet come, at least, the thick silent snow is still cherished by God, so, for no reason, an autumn rain falls outside the house. The rain at night makes it even more thin and cool, like the lines of pen and ink, stiff and bony.
Later, the thick ink on the paper was vented by Mao Ying's heart, and gradually outlined a series of beautiful lines, so a painting came out of the eyes. Once you enter the realm, you become a god!
This painting is like a bleak autumn, with a few graceful strokes, it has already formed a line. It is a signature of sad words left at the end of the painting. This signature seems to be called "Autumn!"
But autumn will eventually fade one day, and it will sink into the deep winter. The morning frost will no longer fall, but will be rewritten by a silent snow, and the desolation and indifference of this world will be rewritten.
In deep sleep, the sound of snoring followed the gentle beating of my heart and entered the cold morning. The morning light was very bright and hard to endure.
After a night, it was daytime.
Then, the world can be forgiven! Pieces of white light came into my eyes, and I was disturbed by the cold wind all night. Finally, in the morning, I was touched by a gentle sunshine, and my body gradually felt warm.
The wooden door is no longer swaying in the wind, and the morning breeze is very sensible. It is no longer like a young man, recklessly waking up the dreamer.
The sunlight streamed down from the tattered window paper and fell on the gap between Yu Zun's hair. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, more like the ripples in a lake, reflecting into his closed eyes. It was flickering, but it was not annoying. On the contrary, there seemed to be a dancing beauty in the wonderful dream, which made me even more reluctant to wake up.
In the barracks outside the city, there was a man with bloody hair. Next to him was the bonfire that had burned out last night. There was still a piece of green smoke on the charcoal. The man casually took out the wine bag from his waist, took a sip, and was grilled. The little beast, on the sizzling green smoke, has already wafted a scent of meat.
After chewing the animal meat in his mouth, he took another sip of old wine. The taste was not even half inferior to that of fine wine and delicacies!
With the wooden stick in his hand, he casually stirred the embers in the bonfire, stood up, and walked towards the bustling city...
On a towering mountain ridge, someone was carrying a goshawk, landing in a deep valley. The water was surging and the waterfall was falling. The beautiful scenery was beautiful and delicious, reflecting the rising sun in late autumn. In the splashing water waves, a tall and tall figure was reflected.
The goshawk fell, and the soldier in plain robes handed the letter in his hand to the old man with a childlike face. The old man frowned, opened the letter, and read two lines, but there was a faint sadness in his eyebrows.
"Devil of Hunshi! Since you are still thinking about me, I will help you one more time!" Shan Lan flicked the green robe on the old man's body. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was born as an immortal. There is an extra layer of frost on the rosy face.
At the same time, the young man sitting on a dragon chair also held a letter in his hand. The handsome young man could not hide the domineering demeanor between his eyebrows. After reading a few lines, a smile gradually appeared on his face. , "My dear friend, is the world really going to change?"
In the hall, not long after, hundreds of civil and military officials were already standing in it. The young man rubbed his forehead gently with his fingers, but his eyes were so anxious. He patted the dragon chair gently and said, "I will be away for a few days. I will leave the affairs of the government to the Queen Mother!"
After saying that, he waved his hands and shouted: "My dear friends, withdraw from the court!"
On several wooden pillars in the hall, there were golden dragons wrapped around them. At this moment, the golden dragons on the wooden pillars seemed to come to life. Waves of dragon energy hovered in the hall, and finally fell into the young man's eyebrows. between.
The wind was rustling and the golden light was hazy, but the people outside the hall had no idea what was going on inside the hall. This world seemed to be restricted by someone.
Several golden dragons danced down from the wooden pillars until a ray of red-purple rays of light rose from the east, but no one knew that this ray of red-purple rays of light actually came from this magnificent palace.
The vast dragon energy has been lingering for a long time, and the domineering aura on the young man wrapped by several golden dragons has become more and more fierce. He waved his sleeves lightly and sat in the center of the hall. He closed his eyes quietly. At that moment, he lived up to the title of the world's hegemon!
On this day, he also received a letter from the Hunshi Mo.
In the cold extreme northern wilderness, the silent winter persists all year round, and the biting cold air is waiting in vain for the glow of spring. The cold winter time gradually condenses into a layer of despair here, like a fish swimming under the ice, waiting all year round under the water, waiting for one day to wake up, this piece of frozen soil will slowly melt, but it is still a frozen land. Field in vain.
The woman who walked out of the darkness, her hair covered with calm snowflakes, raised her head and looked at the miserable sky. Under the dazzling sky, there were people rushing in the wind and snow.
The man suddenly appeared in this world, and I don't know what method he used. There was also a letter in his hand.
He bowed and handed the letter into the woman's hands, and then left hastily.
Later, although the sunlight was still thin, there was no shadow of that person here. The woman held the letter and slowly read the words in it under the blazing white light. She
She took a breath of warm air and blew it into her palms, making her cheeks become even more rosy.
She smiled, shook her head, and murmured to herself: "I finally think of the old lady, I finally think of the old lady!"
On the snowfield in the far north, I don’t know when there was one more person, and on the snowfield in the far north, I don’t know when there was one person missing.
Later, the world seemed even more empty.
The sky is glowing with white light, and the sun never sets all year round. When you wake up, the sun is there, and after you fall asleep, the sun is still there.
But the darkness in my heart cannot be blown away no matter how hard I blow!
She smiled, smiled, grinned so much that she shed tears. She is the person in the story, but she seems not to be. She is a lonely passerby in time, and she is also one of thousands of ordinary people in the world. But the old years are destined to be no ordinary times. She was born in that period, so she was destined to be no ordinary person!
Then, the wind began to howl again, and the snow began to fall again. The heavy snow covered her gradually thin body, but when she stood there, her shadow was so heroic and heroic!
In a small wooden house in the ancient city, a young man was still sleeping soundly, but he didn't know that because of his appearance, this world was on the verge of collapse.
In this vast land, countless sects, kingdoms, and sects are already in full swing, preparing for the upcoming fierce battle.
They were heading towards the city where he was, and the forces of the Hunshimo Demon, whose camp was stationed outside the city, were also on the alert, ready for a fierce battle at any time.
The plain shoes were stepping on the grass, and the speed was like a rushing wind across the land covered by frost. The middle-aged scholar only stepped slightly, and the curling blades of grass had not yet rolled over. The scholar's footsteps are already hundreds of miles away.
He frowned and sighed in his heart: "My dear nephew, be sure nothing happens to you!"
The expression on his face became more and more serious, and he deeply understood the attraction of the "Hunyuan Dao" to the forces in various domains.
Because, it is a sect's Taoism that can change the world. It is also an extremely unusual method that has been rumored throughout the ages!
His sharp eyes were sharper than those of a falcon in the sky, and his kung fu on his legs was as crisp and clear as lightning and thunder.
And in a magnificent hall, when he learned from Yuan that the middle-aged scholar Qin Mo was leaving, the headmaster of Mo Yumen, Wentian, slammed the table with a vicious look in his eyes. Qin Mo's life and death have been determined!
"Master, he was not like this originally! But after the war ten years ago, he changed his temperament!" Occasionally, outside the temple, some people also talked about the rumors about the master of the main sect, Wentian.
But in the end, no one knows what happened in the war ten years ago!
One day, black clouds came over the sky, and bursts of rolling thunder roared crazily deep in the sky. A heavy rain was not enough to extinguish the anger of God.
Since this day, all the forces from all sides have taken action. They didn't know who they got the information from, saying that "Hunyuan Dao" had found its master again. Some people even added salt and vinegar to the rumors, saying: ""Hunyuan Dao" has evolved to its ultimate extreme. This is possible. This is the last chance to inherit "Hunyuan Dao"."
But the young man with this sect is still sleeping in a hazy state. He has been sleeping for seven days since he fell asleep that night!
Ling, who was standing in the wooden house, had a hint of sadness in her eyes. She sighed softly and murmured to herself: "God, I gave him all the gifts, but also let him bear the burden of his age." The unbearable depression and anguish!”
Push open the wooden door and try to let the wind outside the house into the house. The weather in late autumn is cool and fresh. The wooden door opens and closes gently, and the flowers and plants outside the house bloom and wither silently as time goes by, day after day. No one cares about the traces of sunlight.
I don’t know how long it took, but that day, the wind blew violently and thunder rolled. The old man holding the letter fought with someone on a plain away from the city of Moen.
This "Mo'en City" is exactly the city where Yu Zun is located, and the old man is the demon who teaches people to use letters to
Called helpers.
That day, the sky was bleak, that day, it was raining silently. I don’t know if God planned a banquet for the old man’s appearance!
According to later generations, on that day, the old man defended tens of thousands of enemies, and the blood shed by those who died under his hands was like a long river of sunshine.
However, the anxious light reflected the old man's fierce eyes. He passed by with a flick of his sleeves. His opponent was the power of a country. Visible, the old man’s methods!
Dark clouds hit the top, and then there was a clear sky and a bright sun. The blazing light was like long sleeves brushing through the lonely spring water. After one layer of ripples, there was another layer.
When the old man appeared outside the account, the Hunshimo Mo looked happy and said, "Old guy, is the journey going well?"
The old man stroked his long beard, but did not answer the Hunshimo's words and said directly: "Take me to see that young man!"
The Hunshimo laughed loudly and said, "It seems that you are not here to give me face!"
The old man frowned and said in a low voice, "What do you think?"
The Hunshimo smiled and shook his head, saying, "Old man, you haven't changed at all after so many years!"
The old man responded indifferently: "Don't ask for a playful smile, I want to see him now!"
The Hunshimo gradually became bored and sighed: "Okay! Okay! Okay! I will take you to see him now, but you must not try to get the treasures on him!"
The old man laughed loudly and said: "The devil! Until now, we have never seen through the way of heaven! Can this way of heaven be broken just by relying on a martial arts classic?"
"Li Yunsheng, your words woke me up again!" The Hunshimo laughed and led Li Yunsheng towards the city.
The old man named Li Yunsheng, speaking of it, was breathing the same breath as the Hunshimo. The two had a very good relationship and wished they could wear the same pair of pants.
But speaking of it, this is still that year, and the powerful men from all realms who came here to support the Hunshimo are the best friends he made back then. Now that they come here from all realms, they are bound to cause a big turmoil. .
In the wooden house, the young man was still sleeping. Li Yunsheng followed the crack in the door and quietly looked inside. When he saw a young man with sharp eyes and tiger eyes, he felt a little more interested.
"How long has he been asleep?" Li Yunsheng lowered his voice deliberately and asked.
The Hunshimo sighed and said, "It's all my fault. The previous battle hurt him too deeply!"
However, Li Yunsheng smiled and said, "Didn't you notice? There is a faint purple energy on his body. This is purple energy coming from the east!"
The Hunshimo was shocked. He glanced at Ling who was standing aside and said, "Love Demon, did you know it from the beginning!"
Ling Qingleng's laughter was extremely refreshing, and he said: "So what if you know? So what if you don't know?"
The Hunshimo smiled and said, "You led him to this place, right?"
Ling's temperament was quite cold, and he smiled lightly and said: "Do you still remember Zanghai? The Hunshimo?"
"Could it be that you want to lead him there?" The Hunshimo Demon was shocked and said.
Ling said: "I just want to verify it, the legendary world!"
"Are you going to gamble with your life?" the demon said with increasingly sharp words.
"Life? If I risked my life, I might not be standing here anymore!" There was a dim light in Ling's eyes, but that light only lasted for a moment before being covered up by a more prosperous light. .
"The Hidden Sea only exists in legends, and in legends, that world is a place where demons from all realms gather!" There was a flame in the eyes of the Hunshimo Demon. As the conversation gradually deepened, the flames also The fever is getting stronger and stronger.
That's right, even the devil wants to go to that world and have a try! In the eyes of these crazy people who are obsessed with martial arts, there is no fear in this world!
Li Yunsheng pushed open the wooden door. At the same time as he pushed the door open, a mental storm swept over crazily, and the three of them were all shocked. .
Li Yunsheng murmured to himself, "Sure enough, he has woken up!"
However, the young man was still lying on the bed, sleeping in a hazy state, and Li Yunsheng
Why do you say he has woken up?
Although there was a thin light in the room, it flickered quietly inside, but when a dark shadow fell, everyone was covered in that dark shadow.
In the shadow, an ancient book is suspended in mid-air. The ancient book is not "Hunyuan Dao", but a martial arts classic called "Wang Wei"!
There seemed to be a line of light and shadow in front of him. In the light and shadow, stood an old man. The old man had kind eyebrows and kind eyes. When he looked at Yu Zun, his eyes were full of kindness, but the old man seemed to be dead, and the thin light seemed to be fragments of his soul.
No one knows what this moment actually means! But what can be recognized is that at this time, Yu Zun's soul power is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not just soul power, but also spiritual power!
Perhaps, it was precisely because of this that he summoned the soul fragments of the old man in his life who had never faded!
Still sleeping, but at this time, Yu Zun had tears streaming down his face.
"Master Chenying, don't leave Zun'er! Don't leave Zun'er!" The sobs became weaker and he seemed to have fallen asleep again. What would appear in his dream?
