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The greatest danger is forgetting.

Death is forgetting, and karmic living is the biggest forgetting. Forgetting is the ending. The ending will also lead to forgetting. After forgetting, there is no death. After forgetting, all the glory and pain disappear. The waves of the universe calm down and the heartstrings The shock subsided.Forget this thing, it's so clean.

But in short, if the falling star still remembers his own existence, he will not die. If there are two star-falling people walking together, they can call each other's true names by singing, and they can warm each other...remember each other's names.

Falling stars is selfless, helping others to make a pilgrimage is the only achievement in this bleak place.

Lu Zhengkang didn’t know if he could meet a companion this time... Maybe they could, of course it’s good, they could—Lu Zhengkang was walking in the desert, and he quickly saw the sanctuary in front of him. If starfallers have companions to sing to each other's strength and activate each other's tassels, so that they can dance, it is naturally the best. If you encounter familiar hands, experienced starfallers, or even those mysterious ancient white robes Falling stars couldn't be better.

It's just that he doesn't hope that he will meet someone. In such a bitter journey, any expectation and waiting are extravagant and thrilling.Don't expect to have companions, or even be direct, don't expect.

Lu Zhengkang looked down at his red robe, the thin lines on it, each stripe is a story, a story of his clone, the more stories it carries, the tougher the red robe...it's better than nothing. When attacked by the sky survey float, the toughest red robe is just a piece of torn paper.Only he himself can understand these stories, and read them from time to time, so that he knows who the last name is.

Okay, my name is Lu Zhengkang, which is very clear.

This piece of rune is a hollow knight, this piece is a Bodhisattva of Deer, this piece is a three-eyed troll, this piece is an assassin... It turns out that my past is so rich, why I didn't realize it in the past.

He looked down and looked fascinated, and suddenly raised his head. On the sky, behind Yuanliu Mountain, there is a star galloping in the sky. It is a falling star. Is he a new viewer?Or is it a liberated person who has completed a cycle from Yuanliu Mountain and wants to leave?Lu Zhengkang stared, his gaze chased, the meteor trailing, the beautiful comet tail, like a splash of snow.

The more beautiful the world, the greater the sin to forget.

Lu Zhengkang regained his gaze and moved on to the sanctuary. On the piles of wreckage of buildings that can be seen everywhere, old broken cloth strips are drifting in the wind and sand, like a resident spirit, on the ruins of time and silence. .Lu Zhengkang lit up these ancient cloth strips with singing, and the light burned them out. Then, red silk cloth flew out. Many silk cloths were corpses and souls. These ancient debris, Death has not been forgotten, they light up Lu Zhengkang's tassels.

Singing can evoke memories-and that is why it can activate these ancient remains.

He was going to the pilgrims gate at the end of the broken bridge in the sanctuary.

However, don’t worry, he is exploring here, the deserted land half-buried by the wind and sand, and there are many more buried. He found runes here, a total of three, these runes have extended his tassels a lot, now , He can fly farther.In addition, there are murals on the ancient pilgrimage road. After the monument is activated with singing, the murals will appear, telling the story of the ancient white robes building the kingdom of Shangyuan.

None of these have been forgotten.

Lu Zhengkang suddenly saw a white robe flying over in the distance, and he was surprised, like a bird. He was taken aback and hurried to chase it, but the white robe disappeared so far away, only a sound was left. Clear singing: Phoenix.

Huang, this is the rune of the falling star.

Stunned, Lu Zhengkang flew over the broken bridge, and the man was completely gone.In the upper edge is the superposition of countless time and space. Don't watch the Phoenix appear in front of him, but in fact, they are just two straight lines that intersect slightly.

It is a white robe, Lu Zhengkang is not without envy: the ancients, they have long tassels like comet tails, endless mana, absolutely firm memories.They repeated reincarnation time and time again, trying to extend the upper margin, postpone forgetting, and fought against the torrent of fate.

This kind of accomplishment is something that those low-level beings whose names are like mayflies cannot understand, and there is no need to understand. Many things don't matter if they don't stand at the same height.

At the gate of the pilgrims, Lu Zhengkang used singing to awaken the monuments on both sides of the ancient star-falling monument. So a beam of light cast in front of the star-falling monument, as clear as it was. Lu Zhengkang stepped into the beam of light and sat down cross-legged.

He fell into meditation.

The world of meditation is pure white, pure white like chaos obscures all traces...In the depths of pure whiteness, a tall white-robed man slowly floats out, Lu Zhengkang looks up, looking up to the Chongwei white-robed elder .

The white robe elder sang softly, so the pure white light faded, and Lu Zhengkang saw it: an ancient memory.

The fringe flow in the Yuanliu Mountain bursts out. This is the beginning of everything. Everything starts from it. Therefore, the concept is born, the universe is born, and life is born. The ancients in life pursue the power of the flow, it is Mana, and it is precisely Memory, they use this to build a grand kingdom in the land of predestined flow.

The memory faded, and the ancient star falling monument in front of Lu Zhengkang had dimmed light. Similarly, the pilgrim's door slowly opened.

He marched forward...At the bright end of the deep corridor behind the door, there seemed to be a small shadow, and he sang: too.

Lu Zhengkang hurriedly sang: Deer.

However, the person did not respond, and suddenly jumped-another left.

Lu Zhengkang chased him, but after all he could not see him again.

Rushing through the promenade-facing, the light reflected on the Yuanzhi Desert is like a soft pink cherry blossom, and the sky is blue like a mirror.

One minute closer to Yuanliu Mountain, the sun sinks one minute further.

Lu Zhengkang looked down at his robe, always remembering his name.

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Go far away, go to the Dharma of Destiny.

Lu Zhengkang stared, the desert seemed vast, and the undulating sand dunes seemed to be walking on solidified smooth waves. Every grain of sand under his feet was a universe.Lu Zhengkang didn't understand these cosmic stories, just like an ordinary person could not see the story of a flower or a leaf.On the upper edge, you can see less than when you read it on the outside.

He is cruising in the desert, within a limited space, when he approaches those non-existent areas, strong winds will blow him back.

This is the scope of the space that interprets the time coordinate. It seems endless, but only a little bit tossing about.The reversal of time and space is to condense the endless into a destined ending, like a black hole, where light can only enter but not exit.

At the end of the wind, Lu Zhengkang can see the boundless desert, do those really exist?It should exist.Perhaps those are forgotten areas.Lu Zhengkang vaguely saw the star-falling red robe walking slowly at the other end, he uttered a song, and the star-faller on the top of the sand dune in the distance hesitated for a moment. When he looked back at Lu Zhengkang, he suddenly flew over.

He was close, 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 short, very short distance, almost within reach, but the star feller had no hands. , Perhaps because of this they cannot be close to each other.

Lu Zhengkang sang: Deer.

He also sang: dream.

The singing voice can't pass through the wind barrier, but there is light, the singing light wave is still clear, the singing symbol is still clear, it is enough, they watch each other.

Meng sat down cross-legged and the deer sat opposite each other, they meditated silently.

When Lu Zhengkang woke up from the meditation, the dream had already left. His back was on the top of the hill, and he sang far away. Although there was only wind chanting, it was indeed a farewell.

Lu Zhengkang got up and continued his journey.

He turned around and boarded the sand dunes, looking at the Four Worlds, where the Origin Mountain was there. His appearance was not thin and steep, nor thick and straightforward, just like a towering pyramid, which had the power to resist the years.

There is a faint singing sound in the far distance, Lu Zhengkang chasing over, there is no starfaller there, some is a cloth creature, this is the spirit of the flow born from the remains of the viewer, like a square red paper kite with a trailing tail , Making a low, light tone, Lu Zhengkang sang to it, and the cloth creatures circled around him for two weeks, charging his tassels.The red silk cloth strips are the energy source of the sanctuary civilization in the upper edge. They flow in the pipes, and over time, such advanced creatures have gathered in the cloth strips.They are magnificent scriptures, each character recorded is a trace of several cosmic civilizations.

When the cloth creature saw Lu Zhengkang, it jumped up and guided him to a ruin where there were cloth creatures trapped in the energy pipe.When the ancient ruins are broken, the cloth creatures in these energy pipelines look forward to freedom.

Lu Zhengkang will help these guys, anyway, he doesn't rush to the destination, collect more runes, strengthen the power of tassels, so as to better deal with the wind and snow beasts under the mountain.

Although there is not much difference, Lu Zhengkang can still feel that this place is more broken than when he came last time.

The desert is smooth without any vegetation, this is not a place where vegetation can grow.

Lu Zhengkang looked at some special colors, like a white sequin on a sea wave, shining, he rushed over and stared carefully-it seemed to be a flower.

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

After all, Lu Zhengkang saw this flower under a sand dune. It has already bloomed. It has white petals, orpiment stamens, green stems, a simple little flower. Lu Zhengkang sings to it softly, and it also replied Groan.Which viewer planted the flower rooted in the infinite universe?

Lu Zhengkang stared, the flower was swaying with the wind, in the upper edge of lifelessness, this one, like a mirage, opened in his eyes.

He was silent, and suddenly, there was a meteor falling in the distance. Lu Zhengkang looked up and saw that the meteor did not cross the sky, but fell into the desert.When he arrived, only a rune fell on a broken ruin.It was a meteor, and red silk was scattered around.Lu Zhengkang approached and sat in meditation silently.

For some time, a singing awakened him.

Lu Zhengkang got up, the runes had gathered in the red robe, a star feller stood in front of him, and whispered again: pulse.