The horse demon sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, placed his two hooves in a circle on his lower abdomen, closed his eyes, and took a long and long breath.
Feel the mountain clouds and mist blowing past you, and the occasional mountain breeze will lift the mane on its neck.
It opened one eyelid and looked at the old man who was also meditating next to it, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"I said, how long are you going to sit here? We ran from Kunlun to Taihang. It took... I can't remember the time it took. I can't remember! How long did you say it took? It took such a long time.
Why do you want to go to such a far away mountain range? Just to find a nice hilltop to sit on just to get here? There are no nice mountaintops anywhere, and there are better ones than this in Kunlun."
The horse demon doesn't understand.
If he had traveled to various countries in pursuit of something, and now he had found what he was looking for in Kunlun, then he should find a peaceful and peaceful place to stop. After walking for most of his life, what's the point of still being on the road when he is about to die?
?
Then the man said he should go to Taihang, which was the last place to go.
It was actually very happy to hear that, thinking that maybe Taihang was concerned about him? The horse's hooves were clattering very fast, for fear that the man would not be able to hold on and die on the way.
When I arrived at this ancient mountain range, I neither entered the city nor the village, and just went deep into the mountains. I looked more like a monster than this monster.
The scenery on the top of the mountain is beautiful, but is it okay to just take a picture of the scenery?
"Have you ever heard of fallen leaves returning to their roots?" Li Xi'an asked.
He is now extremely old, his hair is pale, and his eyes are full of old age. He knows that he is about to leave.
To him, it doesn't matter. A dream in Yaochi is just a dream after all. He is not a mortal, he is the red dragon of Taihang Mountain in later generations. But it is completely different for this horse demon.
If Li Xi'an is not stupid, how could he not see the importance he holds in this horse demon's heart?
Maybe he shouldn't have invited any living beings to go with him in the first place. Huang Liang was just a dream. He was a passer-by in this world and shouldn't involve other living beings.
"Falled leaves return to their roots? Are your roots here?"
"I am originally from Taihang."
"Taihang creatures..." The horse demon thought, "You and Taihang went to Xiaoyongzhou to work as a servant for others?"
Li Xi'an didn't know how to explain it, so he listened to Ma Yao's words.
"If you want to be a servant, you have to find one in a large city near Taihang. The Taihang Mountains stretch for thousands of miles and almost separate Great Yongzhou from Great Jizhou. It is better to live in these two major states than in small Yongzhou."
"Still thinking about dawdling?" Li Xi'an asked.
The horse demon was stunned for a moment.
"Subconsciously..."
"nothing."
"Every living being should have its own way of living, and living comfortably is enough. I saw that you were not living a comfortable life back then, so I extended the invitation. Now I am leaving, and you have eaten the lotus and practiced
It's easy to be the Demon King of the Zhiyang God Realm, but whether you can make another breakthrough depends on your future fortune. I don't need to say more about the rest. We have been together for so many years, and we have already said what needs to be said."
The horse demon was stunned.
In its impression, this person rarely uttered such long sentences. In daily life, Li Xi'an spoke concisely and concisely. He could finish two words with two words, and four words with four words. He didn't say a word more, and he didn't miss a sentence.
.
He is really too old to survive.
"I shouldn't have thought that I was getting old." Li Xi'an said suddenly.
"You know, you know, people's hearts never grow old. I see the old scholar at the foot of the mountain nagging me every day."
"That's not what I meant." Li Xi'an shook his head and did not ask when an old scholar came down from the foot of the mountain.
He thought, looking across the mountains and mountains, his pupils clear and bright.
He is a red dragon. Before he became a dragon, he was a big snake that lived for more than two hundred and fifty years, and more than two hundred years have not yet reached the end of his lifespan. A creature that has lived for more than two hundred years goes through a period of mortal life.
He has lived through life, old age, illness and death, but in just eighty years, he suddenly felt that he was old.
Is it because the "body" in which we are located is different and the "mind" is different?
It's not that simple.
He seemed to have done this subconsciously before he fell into the dream of Yaochi.
For the big snake and red dragon, he is the king of Taihang; for that ordinary boy who was just one of the many living beings, laughing and scolding; being half-dragon and half-human is his normal state, possessing great power but containing moderate emotions. He is very natural
The land responds to different ways of entering the world depending on the "body" it is in.
But this is all him and has never changed.
Unexpectedly, the problems he ignored in this world were revealed in his dream.
A dream in Yaochi should not be regarded as an evil spirit from the beginning. Maybe the evil one is himself.
"time to go."
Li Xi'an suddenly looked away.
"Let's go now..." The horse demon was not questioning, but feeling disappointed.
"I'll never see you again."
"Not necessarily." Li Xi'an stood up, picked up his sword and wrote an inscription on his tombstone.
"I don't know that you can still comfort the horse, but I'm not stupid. How can I see you again after death? Don't worry about me being sad. It'll be fine after being sad for a while. The demon's lifespan is much longer than yours." The horse demon gestured with its hooves.
But the hooves are not moving as vigorously as before.
"If you can live for thousands of years."
"What did you say?" The horse demon was surprised.
"If you can live for thousands of years, we can meet again."
The horse demon was silent. For millions of years, this distance is probably further than the sky from Kunlun to the water of Guixu. The ancestors may not be able to survive such a long time, and the creatures above the ancestors may be able to.
"Okay." Li Xi'an finished carving his own inscription and inserted the faint sword in front of the horse demon.
"For me?" The horse demon pointed at himself with his hoof.
"Use it for self-defense. Although I know you don't have any thoughts, I still sincerely hope that you can live through this period of time. If not, you won't be killed before you become the Demon King."
The horse demon still wanted to speak, but stopped when it heard Li Xi'an singing softly.
He worshiped in front of the stone tablet, not as if he was worshiping the stone tablet, but more like saying goodbye to this ancient mountain range. The voice was low and deep, and the most primitive and ancient words came out of Li Xi'an's mouth. The syllables were cadenced, and he seemed to be singing.
, and seems to be chanting sutras.
It didn't know what Li Xi'an was thinking or thinking, but it knew that he was pious and sacred at this moment and could not be disturbed.
The writing is not meant for outsiders, it is only meant for Taixing to listen to.
…………
The burly, dark man sat on the ground and looked at the stone tablet.
He personally buried Li Xi'an with handfuls of loess.
The inscriptions on the stone tablet were as sharp as a sword and as powerful as a dragon, just like the boy's posture when he faced him.
There were only two words on the surface of the smooth stone tablet, but it was not the name he was familiar with.
"Nanzhu."
"Nan Zhu..." A voice suddenly sounded, it was an old man with a stooped body.
"Good name."
The burly man frowned and almost put his hand on the hilt of the Dusk Sword.
"Don't be nervous, you are an old friend, am I not?" The old man smiled.
"Are you the old scholar at the foot of the mountain?"
"Yes, but not just. For example, eighty years ago, I was a poor man who took in a boy with a broken leg with good intentions. And now, I am just a condolence person who comes to say goodbye to his old friend."
As he spoke, he took a money bag from his waist and placed it in front of the stone monument.
"Speaking of which, he should have noticed it."
"Perceive what?"
"Knowing that I am not a mortal, otherwise he wouldn't just throw me a bag of gold. He didn't even test it, he was so sure. Indeed, I had my own purpose in approaching that boy, and he had a very strange aura about him. Do you feel it?
Pass, otherwise I wouldn’t have kicked this boy’s legs off…”
"Like a demon?" The man said solemnly.
"He looks like a demon to you, but he looks like a similar person to me. That's why I took him in when his leg was broken. About two years later, I thought my life would go on like this. After all, I waited until the boy died.
It's not a particularly long time to me. But that night "he" woke up. No wonder his breath was strange, because the boy before was just an empty shell, and the real owner had not yet woken up."
"What exactly does that mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything."
"He left." The old man finally said.
In his sight, a bloody petal emerged from the body of the dead person, and as that consciousness left this world.
"And he never lied to you."
"If you can survive thousands of years, we will meet again."