Twilight Ghost

Chapter 35 Peach Blossom

Just as the Queen Mother of the West said, Hua Chongming found the heart that had already turned into a stone under the weak water pool after exhausting his efforts. Qingluan dragged him ashore from the pool. Mortals are a little weaker.

Above the Nine Heavens, Di Jun stared at the Kunlun Mountains quietly with his eternally indifferent eyes. Hua Chongming was dripping blood on the stone heart with his wrist sideways, drop by drop, as if life was being lost bit by bit.

"How many days are left for Bai Ze?"

"Three days."

Di Jun frowned, and suddenly a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Zhulu, Zhulu, I'm also curious, if you see him fly away, will you do as he wishes... shed a tear."

Qingluan stood next to Hua Chongming, wanting to help him but unable to do so, seeing drops of blood sprinkled on the stone, but the heart soaked in the tears of a thousand-year-old lover was lifeless.

"Zhilu, are you alright?"

Hua Chongming's face became paler and paler, his eyes were dim, and he couldn't even hear what Qingluan was saying, so he could only return him a smile with no clear meaning.

Bai Ze, wait a little longer, I will definitely come back.

He said this to Peacock 900 years ago, and Peacock was waiting for him, but he only waited for betrayal and abandonment.

900 years of ups and downs, Wu Ya is gone, only Bai Ze is left, the humble Bai Ze who has no heart and does not understand love.

"Qingming, the snow outside is starting to melt."

Qingming glanced at the restless Ruyi, she understood what melting snow meant, Bai Ze in the couch was running out of time, and his hatred for the rotten snow environment also passed with the passing of his life bit by bit And perish.

Li Mo has already returned to Taohuagang, and heard the astonishing comments of the villagers. The snow is melting, and the grass and wild flowers that have been dormant for a hundred years are gradually sprouting under the soil. , is also fading a little bit.

Bai Ze is about to die.

Xi Nang cried with a small face, and squatted beside the bed to fiddle with Bai Ze's eyelids: "Don't sleep, I'll sing for you, don't sleep!"

"I'll sing it to you, it's been 900 years...I'm not familiar with other tunes, but I still remember this one..." Bai Ze stretched out his hand and poked the forehead of the bag, with a warm smile: "Sunrise and sunset, sail shadow fishing fire, I sit The swaying paper boat, I see you pass by my eyes, I never expect to know each other, I never look forward to eternity, I only hope that you can still vaguely remember me..."

Look at each other, lose each other, and don't forget each other.

"The peach blossoms are blooming, the peach blossoms in the Twilight Snow Realm are blooming."

The foxes stood at the entrance of the cave, watching the waist-high snow gradually turn into gurgling water. The snowfield that had never seen sunshine was now shrouded in the twilight of morning light, and spring returned to the earth.

If it was the past, they would have rolled happily, shouting and huddling around the king, asking him to come out to see the peach blossoms, but now Bai Ze is exhausted and the lamp is dry, and when a flower blooms, an inch of his life is lost, and the grass is green, he The soul perishes.

On the summit of Kunlun, the stone heart that had been dormant for 900 years was finally revived, beating in Hua Chongming's pale hands.

"Qingluan, take it to the Twilight Snow Realm, I'll wait here for my soul to die... I promised Queen Mother Xi, and I don't want Bai Ze to see me like this."

Just as Qingluan was about to speak, the Queen Mother of the West who came to visit suddenly at some unknown time pushed him aside, put it close to Hua Chongming's ear and said, "If you love him, send him yourself, or... see him for the last time."

On the last side, it doesn't matter if you see it or not.

"He changed his life to criticize Zhu, and forced the ending of his soul flying to his own head, just to see you shed a tear, go back, and see him for the last time."

Hua Chongming's heart trembled, and he hurriedly got up and asked: "What? He changed his life to criticize Zhu? What do you mean? What's the last one, he will die?"

Queen Mother Xi didn't smile, she stared quietly into his eyes, and said word by word: "Yes, he will die."

As she spoke, she pointed at the weak water, and the salty and turbid water surface suddenly became clear, and gradually turned into a mirror, clearly reflecting the scene of Bai Ze going up to the Nine Heavens and revising the Mingzhu Zhu that day.

A play, everything is a play, but this final ending is so unacceptable.

Hua Chongming knelt down on the ground, raised a stone and threw it at Ruoshui, the scene disappeared immediately, but Bai Ze's smile was still warm, which made him see it and hurt his heart.

Stupid peacock, stupid peacock, only hurts his own poor creature.

Hua Chongming held up the heart, turned over and stepped on Qingluan's back, and said to Queen Mother Xi: "I want to save him, even if he dies, even if his soul is scattered, I must save him."

Qingluan fluttered her wings and flew into the sky, leaving Queen Mother Xi on the ground with a determined back.

There is love and infatuation in the world, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

In 900 years, she, the Queen Mother of the West, has been in the world for more than 900 years. She is tired of everything, and she is not even in the mood to ridicule all the love, hatred and obsession.

When Hua Chongming arrived at the Twilight Snow Realm, all the snow had almost melted, and the warm rays of light shone between the sky and the earth. Thousands of miles of peach blossoms, thousands of hectares of green grass, even the white foxes that could not be distinguished on the snow field at all, now It looks so dazzling.

No one spoke, Qingming's face was full of tears, and he turned to ask him to come in. Jiu Ling stood aside with a frown, and even the once rambunctious Xi Nang stood quietly at the moment, even cursing. I have no strength.

"Bai Ze, I'm back."

"Bai Ze, do you still love me, do you still hate me, I'm back."

"Heart, I'll give you my heart, you just open your eyes and take a look."

Hua Chongming took the comb from the side, and carefully combed Bai Ze's messy hair. While combing, he scolded the little fox who was guarding the side: "Your king sleeps like a ghost, and you don't want to serve him."

As he spoke, he put the heart on Bai Ze's chest, and watched it slowly sink into the silent chest, beating vigorously, getting slower and slower, and eventually he couldn't hear anything.

"You said that you can't use mistakes to correct mistakes, and hate to resolve hatred, so please forgive me, don't play childish temper, open your eyes, and look at me, Bai Ze?"

Hua Chongming took his cold and pale hand, warmed it in the palm, then pressed it to his cheek, and slowly closed his eyes, just like when he was still alive.

"I'll sing to you, your favorite...sunrise and sunset, sail shadows fishing fire..."

A tear slowly rolled down his cheek, splashing on Bai Ze's face that had long lost its color, and then two, three, torrential tears spread on Hua Chongming's face, but no one would laugh at him and run on him, that person would be In front of him, lying quietly, will always belong to him, and will never belong to him again.

"Wake up, open your eyes and look at me... Bai Ze, Wu Ya, no matter what, no one in this world is prettier than you, I like you, I like you very much, I love you..."

"You only need one tear, I have given you my heart now, why are you still not satisfied, if you sleep like this, I will be angry, I will ignore you... I will never ignore you, get up quickly... I beg you , just look at me..."

The foxes on the side were already weeping uncontrollably, the peach blossoms floated into the cave like snow, covering Bai Ze's body layer after layer, but his body was gradually fading away, gradually turning into morning mist, almost going away with the wind .

Can't hold it, can't grasp it firmly, floating life like quicksand, passing between my fingers, no matter how I save it, it is the ending that has been written after all.

You trade immortality for me to have no chance of eternal life, and I trade nine lives for you to look back at me.

The moment Hua Chongming raised his eyes, the thousands of hectares of peach blossoms drifting in the wind suddenly turned into birds, flying into the snowy twilight from beyond the horizon, landing beside Bai Ze, sprinkled dew on his cheeks, and then dispersed again .

Qingluan looked around, and murmured to herself: "Is it the blue bird?"

"Chasing the stag, the Emperor of Heaven gave you one last chance." Suddenly a black figure appeared outside the cave, and gradually walked forward - the hero of the beast body took out a spirit bead and put it into Bai Ze's mouth, and said to Hua Chongming: " He asked me to use this thing to fix Bai Ze's body first, and then I personally went to Kunlun to ask the Queen Mother of the West to save him. The Queen Mother of the West sent a blue bird to go to the Nine Heavens and Down to the Infinite Hell to find 99 lover's tears, which might save his life. "

When the white foxes in the four corners heard this, they hurriedly rushed out with the blue birds, as if grasping at the last straw, wanting to help them, but Yingzhao added: "This is just a gamble, Qiqi 49 God, if the lover's tears can wake him up, he will be successful, if he can't wake up, even the Emperor of Heaven will be powerless to bring him back."

Seven seven 49 days, just like the seven seven 49 times of destruction and rebirth.

If one day I open my eyes and never see his brows, eyes, or smile, the sky will be gray to me.

No matter how much pain of destruction and rebirth, it is no match for you disappearing from my side forever.

No.40 In the early morning of Nine Days, Bai Ze's body was already blown away like the wind, and even if he was held in place by the spirit beads, he could no longer be fixed in the human world.

Qingming, Ruyi, Abao, Xiaoyu, and the white foxes were already exhausted, but they still carefully held the clear lover's tears in their hands and sprinkled them on Bai Ze's tightly closed lips.

And Bai Ze, with a still handsome face, has no trace of humanity, his thin body is gradually turning into morning mist in the wind, it seems that he has never had any nostalgia for this world.

Qingming turned around, and ran out clutching her tear-stained face. The foxes couldn't bear to watch the snow mountain king who used to be powerful in the past be blown away by the wind like quicksand, and followed Qingming out of the cave, lying on the colorful Wept bitterly among the falling flowers.

"They're all gone, open your eyes, and just show me."

Hua Chongming lay on the side of the bed, buried his face deeply in the quilt, and burst into tears.

He didn't even dare to hold his hand again, for fear that his body would gradually pass through his fingers like sand and disappear with the wind.

When he raised his head again, there was no one on the bed covered with peach blossoms in front of him.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine tears of lover's tears, after all, can't bring him back to the world.

"Bai Ze, let's play hide-and-seek. You will appear when I count to the hundredth, okay? One, two..."

Look at me again, Bai Ze, even just for one look, once I walked across the bridge of Naihe, you sang a hundred years of loneliness and looked at me quietly outside the world, now I have looked back, but I can no longer be with you look at each other.

"51, 52, 53..."

The voice became lower and lower, until finally Hua Chongming couldn't hear it himself. In this life, I can't tell who is responsible for whom. These are no longer important. In the end, I am still alone after all.

"99, one hundred..."

Suddenly the world in front of him was dark, Hua Chongming thought that he had reached his limit, and wanted to lie down on the bed to rest for a while, but his body seemed to be held firmly by someone, and he couldn't move at all.

It wasn't that I pressed it, but someone blindfolded me from behind.

Hua Chongming was startled, and hastily stretched out trembling fingers to caress the hands that were covered in front of his eyes. All kinds of past tides swept his memory in an instant. From the first time they met, the shy Peacock Wuya was sitting Under the tree, smiling at him so gently, singing to him, warming wine for him, tucking him in the quilt in winter, driving away mosquitoes in summer, sewing his tattered clothes stitch by stitch, cooking for him clumsily, In the end, the young man dressed in white put on a red dress for him, dug out a heart for him, endured a hundred years of loneliness and despair for him, and lost his soul forever, all he wanted was a tear from him.

"White……"

"guess who I am?"

The darkness dissipated from the eyes, and in the twilight of morning, that familiar face seemed to be shining, with a smile as warm as spring.

Unconsciously, a hot tear slipped from the corner of Hua Chongming's eyes, he hugged the thin boy in front of him tightly, and never let go this time.

"you are my only."

One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, only you are my only one.