As the empress who breaks off her engagement at the beginning, I choose the evil little black lotus.

Chapter 139 The wind is rustling, the rain is falling, and the yellow leaves are still crying.

This seems to be the last year of this reincarnation.

Su Yan and Liu Zhenzhen were still walking in the sea of ​​flowers one behind the other.

"Hey."

At this time, Su Yan, who was walking in front, suddenly felt Liu Zhenzhen behind him pat his shoulder.

Su Yan did not look back.

His eyes were still wandering among the numerous butterfly flowers.

Recently, I can’t say recently!
I don’t know when.

He discovered that among the moon-white butterfly flowers, some other colors gradually appeared.

Yellow, pink, three colors, five colors.

From sporadic to small pieces.

Su Yan really couldn't remember when it started.

He only vaguely remembered that in the reincarnation a long time ago, this sea of ​​flowers seemed to be just a pure moon-white color from beginning to end.

Of course, this may also be because it was too long ago and his memory was biased.

When the length of memory is close to 500 million years, any deviation is possible.

But this hope eventually became a beam of light shining into his chaotic world.

Since flowers of other colors have begun to bloom in the sea of ​​flowers, one day, the red color will bloom again.

"Hey."

At this time, Liu Zhenzhen, who was behind him, patted him again.

Su Yan was a little annoyed. He knew that as long as Liu Zhenzhen didn't look back, she would keep filming him.

Therefore, Su Yan still frowned and turned around. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, the sound that had not yet come out was stuck in Mo's throat.

But he saw a small red flower lying in Liu Zhenzhen's open palm.

The object that he had been searching for for 500 million years suddenly appeared in front of him, making Su Yan freeze in place for a moment, like a sculpture.

I don't know how long it took before I heard him say quietly: "Were all those red butterflies in the past broken by you?"

He should have thought of it earlier, since it was the same mental image and the same reincarnation.

If a red butterfly blooms once in the sea of ​​flowers, it will naturally bloom a second time.

The reason why he couldn't see her again after that one glance could only be because it was erased by an invisible hand.

"Yes." Liu Zhenzhen made no secret and nodded generously.

"Then why, now, are you showing it in front of me again?" Su Yan took a deep breath and clenched his fists subconsciously. At this moment, his voice was actually trembling.

"You really don't understand?" Liu Zhenzhen lowered her eyes.

In her hands, the red butterfly flower gracefully transformed into a red butterfly.

In Liu Zhenzhen's hands, it stayed for a moment, and finally flew into the sky without any nostalgia.

For a moment, Liu Zhenzhen curled her fingers slightly, as if she wanted to hold it in her palm, but her hand finally dropped, and she just watched it fly away.

Su Yan once said that the red butterfly was where he came from. This should not be forgotten.

And now, Liu Zhenzhen returns the hidden red butterfly to him, which is like saying: 500 million years later, I, Xu You, have returned to where I came from.

In the canopy of an isolated island in the deep sea, the moonlight shines on the face of the woman in red through the shadows of the trees.

At some point, she burst into tears.

What a dream she had! But it is Su Yan's 500 million years.

Five million years and ten reincarnations, he finally waited for the day when the flower would transform into a butterfly!
"why?"

In the dream, Su Yan was still asking Liu Zhenzhen.

Liu Zhenzhen pointed to the clusters of colorful butterfly flowers in bloom in the sea of ​​flowers. They looked so out of place in the moon-white sea of ​​flowers: "You have also noticed, these colors are not meant to be used." It should exist.”

"My mental image took shape as early as when the mental image state was perfect. For 50 years, all the butterflies were moon-white. The only exception was really only that one! But just by coincidence, it was you saw it!"

"Do you know what it means when there are changes in your mental image that shouldn't be there?"

Before Su Yan could answer, Liu Zhenzhen said: "This means that the mental image is unstable, and it also means that the foundation of the saint's path has been shaken."

"If this continues, I'm afraid that one day, the butterflies on this east slope will lose their original color. At that time, my cultivation level will at least fall, or at worst, I will sink into the unknown sea."

Su Yan suddenly.

Liu Zhenzhen shook her head and sighed: "Actually, I should have stopped during my second reincarnation. Five million years is not only far beyond your lifetime, it is also beyond my lifetime!"

Liu Zhenzhen looked at Su Yan, her clear eyes filled with rare complexities.

She was born to be immortal, and her lifespan in reality was nearly a million years, which already exceeded that of most Martial Emperors.

Even so, 500 million years is five times her actual lifespan.

In this way, she has begun to feel lost.

Su Yan's life lasted only two hundred years. Five million years was twenty-five thousand times his life!

Liu Zhenzhen originally thought that as an immortal with an unlimited lifespan, there should be no one in this world who is better at waiting than her, until she met Su Yan.

Dynasty bacteria do not know the dark and new moon, crickets do not know the spring and autumn.

In ancient times, when there was great spring, eight hundred years was considered spring and eight hundred years was autumn.

Who would have thought that Ignorant Hui Shuo's Chao fungus could survive the big chun tree.

"For five million years, you have been waiting for that butterfly; but I have been waiting for the snow lotus planted by my own hands to bloom around me. But, Su Yan, you have never smiled at me again for millions of years. Today , I returned Youdie to you, you should also smile at me!"

Su Yan: "..."

Su Yan raised the corner of his mouth with difficulty. For some reason, although he was finally freed from the ten reincarnations, there was not much joy in his heart. There was only one kind of sadness in the world of life, like that of a traveler from afar.

He thought, this smile must be ugly.

That was definitely not the way Liu Zhenzhen expected the snow lotus to bloom.

Three months later, when his legs were healed, Su Yan, accompanied by Liu Zhenzhen, went to the junction of Fallen Heaven Realm and Qingling Small Realm.

On the vast grassland, the wind blows the grass low, and there are herds of cattle and sheep.

A big river stretches across the grassland like a jade belt, with capped mountains in the distance.

Su Yan and Liu Zhenzhen were standing by the river.

Back then, he and Shen Xiaoxue came with an army of one million people. The materials for the cross-border ceremony alone consumed half of the national treasury. Now that they returned alone, they only needed eighteen Dingfeng Incense.

Liu Zhenzhen looked at Su Yan and inserted the eighteen pieces of Dingfengxiang on the river bank in a specific array. She handed him the hatchet she had been using and said, "Take this knife with you and let me chop it." After getting 500 million years of firewood, your sword spirit must have reached the heaven level. It is better to keep a handy sword at hand."

"Thank you." Su Yan looked at the hatchet with its blade full of holes and cracks. He was silent for a moment, then thanked him and put it away. "I am not a permanent person, so before I leave, I will give you another piece of music."

Su Yan did not light incense immediately, but sat on the river beach and put the piano on his lap.

In 500 million years, he has also played Jiang Yue Fleeting Time 500 million times, but only this last song was played for Liu Zhenzhen.

The weather on the grassland is always changeable.

There was still a gentle breeze just now, but I don't know when, suddenly a shoal of wind blew in, and dark clouds came from nowhere, scattering fluttering raindrops.

Even so, the sound of the piano spread far across the open grassland.

Liu Zhenzhen's thorn hairpin was blown off by the wind, and the hair was flying all over her head, and a few drops of rain inevitably got on her face.

Although the sound of the piano is beautiful, it is unintentional like her, and one can also hear the parting.

Why?
Liu Zhenzhen wanted to ask him:
If for 500 million years, your heart has nothing to worry about, why would there be separation from the sound of the piano?

And Shen Xiaoxue, listening to the sound of the piano, also wanted to ask him, what do these five million years mean to you?
But Liu Zhenzhen in later generations only wanted to know the origin of this person who refused to let go even after 500 million years.
When Su Yan finished playing the song and opened his eyes again, Liu Zhenzhen was no longer there.

The woman who had been silent for five million years, standing behind him and always visible when he turned around, was finally gone.

Su Yan sat there blankly for a long time, letting the wind and rain wet his clothes and hair. Finally, he sighed, put away his piano, stood up, and lit the incense sticks one by one.

As a special material for rituals, this fragrant fragrance is naturally impervious to wind and rain.

Then I saw streaks of green smoke rising in the rain curtain. Behind the smoke, there is another world.

The mountains are awkward, the water is gurgling, and the white clouds are urging the calf back.

The wind is rustling, the rain is falling, and the yellow leaves have stopped crying.

He couldn't give Liu Zhenzhen the gold she wanted. All I can give is a yellow leaf in the palm of my hand!

……

Shiyuanjie, Dayan, Taojiang County.

On this day, Emperor Zhiri's sun projection had just climbed up into the sky. The morning fog in the mountains had not yet dispersed, when he saw an old woodcutter walking down the mountain in the distance.

He hummed folk songs in his mouth and stepped on the mountain road, as if he were walking on flat ground, as if he had the energy to stay close to him.

However, from behind him, a person who was faster than him was catching up, and in a flash, he was already blocking the road ahead.

"Old man, wait a moment."

The speaker was a man in green clothes. He was slim and looked like he was in his prime, but he had a lot of white hair on his head and there was a tiredness in his eyes that couldn't be shaken off.

It seemed like he would fall asleep in the next second.

Sleep for tens of thousands of years, and the vast ocean will turn into a mulberry field.

After Su Yan stopped the person, he asked: "May I ask my father-in-law, I just returned from practicing in the mountains. I wonder what year and month it is now?"

As soon as the old woodcutter saw his body skills, he knew that he was a powerful warrior. He did not dare to neglect him and said hurriedly: "This young master, today is the seventh day of March in the 24th year of Tianshun."

"Emperor Tianshun! Why is it still Emperor Tianshun who is in the current dynasty? What about King Shenxiao? Has she returned to the dynasty?" Su Yan couldn't help but frown when he heard this.

Five million years apart, although he has forgotten many things, he will never forget the murderer who killed his daughter.

"King Shenxiao! He returned to the court a year ago!"

The old woodcutter paused for a moment, but in the end he couldn't hold back his tongue. He took a sip of the green ant wine he carried around his waist and continued to talk about the gossip he had heard in the wine shop: "Although, the Battle of Falling Heaven, King Shenxiao defeated her husband. But her husband and daughter are dead, which is enough to say that the whole family is loyal. Who can blame her? Hey, in order to appease her pain of losing her son, the current emperor even went to the front of the civil and military officials to appease her. In front of me, I knelt down and recognized her as my foster mother."

"King Shenxiao, now, he is truly the Supreme Emperor! When the emperor sees her brother, he must respectfully call him uncle."

"Now, this Dayan's surname is Li openly, but secretly, his surname is Shen!"

Su Yan: "?"

Shen Xiaoxue: "???"

Su Yan couldn't help but frown: "It's ridiculous. The Shuimu Pavilion massacre was Li Heng's first crime, wasn't it? King Shenxiao didn't want to avenge his beloved daughter, so why did he recognize his son?"

Su Yan asked Shen Xiaoxue her doubts on behalf of future generations.

Shen Xiaoxue had thought countless times about how to make Li Heng's white-eyed wolf suffer a bad life and a bad death.

Unexpectedly, when I followed Su Yan back to the Shiyuan Realm, the first news I heard was that I had a cheap son!
When she first heard about it, she was even more shocked than Su Yan.

"Hey, how can you talk such nonsense? You are slandering the emperor! King Shenxiao's daughter was clearly murdered by the demon emperor's remnant party and colluded with the demons of Wuxiang Palace. This is something everyone in the world knows. King Shenxiao has already sworn an oath. , If you want to fight with the Wuxiang Heavenly Palace until death, can you still have a vacation? Wait, you can't just..."

When the old woodcutter said this, he suddenly realized that Su Yan might be the remnant of the Demon Emperor in his mouth. He looked at him in horror, immediately put the firewood on his back and ran away in a hurry.

Shen Xiaoxue: "..."

In ancient times, it was said that it would be better for you to consider a thief as your father. This is like recognizing a thief as your son!

But to accept a thief as a father is like a cute boy who doesn’t know the world.

What does it mean to be a thief?
Shen Xiaoxue really wants to go back now and give herself two slaps to wake her up.

What worried her even more was Su Yan's reaction.

Xue'er's death was an unhealable wound in his heart.

With Liu Zhenzhen, she came back after many vicissitudes of life, only to find that her wife recognized the emperor who had killed her son as her godson, and claimed that it was to fill the void left by the death of her daughter.

What kind of mood is this!
At this time, Shen Xiaoxue did not dare to imagine on behalf of Su Yan.

But in the dream, Su Yan stood still for three sticks of incense without saying a word, as if he was recalling what kind of person Shen Xiaoxue was five million years ago.

In the end, she just said without expression: "This is indeed something she can do!"

Seeing the sudden change in Su Yan's eyes, Shen Xiaoxue's heart couldn't help but sink.

In the memory fragments and dreams of her previous life, this was the first time she saw such a cold expression on Su Yan's face when she mentioned him.

Although, it's not as bad as in this life, where we are strangers.

After Su Yan, he did not go to Yanjing to look for her. But three days later, he set foot on the old site of Shuimu Pavilion again.

However, the old scene is long gone.

After Su Xue sang "Putting Lights" that resonated with heaven and earth that day, the originally steep Shuimushan Mountain had already turned into a grotesque peak made of rocks.

The Taojiang River has also been rerouted.

The mountains and rivers are like this, how can people be embarrassed?

Dozens of miles away, the small town that was once prosperous because of the fifth-grade holy land also became deserted with the disappearance of the holy land.

Even Yihongyuan, where Xie Ting and Xiaotuanzi often sneaked in to listen to music, was no longer busy.

There is no place in the heart of the people other than to walk to the old place, hoping to find some old memories that have been washed away by time. When we arrive at the old place, we find that things and people in the old place have long since changed.

Old friends are like fallen leaves, withering away with the autumn wind of the old year.

Only this year's peach blossoms are still blooming in this year's spring breeze.

(End of this chapter)