The war between gods and demons ended, leaving behind a world of ruins.
This is the case in all walks of life, and it is also very peaceful in all walks of life. Except for places where people gather, such as tea stalls and wine shops, there are noisy discussions, and there is basically no war.
The divine dynasty suffered heavy casualties in all areas of the restricted area.
After the war, everyone was recuperating.
Healing of healing, retreat of retreat.
The rest are basically repairing their homes. ??
All those who were punished by the gods were forced to enter the fairy world.
The Great Universe collides with the Great Universe. Except for the Shenxu restricted area, no one is intact. In such a situation, no lineage of inheritance will be able to fight again.
However, there are also lively areas.
Like a small universe, there are visitors every day.
It’s nothing more than looking at the scenery and looking for the source.
If enemies happen to bump into each other, a fight is inevitable.
That's it,
There are also those who do not respect martial ethics and take advantage of the dark and windy night to form teams to rob.
As a result, all walks of life have stopped, but this new world is still at war.
"Sister, your method works better." Late at night, the Lord of the Mortal Realm and the Lord of the Underworld heard laughter, and he said this to Lin Zhihua.
The master of the fairy world is a good man! He taught them how to get benefits.
In a battle between gods and demons, they had a lot of trouble and made a lot of money.
The sanctioners are also poor!
Wouldn’t this make you rich?
"Aren't you going to share some with me?" Lin Zhihua responded.
Okay! As soon as these words came out, the two people below were selectively deaf.
For this reason, they all found good reasons for themselves:
The masters of the divine world were so messy that they disrupted the great universe of the fairy world, and the mortal world and the underworld also suffered. As the masters of the two realms, they had to work hard to repair, and they could not neglect their duties by talking to each other.
Haha! Lin Zhihua glanced sideways and didn't bother to pay attention to those two guys.
When it comes to dedication, it has to be her. She has never rested since the death of the Lord of the God Realm. She is afraid that a lazy person will make God unhappy and kill her too.
While cultivating the world, she also did not forget to look at the world and call it a beautiful sight.
Check.
In this battle, she blocked many people.
There are always a few who are particularly dishonest.
Just like the golden-haired monkey from the Divine Dynasty, he has been cursing and cursing non-stop since he was locked up in a small dark room. He often carries his stick and has fun in the valley, but no matter how hard he rushes, he can't get out of that world.
Compared to the ape god, Zhao Yun under the moon was quite calm.
He finally got out of bed, holding the white flame, and sat alone on the stone steps in front of the door, quietly in a daze, no matter how the night wind ruffled his messy long hair, he remained motionless, with only tears in the corners of his eyes.
The unstoppable flow.
This was his home when he became mortal.
That year, there was a gentle but clumsy wife at home, and he spent a period of poor and beautiful years with him.
Spring passes and autumn comes.
Flowers fade and bloom.
many years later,
It’s still this home, the flowers are still full and the moon is full, but that person is no longer here.
Things have changed and people have changed. He doesn't know whether it's sadness or longing. He only knows that his heart aches so much. He misses that woman named Tai Xi. She could call him my husband again or even give him a good beating.
"Mother."
The small flames flickered, and the milky voice called out.
With just two words, Zhao Yun was heartbroken and choked with tears.
Why!
Lin Zhihua sighed, knowing Zhao Yun's state of mind.
She was a witness to the love catastrophe between the Lord of the Divine Dynasty and the Queen of Killing Heaven.
It’s okay to be poor.
Peace or happiness.
Several times of separation and death.
Now that we have arrived, we still cannot escape the sorrow and pain.
In the end, she flicked her sleeves and released Zhao Yun's cultivation seal.
God or mortal, for him, he can't get out of that prison, it just makes him feel better. Although the queen has been buried, their child is still there, poor little flower
Huo Miao will always live on behalf of her mother.
"Thank you."
Zhao Yun spoke hoarsely and finally wiped away his tears.
He sacrificed the power of his soul and carefully wrapped the small flame.
For the rest of his life, he will protect this child with his life.
Zheng!
The sword chant resounded, and a ray of light flew out of the eternal world.
It was the queen's world-destroying sword, stained with bright red blood, flying around the small flames.
It has a spirit, and the sound of the sword is sad and gentle.
The grief is for the master, who has returned to this era, but still can't escape his death.
Gentleness is for the master's child.
The peerless queen is gone. In this life, she only recognizes this little creature. She will protect her when she grows up and sing her songs all the way.
The next day,
Zhao Yun changed his clothes and went out with his hoe.
The clothes are in tatters, but they were knitted by the queen.
The hoe is rusty, but it does not hinder plowing.
The little flame is there, hanging in his divine sea, being refined by his eternal origin and nourished by the power of his soul.
The small mountain village is just like in the memory, quiet and simple, with no blood or worldly disturbances, and a peaceful atmosphere.
However, it is a prison, and there is a barrier that is invisible to mortals, covering this world.
And he was the convicted prisoner. Anyone in the village could get out, but he couldn't.
He didn't know how long Lin Zhihua would ban him.
Now that we have chosen this place, let’s take another trip back.
"Back then, why did you leave without saying goodbye?" It was Old Man Li who appeared out of nowhere, carrying a bamboo tower on his back. Apparently, he was going to collect medicine in the mountains.
Although he is old, he has a strong body and does not show any sign of twilight. He is getting younger and younger as he lives, and his face is full of glory.
Zhao Yun could see that someone had extended Li Laochan's life and he could live another hundred and eighty years, which would not be a problem. He also knew who gave him the longevity yuan.
when
The young Taixi is nostalgic for the mortal world.
He, on the other hand, was heartless and only thought about robbing the baby.
"The world is big, let's go and see it." Zhao Yun's voice was hoarse.
"Your little wife!" Mr. Li handed over half a pot of old wine.
"She went to a very far away place." When Zhao Yun said this, his eyes were very dim.
After hearing this, Mr. Li frowned slightly and thought to himself, maybe he is dead?
Zhao Yun said no more, carrying the old hoe and walking away.
In the fields, there were many little children chasing and playing, while adults were busy working in the fields.
They have all suffered major disasters, and no one dares to be lazy. They just want to have a good harvest through hard work and save enough food so that the whole family will not starve.
Seeing Zhao Yun, many people came over.
Many years have passed, but I didn't expect that the young man who lost his memory would return to this small village. I just don't know where his wife has gone.
Zhao Yun smiled politely, rolled up his sleeves, and waved his hoe.
At this moment, he is no longer the leader of the divine dynasty fighting fiercely in the Eight Desolations, but an ordinary mortal who has locked up his cultivation and gathered all his sharpness.
Returning to his original nature, he wanted to walk an ordinary path in this small village, not only to pay homage to where he came from, but also to watch over his relationship with Tai Xi.
The sun sets in the west and there is a lot of smoke in the village.
In front of almost every house, there is a woman waiting for her husband to come home.
It was a warm scene, full of sweat and fatigue, but full of laughter.
"Lady."
I don’t know if I am using my emotions deeply or if I am too involved in the drama.
When Zhao Yun pushed open the courtyard door, he subconsciously shouted.
However, he was destined not to hear that "Mr. sir" from many years ago. Only the withered yellow leaves, accompanied by bits and pieces of tender memories, fell slowly.
One moment of joy, the other moment of loneliness.
As much hope as there is, there is also much sadness.
He put down his hoe and sat alone in front of the door again, quietly in a daze.