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In the second-floor space of the central axis column, where there was nothing, after the holy water filled the patio, a golden floating phantom hovered and danced here, and Lu Zhengkang came here to sing softly.long time no see.This is the soul and spirit aggregate of the super ancient starfall, the true ancestor.After flying around Lu Zhengkang for two laps, it stopped taking care of it, wandering on its own, and chanted softly from time to time, like a chime.

The rune was also obtained, and my friends met, it was time to continue the journey.

The closer to the ending, Lu Zhengkang slowed down.

He has to slowly adjust his mentality.

As a pilgrim, you should be pious in your heart.

No matter what purpose you come here, before you set foot on Yuanliu Mountain, you must be full of firm confidence in the pilgrimage.

Don't think about those past events, there is no hollow knight, no Deer Yuan Bodhisattva, no three-eyed troll and Serana, no Su Xiangli, and no Qingningzi.Lu Zhengkang is free, he is pure.He must be pure.

The more determined he is, the brighter the rune in his arms.Bright and warm.

To fight the wind and snow, you must have the heart of the mountain.

Chapter 894: Snow Tomb Path

The star-falling monument at the top of the patio lights up, and the gate to the Holy Land Yuanliu Mountain opens. Lu Zhengkang moves forward, crossing the corridor but stepping into the dazzling sky, but it is also extremely deep wind and snow.

This is the foothills, and there doesn't seem to be so much snow in the previous few times.It was so cold, the heat of the rune on Lu Zhengkang's chest dissipated all at once, deprived, extinguished, blown out, cold, and there was such a big wind, he was almost about to be blown a somersault, Lu Zhengkang bow The waist, the red robe is trembling, the light of the runes is not as bright as the sky reflection of the snow, a piece of white, cold, hard rock, mountain wall, scattered with the tombstones of the starfallers, scattered with long columns, scattered scattered, scattered and scattered Covered by the wind and snow, the ruins of Tanyu are covered with a cold fig leaf. Apart from making people completely desperate in their death, it does not seem to make people nostalgic for history.

Lu Zhengkang is no stranger to such a scene. He has the right to treat himself as an ordinary person and have to face such extreme cold.Since he is an ordinary person, the power of the past is not worth boasting.

Firm the faith of pilgrimage.As usual so many times.

Anyway, when the wind and snow are all over his body and his mind freezes, nothing will remain except for the pilgrimage.

Climbing up the hillside, star fallers fell down in the snowdrift. Their corpses, those red silk cloth, drilled out from the ground in clusters, solidified by the wind and snow, like a frozen campfire.

Lu Zhengkang only took two steps, and the fringed Mana on his back was burned out, and he felt the extreme cold seeping into his star soul.He worked hard to drill down on the frozen silks, and the runes light up the silks-this is a little thawed. The light from the silks can only warm Lu Zhengkang's robes, just like making the clouds of winter behind. A thin blanket slightly scorched by the sun.

The cold is the form of death and forgetting: it is the predestined existence and the end.Lu Zhengkang did not want to usher in the end before the finish line.

He curled up in a pile of cloth for a while, and random memories came up.

There are no specific fragments, but there are some old people’s faces, which soon disappeared, just like scraps of paper scattered on the trickle of the water, some colorful pieces of colored paper undulating on the broken meander of the water, the gentle spring light Dumb in the canal, light and liquid, water vapor and smells, wind and quiet sound, what Lu Zhengkang can't forget are some meaningless fragments of childhood.

Hey, he is so crazy!

Lu Zhengkang has forgotten his purpose, and he still remembers that he has a purpose-this is the only remaining will in the face of the wind and snow that represents forgetfulness, just like his red robe gradually covered by frost. His past has been frozen, and his runes are also abysmal. As Lu Zhengkang, he has only one idea to move forward, but what is it for? He has no idea. The journey is inertial. Star fallers Embarking on a journey for different purposes, but when approaching the end, when the body and mind are exhausted, there is only one idea of ​​going forward, only one idea of ​​reaching the top, and only one idea of ​​having a beginning and an end. Travelers at this time are irrational. Reason is a paradox. It is the most irrational to stay sensible during the journey.

Lu Zhengkang shook his body and sang: Deer.

He wanted to use this to strengthen his knowledge of himself.He's almost freezing his mind... He didn't have a mind at first, but he couldn't even forget what he called.

There was a soft hum from behind: Yue.

Lu Zhengkang was a little surprised and turned around to look at him. In front of the gate of the holy water patio behind him, a red-robed companion trot over on the ramp, and he kept beating: Yue.

The companion ran to the front, covered with wind and snow, he kept singing, and the warm light bathed Lu Zhengkang, making him greatly relieved.If he could speak, Lu Zhengkang would certainly greet him: Yuanliu Mountain is getting cold.

It used to be cold, and it used to be cold, but now it is getting colder and colder, and the snow is much thicker.

This is a rift valley between two mountain cliffs. The wind passes by here quickly and fiercely. Lu Zhengkang is like a piece of wet felt, which freezes hard without knowing it. If he continues to indulge in red silk The false warmth in the pile will slowly die.

Yuelai happened to be like a savior.

The light from the companions singing to each other dissipated the chill here. They walked side by side, and they had never met before, so they simply met and went together.All the people I met along the way were new friends, which made Lu Zhengkang somewhat relieved. It seemed that there were still quite a few star-falling people.

But he was also a little worried that the companion he had met in the past had made a mistake, he shouldn't, Lu Zhengkang thought in his heart, who had he met before?When reminiscing like this, it was completely blank. His thoughts were like snow on the ground, soft and rich, but lightly empty.

There was a gust of wind blowing in the crevice in front, and Lu Zhengkang and Yue were turned somersaults. They hurriedly hid behind the scattered stone tablets, waited for the strong wind to stop before moving forward.The wind is always blowing, the difference is nothing more than strength.Walking against the wind is almost drifting, as if the body and soul are weightless, letting the wind deprive him of his past.

Hey, does he actually have a past?Those so-called pasts are dreams, right?Is it different from a dream?The story of the universe in a grain of sand and a piece of snow is not like a dream?Does the starfaller have dreams too?

Yue kept singing.

Lu Zhengkang is always distracted.

It was another strong wind, Lu Zhengkang was caught off guard and rolled back. Yue hurried over from behind the stele, and he was also lifted by the wind.

They two red robe awkwardly on the snow like two tumbleweeds, Lu Zhengkang sang, and sat up hard, Yue was in front of him, became a white lump, stood up and trembled, whispered twice. Very energetic.

Yue is much firmer than Lu Zhengkang, his runes are warm, like a little sun.

Maybe he really couldn't be on the stage. Lu Zhengkang was quite dingy. He had completely forgotten why he came from, he just wanted to reach the top.You must climb to the top if you freeze to death.As for what's on Yuanliu Mountain, I'll see it when I arrive.

They still sang to each other to warm each other, just like drumming to spread flowers, echoing, and making noises with their hearts. Such ethereal screams, there is no echo from the mountains, only the sound that each other can hear.

It should be so resolute, it should be so quiet, as long as you remember your name, call your name to the land of predestined flow, just like I have heard from his population countless times, let my empty soul remember a name .Let numbers be embedded in functions, flesh and blood can be embedded in bones, and symbols can be embedded in order. If there is no name and form, they are nothing, no different from sand and snow.

They walked slowly through the crevice in the front of the mountain and came to a closed mountain col. There were thick silks everywhere, and tombstones everywhere. There were many travelers buried here. The silk cloth was like grass on the head of a grave, cooling and witty, in the wind The trembling appearance, like the soul of the dead, gently waved and waved.There will be no peace in death, the body of the traveler will rot, and the name will be forgotten, but there is still something abstract that has been left behind, and has been left behind.

Chapter 895: Origin and End, the end of the journey is the beginning of the story

This is far from the end.Lu Zhengkang remembered that when he came last time, there were not so many silks here...

Starting from the mountain col and continuing forward, turn a corner and you will reach the path facing the cliff. The mountain wind blows from the right hand side and the oncoming wind is not small. There used to be a stone road on the path, but now it is a slope with ice and snow. Tao.

On the mountain wall, you can see the valleys between the vast mountains. There are no traces of the plains, let alone the deserts that have passed by. The distant mountain walls stand, covered with gray fog, and the outline is not clear, but the mountain edges are like cones. The sharp, huge full moon rose in the recess between the two mountains, seeming to be the jade bib on the case.The color of snow floated in the cold light, the wind and snow came from ignorance, and the moon was colder than the wind and snow.The sky-surveying and floating body slowly slides between the mountains and the sky, like a manta ray snorkeling on a coral reef.

After the sun sets, the sky is miserable, but the reflections of the snow are very bright, and the gushing sky light from the top of the source stream is so dazzling, even if they are on the dark side, they can still feel the powerful sense of existence, incomparable. It penetrates the barrier of all matter-also the barrier of the infinite universe, linked to their runes.The distant mountains are approaching like this, they just have to keep going.

The huge inertia of the journey envelops them, the destination and the ending, the closer they are, the less important they are, the lighter the courage of the past, and they can finally put everything down and come to the end.

The moon is the moon, just like the sun is the sun, not a celestial body, but a concrete object of time.

Lu Zhengkang sang loudly to the moon, and the roar of the mountains was loud and loud.Yue stopped by his side and looked at the staggering moon in the sky.

It's really nice to have a companion together. Lu Zhengkang nodded to Yue and sang to continue the journey.

Walking along the path of the mountain wall, they still have time to sing and encourage each other. The two falling stars close to each other are warm, like the collision of two lonely nuclei, two mutually reinforcing waves.Lu Zhengkang didn't know Yue's story, just as Yue didn't know his story, their company was short-lived, just like all falling stars encountered before, they were two intersecting lines of precession.On the way to the ultimate, they are as clean as geometric figures in a mathematical coordinate system.

At the turning point of the mountain wall, they found a resting space, an architectural space similar to a mountain temple, with a two-story structure, with a heating lamp on the first floor and a mural on the second floor.

The heating lamp has been ignited. In the light of the fire, the ice and snow on the red robe melted, and Lu Zhengkang felt the memory of the past slapped like a flood—like the sudden recovery of the amnesiar, like the returning photo of the shocked person—he was simply I feel that I have died once, but now I am alive again.He sang, his voice was loud, and the radiant wave spread out three feet away. Compared with the dumb scream in the wind and snow, this was already a shocking cry.

Yue also yelled, and the two of them sang innocently compared to each other for a while, only then did they remember that there was still no exploration on the second floor.

Unsurprisingly, there are already people on the second floor, and the heating lamp is lit by this one.This is a falling star in a white robe. He is sitting in front of the mural, indifferent to the two travelers behind him, and deaf to the scenes of their just now.

Yue ran to the white robe and sang twice, which was a little provocative, but he just wanted a response.

Baipao was impatient, so he whispered: Yu.

Lu Zhengkang had enough rest. He now wants to complete the journey as soon as possible. The snow-capped mountains are very dangerous. So many starfallers died here, but there is not even a rune left.He didn't want to stay here for a long time, he wanted to try to encourage himself again while he was still sober.