Rain Ashes and Spring Life

When they first met at the Buddhist temple at the age of sixteen, Gu Sheng's sword was pressed against Jiang Yun's throat, but he didn't know that the blood lotus pattern on the other person's heart was the living protective spell planted by his grandfather when he cut open his soul core. In the undercurrent of the academy for three years, they were sworn enemies in the open and secretly obsessed with each other until one hundred thousand magicians broke through the seal. Gu Sheng bit his earbone and whispered before sacrificing: "Next time we meet... Just kill me." So Jiang Yun fell into the forbidden land of Nanming, cut out his heart and sacrificed it to the Tree of Life—— "I will use these three hundred years that I stole to buy you a lifetime in this mortal world." When the Sky-Building Stone and the Curse-protecting Lotus merged in opposite directions, the reversed Yin and Yang finally returned to their proper place, and a hundred years later in the world, they met again holding umbrellas in the misty and rainy streets. "This time, there is no life, only you and me." ———— Three months ago. Moyang City is located on the eastern coast of the mainland, across the sea from the Japanese Islands. April was the rainy season. On a bluestone bridge in the west of the city, raindrops broke through the mist-filled lake sky. Oil-paper umbrellas made a dull sound. Pedestrians passed by, and Jiang Yun was suddenly attracted by a familiar face. "Gu Sheng?" "Is it you?" In the dark, I seemed to be entangled by an invisible thread, and I knew that he could not appear here, but the thread seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, my heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, and my breathing became tense and rapid. Jiang Yun felt that this man was Gu Sheng. The clear and clean jawline under the umbrella rim and the crescent-shaped lips are exactly the same as Gu Sheng's. But he is already dead. Jiang Yun leaned against the stone railing at the head of the bridge, feeling a slight sting in his heart. The man held an oil-paper umbrella and walked slowly toward the bridge among the crowd on the causeway. Jiang Yun's eyes followed him subconsciously. The man lifted up his plain white brocade robe that was slightly stained with mud, stepped onto the dilapidated steps with his long boots, and his cheeks were gradually revealed by the oil-paper umbrella. "Ha... Ha..." Jiang Yun's chest was rising and falling uncontrollably, and the breath he exhaled was like mist condensed from years of dry tears, blurring Jiang Yun's vision. "Gu Sheng..." No one responded. Aware of the intense gazes beside him, the man turned his head slightly, but only took a quick glance, and then passed him by under Jiang Yun's gaze. The breath in Jiang Yun's nose turned to tremble slightly, and the tears wrapped in his eyes fell. "Gu Sheng!" "Immortal Mowen," the little fairy on the side urged, "it's getting late, we should rush to the Zhao Mansion. It would be disrespectful to be late." How could it be so similar to him? "Master!" Jiang Yun wanted to get up and catch up, but his words were quickly swallowed up by the sea of ​​people. Together with the man who just passed by, they turned into a trembling noise and disappeared into the bustling flow of people on the long embankment. "Why... Disappeared?" "My lord, why is King Qiu Ting here? He died five hundred years ago." Yes, I have been dead for seven years. What just flashed through was probably a dream. But recently, similar things happen often, as if he will appear at a specific time when the clouds and sunny times intersect. The last ray of light at dusk disappeared as the sun dived into the western mountains, and the dusk suddenly became dull and colorless. Jiang Yun came back to his senses, lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "Let's go." In the Moyang Zhao Mansion, the old lady Zhao Jingyuan had a look of vicissitudes of life on her face. She sat on the Taishi chair and said plausibly: "Cloudy days always bring back people's memories of the past. Although the rain brings gloom to the world, it also cleanses away the filth in the world." Jiang Yun was sitting in the hall, still lost in thought about meeting the person who looked exactly like Gu Sheng. "Dirty refers to people's sadness. When sadness bursts, relationships between people are broken, and emotional ties are disintegrated. After the rain washes away the sadness, it turns into particles and scatters in a place that no one goes to. This place is a space that no one goes to." Zhao Jingyuan muttered, adding an accent to the last few words. Jiang Yun came to his senses and felt a little embarrassed. "Daydreams like mine have become more frequent since I came to Moyang City. Although Moyang City is rainy, it is not as cloudy and sunny as Yongle every day. When I was in Yongle, I had this kind of sudden but real dream about three or four times in a month, but after I came to Moyang, it would happen as soon as it rained." Zhao Jingyuan nodded after hearing this and continued. "My ancestor accidentally discovered this phenomenon that happened to a very small number of people during his lifetime, but until his death, no triggering factors were discovered." "So, I'm not the only one suffering from this disease?" "Immortal Mowen doesn't know something. When my ancestors were doing research, they didn't find any relevant ancient documents. Only by entering the dreams recalled by the people who experienced them, we found that they all have one thing in common," Zhao Jingyuan said, her body couldn't help but trembled, with fear in her eyes, "Their dreams... Are foreshadowing a disaster." "Things that foreshadow the future... As the day when the prophecy comes true approaches, this phenomenon will become more frequent, right? The unusual movements in the sky that year seem to be related to dreams." Jiang Yun said. "But what makes me unbelievable the most is..." Zhao Jingyuan clutched the string of beads in her hand tightly, with a sad look on her face, "In the first few months before the celestial phenomena changed, I dreamed about him... Sheng'er..." Jiang Yun's intuition told him that such a dream was more than just a prophecy! " "And during this visit, dreams have become a frequent occurrence anytime and anywhere..." "... He said that he will come back in seven years... I know this is ridiculous, but he never lies, and now it will be seven years before his death, so I guess... The dreams that are becoming more and more frequent, and there must be some secret between him and this city! "Jiang Yun's emotions began to get out of control, and his scarlet eyes began to tremble—— "He can be resurrected, right? Madam... Tell me, Gu Sheng can be resurrected, right? " Looking at Jiang Yun's grief-stricken look, Zhao Jingyuan felt a sting in her heart—— "The technique of resurrection goes against the laws of heaven and will destroy the order of the spiritual world! "Zhao Jingyuan leaned forward, separated from the seat, and looked at Jiang Yun as if she hated iron, and kept coughing. "This is your fate, and this is the mission of the Emperor Wa! ... Xiao Yun, it's been seven years, haven't you given up yet? ! " It's been seven years... Can't I let it go? He is Wa Huangxing... I am Fumingxing. We are born to balance the yin and yang of this world. Jiang Yun's lips were tightly closed, his hands were clenched into fists, and his throat seemed to be pinched hard. No matter how hard he resisted, he was unable to break free. The years of grievances and heart-piercing pain made him unable to bear it anymore—— "Ah--Gu Sheng, you bastard! ! "The heartbreaking shouts broke through the throat, and the tears in the eyes finally poured down, pattering on the cold bricks. For six years, I have been looking for clues about Gu Sheng. I believed that he would come back, so I never gave up. Gu Sheng, where are you? Come back, please. Even if the way of heaven is reversed. I will pull you out of hell too! Intention: If fate cannot be cut off, then fall in love with fate