Chapter 923

To the distance, to the fate.

Lu Zhengkang gazes at the vast desert. The rolling sand dunes are like walking on the solidified smooth waves. Every grain of sand under his feet is a universe. Lu Zhengkang doesn't understand the stories of the universe, just like an ordinary person can't see the story of a flower and a leaf. On the contrary, I don't see as much as I did when I read the appearance.

He's cruising in the desert, limited space, and when he gets close to areas that don't exist, there's a strong wind blowing him back.

The interpretation of the spatial scope of time coordinates is like this, seemingly endless, but only a little bit tossed and turned. The reversal of time and space is to end the infinite into a doomed ending, just like a black hole, light can only enter, but not out.

At the end of the wind, Lu Zhengkang can see the boundless desert. Do those really exist? It should exist. Maybe those are forgotten areas. Lu Zhengkang vaguely saw a red robe with a falling star walking slowly at the other end. He sang a song. The star dropper on the top of the sand dune hesitated for a moment, looked back at Lu Zhengkang, and suddenly he flew over.

He approached, but was also blocked by the wind and sand. Lu Zhengkang was separated from him by a wind barrier, standing in the depression of the sand dune. For a very short distance, it was almost like being within reach. The star droppers had no hands. Maybe it was because of this that they could not get close to each other.

Lu Zhengkang sings: deer.

He also sang: dream.

The sound of singing can not pass through the wind barrier, but there is light, the light wave of singing is clear, and the symbol of singing is clear, which is enough for them to watch each other.

Dream sat down cross knee, deer also sit opposite, they meditate silently.

When Lu Zhengkang woke up from his meditation, the dream had already left. His back was on the top of the hill, singing a song in the distance. Although there was only wind singing, it was really goodbye.

Lu Zhengkang got up and went on his journey.

He turned to climb the sand dune and looked around. Yuanliu mountain was there. It was neither thin and steep nor thick. It was just like a towering pyramid, which had the power to fight against time.

There was a faint song in the distance. Lu Zhengkang chased him. There was no star dropper there. There was a piece of cloth creature. It was the spirit of Yuanliu, which was born in the debris of the viewer. It was like a square red paper kite with a trailing tail. It made a low light sound. Lu Zhengkang sang to it, and the cloth creature circled around him for two weeks, charging his tassels. The red silk strip is the energy source of shangyuanli Holy Land civilization. After flowing in the pipeline for a long time, such advanced creatures are gathered in the strip. They are magnificent scriptures, and each character recorded is a trace of several cosmic civilizations.

When he saw Lu Zhengkang, he jumped up and guided him to a lot of ruins, where there were cloth creatures trapped in the energy pipe. When the super ancient relics are broken, the cloth organisms in these energy pipelines are looking forward to freedom.

Lu Zhengkang will help these guys. Anyway, he is not in a hurry to go to his destination. He will collect more runes and strengthen the power of tassels, so that he can better deal with the snowy beasts at the foot of Yuanliu mountain.

Although there is not much difference, Lu Zhengkang can still feel that it is more dilapidated than last time.

There is no vegetation in the desert. This is not a place where vegetation can grow.

Lu Zhengkang looked at some special colors, like a white Sequin on the sea, flashing. He rushed over and looked at it carefully - it seemed to be a flower.

Are there any flowers here? What kind of flowers can bloom here?

After all, Lu Zhengkang is under a sand dune. Seeing this flower, it has bloomed. It has white petals, pistil, green stem, and a simple little flower. Lu Zhengkang sings to it gently, and it also whispers back. Who planted the flowers rooted in the infinite universe?

Lu Zhengkang stares at the flower, gently swaying in the wind, in the lifeless upper edge, this one, like a mirage, opens in his eyes.

He was silent, suddenly, a meteor fell in the distance, Lu Zhengkang looked up at the meteor, not across the sky, but fell in the desert. When he arrived, a rune fell on a broken relic. It was a meteor, and red silk was scattered around it. Lu Zhengkang approached and meditated silently.

Before long, a song awakened him.

Lu Zhengkang gets up. The rune has gathered the red robe. A star dropper stands in front of him and sings again: pulse.

Lu Zhengkang nodded to him, turned and walked for two steps. Looking back, the pulse still stood in the same place, looking at the Yuanliu mountain in the sky.

He didn't mean to continue the journey, and he didn't sing any more.

Lu Zhengkang stares at the pulse, and finally turns around and continues his journey alone.

There are many readers who come to the place of Yuanliu, but their purposes are not the same. Some people are clearly on the journey, but stop. The biggest advantage here is that if you don't continue to travel, time will not move forward, and it's OK to stay in one place forever, living in a certain time fragment and staying at a certain point in space. The meeting of all people in the world is nothing more than the meeting of two fragments of time. However, some people meet by chance, and some people help each other in the same boat.

Lu Zhengkang sang to his pulse. This time, he really wanted to leave.He remembered the last time he came, there were not so many strange people Maybe he was more careful.

As time goes on, Lu Zhengkang is close to Yuanliu mountain. The sun is slightly dim, and the luster of pink cherry in the desert is fading. It seems that it is getting colder. Lu Zhengkang knows that the air is getting colder, and the low temperature will erase his thinking, and the memory will be gradually blurred.

In the holy place of quicksand, Lu Zhengkang arrived here for the seventh time. This is the only area that is still in operation. Cloth organisms swim in the energy tube and tower, driving the ancient totem machine to rotate - just idling. There is no need to use these power tools here, just like a heart leaving the body is still beating in vain in the blood rush.

Cloth creatures take Lu Zhengkang to the top. There are thousands of cloth creatures trapped here. Lu Zhengkang is familiar with the road. He will save these guys: the seventh time.

Singing in front of the ancient falling star stele, the pillar of light falls, and Lu Zhengkang meditates with his knees crossed.

In the pure white thinking space, the white robed elder gazes silently. He sings and continues to tell the story of the land of fate

Lu Zhengkang doesn't care about this. He really doesn't care. Civilization changes. Everything will come to an end. For a person who is about to be liberated, he is doomed not to see the day when the upper edge stops. He lives in the present, he doesn't live in the past, and he won't face the hopeless future after forgetting. He lives for a short ephemeral life Su Xiangli, my Su Su, if it wasn't for you, I would be the water lily swimming up and down the long river, the vine falling from the tower, the hollow drum, you picking me up, you weaving me, you caressing me, and I would eventually lift your catkin.