Cold lanterns and lonely candles keep watch over the cold night.
The dragon stands like a sculpture in front of the Tianmen, surrounded by ice and snow, guarding the North Gate alone in the wind.
The flickering candlelight cannot illuminate the endless darkness, nor can it illuminate the chaos of soldiers and horses outside. However, it can escape the constraints and enjoy the rare tranquility, quietly listening to the sound of every snowflake falling to the ground, listening to the cry of the sad wind, guarding the northernmost gate of heaven, and keeping watch. past future.
The dragon's eyes are slightly closed, sleeping, alone.
Bai Yujun finally had time to think about the past and recall every close friend, friend, enemy, and passer-by.
Reminds me of many good times in the past.
that year.
Holding an umbrella and walking across the Wind and Rain Bridge, the flowers are fragrant in the wind...
The vine-attached bridge looks like a green waterfall...
Breaking a willow branch and shaking it gently, I saw all the mountains and waters in the world, and also saw a drunkard sitting alone in a tavern, having a bowl of turbid wine and an old dream...
The old horse left hoof prints on the smooth stone road, sending it to a distant place as a souvenir. The yellowed letter contained a few dried plum blossoms...
I walked under the peach tree holding an umbrella, and a few pink flowers fell from the white paper umbrella, which were printed through the white paper and scattered diagonally across my shoulders...
It rains continuously.
The green moss dripping from the roof ridge made a fluttering sound when it fell on the umbrella.
Standing on a stone bridge, I picked a plum fruit. It was so ripe that the sourness gradually faded away, leaving only the sweetness.
Occasionally, I will think of that short-term memory, like a short absurd dream, as if it never existed. When I live thousands of years, I will finally understand what is true.
It's in the past.
If you have the chance, you must go and see where Old Yuan’s grave is.
Two thousand years later, I am afraid that it has long been turned to the ground. Maybe someone else built a new grave on top of his grave, and the tombstone has become a stepping stone on the mountain path. His descendants changed their names and hid in the countryside. It would not be easy. If they could find him It's also great to scare people in front of graves. Even if you want to make pickles, you won't even find ashes.
Time does not spare people, nor does it spare corpses. In the eyes of time, both the dead and the living are the same.
Take a trip back to the small valley where you were born.
I don’t know if the old ginkgo tree is still there. I am familiar with every grassy bird’s nest and many wild beast neighbors there, including the pond and the hillside.
There are still people living in the villages outside the mountains, and wildflowers are blooming on the hillside grasslands...
Slightly sad.
I also recall the weeping willows by the West Lake.
At dusk, misty rain begins, and I walk across the old stone bridge holding an umbrella, admiring the lotus flowers and green apples in the mist, drinking a jar of good wine, listening to the knights and knights at the next table talking about their lives, and waiting for the moonlight to come.
Pray for the lanterns to leave the shore, startle the fireflies, and watch the lanterns hanging in the pavilions.
Can't tell the difference between day and night, forget the time.
Year after year, year after year.
Beitianmen is like a forgotten corner.
Since Lao Xuan Turtle left, he has never seen any other living creatures, not counting monsters.
During this period of time, Bai Yujun was finally willing to practice seriously, re-polishing and laying a solid foundation. There is still no such thing as the so-called dragon ball inner elixir, the demon elixir, the body and the dragon soul go hand in hand. To live in this world, you must have a strong body and give up the body. The disadvantages of specializing in the spirit body are too great, and you can't throw them in melee combat or spells.
There is no such thing as biting off more than one can chew, and Bai Yujun has enough time to improve.
After a brief period of silence, his cultivation level steadily improved again.
After sensing the strengthening of the white dragon outside Tianmen, the number of monster intrusions was significantly reduced. The new guard was placed in the same position as the previous old turtle, and was eventually defeated by the ferocious power of the divine beast. This made Bai Bai feel particularly bored, and even occasionally Not a single fight was gone.
Over the years, monsters have been good neighbors, at least bringing some rare entertainment to Bai Bai.
Tianmen is at stake.
It is impossible to leave without permission, and it is impossible to replace it with a clone.
There is nothing to do but practice like crazy.
When Bai Yujun did something seriously, he found that his cultivation improved faster...
Singing and advancing soaringly to the point of becoming immortal.
The energy absorbed is not only fairy energy or spiritual energy. Since the world of the small broken ball can absorb a certain kind of energy growth on its own, Bai Yujun has also discovered that deeper substance. The name is not known, but it is close to the origin, very much like dust.
Bai Moulong's practice has a unique characteristic.
No matter what it is, as long as it is strong, has a good appetite, is not picky about food, and can eat very well.
Speaking of eating…
It’s been a long time since I tasted the taste of flesh and blood, I’m greedy.
Don't eat all kinds of fish and shrimp, and don't let birds and animals eat them. Especially after growth, you need nutritious food urgently. You must mix it with some vegetarian dishes. Nutritional balance is the right way. Whoever you catch will eat it in the future!
The days pass slowly during the penance...
…
Decades later.
The boring days have changed.
The cold wind carried the flying snow, blowing the face like a knife, and the frostbite turned red. In the dark snow, the solid ice was slightly blue, and the hobbled old figure walked hard on the snow in the barren cold land of ice crystals, bypassing clusters of slender ice crystals. Avoid the icicles several feet high and move forward step by step.
His shabby cloak was blown by the wind, his beard and eyebrows were covered with ice, and his face was weathered.
Behind him, a thin little boy under a cloak lay on the old man's back, carefully observing the outside.
"Grandpa, when can we go home?"
"It's almost here. Don't worry, grandson. We will be able to go back soon and eat hot porridge and drink hot soup."
The old man tried his best to smile with his frozen face.
His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were bright, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
From another strange and blurry sight in the distance, the grandfather and grandson were like torches, and the sneaky and evil shadows were like wolves wandering in the darkness, ready to pounce and bite at any time.
As I walked, I passed a deep valley with a crevasse in the ice...
The cracked ice valley is several feet wide and winding, and you even have to pass through the ice cave.
The ice walls on both sides are very high.
Monsters cling to the rock walls like spiders.
The old man took a deep breath and took out a big knife that looked like a paddle. His momentum instantly increased. His eyes were sharp and full of murderous intent. He dragged the big knife with one hand and continued to move forward. His eyes scanned the monsters in the darkness. The little boy on his back retracted into his cloak. , relying closely on the thick arms like mountains.
"What the hell is this place...how can I get out...ugh."
Who wants to risk going deep into the wilderness if they have no choice?
Darkness, endless darkness.
It's been more than a year since I left, and I haven't even seen a living thing.
He knew that those black monsters were about to start again, and they couldn't be beaten or killed.
Finally, the monster couldn't stand it any longer...
The old man roared.
"kill!"
The sword energy left scratches of varying depths on the ice wall.
Run, slash.
Some monsters can be killed, and some monsters will turn into black energy and resurrect after killing them. Some are strong and some are weak. When tired from fighting, he took out a jade bottle and swallowed the few remaining pills. If the pills If you haven't left this dark and cold world after using it, you really won't be able to get out.
He fought with monsters while running away, his face turned red, and the ice on his eyebrows and beard turned into water.
after a long time.
Exhausted and with disturbed breathing, the old man ran dragging a machete.
The long-term fighting resulted in serious injuries. He breathed violently and vomited blood. His lungs hurt. Every time he took a violent breath, he felt like vomiting.
He couldn't stop, he had to keep running.
"grandfather……"
"Don't worry, baby... Grandpa is a god, very powerful..."
"Well, grandpa is the most powerful. We will definitely be able to go home. Grandma is still waiting for us at home."
"Ahem, yes, wait until we get home..."
The cloak was in pieces, and the old man tied himself and his grandson tightly with strips of cloth. His grandson was not a god, but just an ordinary person with a mortal body. He would freeze to death if he left him. If he persisted for a while, he might be able to leave this place right away. Dark world.
Escape, run as fast as you can.
Evil monsters are everywhere, and they are gathering more and more.
"My dear, ahem...if grandpa tells you to run, just keep running forward and don't stop. As long as you run fast, you can go back."
"What about grandpa?"
"Grandpa is following you. Remember, close your eyes and don't look at anything."
"oh……"
Just when the old man was about to give up, he suddenly noticed that the monsters were behaving strangely.
There were fewer monsters around, and they were not as crazy as before. Although they were still following behind, they were obviously timid, as if they were afraid of something. The old man suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Sure enough, there is a problem...
The little boy huddled in the cloak was trembling all over, and the old man could also feel the fear that reached deep into his soul...
There must be danger!
But if you step back, you will definitely die if you return to the pile of monsters.
If you continue to move forward, you may have a chance of survival. After thinking about it, you can only bite the bullet and move forward, but the old man obviously underestimated the horror of the inexplicable terrifying power.
The black monster was following behind. The old man coughed up blood and gritted his teeth, moving forward step by step.
The long knife dragged in the hand rubbed the ice crystals, making a creaking sound...
The further forward it becomes, the more powerful it becomes.
The ancient aura has power that reaches deep into the soul.
"Ahem..."
He coughed out a mouthful of hot blood, looked back, and found that there were still monsters following him unwillingly.
The two sides faced each other half a mile apart. At this time, the terrible fear oppressed the body and could not straighten up, as if there was a heavy burden on the shoulders, and the injury was even more difficult to recover from.
"Grandpa, look!"
The old man looked forward and saw a light in the distance.
He sighed helplessly, the injury was so severe that his sight was not as good as that of an ordinary mortal grandson.
When people wandering in the sea see land, they will swim desperately to it. The traces of dragging a long knife behind them will soon be covered by the wind and snow...
Finally, the monsters stopped and stopped moving forward.
Far away.
The old man saw three characters on the tall ancient archway. He squinted and looked carefully. When he saw it clearly, he was scared to death.
"Bei...Bei Tianmen?"
His pale hair was disheveled, he was haggard and downcast, and the words Beitianmen seemed to have been hit hard in the chest. Legend has it that outside the Beitianmen was a desperate, dark and cold place where gods, demons and ghosts could not cross. Unexpectedly, he would jump into this desperate place in order to escape for his life!
The candle flame flickered but never went out, bringing a little light. The old man and his grandson also noticed the huge figure outside the door.
Four paws on the ground, head raised high.
Dragon title candle.
The huge body stands in the snow outside Tianmen, half covered by ice and snow.
"It turns out to be Long Wei...ahem...no wonder..."
Everyone in the world knows about the four gates of Heaven, and mortal storytellers also know that Beitian Gate is guarded by a dragon.
Plop~
The dragon's power was so powerful that the old man couldn't hold it up and knelt down. He grabbed the sharp ice edges with both hands and crawled forward. He wanted to climb to the dragon sculpture, but was blocked by an invisible wall. The dragon's power suppressed him and he couldn't stand up at all.
Sudden!
The monsters gathered in the distance were dismembered by the wind and snow! All destroyed in an instant!
The voices were deafening.
"Tianmen is a very important place, no unauthorized entry is allowed."
The sculpture-like divine dragon with four claws on the ground did not move at all, and only had a thought. Even Long Wei deliberately restrained himself, otherwise the old man and his grandson would have been suppressed to death by Long Wei.
"Shenlong! Save us..."
