fairy wife

In the pitch-black void ahead, a little star lighted up.

This light spread rapidly.In an instant, the stone walls around the two of them shone with light, like a brocade embroidered with silver threads on a black background, extending toward both ends.

You can't see the end ahead, and you can't see the end behind.

There are silver streamers escaping from the stone wall non-stop, some of which are the murals that Qiuqiu saw on the stone wall just now.Those silver pictures and lines seem to be familiar, flickering in the dark sky, the original frozen picture becomes alive, the people on it are laughing, running, swords and swords intertwined, Qiuqiu even thinks she hears laughter, like children The voice of innocence, carefree.

The lights, shadows and sounds dancing in the sky are like a magnificent dream. They are entangled, collided, and scattered in all directions, just like heavy snow, which almost overwhelms people.

Qiuqiu looked at Shi'er with a smile.

Her smile is so clean and pure, just like the gurgling stream flowing under the ice in the spring when the winter snow has just melted.

Shi'er suddenly remembered the past.

When they were still young, Qiuqiu folded the edges of the paper for writing into thin triangles and threw them out through their rear windows. Those thin paper corners were like white geese, spinning and landing lightly.If there is a gust of mountain wind, they may be blown up again.

At that time, Qiuqiu's laughter was as crisp as it is now.

Even he felt that such a quiet afternoon was beautiful.Those insignificant paper edges and corners can magically become such light and flying elves under her fingers.More importantly though.She is so happy.

This happiness comes simple and pure.

With her, he can often forget the pain that entangled him to death, and be infected by her happiness and worry-free.

Shi'er also remembered other things.

When he took Qiuqiu to Jiufeng for the first time, he rode a spirit bird, and he and she rode together. Her hands were still a little restrained at first, but she just grabbed his robe corner.Later, after flying for a long time, she was tired, so she naturally wrapped her arms around his waist.People also fell asleep on his back.

At that time, her face was pressed against his body, and her soft breath was blowing on his neck, which was warm and itchy.

One breath, one breath.

At that time, he felt as if his whole body was immersed in warm water, and it was about to melt with the water.

All around are white clouds and mist.Obscure people's sight.

Below is the boundless sea.

It seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the whole world.

At that time, he was so peaceful that he even forgot about the burden he had to shoulder, and he just hoped that this road could go as far as possible.

He also remembered that when she was in the trial cave, she flitted through the darkness, covered with shimmering stars, and threw herself into his arms.

Many details.Many pictures have strung together the past that belongs to them.

Like an upside-down blurred dream.

He thought again of losing her.Standing in the silent darkness, he stretched out his hand, trying to find the one that belonged to her from the passing trajectories.

There are as many times of despair as there are expectations.

Rotating seasons, fleeting years, deep lovesickness.

In this bustling world, he met her.

Qiuqiu also looked at him seriously.

She felt very strange at this moment.

She didn't do what she feared before.She felt that someone had forced memories of the past into her head, which were incompatible with her current experience and emotions.Totally incompatible.

it's not like that.

She felt as if her whole body had been thoroughly washed by water, the mist that had covered her eyes before was completely washed away, and the truth that was originally covered by the mist gradually became clearer and filled up like that. There are countless gaps that she regrets.

The portrait of the character that has been hidden in the bottom of my heart, that blurred face, finally revealed its true face.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, face.

Little by little, she finally saw clearly.

It was a face that was similar to her now but with some slight differences.

But she didn't think it was someone else, she felt like she was looking at herself in the mirror.

That's her.

She looked at Shi'er in front of her.

From the beginning until now, he is who he is.

It wasn't because she recovered her memory that he became another strange, unrecognizable stranger.

It seems that something important has changed.

But it was like nothing happened.

Everything is so natural, there is no trace of rote, just like a bud sprouting from a tree branch in spring, a smiling face blooms from the bud, rain and snow fall from the sky, and rivers flow day and night.

Qiuqiu wanted to smile at him.

Only then did she realize that tears were streaming down her face, like a particularly wronged child who had been away for too long and finally found her home, that kind of tears of relief mixed with joy and sorrow.

The wooden plaque on Shi'er's waist vibrated.

Even Qiuqiu looked down.

At the position of the Ninth Peak, a ray of silver light spread to other positions like a stream of water.

One, two, three, all the way back.

The location of the seventh peak also lit up.

Qiuqiu turned her head to look at Shi'er, the silver glow on the wooden sign was reflected on her face, and her exquisite face seemed to have a layer of jade-like clear texture.

Shi'er's hand gently caressed her face.

Qiuqiu's appearance made her look unreal.

There was an uncontrollable urge in his heart to hold her tightly.

The happiness in front of me is so vivid and profound, but the loss in the past is like a thorny thorn tightly in my heart.Maybe in another 100 or 200 years, he will not be able to get rid of this panic of losing.

Everything about her occupied his entire mind.

Then Shi'er remembered that the stone at the position of the Ninth Peak lit up.

This shows that the ninth peak has a palm peak.

Mingyuan is now the palm of the Ninth Peak.

Qiuqiu supported his shoulders and stood up, looking at the thick layer of silver debris piled up under their feet.Just like the fallen leaves piled up under the trees in autumn, with a slight movement of footsteps, light chips will be bounced up.

From the other end of the long road, someone came towards them.

He stepped on this silver road, getting closer and closer.

Qiuqiu found out with some embarrassment that this man has a bald head, and the light is very bright. The lustrous luster that seems to have been coated with wax can not only compete with the stars and the moon, but even surpass them a little bit.Outrun the momentum of a lamppost.

His robe was half-length but not short, with an irregular hem.Apart from beggars, Qiuqiu has never seen such a distinctive dress style since time travel.

But when he walked up to him and saw clearly, Qiuqiu realized that his robe was actually quite traditional and ordinary.It was because he didn't know why, maybe he wanted to wade across the river?So the front skirt was captivated and tucked around the waist. In this way, it naturally presented a natural and irregular shape.

This person is none other than Mingyuan.

The silver light kicked by his footsteps danced around his body like floating dust.

Mingyuan seemed to have an aura of "awe-inspiring righteousness" or "brightness of Buddha" all over his body.It made his already handsome face look more like a magic stick.

He straightened his sleeves formally, and put down the front placket tucked around his waist.He even tightened his neckline.

After completing this set of movements, he took a step forward and bowed to the ground.

"Meet the Peak Master."

Shi'er also bowed solemnly.

"Xu Zhangfeng."

Qiuqiu stood aside, put his hands together, and watched the ceremony.

Of course, after the two of them prayed, it was her turn.

The surrounding silver lights gradually faded away.Back to silence and darkness.

Mingyuan's voice sounded very deep, which can be described in a more common way.It is very magnetic.

His voice seemed to make the ears and chest of the listener tremble with his voice.

"For every person who leaves this world, the Ninth Peak will record his voice and memories, and completely seal them in this cycle of reincarnation. But Qiuzhang Peak is the first person to retrieve the memory from here. This is in the Ninth Peak In the history of Feng, I am afraid that he is the only one who has never been seen before or since."

Qiuqiu couldn't help laughing: "One person like this is enough."

She has never experienced it before, and probably no one will be as bad as her in the future. This kind of experience is really not an honor worthy of praise.

This seemingly long road, under Ming Yuan's leadership, came to an end in a short time.

Ming Yuan pointed to the front and said, "That's the Ninth Peak. The peak master and Qiu Zhangfeng came today by coincidence—we happened to have a look together, and the Ninth Peak looks upright."

What does the Ninth Peak really look like?

Qiuqiu looked forward.

In the darkness, light gradually shines.

The light was not harsh.

As if separated by a layer of frosted glass, everything presented in front of my eyes is like the shadow puppet show I saw when I was a child.

Shadows and shadows, looking at flowers in the fog.

The outline of a mountain peak appeared ahead.

Although it is under the abyss, the ninth peak is indeed a peak.Tall and straight, stand erect, steep.

After the appearance of this mountain was imprinted in his eyes, the light gradually dimmed and disappeared.

After a while, Mingyuan's voice sounded in the darkness.

"I'll take you out."

The way out is also dark and tortuous.

After walking for a while, Ming Yuan stopped: "Go forward from here, follow the stone ladder and go out."

Qiuqiu followed Shi'er a few steps forward, suddenly remembered, turned around and asked, "What about you?"

He won't go out?

Yes, he doesn't go out.

If there is no major event, or any accident, he will stay in this darkness for the rest of his life.

For a person who seems to be so enthusiastic, bright and sunny, the position of the ninth peak is really not suitable for him.

But... Qiuqiu felt that, thinking about the good, he was closer to Yonghui here.

Although the two of them couldn't see each other, couldn't hear each other's voice, and couldn't even communicate with the briefest message.

He couldn't ease her pain, and she probably didn't even know that he was so close to her. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

ps: I really can't think of the title of this chapter.

There must be typos, and I will pick them later.