Lu Zeduan, the Li brothers and others hurried to the Kuzen Temple, for fear that Han Xiaoyue had already been ambushed. When everyone arrived, they found that Han Xiaoyue had not yet appeared.

Han Xiaoyue lay quietly in the corner, as if she had returned to the gate of Jiangyuan City in her sleep.

***

Long Yan was staring ahead, waiting for her father Long Jiu's return. And he looked at Long Yan, as if he had insight into everything, and his face was a little more calm. He knew what the fate of the two would be, so he was no longer entangled.

"Yan'er, I'm not going to forge the sword mound. We can settle down wherever we want, and we won't be separated anymore!" Han Xiaoyue looked at her and said. Long Yan was stunned, as if she had just met, and asked rhetorically, "Han Xiaoyue, what are you talking about?"

Han Xiaoyue disagreed, and continued: "I said, I want to protect you wholeheartedly. I said, I'm not going to forge the sword mound anymore, I'm not going to go into danger anymore. Long Yan smiled when she heard this, reached out and touched Han Xiaoyue's forehead and said, "What is the sword mound? What is guarding me? Are you not sick?"

Han Xiaoyue held her hand, but she instantly broke free. "Yan'er, I mean really. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I just know that I don't want to be separated from you!" Long Yan was stunned again when she heard this, and stretched out her hand again to touch his forehead and said, "Han Xiaoyue, you won't really be sick, right? How can you say such inconsistent words? Are you frightened in Song Ying?" But seeing that he didn't say a word, he just stared at himself, so he continued to ask, "Han Xiaoyue, are you okay?" Han Xiaoyue ......

***

I don't know how long it took, Han Xiaoyue only felt that Long Yan in front of her was becoming more and more blurry, and the temperature of her hand on her forehead did not cool down.

Gradually, his eyes turned white. When he rubbed his eyes again and opened them vigorously, he saw that five or six unfamiliar faces had already gathered around him. Among them, an old man is putting his hand on his forehead. When the old man saw Han Xiaoyue wake up, he said with concern: "Young man, what's wrong with you?" Then, the people around him also talked about it, not knowing what happened to him, and they looked curious.

"He seems to be quite familiar, it seems that he is the one who got married in the dry Zen Temple!"

"I heard that the man set fire to the Tibetan scripture building, so he must not dare to come!"

Han Xiaoyue didn't care about what the people around her said, she just blinked and asked the old man, "How long have I been lying down, what time is it?" The old man replied, "I don't know how long you have been lying, but it has been more than half an hour since I found you." I just touched you and snorted, but I couldn't wake you up. Looks like you're tired, aren't you?"

Han Xiaoyue secretly said in her heart: "What you think in your heart, what is enough." Thinking of this, he sat up, shook his head, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you, I'm fine." So saying, he got up and left, leaving the crowd to discuss.

However, he was in a hurry to leave, but he was not in a hurry to rush to the dry Zen Temple. Because he understands that there is something more important than avenging Long Yan at the moment, and that is to pay tribute to her.

Although there is no meat to eat in Xingping County, you can buy good wine. Out of Xingping County, Han Xiaoyue bought two jars of good wine and found a weedy field. The weed was more than a man tall, and it was completely isolated from the rest of the world when it walked. "Where can a hermit not live in seclusion? This is also a very interesting thing about the weeds, and the right to live in the grass. Han Xiaoyue thought so, slumped on the ground and laughed secretly.

It was too far to go to Shilipo, so I had to pay tribute to each other from afar to comfort the bitterness in my heart.

Opening the first jar of wine, Han Xiaoyue sat cross-legged and said, "Yan'er, I seem to have entered the dying moment just now." What I saw in my eyes was you and I above the gate of Jiangyuan City, waiting for your father at nine o'clock. I'm wondering, if I couldn't hold back my thoughts about you at that time and didn't say those few words that made you mistakenly think that I was 'sick', would we be able to do it all over again in our minds?"

Han Xiaoyue was already not strong enough to drink, and after half a jar of wine, her face was already crimson. With a wipe of the corners of his mouth, he continued: "If I can choose, I would rather choose that we have no heirs, and we will live a peaceful life like this, and go to Huangquan together until we die, which is a hundred times stronger than staying alone in the world now! The Li brothers and sisters were demoted to the north, and they must have had an unsatisfactory life, but after all, they were still a family reunion. As for me, I ended up alone, crying out in this barren meadow, so desolate!"

Then, Han Xiaoyue opened the second jar of wine again, and continued in her mouth: "Yan'er, do you know that Brother Xiaoyue is about to return to the Kuzen Temple. Once, Kuzen Temple had so many pasts for you and me. You and I have gone through ten trials together and passed the ghost gate together. The marriage of you and me has been blessed by the people of the county, and the wedding of the dry temple would have been a good story for future generations. Maybe it's because you and I have a shallow fate, or maybe you and I should have this catastrophe. Since you were taken captive, I seem to have changed, I ......have become cautious and cautious," he said, recalling his three years of travel, and his face with a frown and a solemn expression slowly stretched.

"These three years are three years that I will never forget. You and I have traveled to Mobei, to the East China Sea, and to the land of Kyushu, and there is no faster life than these three years. I often hear people say, 'Misfortune and fortune depend on', three years seem to be happy, let me relax my vigilance, and finally lose you!" Han Xiaoyue drank three sips of the second jar of wine, and suddenly stood up and shouted, "Yan'er! I shouldn't have left you, I shouldn't have left you in Sword Casting Village! Yan'er, come and beat me, come and scold me! No matter how you beat and scold, as long as you are still alive, I, Han Xiaoyue, can still have a home!" Speaking of this, I finally couldn't help but have two lines of tears flowing out of my eye sockets.

However, how can the deceased come back to life? Han Xiaoyue's wish was nothing more than a temporary paralysis of her own words. It seems that shouting your wish to the sky will make it possible. As everyone knows, it is difficult for people to come back from death.

Han Xiaoyue shouted twice, and seeing that God did not answer, she raised her hand and drank the second jar of wine. After drinking, throw the jar of wine in your hand to the ground, and then kick the first jar over. The fragments all over the ground were like Han Xiaoyue's broken heart, although it was incomplete, it had become innumerably sharp.

"Yan'er, if I kill them, you will get revenge. But if they kill us, you and I can be reunited. Therefore, I will first take your revenge, and then I will go to you on my own. Yan'er, you have to wait for me!" With that, Han Xiaoyue stepped on a piece of debris and walked towards Xingping County.