Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In Wuchao, the Golden Crows watched the great battle.

No!

A massacre!

The edge of Wuchao fell into a dead silence.

On the beach, Emperor Xunyang's eyes were dull, and suddenly, two lines of tears slowly fell from his eyes.

He did not look at Qin Xuan's battle, and his body suddenly trembled, as if he was sobbing.

It was hard to imagine that he was once a great emperor, who once dominated the world, who once crisscrossed the world and suppressed the existence in the forbidden land, but now he seemed like a teenager.

He was sobbing, and finally, it turned into crying and howling.

This voice made the many Golden Crows look confused.

In the distant world, Qin Hongyi seemed to have noticed something, and looked back at the figure in the world, like a speck of dust.

"Brother Changqing!"

Qin Xuan appeared in front of Qin Hongyi, and Qin Hongyi couldn't help but speak.

"Why is he crying? Isn't he the Great Emperor?"

Qin Hongyi frowned, "What is that lingering thought?"

Qin Xuan glanced at the edge of the Wuchao Land. On his waist, the Hunyuan Swallowing Heaven Gourd had already collected the magic weapons and immortal weapons of several great geniuses.

"The Great Emperor is just one of the living beings. The devil suffers from love. Brother Changqing is not him, but I think that he became a saint and an emperor by this way. The obsession and bitterness in his heart are enough to move the world." Qin Xuan gently stroked Hongyi's hair.

"Let's go. What is that lingering thought? It has nothing to do with you and me. He... has little time left. Why bother him!"

Qin Hongyi turned around and looked at Qin Xuan.

"What is the way of Hongyi, Brother Changqing?" She was a little confused. The fifth level of Hunyuan was very close to becoming a saint.

Qin Xuan couldn't help but chuckle and said, "You should ask Hong Yi about the way of Hong Yi! You will understand when you become a saint!"

Qin Hong Yi nodded slightly in bewilderment. For some reason, she felt a little sad when she saw Xun Yang, who should have been a lofty emperor, but now was a childish boy in pain.

Shouldn't the emperor be lofty? How could he be so embarrassed for a relationship or a person?

Is this also the emperor?

Qin Hong Yi asked herself, she couldn't help but hold Qin Xuan's hand, as if only that not-so-broad hand could calm her down a little.

...

In Wuchao, Xun Yang cried until his tears were almost dry.

He slowly stood up and looked at this world. Except for the disappeared giant island, it seemed that there was no difference from usual.

Xun Yang turned around almost numbly and went in the direction of Wuchao Emperor Wood.

Along the way, many Golden Crows saw his numb figure and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

But Xun Yang seemed to care nothing.

Until he walked under the Emperor Wood, leaned quietly on the edge of the Emperor Wood, and sat there.

His eyes were red as if they were congested.

"Emperor Wood, you said that she has been in the world all her life, why did she choose me?"

"I am just an ordinary person in the wilderness."

Xun Yang spoke softly, but his voice was hoarse and trembling.

Emperor Wood did not answer, but Xun Yang was a little mocking.

"My name is Xunyang. I have slaughtered people all my life. I have committed many sins and entered the reincarnation cycle. I just want to see her again and ask her if she really cared about me in those short years!"

"When I was young, I didn't dare to ask this question, for fear that everything would be in vain. But when I knew she was Xianyang, the emperor Xianyang, I finally understood why she was so calm when she was with me."

"No great joy, no great sorrow, no great laughter, no great anger..." Xunyang smiled with his head down, "But in the end, I still don't know. That day, I went to get flowers. I stood in front of the wooden house for a long time. I knew that she should have waited for a long time, but in the end, I never asked!"

Xunyang laughed continuously, his hands grasped the ground, and there was some dust in his palms, which slowly drifted away.

Suddenly, a fallen leaf fell quietly in front of him.

This leaf is as big as an elephant, spreading in front of Xunyang. Immediately, this leaf changes, turning into the size of an ordinary leaf, shining with light, and turning into a red-gold Golden Crow.

"Xunyang, you already have the answer! You have been searching for a lifetime, but you don't know that the answer was already there when you went to get the flower!"

"I once taught Xianyang that it was arrogant all its life, but the world has its own yin and yang. Under the arrogance, there is also a bit of sadness and loneliness. How many times has it been here, overlooking the world, lonely and sad."

"The Golden Crow clan is feared by her, the way of heaven is supreme to her, and I respect her. She has lived for 870,000 years, singing wildly, but it is just the end of the mortal world."

In the Emperor Wood, a pale voice sounded.

"As early as the moment you saw me before your reincarnation, I alsoFinally I understand why Xianyang never returned to Wuchao until her death. For her, it was like home. Wuchao was the place where she was born and raised, but in her eyes, it might not be as remote as that poor place. "

"I am happy for her!"

Emperor Xunyang couldn't help laughing, "You should have told me in the past, and I wouldn't have searched for it for a lifetime!"

"Until death, I can't let go of this thought, Dimu, you are too much!"

But Dimu didn't respond, and Emperor Xunyang smiled softly.

"That's right, you are her teacher and know her well. Since she taught me the method of cultivation, you should know what she expects from me, that's all. "

Xun Yang leaned on the Emperor Wood, slowly raised his hand, and the golden crow leaf quietly fell on his palm.

In his ears, it seemed that the thought retained in the bones of Emperor Xian Yang sounded again.

The voice was gentle, like a low hum, and like a sigh.

"Human, a hundred years of life, immortal, a hundred years of moment.

I was born before you, you were born when I was old, sighing that this world is beyond our control, at this time of old age, there is still a trace of lingering thoughts, there is still one person, sincere to you, great kindness is not thankful, only this hundred years of old age, to pledge my body, to accompany you until old age, the only immortal heart, reflecting your appearance, nothing else, no regrets in this life. "

He grinned, a smile of sadness, a smile of luck.

The crow's nest, the nest of the golden crow.

And he is her crow's nest.

"The only immortal heart, reflecting your appearance!"

"Xian Yang! "

Tears came out of Emperor Xunyang's eyes again, and he looked at the leaf of golden crow in his hand.

Suddenly, a low humming sounded, slowly spreading under the Emperor Tree.

"Even if you are an immortal, you will be wild all your life. Immortals, ghosts, demons, and Buddhas are nothing but absurdities!"

"The desert dust and smoke, the golden crow will not return home, and the emperor and the saint are nothing but..."

"A dream!"

The leaf of golden crow in his hand slowly dissipated, and Xunyang laughed softly.

"I, Xunyang, have no regrets in meeting you in this life!"

In his eyes, the oasis appeared again, and he looked at the simple wooden house in the oasis.

He seemed to see the old woman standing by the door in the wooden house, whispering softly.

"Humans, a hundred years of life, immortals, a hundred years of instant..."

Like a dream back to the past!