Cold lanterns and lonely candles keep watch over the cold night.

The dragon stands like a sculpture in front of the Tianmen, surrounded by ice and snow, guarding the North Gate alone in the wind.

The flickering candle cannot illuminate this endless darkness, nor can it illuminate the chaos of soldiers and horses outside, but it can escape the constraints and enjoy the rare tranquility, quietly listening to the sound of every snowflake falling to the ground, listening to the mournful wind whimpering, guarding the northernmost gate of heaven, and keeping watch.

past future.

The dragon's eyes were slightly closed, sleeping, and he was alone.

Bai Yujun finally had time to think about the past and recall every close friend, friend, enemy, and passer-by.

Reminds me of many good times in the past.

That year.

Holding an umbrella and walking across the Wind and Rain Bridge, the flowers are fragrant in the wind...

The vine-attached bridge looks like a green waterfall...

Breaking a willow branch and shaking it gently, I saw the mountains and waters of the world, and also saw a drunkard sitting alone in a tavern, a bowl of turbid wine and an old dream...

The old horse left hoof prints on the smooth stone road, sending it as a souvenir from afar. The yellowed letter contained a few dried plum blossoms...

I walked under the peach tree holding an umbrella, and a few pink flowers fell from the white paper umbrella, which were printed through the white paper and scattered all over my shoulders...

It rains continuously.

The green moss dripping from the roof ridge made a fluttering sound when it fell on the umbrella.

Standing on a stone bridge, I picked a plum fruit. It was so ripe that the sourness gradually faded away, leaving only the sweetness.

Occasionally, I will think of that short-term memory, like a short absurd dream, as if it never existed. When I live thousands of years, I will eventually understand what is real.

It's all over.

If you have the chance, you must go and see where the tomb of Old Yuan is.

Two thousand years later, I am afraid that it has long been turned to the ground. Maybe someone else built a new grave on top of his grave, and the tombstone has become a stepping stone on the mountain path. His descendants changed their names and hid in the countryside. It is not easy. If they can find him

It's also great to scare people in front of graves. Even if you want to make pickles, you can't even find ashes.

Time does not spare people, nor does it spare corpses. In the eyes of time, both the dead and the living are the same.

Take a trip back to the small valley where you were born.

I don’t know if the old ginkgo tree is still there, and I am familiar with every grassy bird’s nest and many wild beasts there.

There are still people living in the villages outside the mountains, and wildflowers are blooming on the hillside meadows...

A little sad.

I also recall the weeping willows by the West Lake.

At dusk, when misty rain begins, I walk across the old stone bridge holding an umbrella, admiring the lotus flowers and green duckweed in the mist, drinking a jar of good wine, listening to the knights and knights at the next table talking about their lives, and waiting for the moonlight to come.

Pray for the lanterns to leave the shore, startle the fireflies, and watch the lanterns hanging on the pavilions.

Can't tell the difference between day and night, forget the time.

Year after year, year after year.

Beitianmen is like a forgotten corner.

Since Lao Xuan Turtle left, he has never seen any other living creatures, not counting monsters.

During this period of time, Bai Yujun was finally willing to practice seriously, re-polishing and laying a solid foundation. There is still no such thing as the so-called Dragon Ball inner elixir, the demon elixir. The body and the dragon soul are developed at the same time. To live in this world, you must have a strong body and give up the body.

The disadvantages of specializing in the spirit body are too great, and you can't throw them in melee combat or spells.

There is no such thing as biting off more than one can chew. Bai Yujun has enough time to improve.

After a brief period of silence, his cultivation level steadily improved again.

After sensing the strengthening of the white dragon outside Tianmen, the number of monster intrusions was significantly reduced. The new guard was placed in the same position as the old turtle, and was eventually defeated by the ferocious power of the divine beast. As a result, Bai was extremely bored, and even occasionally

Not a single fight was gone.

For many years, monsters have been good neighbors, at least bringing some rare entertainment to Bai Bai.

Tianmen is of great importance.

It is impossible to leave without authorization, and it is impossible to replace it with a clone.

There is nothing to do but practice like crazy.

When Bai Yujun did something seriously, he found that his cultivation improved faster...

Singing and marching forward like a fairy.

The energy absorbed is not only fairy energy or spiritual energy. Since the world of the small broken ball can absorb a certain kind of energy growth on its own, Bai Yujun has also discovered that deeper substance. The name is not known, but it is close to the origin, very much like dust.

Bai Moulong's practice has a special characteristic.

No matter what it is, as long as it is strong, has a good appetite, is not picky about food, and can eat very well.

Speaking of eating…

It’s been a long time since I tasted the taste of flesh and blood, I’m greedy.

Don't eat all kinds of fish and shrimp, and don't eat them by birds and animals. Especially after growth, you are in urgent need of nutritious food. You must mix it with some vegetarian dishes. Nutritional balance is the right way. Whoever you catch will eat it in the future!

The days pass slowly during the penance...

…

Decades later.

The boring days have changed.

The cold wind carried the flying snow, blowing the face like a knife, and the frostbite turned red. In the dark snow, the solid ice was slightly blue, and the hobbled old figure walked hard on the snow in the barren cold land of ice crystals, bypassing clusters of slender ice crystals.

Avoid the icicles several feet high and move forward step by step.

The old cloak is blown by the wind, the beard and eyebrows are covered with ice, and the face is weathered.

Behind him, under a cloak, a thin little boy was lying on the old man's back, carefully observing the outside.

"Grandpa, when can we go home?"

"It's almost there. Don't worry, grandson. We will be able to go back soon and eat hot porridge and drink hot soup."

The old man tried to smile with his frozen face.

His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were bright, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

From another strange and blurry sight in the distance, the grandfather and grandson were like torches, and the sneaky and evil shadows were like wolves wandering in the darkness, ready to pounce and bite at any time.

As I walked, I passed by a deep valley with a crevasse in the ice...

The cracked ice valley is several feet wide and winding, and you even have to pass through an ice cave.

The ice walls on both sides are very high.

Monsters cling to the rock walls like spiders.

The old man took a deep breath and took out a big knife that looked like a paddle. His momentum instantly increased. His eyes were sharp and full of murderous intent. He dragged the big knife with one hand and continued to move forward. His eyes scanned the monsters in the darkness. The little boy on his back retracted into his cloak.

, relying closely on arms as thick as mountains.

"What the hell is this place...how can I get out...ugh."

Who is willing to risk going deep into the depths of despair if the situation has no other choice?

Darkness, endless darkness.

It's been more than a year since I left, and I haven't even seen a living thing.

He knew that those black monsters were about to start again, and they couldn't be killed or killed.

Finally, the monster couldn't stand it any longer...

The old man roared.

"kill!"

The sword energy left scratches of varying depths on the ice wall.

Run away, slash and kill.

Some monsters can be killed, and some monsters will turn into black energy and resurrect after killing them. Some are strong and some are weak. When tired from fighting, he took out a jade bottle and had no choice but to swallow the few elixirs left. If the elixir was

If you haven't left this dark and cold world after using it, you really won't be able to get out.

He was fighting monsters while running away, his face turned red, and the ice on his eyebrows and beard turned into water.

It's been a long time.

Exhausted and with disturbed breathing, the old man ran dragging a machete.

The long-term fighting resulted in severe injuries. He breathed violently and vomited blood. His lungs hurt. Every time he took a violent breath, he felt like vomiting.

He couldn't stop, he had to keep running.

"grandfather……"
To be continued...