205 Xiaoxiang's dream is like a cloud

Although the souls under the sword have been sucked into the sword and are no longer here, they are still shrouded in countless grievances. Dark clouds float in the air, and the sun, moon and stars cannot shine here. After the baptism of countless magic swords and ice crystals, the earth is now unbearable. Countless ravines are criscrossed, flowers and trees have also been No, the corpses that have been turned into ice crumbs are covered with the ground, and the earth presents a strange red, and the red color is fading. I don't know when it has turned into a black.

Here, it is so desolate and tragic.

The sound of the secluded cave Xiao sounded, and the sound of the flute was melodious, beautiful and elegant, like thinking, crying like pearls and jade jumping, like a spring splashing, like a group of flowers competing for beauty, but hundreds of birds left, the spring flowers fell, like a drizzle, and there was a desolate and solemn image of killing.

I don't have you in this life, even if it is a beautiful scenery, but it is also boring.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Jiu Lixuan looked down at the dark and cracked ground. The sense of powerlessness of his body came. He could only kneel on the ground and support the weight of his body with the sword in his hand. However, the sense of powerlessness became stronger and stronger that he could not support his weight and fell to the ground. His eyes were full of Anger and humiliation, he said hatefully, "How can this be? How can it be?"

After Nangong Xia entered the stone house, the evil spiritual power on the jade went to his body. At this time, his heart was extremely angry, and Nangong Xia, who was angry, recklessly attacked all his spiritual power to the evil spiritual power, so that his sea of knowledge was empty. However, for a long time, the evil spiritual power from the jade had been suppressed by him. At this time, his heart also became empty, and his anger gradually dissipated.

After anger, there was a burst of Qingming. Nangong Xia had no sadness or joy in his heart. At this time, what he had in his heart was just a kind of indifference, a kind of indifference that the world collapsed in front of him and would not care about it, and a kind of indifference that was detached from the world.

After all his anger calmed down, Nangong Xia found himself in the sea of knowledge, but this sea of knowledge was no longer what he had known before. In the past, the sea of knowledge should be covered by the sea of spiritual power. However, at this time, the sea of knowledge was extremely close to nature. The sea formed by spiritual power still exists, but knowledge Unexpectedly, there are some desolate islands in the sea. At this time, Nangong Xia is on such an island. At this time, he is like a mortal and has no ability to fly.

The island is desolate, all of which are small blue sand grains. Unlike the real world, there are no impurities such as shells on the island. The sand is so soft and pure that Nangong Xia lies on this beach. The sky is as blue as a wash. Although the sun cannot be seen, it still gives Nangong Xia a warm feeling. Nangong Xia looked at such a sky. Such a sky is very similar to the place where it was in the Tianyu world. There is no sun, but the sky is still bright, which can still give people a warm meaning.

Looking at the beautiful sky, Nangong Xia was a little lost. He felt as if he was about to fly into the sky and be one with the sky. There seemed to be gusts of breeze blowing, bringing an intoxicating fragrance of flowers, but it made Nangong Xia feel a little drowsy. Nangong Xia closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In his sleep, Nangong Xia seemed to come to his childhood. He was only about eight or nine years old and was sitting in front of the desk. At this time, he was writing in his hand and practicing writing on paper. There seemed to be an adult man next to say anything more, but Nangong Xia only saw the other party speak, but he could not hear any sound at all and could not see the man's appearance clearly. Nangong Xia only felt that the furnishings in this room were gorgeous, but they were not what ordinary rich families could have. It seemed that they were rich or noble.

I don't know whether it was because his handwriting was too naive or because he was absent-minded. The adult man seemed to be angry. He picked up Nangong Xia's hand and then fought with a ruler. Soon Nangong Xia's left hand was swollen, but Nangong Xia did not feel any pain.

After that, he began to write again, but the man seemed to be very dissatisfied with the current result, and there seemed to be anger on his face.

I don't know how long it took. A chill came. Nangong Xia frowned and then woke up from the cold. Nangong Xia found that the sky was black at this time, and the chill hit him, which made him feel a little chill. He got up and went inside, just to find a place to avoid the wind, although he also knew it in his heart. The island is so small that there is no shelter from the wind.

I don't know when it started, and there was a vast white fog rising around me, and I couldn't distinguish myself from others. Nangong Xia felt that his spiritual consciousness was gradually disappearing, and he seemed to return to the state of chaos. All the cause and effect and all the rules were turned into nothingness at this time.

In the mansion, a baby's first cry came. A woman in the room opened the door and said to the people outside the house, "Congratulations, you are a prince."

Nan Gongxia felt that he had regained consciousness, so he passed through the door like a ghost and floated into the house.

A woman lay weakly on **, and a very weak baby lay on the side. The baby closed his eyes gently and put his two small hands tightly on his face. It felt like a big hairless mouse. Although it was very ugly, it gave people a very cuteness and wanted to gently hold him in his arms. The feeling.

After March.

"Faband, the child's name hasn't been named yet." When the woman saw that her husband was just staring at the child, she asked.

"Call him Liu Zhi." The man reached out and touched the child's face, and his face was also affectionate.

Nangong Xia looked at all this, but there was a kind of excitement in his heart, but his existence was unknown.

My mother's face is tired, but she still gently holds her baby.

I don't know when the scene changed. At this time, Nangong Xia felt that he had become the child named Liu Zhi. At this time, he pulled another little girl to stand on the river boat, while Liu Zhi's father came to them with a long sword. They were afraid and had to retreat step by step and soon retreat. Go to the edge of the guardrail.

"Sima Yuan, don't be afraid, it's okay." However, as soon as Liu Zhi finished his words, his father stabbed the little girl named Sima Yuan with his sword. Liu Zhi pushed the little girl out, but he was stabbed by a long sword and fell into the vast Han River. The last thing Liu Zhi heard was the little girl's sad cry.

And the little girl actually coincided with the long-dead Sima Hanling. The same size, the same appearance, different, maybe only the demeanor.

In a cave, Nangong Xia lay on the ground. His clothes were ragged, his whole body was scarred, and there were many poisonous insects on his body. If it hadn't been for the ** of his mouth from time to time, almost no one would think that he was a living thing. However, at this time, Nangong Xia's heart was indifferent, and he didn't think about anything, and no one complained.

The tinkling sound of the piano remembered that all the blood had gone away. Nangong Xia was sitting in the room listening to Yingqi playing the piano. At this time, what she played was a song.

The green is green, and the white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and long.

From it, it is in the middle of the water.

......

After the song, he heard Yingqi gently open his red lips and whispered. You have to leave like this."

"Zhuxia is in danger of overturning, and the blood stained battlefield is the ultimate destination of our seven-foot men." Nangong Xiadao, but at this moment, he felt a little strange in his heart, but there was something wrong, but he couldn't say it for a moment.

"Well, take care and remember to come back." Yingyu said, at this time, she turned around and took out a gem from her clothes. She handed the gem to Nangong Xia, and then said, "This is the amulet I have brought since I was a child. You have to keep it properly, and I will wait for you to come back."

"Hmm." Nangong Dao put away the jade, but at this time, the doubts in his heart became stronger and stronger. He picked up the sword and turned away.

At this time, Yingqi changed into a red suit. Feng Guanxiapei, tired and drooping. Yingqi, dressed in a wedding dress, smiled sadly and then lit all her bamboo houses.

Nangxia watched everything here burn into ashes, but his heart hurt so much that he covered his heart and knelt on the ground.

I don't know when Nangong Xia's figure was getting lighter and lighter. He flew up, but he didn't know where to go. At this time, Nangong Xia saw a red black bird flying forward in front of him, so he chased after him and was blocked by the blackbird.

Before the Xuanniao came to a hall, she had turned into a beautiful woman in red. She pointed to a woman in white lying on the jade platform not far away and whispered to Nangong Xia, "She died because of you. Don't you keep this matter in your heart?"

"Death because of me?!" Nangong Xia turned his head and looked at the woman lying flat. The woman was so familiar, but Nangong Xia couldn't remember anything. Nangong Xia wanted to ask, but there was only one word left.

When the woman in red came to a pool, Nangong Xia jumped into the pool. His body was corroded by the pool water and then turned into nothingness. The pain came like acupuncture all over his body. He did not know that thousands of years had passed, so that he forgot all kinds of things in his previous life.

I don't know when the feeling of the body gradually returned, and the acupuncture pain gradually disappeared. When the chill hit, Nangong Xia had returned to the sea of knowledge. He rubbed his sore head, sorted out his troubled thoughts, and then got up and continued to look for shelter.

"What a big lotus." Nangong Xia Dao, it turned out that after he had not gone long, he had found that the place he was in had turned into a big lotus flower. The petals were stacked and were extremely beautiful. He reached out and stroked the lotus flower. The silk ice on the lotus flower came, which made the confusion of Nangong Xia's early awakening dissipate, and the spiritual power came from the spiritual flowers. , but gave him a very familiar and strange feeling. At this moment, it seemed that something flashed from his heart. He lowered his head and thought about it. After a long time, he remembered the use of this big lotus flower.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the lotus, and then attracted the spiritual power of those lotuses to pour into his body. The spiritual power poured in, which made Nangong Xia feel abnormally full. After a long time, he felt that there was no spiritual power coming from the lotus flower. With his light body, he left the lotus flower and turned around and flew up.

There, there seems to be something calling him.

"How can it be? How can you wake up from Xiaoxiang's dream so quickly?" A voice was surprised, but not long after, he only heard the voice and said alone, "It turned out that you didn't have any distractions in your heart, otherwise, how could you wake up from Xiaoxiang's dream?"

Nang Gongxia was strange, but he ignored the sound and just continued to go up.

"But it's a pity that if you are lost in Xiaoxiang's dream forever, you can avoid a lot of pain, but at this time, you can only be exiled to the eternal forgotten place." The voice said, after saying that, the sky, which was originally a clear sky, had become dark clouds in an instant.