Extreme madness

The prehistoric weather is like the mood of all saints, no matter how many setbacks they encounter, the sky is still clear.The clouds are surging, thick, and the blue sky seems to have just been washed with water. The prehistoric sun is not very harsh, but it is a bright sun, and the shining sun confirms the smiling faces of countless people.

It seems that the days passed day by day like this, and there was nothing wrong with it.And the prehistoric sun seems to be a tragedy year after year, without any change, and the mood of the saint is also the same.Zhongzhengpinhe, it seems that those unpleasant things have been gradually forgotten.

Hundreds of years have passed since the Battle of the Six Paths of the Underworld and the wedding of the little Tian Tianzun on Qingyang Island, and everything on the prehistoric land is as it used to be.The human race is still radiant, displaying the brilliance of their protagonists on the prehistoric land.Today's human race has reached the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

As the saying goes, at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the three kingdoms were divided, and the smoke was everywhere, but it did not stop the soaring development of the productivity of the human race.

On Qingyang Island, it should be as usual, but Qingyang Island is the weirdest place among the saints' fairy houses, not only the various buildings have a post-modern style.There are also four distinct seasons.Today's Qingyang Island is winter, cold winter, under the prehistoric sun, but Qingyang Island has a little snowflakes.

It's not very big, but it doesn't have a taste.Fortunately, the people here, no matter if they are the Heavenly Army or the Yaozu, are already protected from cold and heat, so they don't feel much about this severe winter.Just looking at the snowflakes floating outside the window, I couldn't help but start a collective meditation and nostalgia for the familiar environment.

Especially the little Tiantian Zun, not long after his wedding, he took Fairy Bixiao to set foot on the prehistoric circle, and now he returned to Qingyang Island again.Still wearing the black military uniform that has not changed for a hundred years, standing in the plain silver clothing is not very harmonious.But it was a taste of Ningwai.

At this moment, a trace of silence gradually appeared on Xiaotian's baby face, and the expression in the corner of his eyes, looking at the snowflakes in this winter, had thoughts that should not have appeared.This scene happened to be seen by Fairy Bixiao, who was wearing a long green dress, and Fairy Bixiao was still bright and charming, stepping on the thick white snow under her feet.Creaking, walking towards Xiaotian.

"Husband, what are you thinking?" Fairy Bixiao carefully covered Xiaotian with a felt with deer hair inside.The red neckline rubbed against Xiaotian's neck, making him feel a long-lost warmth.

Looking back, looking at his wife, Xiaotian caressed Fairy Bixiao's jasper fingers with a pair of big hands, and there was an unknown smile in his eyes, it seemed that this smile was mixed with an inexplicable Lonely, he patted Fairy Bixiao's arm twice, but Xiaotian still didn't speak.

It seemed as if she felt the unspeakable loneliness in her husband's body, looking at the six-petal snowflakes falling on the world one by one, Fairy Bixiao had watched these snowflakes for countless years.But I can still feel a bit of coolness from it, and I can't help complaining: "When I was on Jin'ao Island, the teacher's dojo was like spring all the year round. Although it is said that walking in the snow in winter is also a good scenery, it is just too sad!"

Xiaotian looked back suddenly, and there was a trace of indifference in his eyes, which startled Fairy Bixiao, and immediately said: "Husband, what's wrong with you, did I say something wrong?"

Xiaotian smiled and shook his head, but the bitterness overflowing from the corner of his mouth went deep into his heart: "Ma'am, it's okay!" Even though he said so, Xiaotian still couldn't help thinking: people from the same world, Even if they are a thousand-year-old couple, they are still not from the same world.The gap between them cannot be calmed down by time.

The husband and wife walked on the snow, talking one after another, but there was some seriousness in the words.

In Yuyang Garden, Chen Yuyang sat indifferently in the ancient pavilion, the white jade pavilion, matched with the snow scene, could not help but feel a little cold.A jug of warm wine was placed on the small round table. The aroma of the wine was overflowing, a bit like the sauce aroma of Wuliangye in the human world back then.

Pour a glass of wine, the wine is still steaming, pick up the blue sour plums in hand, eat a mouthful of plums, drink a mouthful of Wuliangye, my heart is full of warmth.Even Zhuge Qingqing beside him looked at him with a smile on his face. Looking at this man, it seemed that he saw the scene of meeting him for the first time, and the corners of his mouth smiled even wider.

"What are you laughing at?" Chen Yuyang asked suddenly.

Zhuge Qingqing pursed her lips and said coquettishly: "What are you thinking, what am I just laughing at?"

In fact, both of them knew that drinking Wuliangye and eating green sour plums in winter meant they were nostalgic for something.Nostalgic for the things in that world, those past things and those past people.Chen Yuyang smiled and moved the cushion of the lynx cat under his buttocks, as if he wanted to make himself sit more comfortably.

Even though he has cultivated a cultivation base that is not intrusive from cold and heat, he still habitually puts a cushion under his buttocks. This is not a kind of hypocrisy, but a nostalgia for a certain kind of past, just like this snowflake all over the sky.After being silent for a long time, Chen Yuyang laughed at himself and said, "It seems that I haven't seen snow in the northern country for many years!"

"Yeah, it's been so many years, I don't even remember myself!" Zhuge Qingqing seemed to agree, but it wasn't in the same way.

The husband and wife pondered for a long time and looked at each other with a smile. Finally, Chen Yuyang still held up the white jade wine glass in his hand and sighed: "Someone once said that Huaxia is a big coffee table filled with 12 billion cups. Now it seems that Honghuang is A really big coffee table, filled with countless cups!"

"What's wrong? Something happened again?" Zhuge Qingqing smiled lightly, twirling a plum and putting it in the corner of her mouth, as if she was used to it.

It's just that Chen Yuyang didn't say anything, and looked at the clouds floating in the sky, as if he wanted to see everything in the Lingxiao Palace through the clouds.But soon he withdrew his eyes, gently swept away the snowflakes that splashed on his body, and said with a smile: "Qingqing, I always want to use some things to remind myself that I don't belong to this world. For example, this wine, such as Let’s talk about the sour plums, for example, the snow in the northern country.”

"But I didn't realize until today how ridiculous I am, because I have left too many traces here, which are lingering, and these traces have been deeply imprinted on this land. .So all this reminder is nothing more than a joke."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yuyang waved his hand, and the whole sky became clear, and the snowflakes condensed and stopped falling, as if everything had never happened.And Chen Yuyang's figure also disappeared on the Qingyang Island.Zhuge Qingqing gazed lightly at the direction of the East China Sea, smiled softly, and said, "Are you about to start?"