The moonlight is like water, once again irrigating the whole body, and the ripples seem like wine that has been buried for thousands of years, making people more and more addicted.

The flick of your sleeves adds three feet of water, and you will always be the person in the painting!

The last level of Moonlight Swordsmanship is the essence of Taiyin.

The watch of the moon soul and the surge of the moon spirit are like the gurgling stream, which cannot be cut off, and the power of the twelfth yin comes back and forth.

This is the entire inheritance of Yuexia Sword Technique.

But what does it mean to him?

Patronus? After all, he is just a figure in a painting!

The moment you obtain the last level of Moonlight Sword Technique, all trials are over.

Pingyuan, the Lord of the Moon Palace, came on the moon and left by the moon.

Before leaving, he was allowed to spend three months in the human world and experience the final bondage of the mortal world. After that, he would become the patron saint of this world and watch over it for thousands of years.

Liusu begged Pingyuan if he could grant his three wishes!

Pingyuan gave a scathing smile and pushed even further!

This was naturally within Liusu's expectation. How could he agree to so many of his requests? This was just a ploy on his part.

So, after being rejected, he expressed his only wish.

Since I am a god without birth or death here, my medium is useless to me. I don’t know if I can give it to... Li Qingyuan.

Pingyuan was silent for a long time and asked him, she to you is just an old friend who will never see each other for the rest of his life. You to her is just an ancient legend that will not be remembered. If this is the case, why do you keep thinking about it?

Liusu did not answer Pingyuan's question.

He is a passer-by here, so why should he be obsessed with every detail here. He has chosen to lie alone in the painting for thousands of years, so why should he be obsessed with this life that does not belong to him. The media of the handed down level are no longer useful to him.

But for Li Qingyuan, it is an indispensable treasure.

Since we will never see each other again for the rest of our lives.

Why not, let this medium that once stayed in his soul accompany her in another world.

Liusu raised his head and looked at Pingyuan. You only need to answer, yes or no. The rest has nothing to do with you!

There is fire flashing in the eyes of Pingyuan Gujing Bubo. Since you insist on this, if I don't help you, it will appear that I am mean and unkind. However, what you ask for and think about today will require you to be the patron saint in the future.

Pay back one by one.

I am Pingyuan, the Lord of the Moon Palace here, and I have the first authority to create gods. How dare you, a mere gatekeeper, be so proud as to be in front of me!

Looking at the slightly arrogant woman, Liusu smiled.

Everything in the world has conflicts in silence.

I thought that the world in this painting would be a quiet place, but I never thought that there would be such scandalous things.

However, let’s wait and see what happens in the future. There is no birth and no death, which means no desires and no pursuits.

Without that figure in this world, for him, eternity is like a long night, and everything is like sand and dust. What else can keep him entangled?

When Pingyuan left, he not only took away his medium, but also took away his last hope.

Perhaps, for a moment or two, he thought that this was just a test. However, now, no matter how beautiful the weaving is, it is still a dream. Making a choice means eternal loneliness.

He stood on Yishuang Mountain, looked back at the apricot and peach blossoms blooming under the mountain in the moonlight, and smiled helplessly.

Sure enough, it is in the world of paintings that situations like this that violate the laws of nature can occur.

He shook his head. The woman in red at the foot of the mountain looked familiar. She seemed to be the incarnation of Li Qing and Yuan Jian.

However, he knew that he would never love her again.

Because he knew that the woman at this time was just a woman who looked similar to Li Qingyuan in the painting, and her soul was already a stranger to him.

If this is the case, what is the use of three months of mundane trivial matters?

He has nothing to do with him here. Why waste time to experience anything?

However, he was not that active. Since Pingyuan left him three months, he naturally wanted to use these three months to experience the world in the painting.

Three thousand years ago in Zhuxia, when Daxia had not yet been established, this land did not have the title of Xia Land.

Qiu Ling was the capital of Yan, and its king was called Emperor Yi.

Maybe, he is not Emperor Yi yet.

But who cares?

Liusu left a letter and embarked on his journey.

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling his name, but he could not remember the owner of the voice. He was a tourist in this painting, with no roots and no feet, so who would know his name.

In three months, he surveyed the world with his green clothes and white sword.

In ancient time and space, everything seemed so old and mottled.

In comparison, Yuexia Valley turned out to be a place like a mundane place.

Every flower and tree there is full of life, while the outside world is mottled and chaotic, just like in troubled times.

Three months passed by in a blink of an eye, and he only walked through the places he walked. No one remembered his name, and no one asked him to remember his name.

This silent land lasts for a thousand years if you count the dust.

However, the millennium has been the same as the world he walked through for three months back then. There have been no unnecessary changes. The people are still the same, and the scenery is still the same. Tassel lies helplessly in the clouds. This world is boring.

Like a desert.

The ancient desert!

He seemed to be able to imagine that it would be the same for thousands of years to come. He had been in the clouds, observing the scenery for thousands of years, and carefully counting the dust in the world, and he was already tired of seeing this.

So, what else can he do with the remaining time?

His lifeless future will last until the day the world ends.

There has never been a moment when Liusu was so tired of immortality.

It turns out that this is what immortality is like.

In an ancient desert, the sun has light but no heat, and you can't see the end of the desert while walking staggeringly. This kind of life is worse than sleeping!

So he fell asleep in the clouds and passed away for thousands of years, and the world no longer had anything to do with him.

In a dream, maybe it’s not called a dream!

This is the scene he constructed.

Some people may ask, how to structure the world without the fringe of media.

He is indeed unable to construct a complete world, but he seems to remember that he matched his soul talent at a certain moment. As a result, he has the ability to construct some scenes.

Even though he lost his medium, he still used dreams as a medium to construct his own illusory world.

In the first life, because of his handiwork, the world he constructed disappeared without deduction.

So, he woke up from his dream.

But Liusu didn't care and continued to sleep.

Thus, the second life was born!

Based on the story of Butterfly Lovers, he framed himself and Li Qingyuan into this nihilistic dream. Of course, he tampered with the plot of Butterfly Lovers. How could such a shrewd person like him not see that Li Qingyuan was disguised as a man?

Qing Yuan. After all, the omens of great misfortune are clearly visible to my eyes!

As a result, the legendary drama of bitter love gradually evolved into a drama of color. Liusu was drunk and pillowed on the yellow beam, and the dream was lost, and the spring night was over.

Being classmates for three years turned into bedfellows for three years, which can be regarded as the greatest rebellion in history.

However, spring dreams sometimes end,

In the second life, Liusu was also too excited and collapsed.

After all, it was the first time that Li Qingyuan was pushed down, and it took three years to do so. Liusu didn't shatter the world in the first place, which is already commendable.

However, after that, Tassel became more and more proficient.

The fate of Li Qingyuan can also be imagined.

You can imagine how outrageous and despicable it would be for a person to be extremely dishonest!

Liusu has constructed countless versions of the world and experienced countless role plays. Li Qingyuan's identity has ranged from Su Daji to Yang Yuhuan, from Concubine Mi to Chang'e, from Huang Rong to Xiao Longnu, from Lu Xueqi to Yu Ran, from Zixuan to

Zhao Ling'er, from Feng Qingxue to Yun Wuyue, in short, Li Qingyuan has played every role he can think of. The essence of it is just to satisfy his strange taste.

However, the world has changed, but it is more interesting to frame the background of the dream into the modern and future, because it can be done!

In this way, in this world without life and death, Liusu began his dream journey. Every beginning was accompanied by an abrupt end. Because his talent was not enough to support him in constructing a perfect world.

.So, every time Liusu carefully discards all unnecessary plots and goes straight to the theme.

What is a theme?

In the dream, the fingers of Li Qingyuan and Li Qingyuan were clasped together, and the skin was touching. I am in you, and you are in me. This is the theme.
To be continued...