Time passes bit by bit, one day, one month, one year and ten years.
The cave remains the same for hundreds of years, but the time outside has quietly passed through dozens of cold and summer months.
In the spring, everything revives, but when the autumn wind rises and falls, everything withers. Day after day, year after year, no one has ever discovered this cave, and no wild beasts have disturbed it. The entrance of the cave is already covered with a thick layer of dead grass. , almost blocking all light.
Xuantian stayed with Ji Liao in this cave for decades, never taking a step forward.
Ji Liao had already recovered under Xuan Tian's careful care, but Ji Liao seemed to have lost his soul, lying motionless on the stone floor with his eyes open.
According to common sense, in the eyes of monks, these short years are no more than the opening and closing of eyelids, but this time it was not the case for Ji Liao.
They saw that he looked like a mortal, with knotted hair, a withered face, and skin that was as dry and cracked as if it had lost moisture. His whole body exuded a pungent stench, as if it were a rotten corpse.
Xuan Tian can wipe Ji Liao's hands and feet and clean his hair, but cannot wipe Ji Liao's body.
Now the entire cave is filled with the smell of Ji Liao's body, and it is getting stronger as time goes by.
Xuan Tian picked up the grass growing from the cracks in the rocks and waved it in front of her eyes. She held the side of her face with one hand and looked at Ji Liao boredly.
Time passed, but Xuantian could not enter samadhi. She was afraid that if she were not careful, Ji Liao would suddenly run out to fight for the people in Tiangong.
The green grass swayed, and Ji Liao flashed in Xuantian's eyes.
She wrinkled her nose and subconsciously held her breath.
Xuan Tian knew that Ji Liao had fallen into the abyss and could not let go of the demise of the Ji family. This was punishing herself.
She saw it in her eyes and felt anxious in her heart, but there was nothing she could do.
After a long time, Xuan Tian threw away the grass in his hand, stood up, walked to the stone slab, and looked at Ji Liao condescendingly with a pair of green eyes.
Seeing Ji Liao's dilated eyes, Xuan Tian gritted his teeth and leaned over slightly to help Ji Liao, who had not moved for a long time.
Ji Liao did not resist, and there was no expression on his face. His body was as light as a feather, and he allowed Xuan Tian to manipulate him.
Xuan Tian didn't mind the stench of Ji Liao's body, so she put Ji Liao's arm on her shoulders, tilted her head slightly, and smiled at Ji Liao, "Since you don't want to do anything, then go wandering with me."
After saying that, he led Ji Liao towards the entrance of the cave.
One hundred years later.
Elegy to the fairyland.
Xishui Village is a mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers. The village is not big, with only a few dozen farmhouses.
The villagers in Xishui Village live a very difficult life, but because they are backed by mountains and there are streams flowing nearby, filling their stomachs is not a problem.
On this day, two people walked slowly on the path leading to the outside world from Xishui Village.
These two people, one tall and one short, one male and one female, were wearing khaki robes and hoods, and their faces could not be seen clearly.
A few children playing on the path first spotted the two men.
The noise of the play was much quieter. Several children first hid behind the tree and watched for a while. When they saw that there was nothing strange about the two people, they boldly went up to them.
Arriving next to these two people, the group of children first looked at them carefully, and then started walking behind them.
"Brother Ergou, where are they from?"
"I don't know, I've never seen anyone dressed up like this." The child named Ergou replied.
"Could it be from a neighboring village?" another child asked.
"No, I've seen all the people in the neighboring villages."
"Is that coming from the other side of the mountain?" a little girl said timidly.
"Idiot, that mountain is several hundred feet high, and it's dozens of miles away from us. Walking on your feet won't be exhausting."
"Where did that come from?"
The child called Ergou quickly turned his little eyes and smiled, "You'll know if you just ask."
After saying that, Ergou trotted two steps, arrived in front of the two people, walked backwards, and asked, "Hey, where are you from?"
The two men didn't answer.
Ergou raised his eyebrows, "Hey, you actually ignored me. Hey! I'm asking you."
The two people still didn't answer.
"Could he be mute?" The person behind said at this time.
"Idiot, will the mute not react? I think they are two deaf people."
The children stopped asking and just followed the two people until they followed the path and entered the old forest in the mountains. Then they stopped and watched the two figures slowly disappear from sight. middle.
Three hundred years later.
The mountains rise from the earth, and the thin spiritual mist floats among the mountains and forests.
This is a mountain range that stretches for an unknown number of miles. The mountains are scattered at different heights, and the mountains are overlapping. The sunlight falls from high in the sky and turns into brilliant colors in the refraction of the spiritual mist.
The air is filled with a faint fragrance, and there are green mountains and forests everywhere. The chirping of birds and animals echoes in the mountains and forests, and everything you hear and see is full of vitality.
There is a curved river at the foot of the mountains. The river flows along with the mountains, sometimes calmly, sometimes rapidly.
Suddenly, a small black spot moved up the river. When it got closer, it was discovered that it was actually a small bamboo raft.
This bamboo raft is not big, about three to two feet.
A man faced the cool mountain breeze and sat motionless on the bow of the boat. His eyes were dull and his pupils were blurry. The surrounding scenery was reflected in his eyes and passed by quickly. x
A woman in gauze holds a bamboo pole and skillfully controls the direction of the bamboo raft. She wears a bamboo hat wrapped in gauze and follows the movements of her hands, showing off her graceful curves.
The boat rises and falls on the river, as small as a rock among the mountains. However, it is so small, and combined with this scene, it becomes the most beautiful picture in the world.
The bamboo raft traveled across the river, passing through mountains, mountain villages, and towns, seeing countless scenery and all kinds of mortals. Finally, hundreds of years later, the boat reached the end of the river and returned home. Entered the sea.
After arriving at the sea, the woman punting the boat threw away the pennies in her hands, and the boat under them moved on its own, slowly sailing into the depths of the sea. x33 novel mobile version: tts:ヽ.
The small boat rides the wind and waves on the sea, seemingly ready to fall apart at any time, but it can always avert danger without any danger.
The weather on the sea is like a child's face. Sometimes it's calm, sometimes it's thunder and lightning, but the boat always moves straight.
This time Xuantian has no purpose, just a simple wandering.
For nearly a thousand years, they have seen things they have never seen before, experienced things they have never experienced before, eaten many delicious foods, and interacted with many people.
This seemed like an ordinary thing, but in Xuan Tian's eyes it was extremely novel.
However, since they are wandering, they cannot travel against the wind. In that case, the trip will be meaningless. This time, Xuan Tian will rely on his feet to measure the world and travel around the world with his feet until he takes Ji Liao out of his heart. haze. div
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