The crescent moon in the sky showed its little face from the clouds at night, secretly looking at the two people on the roof, and shone a charming light between the seemingly covered and covering. Unlike the full moon, which shines on the earth with bright light, such a crescent moon is a faint crescent moon, like the girl in the spring boudoir, quietly lifting the corner of the window, gently swaying the shy daughter's eyes, and examining the mortals in the world. It looks like beauty, dreams, and illusions.

"Tell me, I listen, no matter how much time you spend, it's fine. Anyway, there's nothing to do now, and it's secluded here." Mu Yuan stood on a piece of rubble, brushed away the dust with her huge sleeves, and then slowly sat down with her hands.

"Which passage do you want to hear?"

"Everything must be heard."

"Everyone wants to listen? That's a very long story." Chu Xunyu smiled and looked around. "Junior Sister Shang Qian is the same. She can actually agree to you to go to the roof of her house. It's secluded and most people can't find this corner."

Mu Yuan, opposite, did not take what Shang Qian said, but instead lay back, silently stared at the crescent moon in the sky, with a little apology, and said, "You were worthy of being in the polar regions back then, I couldn't help anything, I could only stare at me anxiously. I was so useless."

"Who said, aren't you stuffing me many things about daily life at the entrance?"

"That's just a small matter, insignificant. On the big issue, I'm at a loss and don't know how to save you."

"Haha, no need, I am alive and I am in front of you now. The past will come to an end for the time being." Chu Xunyu also smiled and lay down on the rubble beside Mu Yuan, sighed softly, and said silently: "Our story tonight starts from just entering that dark place."

My thoughts slowly drifted back to many years ago. In that period of Chu Xunyu, oh no, it should be the most humiliating day in Siyi's life, and he began his trip to the two extremes.

Si Yi was abolished and stayed in prison in a daze, looking confused, and her mind was filled with the scene of killing her beloved wife with her hand on the top of Kunlun Mountain. Si Yi fell into the middle of the straw, her eyes were swollen, her tears had already dried up, and she could no longer shed any blood and tears. She looked at the ceiling with weak eyes, and stared silently.

Occasionally, between the two chapped lips, a heavy breath was breathing, and bloodshot was drawn from the wounds on her face, but her already numb expression seemed to have been completely unknown. Siyi spent day after day in this layer of defense prison, quietly waiting for the final judgment of fate to be issued. At this time, his destiny no longer belonged to him.

I don’t know how many days and nights have passed, and how many phases have passed. Finally one day, at dawn, a group of jailers raised their torches high, attracting a middle-aged woman. It was the mother who came to visit and told her that she was about to be exiled to the extreme. Speaking of this, the mother cried, inevitably shed tears and cried in vain. Even though the cultivator smiled at the world and abandoned the ordinary love. However, when the biological son was about to face death, the mother still choked up.

Siyi was extremely sad, but she couldn't shed tears. She slowly wiped away the tears that had passed on her mother's face with her fingers, then nodded silently, forced a smile, and asked, "Where is my sister and my father?"

"They are still quarreling with Wang* and those people, and they don't agree with such a result."

Because being exiled to the two extremes, it would be equivalent to being sentenced to death in disguise. There was no immediate execution on the surface, leaving a slightest room for room, but everyone understands that from ancient times to the present, many great masters have fallen here. It is said that there are nine deaths and one life, but there are ten deaths and no life.

Siyi nodded, threw herself into her mother's arms with scarred body, and sobbed, saying, "You are unfilial, and you have to take a step first."

Outside the window of the prison, only the first ray of sunshine in the morning was left, which had just shined into the window...

They were covered with thick shackles on their hands and feet, covered with dense runes. Although their cultivation had long been abolished, they were still worried about themselves. They were very thin since childhood. Once their cultivation was abolished, they would be like a mortal. The shackles on their bodies seemed so heavy in an instant, as if the critically ill old man was gasping for breath and could fall down at any time. They slowly moved forward and were escorted in front of the three armies.

The soldiers of the three armies lined up in an orderly manner, and flags fluttered in the sky with the wind. In the eyes of tens of thousands of Ming lions, the once legendary Bashu of the Central Plains, the genius young hero who once killed a powerful enemy in front of the two armies, has changed his fate at this time. Is it a fate or a dream?

Si Yi moved step by step. Although his cultivation was not there, he was still very clear enough to feel the gaze coming from beside him, some contempt, some sighs, and some doubts, but now these are not important.

Finally, he reached the end of the road. A tall figure, wearing armor, came to him from a group of high-ranking mortal officials, and said sadly: "Brothers of Chu, take care of him." The surname Chu was named Siyi for him. When he was traveling down the mountain, he was called Chu Siyi.

"Brother Xu Da, it's not a loss to know you. I remember that after the world is really peaceful, I will burn a good news on my grave and show it to me." Chu Xunyu looked at the tall man with red eyes in front of him and smiled reluctantly.

Xu Da nodded silently and returned to the team. Si Yi raised her head calmly, looked at the high stairs in front of her, sighed with a self-deprecating sigh, and then walked up. When she arrived at the roof, she had already stood full of seniors in the cultivation world. They wanted to send themselves on their way here.

"Brother!" Siyan suddenly came out of the crowd and couldn't help it.

"Sister." Siyi hugged her sister in her arms and cried, "Take good care of her parents, I'm unfilial, so I'll leave first."

Siyan cried like a tearful person, unable to say anything, but she kept hugging her younger brother who was one head taller than her and cried bitterly.

At that time, Mu Yuan walked over quietly, handed over a small bag in his hand, and said, "You are a mortal now and you can't count it. There are some food and water I have packed up here. They said that you can only bring so much, so you can keep it and save some food and drink."

Siyi nodded and took over the burden, "I'm leaving, then my sister will be your sister in the future. You have to take good care of her."

Mu Yuan nodded, nodded repeatedly, and sobbed sadly: "You want to come back alive. If you don't come back, who will I steal food in the future?"

Siyi comforted him with a wry smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely come out from there, and then I will bring you a lot of delicious food. Then you will be able to brag about what you have eaten there."

Farewell will lead to sadness, and the thick and thin always affection. Seeing that the few friends who grew up together and left like this, Mu Yuan couldn't help but feel sad. His teasing of Si Yi did not relieve his grief at all. Who said that Buddhist disciples should be empty and could not have friendship?

In this day of ups and downs, these happy and pleasant spring breezes have long lost their smiles, but at this moment they are filled with various sad emotions, which lightly pull out the source of people's sadness and pain, hurting the external pain, and sadness. For the first time, I hate spring like this.

"The time has come, and it's time to go." An elder wearing the Taoist uniform of the Tianshi Sect suddenly interjected.

Several strange monks came up and pulled Mu Yuan and Si Yan away ruthlessly. Seeing those familiar faces slowly moving away, Si Yi himself felt a sense of liberation. Let's go like this, let go, and don't want anything. Now it seems that revenge is just a fool, and there is no question at all. Instead, it's better to go like this, at least not be so embarrassing to the family. He slowly turned around and looked in front of him.

In front of me was a huge altar, with five different dragon-headed sticks inserted at different positions. At this time, five were elected. The elders from different sects walked closer to the stick and used great magic power to indoctrinate them. The magic circles drawn on the ground slowly ran, and the ancient official script jumped one by one. In the center, a huge black space vortex appeared. There was a rumored entrance to the two polar lands where there was no return.

Siyi held the package and walked forward a few steps in a prisoner's clothes full of holes. She was shackled by someone, and moved her hands and ankles for two or three times, then walked to the vortex in disgrace. At the entrance, the huge suction force pulled Siyi's scattered silk even more messy, and a faint rumbling sound came into his ears.

"Is that true?" Siyi thought silently at the scene on the ground.

"Get in, it's time." An elder from Longhu Mountain next to him sighed and reminded him sadly.

Si Yi nodded, then raised her legs and stepped into the vortex that had been feared since ancient times, but it was not as painful as imagined, but slowly sank into her body. Before leaving, she turned around and looked behind her. Seeing Si Yan's crying loudly, she was about to pounce on her, but was pulled tightly by Mu Yuan's face of grief, and she saw her mother leaning on her father's shoulder and crying in a low voice, not daring to look directly at everything in front of her.

Finally, he looked at his father's eyes as if he had grown a lot. In this way, he looked at himself silently, without saying a word, the stern and old-fashioned past was no longer there. At this moment, he only conveyed a sentence: "You must come back alive."

When the head was still dying outside, I saw my father and finally couldn't help but shed a tear, letting it go away by the vernal equinox of parting. It turned out that such a fierce father would cry for himself. It is said that men will not cry easily, but they have not reached the sad place.

"So, my father still loves me..." This was Siyi's last thought before her eyes turned black and she fell into a coma...
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