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He was muddle-headed like a ghost at night. His godless eyes looked straight at the distance, saying that he was looking into the distance. He didn't look at anything empty, and he was more like a blind person. If he is really blind, it would be great. Even his heart will be blind, so that he will never feel pain from now on.

Even if he was in such pain, he still held the jade flute tightly, and a familiar heat came from the source of the jade flute to warm his hands, his body and his heart.

"That's also good, isn't it?" A beautiful female voice came from the jade flute, and the voice was accompanied by a few faint rays. The voice seemed to be persuading him and testing him to see if he was still angry again. So the tone is a little lack of confidence and a little stammering.

Fu Sheng's hand holding the jade flute trembled. Is this good? He sealed Xiaowei's last wandering soul in the jade flute, and this flute really became a part of his life. No, it should be said that it was more important than his life. If he is desperate to sacrifice everything for Xiaowei, what right does he have to blame her? He hated himself for not protecting her and eventually making her a wandering soul. He hated that he was a step late to stop her suicide. He hated his incompetence for only keeping a trace of wandering soul and not saving her.

"Floating life, are you blaming me? Are you angry?" Xiao Wei's nervous voice sounded again. Fu Sheng raised the jade flute and felt that Xiao Wei was standing in front of him, but there was no warmth in his arms. The emptiness in his arms made him in a trance for a moment. Is he going to disappear with him?

"Xiao Wei, I'm not angry with you. I, I dare not face you. Give me some time and it will be fine. I will also find a way to bring you back to life. Fusheng's tone was soft, but his eyes still hid the sadness that he wanted to hide but couldn't hide.

"No, even the Pangu Creator can't do anything. Let's follow our destiny and let nature take its course. That's good. Can't we be together forever? No one can stop us anymore." Fusheng was shocked again when he heard Xiaowei's words. Xiaowei sacrificed everything for him and wanted to stay together for a long time. However, how could he give her a forever life in the end? He only has a hundred years of life left.

"Floating life? Floating life? What's wrong with you?" At this time, Xiaowei had no body. She could not touch the floating life and no physical contact, so she felt less thorough about his emotional fluctuation. I'm afraid that she can't grasp the other party's feelings, but she has to get used to it slowly, because she will be with Fusheng in this form in the future.

"No, it's nothing." Fusheng pressed his heart to the bottom of his heart. How could he say those words? Xiaowei has suffered so much hardships. Do you still need her to bear these?

"Then let's go back. Yuechen is still in the cave, and Qin Feng doesn't know how it is now?" Xiaowei reminds Fu Shengdao.

"Hmm." Fusheng didn't say anything else, but turned into a streamer and flew in the direction of Tianmu Mountain.

In a blink of an eye, they fell on the top of Tianmu Mountain. When Fusheng saw the stone man on the top of the mountain, he added a lot of worries in his heart. His eyes, which were originally Qingming, were stained with water mist. He went to the stone man and knelt down respectfully:

"Disciple Fusheng took Xiao Weiyiqi and paid a visit to the master." After waiting for a long time, there was no echo on Tianmu Mountain, only the never-ending wind. And his lonely figure.

"Floating life, Lady Nuwa is actually very happy." After a while, Xiaowei's voice sounded. She was comforting Fu Sheng and telling him that Xiaowei was also happy.

Isn't Nuwa and Xuanqing the current floating life and Xiaowei? Is it important as long as you have each other in your heart in what form? Fusheng heard the meaning of Xiaowei's words, but his heart was more painful. He knew that Xiaowei said this for his wholeheartedness. Who would be willing to be a wandering soul? Without freedom, without the wandering soul of the body, nothing can be done, and more afraid and dependent on living in the host forever. Once Xiaowei's jade flute is broken, then Xiaowei will not even be able to retain the last trace of wandering soul.

"Well, let's go." Floating life got up to hide all the sadness and pretended to be relaxed.

They jumped down from the hole and saw that the priest had been clicked on the acupuncture point, and still kept holding the knife motion, while Yuechen hid far away from him in a corner and his body trembled and his face was ugly. It has been several days since she has never drunk water or eaten anything. Her body has reached the limit, but she has been forced to endure it and did not faint. She saw Fusheng coming, and a long-lost smile flashed on her stiff face. A light smile made her relax a lot, and then she fainted.

Floating life picked up Yuechen and the high priest and flew out and left Tianmu Mountain. Qin Feng still didn't have time to save her. At present, the moon dust is in danger, and it is urgent to save her.

However, the situation at the foot of the mountain is also not so optimistic. After the catastrophe, the world suffered a flood that has not been encountered for ten thousand years. In the face of the huge flood, people feel that they are very small. If it is not for the spiritual redemption of Nuwa and Fusheng, then the world will become a vast ocean, and more creatures will be swallowed up by the flood and poison all over the wild.

There are broken tiles on the ground, countless houses washed away by the water have collapsed, and almost no intact building can be seen. Even the palace has not been spared. So which private house here is comparable to the firmness of the palace? A piece of mess, full of barbarians. But everyone's face is still full of joy. After such a great catastrophe, they can still survive. What are they dissatisfied with? As long as you live, there is hope for everything.

The buds that have just grown on the dead wood in the distance are beckoning their little hands in the breeze.

People in the world are praising the merits of Nuwa and her disciple Fusheng, and the children have also compiled children's songs:

"The sky is panicked, the earth is rumbled, and the beast flood swallows people's lives. Colorful light, golden, the top of Tianmu Mountain shows its power. Save all sentient beings, the name is Yuanyang, and Nuwa floats to worship all over the world.

"Fu Sheng, Nuwa and you are really respected by the world." There is Xiaowei's admiration and pride in her words. The man she likes is really a real man.

"It's just a false reputation." Fu Sheng didn't care about these before, but now only Xiaowei in his heart is the same.

"It's different. You really did these things for the world. They are impressed by your kindness, which is the most popular." Xiaowei retorted Fu Sheng's words and said.

"It's not rare to win people's hearts. I only care about getting a little demon's heart. When Fu Sheng said this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He should feel happy now. Even if there are so many people's wishes, things are still going for the better. No one can stop them from falling in love again.

"Did you get it?" Xiao Weiqiao said with a smile, but no one can see her smile. Except for floating life, he has already engraved Xiaowei's smile in his heart instead of just staying in his eyes.

"Little fox, are you laughing at me?" Fusheng was also in a much better mood with their conversation and laughter. In the past few days, the haze in my heart has seen the feeling of sunshine.

"I dare not!" Xiaowei hurriedly "begged for mercy" and said.

"Fu Sheng, how can we find them in such a mess here?" Xiaowei put away the joke and said to the right thing, with some anxiety and helplessness in his tone.

"Don't forget that I am God!" Fusheng said confidently. Such domineering words, from his mouth, it feels so calm and natural to accept

Xiao Wei smiled happily and knew that he was there, and everything would be solved. Fu Sheng closed his eyes and ignored the chaotic interference of the outside world. In this way, Xiaowei watched and appreciated his concentration. A breeze brushed the temples of the floating green silk mixed with a few silver threads under the injection of the sun. How can this kind of subtle action escape from Xiaowei's eyes? In a trance, she seemed to see the god who poured everything for herself thousands of years ago. How could this happen? She was stunned. What does this mean? She knows everything about the decline of heaven and man. In the end, they couldn't escape the trick of fate. She stretched out her non-existent jade hand and gently brushed her cheek. Fu Sheng's heart trembled slightly. He felt her movements, but Xiaowei didn't know that he had felt it. He also knew why Xiaowei's eyes were full of sadness, but he could only pretend that he didn't know anything.

When she was still thinking nonsense, Fu Sheng opened the bright eyes of the stars again. A sense of self-confidence filled his eyes. Xiaowei quickly withdrew his hand and covered his expression. Even if she thought he couldn't see it, it was still hidden by her habit.

"How did you find it?" Xiaowei's tone was light and pleasant, as if he had never had anything on his mind. She knew in her heart that this pain was not willing to be mentioned by Fusheng. What if there is no eternal life? As long as they get along with each other and have a happy day. If he goes to her, she doesn't want this trace of soul, just let them escape into nothingness together.

"Well, I found it." He knew that Xiaowei saw his limit, but she didn't say it. In this way, they didn't say anything and kept each other's secrets together. One had seen it but pretended not to know, and the other had clearly seen her pretended, but also regarded it as not knowing it. No one will talk about this pain. They will live the rest of their lives freely and happily.

Floating life disappeared with the moon dust and the priest, and then appeared at the foot of a remote mountain. At the foot of the mountain, Qing Lingyun was lighting a fire and cooking there. The white and beautiful jade face was extremely darkened by firewood, and it could not be seen that he was a talented man from a family. The clothes are also a little dirty. No wonder it's lucky to die in such a disaster. There is no place to have the energy to dress up, and he is just a mortal, and it is impossible to keep clean like a fairy.

Qing Lingyun focused on blowing a charcoal. He didn't expect a gust of wind to come fiercely. He suddenly changed the direction of the wind and blew it on his face. It happened that the burning spark was just blown to his face. The pain made his tears swirl in his eyes, but he didn't cry. As soon as I looked up, I saw them floating, and my expression of surprise and joy was beyond words.

"You guys, you are finally back." The tears that were spinning in my eyes just now are really dripping out. There were tears on his dark face, like the long-dried river bed suddenly injecting water and washing away the dust on his face. If you reach out your little black hand, you will hug Fu Sheng.

Fusheng was a little overwhelmed by his enthusiasm and quickly dodged. Qing Lingyun knew that he was rude and stopped his stupid movements. He was a little embarrassed. His dark face was still a little ruddy and mixed in it, which was a little like it was ripe and was going to break into red dates. Fusheng ignored him and hurriedly sent Yuechen to his arms. He said lightly:

"She is not in good condition. I guess she is hungry. Feed her some food quickly." The priest was also handed over to Qing Lingyun, and he was about to go up the mountain to find Qin Feng.

Qing Lingyun saw that there was nothing wrong with Yuechen, and his hanging heart was relieved again. He suddenly thought of something:

"Why didn't you see Miss Xiaowei?"

The footsteps of floating life turned around stopped again, and his body trembled a little. No one saw his lost expression flash by, but only Xiaowei could feel his mood. He didn't answer and continued to move forward. Qing Lingyun's relieved heart came up again when he didn't get the answer. How could he not know such a big movement on the mountain and in the sky that day? I'm afraid that I can't see the people who come back. He also wanted to ask, but the figure of floating life leaving resolutely made him unable to ask, as if every word would bring a deep burden to the heart of the god as great as a mountain.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Lord God! The King of Qin asked me to give you a message. He has returned safely and has returned to the Emperor's Palace. He is organizing his disciples to help the world rebuild their homes. The king of Qin in his mouth refers to Qin Feng himself.

Fusheng calmed down when he heard the good news, and he didn't have to waste his limited time on these trivial things. After saying this, Qing Lingyun was busy with the annoying fire. He didn't do such a thing at all, but there were still people waiting for his meal. Fusheng was also in a good mood. He raised his red spiritual power and went straight to the pile of firewood. When the spiritual power hit, the firewood burned. The fire was not very fierce, but it could just heat and cook the rice.

"Ha, Lord God, thank you!" Qing Lingyun smiled on his face and looked at Fusheng and thanked him.

"Uh-huh!" There was no other farewell, and he was about to leave. When he had just passed the old priest, someone under the mask made a sound.

"I can almost save that girl." This sentence came abruptly. The people present couldn't understand it, but it didn't mean that the person he was talking to couldn't understand.

"Are you not faint?" Qing Lingyun said to the masked man.

He saw that Fu Sheng stopped, but did not turn around. Zhifusheng didn't believe in himself very much. He said, "The wandering soul in the jade flute. I think I have a way to repair her. I'm the high priest of the eternal clan."

"Ah? You are the high priest. I can't find you, what kind of wandering soul in the jade flute? What are you talking about? Qing Lingyun couldn't figure it out at all, as if he were an outsider. For a while, I was happy, and for a while, I was confused.

"Conditions?" Fusheng said in a restrained tone. He didn't want others to hear his excited tone, but just leaked his mind at the fingertips of the finger of the jade flute.

"There are no conditions." The high priest said cheerfully.

"Why?" Fusheng doesn't believe these human words. They are all a group of clever ants. They won't do things without benefits.

"Because you have saved the world. Just by this kind of righteousness!" The high priest said righteously, with awe-inspiring in his words, and he was not pretentious at all. The tone is sincere and cannot be rejected.

"Thank you!" Fusheng turned around and said solemnly to the people under him.

This news shocked him no less than his rebirth, and it's better than this. I'm looking forward to it...