Things in the world are always wonderful.

If I had known it, Yin Miaomiao would have endured the stench of the animal leather turtle shell in the library and patiently listened to him finish the second thing.

Unfortunately, she knew it before, and in such a fleeting moment, she could only understand the infinite affection contained in his words - "I have you", why can she replace the ruler of Dingtian, guide her on the sea of ​​time

Where is he going home?

The answer does not need to be organized, and the heart has already understood it first. However, she was not satisfied by the devil and insisted on asking more questions: "Why?"

"Because my affection for you has never changed." Perhaps because of ignorance, his words and deeds are simpler than in the past, "I always love you deeply."

I always love you deeply.

Yin Miaomiao closed her eyes, and sore tears rushed to her throat. She was not too shocked or too surprised. All signs had already revealed everything, but she had refused to face it.

"Time is not an invincible existence." His disguise was fading away, and his figure gradually changed back to what he remembered, but was just blurry, like a ball of ink that melted in water, unable to see clearly, "As long as you go,

If you are here, I don’t need a ruler to determine the sky.”

He knew in his heart that the function of the ruler of the Heaven is very limited. If the Shouyi Daozun had not killed his wife to prove the Tao, he might not have needed it at all. Unfortunately, the Shouyi Daozun who could not be resurrected by death and could not turn back could only be parting.

At that time, he left a last word to warn future generations in the quiet room of the cave.

——"If you make a mistake, every step you make a mistake, the deceased cannot return, and it is difficult for the wandering child to return."

He didn't know if he was wrong, but at least, he still had a chance.

Before coming to the Nine-Level Tower, he could already vaguely see some light flows of uncertainty. The stacking of love-cutting silk and the eye of breaking the barrier allowed him to touch the invisible time faster than the Shouyi Daozun.

He knew that maybe not long after, he would quietly walk into an invisible river like the Taoist Shouyi and disappear into the world.

"I'll leave sooner or later, either today or tomorrow." He looked at her, her fair face looming through the clear lake water, "I'm very happy that I can help you."

She seemed to want to close her eyes so that tears would burst out from tears, but she was reluctant to close her eyes, and looked at him with tears: "I...you can't..." She couldn't organize it into a coherent sentence, "I can't."

Although it is cruel, it is even more excessive to say it at this time. But she doesn't want to lie to him. The lies can only be comforted for a short time and cannot be used to make the truth the same effect.

She must tell him the facts: "I haven't waited for you, nor will I wait for you. Even if you still love me and I still love you, we can't go back to the past."

The heart is still there, but people are no longer there.

What is the use of love? Things in the world cannot be turned back. The word "love" cannot erase the ups and downs of three hundred years.

Some people live, just want to do whatever they want and don’t care about other people’s other things, but neither he nor her are such people. To put it in the big picture, under the new situation, competition among the three major sects is inevitable. To put it in the small picture,

There is no way to erase the people who have appeared.

"We can't go back." She said in a daze, as if she was covering her chest with ice.

His figure was already blurred, but his words were clear and clear: "I know, you don't have to wait for me, I will come to you."

No one knows the characteristics of time better than him. If Yishui Sword has been practiced to the extreme, he may be able to reverse time and return to three hundred years ago. However, today is accumulated by countless yesterdays. If he does not cut off his love thread, he will realize it.

If you are less than the fourth level, you cannot use the power to reverse time.

If cause and effect are contrary, everything will collapse.

Therefore, he knew very well that the past could not be pursued, and he never hoped to go back to the day of separation and change his past choices.

What he wants is always the future.

The road is long and it takes tens of millions of years. What is the difference between a moment of separation?

In the endless torrent of time, a hundred years are as short as a moment.

"Miaomiao, you are alive." The light and shadow swallowed his body, and the white hair merged into the bright light, and it was unclear. Only those moving eyes stared at her quietly, conveying a silent promise, "Let's come, let's go

Goodbye on a day.”

What's wrong with missing three hundred years?

Three thousand years later, the Angelica will return.

At that time, if you encounter mountains and seas, you will meet you even if you encounter difficulties and dangers.

I just hope that at that time, it will not be too late to go hand in hand.

He didn't say these words, but Yin Miaomiao understood them all. She could no longer control her surging emotions. She knew that it was impossible to stop something, but she still tried her best to pull him.

"Sky light!" Tears burst into tears.

However, after saying so many words, it is actually just a short flash of divine thoughts. The only thing that really says is these two words, but these two words cannot be heard.

But it doesn't matter. This name is like a thunderclap in early spring, awakening the hibernating snake. The red line wrapped around her wrist suddenly jumped up and swam towards the water.

In the cold and dark lake water, the bright red color was as thin as a gossip, as if it would break at any time. Mu Tianguang subconsciously reached out and snatched it - a miracle happened, and the slender thread fell into his palm.

At the same time, light and shadow swallowed him, and the lake flooded her.

Darkness is coming.

They lost their traces of each other.

Yin Miaomiao slowly awakened his consciousness.

In the few seconds after she recovered from her mind, she was a little confused and couldn't react to what happened. The memory stayed at the moment when she was separated from Mu Tianguang, and then... she couldn't remember it.

It was also a loss of composure. At that time, the most rational way was to observe the environment and continue to speculate on the ideas of the Nine-Level Tower, but people are not plants and trees, so who has the heart to see what happened around them?

Until now, she is still unable to concentrate and is in a trance.

Who would have thought that "Yi Shui Sword" has a fifth level. Even if there is a fifth level, you have to go to the dimension of time - this mental method is too inexplicable. No one knows what the world of time is like, people are really

Can you survive? Of course, the most hateful thing is "I have you", treating her as a beacon? What if she dies?

The possibility of the Dingtian ruler being destroyed is much smaller than the death of the monk. The old senior didn't listen to his experience and insisted on his own... Forget it, he couldn't blame him.

She thought in a daze, feeling mixed in her heart: resentment, anger, and some joy. But the most bizarre thing is real and complete peace.

It’s like reaching the valley of the iceberg, the world is white, silent, quiet, and quiet from the depths of my heart.

Why did this happen? Not only did she not feel upset, but she gained peace? Perhaps it was because of what he said.

Haha, it turns out that so many years of regret and hatred do not come from the regret of being "difficulty in staying together", but from the pain of loss.

What she cared about the most was that he no longer loved her.

However, now, the road to the peak is turned around and lost again.

——I always love you deeply.

She felt relieved for a moment.

Love has come to this point, why do you need to go day and night? Even if you can see each other again in another year, it doesn’t matter anymore. Even if they are separated in this life, they are satisfied.

Yin Miaomiao breathed lightly, and some emotions hidden deep in his heart disappeared. He completely relaxed and was as quiet as an empty valley.

The spiritual platform is clean and there is no need for whisks.

The sea of ​​mind is calm and the consciousness is unprecedentedly sharp.

There is no light around it, it is pure and thorough darkness, and silent, and it is ultimate silence. What is strange is that when people are quiet, they will hear their own breathing and heartbeat, but there is nothing here.

Yin Miaomiao felt the existence of his body, but could not capture the slightest trace of "living".

Is the end of the world and the end of time the eternal silence and boundless darkness? It is in line with imagination. After all, in all creation myths, before the world appears, there is no light or all things.

But the bizarre thing is that although it is dark, she can "see".

This is a completely deviant from common sense, but it really happened.

Yin Miaomiao "looked" for a while and found nothing abnormal. After thinking for a while, she opened the Xinyue Net and looked at it, wanting to know what Mingtang is in this ninth level.

However, the scene under the Heart Moon Net has not changed at all, and it is still sunk at the bottom of the lake. If you have to say anything special, the night sky vaguely reveals a few slight moonlight.

Compared with the usual moonlight, there is a little bit of an indistinct difference.

There were no more clues left and right. Yin Miaomiao thought about it, and simply explored his consciousness and touched it tentatively.

A drop of dew drips onto the spiritual platform.

The vast sky comes into view, and the fertile earth spreads endlessly. In the distant mountains, there are roars, the flowing water roars and flowing endlessly.

In the wilderness, a flower bloomed, an ordinary white wild flower, a small one, not good-looking or ugly, and inconspicuous to the extreme. But this is the first flower blooming in the world, and the world has since been added

color.

The monster with feathers and tail flapped its wings and flew down from a high place. The wings drew a graceful arc in the sky, causing the little beast hiding in the cave to raise its head and reveal a curious vision.

As night fell, humans sat around and roasted fire. Under the warm flames, some people were talking about something in difficult words. Others were kneeling on their side, listening humbly and devoutly.

A dragon roar came from a distance, and the golden body poured into the snow-white clouds. Thunderclouds gathered, and suddenly it started to rain. The rain thrust water fell into the pond, alarming the fish below, and a bunch of bubbles emerged.

In the golden bird's nest, the colorful phoenix jumped from the branches, raised its head, and was indescribable in the sunset.

The kirin lies on the hill and turns into a stone. Rabbits jumping in the forest, deer drinking water by the lake, tigers patrolling the territory, and wolves waiting for an opportunity to move.

Villages, cities, palaces, and roads began to appear.

The monks flew with their swords, and the sects rose up from the ground. Some people fell and some people ascended, and joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were staged at the same time, and joy, sorrow, sorrow, separation and reunion were hard to escape.

There are many more things in the world, some appear and disappear, and some always exist.

Mountains become seas, and lakes dried up into deserts.
To be continued...