Legend of the Asura

Duanmu Wuji skillfully turned the silver wheel on the wheelchair with his left hand and came to the door, stretched out his pale right hand to open the door, and then closed it gently after going out. .He looks like a scheming general when he is deep, but he is like a gentle and elegant gentleman in normal times.

He walked slowly to the backyard and saw his servants saluting respectfully. He nodded one by one, then waved his hand to refuse them to help him push the wheelchair, and came to the garden in the backyard alone.

It was already afternoon, and the scorching sun was not stingy with its light, and it sprinkled the earth and his body, giving his dull heart a little warmth. He has not appeared in the sun for a long time.

The sound of light footsteps sounded in front of him, and an elegant, quiet and beautiful woman walked up her back, with a glamorous face with a noble temperament that made people feel ashamed. In her hand is holding a small Suxin orchid, although it has not fully released, but it has faintly released the fragrance of the orchid. Seeing Duanmu Wuji, her footsteps paused for a while, and her willow-like brows were slightly condensed, as if she was surprised that he appeared in this place. Her soft and rippling eyes stayed on him for a second, then nodded to him expressionlessly, and walked around him with gentle steps.

Duanmu Wuji turned around and stared at her back in a daze. In the whole world, she was the only one who could make him lose his soul like this. In the past five years, he had seen her back countless times, but he never seemed to get tired of seeing her. Every time, he would think that he was looking at a fairy who should not exist in the world.

Slender and elegant, as soft as a cloud, as elegant as a spring in a mountain. And this is a jade-like woman, with a delicately carved and beautiful outline, and a crystal clear, snow-like skin, which looks as pure and flawless as beautiful jade from a distance. Let the man's soul be taken away, and the woman feels ashamed.

They are close at hand, but separated by a mountain that seems to never be able to climb over.

In five years, he had never seen her smile at him, and only when facing her son Duanmu Xiao, would she show a warm smile that belonged to a mother.

Everyone in the Duanmu family regards Duanmu Xiao, a peerless genius who has never been seen before, as their little ancestor. The old antiques who are almost stiff will jump up and down anxiously like a child. But she is the only one who is extremely strict with Duanmuxiao, striving for perfection in all aspects, and Duanmuxiao has always been obedient to her, he will never disobey her words, what he fears most is her angry expression . Also because of Duanmuxiao, no one dared to target her, a woman married from a foreign family.

Her name is Yudie, and teaching her children and raising flowers constitutes the whole of her life. And when the flowers are in full bloom, she often stands among the flowers, bathing in the gentle breeze and quietly watching the bees fly and the butterflies dance, sometimes standing for more than two hours, no one knows what she is thinking.

Duanmu Wuji turned the two wheels, leaving two shallow pressure marks on the ground he walked on, soaked in the sun, closed his eyes, his heart suddenly became surprisingly peaceful. But deep in his heart, that fairy-like figure became clearer and clearer. Ever since he saw her for the first time, she had become a demonic obstacle that he could not overcome in his whole life. His life had also changed because of this, and his heart had been touched again and again. Draw a deep scratch... But, he never regretted it.

He often said to himself: You are too stupid. But he quickly answered himself: It's stupid, but it's worth it, as long as you can see her, that's enough, everything is worth it...

Time passed slowly, and when he finally opened his eyes lazily, the sun had already moved nearly ten degrees westward again. He laughed at himself, and was just about to turn the chair wheel, but suddenly found a small figure not far from his right hand, who was quietly looking at the west.

With a height of more than one meter and a slightly thin body, he is obviously a child who has just turned four years old, but his eyes are so deep, like a bottomless blue ocean, as if nothing in the world can escape His eyes. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his face was calm and unwavering, his body didn't move at all, only the corners of his clothes swayed in the wind. Duanmu Wuji's eyes were in a trance for a moment, because he seemed to see an emperor looking down on the world. And this feeling is not the first time, he has long been used to it. And only he can make people have this incredible illusion.

"Xiao'er, are you waiting for the sunset again?" Duanmu Wuji came to his side, said with a loving face, and followed him to the west. I don't know when, this little emperor would stand here every afternoon and silently look at the west. Everyone in Duanmu Villa knew that he was waiting for the sunset.

"Yeah." Duanmuxiao was still looking at the west, his eyes flickering without blinking: "As soon as the sun sets, another day has passed."

"Is Xiao'er not willing?" Duanmu Wuji said softly, and then patted his shoulder lightly, but he didn't notice that his body shook violently due to this extremely light pat. "The biggest regret in the world is that time cannot be turned back. No matter how much you miss it, it cannot be retrieved."

Duanmuxiao didn't nod, and the corner of his mouth still had a faint smile that didn't match his age: "I have learned too many truths since I was a child. And sometimes, I often accidentally discover that the truth is not unbreakable. Time , Is it really not possible to go back? Since I was very young, I have had a very silly wish. I hope that time can go back, so that I can do better and stop making my mother angry. Since I was very young, there has been a strange voice in my heart telling me that as long as I have the heart, time can really turn back... Really."

Duanmu Wuji was startled, and then laughed loudly: "Xiao'er, maybe one day, the setting sun will really be called up by you."

In his heart, this kind of unrealistic fantasy should belong to children of this age. He doesn't like his understanding of human nature and the world too early.

Duanmu Xiao shook his head, and let out a deep sigh that didn't match his age: "It's just that even if we can turn back the time and keep the setting sun from setting, we can only watch it from afar, and we can never truly own it."

Duanmu Wuji's expression froze for a moment, as if suddenly petrified. Duanmuxiao's seemingly unintentional words hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

Duanmuxiao didn't seem to see his reaction, and still looked at the west and said quietly: "But so what, since it is impossible to have it, excessive pursuit will only make you physically and mentally exhausted. No matter how long you run to the west, no matter how hard you try Even if you want to chase it, you can’t really touch it. In this case, why bother to pursue it unrealistically, as long as you can occasionally witness its afterglow and know that it is still beautiful, that’s enough.”

A long sigh sounded behind Duanmu Xiao. Duanmu Wuji turned the wheelchair, said with a forced smile, "Xiao'er, I'm a little tired, remember to spend more time with your mother."

The sound of the silver wheel turning quickly sounded, and then gradually became smaller and farther away until it disappeared.

"Is it true..."

A small flower leaf floated in front of him in the breeze, and he subconsciously stretched out two fingers to gently pinch it, and then he moved his two fingers slightly, and the flower leaf disappeared completely as if it had turned into air not see.

"Truth, is it really always the truth?"

"...The setting sun is about to set, and the pale day is about to disappear again. In a week, let me end this knot that shouldn't be there, the grievance that shouldn't be there."

The sun is no longer so dazzling, it starts to turn from golden yellow to bright red. Looking at the west, the inexplicable voice sounded in his heart again...

Time...is it really impossible to turn back the clock?

In the world of reincarnation, a mirror in a strange space suddenly flashed a strange white light. It's just that no one saw this weird scene.

Feng Xiao was transported by Tian Long'er to the Queen's Palace in Tianlong Imperial City, and facing the rigid respect of the Shuiyue Queen, Feng Xiao felt very uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

He summoned two large chunks of crystal clear ice crystals from the demon pot and placed them in front of Shuiyue's eyes. Immediately, traces of refreshing cold air began to permeate. And his actions made Shuiyue obviously confused.

"This is Wannian Xuanbing. Can the best sculptor here use these two pieces of ice to carve two different head flowers for me?" Feng Xiao asked with a straight face. If he had a dead face, then he might as well treat it with a dead face.

These two pieces of Wannian Xuanbing were cut out when making the ice coffin, and Feng Xiao naturally wouldn't be willing to throw them away, and put them away one by one.

"It's easy to do. Although Wannian Xuanbing is bred with endless cold air, its texture is crisp and hard. If there is no special effect activated, the cold air will not leak out and hurt people, so it is easy to carve." Shuiyue replied, with her head half hanging, always Do not meet his gaze.

Feng Xiao nodded, "Very good, then let them start right away, and it must be completed within ten minutes. There are only two pieces, and if the effect makes me unsatisfied, I will be very angry."

"Ten kinds?" Empress Shuiyue frowned slightly, but she didn't retort, she nodded immediately and said, "I'll go right away."

Picking up two crystal stones exuding a cold aura, Empress Shuiyue hurriedly left to give them to the sculptor herself.

In the real world, it often takes days, months, or even years or ten years to carve the top-level works with the top-level materials. In the world of reincarnation, as long as the carving technique can reach a certain height, one can complete the most perfect work according to one's heart's desire in the shortest time, which is by no means an unreasonable requirement. And perhaps most of this time will be used for conception.

This is the private bedroom of Empress Shuiyue, and besides the former Emperor Tianlong, Feng Xiao is definitely the first person to enter here. It can be seen from the somewhat unnatural expression of Empress Shuiyue before.

Feng Xiao looked around boredly, trying to find something interesting... For example, a girl's boudoir is usually hung with some kind of clothes with a relatively small covering area. Feng Xiaozi walked around on tiptoe, disappointed only to find a few sets of empress palace attire, and then thought depressingly that there seems to be no such thing as hanging underwear in this world.

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