Fu Canglu

Chapter 550
The sky is full of stars, and the wind and snow are swaying.

A small boat shuttles through the snowy galaxy, and time and space seem to freeze.

The boatman on the boat was a young, slender man with white hair. He stood at the bow of the boat without turning his head to look at the man and woman behind him. The spirit of immortality is completely different from that of the heavenly beings in the Daji Mountains, and it does not have the slightest malice.

It seems to be beyond the love and hate in this world.

This is the quiet and solitary environment he left behind for the two of them.

How far are all the roads in this world?

a thousand miles?

Ten thousand miles?

Not only that.

All roads in this world cannot be measured by length.

Time should be measured.

Ten years, a hundred years.

Some people died when they were born, before they had time to open their eyes to see the world, and before they had time to open their throats to feel the collision of the tip of their tongues, their soul fire was extinguished.

Before they had time to set foot on this world and take the first step, they left forever.

Some people have a long journey. They have walked through spring, summer, autumn and winter, through the changes of time, from the birth of a baby to the rickety back, gray temples, and finally stopped.

Life has come to an end.

All roads in this world come to an end.

The lifespan of the Yaozu is eternally long.

The majesty sat on the boat with lowered eyebrows, hugging Liang Liang in his arms, feeling the fine wind and snow debris, gently mixed into the hair, he did not speak, did not say a word.

Liang Liang raised one hand that was tucked into his sleeve, and stroked the illusory Maharaja, while the other hand, through a layer of broken breastplate, sensed the illusory heartbeat of the soul body.

Neither of them spoke.

It has been so silent.

Liang Liang hugged the Majesty tightly.

The wind and snow are flying like a shuttle, and time stands still.

It's been a long time.

Sitting on the boat, the majesty looked around and suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Sir, is that the other shore?"

He raised a finger and tapped lightly in the distance.

At the time of the majesty, the wind and snow freeze, and the countless bright lights of the galaxy in the distance shrink a little, and relax one by one, like a dark eternal night, condensed into one point.

Neither seen nor heard.

Is this the end of all roads in the world?
The first generation of Yincheng city lords were a little surprised by the title of "Mr.

He smiled gently and said, "Yes."

This is the end of all roads in the world.

Maharaja lowered his head and looked at his body.

Neither dead nor alive.

He has come to the end of his life, but he has not walked out of the last part, so the soul fire is not extinguished, still burning brightly, and all the time has solidified on him.

He hugged the woman in his arms, got off the boat, walked in the void, and walked towards the dark night.

The first city lord stood on the boat and watched the majesty leave the world.

The white hair is like snow, and the galaxy is like a waterfall.

Maharaja was not in a hurry to take the last step.

He suddenly said softly: "Liang Liang, if you want, I can walk with you forever on the road in this world."

Liang Liang smiled and shook his head.

she said in her heart.

brother
You have been with me for a long time
I.
Very contented.

It's just that the road in this world, no matter how long life is, will come to the end one day. If you continue to go on and come to the end, what should you do if you are not there?
Why don't you go here.

"I understand."

The once invincible monarch of the Western Regions stopped for a long time, and after the woman in his arms closed his eyes, he finally took a final step into the night.

In the endless night, warmth and softness ooze out, strands and strands, like sunlight, and like newborns.

After night, comes light.

That's how it got to the other side.

There was a clear chirp.

There is no Liangliang in this world, and there is no Suzaku.

When the boat returned to the Qi River, the first city lord silently saw a second figure on the river.

It was a woman in black lay clothes, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking on the Qijiang River, like walking on flat ground.

The oil-paper umbrella leaned against his shoulder.

With a dull expression and bare feet, she walked slowly. The green frost under her feet melted into the woman's slender and delicate footprints, and she didn't feel that the icy slag formed on the river was cold.

The pair of clogs from the Darong Temple were carried by her other hand.

Time freezes, the overturned Qijiang River, and the big waves that look like icebergs collapse, some of them remain in a state of not falling down, while others are looking up high.

She walked along with a calm demeanor.

In the huge dragon boat in the distance, everyone on the boat maintained weird and fixed expressions, and the water droplets were stagnant in the air. This scene was extremely absurd, and she saw everything in it.

She didn't smile, and her expression was neither happy nor sad, like a regular visitor who was used to seeing all kinds of human beings, and seeing such a strange and absurd scene of beings, she felt nothing more than that.

The woman tilted her head slightly, avoiding a drop of water between her eyebrows.

She traveled all the way without destroying the track of any thing.

He walked all the way to the center of the river, in front of the little highness whose lotus clothes were torn.

His Highness was in a trance all the time, as if he was still immersed in the Majesty's vision, walking with that man, watching countless galactic winds and snow whistling past him.

So Yi Xiaoan, who walked in front of His Royal Highness, also raised his head in a daze, looking at the dark eternal night above the Qijiang sky, his eyes were full of Buddha's light.

She saw a ray of light in the eternal night.

He also heard the unexplained chirping of birds.

She then murmured softly: "Brother."

Above the sky, there was a flash of light.

The boat came from the nine heavens.

Time all freezes.

The white-haired man stood on the boat, and the boat was suspended in the air.

He didn't seem surprised when he saw this woman in black lay clothes here.

He greeted very gently.

"meet again."

Yi Xiaoan hummed lightly.

The first Yincheng City Lord thought about the last time he met, he seemed to be
"Invite Beiguan."

The woman in the black layman's voice was soft and cold, with a dull tone: "You saved him and helped him start the awakening of the soul of the 'Maharaja'."

The first-generation city lord let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Yes. Time is really fast."

Yi Xiaoan said seriously: "For a person like you, time is eternally frozen on your body, you will never age, you will never die, so fast and slow, one year and one second, is there any difference and significance?"

The first-generation city lord thought for a while, rubbed his chin, and said with a smile: "Recently, I have been thinking about this question too. To me, there is indeed no difference between a year and a second. But the meaning of existence is always Is there any?"

"I used to think that sitting on a boat, looking at the world one after another, starting like this, and then ending, this is the meaning of my existence."

"But later I discovered that the meaning of existence. This matter is meaningless and does not exist."

He slowly spread his arms.

A strong wind blew up on the Qijiang River.

"As you can see, time freezes and nothing should be there."

"Neither should there be wind."

"But now the wind is born."

Hold your fingers together.

"Now the wind has stopped again."

The first city lord closed his eyes and asked gently: "During the frozen time, the wind was born and then died. Has it ever lived?"

Yi Xiaoan slowly closed his eyes.

She said indifferently: "As usual, it's far-fetched."

She didn't even bother to answer the question.

The first generation smiled and said: "No one in this world can escape fate, not even that majesty. His road has come to an end, even if most of the good fortune"

He looked deeply at Yi Xiaoan.

Behind Yi Xiaoan is Yi Xiao.

Yi Xiao was still in a trance, unable to hear what was said outside.

He just heard a little teasing in the white-haired man's voice.

"The overlord's spirit resides in his body, constantly absorbing the reincarnation of the maharaja, swallowing up the creations of the maharajas of the Western Regions one life after another. Do you think that this can defy the sky?"

A trance.

"Emperor Daqin tried all the longevity methods in the world, and the Overlord also tried them all. What kind of longevity medicine, what reincarnation practice... Which one can really get rid of fate?"

Then came the woman's extremely cold rebuttal.

"If you don't try it, how will you know it won't work?"

The white-haired city lord said with a smile: "But if he can't find that tomb, he will never be able to."

The woman said calmly, "So?"

Another trance.

Yi Xiao couldn't hear everything outside.

Seems like a heated debate.

His Highness tried hard to open his eyes.

He recognized the woman's voice, it was Yi Xiaoan's voice.

He didn't know how she got here.

That first-generation city lord is by no means someone Xiao Anxiu can fight against today.

The woman outside was still working hard and earnestly making the final defense for the overlord, but what surprised Yi Xiao was that her voice became colder and her murderous intent became stronger.

At the end, when Yi Xiao has the ability to open his eyes.

There was silence on the river.

He heard the first city lord sigh deeply.

I don't know what was said on the surface of the river.

The first-generation city lord had nothing to say, and at the end, after sighing, he said seriously to the woman in black lay clothes: "You are the only one... who makes me feel terrible."

His Highness opened his eyes.

He heard Yi Xiaoan let out an indifferent cry.

Subconsciously, he wanted to reach out his hand, turned sideways, and tried to protect the woman in black in front of him.

at this time
The girl in black lay clothes put away the oil-paper umbrella and touched it on the ice surface of Qijiang River.

In an instant landslide and tsunami.

The big river and the big waves rolling in the air were photographed in an instant.

The entire Qijiang River went crazy in an instant, and the ocean was wanton. Countless river currents were photographed, and the ice surface exploded within a radius of ten miles.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, the water splashed and converged, and finally made a splash.

The paper umbrella that opened again slowly closed.

under the umbrella.

Yi Xiaoan glanced at Yi Xiao who was extremely astonished, looked at his nose, nose and heart, pretended to be calm, and finally said softly: "Why, you are only allowed to perfect the ninth grade, and I am not allowed to achieve a little success?"

Yi Xiao was beyond shocked.

All the wind and snow on the Qijiang River, one after another, disappeared in an instant.

The world is very quiet.

The sword energy soared to the sky.

Even the dragon and snake in his own lotus pond bowed their heads and screamed.

(End of this chapter)