The continuous heavy rain never stopped. Liu Bailu pointed a little, and a clean cloud rose from under his feet. The three of them sat on the clouds, waiting for the non-stop rain to dissipate.
"This is the gap between the underworld and the human world. Even the gods cannot break the seals of the six realms. How did you get here?"
After some commotion, the goddess came to her senses and curiously asked about the whereabouts of the master and apprentice.
"The world is so big that there will always be missed corners that can be discovered by accident. Isn't it just such a corner at the bottom of the North Ming Dynasty where the goddess fell?"
Liu Bailu carefully brushed off the sand and dust on Qingya's body while talking to the goddess in a nonchalant manner.
"It's just that these small passages are one-way. We can travel here from the human world, but we can't go back the way we came. Only with the help of the power of the gate of the underworld can we reopen the road to the human world. If the goddess wants to return to the human world, she still needs to meet her. We are traveling together."
"But……"
The goddess hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether she still had scruples or unspeakable thoughts in her heart.
"Why, if the goddess hadn't stayed here for a long time, she wouldn't want to leave?"
"No, no, don't leave me..."
After saying that, the goddess's answer turned into a murmur. She was obviously a god, but she didn't know why she seemed so reserved in front of the human woman in front of her. Maybe it was because she hadn't seen anyone else for a long time. This comforts myself.
There is no distinction between day and night in the shoreless land. After sitting there for a long time, the goddess gradually felt a feeling that she had never felt before.
"Why, my head suddenly feels so heavy. Why can't I remember what I just wanted to say? Why do I want to close my eyes and lie down? Sure enough, God still sent down its punishment. I Are you going to die?”
The goddess struggled to keep her head clear and tried hard to open her eyes. This strange feeling she had never experienced before made her a little scared. The hope that took four thousand years to come must not be a flash in the pan in the darkness. ah.
"Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. This is the long-standing law of human life, and it is also a law engraved in the bones and blood of human beings. From this moment on, you are no longer a goddess in the sky, nor an evil god who brings drought. , you will start a new life in the world as a human being."
Liu Bailu's soft words were like a gentle breeze, and the already tired Tiannu quickly fell into sleep. Her sitting body fell softly backwards and fell into Qingya's arms.
This is the first time that the goddess has fallen asleep since her birth in thousands of years. I wonder what her dream will be like.
Not long after, the sound of long breathing came, and the goddess who was lying on Qingya's legs stretched out her eyebrows that had been locked in worry. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, it was somewhat similar to Hua Qing'er, Qingya couldn't help but feel... He put his palm against her face.
When did the distinction between gods and demons, humans and demons appear in the world? We are all species born in this world. Why is there a gap between us that is difficult to bridge?
Lifespan, strength, wisdom... Although there are huge differences between different races, without exception, the bodies they display are similar. Does this mean that a long time ago, all races came from What about the same ancestor?
But looking at the recorded history of the human race, even including the era before the birth of writing, worship of gods has already existed. If this is really the case, in what period of time did that long history disappear? ?
The chaotic thoughts and the noisy rain were intertwined, and Qingya felt that his head was a little dizzy. The history was too ancient, so let it just settle in the years. In the final analysis, the current self was still He's just a young monk who hasn't formed an elixir yet.
"The evening rain sprinkles on the river to cleanse the autumn. The frost and wind are getting colder and colder, and the Guanhe River is desolate. The remaining light shines on the building. The red and green trees in this place are declining, and everything is in bloom. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without a word."
At the time of the rise, Qingya couldn't help but imitate the literati and poets and wanted to recite poems as a counterpoint. However, due to his short knowledge, he was at a loss for words, so he had to borrow other people's poems to express them in his heart. However, he didn't expect that he was attacked. Master gave him a look of disdain.
"The so-called young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the tent is dimly lit by red candles. How can you be so young, with the falling rain outside and the charming city in your arms, reciting such sad poems? You have only been down the mountain for less than a year, and you have left your hometown. How much can you understand the feeling of longing for home?"
"Master, you know, it's not just home that makes me feel homesick. It's the people at home that haunt me. I miss her as much as the people in the poem."
The heavy rain blocked all the sounds in the world, and everything around him was shrouded in a misty rain. I wonder if it was due to the environment. At this time, Qingya became much bolder in his words, not caring at all that he would be abrupt. Liu Bailu.
"you……"
Liu Bailu, who had always been calm and composed in front of Qingya, this time turned his face to the other side in panic. Just like the sunset on the ice and snow, Liu Bailu's already beautiful face was even more charming at this time, which made Qingya look more charming. Ya stared at it for a long time.
But as soon as these words came out of his mouth, Qingya wanted to give himself a few slaps. Somehow today, he actually said such rebellious words to his master.
But this was indeed what he said from the bottom of his heart. In the past half year or so, Qingya had dreamed of Yaoguang countless times.
In the early morning, the misty mountains had not yet dispersed, and the chilly morning sun had just emerged from the ground with a ray of light. Master had already prepared breakfast early, and sat quietly in front of the hall, waiting for him to wake up and start the day's classes.
When the sky is full of stars and moon, whenever I finish my training, there will always be a midnight snack waiting for me that is different almost every day, as a reward for my hard work for a day.
On summer evenings, Master would bring two bamboo chairs and fish out the watermelon that had been soaked for half a day from the cool lake water. Half of them were masters and half were disciples, and then they lay quietly next to her, listening to her tell the bizarre stories in the world of practice.
Occasionally, when there is leisure and leisure, the elves from all directions above the fluctuating light will gather together happily, and the long-lost hilarity will usher in in front of the deserted bamboo house. The innocent Feiyue and the gentle Bamboo Yun sit beside him on the left and right, Qingya. I also lost myself in the noise of the young master...
At this moment, I know that I should put away this rude look, but why have my eyes not been controlled for so long? No matter, the master turned his face anyway, so she didn't know he was looking at her, so she might as well just look at her for a while longer.
"Rebel, still watching."
It wasn't until the master's words of reproach and blame came softly that Qingya had to retract his gaze. He would definitely be punished by his master after returning this time, but so what? As long as he can keep watching her like this, Qingya doesn't care about anything.
The atmosphere between the master and the apprentice fell into a subtle embarrassment. Liu Bailu turned her body slightly and turned her back to Qingya. Her long and silky hair fell on her beautiful back, and her moon-white hairband hung down to At the waist, the ends of the hair are intertwined, making the already slender waist look particularly graceful.
But if he continues to watch like this, the master will really get angry. At this moment, the goddess lying on his lap murmured, which eased the ambiguous atmosphere and calmed Qingya's restless heart. down.
I don't know what the sleeping goddess dreamed about. Her mouth kept spitting out indistinguishable whispers, which seemed to be ancient languages. Qingya couldn't understand the meaning, but she felt her vaguely. Thoughts in my heart.
After being away from the God Realm for four thousand years, she probably has things that she has always cared about, but the world of gods and humans is far apart in today's world. With only the little remaining strength, she can no longer return to the God Realm.
Even now that she has regained her freedom, the goddess engraved in the ancient texts has finally become a myth and legend. The one lying on Qingya's lap now is just an ordinary human woman.
"Crane Spirit, Crane Spirit..."
This time Qingya heard it clearly. It turned out that what she dreamed about was the crane that was tied to Kunshan Mountain and traveling to and from the Gonggong Platform.
Every day, it brings the first strand of clouds dyed by the morning sun to the goddess, and also collects the dew that condenses the moonlight for her. The goddess weaves these strands into the flawless heavenly clothes, just like weaving. A beautiful dream.
Even in the near-eternal God Realm, four thousand years are enough to change many things. I wonder where the crane spirit of the past is flying now?
The sleeping goddess turned over in a daze and slowly climbed up Qingya's body. Finally, she wrapped her arms around Qingya's neck and pressed her cheek tightly against Qingya's. on the face.
This is an act of intimacy that is only seen when treating animals. It seems that in the dream, she regarded herself as the crane spirit that accompanies her day and night. Qingya had to sit upright, making herself look like the crane's slender neck. Just the same, let her crawl on him and rub against him everywhere.
After she finally calmed down, the goddess who had had enough fun became limp again and continued to collapse in Qingya's arms. It seemed that she would not wake up from her first sleep for a while.
"Master, when will the rain stop?"
After a long silence, Qingya's question once again broke the long-standing silence.
"Heavy rain is washing away this desolate world. When the sand and dust accumulated for thousands of years are washed away, when the world returns to its original appearance, the heavy rain will also dissipate. It's just that this process is not short. It seems that we can't wait for a while. I won’t be able to leave for a while.”
"So that's it."
Qingya felt a little uneasy. Now he could be close to his master for a long time. He longed for such a situation all the time, but when he came in person, he was afraid that his words would be abrupt and make the master angry.
The young man's chaotic thoughts were no simpler than the heavy rain outside.
