When Murong Qing woke up, the young man was lying beside him, sleeping quietly.

His face looked unusually pale, his long eyelashes resting quietly on his lower eyelids, and his countenance looked somewhat well-behaved. Murong Qing only felt that his chest was full, and there was an indescribable sense of satisfaction and joy.

Reaching out and gently touching his cheek, the touch under his fingertips was slightly cool and delicate, attracting people to linger, and the man's eyebrows and eyes gradually softened.

"Shihe, open your eyes when you wake up and look at me."

After waking up, his voice was a little lazy and hoarse, coupled with tenderness like water, which was confusing to people's hearts.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, looked at the hand that was playing strangely on his face with an expressionless face, and then turned his gaze to the man. The latter withdrew his hand knowingly, rubbing his fingers with a look of regret. Seeing that the other party opened his mouth to have a seizure, he immediately changed the topic, raised the other hand with gauze wrapped around his wrist, and said with a smile: "I just hurt my palm, why should I be so grand." ”

The young man retracted his gaze, half-lowered his eyes and said casually: "Be careful to sail the Ten Thousand Year Boat, do you have any opinions on Divine Doctor Mo's approach?" ”

Murong Qing leaned to his cheek, and said with a particularly cheeky smile that others dare not guarantee it, but I have no opinion on Shihe. The young man turned his back to him: "Sleep." ”

"Yes." The man said in a troubled manner, put his hand around the person's waist, and hugged him. The young man struggled a few times before he left, and in a short time the sound of breathing turned long. Murong Qing tightened his arms, feeling a little sorry in his heart, thinking that he was tired from the tossing for days. At the moment, he stopped making trouble, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

This night, I slept very soundly.

The rest of the day was like a dream.

There are no disputes in the rivers and lakes, no grievances and hatreds, only each other depends on each other every day, Murong Qing deeply feels that he has no regrets in this life, and he also asked the young man about what happened that day. The other party said lightly, the Jiang League Master was busy announcing the truth, and the rest of the people went back to their respective sects to take care of the aftermath. He didn't care much about it, so he just gave up.

That day, the last dandelions in the valley began to be planted, and the two sat side by side, chatting as they watched.

"Since Jiang Yantian fell into suspended animation, how did he disappear?"

"I wrote that Master helped steal it."

"On that night?"

"Hmm."

"Shihe, Shihe, you really hurt my heart, you even doubt me."

"You didn't test me endlessly at first."

"But there is a saying that is absolutely true, and there is no adulteration!"

"Oh?"

"This sword, this man, is very much in my heart."

“……”

The man did not wait for an answer, but his shoulders sank—and the young man rested on his shoulders.

He smiled and said in a softer tone: "Shihe, tell me about you, anything is fine, as long as it is about you." ”

There was another long silence.

The man finally sensed that something was wrong, turned his head stiffly, and asked in a trembling manner when he saw the young man's calm face as if he was asleep...... Poetry and? ”

When he confirmed that the other party was really and stopped breathing abruptly, the heartache and surging sourness instantly made his eyes red. Murong Qing hugged the young man tightly, calling his name over and over again, kissing his forehead, cheeks, and lips, and treating him like a treasure.

The bright moon boy in a plain white robe came silently, was silent for a while, and said, "He's dead." ”

As if all the love and anger had finally found a way to vent, Murong Qing raised his head abruptly and shouted, "Didn't you say that he couldn't be injured to death?!" ”

"That's right." Mo Li looked at him with pity in his eyes, "But he led the poison for you." ”

Murong Qing was stunned. He turned his gaze blankly and looked at the young man.

Mo Li said: "He told us not to sue you, and not to approach you for the time being, because he promised you that he would accompany you in the last days." ”

The man seemed to have been poked in some kind of mechanism, and suddenly moved. He hugged the youth tightly, as if he wanted to melt people into his bones, and let out an extremely heavy and oppressive roar like a widowed male beast, which resounded throughout the valley.

The clouds stopped and the wind stopped, and the dandelions fluttering in the sky ran aground and disappeared without a trace.

Since then, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have been washed away like old clothes, thousands of colors and styles.

The man walked through the valley of the river to the place where the young man had grown up, looking for the only remaining imprint of him. There was a mourning from the Lingxi faction, and Xiang Wanqiu pointed a sword at him and scolded him angrily, but he was stopped by Fu Yunge, who also had a bad face on the side, and stiffly squeezed out the sentence This is Senior Brother Lin's choice. The man was silent until Jian Yu passed by and saved him from fire and water.

After this battle, the biggest change was actually this young man.

The weakness between the eyebrows in the past has faded, and although it is difficult to hide the grief, he is saying: "Sect Master Murong doesn't need to mind, since Senior Brother has made a decision, it means that he will voluntarily die for you." We have no right to interfere with his actions, we only hope that you, who live in his place, can live well. When he said this, his eyes were firm and clear.

Afterwards, when the man was walking the rivers and lakes, he met Jian Yu a few times, and every time the other party would have earth-shaking changes, and he became more calm and steady. Later, Jian Yu, who became more and more famous in the rivers and lakes, seemed to have become a new generation of young leaders.

Murong Qing, who was traveling with his disciples, asked him curiously, why can he be so calm about his rival in the past, your third senior brother is still in a cannibalistic posture of fighting and killing when he meets.

Jian Yu smiled and said that I am not kind to you, I am for my senior brother, since he chose you, I will respect his decision, because I love him.

Murong Qing didn't say a word, and since then he has lived in seclusion in Saibei, and has never entered the rivers and lakes again.

Five years later, the disciple became a teacher and succeeded to the position of sect leader.

The man sat down, his expression relieved.

"Open a special channel and prepare for transmission."

"Ding, the soul body has been successfully recovered."

In a room with a metallic sheen and a strong sense of postmodernity, the man lying on the bed opened his eyes and sat up.

He paused, took off his helmet and tossed it aside, got out of bed, bypassed the various instruments, and walked to the door. Tall military boots make a rhythmic tapping sound on the dusty floor.

Outside the door was a larger practical room, and all the staff in white coats put down their things in their hands and saluted the moment they saw him. The man nodded, and everyone returned to their previous busy state.

He walked up behind one of them and said, "Call up the plane world number 89735." After thinking about it, he added: "Encrypted transmission." ”

The staff who was engrossed in debugging the values was stunned and hurriedly said yes. The man reached out and pressed it against one of the red □□ fields of the light curtain, then closed his eyes. After a while, the handsome and sharp facial features showed a look that seemed to be smiling, and the long finger pressed a few times on the light curtain, calling up a person's number, "Find out where he went." ”

The staff was about to agree, when he heard him say again: "Send me over." ”

……？！

"Y-Do you still want to inspect?"

The man looked at him and didn't answer. The young staff was suddenly silent and obediently began to arrange.

"Wait." The man suddenly spoke up, smiled inexplicably, and said, "I'm going to add a mark." ”