Chapter four hundred and twentieth: back to the mountains
Liangtongue doesn’t want things to be so “simple”.
The corners of her mouth were wide and scary. It was definitely not a smile that belonged to a girl, but more like some kind of violent, sinister monster that did not belong to this world. Two scarlet letters spit out from her mouth,
It seemed like a provocation. This was her purpose, and it was clear at a glance. She must have known that she could not harm the Six Paths of Impermanence, so she targeted this place from the beginning.
What she defeated was not only Lord Shuoyue's amulet, but also everyone's last escape route.
What to do, what to do, what to do?
Everyone hears everyone's voice.
Everyone hears their own voice.
However, only Lord Shuangyue could only hear a ringing in his ears.
At the moment when the blue amber shattered, a strange noise suddenly came from her ears. The sound rolled in but disappeared without a trace. It was powerful and powerful. She quickly understood that it was the sound of water -
—The sound of water coming from nowhere.
It should be said that it is the sound of the sea.
The numbness and stinging all over her body was still sharp, but she seemed to be suddenly picked up by a big wave and thrown into the sea. After a strong and real feeling of weightlessness, she fell into the embrace of the sea. Her surroundings were cold.
The sea water, even though she is still on land, is still
She didn't move. But the hard yet soft touch enveloped her. The seawater rolled into her ears, and her brain was filled with a whistling and humming sound. That was the scream of every drop of water, they were tearing at Shuangyue Jun crazily.
Due to her nerves, the next thing she could hear was tinnitus.
Time around her seemed to be frozen, and the space became sticky. But strangely, her thoughts were so quick, so quick that she could even see the direction of the wind clearly. The blue light spread slowly,
It gradually enveloped her whole body. She could not break away or escape, and had to sink into this dazzling deep blue. The blue sky, the blue lake, the blue sea, and all the blue things in the world were not as clear and pure as it.
.
Some pictures she couldn't understand flashed before her eyes.
In the beginning, he was just a person, a young man, whom Mr. Shuangyue had never seen before. He wore a ponytail, looked bright, and was in his prime.
He only glanced back, and in an instant he entered an old age, and in the end there was only a coffin left. Then, she saw some more people, all kinds of people. There were more and more people, overlapping each other, covering all she could see.
Everything she saw in the real world was completely covered, with no cracks visible. However, she could see everyone's appearance and observe everyone's actions at the same time.
There were men, women, old people, and children. They were born, they lived, and they died. Some died young, and some died of a long life. Everyone felt strange to her, but at the same time she felt kind. They seemed to have some similarity.
, and it seems to have no connection. Everyone wears
The clothes they wear are all different, some are silk and satin, and some are coarse linen, but there is no doubt that the styles of clothing worn by these different people are very different. Even this difference makes her feel familiar.
Because some are the same as they are now, and some are the way they were hundreds of years ago.
It would be better to say that even Shuangyue-kun herself didn't notice that over the past few hundred years, people's clothing and hairstyles had such a huge span. At any time, the clothes she and her colleagues wore were slowly changing according to needs.
Change, but in the end it merged silently with the mainstream, just like some kind of mysterious but uncontrollable wave kidnapped everyone to move forward.
But... who are those people?
Lord Shuangyue didn't know how she could watch the progress of everyone's lives at the same time. Their food, clothing, housing, and transportation, their joys, anger, sorrows, and joys were all shown in front of her without stopping. Strong emotions accumulated in her heart. There were too many of them.
, the emotions of a lifetime settled by those people in an instant cannot be wiped out by Shuangyue
Jun understood briefly. However, like the residual sequelae after a serious illness, the negative existence was active in her heart in a positive form. The feelings of those people were like dust, although they could not settle on her heart like gravel.
It left grooves, but they were piled up layer by layer, wrapping her tightly and making her breathless.
When I came back to my senses, I had become a thing in a cocoon.
She seemed to have really turned into an insect with compound eyes, and every eye was overwhelmed. When time passed long enough, when the feeling of suffocation was on the verge of reaching its limit, everyone's figures overlapped together in the coffin and turned into one person.
Shadow. The figure was standing far away, but suddenly he was pulled towards her. Lord Shuangyue was obviously motionless, it was the phantom that rushed towards her eyes.
That was actually a face that was extremely familiar to Lord Shuangyue—her own mother.
The elderly mother stretched out her wrinkled hands and murmured affectionately:
"Wan'er, I'm home."
Lord Shuangyue was suddenly liberated from the stagnant time.
Whether this hallucination that confused her finally ended, or whether it should be attributed to Zhongli Hanzhang, these are all possible reasons. Yes, Hanzhang suddenly rushed over desperately after the blue light suddenly appeared, and pushed Shuang Yue away.
Jun pushed out hard. He did not control his strength well, or at least failed to control it. He knew that this power might cause harm to Mr. Shuangyue, but it didn't matter, no matter how serious the damage was, it would not be as serious as
The two tongues went even further.
The two of them fell on the grass, with dirty snow and dust all over them. Lord Shuangyue sat up in a daze, still holding the umbrella handle firmly with one hand, and tightly covering his abdomen with the other.
"Are you injured?!" Han Chang's tone sounded like a question.
"...No, no."
Her tone was uncertain, not like she was fine. She was still mentally out of shape, her thoughts were hazy, and her eyes couldn't focus. Hanshang thought she had lost too much blood, so he reached out and tried to pull her wrist away. At this moment
, he felt an awe-inspiring killing intent behind him. He pushed Shuangyue Jun away with one palm, and at the same time, he sidestepped to avoid a slash from the Demonic Pestle. The twisted smile on his two tongues was still hanging on his face, and it seemed to have become an eternal part of her face.
part.
Han Zhang tried his best to stop Liang Tongue's attack. To a large extent, he delayed time for Lord Shuangyue, but she could no longer sit there alone. Lord Shuangyue finally seemed to have made up his mind,
She slowly moved her hand away from her abdomen. There was a pocket inside her clothes, which contained the blue amber. But the moment she let go of her hand, an idea was confirmed in her heart. This was indeed a command.
The result of despair.
Of course the blue amber was broken.
But maybe it's good news - it wasn't broken so completely or so small. It should be said that it was just split into two - if the other residues can be ignored. A piece of the originally strong amber was chipped away,
The fracture is barely flat. If the large part is defined as the whole, then the part separated from it is about one-fifth of its original volume.
Fortunately, the core was not damaged... The irregular piece of water bladder in the center, which is suspected to be a jellyfish, is still there, it just has a smooth "base". It was not so regular, but now the fracture can be placed stably
On a flat surface.
Lord Shuangyue lost a complete piece of amber, but gained memories that belonged to his ancestors from ancient times to the present.
Why? She couldn't figure it out. None of those memories should belong to her. However, she made a bold guess: Could it be that the young man who first appeared was her ancestor, the Wanqi family? But he later left the family.
, spent the rest of his life under the name Qi Huan. Indeed, he was the first person in his ancestors to come into contact with amber. Could it be said that with Qi Huan as the starting point and himself as the end point,
All the memories that extend along this bloodline are replayed here? She inherited this bloodline from her mother, even though she is just an ordinary person pursuing an ordinary life. The origin of this power, she can only
It can be traced back to her grandparents. But no matter what, regardless of male or female, the blood contract of Tengu went all the way down, passed through her mother, and flowed into her own body, and she became everything she is today.
These complex and huge memories also include my mother’s life.
Someone's footsteps were stepping through the grass, approaching from a short distance. Even though her tongues were intertwined with Hanshang, even though she had experienced that dreamlike baptism, she could still tell who it was in an instant.
footsteps.
It's very simple, because there is also the ringing of bells.
"Miyin..."
Miyin held a familiar dagger in her hand and stood in front of her expressionlessly. What was she thinking? Maybe she would never know. At least at this moment, she had no choice.
The amber was like the Demon-Sealing Blade, broken into two parts, one large and one small...perhaps it could never be restored. The only difference was that she no longer owned either the Demon-Sealing Blade or the dagger made from its broken blade.
Miyin looked at her with indifferent eyes, as if staring at a stranger.
"Is this your choice?" she asked, "Is this your own choice?"
Miyin said coldly: "Shut up. You don't need to make any excuses. It must be difficult for you now to recover the wounds caused by part of the Demon Sealing Blade. This may hurt a little and last a long time. If you are in pain
I always remember that I have been captured and tortured by this feeling countless times, and maybe your pain will be better!"
"Is this what you want to see? Is this what you want to see when you give up your past and your identity as a human being?"
"That's enough. No matter how much you say, it won't help." Xue Miyin raised the dagger in his hand high, "All of this..."
"All this?"
She also looked up at her without fear. Xue Miyin's back against the light was not that tall, but she was tenacious.
"This all makes me feel pathetic!"
The dagger did indeed rise higher, but it still didn't fall. She sighed and asked:
"Why? Because you once placed hope in me?"
"Maybe it's because you are you." Xue Miyin didn't want to think about it, "Because you are the six realms of impermanence."
