Vol 7 Chapter 895: The origin and the end, the end of the journey, is the beginning of the story

This is far from the end. Lu Zhengkang remembered that when he came last time, there were not so many silks here...
Starting from the mountain col and continuing forward, turn a corner and you will reach the path facing the cliff. The mountain wind blows from the right hand side and the oncoming wind is not small. There used to be a stone road on the path, but now it is a with ice and snow. Tao.
On the mountain wall, you can see the valleys between the vast mountains. There are no traces of the plains, let alone the deserts that have passed by. The distant mountain walls stand, covered with gray fog, and the outline is not clear, but the mountain edges are like cones. The sharp, huge full moon rose in the recess between the two mountains, seeming to be the jade bib on the case. The color of snow floated in the cold light, the wind and snow came from ignorance, and the moon was colder than the wind and snow. The sky-surveying and floating body slowly slides between the mountains and the sky, like a manta ray snorkeling on a coral reef.
After the sun sets, the sky is miserable, but the reflections of the snow are very bright, and the gushing sky light from the top of the source stream is so dazzling, even if they are on the dark side, they can still feel the powerful sense of existence, incomparable. It penetrates the barrier of all matter-also the barrier of the infinite universe, linked to their runes. The distant mountains are approaching like this, they just have to keep going.
The huge inertia of the journey envelops them, the destination and the ending, the closer they are, the less important they are, the lighter the courage of the past, and they can finally put everything down and come to the end.
The moon is the moon, just like the sun is the sun, not a celestial body, but a concrete object of time.
Lu Zhengkang sang loudly to the moon, and the roar of the mountains was loud and loud. Yue stopped by his side and looked at the staggering moon in the sky.
It's really nice to have a companion together. Lu Zhengkang nodded to Yue and sang to continue the journey.
Walking along the path of the mountain wall, they still have time to sing and encourage each other. The two falling stars close to each other are warm, like the collision of two lonely nuclei, two mutually reinforcing waves. Lu Zhengkang didn't know Yue's story, just as Yue didn't know his story, their company was short-lived, just like all falling stars encountered before, they were two intersecting lines of precession. On the way to the ultimate, they are as clean as geometric figures in a mathematical coordinate system.
At the turning point of the mountain wall, they found a resting space, an architectural space similar to a mountain temple, with a two-story structure, with a heating lamp on the first floor and a mural on the second floor.
The heating lamp has been ignited. In the light of the fire, the ice and snow on the red robe melted, and Lu Zhengkang felt the memory of the past slapped like a flood—like the sudden recovery of the amnesiar, like the returning photo of the shocked person—he was simply I feel that I have died once, but now I am alive again. He sang, his voice was loud, and the radiant wave spread out three feet away. Compared with the dumb scream in the wind and snow, this was already a shocking cry.
Yue also yelled, and the two of them sang innocently compared to each other for a while, only then did they remember that there was still no exploration on the second floor.
Unsurprisingly, there are already people on the second floor, and the heating lamp is lit by this one. This is a falling star in a white robe. He is sitting in front of the mural, indifferent to the two travelers behind him, and deaf to the scenes of their just now.
Yue ran to the white robe and sang twice, which was a little provocative, but he just wanted a response.
Baipao was impatient, so he whispered: Yu.
Lu Zhengkang had enough rest. He now wants to complete the journey as soon as possible. The snow-capped mountains are very dangerous. So many starfallers died here, but there is not even a rune left. He didn't want to stay here for a long time, he wanted to try to encourage himself again while he was still sober.
In short, he thought of Su Xiangli, of the days at school, of her soft limbs, her heat, her breath, her own reflection in her eyes, her voice like soft connective tissue, running along the eardrum Stabbing into the brain, every vibration is transmitted to his nerve endings, his flesh and blood are trembling, trembling for her, Su Xiangli, one of his swan, vibrating wings always make people's soul lingering. As she spins on the dark stage, thin air currents are pumped from the joints of the bones, like large clusters of feathers. Haven't seen it in years... and it seems that there has never been a moment of separation. Xiangli, your name is by no means a bad meaning, you are my fragrant pear.
Apocalypse, Lu Zhengkang, bears the name of apocalypse. The original Luyuan also set foot on the road for a girl, and the same is true of Apocalypse today.
Yue finally stopped disturbing Yu in the white robe. He ran around Lu Zhengkang twice, singing, and this made the companion Lu regain his senses.
Leaving the mountain temple, escaping from the golden red fire, rushing into the pale snowy sky, Lu Zhengkang's heart was blown by the wind, and instantly disappeared.
What name, what girl, what difference, he completely forgot. Warmth is just a dream here.
Moving on, the front is Jiexuecheng Pass. The bridge leading to the gate there has long been cut off. Fortunately, there is a piece of frozen silk cloth as a road surface.
Stepping through the tall and narrow gate, on the road leading to the Chongshengyuan Temple, the sky patrols and floats here for hunting. Lu Yuyue can only try to find shelter, first to avoid the strong wind, and secondly to hide under the gaze of the sky surveying floats-this is not a problem, even if the wind and snow are so blurred, as long as you remain calm Judging, this is not difficult.
It's just that his thoughts are too stiff, Lu Yuyue lowered his head, and his body was covered with slush, like a piece of meat that had been divided on an assembly line, moving forward stiffly. Only intermittent singing can arouse some sanity.
The place used to avoid the floating gaze of the sky survey is precisely the floating corpses of the ultra ancient sky survey. Their rock-carved spine is hollow, like the arthropod of a centipede.
Hidden from the wind here, the singing of Deer and Yue became louder, at least the extreme cold did not deprive them of their vitality so quickly.
It's just that this false warmth is really a fatal dream. Lu and Yue sometimes move forward unconsciously and want to get out of the hiding place, while the gaze of the sky and float is still patrolling.
Fortunately, a companion reminded me.
Lu Zhengkang can’t remember how he arrived at Yuanliu Mountain alone a few times before...it was not so cold at that time, and it will only get colder and colder in the future, and starfallers without companions are likely to die, more and more. The fewer opportunities to find a companion.
Really, when something is near the end, there are all kinds of bad situations.
The book Shangyuan is about to end, so the number of viewers will be greatly reduced. Various methods, subjective and objective, can't help but reduce.
Lu Zhengkang had no intention of paying attention to this. He and Yue did not consciously walk out of the hiding place, and their gazes in the sky survey changed from dead white moments to dazzling red, reflecting on the snow like a cover, as if they were covered with a bright drenched head. Lu Zhengkang regained his senses abruptly with the bright plasma, and the sky survey float behind him suddenly pressed over. Lu Zhengkang had only time to knock Yue Chao aside, and he was hit by the long and wide wings floating in the air. The tassel behind him was broken every inch, and the red robe flew like a butterfly.
He felt that he was free and flew up. The flight impacted by external forces was fast and cold. The broken tassels protected his robe. Fortunately, fortunately, the runes he worked hard to collect, those predecessors His strength took the impact for him, and the tassel was cut off, but there was still a long ear hanging down.
Lu Zhengkang flew over a heavy arched building and fell into the snow. This was another gap between the cliffs. He lay on the ground in a daze.
I forgot to sing, because he forgot his name, the snow on his robe was so thick that he was unbelievably heavy, he was like a breath floating on the snow now, he, who he is not, he is him, he feels in the extreme cold The light from the source of the mountain in the depths was so majestic and so far away that he seemed to be unable to take that step.
Fortunately, Yue moved slowly, and he sang continuously, his voice was very low, and the light of the singing could not cover his body, and the companion who was lying on his feet warmly, Yue fell down, Lu Zhengkang sang beside him, letting light energy cover his runes.
There was no strong wind in the very narrow gap between the two cliffs, and it was still calm, and Yue's voice echoed, and the two runes were close to each other, extinguishing like a campfire.
...
I was born from the mother's womb and fell into a small coffin.
The bird of the Annunciation is a feasted crow with rotten eyes.
The red river flowing from Ama's legs buried Abba's head.
Brother sang on the bridge, Amei shook her feet.
The river floats to the soul of Alu, and the bones of Alu.
Alu, you have never lived, Alu, you will never die.
The lover's lover shed tears, the tears are the snow on the mountain that flows from the source.
A Lu's soul floats, and what floats up is a valley.
Alu's bones flew miles away, and it flew up the hillside.
When will you be born, Alu, and when will you die?
The sun rises from the east to the east, it is the new moon to the west.
There are piles of dead people on Yuanliu Mountain and countless stars have fallen.
When will you get to the top of the mountain, Alu, when will you go.
You are a star when you come, don't stay when you go.
...
The loud and clear singing sound awakened Lu Zhengkang.
He straightened up slowly, and Yue beside his body also recovered and sat up.
The person who came was Yu in the white robe. He stood silently beside him. On his white body, the shining runes resembled the sun.
Lu Zhengkang sang two low voices to express his gratitude, while Yu remained silent, and his body was also covered by the wind and snow. He just didn't care about it, didn't care about the past, didn't care about loss, the outstanding person who truly carried the will to fall.
The next journey is not complicated. Lu Zhengkang just continued to move forward. He can now remember that he is called Lu, which is already very good. It is not very clear whether he is moving forward or backward.
At least with Yu's help, they are no longer worried. The front is going to bypass the damaged Chongshengyuan Hall. The door of the main hall is already closed. They use the scattered silk cloth in front of the door here as a force to rise, walk from the mountain side path, pass a heavy city gate, and turn to the left hand side. It's a cliff. If you fall from here, you have to climb the snow mountain from the beginning. Lu Zhengkang and Heyue can't bear the price.
But the wind here is so strong that even Baipao Yu didn’t mean to fight hard. They hid behind the gateposts and railings, and walked through the gaps in the wind. The wind blowing in the broken window lattice of the Chongshengyuan Temple He suddenly wiped the two red robe falling star brushes pale, and the satin tassels on the back were frozen hard, like dried fish hanging under the edge of a window.
The sky was completely gloomy.
The darkness was so bleak, the moonlight concealed and did not dare to show up, hanging indifferently in the wind and snow.
The three star-falling people, such as the three mustard seeds, are far heavier than the snowflakes here.
The railing was broken, and Yue was blown down by the wind. Lu Zhengkang didn't even think about it, and jumped off after him. Fortunately, there is a platform below, which didn't completely fall back into the distance, relying on the floating ridge of the dead sky survey Bone, they can still climb up.
In this way, it is finally time to pass through Jiexuecheng Pass.
In front of the towering city gate, the thundercloud-filled sky ahead was thick and seamless, and all the lead-gray shades rushed past the dead white thunder and lightning branches, and there were faintly floating calls from the sky.
This is the last obstacle...
Next to the city gate, there was a red robe pendant star sitting on the plate, and did not move on.
The white-robed Yu turned and left silently. He was going to return to the temple. Lu Heyue could only sing in a low voice to say goodbye, but they didn't hear each other slightly.
The red robe hesitating by the city gate suddenly fell to the ground. Lu Zhengkang and Yue hesitated for a while, before hurriedly leaning on the other side and singing continuously.
Singing and singing, the two runes are like flintstones colliding with each other, but the spark cannot be ignited in the snow. The red robe next to the city gate was shredded by the deep snow and blown away by the wind. His red The robe slowly scattered into pieces of red cloth strips, flying, and quickly blown away by the airflow, disappeared...On the rune left, there was exactly one: Jun.
This rune melted into the robes of the two travelers, and they warmed up again.
But the road ahead.
The Yuanliu Mountain is right in front of you.
With such thick snow, Lu Zhengkang doubted whether he could cross this mountainside. In the warm heat, he recalled that in the past, he walked step by step, crossed the sea of ​​clouds, escaped the sky survey and floated, and then reached the middle of the mountain, where it was warm. Extremely, there are countless red silks, clear and warm springs, and...
The cold quickly dissipated their memories. To take advantage of the heat has not completely dissipated, they need to cross the sea of ​​clouds as soon as possible.
As long as you can pass through the sea of ​​clouds.
If Lu Zhengkang still has eyes, he can cry, if he still has thinking, he can cry. But why is he crying? The lifeless ending is not interesting or touching.
Two red robes, staring at the snow moving forward side by side, a gray snowy sky ahead, unobstructed, some are just weed-like tombstones, and the red robes are covered by snow spots.
Keep singing, strangers, strangers who warm each other, if they can reach the top of Yuanliu Mountain, if they can leave in reincarnation, maybe they can really get to know each other.
Gradually I couldn't hear my own singing.
Yue stopped by the side and slowly fell down, Lu Zhengkang wanted to wake him up, but fell down.
It's over, the wind and snow are so big, Yuanliu Mountain is so big that it can't accommodate two pilgrims, everything is over.
...
Alu is a star, flying across the snow-covered sky.
Don't yell the crow in the cloud, there is a brilliant light on Alu's body.
Red robe, red robe, white robe in the shining light.
...
The end awaits every traveler.
The inertia of history will not let travelers fall before the destination. The ancient white-robed elders watched the descendants.
Lu Zhengkang stared at his tombstone. He raised his head, his eyes filled with mediation that were like sky leaks. The glow of Yuanliu Mountain was in the world behind the clouds.
His runes burned violently, and the burst of light whitened his red robe.
As Lu Zhengkang, everything about him is definitely not meaningless. The white tassels looked like the tail of a comet. He soared into the sky and rushed into the deep vortex of the clouds. The sky-surveillance and floating giant circulated beside him like a whale shark. Lu Zhengkang avoided hunting and lightning, but he was getting faster and faster.
There is light at the end of the front, there is endless light! The light of Yuanliu Mountain!
He rushed into the light, passing through a thin barrier like breaking the water surface, everything was bathed in warmth.
If he would cry, then he would certainly cry.
Behind the clouds is a clear sea, and the sky-surveying floats that are in close pursuit are bathed in light and turned into cloth red whales.
Yuanliu Mountain is ahead, ahead. To be over, to be over, Lu Zhengkang flew up and walked through the heavy gatehouses with the red silk in the sky. The sky is blue and the wind is warm. He looked around, a figure rushed out of the sea of ​​clouds, sending out a huge loud singing: Yue!
Lu Zhengkang responded: Deer!
Bathed in their light, the cloth striped creatures also sang fiercely, and the mountains and deserts reverberated, echoing their voices and reflecting their light.
One by one, one by one, tens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of starfallers rushed out of the sea of ​​clouds, they sang, they sang!
Lu Zhengkang looked at the top of the mountain ~EbookFREE.me~ Yuanliu burst out infinitely bright runes, leading him and every star feller.
They ascended to the top of the mountain and landed on the cliff.
The snow on the top of the mountain is clean and gentle.
These star fallers, red and white robe mixed, crowded, singing.
Looking at the end of Yuanliu Mountain, they moved forward, one by one, their singing before such a majestic road, as if chirping. One by one stepped through the narrow gap...the front is light, endless light, they sing, the sound has disappeared, the runes are thin, the existence is also thin, merged into the light, into the infinity, into the upper edge.
The end of a journey.
Suddenly, behind Yuanliu Mountain, a meteor flew out, across the sky, and the fluffy and beautiful tail of the comet was so bright.
Trance, it is the shape of a deer.
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