After Mrs. Ye placed the infinite gems, she looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hospitality during this time. My work is also done. Let's stay the same..."
Prosperous wealth: "Green water flows forever."
They all said in unison: "See you later."
Huh~
The figures flickered and the two people disappeared.
Still in this world, on Mount Everest, the figure of Ye Taihe Wangcai appeared.
Wangcai looked at Mrs. Ye and said: "Little Golden Man, your spiritual thoughts are always connected. If something goes wrong, I will take you away."
Ye Tai smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't try to be brave. I am more afraid of death than anyone else. I will leave some of my spiritual thoughts in your mind. If something goes wrong, you will come back immediately. At worst, you won't need this warrior immortal body anymore."
"careful."
"kindness."
Ye Tai became serious, the prismatic mark between his eyebrows began to shine brightly, and the surrounding space began to distort.
Huh~
Mrs. Ye's figure, like ink falling into a vortex, began to abstract and merge into a black "dot" at the core.
This is a strange passage that communicates with a world outside the multiverse and outside the endless rules. It is bizarre and nostalgic. Those pictures that are either abstract or fragmented are exactly the scenes that Mrs. Ye has experienced over the years.
This is what Ye Tai, risking the collapse of Zhangliu's golden body, snaps his fingers for the third time to build, a channel that is both stable and unstable leading to a certain world.
The reason why it is said to be stable is that after snapping the fingers, this passage will almost permanently exist somewhere behind the scenes of this world, similar to the mirror space of the Supreme Mage.
As long as you use the laws of space to lead to that space point, you can plunge into it.
The reason why it is said to be unstable is because in this channel, the turbulence is too strong, and time and space are distorted, which may tear and obliterate everything at any time.
Just like a ribbon floating in the water, the turbulent waves will not destroy the fabric that has been "integrated into it".
Fabrics do exist, but they cannot be as stable as a cross-sea bridge. They can only drift with the waves.
This is what Mrs. Ye experienced here.
This space-time passage is like cloth, bumping and floating in the big waves, constantly changing its shape.
And those big waves are time and space.
Ye Tai couldn't give way to a certain time node. He could only rush out when Bubo experienced those big waves of time and space that were barely stable!
Bizarre.
Visions abound.
The scenes make people sigh and remember them.
Ye Tai, who forcibly opened his Zhangliu golden body, melted his physical body into the waves of time and space, and became abstract and distorted.
As long as the state and will are sufficient, the six-foot-long golden body does not necessarily have an indestructible form. Otherwise, if the Buddha's golden body is not stained, wouldn't it be difficult to pick it up and transform it into other things?
Therefore, at certain times, the plasticity of the Zhangliu Golden Body is very strong.
But even so, his spirit was still creaking, and the cracks on his body became thicker and more terrifying.
In the great waves of time and space, Mrs. Ye didn't know how long she had spent. It might have been an instant, or it might have been many years. The time here was just materialized material and could not be measured.
The scenes he saw made him tremble and make him want to rush in. Some made him sigh and couldn't bear to look directly at them. There were so many pictures that he witnessed someone's life with his own eyes.
But it is a pity that the scenes that make Mrs. Ye's heart throb and want to devote herself to them are either just fragments and turbulent flow, making it impossible for people to devote themselves to them.
Either it is too early and entering by oneself will cause the not-so-high-strength plane to collapse, because there cannot be two Ye Tais. This is not accepted by the rules of that world.
Or it's too late and you go alone, and you can only sigh in front of the grave, which is meaningless.
bumpy.
dizziness.
The body is tearing apart.
The soul is losing its thoughts.
Ye Tai gradually tends to get lost in the turbulence of time and space.
He is even half a step away from becoming a golden immortal. It is really too difficult for him to wander in the great waves of time and space.
If this unstable passage hadn't been relatively stable, he would have been annihilated long ago.
Wow~
The big wave of time and space crashes past. This is a huge wave with a stable and clear picture.
But the content in it made Mrs. Ye a little reluctant to invest in it.
"go!"
In his mind, an ethereal voice sounded, shocking Ye Tai's somewhat confused mind.
It's Wangcai who reminds himself that if he doesn't seize the opportunity, his efforts may be wasted and he may even get lost here.
Ye Tai regained his consciousness, gritted his teeth, and his abstract figure merged into the picture.
…
Central Plains.
AD 1542, the first day of the first lunar month.
Happy New Year.
But there is no faith or atmosphere for the New Year at all.
The entire palace fell into silence.
Princess Yunluo, who was extremely ill and skinny as a stick, was lying on the bed, making people cry continuously.
The smell of grief is spreading.
Princess Yunluo has attracted much attention since she was born. She is regarded as a pearl by everyone and is loved and treated kindly.
But at this time, the 49-year-old Princess Yunluo, who had passed the age of 100 and knew her destiny closely, was so weak that people couldn't bear to look at her. She was coughing blood constantly and her breath was like a gossamer.
The five important ministers of Humin Villa, the third King Wu Duan Zhengchun, the daughter of Guihai Yidao Gui Haiyanhui and others stayed by the side of Princess Yunluo day and night.
He took turns using his deep energy to save Princess Yunluo's life, but with little success.
Princess Yunluo was so energetic and spiritual in the past, but now she is full of twilight and death.
The 50-year-old King Wu was in trouble. He had exhausted his powerful energy. He was tired in the courtyard outside his bedroom, looking at the stars in the sky, his gray goatee trembling. He was silent and sad, and whispered to himself:
"Brother, it's been thirty years, you are so cruel..."
"Godfather! Come quickly! Okay, there's a lot of blood..."
Suddenly I heard bad news coming from the house.
Cheng Shifei's heart was bleeding, he clenched his fists and quickly returned to the house.
On the sick bed.
Princess Yunluo has lost all her vitality, her face is withered, her hair is almost white.
It's not too long to live, or it may be that you are lucky to have lived until now. This is the first thought of everyone who witnesses it.
The blood beside the bed was stained with dozens of white cloths.
But even now, she is still smiling, just like she has been for thirty years.
Perhaps it was because of the flashback that she found the strength from nowhere. She raised her hand with all her strength, and tremblingly took out a dried and shapeless lavender plant from the sachet, which was almost in pieces.
Pick up the broken pieces, caress your cheeks, and smell the pale and familiar smell.
Leaning on the quilt, Yun Luo thought about something and said weakly: "You guys, go out. Don't waste your energy on me anymore and leave me alone with Mrs. Ye."
As she spoke, she was completely lost in memories, her eyes were blank, as if her three souls and seven souls had been stolen.
All I can see is the lavender.
Everyone was about to speak but stopped, feeling extremely sad, but they just gritted their teeth, did not utter a cry, and just silently shed tears on their clothes.
Finally, under the greeting of Cheng Shifei who was already a father and much mature, everyone walked out of the house one after another.
Cheng Shifei was the last one to walk out of the door. He looked at Yun Luo for the last time, as if he saw the girl greeting him in the lavender, like a butterfly flying through flowers.
But after everything was shattered, there was only this haggard old man who was dying.
He sighed: "Yunluo, you said the happy time was gone forever... Sigh."
Crunch~
After saying this, tears filled his eyes, he closed the door and walked out.
Princess Yunluo finally couldn't restrain herself. Her only thoughts and obsessions made her numb and sluggish with a weak smile, and her face suddenly burst into tears.
Thousands of remembrances flooded into my heart in an instant. The boy and girl were in their prime and full of vigor.
In the casino, in the palace, in the burned-down Dongchang, in Hulong Villa, in the sea of lavender flowers...
ha.
I have lied to myself for so many years, forced myself to smile for so many years...
Am I, am I, really, really, happy?
The joyous sounds of the past are still in my ears, as if they were still fresh in my memory.
But why, why, why just,
Gone forever?
"Ye... too, one hundred years old is too far away. I'm sorry. I'm still so useless. I can't even live half of my life..."
Before he finished speaking, his strength had dissipated and his vitality had come to an end.
The withered figure slid down to the head of the bed, and the crumb-like lavender finally turned into crumbs and scattered all over the bed, the floor, and the whole room.
Her breath was about to expire, and an unspeakably beautiful scene began to appear before her eyes.
She saw endless and beautiful light, coming from an unknown distance, breaking through the clouds, filling the courtyard, and then passing through the window from the courtyard and shining into the house.
A vague figure walked out of the endless light and gradually became clearer.
In his hand, he held a lavender plant that could revive the dead.
She smiled and cried: "You are here."
"I am coming."
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