This light spread rapidly. In an instant, the stone walls around the two of them all shine out, like brocade embroidered with black background and silver thread, extending towards both ends.
There is no end to see the front and the end behind.
There was a constant silver stream of light escaping from the stone wall, and some were the murals Qiuqiu had just seen on the stone wall. The silver pictures and lines seemed familiar, flashing in the dark air, and the originally solidified pictures became vivid.
The people above laughed and ran, with swords and shadows intertwined. Qiuqiu even felt that she heard laughter, like the voices of children, the voices of innocent and carefree concerns.
The light and shadows and sounds that drift in the sky are like a magnificent dream. They entangle, collide, and fall in scatters, just like heavy snow, almost scattering people.
Qiuqiu smiled and looked at Shi'er.
Her smile was as clean and pure as the winter snow melted in spring and the stream flowing under the ice.
Shi'er suddenly remembered the past.
When they were young, Qiuqiu folded the edges of the paper cut from his writing into thin triangles and threw them out from their back window. The tiny corners of the paper were like white geese, rotating and landing lightly.
If there is a gust of mountain wind, they may be blown up again.
At that time, Qiuqiu's laughter was as crisp as it is now.
Even he felt that such an afternoon was quiet and beautiful. Those insignificant paper edges and corners could magically become such a light flying elf between her fingers. But, more importantly, she was so happy.
This happiness comes simple and pure.
When he was with her, he could often forget the pain that had entangled him and was infected by her happiness and worry-freeness.
Shi'er also remembered other things.
When he took Qiuqiu to Jiufeng for the first time, he rode with her on a ride. At first, her hands were a little restrained, just grabbing the corner of his robe. Later, after flying for a long time,
She was tired, and her arms naturally hugged his waist. The man also fell asleep leaning against his back.
At that time, her face was pressed against him, and her gentle breath blew on his neck, which was warm and a little itchy.
One exhale, one inhale.
At that time, he felt like his whole body was soaked in warm water, and it almost melted with the water.
The surroundings are covered with white clouds, obscuring people's vision.
Below is the endless sea.
It seems that there are only two of them left in the whole world.
He felt at the time of peace and even forgot the burden he needed to bear, but he just hoped that the further he could go, the better.
He also remembered that when she was in the trial hole, she passed through the darkness, casting into his arms with a scattered glimmer of light.
Many details and many pictures connect their past.
It's like a dream that is upside down.
He remembered again after losing her. He stood in the quiet darkness, stretched out his hand, trying to find the one that belonged to her from the passing trajectories.
The more you expect, the more you despair you will be.
The twilight season, the passing years, and the deep lovesickness.
In this bustling world, he met her.
Qiuqiu also looked at him seriously.
She felt strange at this moment.
She didn't feel as worried as before. She felt that someone had stuffed past memories into her head, which was incompatible with her current experience and emotions. It was completely incompatible.
Not that.
She felt like she was completely washed by water. The fog that had been blocked in front of her was washed completely, and the reality that was originally blocked by the fog gradually became clearer and filled with the relationship.
There were countless blank spaces that she felt regretful.
The portrait of the character who had been hiding in his heart, the blurry face that could not be seen clearly, finally revealed its true appearance.
Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, face.
Little by little, she finally saw it clearly.
It was a face that was both similar and somewhat subtle to her now.
But she didn't think it was someone else, she felt like she was staring at herself in the mirror.
That's her.
She looked at Shi'er in front of her.
He has been him from the beginning to now.
Not because she regained her memory, he became another stranger with an unrecognizable face.
It seems that something important has changed.
But it seems like nothing happened.
Everything is so natural, without any sign of being rigid, just like a tender bud that sprouts from a tree branch in spring, a smile blooming in the mouth of a flower bud, rain and snow fall from the sky, and rivers flow east day and night.
Qiuqiu wanted to smile at him.
Only then did she realize that she was crying, crying like a particularly aggrieved child. She had been away from the road for too long and finally found the home, with the kind of relief, tears of sadness and joy.
The wooden sign on Shi'er's waist vibrated.
Even Qiuqiu looked down and looked.
At the ninth peak, a silver light spreads to other locations like a water flow.
One, two, three, keep going backwards.
The seventh peak also lit up.
Qiuqiu turned her head to look at Shi'er. The silver light on the wooden sign reflected on her face. Her delicate and delicate face looked like a layer of jade-like texture.
Shi'er's hand gently stroked her face.
Qiuqiu looks like this, which makes her look very unreal.
He had an undepressed urge to hold her tightly.
The happiness in front of him is so clear and profound, but the loss of the past is tightly tied in his heart like a thorny thorn. Perhaps in another hundred years or two hundred years, he will not be able to get rid of this panic of fear of losing.
Everything about her occupied his entire mind.
Then Shi'er remembered that the stone on the ninth peak lit up.
This shows that there is a palm peak on the ninth peak.
Mingyuan is now the Palm Peak of the Ninth Peak.
Qiuqiu stood up with his shoulders and looked at the thick layer of silver fragments piled under their feet. It was like fallen leaves piled under the trees in autumn. With a gentle movement of his footsteps, the light chips were bounced away.
rise.
From the other end of this long road, someone walked towards them.
He stepped on this silver road and got closer and closer.
Qiuqiu was a little embarrassed and wise and mysterious. This man was bald and very bright. The luster that seemed to be covered with a layer of wax not only competed for the brilliance of the stars and the moon, but even surpassed them a little.
The momentum of street lamp poles.
His robe is half long and not short, with irregular hem. Since Qiuqiu traveled through time, he has never seen such a distinctive dress style except beggars.
But when he walked up to him and saw clearly, Qiuqiu realized that his robe was actually quite traditional and ordinary. He didn't know why, maybe he wanted to wade across the river? So he took the front collar and snatched it up.
After tucking it around the waist, it naturally presents a natural, irregular shape of deflection.
This person is nothing but Mingyuan.
The silver light kicked by his footsteps fluttered around him like dust.
Mingyuan seemed to have a halo of state such as "stern righteousness" or "the light of Buddha shines everywhere", which made his originally handsome face look more like a charlatan.
He sorted out his sleeves formally and put down the front tucked around his waist. He even tightened the collar.
After doing this set of actions, he took a step forward and bowed to the ground.
"Meet the Peak Lord."
Shi'er also bowed solemnly.
"Xu Zhangfeng."
Qiuqiu stood aside, his hands together to watch the ceremony.
Of course, after they both worshiped, it was her turn.
The silver light around gradually faded away and returned to silence and darkness.
Mingyuan's voice sounds very deep, and it is a more popular description. It is very magnetic.
His voice seemed to make the ears and chest of the person he heard tremble with his voice.
"Everyone who leaves the world, the Ninth Peak will record his former voice and memories, and will be completely sealed in this cycle of reincarnation. But Qiu Zhang Peak is the first person to retrieve memories from here. This is in the Ninth Peak.
In the history of Feng, I am afraid that it is the only one who has never been before."
Qiuqiu couldn't help laughing: "There is enough of such people."
I haven't had it before, and there will probably be no one as bad as her in the future. This experience is really not a glory worthy of praise.
This seemingly long road, under the leadership of Mingyuan, came to its end in a short time.
Mingyuan pointed to the front and said, "That's the Ninth Peak. The Peak Lord and Qiuzhang Peak came today very coincidental--we happened to take a look at the Ninth Peak together, and the Ninth Peak looks straight."
What is the Ninth Peak Really Like?
Qiuqiu looked forward.
In the darkness, light gradually emerged.
The light is not dazzling.
Everything that appears before you is like a layer of frosted glass, just like the shadow puppets I watched in childhood.
The shadows are vast, and the flowers are seen in the fog.
The outline of a mountain is presented in front of it.
Although it is under the abyss, the ninth peak is indeed a peak. It is tall, tall, and steep.
After the appearance of this mountain was imprinted in the eyes, the light gradually became dimmed and disappeared.
After a while, Mingyuan's voice sounded in the darkness.
"I'll send you out."
The road out is also dark and tortuous.
After walking for a while, Mingyuan stopped: "From here, go out along the stone stairs."
Qiuqiu followed Shi'er forward a few steps, suddenly remembered and turned around and asked, "Where are you?"
He won't go out?
Yes, he won't go out.
If there is no major event or accident, he will stay in this darkness for the rest of his life.
For a person who seems to be so enthusiastic, cheerful, and sunny, the position of the Ninth Peak Peak is really not suitable for him.
But... Qiuqiu felt that thinking about the better, he was closer to Yonghui here.
Although the two of them could not meet, could not hear each other's voice, and could not even get the shortest message.
He cannot relieve her pain, she may not know that he is very close to her. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my biggest