Fu Canglu

Chapter 598 Pink Skull, A Punch of Loess

The skylight projected by the Tianmen like a swimming fish seemed to stop swimming at the moment when the coffin was revealed.

The center of the world at the bottom of the tomb is like an underwater world. It is quiet and uninhabited. The blades of grass seem to lose their gravity and float lightly. In the endlessly high dome, there are fine snow foam falling down. Before it could fall, it was lightly shattered by the sword energy, mixed in the scattered skylight, shining like fish scales.

A wind rose in the coffin, blowing the scarlet sleeves.

But that red dress is really too thin, more like an ancient streamer, which was cut into pieces and left in the coffin forever. Inside, corroded by time, although the appearance is still intact, when the wind blows, the clothes are lifted, and they are like broken porcelain, cracking crisply and decisively.

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First, a corner of the red clothes shattered into light and fine photons, and then a rain of red light flew out of the coffin uncontrollably.

Yi Xiao was in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Inside the coffin, the beautiful woman who had been sleeping for countless years slowly opened her eyes.

The streamer in Tianmen suddenly caused a commotion, and the swimming fish sank.

She stretched out a hand to support the side of the coffin, and slowly sat up, the red dress on her body was crisply broken, and the woman looked up as if she hadn't noticed, a little perplexed and at a loss, and she didn't hide her astonishment. faces.

There was a dull bombardment sound from above the dome.

Like a sharp object, it was chiseled down as if the sky had been opened up, the snow was flying, the land was sinking, and there was a long and narrow sword box, accompanied by the high-pitched cries of dragons and phoenixes, with fluffy snow and snow, a hole was smashed from the dome , The falling speed is extremely fast, spanning the vast distance from Xiguan in the Northern Wei Dynasty to Bachi Mountain in the Western Regions, it is hard to imagine how much desire and sword energy are hidden in this sword box.

After breaking through the dome, the snow and sky froze suddenly, and the speed of the sword box became "slow". The moment the woman sat up straight, it just stopped firmly at the side of her hand, and the sword box The surface trembled by itself, shaking off the remaining little snow gas.

The red robe's fingers held the side of the red coffin.

To be precise, it covered Yi Xiao's hand holding the coffin.

Her gaze was raised first, then fell together with the rapid fall of the sword box, and then slowly stopped when the sword box fell and hung in front of her.

There was nothing in her eyes.

It's like thinking about where you came from and where you want to go.

When he saw the sword box, he was still endlessly confused.

After a brief moment of thought, she seemed to remember.

Mu Hongyi put one hand on Yi Xiao's, exerted a little force, and stretched out an arm as cool as a lotus flower.

The arm spread like a branch, slowly growing knots, and finally the fingertips that slowly popped out gently pressed on the sword box. In an instant, the void cut by the sword box gave birth to countless waves of water, and a piece of mirror surface was blurred. Water patterns bloomed on the fingertips of the red clothes, and the "swimming fish" wandering in the gate of heaven lost their shadows in an instant, scrambling to surround this green onion finger.

At the gate of heaven, with her as the center of the circle, bursts of tornado aura swept out, grass clippings danced, dragon snakes hoarse, a slit opened slightly in the sword box, and the sword aura leaked like mercury paving the ground.

The grand weather is magnificent.

Yi Xiao looked at this scene, the red dress had already been blown to pieces when the wind blew up, and it was blown to pieces like sand. The naked woman straightened her back, and her whole body was as white as the snow on the dragon's spine of the Western Regions. Dust, such a beautiful scene, just look at it, and the heart is full.

Countless sky lights revolved around her.

The whole world revolves around her.

Mu Hongyi supported one side of the coffin, and slowly changed from a sitting position to a standing position. She did not care about the gaze of the man beside her, and decisively and quickly brushed the sword box with her fingertips.

With a slight "click", the sword box seemed to have been brushed aside with a long and narrow line.

The sky and the earth are open.

The sword energy all over the sky froze, and Mu Hongyi was slightly startled. She saw the black dragon and the white phoenix greeted him with bowed eyebrows. After she opened the box by herself, what floated out supported by the sword energy was not the sword hidden in the box.

It's a big red robe.

In the "ancient seabed" wandering in the light of the sky, this scarlet red robe is like a folded seaweed. At this moment, it stretches its body, and slowly stretches its waist towards the grand and bright world that is blooming with light again.

Immediately afterwards, countless red seaweeds emerged from the sword box, one corner after another, ups and downs, dancing with the waves of sword energy.

You Yu swayed slightly, biting the corner of the red dress with force, pulling the robe, leaning on the woman's body three feet back and forth, and finally pieced together the incomplete clothes into a complete big red dress.

Countless sword qi poured out of the sword box carefully and gently ironed around the damaged area, ironing and removing the incomplete robe, even the stained wind, frost and snow.

Mu Hongyi chuckled, held Yi Xiao's hand, and took a step out of the coffin. The red dress fit her body perfectly, undulating exquisitely.

Yi Xiao stared at her blankly.

She also looked at Yi Xiao.

There was a whistling sound.

Tianmenfengpo
She gently spit out two words.

"Yi, Xiao."

Mu Hongyi, who stepped on the grass with bare feet, pulled Yi Xiao and gently pulled him up.

His Highness's soul sea was so depleted, all the air pockets in his body were exhausted, and his heart was infinitely tired, but with this surge of warmth, he revived again.

It's like having infinite power.

The red-clothed man let go of Yi Xiao's hand, and her shadow was projected onto the grassland of Tianmen. The sky light flowed, and the shadow was cut and separated, swaying like waves.

Mu Hongyi stood in front of the coffin and opened her arms.

She said softly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Yi Xiao thought in a daze.

How long have you been waiting for this sentence?

Starting from the sound of the Qijiang River breaking, countless pictures rippled in the stream of Tianmen, countless swimming fish revolved around him, blurred mirror images swung in the sea of ​​souls, the moonlight in Sirius City spilled out, and the Yellow River in Saibei The sand also shakes away and flies out, the ethereal singing on the roof of Hongliu City, the cracking sound of tiles in Luoyang City's Tiansu Tower, and the desolate cry of the sword light unsheathed by the wind and frost.

Scene after scene, Yi Xiao's soul power was rising silently.

The soul world of Zifu, accompanied by the sound of shattered lenses, splintering spider webs, slowly peeled off like porcelain pieces, these memories were shattered violently and repeatedly, creating cracks that did not exist one after another.

The world is all right.

It was as if I rushed forward regardless of my whole body, and hit my elbow on the non-existent air, but it seemed to hit the toughest wall, tears from the pain, but the non-existent wall was hit with ripples.

Finally smashed the wall that broke the boundary.

The soul power of the little majesty broke through the threshold of the ninth realm and entered the unprecedented tenth realm of soul power.

At this time, the exhausted lotus no longer endlessly absorbs Yi Xiao's soul power.

The "seeds" are ripe.

The melons are ripe and fall.

Yi Xiao felt that he had no choice, so he walked over slowly, and hugged the red-clothed man, but his fingers were hanging on Mu Hongyi's shoulders, trembling slightly, but not falling down.

He asked softly: "Is it true?"

Mu Hongyi didn't answer, she neither nodded nor shook her head.

He just hugged the little highness gently.

Yi Xiao sighed, and closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, he knew that Tianmen's immortality is fake, and all immortality in this world are fake, even so, he still admitted it.

Because this body temperature and residual heat are real.

Mu Hongyi patted his back tenderly, offsetting his forehead with his forehead, and his long hair fluttered.

She murmured softly.

"sorry."

Yi Xiao frowned slightly, but did not open his eyes.

He felt the body hugging him and leaned back slightly.

So the whole world swayed and tilted together.

Heaven and earth are positive, long hair is negative, and red clothes are falling.

A coffin board of the coffin became the only cover for falling backwards, but the slight knocking sound that should have appeared did not appear, and the gentle hands wrapped around his waist, leading him to slowly fall in a short period of time. Turned over and fell into the coffin.

It's as long as falling off a cliff.

A woman is like a wild flower growing on its branches, embracing her body, changing from tenderness to wildness.

The sudden change made Yi Xiao uncomfortable. He cried out in pain, and then his lips were blocked, and soft snowflakes covered him. After a short period of coldness, the other party exhausted all his strength, as if he wanted to The soul is sucked out.

Yi Xiao gave up all resistance, as if she had fallen into the clouds.

He allowed himself to fall, and he also allowed the woman to demand more and more unscrupulously.

Among the misty clouds.

He fell for an unknown amount of time.

The divine soul that had been conceived for a long time and finally matured was also sucked out bit by bit.

The soul fire swayed and was no longer bright.

Yi Xiao suddenly heard a slight clicking sound.

The sea of ​​clouds was cut open with a sword.

That sword cut himself off the cloud.

All the swimming fish in Tianmen boiled and were torn into nothingness by the endless sword energy.

The grass clippings of Tianmen rolled away in an instant, and the vitality and sword energy wrapped in hypocrisy, under a sword, revealed the true face of incomparable barrenness.

His Highness struggled to open his eyes, waiting for the double images of the world to slowly merge into one.

He saw a man in white with one foot on the coffin, holding the nothingness sword "Karma" in one hand, with a calm and relaxed expression.

The tip of the sword was only slightly away from his chest.

But it penetrated the back of "Mu Hongyi" very accurately.

The woman made up of countless skylights still has that gentle face at this moment. No one knows if she has the memory of the red clothes in the sword box, but with the burst of sword energy from that sword, all the disguises are covered. torn apart.

Her skin is no longer fair, her hair is no longer crystal clear, and her eyes are no longer bright.

The woman is still full of smiles, but this smile is no longer moving after her withered and mummified face is revealed.

The Lord of Daguangming Mountain said lightly: "I won't bother him, I will send you to the other shore."

The sword energy turned and the coffin shook.

Countless cycles of cause and effect burst forth
In the barren Tianmen, the yellow sand suddenly flew up, and the black dragon and white phoenix sword box was slapped out by the huge sword energy, and fell into the ground, making a desolate scream.

Jian Zongming glanced coldly, and said: "It's a dead thing. It's hard to conceive a little wisdom, but it's extremely stupid. The master is already dead. After listening to an order, it has traveled thousands of miles to come here with sword energy. Don’t you think there is really immortality in this world?”

The black dragon and the white phoenix held deep resentment and sobbed in pain, but they didn't dare to say another word because of the mighty sword energy of the man in white.

The woman who was stabbed into the back of the heart by Jian Zongming's causal sword had already pressed her head to the bottom of the coffin and lowered her head, just because she didn't want to show her face.

If so, it cannot be avoided.

Her limbs are still hugging Yi Xiao, Yu Wen is still the same.

The little majesty's nostrils were still filled with a familiar smell, and the causal sword qi oscillated, bringing with it a faint smell of blood, which made his mind go blank.

He already knew.

He knew that Mu Hongyi was dead and would not come back to life.

He also knew that if Mu Hongyi really came back one day, he would not open his arms to him, and said with an extremely gentle smile, I have been waiting for you for a long time.

So he knew from beginning to end that this was just an illusion.

But even in Houqing's stele, Yi Xiao has never experienced such a realistic illusion.

His Highness's cheeks were already stained with tears.

He would like to believe it was true.

Before he finally closed his eyes, he asked, is it true.

No need to answer.

At least in this short period of time, he felt the real existence.

Holding her woman, her body has already withered. Yi Xiao knows that there is no eternal time in this world. When the Great Formation of Eternal Life is broken, the locked time will be repaid thousands of times and a hundred times. This land of eternal green , In fact, it's just a barren cemetery.

This is even more so in the coffin of Tianmen.

In the coffin lies the woman of eternal youth, who has slept through the ages and needs a kiss to wake her up.

Sounds like a ridiculous story.

Yi Xiao never felt full of joy, but now she felt extremely sad, as if something slowly awakened in her blood, but the sadness that filled her heart did not belong to her, and she was repelled by a huge sense of alienation.

The voice of the withered woman who was holding her was like the wind blowing between the heaven and the earth, spilling out of the coffin and then dispersing.

"I really miss 'him.'"

The woman said softly: "It would be great if you were really 'him'."

Yi Xiao slowly raised one hand, stroked slowly and gently on the back of her head, resting on the woman's dry hair like withered grass, and comforted her in a soft voice: "There will be reincarnation, you can be together in the next life .”

"no, I can not."

"The world will laugh at it."

The woman smiled softly and said, "This is a very ridiculous story."

Her voice was extremely difficult, and she said, "Close your eyes."

Yi Xiao sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

The woman raised her head as if begging, trying to buy the last little bit of time.

Jian Zongming, who was stepping on the coffin, saw the woman's eyes. He saw the woman's appearance before she died, and he couldn't bear it, so he nodded slowly.

She smiled lowly, slowly moved her head, and leaned against Yi Xiao's chest, listening to the fiery heartbeat in her chest.

She said softly: "I have a name, Ayu. I haven't heard anyone call it for a long time, can you call me?"

A brief silence.

Maybe it was because he knew that the withered and rotten woman in the coffin, like the lotus flower, would no longer exist in the world for a long time, or maybe it was because he couldn't bear to witness the woman's peerless appearance.

Yi Xiao's heart aches unbearably.

His breathing became difficult, and he said bitterly, "Ayu."

The woman smiled again, full of joy, and answered with high spirits: "Hey!"

Yi Xiao felt the woman lying on top of him, and after struggling to respond to his own words, his strength became more exhausted, more like a sleepy cat, before falling asleep, slowly and dreamily speaking some scattered words .

"You must have suffered a lot."

"Actually, I'm living a pretty good life here, but it's hard not to see you every day when I open my eyes. If I can stay by your side, it's okay to live a shorter life."

Yi Xiao pursed her lips.

He could imagine the torment of the days in the coffin.

Under the oppression of the cemetery rules, if no one can open the coffin, she will only see darkness when she opens her eyes every day.

The sky is flickering outside, and the eternal night inside the coffin.

It is better to die than to have no one to accompany you.

Long and indefinite waiting, coupled with an infinite lifespan, is the most unbearable torture in the world.

This woman named "Ayu" has been waiting until now, from the 16th year of the Spring and Autumn Period to the present, 400 years have passed in the tomb, how many years should she wait from the beginning of the talisman?

The woman's voice slowly turned into a cry.

"I regret."

"I want to take that back"

"If there is longevity, I don't want to share that share. I don't want to live with you forever. It's too hard."

She suddenly clenched her ten fingers, Yi Xiao frowned, and felt ten scratches of different shades on her chest.

The woman cried and said, "You lied to me, I thought you would come in person."

Yi Xiao opened her eyes, put her hands on the bottom of the coffin, and tried to get up with some difficulty, but was firmly suppressed by the woman's huge strength.

Jian Zongming, who was standing outside the coffin, turned a blind eye.

The woman didn't turn her head, Youyou said to Jian Zongming: "If I didn't have that sword, I would be able to see 'him'."

Jian Zongming said that the time was up, and then he flicked his fingers lightly, slowly and firmly pulled out the Karma Sword, the woman's painful voice was hoarse, and she bent down again.

Yi Xiao sensed that her soul power was radiating out from the woman's body bit by bit, and drifted back to her purple mansion by herself.

"I don't want to die."

"I don't want to grow old either."

The woman leaned over her chest, holding her cheeks with a resentful expression, the wet flesh and blood just fell off and turned into yellow sand.

She couldn't remember how long she had slept in the coffin. Year after year, the years were superimposed and fell in a disproportionate amount of time in Tianmen. Even this cemetery was barren, not to mention her skin and body.

Since ancient times, beautiful people are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world.

She suddenly smiled, and said desolately: "It's better to die, it's so ugly, when I meet 'him', 'he' will laugh at me."

A string in Yi Xiao's mind snapped up, and he wanted to stretch out his hand out of consciousness, trying to hug the back of the woman's head.

Yellow sand rustled in the coffin.

Yi Xiao put her arms around the back of the woman's head, holding her for a while.

He patted his chest with one hand, and the heartbeat there was no longer extremely fast, but slow and painful.

The coffin was empty.

A red dress fell down and was folded on the little Highness.

Covered in yellow sand, a mess.

Jian Zongming silently looked at the young man in lotus clothes in the coffin, he knew that this was the key to open the second door.

He couldn't figure out why the "key" would feel the same emotion. It was clear that all of this had been settled. After the man in the coffin closed his eyes, tears burst out of his eyes and rolled down into the sand at the bottom of the coffin.

There are some partings in this world, and there is no reunion.

The happy ending in the story is always like this: the most powerful man in the world, defeated all the enemies, and married the most beautiful woman in the world.

But it's not in the story.

As long as it is human, it will die, men will die, and so will women.

Therefore, all the stories in this world end in eight characters.

"But it is"

"Pink skull, a pinch of loess."

(End of this chapter)