Gu Ren was like shuttling through ice and flames, rising and falling in the clouds and abyss......

Tireless......

Faintly, his injuries were slowly recovering, and his body was glowing with new life, like a dry earth through a hazy drizzle, silent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know how long it took, but I finally fell asleep with Xia Qing in my arms.

……

The early morning sun shines through the gaps in the flowers, sprinkling dappled light and shadow, and a blue-tailed dragonfly in the grass gently lands on the tip of a dog's tail grass, and the tip of the grass trembles, and a drop of crystal dew drops down and falls into the grass.

"Squeak......

A cicada called from the grass not far away, and the blue-tailed dragonfly flew up from the tip of the grass, flapped its wings, watched vigilantly in the direction from which the sound came, spun for a moment, and flew towards the sky.

Under a tall pear tree, a green canvas tent was erected.

Enchantments were placed around the tent.

A layer of black ripples ripples ripples......

Inside the tent, the warm wind hit people, and there were faint wisps of women's fragrance in the air.

The tent is near the left and contains pots and pans and other daily necessities, apparently someone has lived here for some time.

To the right of the tent, a bamboo bed is placed. On the bamboo bed, a man with long hair like ink and white skin was lying peacefully on it, covered with a silk brocade quilt.

He breathed calmly, a faint smile of satisfaction on his face.

On the small wooden cabinet at the head of the bed, there was a letter, the pen and ink on the envelope were damp and glowing with a faint luster, and it looked like it had just been left.

Above the tent, a string of purple wind chimes hangs, which jingle and make a crisp sound. Surrounded by wisps of immortal power, they manifested into fine white snowflakes, fluttering and sprinkling, falling on Gu Ren's body, turning into a little bit of vitality and integrating into his body.

Half-ringing......

The man's eyelashes twitched slightly, and he finally opened his eyes.

The confused gaze fell on the purple wind chimes, a little confused and puzzled.

He twisted his neck, a sharp pain in his brain, and some memories flooded into his mind like a flood.

There are one picture after another floating in my mind, just like a movie.

In the picture, his wife Xia Qing burst into tears, and she exploded into a little light rain.

In the picture, he went crazy, exploded the will of heaven and earth, and died with the three immortal kings.

In the picture, the moment he fell, he was embraced by a ball of light and rushed towards a space-time rift.

In the picture, he is almost dead, without a piece of flesh intact, and a woman with a black veil covering her face cuts her arm with a knife every day, dripping her blood into his mouth drop by drop. He relied on this drop of blood and regained his body with difficulty.

In the picture, his physical body gradually recovered, and after every night, he hugged the woman in the dark and called Xiaoqing, tossing and turning......

In the picture, his primordial spirit is finally round and full, and his long snow-white hair has regained its jet-black ink color. The flesh is even more glowing with a faint light.

In the picture, the woman snuggled in his arms, wrote a letter, took out a string of purple wind chimes and hung it on the bed, turned around and reluctantly left, at the door of the tent, looked back at him again, two crystal tears rolled down her cheeks, fell in the air, turned into a circle of ripples, and then resolutely turned around and melted into the air.

……

"Hoo ......"

Gu Ren slowly closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

After half a ring, he opened his eyes again, uncovered the quilt, got out of bed, and picked up the letter placed next to the bedside table.

Pulling out the letter paper inside, he calmly looked at the words drawn with the power of the fairy path on it.

"I'm gone, take care of myself later. This is the small Qiankun world of the cultivation realm, Luoxue Lake Pear Blossom Island, no one will come here for the time being, the purple wind chimes will help you heal, after the injury is healed, go and stay for your own choice. Don't be sad about Xia Qing, she didn't die, her soul mark was taken back to the world where she lived by her true body, with your talent and potential, as long as you keep going, you should be able to see it one day. I'm back to my world, and you'll see me one day. One day, you will understand that in this world, the person who loves you the most is not Xia Qing, but me. Take care...... Love you forever and ever!!"

Behind the letter are traces of tears.

Gu Ren looked at it distractedly, and he could feel the deep sadness flowing from the letter.

I've been watching it like this for a long time......

These characters are runes condensed by the power of the Immortal Dao, and without a font, it is impossible to distinguish who they are......

recalled the appearance, figure, and other characteristics of the black gauze woman again in his mind, except that it was definitely not Xia Qing, and he couldn't determine her identity.

The black veil covering the woman's face was like a mysterious law, obscuring his vision......

"Xiaoxue, Yiyi, Su Xiao......"

Gu Ren muttered to himself.

To be able to love him so much, not hesitating to cut his arm and feed him with blood for a whole month, except for his wife, only these three women should be crazy to this point......

It's just that he felt that the woman was not the three of them, because he could feel her strength, and the power that she inadvertently exuded was a kind of high-realm space-time law that he had never touched...... At least the Immortal King can't do it......

Only the power that surpassed the realm of the Immortal King brought him back to life from the brink of death......

Han Xue is just the cultivation of the True Immortal Realm, Lin Yiyi and Su Xiao are still just mortals, even if they come to the Cultivation Realm, in just a few years, how can they reach the supreme existence of the Immortal King Realm.

So who will it be?

He also didn't know......

However, he thought of a possibility, that is, the reincarnation body and the true body.

Since she knew that her wife Xia Qing was taken back to that world by her true body, maybe Han Xuelin in the human world was also the reincarnation body of a supreme existence, and after her true body and reincarnation body fused, she saved him.

"Alas...... As long as Xiaoqing is alive...... No matter where her world is, he will find her! As for who the person who saved him is, one day, he will know, but how should they face it? In what capacity?

He muttered to himself, with mixed feelings. Retracted his gaze, folded the letter paper, put the envelope back, and put it into the Bodhi sub-space.

Moving his eyes to the purple wind chime, he stretched his hand, and the purple wind chime was also included in the Bodhi sub-space.

glanced at the other things in the tent, and with a wave of his hand, they were all included in the Bodhi sub-space.

Get out of the tent.

Outside the tent, there was an endless pear blossom, and the faint fragrance of pear blossoms wafted throughout the forest.

He sat cross-legged and watched the pear blossoms look like snow.

This is a month......

Pear blossom is ruined...... Full of new sprouts......

All his injuries had recovered, and he was surrounded by four purple qis, and his eyes were like electricity, and he was full of vitality. (To be continued.) )