Dai Luan woke up from such nightmares several times.
In the dream, she fell from a very high place, but could not wake up in time. This feeling of weightlessness continued, making her feel extremely real, just like the feeling she had when mountains and seas rolled down the cliff... But this
It's not what she's afraid of.
She could see that just below her, another woman was also falling. She reached out to grab her arm, but she couldn't touch her arm. The two of them were always so distant. She was not falling, but
There was something pulling her from below.
Dai Luan knew that at the end of this dark abyss, there was a giant black dragon. He was watching eagerly, waiting for the opportunity to move, opening his bloody mouth at any time, and pulling all living people into a place of eternal destruction.
The coolness around her was getting thicker and thicker, as if she were using frost and snow as armor, cold and heavy. She couldn't see the other person's expression clearly. The two of them were sometimes far away and sometimes close, even in a dream, they were so blurry. Like looking at the moon in the water, or looking at flowers in the mist.
, that ever-changing mass
, the twisted face was like molten wax in her eyes, gradually disintegrating with the wind from bottom to top. No matter how she shouted, the woman would not respond even a word. Dai Luan did not even dare to close her eyes, because she would
Disappeared in the blink of an eye.
By then, she will wake up.
Every time she wakes up, she will know why her face is so blurry - her eyes are filled with tears. Only when she wakes up, Dai Luan will stretch out her sleeves to dry her eyes. She has never really cried.
.
Because she knew that this was not a dream.
It's a reality that really happened.
Reality will not be changed.
Won't.
Since it is a fact, it should be accepted calmly. I believe that the moment Mu Wan drew out the Demon-Sealing Blade, she was ready to bear all this.
"She was already dead at that time." Shanhai said, "I think... it should be like this. Perhaps only inhuman things can use this weapon forged by Shura..."
"Yes, there are so many people fighting for the Demon-Sealing Blade in history!" Dai Luan argued with him, "Who has never been on the verge of death? Why is it that only she can... only she can..."
"I don't know anymore." Shanhai said.
That night, Shi Wuqi said nothing. Before dawn, he drank a lot of wine, and no one could stop him. No matter how the people around him talked, no matter how Dai Luan and Shan Hai argued, among the sobbing crowd,
A thick layer of sadness pervades the ruins. Although most of the houses are solid, most of them are
The earthquake still destroyed many facilities and many people were injured. The remaining wildfires are still burning, and many people are still busy fighting the fires. The Chinese New Year is coming, and these reconstruction tasks must be completed quickly in a short period of time. There is not much
Time is left for them to grieve, and tears have always been the creation of history's annihilation.
Just for a moment.
Just light and airy.
Shi Wuqi had a physique that never got drunk. After drinking cold wine, the colder he became, the more sober he became. Dai Luan's questions repeatedly lingered in his ears. He didn't know when he would meet his former friends who fought side by side.
They met again. It was too sudden, caught off guard, obviously reasonable, but still unexpected. They knew why, but... why? Why?
Meaningless questions are like self-questions and answers without any response. Gu Jia Qianlong Shuang Yuejun happily joined the stream of reincarnation and entrusted all the work to her... Will she accept it?
Does she have a choice?
Mo Liang was lucky to survive. He used more brute force with the sword that penetrated Yu'e. In fact, it is unknown when the redundant massacre provided by Ye Yuejun for Gui Tan will be exhausted.
But in Xue Yan Valley, he can live safely under the care of Chi Li and others. If he is lucky enough, he should be able to survive until the end of his life.
Mo Liang asked: "How should we explain to her mother?"
After the question that everyone avoided was raised, the only response he received was silence side by side with death.
Until Shi Wuqi said softly:
"Stop talking."
"How is that possible?"
"I lied to her. My daughter has gone down the mountain to do some work. She will be back soon."
"But she can't come back!"
"Let her believe she will come back."
This is like a more cruel choice. Anyone can do tacit deception. In this process, one day, when Mu Wan's mother was completely reduced to a gray-haired old man, she could do it in a trance.
She realized that she could never wait for her daughter back.
Maybe she was lucky enough to live a safe life, but when she got old, she also lost her memory of the people she loved most. Many old people can't even remember their own children until the end of their lives. If this kind of disease could happen to her, she would become
God's mercy.
Tang Huailan left without knowing when, which made some people very dissatisfied. Mu Wan saved her and did not ask for her blessings, but did not even say goodbye. Some said she was afraid of trouble and ran away, while others accused her of being ungrateful.
, some people expressed their understanding for this. But whether to forgive or not is not their final decision.
The person who means what he says is no longer here.
Chili will be immersed in deep but unreasonable regret for a long time...maybe, not that long. Sometimes in some stories, it is clear who is right, but in the end, it is not necessarily who can fall far behind.
A good ending. If revenge is the only thing Mu Wan wants, is the resulting price worth bearing?
Is it reasonable?
There is still no one who can answer.
Since the Battle of Winter Solstice, time has moved incredibly fast.
Two months passed in a blink of an eye. Everyone was involved in the reconstruction work of Xue Yanzong. Wood, stone, grain and oil were continuously imported into this valley that was almost isolated from the world, and white money kept pouring out like water.
Fortunately, Chili managed the business well and accumulated a lot of wealth for the Xue Yan Sect in a short period of time. When the various sects in the world learned about this, they also sent people to visit and provided a lot of help, solving the urgent problem.
Urgent. They all know that the feared assassin surnamed Tang has disappeared from the world without a trace. The time is very short, and the news of his death without a body is not very convincing. However, in the past two months, it has indeed happened again.
There is no news about his actions, and the situation is too calm, which will inevitably make people restless. A new assassin has appeared in the world, and his skills are probably from the Tang family. She holds two weapons, but they have two broken knives.
Some people say that one of them is the weapon of the assassin named Tang. Perhaps Tang He was killed by this woman in Xueyan Valley. The only strange thing is that both of them are named Tang, but neither of them is from the Tang clan.
There is no blood connection between people.
How did the mountain collapse?
Probably because he has done too many bad things, and God cannot bear it, so he must have been punished by God - everyone said so. But the location is Xueyan Valley, so I can only be glad that there are not too many negative news about Xueyan Sect, so I insist on spreading rumors.
Even three sticks can't beat a single person.
Damn it. After all, the cross section was too smooth and too bizarre, and it completely filled up that small ravine. It was really not something that a mere human could do. The mountain ax splitting the palm of the mountain was just a fabrication in the strange stories.
It's just a product.
Everyone thinks so. It will probably take some time to wait for the rumors of the Demon-Sealing Blade to spread.
During the Chinese New Year, the repairs of Xue Yanzong were tentatively completed, so that everyone would not have to live in a leaky house. It was just that the large piece of rocky land that looked at it was too empty, which made people feel empty. There was a heavy snowfall in the New Year, which paved the place.
It looks incredibly white from a distance, almost connected to the sky.
Liveliness and prosperity are the unique scenery in the world. The cheerful sound of firecrackers on New Year's Eve melts away all tragedies, and even sad memories become weak.
Years later, they were about to leave for Dailuan City. As they were leaving, Shanhai came to the room of a woman living alone and knocked on the newly installed door. The woman opened the door and hurriedly called the four people in.
"We are here to say goodbye, so we won't come in to sit down." He said, "But... before I say goodbye, I wanted to ask you if you would like to go with us to Dailuan City. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Compared with the Snow and Inkstone Valley,
It’s a unique scenery… Would you like to come with us to see it?”
"I don't have to worry about my old arms and legs!" The woman was clearly still very young. She smiled, but she seemed older than before.
"...It's fair to say, I'm a little abrupt."
"Thank you. You are so caring about me. You are much more useful than my unfilial son. You left me here alone at such a young age... They said Wan'er was sent to find someone. When
return?"
"...Soon, soon." Dai Luan held her withered hand and moved the subject dryly, "If you want to come in the future, just write a letter and we will send someone to pick you up."
"Okay, okay, definitely..."
Shi Wuqi was really a happy-go-lucky person. They quietly returned to Dailuan City and stayed for a few days. After inquiring about the news, they learned that singing and dancing were quite peaceful here. However, the city lord and his wife were not sure whether they were too busy or not.
Things are getting worse.
They visited the City Prince's Mansion like thieves one night. Although they could not entertain them extravagantly, Dai Luan's biological parents still expressed their sincere gratitude to several people and prepared rooms for others. Internally, they only said
The visitor didn't say much. Aluan insisted on sleeping with her mother that night, but she never dreamed that night.
In the following days, she was always troubled by various dreams. Sometimes she would forget them when she woke up.
"The older I get, the less I can remember. I used to be able to retell the dream completely, but now I still have the impression when I first open my eyes. I turn over a little and wash my face, but gradually I can't remember it anymore. Once it's completely
After getting up, I basically forgot about it."
She often said this to herself.
Except... that one. That dream of falling into the abyss again and again.
A dream in which I reach out and call again and again but get no response.
She knew that this was not a dream.
It's a reality that really happened.
Reality will not be changed.
Never.
She stood up directly and looked at the moon that was sinking outside the window. The weather had gotten warmer recently, but it was still a bit cold at night. The sky in the east was dark, but it was about to light up. Dai Luan did not call for the servants, but
I go to the sink to scoop water, wash and change clothes. There is no need to stay in bed today, because there is a very important thing today.
It finally dawned and she had tidied up. All the tired servants were so surprised to wake up when they saw her energetic appearance. Before they could help her do the final dressing up, their princess strode out.
Walking through the long corridor, going around and around, we came to a remote courtyard gate.
"Pah——"
She broke into the guest room and shouted at the guests inside with all her strength:
"Get up! Get up! The art exhibition starts today!"
