lerbook Chapter 470 There is a difference between injury and sorrow (plus 1)
Chapter 470 There is a difference between injury and sorrow (plus 1)
She never thought that the sacred tree of Kongzun would be in such a state. The trunk was thick and the branches and leaves were sparse, but each branch and leaf was so wide that one could feel the vigorous and powerful life on the veins.
Even if a dozen children stand on it, it shouldn't be a problem. It not only has wide leaves, but also thick leaves.
"Kongzun sacred tree, its roots nourish thousands of Shura families, its leaves are edible, and the fluid in its trunk has healing properties. It can bring people back to life in a matter of seconds. Together with the Nine-leaf Lotus in Qingqiu, it is also known as the Double Hua Tuo.
The nine-leaf lotus is Green Huatuo, and the sacred tree of Kong Zun is Mu Huatuo.
Zixi, this is my Shura root. I brought you here. Do you understand the meaning of this? "
Zixi's eyes filled with tears, she understood that she was spontaneously burning.
Bai Yuan gave everything he had to her, and the entire Shura life told her that it was priceless trust and love.
At this time, neither Bai Yuan nor Zi Xi expected that Shura and Manhuang would go to war in the future, and the battle would last for decades.
Zixi's family was destroyed, and everyone she loved died at the hands of Bai Yuan to protect the country and family.
But until the moment she died, she never thought about destroying the sacred tree of Kongzun and destroying the foundation of Shura.
Zixi is upright, and upright lies in knowing that he is invincible in the wilderness, but he still disdains to be a despicable person.
This is the empress that the God of War likes. No one can compare with Zi Xi in Bai Yuan's heart.
That's why Bai Yuan went through all the troubles, tried every means, and finally sacrificed his soul at the cost of a glimmer of possibility.
Today, the misty hope is finally coming true, but something unexpected happens again.
Zi Xi couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. When she heard the sound of Xuan Yao Qin, the sourness of that year suddenly emerged in her heart.
Thirty thousand years later, Bai Yuan planned everything and waited for her to return to the divine realm, but she couldn't even do the last finishing touches.
Is it because she has been sleeping for too long and has become incompetent, or is it because the planning time is too long and there are too many changes, or maybe the blood between her and Bai Yuan is too difficult to tame.
It is precisely because they are of their blood that they are different, rebellious, resistant, have their own ideas, and work hard to change their fate for their own ideas.
The bloodline has become a brand new version of themselves. Neither she nor Bai Yuan can be independent. Could it be that she will never be able to go back to the past?
Could it be that she and Bai Yuan can never go back to the past?
Yes, there are too many things standing between them. Even if they all return to God's Realm, will everything be restored to the way it was before?
Can she still stay with Bai Yuan forever without any grudges?
Between them, there is hatred between the country and the family, and the lives of their loved ones. Even if thirty thousand years pass, those things that have happened cannot be ignored.
Even if Bai Yuan spent his whole life resurrecting her, she could only feel grateful for this kindness. She knew very well that she could not give Bai Yuan anything more, so she thought of helping Yan Mo ascend to godhood as a way to repay her.
But even this was the only thing he could do for Yan Mo, but he failed to do so.
Everything was screwed up by her, and she didn't even know why it was like this?
Yan Mo has been practicing all his life, isn't it just to wait for the divine way to open?
Why did Yan Mo not want to ascend after she opened the Shinto, and even burned himself in front of her?
Where does the problem occur?
Zixi held an umbrella and raised her head in confusion. Through a layer of mist, she looked over and saw that it was the winding corridor for the foundation of the city wall.
It goes straight up to the sky, and down, it reaches three feet into the ground.
Except for countless doors leading in different directions on the city wall, there is no other way out.
Wan He's drawing of the ground as a prison is different from the way ordinary monks use the talisman formation to outline it.
It's an old mantra, but Wanhe has also innovated, as evidenced by the doors on every wall.
If you don't want to follow a certain path all the time, you can open a door halfway.
There are plenty of doors, it just depends on whether you can find the right door.
“Zixi, it’s not that there are no doors to do things here, there are doors everywhere.
This is not a prison, it is a thousand windows and holes. Open them and you will get something unexpected! "
Zi Xi had no intention of opening any door in the first place, but after hearing Wan He's words, she even had no intention of opening it.
Wan He slowly raised and let go of the strings with his fingers.
Zixi, if you don't open it, you have no other choice.
The speed of the piano music increased, and the distance between the notes became closer and closer. Zixi's longing for Bai Yuan suddenly poured down like a waterfall.
Wan He's eyes were red, and tears ran down his cheeks to his chin, gathering into a large, crystal drop.
"Click", it fell towards the strings and was instantly cut into countless petals.
Who is she thinking about?
This was a farewell song. Wan He had never played it before, and she never thought that the first time she played it, no one would be there.
No one echoed her, no one gave her advice, and no one listened to her.
She hoped that there would never be a time to play this song, but today, she was going to play it.
A person, alone, fell between his fingers, gently plucking the thin strings between his fingers.
Farewell to sorrow, sorrow to farewell. She didn't know why Yan Mo named this song "Shang" instead of "Shang".
Now that she was playing, she understood the difference between injury and sorrow.
The hurt lies in God.
The wounds are in the liver and intestines, in the lungs, and in the limbs and bones.
The injury may hurt.
Death must be painful.
Injury does not kill people, but mourning comes at the cost of painful loss.
This tune is originally sad.
Wan He could have chosen to be just a player, causing the hearts and souls of the listeners in this world to be broken.
However, she chose to enter the game.
Only by entering the separation and mourning together with Zi Xi can Zi Xi be completely drawn into it.
Because she knew that she and Zi Xi were one, and if she entered, Zi Xi would be more immersed in it. This kind of fighting method was tantamount to injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging yourself by eight hundred.
But she will not hesitate or regret at all. This is nothing. Compared with the master who chose to spontaneously combust, the brothers and sisters who chose to self-destruct, the fifth brother who chose to strip off his love, and Jiu Ye who chose to be beaten back to his original form after the nine tails' magical power was exhausted, this is really true of her. It's nothing.
Everyone is choosing a strategy of injuring the enemy a thousand times and damaging themselves eight hundred for the sake of a result. Are they not smart?
No, because they weighed the pros and cons and had no choice in the face of a powerful opponent. Perhaps, this was the best choice for them.
Wan He naturally has many methods and endless tricks, but she is facing herself. She is well aware of the power of the Empress of the Wild, and she also understands that there is a tacit understanding between the two of them.
Although she is now split into two individuals, if she is deeply grieved, it will definitely affect Zi Xi. On the contrary, if Zi Xi is grieved, it will also affect her.
So, why doesn't she be the one to strike first?