"Why did he die?" Jiang Jue's eyelids fluttered almost invisibly, as if he was asking someone else, as if he was asking himself.

Changsheng slowly approached the general, he looked down at the Immortal Emperor who was leaning on the back of his chair, and met his gaze coldly.

But there will never be immortality. He just subconsciously raised his eyes, and there was nothing under them.

"It's ridiculous. Not long ago, someone told me that 'love is not long'......"

"But why didn't he tell me that the one who left first would be Changsheng, not me?!"

He will hold the jar of wine with extreme restraint. Judging from the tendons on his hands, if it weren't for his mother's presence next to him, he would have smashed the jar against the wall and smashed it to pieces.

"Mother, tell me, how should I spend this boundless life? Will I be drunk and dream for another hundred years? But even if I am drunk for ten thousand years, I will ...... when I wake up."

"When I wake up, there will be no more immortals in front of my eyes. The man paused, and his voice was hoarse a little more, and it sounded almost hissing.

After a long time, Jiang Juecai said word by word: "I regret it." ”

Changsheng was facing Jiang Jue at this moment, and at that moment, he clearly saw Jiang Jue's deep and dim eyes.

After saying this, Jiang Jue fell silent, and he suddenly looked sideways at his mother, who had not said a word.

The woman's eyes were closed, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes no longer rose when she spoke, for at the moment she was about to look at her, she had stopped breathing forever.

There was a dead silence in the room. Jiang Jue just lowered his eyes and looked at his mother for a while, as if he was silently bidding her farewell.

However, the illusion does not give him time to remember. Jiang is not just a step towards his mother, and the scene of the illusion directly transitions to the scene where his young brother dies under the attack of the beast.

Seeing this, he no longer restrained his anger, he raised his hand and smashed the wine jar in his hand hard, and his expressionless face was under the splash of wine.

When the wine soaked the moist earth, the picture before his eyes changed again. This time, what appeared in front of his eyes was Changsheng.

An immortal who had just met him and was walking the "dusty road" in front of the Qiongyu Sect.

The immortal in the fantasy world is stroking the piano and singing the song "Wine Mania". On top of the snow, fiery red drunken flowers fell one after another, as if a boundless fire had been ignited in winter.

Will never remember what happened next. Although he was impatient to remember, he naturally remembered everything related to immortality. He remembered that after that, Immortal would conjure up a thorny rose and fall in his jar.

And that's exactly what happened. It's just that Ji Gang smashed the wine jar in the previous scene, and there was nothing in his hand at this time, so the flower sent by Changsheng fell directly on his rough palm.

Shoji calmly stared at the warm rose, watching as he slowly tightened his hands.

The spikes spreading from the rose branches were just like they had been at the beginning, not in his palm, but in his long-buried heart.

This time, I didn't crush the petals and drink it with wine. With a slight movement of his fingertips, he casually plucked a few petals and threw them away, and then pinched those petals and walked to Changsheng, who was talking to Qian Jingyi not far away.

The snow was still falling. Perhaps because the snow was too big, some snowflakes that fell on the tips of Changsheng's hair did not melt immediately, but covered his hair with a thin layer of white.

From a distance, it looks a bit like you were born with gray hair.

"Immortality. Jiang Jue glanced at Changsheng's hair with an unpredictable expression, and then stood behind him and whispered.

And at the moment when Changsheng turned back in confusion, the man raised his hand and pressed the petals of his fingertips on Changsheng's lips, and then used his empty right hand to choke Changsheng's neck and kiss it fiercely.

The real Changsheng not far away saw this scene, and the whole person was not good.

Seeing the general kissing "himself" almost like crazy in front of everyone is really a very subtle feeling.

"I regret it. "Jiang Jue didn't care at all about the gaze of those Qiongyu Sect monks in the illusion realm.

After he finished kissing, he didn't let go of the hand that was holding Changsheng's throat, but spit out the words he had said before with bloodshot eyes. And this time, he finished the unfinished words of the last time.

"In my life, I have never really regretted anything. When my family and friends were gone, I thought I regretted it, but in fact, it was just a lot of regrets. ”

"But you're different. ”

"Changsheng, you are different. ”

"I'm so remorseful at the moment......"

"I've been so restrained. I don't hug you, I don't kiss you, I don't even have the temperament to say a few more words to you. I just want to stand behind you, be nice to you, be kinder, and just watch you watch for a little longer. ”

"But why, you're still dead?" said this, tightening the hand that was holding Changsheng's throat again.

"I regret it. If I knew this was the case, why should I be so restrained?"

"Since I hurt you anyway, I'd rather do it myself and remember it more deeply. After saying that, he really made a dead hand. And as he moved, the ends of his own dull hair began to turn white.

In an instant, the face of the general was still the same, but he was full of gray hair.

"In this way, it can be regarded as a white head together, right?" said Jiang Jue with a chuckle the moment Changsheng lost his breath, obviously doing this on purpose.

Anyway, he didn't want to break the illusion, so he might as well end it all like this. This plane already has a tomb that he prepared for himself, and if he dies here, he can be regarded as buried with immortality, right?

"Absolutely. Changsheng, who was quietly watching this scene not far away, suddenly called out with "Traditional Sound Jue".

The spiritual power in the illusion is more abundant than Changsheng thought, in the past, he could not simulate the human voice no matter what, but today he desperately gambled against the consequences, and he really did it.

At this moment, the generals who should say goodbye have already said goodbye, and those who should have wanted to open have probably also wanted to open, Changsheng felt that this was the best time for him to speak.

Even if he wasn't, he couldn't wait. He could see that he would die in his heart, and he was afraid that he would die in the illusion.

The moment the man's hair was all white and he sneered in a low voice, Changsheng suddenly realized that Jiang Jue was probably really very pleased with him.

And he was reluctant to die like this.

When Changsheng spoke, he raised his hand to wipe the remaining petal juice from his lips. Suddenly, his movements froze suddenly, then furiously, and when he raised his eyes again, the depths of his dark pupils were already bloody.

Of course, Jiang Jie could hear that it was the voice of the immortal, and it was precisely because it was the voice of the immortal that he was even more angry.

Wasn't this illusion enough to torture him? Because that immortal had already been strangled to death by him just now, this illusion deliberately made another sound to continue to disgust him?

"Absolutely. ”

The familiar call rang out again. Jiang Jue's eyelids moved slightly, and the anger between his eyebrows became more and more serious. He looked sideways at the place where the voice had come with a blank expression, and he didn't expect to see half a figure.

"Absolutely. And just as Jiang was about to ignore the voice, Changsheng called out for the third time.

This time, he captured the location of Changsheng with great precision, and he sarcastically tugged at the corners of his mouth in the direction of the empty object, and spit out a word in a low and angry voice: "Get out!"

Changsheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and suddenly he remembered the scene he had seen in the inn mirror when he and Jiang Jue met.

At that time, the mirror was playing the only image that would be handed down. The man was lying on his back in the thunder in the sky, and he also said the word "roll" to the people of the sect who secretly photographed him.

It's been many years now, but when I opened my mouth to drive people away, there was the same misanthropy between my eyebrows.

Changsheng looked at the dead silence on Jiang Jue's face, and guessed that the other party was taking his voice as a trick played by the illusion, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

This illusion has deceived the general too many times, and now this man should think so. All he could do now was to try his best to make the general believe his words and believe that he was not dead before his spiritual power ran out.

"Never, I never died. After figuring it out, Changsheng directly opened his mouth to explain.

"Think about the sword that pierced me. The sword is pitch black, half-real and half-virtual, and looks like the sword in your hand. It didn't really pierce me, the swords in this plane are in your possession, you should know how strange it is. ”

Changsheng's words made Jiang Jue's action of preparing to draw his sword and kill himself slightly. The man subconsciously glanced in the direction where Changsheng was, but his eyes were still unwavering.

Jiang Jue didn't seem to react to Changsheng's words, but he moved the tip of his sword aimed at his heart a little away.

"Go on. After a long time, he said this. It seems that he believes in the words of immortality, but it also seems that he does not believe at all.

Changsheng couldn't help but sigh. Jiangjie's reaction made him realize that just talking about the sword was not enough to convince the other party that he was not dead. He had to be convinced that he was indeed a true immortal, an immortal who was alive and well.

To be honest, Changsheng really didn't expect that the philosophical question of proving that "he is indeed himself" would one day fall on him, and he would have to go to great lengths to prove it.

"You've always wanted to know the flower language of the flowers that fell from me, and I'm going to tell you all about it today. And this is about the only thing that only I know about the three thousand worlds. ”

Changsheng closed his eyes, and finally said in a broken jar: "The flower that fell in the inn when you and I first met is called the oil tung flower. And its flower language is...... The beginning of love. ”

After Changsheng's words fell, Jiang Jue couldn't help but raise his eyes, and his left hand holding the sword scabbard trembled unconsciously.

"On our way to Huarongzong, the flower that fell from the sky was an epiphany. ”

"I told you the flower language of epiphany, it represents the beauty of the moment, the eternity of the moment. ”

Will never remember this phrase, and he also remembers that night, he promised not to let the immortal die in front of his eyes. Thinking of this, the right hand holding the sword gradually became a little unstable. His eyes were directed in the direction of Changsheng, but the whole person was silent and did not say a word.

"During the Centennial Ceremony of the Little Thousand Worlds, I suddenly held your wrist, and a red flower fell at that time. ”

"That's tulips. The flower language of red tulips is 'confession of love'. ”

"Never, it wasn't just a red tulip that fell that day. I remember that day, I asked you if you believed me, and you answered. So what are you hesitating about right now?"

"Believe me, is it that hard?" Changsheng looked at the end of the day. At this moment, his spiritual power was almost dry, his meridians and bones were as if they were being burned by fire, and his throat was filled with sticky blood that he had pressed down again and again.

He couldn't say a few words anymore. If the general still doesn't believe him, he can only admit it.

“…… I didn't answer you at the time. When you asked me if I believed you that day, I replied, 'Maybe.'" ”

After a long time, the hand that held the sword tightened opened his mouth and replied.

His voice was still low and steady, but his eyes were already red.

"Really?" Changsheng didn't refute Jiang Jue's hard mouth, but just smiled and continued, "Just now you happened to relisten to the song "Wine Mania" that I played in Qiong Yuzong, in fact, there is still a paragraph after the sentence 'How to solve worries, only night light' was deleted by me. ”

"That passage is, 'Deep Zijin, Relax My Heart' (1) ......"

"'But for the sake of the king, he has been silent to this day (2). ’”

After Changsheng finished saying these last words, he staggered and leaned against the boulder standing outside the Qiongyu Sect.

Jiang Jue listened to Changsheng's words in silence, and then gently closed his eyes and lowered the hand holding the sword.

Tears that have not been shed for a hundred years have finally fallen to the ground today.