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Chapter 253 15. Anchor (4.2k)
A barren star field, dead, silent, can not see the light that symbolizes life.

Occasionally, there are huge broken star fragments slowly drifting back in this area, and these fragments collide with each other. This is probably the only movement here.

But at this moment, a guest came to this extremely desolate and desolate Xingyu.

His arrival was accompanied by a huge purple dragon. The man stood at the corner of the dragon, his coat was hanging down, and he even had a jade pendant drooping on the corner of his clothes, emitting a glistening light.

Yu Shu released his divine sense, scanned the entire area, and crossed countless star fragments, looking for that trace of what he needed.

The dark purple scales of the Purple Wood Flood Dragon closed and eased. This behemoth was swimming among the gravels of the universe, with scarlet flames burning in its eyes.A low growl came from its throat. From its point of view, this was an area of ​​no value, without any value, dead and deserted, and there might be some kind of danger.In the depths of the universe, even Zu couldn't guarantee his absolute safety, and this companion didn't explain why he came here, which made it a little strange.

"What are you looking for?" it asked.

"Do you know Master Yuchai Shunde?" Yu Shu said, his eyes were empty, and his spiritual thoughts rushed out, sweeping corner after corner.

"Yuchai Shunde? The unshakable ancestor of Kyushu? I naturally know, why mention her? Kyushu has long been in the past, old man, you are still thinking about those shitty things in Kyushu, right?"

Yu Shu smiled wryly, "Do you still remember what kind of posture I had when you met me in Tianyang? The Dharma is broken, the Dao heart is dim, the road is almost cut off, and I can't see the hope of the way forward. The past five statues , Now that the three statues have been touched, it has been stagnant for more than 1 years, right? Have we seen the prototype of the fourth statue?"

"What does this have to do with Master Yuchai Shunde? Kyushu has been destroyed. Even if these guys are still alive, no matter how powerful they are, they are just Shinichi. The gods will take you back to Tianyang, and let me be your Dharma face Part of it is not to let you miss the old love."

"Nostalgia? No, I'm just here to confirm one thing." Yu Shu shook his head.

"About that Yuchai Shunde?" Zimu Jiaolong walked around a huge death planet, and his burning vertical pupils captured the strange state of this death planet in a short interlacing moment.

"This star field is very strange. These stars may have been alive not long ago, and they were killed." Zimu Jiaolong said in a deep voice.

"The Yuchai Shunde you mentioned is still alive? Is it here?" It realized something and narrowed its eyes. "An unshakable person, even if she loses her homeland, you can't do anything about it. Even her It will be even crazier, are you here to die? Are you taking me with you?"

"Would I? I don't even have my miraculous minions. How can I face a nine-image Shinichi? As I said, I'm here to confirm one thing. Speaking of which, you, as part of my current Dharma, can clearly communicate with you directly. My thoughts are related, but I never take the initiative to contact you. Why? I know what Shenyi sent you here. After all, I am from Kyushu, and he doesn’t trust you. You can always grasp my thoughts, but you seem to regard me as a ..." Yu Shu was silent for a moment, and uttered a very distant and strange word.

"friend?"

"It's brother, old buddy." Zimu Jiaolong grinned, revealing a mouthful of ferocious and sharp teeth.

"You are a poor person, and I am also a poor person, aren't you? You are the ancestor who betrayed Kyushu. In Tianyang, the ancestors don't like you very much. After all, they have witnessed Tianyang's expedition and the pride of Kyushu. .In the eyes of the ancestors, this is the existence they yearn for and admire, even as an enemy. And I once traced the traces of the ten classes of Zhou Tian, ​​​​in an attempt to transform into a dragon and achieve the appearance of a real dragon. You know the result."

In the deep and dead star field, in this corner where no one is watching, they brought up the past again.

Most of them are unsightly blood and tears.

"I failed. I lost my body in the catastrophe, and when my soul was about to be wiped out. The gods shot and protected me. But what is the use of my survival? I didn't survive the catastrophe. I even called the real ancestor No, it’s just a soul without an owner after all.”

"Zhou Tian Ten Classes, heh, I wonder if such a thing really exists?"

Yu Shu and Zimu Jiaolong became more and more frightened as they walked past one dead star after another.

"Are you sure she's not here?"

Yu Shu shook his head.

Just when Zimu Jiaolong was about to curse, the man said, "This is her grave."

After he finished speaking, he sighed, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"The grave? The Unshakable is dead?"

"I'm sure, I'm dead, otherwise I don't need to come here. I said that I came to confirm one thing." All of Yu Shu's consciousness returned, and his eyes became fierce again.

Zimu Jiaolong sensed something was wrong, and stopped with its winding body.

"Look." Yu Shu said.

Ahead, there is an extremely empty area, even in this sea of ​​dead stars, this area seems too empty.If we compare the surrounding broken stars to dust covering a piece of white paper, then someone here has cleaned up the dust on the white paper, exposing a large space.

They approach.

I saw a broken lotus floating in the center.

"Look, she really is dead." The man smiled.

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The vast sea, boundless cliffs.

The sea, on which countless people live, sometimes symbolizes destruction.

Like now.

The sea and the sky are the same color, all are dark.There seemed to be a big hole in the sky, and endless torrential rain slanted down.At the same time, the strong wind pushed the waves to the shore, roaring, and flooded the homes of countless people.

The old man stood and watched from a distance, and a water curtain was formed in front of the bamboo hat.

In his decades of sailing career, he has never encountered such storms.

He sighed slightly, is this really a storm?Is it really not the wrath of a certain god in the depths of the ocean, wanting to clarify this filthy world?The old man had already heard that the Dajing Dynasty was in great turmoil, and the people were in dire straits. Many people, maybe everyone except the nobles and lords, could not survive at all. War, famine, and monsters, none of them were weak mortals like them. Yes, only escape.

But at this time, many people will find sadly that there is no safe place in the whole world.Nowhere to go, in fact, everywhere is equally bad.

"Hey, isn't the old guy dead yet?" someone yelled behind him.

It was a boy with very obvious cracks on his forehead and cheeks. The old man knew that this was not caused by the boy's mischievous play, but the scars formed by him being burned by the sun while floating on the sea with himself.The old man's skin was riddled with holes, and nothing special could be seen, but the child was different, his skin was delicate and could not withstand the scorching sun.

"If I die on the shore, it will be a shame for my life." The old man didn't blame the boy for his rudeness, but replied quietly, watching the rainstorm quietly.

"This is also the sea, and the wind has blown the sea to your feet, old man. Maybe the sea god also likes fishing with a wooden paddle, and he lacks a helper to help him cast the net, so he picked you." The boy laughed. , He waved the letter in his hand, already wet in the heavy rain, turned into a pile of debris.The old man could vaguely see the exquisite printing on the surface of the letter, but it was meaningless to be exquisite and beautiful under the torrential rain.

The same goes for this letter.

"Is there anyone in your family?" the old man asked.

"Yeah, my family members, I thought they were all dead, but I didn't expect to remember me."

"What did they say? Some instructions, or letters of introduction, to help you live better here."

The boy shook his head, "It's not the old man. The war is over. Whether it's a big scene or a more distant dynasty, even the demons have receded and hid back in the mountains, just like a dream."

"Dream?" The old man smiled. "Dreams don't bleed."

"How did the war end? The people who live here pass down oral history from generation to generation. We are illiterate and have little culture. But we know war well. Once the flames of war are ignited, it is impossible to burn the igniter and everything around him." It's impossible to stop. It's been like this for ages, and we don't count on it."

"No." The boy shook his head, and the old man could see his seriousness from his expression. He seemed to have never been so serious.After all, children will believe in some good hopes, which is not surprising to the old man.But the next sentence made the old man stunned.

"They said that a god appeared in the world. He stopped the fire of war, expelled desire, and returned hope to everyone. Whenever an ancient and melodious melody sounded in the wilderness, people would dream, and after waking up from the dream, they The streets I saw, the villages, the towns, everything became the same."

The boy recounted the content of the letter very fluently, which was of course a retelling, because the old man knew that the boy had no knowledge and culture like him, and could not say such sentences like the ancient proverbs.The boy probably read it many times, kept repeating it silently in his heart, and found some people to help him understand the above words.

He was chanting, like the 'revelation' in those songs the old man heard.

The boy was very absorbed, so he didn't notice the change in the old man's silent expression. He slightly opened those dim yellow eyes that were still full of energy.

Even the torrential rain could not cover the clarity in those eyes, which appeared on the old man's skinny and sallow face and in the eye sockets, like a clear spring in the desert.

And this clear spring also reflects the light.

The magnificent scenery was so dazzling that the boy stopped talking, and he was taken aback.

Can you see light even in a storm?The boy thought, and followed the old man's gaze back, the glaring light made him subconsciously raise his arms to cover it, the long-lost sunlight hit his face unscrupulously, and even the wet water droplets in the scars were illuminated clearly.

So...he has been bathing in the sun?In this storm?
The thick black cloud was torn apart, the sky was broken, and the light overflowed from the hollow, splashing the earth.I don't know if it was an illusion, but the boy felt that the sound of the wind in his ears became much quieter, and the roar of the waves also receded.

A melodious and ancient melody sounded from all directions.

Mixed with the cheers of many people.

They should have been swallowed by the storm, but in the darkness, the light came again and gave them new life.

"Did you hear that, old man?" the boy asked.

The old man did not answer.

The boy's eyes were on the earth sprinkled with light and on the cheering people who were saved, but he was always looking at the source of the light.It is very common to go fishing all year round and face the scorching sun. He is not as subconsciously afraid of the sun as the boy is.

So the old man saw... him!

"My God..." The old and rusty voice hadn't sighed in such a long time.

Where the clouds cracked, a winding dragon-shaped giant shadow passed by.

With the skylight on its back, this behemoth casts a ferocious and gigantic shadow.The old man saw clearly his eyes, which were golden as bright as the sun.

As the area torn apart by the clouds grew larger, more and more people saw him.

The rain subsided, the tide receded, and people worshiped him in the new sunshine.

But he didn't seem to care about it. From the beginning to the end, this huge monster didn't cast its eyes on the people on the ground. It just meandered away above the clouds and disappeared in the direction of the endless sea.

The boy's excited shouts hit the old man's worn-out eardrums, waking him up from his trance.

"Look! Look!" He waved his arms and pointed to the sea.

The old man looked up, and the sea was still dark, like a large jagged black rock.But above, the thick cloud layer cracked a path, curved, and dropped golden tulle towards the sea, like a golden waterfall falling from the sky.And where the golden waterfall and the pitch-black sea converge, finally is the deep blue that the old man is familiar with.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Someone asked.

The old man nodded subconsciously, but found that the voice was not anyone he was familiar with.

At this time, a tall and dark man stood beside him, looking at the sea with him.

"Uncle delivering the letter!" The boy looked over and greeted.

The man also smiled and waved his hands.

"Yes, it is beautiful." The old man replied, he was indeed getting old, and his voice became hoarse after the storm receded.The usual familiar sea breeze blowing over made him feel a little chilly.

"Thank you for coming so far to deliver the letter to that child. He is really happy. After being sent by his family, I haven't seen him smile for a long time." The old man said.

"Isn't he happy when he fishes well?" the man asked.

The old man smiled, and the wrinkles on his face twisted together, "I forgot about that. Every time he catches a fish successfully, he is really happy and smiles happily."

"I want to... ask a question." The man looked up, and he looked at the golden waterfall hanging from the sky.

"You say."

"In the sea, old man, how do you tell the direction? After going out to sea, the sea is no different from the people in the boat. You can't see the shore, and the past is the sea. It seems that you can go anywhere, anywhere."

"Direction, we must not get lost in the sea. If we get lost, we will not be able to find our way home." The old man paused, "Do you know the constant point? Watch the sun, the moon, and the stars move in. The stars, the moon, and the sun are our points of progress. Like the anchors of a ship in port, these things fasten us to our journey home."

After listening, the man sat down.

"Yes, where is his anchor?" He asked gently, but the old man was puzzled, but did not bother him.After all, some things cannot be controlled after all, such as people who need to go back to the shore, they need to look at the direction to ensure that they will not get lost at sea.But one day, the old man who goes out to fish will lie quietly in the belly of the boat and let the wooden boat drift to the depths of the ocean.Singing that old love song, rippling the sea, never returning.

(End of this chapter)