I will Bury the Gods Chapter 111: : towering tree

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The quiet sky is a gray-blue sea, and the stars grow luxuriantly, extending to the end that cannot be seen. It is like a celestial road, guiding people to the deep secret.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing were lying on the Three Realms Mountain, enjoying the cool breeze, looking at the sky full of stars.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Shouxi has been away from the old world for more than a year. Apart from his memory, he has no tokens to remember. You can remember the past and the future.

Mu Shijing also had a similar idea.

Whenever she looks at the night sky peacefully, she always feels that the sky is so thin that she can tear it apart with her fingers, and there is another world hidden behind the sky.

Many poems and essays that she had memorized when she was a child appeared in her mind. At this moment, her red lips moved, and she also read it softly, as if she was talking to herself.

When she read, "Like this star is not last night", the girl fell silent unconsciously, a sense of emptiness flooded into her heart, she stretched out her hand, trying to grab something, but between her fingers there Only the fleeting night wind.

Cool nights are the most depressing.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing were lying together. They were a handsome young man and a beautiful young girl. Both were dressed in black and had black hair.

Mu Shijing stretched her body, then sat up suddenly, her black dress was loose, and she was wearing it casually at the moment, she could see her bare shoulders, which were milky white under the moonlight.

Looking at her profile, Lin Shouxi thought of Xiaohe again. If the petite and delicate Xiaohe was beside him right now, he should be able to hold her in his arms...

Mu Shijing is cold and cold, like a flower with thorns. In the past world, she was a successor of the Taoist sect, and she was the most well-deserved beauty. Let people have the meaning of appreciation, not the idea of ​​blasphemy.

"Are you really okay?" Lin Shouxi asked suddenly.

Mu Shijing thought he was asking himself, but just wanted to ridicule this hypocritical concern back, but saw that the direction he was looking at was the heart of the keel. Mu Shijing also looked at the huge heart covered with colorful scales. The Sanhuamao was writing vigorously, his eyes were red with red eyes, and he didn't look exhausted at all.

This state is obviously wrong...

How can anyone write like this? What's more, the three-flowered cat is a dragon, not an evil **** full of tentacles.

"I...I'm fine." Sanhuamao was obviously weak when he spoke.

The sound of the beating heart seems to have weakened as the night deepened.

Sanhuamao knows that it has encountered a serious problem.

The memory of the Cangbi King has been invading it for a whole day, and only continuous writing can relieve it, but gradually, writing has become a quenching thirst by drinking poison, and it doesn't even know what it is writing anymore. I can't even remember the main character's name.

It can hardly remember who it is.

It's only been a year since I was born, and the really deep memory in the past year is only this period of time. Although it is dangerous and beautiful, it is enough to remember for a lifetime, but when the Cangbi King is so long that the memories of the unknown years are pouring down, it is short. A short year of life is like a target made of white paper, welcoming tens of thousands of iron arrows coming through the sky.

It is a miracle that it can last for a day.

The Day of the Broken Wall is just the starting point of its memory, and its memory is constantly going back, passing through the long sleep, this keel is like a living history book, from which you can glimpse the changes of the world from ancient times to the present, glaciers, lava, Pluvial deposits, meteorites... In the depths of the memory, it seems that there are still countless pairs of unpredictable eyes of the old gods. It knows that if it recalls there, it will be completely swallowed and become the second blue king.

The Youlin Sect didn't know if they had anticipated this situation, but in any case, Zhong Wushi and Du Qie were both dead, and they had no way of asking.

Lin Shouxi fetched its manuscript, flipped through it for a while, frowning.

He guessed that Sanhuamao might be facing some problems, but this problem seemed to be more serious than he imagined.

"Talk to me." Sanhuamao said, "My head seems a little dizzy."

"Okay."

Lin Shouxi got up, jumped to the bones near the heart, stretched out his hand to touch the surface of the heart, and felt unexpectedly cold.

Mu Shijing raised his legs, hooked off the pointed shoes that were in the way with his fingers, and came to Lin Shouxi's side, sitting on a huge bone.

"What do you want to talk about?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Tell me your stories." Sanhuamao said.

"Our story?"

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing looked at each other and shook their heads: "We have no story."

"Hey, aren't you old enemies? Didn't you know each other a long time ago?"

"Although we are old enemies, our enemy is caused by the teacher, not ourselves." Lin Shouxi said: "I really know her, and it is only these seven days."

"It's like this..." Sanhuamao regretted it, and it rarely played a small temper, "But I just want to hear the story."

"Then let him tell the love story between him and his fiancée." Mu Shijing said.

She was also quite curious about Lin Shouxi's fiancee.

"There's... nothing to talk about." Lin Shouxi didn't shy away from this, but for some reason, he didn't want to talk about it in front of Mu Shijing.

"Then what kind of person is she?" Sanhua Mao asked.

"A gentle and kind person."

"Is it very obedient?"

"Of course."

"I don't believe it, you are so soft-tempered, you must be bullied by your fiancee every day." Sanhuamao said.

"How is it possible, she is obedient to me." Lin Shouxi insisted, "You will understand when you see her in the future."

Sanhuamao is skeptical, but Mu Shijing doesn't believe it at all.

"So, you really can't get married, right?" Sanhuamao said weakly.

"Why do you always think about this?" Mu Shijing asked.

"Because in this way, I can gain the ability to speak out, and I can let myself out of this heart." Sanhuamao said.

Ever since it knew that words cannot follow, its words have never been miraculously fulfilled, and it can only pin its hopes on past prophecies...

"This has nothing to do with marriage or not." Mu Shijing said: "It's all about sincerity. Even if we pretend to be married to help you, I'm afraid your abilities won't take effect."

"Then can't you be more sincere..." Sanhuamao said weakly.

"Do you want to leave this body so much?"

Compared with marriage, Lin Shouxi is more concerned about Sanhuamao's current situation.

"Well...it's a little stuffy inside." Sanhuamao said.

"Is it just boring?"

"Hmm..."

Sanhuamao is vague.

"Okay, okay, since there is no story, you go down first, I'm going to continue writing the book." Sanhuamao said in as lively a tone as possible, deep in its heart, when its reason has not been swallowed , finally made a decision.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing were urged off the keel.

Lin Shouxi repeatedly asked Sanhuamao how it was at the moment, but Sanhuamao insisted that he was fine at all, just feeling a little tired, and told them not to worry or bother, it just wanted to sleep for a while.

Since practicing Hetu Luoshu the day before yesterday, Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing have not slept at all. At this time, the night is quiet and the autumn wind is cool, and they also feel sleepy. After lying on the rocks for a while, they are half asleep and half awake.

"If we were really engaged when we were young, what would happen?" Mu Shijing closed his eyes and spoke like a dream.

"Nothing will happen." Lin Shouxi said: "Marriage can only bring short-term peace. The concepts of magic and Taoism are different. This is something that is bound to detonate. If we are really engaged, what we will finally usher in is only It will be a doomed tragedy."

"Yes." Mu Shijing nodded.

The way of magic is destined to be incompatible with fire and water, and their harmony can only be exchanged for the end of the other side.

"My brothers and sisters... are they okay?" Lin Shouxi asked softly.

"How would I know." Mu Shijing said flatly.

She came here with Lin Shouxi, so of course she didn't know what happened after the demon gate was destroyed.

"Then what kind of person is your master..." Lin Shouxi asked again.

He wants to go back to the past world, he wants to save his master, but now he has no clue, this emotion can only be turned into illusory worry.

"Don't worry, Master should not be a bloodthirsty person." Mu Shijing said.

She was also a little worried.

She has never met those people from the Devil's Gate, so it's not because she cares about them, she just doesn't want to become a sworn enemy with the young man beside her.

Lin Shouxi didn't ask any more questions.

He leaned on the rock, looked at the Three Realms Village from another angle, looked at the towering mulberry tree in the darkness, and gradually closed his eyes.

Even if he closed his eyes and meditated, he still held the Zhan Gong Sword in his hand, waiting for it to shine at any time.

But no.

Lin Shouxi didn't know that after the death of the Time-Space Demon God, the space-time it last connected also disintegrated, but there still seemed to be a strong wish attached to the Zhan Gong Sword, and this wish was conveyed to Lin Shouxi's heart along the sword.

Like a dream but not a dream, Lin Shouxi saw Xiaoyu again.

In an empty wooden house, Xiaoyu stood quietly, the usual brilliance between her eyebrows disappeared, replaced by a kind of hatred and perseverance that did not match her age, the scar on her cold face was still unhealed, There was no smile on her immature face, she no longer wore the iconic fire dragon clothes, and replaced it with a monotonous plain dress with a small yellow flower pinned to the arm of the clothes.

It represents the loss of a loved one.

Xiaoyu... what's wrong?

Lin Shouxi felt strange, he called her name softly, but Xiaoyu didn't seem to hear her at all, she just stared at the front quietly, her eyes were terrifyingly peaceful.

"Is that all there is?" Xiaoyu asked.

"Well, I only found these..." Another person apologized, "The ruins are still being cleaned up, and we are still sending people to look for them."

"No need." Xiaoyu shook his head slightly, looked ahead, and said, "It's enough."

Xiaoyu said something to that person again, Xiaoyu listened quietly, nodded numbly, there was bottomless sadness in her calm eyes.

Kneeling in front of the sword, she lowered her head and remained motionless, as if she could keep kneeling like this.

There are many people behind her, most of whom are of the same age.

They also cast a lot of gazes, some with pity, some with anger, some with ridicule, some with schadenfreude... But Xiaoyu didn't seem to feel anything, she just lightly put her hand on the sword.

At least the sword was found...

This is the only lucky thing among the countless disasters that Xiaoyu has experienced during these days.

She wants to contact the master, she wants to tell the master what kind of disaster she has experienced, and also wants to tell the master that she survived, and she also understands many things that she did not know before, and she wants to practice and become a real fairy , investigate the truth behind this incident, and avenge her parents....

She hasn't said a word for many days, and the only person she wants to talk to now is Master.

"Master..."

The people in the wooden house dispersed one after another, and the twilight entered through the window obliquely. Xiaoyu knelt before the sword, and finally stretched out her hand tremblingly. She tried to force a smile, but her expression was far-fetched and sad.

There was no response from the other end of the sword.

The setting sun fades away.

Xiaoyu put his hand on the sword, and waited quietly.

Maybe Master has something to do...

Thinking like this, she sat in front of the sword and waited quietly, but she didn't get anything until the morning sun rose.

…

I don't know how much time has passed.

"What kind of person is your master?" An old man with white hair and long eyebrows held a whisk and asked her.

Xiaoyu also seems to have grown a little taller.

She was stopped by this question, and she hesitated and said: "Master is patient, kind, and gentle..."

"I'm asking for specifics, name, age." The old man took a pen and recorded something.

Xiaoyu couldn't say anything.

"If you don't know anything, Shanmen can't help you find it." The old man closed his pen and sighed.

Xiaoyu recalled it for a long time, and finally just said: "There seems to be a muddy river where Master lives, and there is a village there, and there are dragons, snakes, etc..."

"No more?"

"No more."

The old man left, leaving Xiaoyu in a daze in a daze.

I don't know how long it has passed.

The old man is back.

He did bring news.

The people sent by Yunkong Mountain found Zhuojiang, and found the python-bodied Canglong statue in Longlin Town. There is indeed a Three Realm Mountain there, but there is no Three Realm Village at all. There used to be village houses here, and I am afraid they have been destroyed long ago.

"Who destroyed it?" Xiaoyu has thought about countless possibilities these days, but when it comes to facing it, she still finds it unacceptable.

"It's probably...a dragon," said the old man.

"Dragon..."

It's a dragon again.

Xiaoyu was unable to support herself, fell to the ground, and burst into tears.

She got it, she got it all...

The dragon that destroyed Master's village must be the dragon king with green eyes. On the day of her monthly test, the king of blue green woke up, destroyed countless villages along the way, and finally crashed into the **** wall. She has the **** wall and relatives The protection of the city, survived by chance, but there is nothing outside the city...

Although there is no coincidence, there is no need to make a book, but even if fate wants to teach her to grow, there is no need to kill everything so cruelly, leaving her alone...

Xiaoyu hugged the sword, weeping uncontrollably.

The old man did not leave, he talked about another matter after the girl cried.

"According to the seeker, he also saw a tree in the ruins."

"A tree..."

"Well, it's a dirty land, where there shouldn't be any crops, but a tree grew there," said the old man.

"A tree, a tree..."

Xiaoyu's words froze.

She suddenly remembered something.

The old man said this just to encourage her, telling her that no matter how poor and filthy the ruins are, there will still be seeds of hope breaking through the soil, taking root and sprouting.

But Xiaoyu doesn't think so.

She immediately thought of the seeds she got after winning the monthly test~IndoMTL.com~ When she ran away with Chu Miao, she accidentally threw out the letter bag containing the seeds and hung it on the dragon.

Shouldn't...

No, how is this possible...

She felt that her conjecture was absurd, but her subconscious mind told her that such absurd conjecture was very likely to be true!

But, but...

Hasn't the dragon been killed? Hasn't the dragon been captured by the mountain and soaked in the turbidity of the gods? How could the seeds fall outside the city?

Could it be that...

Xiaoyu's back was dripping with cold sweat. She recalled the scene of the dragon breaking through the city again, and suddenly realized.

Yeah, how could such a creature be captured? Shenshan just wanted to calm people's hearts when he said that...

"What's the matter with you?" The old man asked suspiciously.

"It's all right, sir."

Xiaoyu shook her head, she looked at the ancient sword she named 'Zhan Palace', and said softly: "I believe it will grow up well, when I go there next time, it must be It has grown into..."

"Towering tree."

The girl's voice drifted away.

Lin Shouxi woke up from the dream with tears streaming down his face.

In front of his eyes, a giant dragon rose into the sky, its wings whistling with the sound of wind, and the mulberry tree in the distance swayed in the wind.

…

Mu Shijing also woke up at some point.

She also looked in the direction of the **** mulberry tree, she showed a look of disbelief, and whispered softly:

"Master..."

It was only then that Lin Shouxi realized that there was an extra figure on the mulberry tree.

A shadow standing with a sword in hand.

She is so small compared to the giant trees, but once seen she is impossible to ignore.

The woman looked over, but it wasn't them, but the giant dragon. The anger and hatred gushing out of her eyes seemed to have been settled for tens of thousands of years.