The weather in the prehistoric era is like the mood of all saints. No matter how many setbacks we encounter, the sky is still clear. The clouds are surging, and the thick, blue sky seems to have just been washed with water. The sun in the prehistoric era is not that good.

It's fierce, but the sun is shining brightly, and the sunshine that shines down confirms the smiling faces of countless people.

It seems that the days pass like this day by day, and there is nothing wrong with it. The prehistoric sun is like a tragedy year after year, without any change, and the mood of the saint is the same. Zhongzhengpinhe, it seems

Those unpleasant things have been gradually forgotten.

Hundreds of years have passed since the Battle of the Six Paths of the Underworld and the wedding of Xiaotian Tianzun on Qingyang Island, and everything on the ancient land is as before. The human race is still shining brightly, playing their role as the protagonists on the ancient land. Today

The human race has reached the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

As the saying goes, at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms were divided, and the smoke was everywhere, but it did not hinder the rapid development of human productivity.

On Qingyang Island, it should be the same as usual, but Qingyang Island is the weirdest place among the sages and immortal mansions. Not only the various buildings have a post-modern style. Also, even the seasons have four distinct seasons. Nowadays,

It is winter in Qingyang Island. In the cold winter, under the great sun, little snowflakes are falling on Qingyang Island.

It's not very big, but it has a different flavor. Fortunately, the people here, whether they are the heavenly army or the demon clan, are already protected from the cold and heat, so they don't feel much about this severe winter. They just look at the snowflakes floating outside the window.

, I couldn’t help but start a collective meditation and nostalgia for that familiar environment.

Especially Xiaotian Tianzun, who took Fairy Bixiao on a trip to the ancient world shortly after their wedding, and now returns to Qingyang Island again. He is still wearing a black military uniform that has not changed for a century, standing among the silver,

It's a bit unharmonious, but it's a very pleasant experience for Ningwai.

At this moment, a trace of silence gradually appeared on Xiaotian's baby face, and the expression in the corner of his eyes, looking at the winter snowflakes, was filled with thoughts that should not have been there. This scene happened to be seen by Fairy Bixiao,

Wearing a long green dress, Fairy Bixiao was still bright and charming. She stepped on the thick white snow under her feet and walked toward Xiaotian.

"Husband, what are you thinking about?" Fairy Bixiao carefully put a felt with deer hair on Xiaotian. The red collar rubbed against Xiaotian's neck, making him feel a long-lost warmth.

Looking back at his wife, Xiaotian rubbed his big hands on Fairy Bixiao's jasper fingers, and there was an unknown smile in his eyes. It seemed that this smile was mixed with an inexplicable feeling.

Lonely, he patted Fairy Bixiao's arm twice, but Xiaotian still didn't speak.

It seemed that she felt the indescribable loneliness in her husband's body. She looked at the six-petal snowflakes falling in the world. Fairy Bixiao had been looking at these snowflakes for who knows how many years. But she could still feel a trace of them.

Liang Yi couldn't help complaining: "Back in Jin'ao Island, the teacher's dojo was like spring all year round. Although walking in the snow in winter is also a good scenery, it is just too sad!"

Xiaotian suddenly looked back, and there was a hint of indifference in his eyes, which startled Fairy Bixiao, and then said: "Husband, what's wrong with you? Did I say the wrong thing?"

Xiaotian smiled and shook his head. The bitterness that overflowed from the corner of his mouth went deep into his heart: "Madam, it's okay!" Although he said this, Xiaotian still couldn't help but think in his heart: We are not from the same world.

Even though they have been married for thousands of years, they are still not from the same world. The gap between them cannot be calmed down by time.

The couple walked through the snow and talked nonchalantly, but there was a certain seriousness in their words.

In Yuyang Garden, Chen Yuyang sat indifferently in the antique pavilion. The white jade pavilion, paired with the snow scene, couldn't help but feel a little cold. A pot of warm wine was placed on the small round table.

, the aroma of wine is overflowing, somewhat like the soy sauce flavor of Wuliangye in the human world.

Pouring a glass of wine, the wine was still steaming, he picked up the green sour plums at hand, took a bite of plums, and drank a sip of Wuliangye. His heart was filled with warmth. Even Zhuge Qingqing beside him looked at him with a smile on his face,

Looking at this man, I seemed to have seen the scene when I met him for the first time, and my smile widened even more.

"What are you laughing at?" Chen Yuyang suddenly asked.

Zhuge Qingqing pursed her lips and said coquettishly: "What are you thinking, why am I laughing?"

In fact, both of them knew that in the winter, drinking Wuliangye and eating green sour plums, they were naturally nostalgic for some things. Nostalgia for things in that world, those past things and those past people. Chen Yuyang smiled

He moved the lynx cushion under his buttocks, as if to make himself more comfortable.

Although he has become invulnerable to the cold and heat, he still habitually puts a mat under his buttocks. This is not a kind of pretentiousness, but a nostalgia for a certain past, just like the snowflakes in the sky. It was quiet for a long time.

, Chen Yuyang laughed at himself and said: "It seems that I haven't seen the snow in the North for many years!"

"Yeah, it's been many years, and I don't even remember it myself!" Zhuge Qingqing seemed to be chatting, but not talking.

The couple pondered for a long time and looked at each other with a smile. Finally, Chen Yuyang held up the white jade wine glass in his hand and sighed: "Someone once said that China is like a big coffee table, filled with 1.2 billion cups. Now it seems that it was only in the prehistoric times.

It’s a real big coffee table, filled with countless cups!”

"What's wrong? Something happened again?" Zhuge Qingqing smiled softly, picked up the plum and put it in the corner of his mouth, as if he was used to it.

But Chen Yuyang didn't say anything. He looked at the clouds floating in the sky, as if he wanted to see everything in the Lingxiao Palace through the clouds. But he quickly withdrew his eyes and gently swept away the scattered clouds.

The snowflakes on his body smiled and said: "Qingqing, I always want to use some things to remind myself that I do not belong to this world. For example, this wine, such sour plums, such as the snow in the sky in the north.

"

"But today I realized how ridiculous I am, because I have left so many traces here that I can't get rid of them. These traces have been deeply engraved on this land.

.So all this reminder is just a joke."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yuyang waved his hand, and the whole sky became clear. The snowflakes condensed and stopped falling, as if everything had never happened. And Chen Yuyang's figure also disappeared on the Qingyang Island. Zhuge Qingqing
Chapter completed!