A Will Eternal

Time passed, and gradually, the world of Tongtian collapsed, and half a year had passed.

Strange sky, strange land, strange city, strange people...

Another difference is that the Big 6 here is made up of five incomparably vast lands, all of which are called... Immortal Domains.

"Immortal Realm..." In one of these immortal realms with a large range, there are more than ten heaven-penetrating worlds, and in the southeast, a huge mountain range is like a dragon's spine, spreading endlessly. As a result, among the many cities formed in staggered positions...in a small county town.

There was a young man dressed in a wrinkled white robe with a lot of oil and dirt on it. He was walking down the street drunkenly. He was holding a jug in his hand, and he took a sip from time to time. As if mocking himself, he murmured.

"Is the fairyland..." The young man was very decadent and seemed to have no spirit. In this drunkenness, he even walked crookedly.

It should be autumn now. The autumn wind blows down from the Longji Mountains in the distance with a hint of cold, rolling yellow leaves, blowing across this small and even closed small county town with a small population. Xu is the autumn cold. Attacking people, blowing on the body, if it can penetrate into the bones, the cold will be released from the inside out. Most of the pedestrians on the street are wearing thicker clothes and rushing about.

It seems that in such a cold autumn evening, no one wants to wander the streets, just want to return to a warm home as soon as possible, accompany their loved ones, and enjoy the warmth of home.

Only this young man can't seem to find the direction of his home, like a wanderer who has lost his way outside, walking forward blankly in the swaying streets, letting the cold autumn wind blow on his face, he doesn't care, like the cold in the wind, in him In his feeling, it is far inferior to the loneliness in his heart, and his back in that dusk, only bleak is left...

Some withered leaves drifted in the wind, and there were so many withered leaves, as if they had found the fate connected with the disease on the young man. Go, go for a long time.

"What bullshit... Immortal Realm..." The young man's whole body was filled with alcohol,

While shaking on the street while muttering, he picked up the jug, put it to his mouth and wanted to continue drinking, but when he noticed that the jug seemed to be empty, the young man cursed a few words, opened his mouth, raised his neck, and shook the wine a few times. The pot, until a few drops of wine fell and scattered in his mouth, and then he snorted a few times.

When he looked up, the afterglow of the evening shone on his dull eyes, reflecting the lingering dazedness and bitterness in the depths of his eyes.

"There's no more wine... The wine in this world is a good thing." The young man lowered his head and muttered to himself towards the familiar wine shop, walking in a daze in the company of the autumn wind.

The wine shop is not far away, but the young man seems to be stepping on the clouds and mists, staggering from one deep to the other. It took a stick of incense, and the afterglow of the evening was about to dissipate before arriving at the wine shop and pushing open the door of the wine shop. At that time, a heat wave that was different from the cold wind outside, accompanied by a loud noise, rushed toward the face.

In the winery, although there are only seven or eight tables, it is already full at the moment. Even the flat benches with no tables around are full, and there are even a lot of children who follow their adults and run in the winery. Running around, people in the county have no fun to relieve their boredom on weekdays, so this wine shop selling immortal drunk has become one of the few lively places in the county.

Whether it's the laughter between neighbors, or the rumors of big families in the county, even the legends about immortals, in this winery, are sometimes mentioned with mystery and loudly after drinking too much, attracting countless people. of laughter.

For the vast majority of sentient beings, this bland day with some laughter is the greatest joy.

"Isn't this Bai Xiucai, the shopkeeper, it seems that the immortals here are drunk, and there is another regular customer." After the young man came in, a few big drunk men in the wine shop immediately pointed at the young man and laughed.

These words, uttered from a mouth as drunk as a young man, could not tell whether it was good intentions or malicious intentions.

The people in the small county may be unfamiliar to the young man in front of him, but the regular customers in this winery are all familiar with it, even if this young man appeared in the small county only a few months ago, he never communicated with others, and no one was there. I know what his name is, but his temperament that looks different from a rough man, as well as his white robe, his decadent appearance, and the sometimes dazed and painful expressions in his eyes will not affect everyone's feelings towards this young man in their hearts. Rising speculation.

This is a literati, but also a scholar.

Because he wore a white robe, everyone called him... Bai Xiucai when he called him.

"This Bai Xiucai should have failed the exam and had no face to go home, so he was drunk all day..."

"No, if I want to say, this Bai Xiucai must have died in the family. It is estimated that he encountered a robber on the road. He couldn't stand the excitement, so he was so sluggish." Everyone in the winery could not remember that Bai Xiucai came to buy it. How many times have I been drinking, I am guessing and sighing when I look at the decadent appearance of the other party at this moment.

The voice of this noisy discussion entered the ears of the young man. If he hadn't heard it, he staggered to the table in the wine shop, put the wine bottle in his hand on it, and murmured in a lazy voice.

"Storekeeper, bring a pot... Immortal drunk, your immortal drunk... is a good thing."

The shop owner of the wine shop was an old man. The old man was wearing a green shirt. Looking at the depressed young man in front of him, he sighed and said in a deep voice.

"Bai Xiucai, the New Year is approaching, keep your money and go home quickly."

"Home..." The young man was stunned for a moment and then smiled again, but the smile was dazed and even more painful. He suddenly took out a large amount of silver from his arms and slapped it on the table.

"Storekeeper, are you bullying me without money!"

The restaurant owner frowned, seeing that the young man didn't know good people, and was a little displeased.

The young man took the jug with a hint of greed for the cup in his eyes, and quickly took a big sip. His face was strangely rosy, and his eyes became more and more hazy, but a smile appeared on his face, and he walked out of the wine shop.

Several children in the brewery came to the young man in the midst of chasing. Seeing the young man's appearance, they all played around him, and sometimes a childish voice came out, calling for the drunkard.

The young man ignored it. After walking out of the wine shop, the sky was dark outside, and the autumn wind was even colder. When he looked around, there were lights in the surrounding houses, but his heart was completely dark.

Under that listlessness, the blackness in his heart also spread to his eyes, and in the turbidity, his figure gradually swayed away, until he reached a dilapidated temple, and then fell down, leaning against the wall of the temple, holding A jug, a sip, a sip...

The autumn wind is colder, and the sound of the wind around is louder, like a whimper, echoing in the ears, blowing withered leaves all over the ground, and rustling sounds on the ground, some of which are rolled up and landed on the youth.

The young man stared blankly at the dead leaf that fell on the back of his hand. This leaf... covered a small scar on the back of his hand that looked like it was burned by a flame.

"Hao'er..." The young man whispered, and the sadness in his heart resurfaced at this moment. He could only drink wine, and use this immortal intoxication to immerse himself in that drunken confusion, immersed in drunkenness, as if Only in this way... can he forget the sadness of the past and the confusion about the future.

He is Bai Xiaochun.

The past happiness, the past laughter, seems to be the same as this season, summer has passed, autumn...Unconsciously, it has become everything.

Disappeared together, and his home, with the collapse of the entire Tongtian world, a loud cracking sound that day was the last roar he heard before he lost consciousness.

Everything, after he woke up in this strange world, was gone...

home, gone.

Reverse River Sect, Li Qinghou... Red Dust Girl, Song Junwan, everything... is gone.

Fortunately, Tianzun seems to be gone, but after doing all this, Bai Xiaochun didn't have the comfort of revenge, and some was just the sadness in his heart, which had turned into the sea and drowned him in it.

He also wanted to cheer up, and even after being teleported to this immortal realm, he spent several months, using what he could, using his own cultivation, using his own consciousness, and doing everything in his power to find it.

But what he found... were all corpses. Time and time again, the corpses of the Tongtian Continent 6 who died because they couldn't bear it when they were teleported out became Bai Xiaochun's nightmare and his trembling. Tears became the blow that made him lose all excitement!

After searching for several months, the countless corpses, including Nascent Souls and even Heavenly Beings, made Bai Xiaochun collapse. He didn't dare to look for them. He didn't dare to imagine that one day he would see Li Qinghou, saw the red dust girl, saw Song Junwan, saw all the familiar people, the body of death.

Bai Hao's fall, the calculations of the guardians of the mausoleum, Du Lingfei's tears, the collapse of the world, and even the final corpses... Bai Xiaochun couldn't bear it anymore.

In the end, in this small county town, he was so tired that he couldn't raise his strength, silently, drunk and dreaming...

He was not an ambitious big man like Tianzun, he was just a small person, just a person who wanted to be happy in search of longevity... Bai Xiaochun.

"If you're still alive, where are you guys..." Bai Xiaochun muttered in confusion, closed his eyes in bitterness, and fell asleep drunk.

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