You miss him so much...
Emotions and thoughts are like poison, an incurable thing in this world!
I miss him so much, but who misses him?
Don’t the old man want to?
If he didn't want to, why would he come back here?
Every plant and tree here is tainted with the breath of white clothes... The mountains full of bamboos are like his pride!
The old man's words made the woman's eyes wet instantly.
"I often wonder...if I hadn't asked him to follow me to the demon world, what would have happened later would have happened." The woman murmured softly.
"He will not meet Dapeng in the demon world, and he will not be cast aside by the world!"
"I won't leave the demon world sadly and face everything in Jiutian alone..."
The woman's hands were shaking and she lowered her head deeply. The moisture in her eyes was like a river of endless pain.
"He chose to use his own life to save everyone in this world, and then left alone."
"Perhaps I am completely disappointed with the people in this world..."
At that time, he said: The world is pitiful, what does it have to do with him?
It seemed that he knew at that time what he would face after accompanying her to the demon world...
But he went anyway!
At that time, he was ready. And everything that happened after that really confirmed his preparation.
The whole world is an enemy...
No one in the world knows what kind of thing he is carrying in his heart. All I know is that he hid in a moment of extreme sadness, but continued to plan the catastrophe of the entire world.
There are only a few people in this world who understand him.
He is a scholar, and scholars have a pedantry that the world cannot understand. The grand ambition in his heart became the last straw that broke his back.
If...he had never faced the abuse of the world, would his plan still be like this?
Maybe, he will choose another way.
Instead of leaving this world that made him extremely sad...
He is like a flower blooming in this world, and this flower contains the expectations and trust of those people for him. But when too many people see this flower blooming on the cliff, they will only laugh at its choice like an idiot...
"He never owed us anything..." The woman's eyes sparkled.
He should not be allowed to go to the demon world, and he should not be allowed to solve the chaos in the demon world. It has nothing to do with him...
The old friend's tea cup was placed and taken out in the woman's hand, and those past events were thought about again and again...
Miss him so much...
Yes, I miss him so much!
That longing is like a tide, starting from a humble place, and then surging like a wave rolled by a strong wind.
It's so overwhelming...
The back of the man in white when he left was desolate and lonely. How much she regretted it, how much she missed it now!
The flower of the other shore that blooms all over the nine heavens and ten earths is so dazzling.
The old man opened his mouth and looked down at the scenery under the small bamboo forest. How he wished that the white man could come back and have tea with him.
He missed him too, that was his only disciple.
His disciple is like a piece of jade, extremely pure and pure. On the medicine mountain of Yunzong back then, when I faced the risk of having my identity revealed and said goodbye to him, I risked endless risks and walked into his eyes.
He said, "Come and say goodbye..."
However, he clearly just didn't want to deceive himself, a lonely old man.
The woman said that he chose to use his own death to plan everything because he was disappointed with the world. But the old man knew that was not the case.
He is still the gentle person, and the so-called layout is just a helpless move on his part.
Because he holds too many people in his heart, but forgets himself...
As the woman said, he owes nothing to anyone!
Hut, bamboo forest, stone table.
Everything is still the same as before, except that one person is missing.
The wind rolled up clouds and mist, and the clouds and mist swayed in the sky and earth with indescribable emotions.
The old man looked at the fog with hazy eyes, and seemed to see a man in white clothes slowly walking towards him...
The white clothes are still the same as before, with white clothes and white hair, as graceful as jade.
The old man looked at the white clothes, smiled bitterly, shook his head and murmured to himself.
"Disciple, I have seen you more and more recently..."
"In my dreams, my eyes are dazzled...I always see you in various scenes! Is the end of my career as a master approaching?"
"A few days ago, I dreamed that you asked me about the alchemy of Shuangqi..."
The old man slowly lowered his head, as if he was no longer surprised by what he saw in white clothes.
Yes, I have been dreaming about white clothes more and more recently.
I saw him even in the daytime...
"I'm back......"
A voice sounded... This voice echoed melodiously in front of the door of the hut.
Among the sounds made by the bamboo leaves, these words seemed to overwhelm all the sounds in the world...
The old man trembled violently and raised his head again.
But he saw that the man in white clothes had already walked in front of him!
The woman stiffly held the tea cup in her hand and turned to look...
On the ground covered with withered bamboo leaves that had fallen from previous years, a man dressed in white stepped on the fallen leaves and looked at them. Bai Yi's eyes were red, as if he was not hallucinating.
The old man looked at the white clothes blankly, as if he didn't believe it.
He stood up slowly and walked forward in a daze...
The appearance of Baiyi gradually became clearer, and gradually overlapped with the person in the memory, as if there had been no change for thousands of years.
The old man opened his mouth, raised his old hand tremblingly, and touched the cheek of the white man.
The moment my palm touched that face, the real touch was like a breeze, stirring up waves in my heart...
The old man withdrew his hand suddenly and looked at his hand in confusion.
The hallucination is so real. Is it really time to leave?
Bai Yi gently grabbed the old man's hand and put it on his face again. Looking at the twilight old man in front of him, he couldn't help but shed tears.
"Master, I am Jing Yan..."
"I'm really... back!"
boom!
The wrinkles on the old man's face squeezed out deep grooves.
The woman on the side raised her eyes and looked at the white clothes, seemingly in a daze.
This dream-like scene seemed too unreal in the eyes of the two of them.
So much so that they seem to find it hard to believe...
Bai Yi looked at the two people in a daze in front of him, slowly took a few steps back, and gently closed his eyes.
A golden light lit up at Bai Yi's feet, and the light spread out like water, covering the door of the small bamboo house.
Wherever the golden light passed, white flowers of the other side slowly bloomed...
The flowers of the other shore bloomed all over the door of this small house just like they did in the memory!
A small bamboo house,
A stone table,
a teapot,
Three people...
Flowers everywhere...
Everything seems to be back to how it was back then, nothing has changed!
The woman looked at the white clothes and suddenly covered her mouth with her sleeves. The crystal dew in her eyes fell down...
I can't say the words "I miss him so much" anymore!
The old man also looked at Baiyi in a daze, and then suddenly smiled...
"how?"
Bai Yi opened his eyes and nodded deeply to the old man with a smile in his tears.
"fine......"
How is it when you go away, what is your journey, how is your return...
It's okay to go away, it's okay to go through, it's okay to come back...
The white parrot chases the bright moon, and the dry boat travels on the far sea.
Everything you do is suffering, but you will be fine after seeing you!
All is well!
