What If All the Girls In the Cultivation World Want To Catch Me

Suddenly, the lanterns ignited one by one, and the night became a little bright. The ashes carrying the flames were unwilling to go out until they hit the ground. The Xi Clan showed their pure and ethereal singing voices and sang a quiet tune. In the quiet night, the people who walked far away, the ten thousand demons were still indifferent, only one lone wolf, either spirited or inanimate, was howling long under the moon.

But for those who have fallen asleep, the lone wolf is difficult to disturb, and there is no response when he calls again.

The night is still night, and the lone wolf is still standing on the edge of the cliff tonight. It trembles and wants to howl and wake up something. The wheat field in the distance is already a wasteland. The moon is hazy, and the wind and sand recalls the past, leaving only The last whisper in its life.

Sunrise and sunset, accompanied by the moon's cloudy and sunny, but no one can sing for a long time.

When a corner of the missing moon is consummated again, the creatures looking at the moon are exuding the moon, telling about the bloom of the moon and praising the beauty of the moon. The stone-carved figure next to it is covered with dirty cloth strips that can no longer see the original appearance. , If ever, the stone statue will cheer for joy and praise this beautiful singing.

Inexplicably, the tear-free crystals fell on the crystal jade beads, why did the spiritless look at me?

It is unwilling, unwilling to sing the moonlight alone, its body is split under the moonlight, and a bright light goes away to the moon, probably on the other side of the moon there is a spirit that once watched it.

In the remaining ruins of the city, the night breeze blows over the big clock, and winter nights always fall snow, the bell is melodious, and the snow is blowing. Thinking of the warmth when being embraced by others, her cold body seemed to gradually warm up, and the boundless desolation became vibrant.

Listen, the spirit is singing.

Look, the spirit is company with heaven and earth.

Look, psychic can move mountains and seas.

Huh? You can't see the side with the footsteps of spirits.

Can you walk through the winter night? Know where is the way home?

It turns out that prosperity never ends.

7

The night is cool and thin, and the moon is shining.

An old woman leaned on the shoulders of another old man. They were sitting among the flowers. Another old man pointed at the sky full of stars, telling stories about the constellations, and this sky full of stars now almost all have human existence.

After the chaos passed away, Daofatian has also become history. Now the Tianji name is Hengtian. The human race is unprecedentedly powerful. The vast starry sky and the human race can go almost everywhere, with the help of technology and star energy. , Human race is almost out of the category of creatures in the general sense, and even the dazzling stars are in the human race's mind.

The great race, the indestructible race, this is the human race.

Man Heng Tian, ​​2.9 million years after Emperor Xia Yi, who took the sky, celebrated a big day in the sky. This day is Xia Yi’s birthday. The whole family celebrated, and people talked about the past. Everywhere in Yunai praised Xia Yi's great name.

But the praised person is just peaceful and his life's beloved stargazer.

"Yu'er, is Ling'er still awake?"

The gray-haired old man asked an old woman with a smile, and the old woman shook her head, which made the old man a little disappointed.

"She fell asleep, and I'm a little sleepy speaking of it."

The old woman yawned sleepily. Ling'er was already unable to maintain her body. Relying on Yu'er's spirit, the two borrowed a body to accompany Xia Yi at the same time. Xia Yi has already taken Yu'er for ten years. For fifty thousand years, Xia Yi tried all means to prolong Yu'er's life. In the past one hundred and fifty thousand years, they only visited this endless world of stars, sometimes leaving behind nothing, sometimes leaving nothing behind.

Or live in the city and become a well-known master of craftsmanship, or the three of them will hold a theatrical troupe together to talk about the unknown history of the past, but the old people often talk about the crimes they committed when they were young. , There are always people who jump out and scold the old man for being an old fool.

Sometimes, I will suddenly want to wander the barren stars and appreciate the unknown wonders. Nowadays, the place where the human race is, the ordinary people may not even be able to see even one thousandth of their lives, and the human race has too many territories. Too many, no longer just like the stars in the sky, before this may be a metaphor, now it is reality.

The human realm is where the stars in the sky are.

The old man and the old woman are together all the time, looking at the green mountains and rivers, the barrenness and danger, until there is nothing new that will make the old man and the old woman feel novel, they are together in different identities everywhere. To savor the various aspects of life.

See the beauty of the starry sky.

I have tasted the various delicacies created by the human race in the starry sky, and let them try anything that is new. These 150,000 years have been very happy. Until recently, the energy of both of them has become less and less, and they even began to need to sleep. , And the time needed to sleep is getting longer and longer.

The new things become stronger, and the old things begin to face their own demise.

But for Xia Yi, this may be the most anticipated time in his life.

He will step into eternal tranquility and join hands with the people he loves. The life realm with vegetation is only a minority of the human realm, but it is also the place where most outstanding people want to live, Tianlingxing, Xuan Huang Xing, the place of glory, these three places are almost crowded with people, and they also gather most of the powers of the human race today.

But the old man and the old woman are not one of them. They are just in a more ordinary realm of life, enjoying peace very relaxedly. Even if the old woman has all her teeth out, her skin is full of wrinkles, she can no longer see what she used to be. The beautiful face, but the handsome old man is still like holding the most beautiful person in the world, holding her in his arms and humming a little song to accompany her to sleep.

Sleeping on the grassland, under the starry sky, they slept very comfortably. Their dreams were all stories or stories worth remembering along the way.

The next day, the old woman woke up earlier than the old man. She wanted to kiss the old man’s face, so that the old man would wake up under her kiss. Unexpectedly, the old waist was a bit unable to bend, and one accidentally fell directly on it. Old man.

"Hi... Don't be so enthusiastic, Yu'er, what age are we all, my shoulder...it hurts to death."

The old man woke up in pain and grinned in pain. It was not that they didn't want to go to other places to see, but that they had no way to travel far.

Therefore, they are not picky about this last place of burial, they are accompanied by green mountains and rivers anyway.

"It's not Yu'er, it's Ling'er!"

The old woman smiled, but her teeth were gone. The smile looked weird, even a little ugly, but the old man still thought it was the most touching smile in the world.

"Will you sleep more early in the morning?"

"No, we don't have much time left. How can we not do more meaningful things on this occasion!"

Even with this old age, the old woman still likes to act like a baby to the old man so much. The old man slowly got up and suddenly felt a little cold on his body. The morning fog would make him feel uncomfortable.

"My body is dying, and I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep in this kind of place anymore. I didn't expect that one day I would be sore from the morning mist."

When Xia Yi said these words, he was not sad, but with joy. For Xia Yi, being able to grow old like this without thinking about any complicated things, thinking about how to make oneself happy and make each other happy life Very beautiful.

It's just a pity that many of the deceased who were worried about them didn't see them until the end.

"Xia Yi, we are not as good as mortal young adults now."

"It is estimated that people who have seen us would never think that you are the Lingdi, and I am Xia Yi, they all think I am dead long ago."

Only now did Xia Yi know why there were no funerals for the emperors in the past, and there are few emperor tombs. The emperor who lived in glory will pass away silently in an unknown way with glory. The dignity of the emperor does not want others to see his death with his own eyes. .

Therefore, the human emperor has always been missing in his later years. This is the last tenderness of the emperor. As long as the emperor does not die in front of others, people will more or less carry a trace of extravagance. The invincible emperor is still alive, even if he never appears again. Always live in people's hearts and human history with the most powerful posture.

As a human monument, how can you tolerate others seeing what you are now?

Rongguang sang the prosperous life all his life, and died silently on the day the prosperity ended. This is the way back that the emperors of the past dynasties chose, and the way back that Xia Yi chose. He was just like the emperors of the past. Lost a trace.

8

The old Yu'er took Xia Yi's hand and walked on the exceptionally developed streets. The streets are no longer as flat as before, but criss-crossed between the sky and the underground, which are as complex as multiple spider webs. Fortunately, this The times are still caring enough for old people, and there are many well-meaning people on the road expressing their willingness to take Xia Yi and You Yu'er for a ride.

As the cultivator of star energy grows old, he will gradually lose all his strength. Of course, he can also try to break through without giving up, but if he fails, he will be burned into **** by his own star energy. The strong will even be swallowed by his own star energy. The surrounding vast world melts together.

Therefore, today's human race encourages the old to give up their power. They deserve to be respected. If you have to try, go to the starry sky or the barren star by yourself. Of course, there are only a few people who are still alive.

In this worry-free era, Human Race has almost developed art and entertainment to an unprecedented peak. It relies on its own imagination to restore the clues of the past, or write fantasy stories. The material of this era is overflowing, so people More inclined to spiritual satisfaction.

However, Xia Yi and Yu'er went to the Mirage Hall today. People call it that way, but Xia Yi likes to call it a movie theater.

The art work launched by the Mirage today is called Duotian Biography. Just listen to the name and you will know what the content is, but after watching Xia Yi directly called the bad film, this group of later generations almost shaped him into a perfect existence, even beautiful. His type is a bit disgusting. In this day and age, praising him is a virtue that people must possess.

Yu'er was the only one who was very happy to watch, and said that Xia Yi was once so handsome and extraordinary.

"I am the Emperor Xia Yi, the starry sky is united, human beings are always in the sky, and the stars are within reach of my human race. We should be proud of the human race. We should be proud. Death also transforms the glory and waits for the human race for eternity. This oath is the proof of all souls in the world, the stars are the mirror, and the whole universe listens to it!"

Next to Xia Yi and Yu'er, there are children with their hands clenched into fists on their chests, imitating people's imagination of Xia Yi opening the sky, looking at the sky with a proud posture. I have to say that this success makes Xia Yi feel nauseous. , Did he say that at the time? Yu'er was the only one who couldn't stop laughing, but the laughter was rather hoarse.

"Ahem..."

Suddenly, Yu'er coughed several times. Xia Yi immediately supported her worriedly. After Yu'er finished coughing, she seemed to be out of breath. She clung to Xia Yi's arm, as if letting go would immediately fall. Generally speaking, she slowly raised her head to show Xia Yi's usual smile.

"It turns out that with such an old age, even a cough will make people feel that they are about to faint..."

"Let you not get emotional, you must not listen, don't you say it will last longer than someone else's life?"

"I can't compare to you... It's better to say that my last obsession is to hope that I die before you, so that I don't have to experience the sadness of losing you, and I can travel with peace of mind under your gentle gaze. ."

Yu'er didn't feel sorry for her poor health. On the contrary, she was a little cunningly happy. Xia Yi laughed after hearing this. It was too cruel for him.

"So you are willing to let me experience the feeling of losing you forever, and die alone again? You are really my good lady!"

"But...I will satisfy you. If this allows you to go away in the happiest situation, I am willing to see you off."

"Sorry... Am I being a little selfish? In addition, this is not my own idea, Linger also..."

"No... this can only mean that you love me more than I love you."

The old Xia Yi's smile was as gentle as ever. Death is not an unacceptable fact for them, and it is even as simple as going home. Xia Yi has been alone for too long, but passing away is a destination.

In the more than two million years without Yu'er and Ling'er, Xia Yi hardly laughed, it was they who made Xia Yi laugh in this last time.

In this way, the years of old age are accompanied by a little greasy sweetness, and every moment of the company is cherished by the two, planting flowers and trees, and occasionally learning from the past, and even customizing the past to stay in the memory of the two Zhongqing Yunzong's clothes.

Yu'er puts on her make-up, and Xia Yi dresses up, leaving a group photo that outsiders will find strange. Outsiders will definitely think that Yu'er is an old and unrefined old witch, wearing such flamboyant clothes, that Xia Yi is insane. , I thought I was handsome, and I was not afraid to bend my waist with such a heavy spear on my shoulders.

But in the eyes of the two, the image left in the spar was helped by the fuzzy memory, and it immediately changed its appearance.

Xia Yi's grace is magnificent, and the smile on his face is a bit unruly.

You Yu'er is pretty and cute. She is very happy but just pretends to be unhappy.

That day was the dusk of midsummer.

Xia Yi and Yu'er were sitting on the chairs outside the house and chatting about why the flowers they had planted before suddenly disappeared. Yu'er tried hard to recall whether he had done something wrong before, such as watering too much, or forgetting to fertilize. , Xia Yi is still making fun of Yu'er's memory is not as good as him.

"That means I'm going to die soon. If you change to Ling'er and don't scold you to death, you still laugh. Can you laugh if you have no conscience?"

"I laughed at you, old stinky lady who blamed me for not keeping the flowers a few days ago. No, my flowers are alive, and yours is dead."

"I'm still holding grudges even when I'm old, you..."

"You know me, this is my attitude towards women."

The two looked at each other like this, and couldn't help but laugh. Xia Yi was just as joking as he was in the Qingfeng school. An optimistic school who is never discouraged, the setting sun dyes the heavens and the earth into a strange color, accompanied by There was a hoarse but very happy laugh from an old couple.

With a smile, Xia Yi suddenly couldn't hear Yu'er's laughter. Xia Yi turned his head and saw that Yu'er's head was lowered, and there was a smile on her mouth. The smile was peaceful and happy, but there was no more chest in her chest. After any ups and downs, Xia Yi's smile instantly solidified, but Xia Yi was still laughing, forcing himself to laugh.

The more you laugh, the more happy you become, because she said that she wants to go away in a gentle smile.

It's just that the laughter gradually became hoarse, and finally turned into an old man's whispering cry, all sorts of past moments hit his heart, and finally merged into a vague memory.

"Huh? This brother, you smell so good."

"Are you a human? The breath is a little ordinary, and there is an inexplicable temptation. Are you a big man doing Mei Gong?"

The words of the two first encounters were very common, and the final words did not contain each other, but they met and separated, separated and goodbye, goodbye but never again.

"Yuer..."

"Linger..."

"thank you all……"

"Come with me through...this century..."

Xia Yi suddenly lost his strength, eyes muddy with tears saw the morning and evening together, the dignified emperor fell from his chair, crying and crying, and there was no sound anymore, quiet and peaceful, and incomparable. The gentle night engulfed the two of them.

9

The wind seemed to whisper, and the autumn wind was bleak outside the dilapidated wooden house. The once beautiful flower fields had already withered. Those dead flowers swayed in the wind and made noises in the wind. That was the question of the dead.

Do you really think the price you paid is enough?

Do you really think that the countless creatures you trampled on have just disappeared like this?

Just as the dead hate the living, those living also hate those who let themselves step into the dead.

The price you need to pay has just begun.

Outside the wooden house, a piece of dry bone slowly climbed up. After a short period of hesitation, everything that should be known to him came like a tide, and the dry bone body gradually grew back under the burning of a strange scarlet flame. flesh.

Following this, there was also the power that did not know where it was left. Withered bones returned to their former appearance. He was miraculously young again, and he actually possessed the imaginary cultivation ability possessed by the ancient monks. He knew very well about the inner calmness of his dantian. The slowly circulating power belongs to the ancient realm of Huaxu, which has disappeared.

After the withered bone was reborn, he slowly turned his head and looked at everything around him. Finally, he saw another withered bone. He vaguely said that the withered bone was the one he once loved the most. He hesitated for a while, and directly patted on top of his head with his full hands. Annihilate one's own soul.

Withered bones fell.

And I don’t know how many years later.

Withered bones climbed up again.

The dry bones that climbed up found that the wooden house was even more rotten, and it was about to collapse after a long time in disrepair. The other dry bone was a bit weathered. After it was reborn in flesh and blood, it came to the other dry bone and hugged it tightly, and then once again held its own soul. erase.

Over time, the wooden house had already collapsed into ashes, and the dead bone woke up again. The dead bone he was holding had cracks. Under his not too gentle movements, it disintegrated into white dust, and the dead bone gradually began to regenerate flesh and blood until The eyes were reborn from the eye sockets, and tears fell from those confused eyes.

"So...is this the price I need to pay?"

"My consciousness... not enough at all."

The biggest difference in this life is that he was in contact with Nether, and because he was in contact with Nether, he used the power of Nether to survive countless crises that he could barely get through. But Nether is not a good thing. How much he gets from Nether, Nether Deprived of much, Nether gave him the power of immortality.

This was Xia Yi's biggest trump card, but now it is also the most vicious curse of this starry sky. It depends on the netherworld to make things happen. After everything is done, it will be the day when the price is really paid.