"Since the end of the ancient mythology era, the distant past has been passed down from generation to generation by humans in the form of oral traditions or written records. Although history is like a girl who can be dressed up, she cannot be erased. .”
Qingya walked to the lake and sat upright next to the goddess. Just now, because the master was by his side, Qingya didn't feel anything strange, but when he was just a few steps away from Liu Bailu, he felt a burning tingling sensation. It covered Qingya’s whole body.
But soon, the cold air brought by the soil neutralized the heat all over his body.
"To this day, the details of the Battle of Zhuolu have become blurred in people's memories, but there will always be people who will remember the heroes who gave peace to the human race.
Qingya held Tiannu's hand tightly again, and placed the breath in his palm into her palm.
"In the past, when I read your stories in books, I couldn't help but be fascinated. But today, I want to find your freedom. Look."
Qingya took out a jacaranda from his arms. It was the night of the Dragon Boat Festival. He had given her a bouquet when he went to look for Qingluo. That night, he was drunk and fell asleep in the cabin. When he woke up, he was lying on his body. There was a flower hanging on it, presumably it was the one that Qing Luo broke off when she left.
For four thousand years, in this world filled with desolation, we once again saw the flower of life.
This jacaranda, which can be seen everywhere in the world, is enough to completely occupy her eyes.
"Here, hold it."
Qingya put the flower branch in the goddess's hand, but she quickly withdrew her hands and hid them in her sleeves.
"No, I'll just take a look."
Qingya shortened the branches of the flowers in her hands and pinned them in her hair.
"You don't belong here. Until you find your divine power, you will walk freely on the earth."
In the reflection of the lake, the blue flowers on the temples are surrounded by blue flowers, which are the most fragrant in the sky.
"It's not withered, it's not burned, it's alive."
Looking at her own shadow in the water, the goddess carefully reached out and touched the petals in her hair. The moist and soft touch was a memory she had forgotten in time.
"Is it because of it?"
The goddess opened her palms again, and a piece of black soil was sticking to her palm. The temperature of her body was very low. When Qingya placed the soil in her palm, she didn't notice much difference.
"This thing is called Xi soil. It is a thing left by the northern god Xuanwu. It is the coldest place in the world. If you take it with you, you will be the same as before and will not hurt the surrounding creatures. Goddess, are you willing to cooperate with me? Shall we return to the human world together?"
Her eyes sparkled with longing and yearning, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"No, although Xuanwu is one of the four gods, its power is not enough to compete with the curse of heaven. I can't go back to the human world. I am very satisfied if I can have a flower like this."
Four thousand years of loneliness have turned the once confident and beautiful goddess into a cocooned prisoner. Qingya finally realized that what trapped her here was not only the punishment of heaven, but also her long-closed heart.
"The era of myths has long passed. Not to mention the illusory way of heaven, even the gods have not appeared for thousands of years, and the road for human beings to ascend to immortality has long been deserted in the void. Today's world is no longer what it once was. world."
Liu Bailu walked to the two of them, squatted down, scooped up a handful of water from the lake, and sprinkled it on the dry sand.
When the clear lake water falls on the sand, a touch of new green is born in the desert. And this handful of lake water seems to have opened the door that has been sealed for thousands of years. The world covered by the gloomy sky and the stretching yellow sand is restoring its color.
The green grass is sweeping across the earth like a storm, and what is blown in the wind is no longer sword-like grains of sand, but moist water vapor.
As if the spring breeze came overnight, thousands of trees and branches were dyed with flying flowers, and the desolate world seemed to be just a layer of illusion. After it was peeled off, the forest and ocean appeared in front of us again.
In an instant, the thick clouds were dispersed by the sun, and the thunder and lightning that had been running around had been brewing for thousands of years, and finally shed the long-lost raindrops.
For many moments, there was a vast expanse between heaven and earth, and drifting heavy rain poured down. The dense raindrops were blown by the strong wind and intertwined with each other, seeming to connect the sky and the land.
This rain is changing the face of the shoreless land.
The goddess stood in the rain in a daze, letting the big raindrops hit her face, splashing tiny splashes of water. Her green dress was wet by the rain, and it fit tightly on her beautiful body, and she kept watching her. Qingya couldn't help lowering his gaze.
Just like the clear light on the river and the sea, just like the spring rain blowing on the willow branches, she danced with her fingers in the rain, and the water splashes in the sky revolved around her thousands of times.
With every step, she stretched her body to the fullest, and her dance steps were almost crazy, as if she wanted to let out the emotions that had been hidden in her heart for four thousand years. She seems to want to tell everyone again that she is not the terrifying evil god Hanba, but a goddess who symbolizes auspiciousness.
Until the water in the lake north of Chishui began to rise, gradually submerging her ankles and calves, she was still immersed in the heavy rain, as if she had fallen into an endless dream.
As her audience, Qing Ya naturally woke her up from her dream in time, took her hand and ran to higher places without saying a word.
Under the curtain of rain, Qingya did not choose to fly with his sword. It seemed that as the heavy rain fell, an invisible pressure also came.
The cool rain brought their palms together, and the temperature from her body no longer seemed so cold.
They ran on the rain-soaked sand, and their footprints of varying depths were soon submerged by the incoming lake water. Behind them, the water level continued to rise.
"Master, Master..."
Qingya led Tiannu and kept running forward, calling Liu Bailu at the same time. Tiannu just followed behind him, stepping on his footprints and letting him lead her forward, no matter where she went. .
The goddess stood on the sand dunes, as always, with the raindrops isolated three feet away from her. Looking at the two people flying towards her, she covered her gentle smile with the hem of her clothes.
It was she who scooped up a handful of water from the lake and changed the world. It seemed that the sins imposed by heaven seemed so insignificant in front of her.
Listening to the young man running towards him below constantly calling him, Liu Bailu felt a different kind of emotion in his heart for some reason.
She seemed to have seen a long, long time in the future, when the vast sea of the world turned into mulberry fields, the sun and the moon collapsed in front of her, and the young man ran towards her shouting like this.
At this time, Qingya didn't have those long-term thoughts. He was only in the foundation building stage and couldn't use the art of avoiding rain. Now he just wanted to run back to Liu Bailu to avoid this unprecedented heavy rain.
The goddess who followed him even flew her thoughts to an unknown distance, so far away that she remembered the memory of sitting on the back of the crane spirit and looking at the world from a distance.
It was an early summer day, and people would call this rainy season "Meiyu". At this time, the rice seedlings in the farmland are still green seedlings. The farmers are wrapped in raincoats and riding oxen, plowing in the muddy paddy fields in anticipation of winter.
Due to the heavy rain, the school gave the students a day off on this day. The playful children were still playing happily in the fields despite the heavy rain.
Until the smoke started to spread, a pair of childhood sweethearts hurried home hand in hand. Two mothers who lived next to each other were already waiting at the door, looking forward to their children and husbands coming home.
This is an ordinary farm life, but in the eyes of the goddess who lives alone in Kunshan, it is extremely novel. One day seems insignificant in the life of the world, which is less than a hundred years, let alone in her long years. But it was this glance that she remembered for thousands of years.
As she was running behind Qingya, she seemed to have returned to the scene of that day. The two childhood sweethearts were carefree and went home after playing. Everything was so peaceful.
Thousands of years in the divine world seem to have passed by in vain, leaving no trace behind, but this one day in the human world will always be remembered by me. If possible, I really want to experience the joys, sorrows, sorrows and separations of the world like a mortal.
Finally, the two ran back to Liu Bailu. She waved her right hand, and the raindrops stopped falling on the two of them, and their soaked clothes returned to their original appearance in a moment.
"Goddess, have you seen it? Even if you escape the trajectory of fate, the so-called punishment from heaven will not appear. From today on, you can return to the human world.
Although the once great wasteland has passed away in the years, and the Kunshan Mountain you once lived in has collapsed in legends, there is still enough room in the vastness of the world to accommodate your past and future. "
Liu Bailu said to the goddess of heaven along the gradually recovering ocean in front of him, "The shoreless land is about to be restored. These four thousand years of desolation are just a long dream. Now that the dream has awakened, everything here will be reborn, and You do the same, go and greet a new tomorrow.”
"Master is right. In today's world, people of different races can live harmoniously together. There are no gods, demons, or barriers. If you have no idea where you want to go, you will always be welcome in our home. .”
Qingya echoed at the side, Liu Bailu didn't answer, but when no one could notice, she frowned slightly, because she didn't want anyone to walk into the quiet days in the mountains, that was The time that only belongs to their master and apprentice.
"In our era, every move of all the gods was under the light of heaven, and would never be easily rewritten like this. After things change and stars change, don't even the eternal heavens go?"
I don’t know if she is asking Liu Bailu, herself, or the illusory way of heaven.
At the same time, the huge sea whale jumped out of the water, and its huge tail made thousands of huge waves on the sea. Liu Bailu pointed in the direction where the waves disappeared and answered:
"Perhaps, Tiandao, like the waves, died in the sea of stars in an unknown year."
