Legend of the Asura

The silver wheel on the infinite left hand skilled rotating wheelchair came to the door, stretched out the white right hand to open the door and closed it gently after going out. He was deeply like an old-fashioned general, usually a gentle and elegant gentleman.

He walked slowly to the backyard and saw his servants pay a respectful tribute. He showed his head and waved his hand and refused to help him push the wheelchair. He came alone to the garden in the backyard.

Time is already in the afternoon, and the sun in the summer is not stingy at all, sprinkling down the earth, sprinkling on him, giving his dull heart a faint warmth. He hasn't been in the sun for a long time.

Light footsteps rang in front of him, walking on her back with a beautiful, elegant and tranquil woman, and a beautiful face with a humiliating and noble temperament. She had a small vegetarian orchid in her hand, which had not been released, but had been released in secret. Seeing the endless tree, her footsteps paused slightly and her eyebrows frowned slightly like willow leaves, seemingly strangely he appeared in this place. Her tender eyes lingered on him for a second, then nodded at him with no expression and walked around him in gentle steps.

Endless turns around and looks at her back. She's the only one in the world who can make him so desolate. In five years, he had not known how many times he had seen her back, but seemed never tired of the day. Every time, he thinks he's looking at a fairy who shouldn't exist in the world.

Elegant, gentle as a cloud, elegant as a mountain spring. And this is a woman like a jade, with a delicately carved and wonderful silhouette, crystal clear, snow cream skin, looking as pure as a beautiful jade in the distance. Let men take their souls, women are ashamed of themselves.

They were close by, but across a mountain that seemed like it would never go over.

In five years, he had never seen her smile at him, and she would only reveal a warm smile belonging to a mother when faced with her son.

The Tamchi family considered Tamchi, an ancient and unprecedented wonder, to be a small ancestor, Baiyi Baishun, afraid that he would have a slight discomfort, and if his body was slightly uncomfortable, the old antiques who usually couldn't get out of the house and whose faces were almost stiff would jump like a child. Only she was extremely harsh on the end of the wooden roller. All aspects must be perfect, and the end of the wooden roller is always Baiyi Baishun to her. He would never disobey her words. What I fear most is the expression of her anger. No one dared to target the woman married to her outside family because of the rolling woods.

Her name is Language Butterfly and she teaches her son flowers to make up the whole of her life. And when the flowers are blooming, she often stands in the bushes, bathing and quietly watching the beefly butterfly dance, sometimes one stop is more than two hours, nobody knows what she's thinking.

The end wood spins two wheels without polarity, leaving two shallow crimps on the passing ground, in the sun, closed his eyes, and his heart suddenly becomes surprisingly calm. But deep down, the clearer the fairy figure became, since seeing her first, she became a barrier he could not overcome in his life, his life changed as a result, and his heart was cut deep once and for all... but he never regretted it.

He used to say to himself, "You're so stupid." But he answered himself quickly: silly, but worthwhile, as long as he could see her, that was enough, everything was worthwhile...

Time slowly passed, and by the time he finally opened his eyes lazily, the sun had gone west again by nearly ten degrees. He laughed at himself and just wanted to spin the chair wheel, but suddenly found a tiny figure looking quietly at the west, not far from his right hand.

More than a meter tall and slightly thin, he is clearly a child of four years of age, but his eyes are so deep, such as the deep blue sea, as if nothing in the world could escape his eyes. He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, his face was steady and undulating, his body was not moving at all, except the corner of his clothes swayed gently with the wind. Endless eyes fell into a trance because he seemed to see an emperor in the sky. And it wasn't the first time, and he was used to it. And he's the only one who can create this incredible illusion.

“Kao, are you waiting for the sunset again?” The endless tree came to his side and said with a loving face, his eyes also turned to the West as he looked. Since when does this little emperor stand here every afternoon staring silently at the West, and the people in Tamwood Hills know that he is waiting for the sunset.

“Mm-hmm.” Tianjin still looked at the West, his winging eyes blinking: “Once the sun set, another day passed. ”

“Wouldn't a roller be worth it?” Tamwood said softly and then patted him on the shoulder without noticing that his body had shaken violently due to the extremely light beat of the channel. “The biggest regret in the world is that time cannot be reversed, nor can it be saved. ”

There was no nod at the end of the roller, and the corner of the mouth was still a grin totally out of age: “I learned too much truth from my childhood. And sometimes I find that the truth is not unbreakable by accident. Time. Can't we really rewind? I have had a silly wish since I was a little girl. I hope that time can rewind so that I can do better and stop making my mother angry. Since I was a little girl, I have had a strange voice in my heart telling me that as long as I have a heart, time can really rewind... really. ”

The trees were endless, and then Haha laughed, “O, perhaps one day, the sunset will really come to you. ”

In his mind, this unrealistic fantasy should belong to a child of this age. He didn't like the fact that he knew humanity too early and understood the world.

Tianjin shook his head and gave a spectacular sigh totally out of age: “It's just that even if you can reverse time and keep the sunset, you can only look far away and never truly own it. ”

The endless expression of the tree was instantly frozen, like sudden petrification. An unintentional phrase like a heavy hammer struck him in the heart.

As if he had not seen his reaction, he still looked at Western ghosts and said: "But what about this? Since it is impossible to have it, overpursuing it will only exhaust one's body and mind. No matter how hard you try to chase it, no matter how long you run west, you can't really touch it. If that is the case, then why not pursue it in a pragmatic and painful way, as long as we can occasionally witness its remnants and know that it is still beautiful, that is enough. ”

A long sigh rang behind the end of the wooden roller. Tamwood spins the wheelchair indefinitely, smiling forcefully: “Oh, I'm a little tired, remember to spend more time with your mother. ”

The sound of the silver wheel spinning quickly sounds, then slowly becomes smaller and farther away until it disappears.

“Truth...”

A tiny leaf floated in front of him in the wind and he subconsciously stretched out his two fingers and gently pinched them. Then he moved his fingers slightly, and the leaf disappeared completely as if it were air.

“The truth, is it really always the truth? ”

“… the sun is about to set and the pale day is about to fade away again. In a week, let me end what I shouldn't have done, what I shouldn't have done. ”

The sun ceased to be so dazzling that it began to change from golden to bright red. Looking at the West, his inner voice rang again...

Time… can't you really rewind?

Back in the world, a mirror in a strange space suddenly flashed a strange white light. It's just this weird scene nobody sees.

The wind was transmitted to the Empress Palace of the Emperor City of Tianlong by Tianlong, and in the face of the scrupulous respect of Queen Mizuki, the wind gushed with a very uncomfortable feeling of maladaptation.

He summoned two crystal clear crystals from the demon pot and placed them in front of the eyes of the water moon. Suddenly, a hint of cool and refreshing began to diffuse finely. And his move clearly puzzled Mizuki.

“This is 10,000 years of brown ice, so the best engravers here can use these two pieces of ice to sculpt two different head flowers for me. Can you do that?” The windswept asked, "If Mizuki wrapped a dead face, then he could just as well put a dead face on it.

These two 10,000 years of brown ice were cut off when the ice coffin was first made, and the wind will naturally not abandon them, putting them together.

“Easy to do. Ten Thousand Years of Xuan Ice, though it breeds endless cold air, is crisp in texture. Without a special effect activated, cold air does not leak and is easy to engrave.” Mizuki replied that his head was half-dropped and he never looked at him.

The wind nodded, “Well, let them start right away, and it has to be done in ten different ways. There are only two pieces, and I would be very angry if the effect made me dissatisfied. ”

“Ten?” Queen Watermoon's eyebrows were a little lousy, but without refuting, she nodded immediately: “I'll be right there. ”

Picking up two crystal stones with a cold breath, Queen Mizuki left quickly and sent them to the engraver herself.

In the real world, it often takes days, months, or even decades to carve the finest pieces out of the finest materials. And in a world where sculpture reaches a certain height, you can accomplish the most perfect work you want in the shortest possible time. Ten is by no means an irrational requirement. And that's a dozen things that will probably be used for most of the time.

This is the private sleeping palace of Queen Mizuki, and apart from the original Emperor Tianlong, the wind is definitely the first person to enter. As can be seen from some unnatural deities before the Queen of the Moon.

The wind gauges around boringly and tries to find something interesting… For example, girls' rooms are usually filled with some sort of clothing that covers a smaller area. After a glimpse of the Eyebrow Mouse, he was disappointed to find only a few sets of Queen's Palace clothes, and then depressed to think that the world didn't seem to have any lingerie to hang on.