Chapter 922

Deer, walking alone, the day is still very bright, the sun is about to fall back to Yuanliu mountain, the sun and the moon are still the celestial bodies of time. But the time here is not linear. The time coordinate here is the spatial coordinate. If you don't walk towards the Yuanliu mountain, the sun won't move. The space here is also time. He has only one way and one scope to go, which is the pilgrimage road.

We have to follow the damaged, super ancient relics to Yuanliu mountain. It's not the first time that Lu Zhengkang has come He knew that the real danger was that at the foot of the mountain, the power of living turned into wind and snow and floating in the sky, killing their star droppers and freezing their bodies and minds into ice stones.

The falling star has no body and no pain. The only danger is that the robe on the body will be frozen and torn. These are the experiences of the past. If these things are broken and dusty, the falling star will die, and the rune will be exposed, which will become a legacy for later generations.

The biggest danger is forgetting.

Death is forgetting, and living is the biggest forgetting. Forgetting is the end, and the end will also lead to forgetting. There is no death after forgetting. After forgetting, all the glory and pain will dissipate, the waves of the universe will subside, and the vibration of the heartstrings will subside. Forget this thing. It's so clean.

But in short, if the falling star still remembers its own existence, it will not die. If there are two falling stars walking together, they can sing each other's real names and warm each other Remember each other's names.

Falling star is selfless, helping others to make a successful pilgrimage is the only achievement in this desolate place.

Lu Zhengkang didn't know if he could meet a companion this time Maybe, that's good. They can - Lu Zhengkang is walking in the desert, and he will soon see the sanctuary in front of him. Naturally, it is collapsed - if the fallen stars have companions, they can sing to each other, activate each other's tassels, and let them fly, that's the best. If they meet experienced fallen stars, or even those mysterious ancient white robed fallen stars, It couldn't be better.

But he didn't hope that he would meet someone. In such a hard journey, any expectation and waiting are luxurious and thrilling. Don't expect company, or even directness. Don't expect it.

Lu Zhengkang looked down at his red robe. There are fine lines on it. Each line is a story, a story of his separation. The more stories he carries, the stronger the red robe will be Liao is more tenacious than nothing. No matter how tough the red robe is, it's just a piece of broken paper when attacked by the sky patrol. Only he can understand these stories. He can read them from time to time, so that he can know who they are.

OK, my name is Lu Zhengkang, which is very clear.

This rune is empty knight, this one is Luyuan Bodhisattva, this one is three eyed troll, this one is assassin It turned out that my past was so rich that I didn't realize it.

He looked down and was fascinated. Suddenly he looked up. On the sky, behind Yuanliu mountain, there was a star flying in the sky. It was a falling star. Was he a new viewer? Or from the source mountain completed a reincarnation, to leave the liberation of people? Lu Zhengkang stares, his eyes are chasing, and the meteor is trailing its tail. What a beautiful comet tail, it's like a snowflake.

The more beautiful the world is, the greater the sin is to forget.

Lu Zhengkang takes back his eyes and goes on to the sanctuary. On the ruins of buildings everywhere, the old and broken cloth floats in the wind and sand, like a spirit staying on the ruins of time and silence. Lu Zhengkang lights up these extremely ancient cloth strips with singing, and the light burns them out. Then, red silk cloth flies out. A lot of silk cloth are corpses and spirits. These ancient wrecks are not forgotten yet. They light up Lu Zhengkang's tassels.

Singing evokes memories - and that's why it activates these ancient remains.

He was going to the pilgrim gate at the other end of the bridge.

However, don't worry. He explored here. There are many more buried places in the wind and sand of the decadent Tang Dynasty. He found three runes here, which extended his tassel a lot. Now, he can fly further. In addition, there are also murals on the ancient pilgrimage road. After the stele is set up by singing, the murals will appear, telling the story of the ancient white robes building the upper kingdom.

None of this has been forgotten.

Lu Zhengkang suddenly saw a white robe flying in the distance. Carelessly, it was like a bird. He was surprised and rushed to catch up. But the white robe disappeared in the distance, leaving only a clear song: Huang.

Huang, this is the Rune of the falling star.

Stunned, Lu Zhengkang flew over the broken bridge, and the man had disappeared completely. On the edge is the superposition of countless time and space, don't see that Huang appeared in front of him, but in fact, they are just two straight lines slightly staggered.

It's a white robe. Lu Zhengkang is envious of the ancients. They have tassels as long as a comet's tail, endless mana, and absolutely firm memory. They repeated the samsara again and again, trying to postpone the fate, to postpone the forgetting, and to fight against the flood of fate again and again.

Such achievements are beyond the understanding of those low-level life like Ephemeroptera, and there is no need to understand them. Many things don't matter if they don't stand at the same height.At the gate of the pilgrim, Lu Zhengkang wakes up the steles on both sides of the ancient falling star stele by singing. A pillar of light is cast in front of the falling star stele. It is clear that Lu Zhengkang steps into the pillar of light and sits down cross legged.

He fell into meditation.

The world of meditation is pure white, which blurs all traces like chaos In the white depths, a tall white robed man floated out slowly. Lu Zhengkang looked up at Chongwei's white robed elder.

The white robed elder sings softly, so the pure white light fades away, and Lu Zhengkang sees: the ancient memory.

This is the beginning of everything, and everything starts from it. As a result, concepts are born, the universe is born, and life is born. It is mana and memory that ancient people pursue the power of fate. They use it to build a grand country in the land of fate.

The memory faded away, and the light of the old star falling stele in front of Lu Zhengkang's eyes was dim. Similarly, the door of pilgrims slowly opened.

He marched forward At the bright end of the corridor behind the door, there seems to be a small shadow, singing: too.

Lu Zhengkang hastened to sing: deer.

Just, that person didn't respond, suddenly jump - another left.

Lu Zhengkang chased him, but he didn't see him again after all.

Across the corridor - face to face, the light reflected on the edge of the desert is like soft pink thin cherry, and the sky is blue like a mirror.

The nearer we get to Yuanliu mountain, the more the sun sets.

Lu Zhengkang looked down at his robe and remembered his name all the time.