Legend of the Asura

Duanmu Promise left hand skillfully turned the silver wheel on the wheelchair to the front of the door, and stretched out the white door to open the door, and then gently closed it. He is as deep as a veteran general, and he is usually a gentleman and gentleman.

He slowly walked to the backyard and saw his family servants bowing respectfully. He nodded and then waved his hand and refused them to help him push the wheelchair. He came alone to the backyard garden.

The time is already in the afternoon, the sun in the summer does not sway its light, sprinkle the earth, sprinkle on him, let his dull heart have a faint warmth. He has not appeared in the sun for a long time.

The light footsteps sounded in front of him, and there was a beautiful and quiet woman on the back. The glamorous face had a noble temperament. In her hand, she held a small Suolan, but although she did not release it, she had faintly released Lanxiang. Seeing Duanmu Wuji, her footsteps paused a bit, and the willow-like clear eyebrows condensed slightly, seemingly strange that he appeared in this place. Her soft and beautiful eyes stayed on him for a second, then nodded to him with a blank expression, and walked around him with a gentle footstep.

Duanmu turned around and looked at her back. Only one of her world can make him so lost. In five years, he has not seen how many times she has seen her, but it seems that she will never see the day. Every time, he would think that he was watching a fairy who should not exist in the world.

Elegant, soft and cloudy, elegant like a mountain spring. And this is a jade-like woman, with a beautifully contoured silhouette, with a crystal clear, snow-stained skin, far from being as pure as a jade. Let the man take the soul and the woman will be self-defeating.

They are close at hand, but separated by a mountain that seems to never turn over forever.

For five years, he never saw her laughing at him, and only when she faced her son Duanmu, she would show a warm smile that belongs to a mother.

Duanmu's family and his family will regard Duanmu, the fascinating genius of the ancient ancestors, as a small ancestor. He is afraid that he has something that does not go well. If his body is slightly uncomfortable, those who usually do not leave the house. The old and stiff antiques will jump up and down like a child. However, she is extremely strict with Duanmu, and she is striving for perfection in all aspects, and Duanmu has always been compliant with her. She never violates her words. The most fearful thing is that she has an angry expression. . Also because of Duanmu, no one dared to target the woman she married.

She is known as the butterfly, and the teacher raises flowers to make up all of her life. At the moment when the flowers bloom, she often stands in the flowers, bathing in the wind and watching the bee flying butterflies dance. Sometimes it is more than two hours, no one knows what she is thinking.

Duanmu steplessly turned the two wheels, leaving two shallow indentations on the ground that had been worn, sunming the sun, closing his eyes, and his heart suddenly became surprisingly calm. But deep down, the immortal figure has become more and more clear. Since she saw her first sight, she has become a magical obstacle that he can't overcome in his life. His life has changed accordingly, and his heart has been changed again and again. Draw a deep nick...but he never regrets.

He often said to himself: You are too stupid. But he quickly answered himself: Although stupid, but worth it, as long as she can see her, this is enough, everything is worth...

Time passed slowly, and when he finally opened his eyes lazily, the sun had turned west again nearly ten degrees. He laughed at himself and just wanted to turn the chair wheel, but suddenly found that a small figure on the right hand side was quietly watching the West.

More than a meter tall body, a slightly thin body, he is obviously a child of just four years old, but the eyes are so deep, such as the bottomless blue ocean, as if everything in the world can not escape His eyes. The corner of his mouth was faintly smiling, his face was calm and waveless, his body was not moving at all, only the clothes angle swayed with the wind. Duanmu's promising eyes stunned because he seemed to see a world-famous emperor. This feeling is not the first time, he has long been used to it. And only he will make people feel this incredible illusion.

"Hey, are you waiting for the sunset?" Duanmu Wuji came to his side and said with kindness, his eyes as he looked to the West. I don't know when it will start. This little emperor will stand here every afternoon and watch the West silently. Everyone in Duanmu Mountain Villa knows that he is waiting for the sunset.

"Yeah." Duanmu is still looking at the West, and his eyes flashing and blinking: "After the setting sun falls, it will be another day."

"Don't you be embarrassed?" Duanmu said softly, and then patted his shoulder, but did not notice that his body was shaking sharply because of this extremely light flapping. "The biggest regret in the world is that time can't go backwards, no matter how nostalgia, it can't be recovered."

Duanmu didn’t nod, and the corner of his mouth was still a smile that was completely inconsistent with age: “I learned too many truths from small to large. Sometimes, I often find the truth unintentionally and can’t break. Time Really can't go backwards? From a very small time, I have a very stupid wish. I hope that time can go backwards, so that I can do better, no longer make my mother angry, but also very From a very young age, there was always a strange voice in my heart telling me that as long as I have the heart, time can really go backwards... really."

Duanmu had a glimpse of it, then he laughed happily: "Hey, maybe one day, the sunset will really be called up by you."

In his mind, this unrealistic fantasy should belong to children of this age. He does not like him to understand human nature too early and understand the world.

Duanmu shook his head and gave a quiet sigh that was completely inconsistent with his age: "Just, even if you can make time back, keep the sunset falling, you can only look far away and never really have it."

Duanmu's promise expression froze for a moment, as if it were suddenly petrified. Duanmu's seemingly unintentional words such as heavy hammers hit the heart in his heart.

Duanmu did not seem to see his reaction, still looked at the West and said: "But how about it, since it is impossible to have it, excessive pursuit will only make you physically and mentally exhausted. No matter how long you have been running to the West, how to work hard. If you want to chase it, you can't really touch it. If so, why bother to pursue it unrealistically, as long as you can occasionally witness its afterglow and know that it is still beautiful, this is enough."

A long sigh rang behind the Duanmu. Duanmu steplessly turned the wheelchair and said with a strong smile: "Hey, I am a little tired, remember to spend more time with your mother."

The sound of the silver wheel turns quickly, then slowly becomes smaller, and gradually disappears until it disappears.

"Truth..."

A small flower leaf floated in front of him in the wind, and he subconsciously stretched out **** and gently pinched it. Then his **** moved slightly, and the leaf was completely disappeared like air. not see.

"Truth, is it really the truth forever?"

"...the sunset is about to fall, and the pale day is about to die again. One week, let me end this knot that should not be there, and there should be no complaints."

The sun is no longer so glaring, it begins to change from golden to slowly red. Looking at the West, his innermost voice resounded the inexplicable voice...

Time... can't you really backflow?

Reincarnation of the world, a mirror in a strange space suddenly flashed a strange white light. It’s just that this weird scene is not seen.

The wind was sent by Tianlong to the Queenstown Imperial Palace, and in the face of the respectfulness of the Queen of the Moon, the wind was so uncomfortable.

He summoned two large pieces of crystal clear ice crystals from the refining pot in his hands, and placed them in front of the water moon. Suddenly, a touch of cool air began to permeate. And his move made the water month obviously confused.

"This is Wannian Xuanbing. Let the best engraver here use these two pieces of ice to help me to sculpt two different head flowers. Can I do it?" asked the windy face, and the water moon was pulled. A dead face, then he simply faces the dead face.

These two thousand years of black ice were cut when the hail was made, and the wind was naturally not willing to discard, and they were put together one by one.

"It's very easy to do. Although Wannian ice is bred endlessly cold, but the texture is hard and hard. If there is no special effect to activate, the cold will not leak and hurt people, and the carving is easy." Shui Yue replied, the dagger is half-hanging, always Don't look at him.

The wind nodded. "Good, then, let them start right away, and they must be done in very kind. There are only two pieces. If the effect makes me dissatisfied, I will be very angry."

"Very kind?" The Mooneye Queen's eyebrows were slightly embarrassed, but without refutation, immediately nodded: "I will go right away."

Picking up two spar that exudes cold air, the Queen of Water Moon quickly walked away and went to the engraver in person.

In the real world, it is often a few days, months, or even years and decades to carve the top works with the finest materials. In the world of reincarnation, as long as the engraving can reach a certain height, the perfect works can be completed in the shortest time, and it is not unreasonable. And this kind of very kind of time may be used for more than half of the time.

Here is the private palace of the Queen of the Water Moon, and apart from the original Emperor of Heaven, the wind is definitely the first person to enter here. Some unnatural looks from the Queen of the Water Moon can be seen.

The wind and boring look around, trying to find out what interesting things come... For example, the average girl’s boudoir will be covered with some kind of clothing that covers a small area. The windy thief eyebrows squatted and walked around in a circle. It was disappointing to find only a few sets of women's palace costumes, and then depressed to think that the world did not seem to dry underwear.

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