V4.Chapter 154

Few people know that there is a flower on the lonely mountain of Lin'an.

But those who know the existence of this flower will never forget it.

Something that stays in your mind will someday spring up in your life.

God believes that.

How long this flower has existed is equal to how long it has rooted in his heart, which is one of the things he once wanted most.

Now he can't use the flower.

But he can give it to others.

This is not used, but it is needed.

He needs the flower, so he will come to get it.

He has been like this all his life. He has been like this since he was a child. If he doesn't ask for anything, he will take it, grab it, grab it. The process doesn't matter. It's good to get it.

He has never considered whether these things belong to him or not.

For him, whatever he has the ability to own, no matter who it belongs to at the beginning, is in his hands.

It's not bullying.

It's a kind of paranoia that melts into the bone marrow.

God doesn't think it's wrong. The world he lives in, the world they live in, is a dark world. There are no so-called moral constraints, no laws, no rules, no right or wrong, only strength.

His paranoia once made him stand out from the dust when he was a teenager, made him high spirited when he was young, and made him fall into the abyss when he was at the peak of his youth. Now, when he is over half of his life, in the age of middle age and old age, he once again stands at the peak of the world.

Bigotry is not a weakness.

It's faith.

There can be no bottom line, or even no humanity, but there must be faith.

This is what sustains the soul.

There is no light in the ruins of the lonely mountain in the dark.

God sat on the tombstone at the last and highest point of the mountain, looking at the bottom, thinking about his mind, silent for a long time.

A fiery red dress of the Phoenix quietly stood beside him, staring at God's ordinary but particularly real side face.

The cemetery is full of grass.

The wind blows across the grass with a subtle but comfortable sound.

The cemetery is cool without the heat of midsummer.

God has been silent, the whole cemetery with his silence and more and more real, and even some repression.

God thought about the flower. He didn't know how long it had passed before he waved his hand: "I haven't seen that flower, but I think it should be very beautiful. That flower is called Shengshi, which is the dragon vein of Zhongzhou, gathering the spirit of Zhongzhou. So how beautiful Zhongzhou is, how beautiful that flower is. "

He turned his head and looked at the Phoenix beside him: "is Zhongzhou beautiful?"

"Not as good as Tiandu."

Phoenix soft voice way, what she says does not hesitate.

Zhongzhou is the most powerful country in this era. Compared with Dongdao, even if it is not the so-called barbarian land, it is far from Zhongzhou. Compared with Tiandu, the territory of Zhongzhou is not comparable.

But for Phoenix, Zhongzhou is not as good as Tiandu.

"What belongs to your highness is the most beautiful."

She whispered.

"Well."

God's expression was flat and light. He nodded and chuckled: "Zhongzhou, once belonged to me..."

"So Zhongzhou used to be very beautiful."

God smiles and nods: "it doesn't matter. When we get the dragon vein, Zhongzhou will be ours sooner or later."

"Dragon veins..."

The Phoenix hesitated for a moment.

God's eyes turned and fell on her.

"I heard that dragon veins are in..."

After thinking about it, she suddenly didn't know how to call that person: "dragon vein seems to have been given to him by Wuwei master."

In the end, she could only use a very vague word.

"Yes."

God calmly nodded: "so now he is the dragon, is also the flower."

"Then you..."

Phoenix hesitated more and more.

"It doesn't matter."

God soft voice way: "dragon vein in him, always better than disappeared.". There are flowers on him, and there are roots here. When he dies and the blood sprinkles on this land, there will be flowers again. "

His voice was soft and indifferent: "any plant needs nutrients."

The Phoenix wants to talk and stops, and is silent at last.

She has a lot to say.

There is a flower on the lonely mountain.

This flower is a dragon vein.

It's not only Tiandu purgatory that knows this, it's not only Li Shi.

As far as Zhongzhou is concerned, at least Beihai Wangs and Kunlun city also know the existence of this flower.

And we should also know that Li Tianlan is carrying the dragon vein.

Wang family and Kunlun city in Beihai naturally want this flower.

But the reason why they want to kill Li Tianlan has nothing to do with this flower.

Naturally, this may be because Kunlun city and Beihai Wang family have hidden the fact about this flower, but Phoenix always thinks that if Li Tianlan's blood is sprinkled on this land, it will reactivate the dragon vein in Zhongzhou.

"It's not going to be easy."

God seemed to know what Phoenix was worried about. He narrowed his eyes: "this flower is naturally wanted by Wang family of Beihai and Kunlun City, but they can't get it. Even if Li Tianlan died, they can't get it. Because they don't dare to pay that price, since they can't get it, they won't think about it. But I'm not the same. They all say I'm crazy. I don't care about some costs. Since they are so cowardly, this flower is naturally mine. "

"It's not cowardice."

A faint voice rang out.

The sound is far away, very old, but it condenses into a line, across the whole graveyard, and rings in their ears.

God looks at the distance without expression.

Phoenix looks down from the top.

She is a half step master, even at night, her sight is still far away.

An old man appeared at the other end of the cemetery.

He seemed to come in a hurry, so he looked haggard, but his steps did not stop at all.

Across the tombstone, across the grass.

That some old, some rickets figure, floating like a shadow, soon came to two people in front.

Phoenix hesitated, or subconsciously slightly bow.

Li Honghe, who arrived in Lin'an from Youzhou, didn't go to see the Phoenix, just looked at the God.

The tombstone is very high, God is sitting on it, Li Honghe needs to look up.

The air was quiet for a moment, even the wind seemed to be silent.

This is the meeting after more than 20 years. Everything is so strange and familiar.

God looked at Li Honghe quietly.

Two people gaze at each other, one looks down, the other looks up, both are expressionless.

Li Honghe's breath is still weak.

But his eyes are a little bit of condensation, eyebrows also gradually suddenly.

"Come down!"

He looked at the God on the tombstone, his voice was dignified and heavy, severe as an order.

"Are you angry?"

Long enough to seem to be a lifetime no longer meet again, God gently laughed.

His smile was gentle, but the light in his eyes was gradually distorted.

He patted the tombstone on which he was sitting.

His action is not heavy, but the whole tombstone is shocked, the huge tombstone has been covered with cracks.

"Is it because of this?"

God asked.

"Come down!"

Li Honghe's voice was low, similar to a low roar.

Now he has fallen into the invincible situation, with weak breath and weak fighting power. But at this time, he has a kind of awe inspiring and fierce, just like an old lion who has been touched by his own territory. Although he is old, he can still wave his claws.

God jumped off the tombstone.

The tombstone is really high, higher than his whole body.

So God needs to look up like a tombstone.

"The tomb of Xue Jingcheng."

He said, looking at the tombstone without expression.

His figure turned his back to Li Honghe. In the middle of summer, his voice was like the wind blowing from hell, with endless cold and bloody smell: "I can probably understand the position of this gravestone in your heart. Lie here, are Li's heroes, they have no regrets for Li, until eternal sleep. The people in this cemetery, every drop of blood, every wound, every life, are their contributions to Li. So here is supreme in your heart, not to be profaned, not to allow me to sit on it. In your heart, I don't respect the dead, do I? "

Li Honghe's face twitched and didn't speak.

"But why should I respect it?"

God's voice is still cold, he did not look back, but pointed to the tombstone in front of him: "who is Xue Jingcheng? He's my brother! The first one to follow me