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Chapter 85(1/2)

The bamboo broom swept across the ground and drew shallow marks on the bluestone. The fallen flowers were soaked by the sudden rain last night, and they turned slightly white.

Zhixi raised his hand, lifted his forehead, bent down and picked up the faded petals one by one.

She heard someone walking past her, and without raising her head, she whispered: "Emperor."

The steps stopped.

Zhixi picked up a begonia petal, and the petals had faded into light red, but they showed a bit of brightness when reflected on her fair fingers: "Nevertheless, there are few twins in our clan. Do you know why this is?

Because one of them will definitely snatch the other Yulu, and the only one who will eventually transform into a person is the one who snatched most of Yulu."

She stood up, as if talking to herself: "I once thought that some things were destined, and I and Yan Dan, you and Yan Dan, there is only one result in the end, it's just a matter of time."

She picked up the begonia and looked back and smiled: "I don't know if she would care about the same appearance as I had, but I never care. Her appearance is just an illusion reflected in her eyes. Beauty is white bones."

Tang Zhou coughed softly: "You are very good at learning Zen."

Zhixi Yingying turned around and smiled slightly: "Emperor, you don't understand what I mean, I'm not talking about Zen.

But now she shouldn't care about such things. Soon, I will be the only one who has this appearance in this world.

The throne, you once told me that there is no ordinary love in this world that lasts forever.

And I have never been attached to this kind of thing. In fact, when you say this, you still care about it in your heart, right?"

Tang Zhou was stunned for a moment: "You mean..."

"It should be almost the same to calculate the time. In a while, the realm of Shilan Mountain will be restored to its original appearance. Our clan always has something special.

Emperor, do you want to meet Yan Dan for the last time?

I won’t meet each other this time, and I won’t see you from now on.”

The petals of the crabapple slid down and flew out in an arc and returned to the ground.

Tang Zhouyi brushed his sleeves and turned around and left.

Zhixi slowly leaned down, picked up the fallen flowers with one petal after another, and murmured: "It's said that love disorder will cover your eyes with one leaf, and you're really stupid.

If you believe anything, you will return it to the emperor."

Please believe that if only I was left in this world and you were no longer there, I would be so lonely at that time.

Yan Dan was very entangled. Since she saw the book that Zhixi left for her, she understood what kind of stupid thing she had done in the past.

She has always heard others say that the heart of the Four Leaf Handan can cure all diseases. Even Ling Hua Yuanjun, who is the most skilled in medicine in the Heavenly Court, said this. Later, after checking several classics, they all said this. When they thought about it, they felt that it was.

However, no matter how proficient Ling Hua Yuanjun is, he is not from their clan.

What the books said is not a big mistake, but her method is simply wrong.

Most of the records in ancient books are what happened when their clan was slaughtered. The heart of the clan can indeed cure the chronic disease, but if the clan members are willing to use their cultivation to save people, there is actually no need to cut off their hearts.

The so-called "Lotus Heart" means the determination to sacrifice, the determination to sacrifice for the people and things she cares about.

Yan Dan turned her head and looked at Yu Mo. He stood beside him with his hands frowning, silently not speaking.

They spent so short time together, but they spent so long.

She turned around and called "Yu Mo" with a smile.

Yu Mo slowly turned his head, frowned, watched her take a few steps closer, and hugged her waist tightly.

He lowered his head, put his chin against her forehead, and laughed in a low voice: "What do you say, I can't help it..."

Yan Dan felt that her arms were trembling slightly, and she raised her head to look at him: "Yu Mo, I owe you too much, I know I will never pay it back in my life.

Now let me pay back this time first, and then pay back the rest slowly, okay?"

Yu Mo slowly closed his eyes and sighed: "Okay... but don't be too long.

One hundred years, I only wait for one hundred years.”

Yan Dan stood on tiptoe and kissed him openly: "It takes less than a hundred years, I will remember to wake up soon."

Yu Mo frowned, touched his cheek and calmed down his face: "This is the second time, it will be useless if you use it next time."

Yan Dan burst into laughter and took two steps back: "Then I'm leaving..." She looked at the calm lake in front of her. In a hundred years, she would wake up here.

She lifted up her skirt and slowly stepped into the water. The cool lake water flooded her ankles and spread ripples. Suddenly, her shoulders sank. She turned her head subconsciously, and a hot kiss fell on her lips.

Yan Dan opened her eyes wide in surprise. She could see Yu Mo's expression. His eyelashes were trembling slightly. He couldn't say he was too calm but he didn't lose his mind.

She raised her hand and hugged him, and raised her head softly.

Several degrees of cause and effect are caused by fate, and I hope to see through the many years of failure.

These hundred years have passed, and there is still a long, long life, until the sea is gone and the mulberry fields will not be covered.

When Tang Zhou arrived, the Qinglan Mountain Realm had returned to its original quietness and peace. Large lotus flowers bloomed by the microwaves, all of which were snow-white lotus, swaying gently in the breeze.

He had never seen so many snow-white lotus flowers. Such a large area seemed to cover the entire lake. The petals were faintly golden in the afterglow of the sunset, and the fragrance of lotus was floating, as if they had returned to the southernmost part of the heavenly court.

At that time, he could not see anything and could only stand by the window and stand all day.

He thought that outside the window was a lotus pond, and he could always smell the faint fragrance of lotus.

After a long time, he finally saw it and found that there was no lotus pond there, nor a pond of lotus flowers. The faint fragrance was emitted by the agarwood made by Yan Dan.

He recalled every sentence Yan Dan said to him.

I remember every sentence so clearly.

He is still late.

Yu Mo stood by the lake with his hands behind his back. When he turned his head, he saw him and smiled faintly: "You are here."

His sleeves whirled slightly in the wind: "You came a little earlier, but it's better to be early."

There are still a hundred years left.

A hundred years later, she will wake up here and they will meet again.

It is like the deceased empress buried lonely in the bluestone ancient tomb, like the memories left by the evil god Xuanxiang, like the Luoyue people who embrace each other in life and death, like floating in the field of life and death, carrying the secrets of heaven and earth, and even like the furnace of agarwood like chips in the silent courtyard, everything is still going on.

As long as the years continue, there will always be a passionate meeting, knowing each other, parting, and reunion.

I still remember that when I first met, the flowers became prosperous, I laughed and cried and parted.

You can get together.

The water waves spread gently, and a wood-carved agarwood burner was placed into the lake.

The water waves slowly spread ripples.

Tang Zhou put down the knife in his hand and smiled slightly: "...I have lived too long, and I have learned to not see it clearly.

Yan Dan, do you know? Actually, I always remember when we first met, you were still a little girl, so young and so naughty. I thought at that time, this was born and taught by some immortal king, and he didn’t look like a fairy at all. Later... you are indeed not a fairy anymore..."

As he said these words, naturally no one would respond.

It's just a talk.

Even if they spend a hundred years talking about all kinds of past, their love, hate and separation are endless.

It is obviously the same thing, but every time I talk about it, I always suddenly extend many details.

Tang Zhou picked up a piece of sandalwood and continued to carve a new agarwood burner. The fine wood chips quietly slid through the gaps of his fingers: "I know you like to make agarwood, but I couldn't see it at that time, so I could only use my fingers to carve a agarwood burner to give it to you.

I haven't thought about why I really want to make you happy until you jumped out of the seventh reincarnation... "

That day, he went to Diya.

Standing at the window where I often stand for a whole day, I realized that some things that I think of are often too far from the facts.

Outside the window, it turned out that there was never a lotus pond, but he was just thinking about how she talked about the scene when the lotus bloomed in vivid detail.

In the silent and empty courtyard, the only one with a faint aura was the agarwood burner he carved.

In the agarwood burner, the agarwood is like shavings, but it is just cold ashes.

The sandalwood gradually showed the shape of an agarwood burner in his hands: "I still remember all the seven lives I have reincarnated, but I have never met you again.

Fortunately, in my last life, I found Dizhi and you."

"The most ridiculous thing in this world is to look for something, but when I look back, I find that what I am looking for is actually around me.

When I was Emperor Qingli of Heaven, I remember you. When I became a mortal, I still remember you."

He pursued something with all his mind, but in the end he became farther and farther away from the beginning.

"I am not the emperor in heaven now, but the land here.

I have been in the Heaven for thousands of years, but now I realize that being an emperor is not as comfortable as a small land.

But how did this righteous rule in heaven support you like this?”

The lotus lotus leaves were carefully carved, and Tang Zhou's fingers slid, and almost cut their fingers: "It turns out that I want to carve a censer every day to give it to you.

But after all, I have stayed in the mortal world for too long and no longer have the meticulous skills I have learned before.

At the beginning, I couldn’t do anything decent in three months, but fortunately I had a full hundred years to learn slowly.”

"Yan Dan."
To be continued...
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