In Yang Jian's recent dreams, he always goes back to the past.
A thousand years ago.
There is a bluestone road at the mouth of Guanjiang River, and at the end of the road is the Yang Mansion. Walking along the hanging flower corridor into the backyard, a clump of Xiangfei bamboo was hidden inside the moon gate, and a beauty in white clothes and skirt stood there, smiling at him.
Two thousand years ago.
The golden-winged phoenix of Qishan flew across the sky and the earth. In the dark and dark battlefield of the Conferred Gods, the girl beside him flew toward the enemy tent. When she drew her sword, her eyes were sharp and bright.
Three thousand years ago.
From Yuquan Mountain to Kunlun Mountain, in the Chanjiao Cave, the childish-looking girl waved to him, her face turned red from the cold, and she said, My name is Yun Xun, Yang Jian, you must remember me. He remembered it, from the first time he saw it, he remembered it for three thousand years.
Destinies overlap and heaven and earth change. The sky patching platform is cracked, and a great disaster occurs. We first met in Kunlun and reunited in Guanjiang. Thousands of years of knotted hair, a thousand layers of frost.
The Tathagata asked Yang Jian, "The horizon of the gods is endless, have you ever had any regrets?" Yes, a thousand years is too short.
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