Dao: Journey to the Top of the Universe

Thanks to [Fire Cloud Ball God] [Stored Thunder] [586525687] [Encounter God at the Corner] four Taoist friends for their reward. 8) 1> ＺW. Com

--------------------------------------

The burial bamboo sighed, and suddenly said, faintly said: "Human monk, you can live in my bamboo garden for more than seven days, you are the first person. So I am honored to tell you that you have completed my contract vow."

The funeral bamboo was dead, and now all that remains is a broken thought and an unwilling obsession. He stays in this funeral garden for years. He was lonely and wanted to rest. Therefore, before the establishment of the garden, a vow of contract was made. Whenever a monk who entered the bamboo garden could survive for seven days, he gave up his obsession and dissipated safely. After all, the real funeral bamboo died tens of thousands of years ago, under the hands of the most beloved woman. . . And he just had the slightest idea of ​​surviving because of unwillingness. Although he had the same appearance as the funeral bamboo, it was not him.

"It's good to just dissipate like this, but before that, there is still one thing to do."

Funeral bamboo lifted, chuckled, brilliant and gentle, "One day."

"At this time tomorrow, as long as you do not fall, it is the period of regaining your freedom. As for the eighth day, it will be your last test. If you can die, there will be rewards."

The words fell, the figures dissipated, and the surroundings were quiet and silent.

Xiao Chen's brows frowned a bit. Although I don't know what happened, it seems that things have turned around. "A day? No matter whether it is true or not, I have no choice but to keep going ..."

The voice was gradually lower and unheard, simple, painful, numb, firm footsteps echoed slowly in the bamboo forest.

"Slap!" "Slap!"

. . . . .

To the depths of the funeral garden, there is a small bamboo forest, there is a bamboo house near the forest, and there is even a curved lake not far away. Although it is slightly dark, the environment is still quiet, especially the blood-stained woman laughing at the lake at this moment. It adds a bit of anger to this.

"Fun bamboo brother, how did you get lost, what are you thinking about?" Funeral flowers chuckled, and her beautiful eyes were bent.

The burial bamboo was slightly paused, and then his eyes swept away, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a mild smile, "No, I was thinking about our previous things."

"Buried flowers, haven't you always wanted to know what happened in our lifetime, and my elder brother told you today."

The funeral flower nodded with laughter, her eyes were more gentle, revealing a slight fascination. Although somehow the funeral brother suddenly mentioned the matter, the woman was obviously very excited.

The two sat down and stared at the lake. The water is clean and pure. . . There are no impurities, and of course no vitality. . .

"A long time ago, we lived in a small village with parents and loved ones, weaving and weaving for our own use, and we were safe and happy. Later, we came to the family of adults who practiced immortal law. After that, you, my brothers and sisters, and hundreds of people in the family * I was taken back to the mountain together. I remember very clearly that when I left, my parents were very proud and proud of being able to give birth to two suspicious children. "

. . . . .

"We lived in the mountains and started to engage in cultivation. At first, my brother did not perform well with the funeral flower, so he was always bullied in secret, but when a child of a family member stopped the funeral flower at night and wanted to be out of order, the brother felt brainy. It ’s hot, and then you do n’t know anything. Later, I heard people say that all the helpers led by the children of the family are dead, and the flesh is flying. There is a lot of trouble, although many people want to kill their brother, but I don't know why it wasn't investigated, and then ... my brother has been working very hard because I want to protect my sister from any harm. "

"Since then, the funeral brother has quickly become dazzling and has become the object of envy and admiration of countless members of the same family. He has become higher and higher, and has always wanted to protect his younger sister. He never gave birth to other ideas."

. . . . .

"It ’s been a long, long time. The elder brother ’s funeral has become the strongest existence in the entire family, and the funeral flower cultivation is also very serious. Although he is not as powerful as the elder, he is also the elder of the family. He originally thought that life would spend slowly in peace, but The war came without warning. It was also in this war that the elder brother Zunzhu knew a woman. Her name was Xifei, a very, very beautiful woman. Since then, the elder brother has only known. It turned out that he practiced for thousands of years. In addition to his sister, there are people in this world who are worthy of his protection. The two became friends. Although the war was very cruel, they still had a good time. But later, on the eve of that decisive battle, Xi Fei secretly moved his brother, and then the three rival monks at the same level shot. The brother was not an enemy. Although they were all beheaded and killed, they eventually fell into the hands of him. But they died in the hands of Xi Fei. I never had a bit of hatred for Xi Fei, but just wanted to know why? The funeral bamboos fell, the funeral flowers and family monks all fell down at this time ... We should have all God destroy all blood dissipated, are not eligible to return to the park's funeral, but I do not know why we have survived, in that capacity, was buried in the park lived long years. "

The burial bamboo sound is low, and it is very slow and careful. The mouth has a mild smile on the corner, but it is slightly stunned. It seems that many things of the year are thought of. The funeral flower held her legs quietly and never opened her eyes, but her eyes always fell on the elder brother's funeral, never moving away.

"But we are dead, and died countless years ago. I am no longer a funeral ... and you are no longer a funeral ... we are freed from the imprisonment of the blood of the Ji family and no longer isolated, but The complete memory of the funeral bamboo prevented me from letting go and accepting the funeral flowers, and I hope that you can understand that. "

The funeral chuckled, and wanted to cry, but no tears were dripping, "I know, my elder brother is so weird today. Why do I have to say these things again? Not all have been told many times. I am a lot better now, both There is no sticking of the elder brother. "

The funeral bamboo shook her head gently, a mild smile appeared in the corner of her mouth, stretched her arms, took her into her arms in the astonishment of the funeral flowers, took a deep breath, and said, "There is a difference."

"Whether it is the funeral bamboo, or the life from the funeral bamboo blood seeds, it has completely disappeared just now. This eighth day is the day I won for myself. This day I don't want to be bound any more."

The funeral flower heard the words, a beautiful smile bloomed on her face, and she was happy and joyful. She buried the elder brother in the middle of the jade arm. She has been waiting for countless years in this hug.

The funeral bamboo frowned suddenly, showing a slight pain, but even if it was hidden, the funeral flower was quiet and silent in the arms, enjoying a kind of stability never before.

"Fun bamboo, you must have realized your thoughts a long time ago. Is it like suppressing yourself like me? As for Xifei, do you really like her ... or just treat her as a substitute ... We all Stupid, but fortunately I have one more day than you, enough. "

The funeral shook his head slowly, silent.

Time passed, the two of them were silent by the lake, and the atmosphere was mild. Although they never spoke, they seemed extremely natural and harmonious. As if they had been like this 10 million years ago, they were deeply imprinted into this world and will never dissipate.

The burial bamboo was pale and the body was translucent, but a gentle smile was hanging on the corner of his mouth, and it seemed that he could not detect the pain in his body.

"One day, it's coming soon ..."

The funeral flower lifted, his eyes were nostalgic, "Brother Zhu, we have been entangled for countless years. No matter what, if you want to leave me alone, we will always be together. In any case, we will never be separated."

The funeral bamboo frowned, shaking his head to open his mouth, but was blocked by a pair of jade hands. At this moment, the ten-finger imagination is almost transparent, and there is that faint blood-colored energy running in it, the degree is slow to the extreme, as if it will stop at the next moment.

"It's too late to bury the elder brother. They have already made a decision. Presumably the elder brother's current status should not be changed."

The funeral chuckled and said.

The burial bamboo had a complex complexion, then shook his head to reveal the color of liberation, and whispered softly, "Since this is the case, let us never be separated."

The sound is low and fades away slowly.

The lake trembled, then evaporated like a drop of water under the scorching sun, exposing the dark ground.

The bamboo tower collapsed, collapsed and dissipated into the void.

The bamboo forest swayed and suddenly bloomed, and then the bamboo leaves shriveled, the bamboo poles withered, and the wind melted away and scattered.

In fact, there are no lakes at all, no bamboo forests, no bamboo buildings, just because the funeral flowers have been said many years ago, her dream life is to plant a bamboo forest next to a small lake and cover the bamboo buildings. Fishing day, listening to the wind on rainy night. Funeral bamboo in mind, although she can not accompany her fishing, can not accompany her to watch the rain and wind, but still want to set out the environment of her dreams.

In the snuggle, the burial bamboo and burial flowers suddenly spread out into a cloud of mist, tumbling and entangled, and they would never be separated from each other again.