She was wearing a white bed and white clothes, and her face was even paler. She sat cross-legged quietly, her brows furrowed tightly, as if she was suffering from great pain.
A long time ago, Gu Que didn't know how long ago, Tianji was still Bingluo, and they were still husband and wife.
They are in the Goddess Palace, in the thousand mountains and ice forests, beside the plum blossoms.
In my memory, it seems that she has never frowned.
Gu Que remembered very clearly that at that time, Bingluo always had a faint smile on her face. It was not obvious, but it could be seen through her crystal eyes.
Her mood doesn't change much. She just smiles lightly when she sees something she likes, and remains expressionless when she encounters something sad.
Neither frown nor sigh.
Only at the end, when she was finally kicked out of the Goddess Palace, and when she was about to die, she shed tears and said a lot.
"The Goddess Palace treats me like a mother treats her daughter. She has worked hard to raise me up. However, there is no way to have both in the world. If I can't let you down, I will let her down. I only regret that I, Bingluo, have a short life and cannot fulfill my wife's virtues in front of you.
, and cannot fulfill the filial piety of children for the palace of the Goddess."
"Hurry up and grab your knife. From now on...I will no longer be here. You can only use it to protect yourself. As a swordsman, if the knife is with the person, the person will be killed with the knife."
"I really can't hold on anymore. The black and white double rings are the inherited treasures of the Goddess Palace. You don't know many of the secrets. They can protect you at critical moments."
"Will you forget me? Look at the Weeping Blood Knife every day and touch the black and white rings every day, so you won't forget me."
Gu Que remembered every word of these words clearly. He always repeated them in his heart without getting tired of them, but he only felt sad.
He knew that Bingluo was very reluctant to leave him when he left at the end.
It's just that this kind of reluctance cannot be expressed in words, and words cannot describe how profound it is.
But now the swordsman is still alive, but the sword is gone.
The Weeping Blood Knife and the Black and White Double Rings are gone. I haven’t touched them for many years, but why can’t I forget them?
Maybe some things have been engraved into the soul and can no longer be erased.
It is said that children of misfortune are jealous of God and have a rough life, and most of them die young. Is it because I am born with such strong perseverance and bloody spirit that I can persevere to this day? In fact, no, if a person wants to survive, he must defeat something.
, it must be motivated.
Perhaps my motivation comes from not being able to forget.
I don't want to prove how strong or outstanding I am, I just want to get back what once belonged to me, what I cherish the most.
Gu Que suddenly thought of the "Book of Life and Death". Can he now combine the "Book of Life and Death" with the "Resurrection Scripture" to turn Tianji into the former Bingluo?
This is obviously not possible because he is already dissatisfied.
He is now more greedy than before. What he wants is not immediate and short-term happiness, but eternity.
What is eternity?
He didn't know, but he had to do it.
He kept looking at Tianji, and her face remained unchanged except for the expression, especially now that she closed her eyes.
After all, Tianji's eyes are different from Bingluo's. Her eyes are too sharp, full of aggression and threats, making it difficult for people to look directly at her.
But then I thought about how cold and heartless Tian Ji was when she was just resurrected.
Now, in fact, he has changed a lot.
Perhaps because of prejudice, I have never noticed it. It was not until I arrived in the Shura world more than 20 years ago that I gradually realized such changes and the importance and difficulties of being Tianji after being reminded by Yeli and Maggie.
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In the past and present life, in this world of mortals, life is always as absurd and strange as a drama, but fortunately, it is not too late.
Isn’t the most important thing for people to realize is to learn to cherish?
"Look at you, where has your usual majesty gone? Why are you so weak now?"
Gu Que couldn't help but shake his head, and slowly sat on the bedside, observing her from the closest distance.
It's been a long time, it seems that since she was resurrected in Xuankong Liudao, she has never been in such close contact with her.
At this moment, she is still the same as before, exuding a faint fragrance, slightly cold, but refreshing.
She knew her body very well. It was all white, without a single mole or spot. It was as perfect as if it were made of autumn water.
"Don't you pride yourself on being calm? Do you always emphasize the importance of reason? Why are you so conceited and go head-to-head with the Endless Holy Mountain? You must be hurt now."
Gu Que made a soft sound, lifted the long hair between her eyebrows, and slowly tucked it behind her ears.
"You fought alone in the four realms of the firmament and were defeated. Later, you drew a draw with Haotian Zhongmiao. You are quite majestic. However, without your protection, the Gods and Demons Continent was almost swallowed up by the Shura Realm."
"It could be the disaster that destroys the world at any moment. I understand more and more why you chose to be Tianji instead of Bingluo."
Gu Que slowly closed his eyes and said softly: "But how can I wake you up? Zhan Lunsamsara said that your soul has almost recovered, but the reason why you can't wake up is unknown, so I came to take a look.
What is it that is shackling your soul?"
As Gu Que spoke, white light flashed above his head, and the "Book of Heaven and Death" appeared. The paper was slowly turned over, and inexplicable rules poured out one after another, as if disrupting the laws and order inside the warship.
Gu Que said: "I know nothing about you, but I know that you have the ability to send me into her sea of consciousness. Come on."
As soon as the voice fell, white light suddenly surged out from the "Book of Life and Death" and enveloped Gu Que. A gentle force immediately carried Gu Que's soul out, as if it had broken through a space and rushed in.
In total darkness.
Gu Que understood that this was Tianji's sea of consciousness, but she was sleeping now, so there was nothing, just nothingness.
But every life has experiences reflected in the sea of spiritual consciousness.
Some of the most profound things will automatically appear subconsciously and form pictures in the sea of consciousness. This is inevitable.
So for Tianji, what is the most profound thing?
The sky collapsed in ancient times? Or was it the sealing of hundreds of thousands of snow-capped mountains? Or was it the time of resurrection? Or was it some earth-shattering war?
After all, she has experienced too much, and no one knows how profound her most profound things are.
Gu Que was very curious and tried to walk forward. He walked through the endless darkness and didn't know how long it had passed before finally seeing a glimmer of light.
It was white light with a reddish tint of stars.
What is it?
Gu Que strode closer and finally saw clearly the scene ahead.
He stood there, stunned, swallowing his saliva, but his eyes couldn't help but feel moist.
"These flowers are so strong. In such a harsh environment and such a cold wind, they bloom so brightly."
This voice is so familiar, including the tone.
Gu Que saw thousands of mountains and ice forests, and saw the plum blossoms covering the cliffs.
There, there were two people standing holding hands.
One is a slender woman, and the other is a thin but straight man.
Gu Que looked at it for a long time and didn't know what he thought of. He quickly ran forward and ran past this scene, as if he was in another world.
It was a blue world with dim lights, and a man was sitting there with his head lowered, like a child who had made a mistake.
Bingluo knocked on the door, finally mustered up the courage to go in, and said softly: "You, why did you treat me like that in the afternoon?"
The man didn't speak, and he didn't even dare to speak.
Bing Luo spoke again, her eyes shining brightly, and said: "I know, I have read many books, kissing can only happen between husband and wife. But aren't we not married yet?"
"I thought you would at least say something."
Bingluo's voice was not complaining, but filled with expectation, so the man beside the bed suddenly stood up.
His eyes were bloodshot and seemed to be burning with raging fire.
"I can't express my love for you in words, I..."
He did not continue speaking, perhaps because he was young and lacked courage and responsibility.
But Bingluo smiled very sweetly.
Gu Que was walking down, taking long strides.
He saw men and women entangled again and again, saw two people hugging each other, and saw plum blossoms blooming.
He saw many things, all of which were the most familiar memories.
At some point, he burst into tears.
The last scene is the farewell at the foot of Zhuling Mountain. The night is very windy, the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, with heavy snow falling.
It was still cold in the cave, but the faint light of the red candle slightly illuminated the dark night.
There was a woman in a wedding dress, looking at a young man, and then bowing deeply.
It is the simplest way to get married in a church. At the end of life, one person bleeds and the other sheds tears.
Then they hugged each other tightly, and then one person talked and the other cried bitterly.
One person's soul is gone, and one person is forever silent.
Finally there is a face, a face full of tears but full of love.
That's your own face.
This was the last scene Bingluo saw.
There is no earth-shattering battle, no evocative rescue, no excitement, no excitement.
Gu Que always thought that what Tianji could remember was probably those thrilling battles that could affect the entire human race or the world.
But he saw that the most profound thing in Tianji's soul was the time she spent with him.
From stranger to familiarity, from acquaintance to love, from lingering to farewell.
The sadness has been buried deep in my heart for countless years, and Gu Que has learned to hide it and not dig out it.
But seeing it now brings tears to his eyes. He couldn't imagine all this.
What a relief and what an honor.
What pain, yet how happy.
He was paralyzed in the empty space, and he saw the dawn in the distance.
So many years of fighting, bloodshed, fighting, wandering between life and death, all the tolerance, outbursts, sadness, and anger.
All the emotions were written in these eighty years.
Like, totally for this moment!
Gu Que lay down, seemingly endlessly satisfied.
He suddenly felt that the world was so beautiful and the future was so desirable.
There was light in his eyes, the dawn of hope.
His tone was very soft, but extremely firm: "I believe, Bingluo, you will come back eventually." (To be continued)