Conditions arise and conditions disappear, conditions gather and conditions disperse. The so-called fate is wonderful and indescribable, but it is also unclear and unclear. Meeting in the vast sea of people, that touching memory. Farewell sadly, that trace of heartache from the past. Perhaps whether the so-called fate can last forever can only be tested and confirmed by time.
Snowy night, cold wind, the top of Kunlun Mountain. In a world of white snow, a man in white carries an ice coffin on his back and walks slowly in the sea of snow. His face is like a crown jewel, his eyes are like bright stars, and he is wearing a white robe, as if he is integrated with the silver-white wind and snow world around him. But his originally bright eyes were now dead silent. There was a trace of helplessness, a trace of unwillingness, a trace of hesitation and a trace of expectation in his eyes. The sky was filled with ice and snow that came with the wind and fell three feet in front of him, but turned into nothing. A closer look revealed that there was no trace of snowflakes on the ice coffin or on him.
In the ice coffin, there was a stunning woman lying. This woman is wearing a golden dress, gorgeous yet elegant. But her appearance cannot be described by ordinary words. The so-called fish sinking and geese falling, the moon closing and the flowers shy, if compared with this, I am afraid they will be eclipsed. And that peerless appearance paired with that golden dress makes her have an excellent temperament, just like the Nine Heavens Dragon, with an overwhelming royal aura. At this time, she was lying in the ice coffin, but her face was pale and her eyes were slightly closed, as if she was sleeping.
The ice coffin is made of thousands of years of mysterious ice. While the woman in gold is sleeping, her body will not rot and her appearance will not age. Thousand-year-old mysterious ice weighs more than ten thousand pounds and is difficult to melt even under the scorching sun. But ordinary people will be eroded by the cold air if they get within ten feet of it. Once the cold air enters the heart, even the Great Luo Jinxian will be unable to recover. The man in white was carrying the coffin in the wind and snow. To him, the ice coffin seemed as light as a feather. And the cold air emitted by the thousand-year-old black ice was also ignored by him.
The man in white walked slowly in the wind and snow step by step. He looked back at the woman in the ice coffin, but there was a rare tenderness in his eyes. Gradually, that trace of tenderness turned into determination. The man turned his head and continued walking slowly towards the top of Kunlun. His steps were slow and steady, as if he was afraid of disturbing the beauty in the ice coffin behind him. No matter how cold and windy the outside world is, or how heavy the snowstorm is, it seems that with that woman by my side, everything is possible.
Legend has it that in ancient times, Pangu created the world first, and then Nuwa mended the sky and created humans. For the eternity of this world, Pangu's body turned into mountains, rivers and lakes, and his bloodline turned into the aura of heaven and earth. Nuwa used five-color sacred stones to breed life in order to bring vitality to the world. The five-color sacred stone is magical and extraordinary. It is said that it was born from the heaven and earth, absorbs the essence of the sun, moon and stars, and contains divine power. After Nuwa mended the sky, three five-color sacred stones were left in the world. One piece fell in Kunlun Mountain, one piece fell in Shu Mountain, but the other piece was missing. With the help of the five-color sacred stone, Kunlun Mountain and Shu Mountain have become the two major immortal cultivating sects in the world.
However, the years are long, the sea has changed, and the mortal world has lasted for thousands of years, but it only takes a blink of an eye. Kunlun Mountain and Shu Mountain have long been ancient legends, and no one knows whether the five-color sacred stone exists or not. But even if there is only a ten thousandth chance, the man must find the five-color sacred stone and save the sleeping woman.
When we first met in Canxue on the broken bridge, we played the harp and flute, and composed a fairy tune together. We met again by the West Lake, and suddenly looking back, we realized what we wanted in our hearts. Three lives are determined by the stone of three lives. I will not regret my love, even if my soul is destroyed. Huangquan Naihe fights Jiuyou, the beautiful woman sleeps in deep sleep, carrying a coffin on the top of Kunlun.
"This girl was supposed to be completely extinct, but in the end only one soul remained, so she fell asleep and couldn't wake up. Although she was dead, she was not dead, and although she was alive, she was not alive. The three five-color sacred stones that Nuwo Butian left behind in the mortal world back then, It may be the only chance to save her. But as time has passed, the five-color sacred stone has long become an ancient legend. As for now, you can only go to Kunlun Mountain and Shu Mountain to have a look, maybe you can find some clues."
The fallen leaves are rustling, the autumn wind is blowing, and the night is lonely and cold. This is the name of the man carrying the coffin, Xiao Qiuhan. And the woman in golden clothes sleeping in the ice coffin also has a very beautiful name, Ao Feier.
Xiao Qiuhan slowly turned around, stopped, and gently put down the thousand-year ice coffin. He glanced lovingly at the sleeping beauty in the ice coffin, but there was a flash of tears in his eyes. Over the past few days, the sun has risen and the moon has set, and the days and nights have changed. I don’t know how much time has passed, but his mind is filled with her beautiful image. The bright moon was in the sky and the stars were dotted. He was clearly tossing and turning at night and couldn't sleep, but he wanted to fall asleep. Because waking up is also a kind of torture for him, but in the dream, she is there. Although I don't know if it is an illusion or reality, at least in the dream, she never left.
When he dreamed back at midnight, every bit of what they had experienced reappeared in his dream, and his dream was filled with her smile. In his dreams, he could always smile happily, because with her by his side in his dreams, he was neither alone nor lonely. But every time he woke up from the dream, he realized that everything in the dream was false, and he was the only one left in this vast world of mortals. Heartbroken, I woke up from a dream and my thoughts were flying, leaving only the two traces of tears on my face.
"Fei'er, I will definitely let you wake up, just wait for me."
Xiao Qiuhan smiled slightly, caressed the coffin lid, and murmured to himself. Then he picked up the ice coffin and turned his head to look at the distant summit of Kunlun, his eyes full of determination. Along the way he walked, there were countless corpses on the ice and snow road. They may have been magnificent and proud when they were alive, but at this time they are just corpses covered in ice and snow. Perhaps these people came here to pursue the Kunlun Wonderland, but they were defeated by the severe cold halfway and died.
After three hours of carrying a coffin and walking in the snow, we were approaching the top of the mountain, the wind was biting and the ice and snow were biting. There is no one here, except for the extreme chill that never dissipates. If it were a mortal body, it would probably be frozen in an instant here. Although Xiao Qiuhan is a mortal, he has acquired immortal skills due to unexpected encounters, and his cultivation is not inferior to those of the so-called true immortals in the world of mortals. Even so, he felt chills penetrate into his bones, and his whole body was already covered in ice and snow.
At this time, he has arrived at the top of Kunlun Mountain. Perhaps he is the only person who has set foot here in these thousands of years. However, there was nothing on the top of Kunlun, except for the biting cold wind and the flying snow. The so-called Kunlun Wonderland is illusory and nowhere to be found.
The chill at the top of Kunlun is not comparable to before. At this time, even though Xiao Qiuhan's cultivation level reached the sky, he still felt the bone-chilling coldness. And the biting cold air followed the blood and rushed straight to the heart. At the top of Kunlun, he was carrying an ice coffin on his back, looking at the empty world of ice and snow around him, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. At this time, the biting cold air had entered his heart, and his spirit was also a little dazed. His soul seemed to leave his body and go with the wind, floating in the air, floating, floating.
Xiao Qiuhan shook his head and bit the tip of his tongue. The stinging pain at that moment seemed to dispel the discomfort. Even though his cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the mortal world, he still couldn't hold on in the ice, snow and cold wind. He slowly put down the ice coffin, letting the flying snow cover him, but raised his hand to gently wipe away the snow covering the ice coffin. At this time, he felt a trace of despair. He was not desperate that his life was about to die, but that he would never be able to wake her up again.
"Fei'er, are you and I really not destined to each other? I am still so powerless, and in the end I still couldn't let you wake up. I know you won't blame me, but I really want you to wake up, and you can be right Smiling at me, you can call my name. I really want you to open your eyes and look at me again." He caressed the coffin lid, his eyes full of endearment, as if caressing the cheek of his beloved.
"If possible, the person I really want to sleep with is me, even if I can't wake up for thousands of years, even if my soul is gone and I will never be reincarnated. As long as you can wake up and live happily, that's fine. That's all, I can be with you. Sleeping here together is a good ending for you and me." He looked at the sleeping beauty, smiled helplessly, and secretly used mystical skills to shake away the ice and snow covering his body.
At this moment, he was extremely peaceful. Maybe death was coming, maybe.
In the next second, his consciousness will dissipate between heaven and earth. However, he is not alone. There is no regret in spending the last moment of his life with the one he loves. He looked at the beautiful woman in the coffin and never wanted to look away. At the last moment of his life, at the last second when his consciousness dissipated, he also wanted to look at her, engraving her appearance deeply in his heart, lingering in his dreams, and never forgetting her. .
