Ruoshui went to the Valley of Forgetfulness, and he saw with his own eyes that Xu Changfeng, who heard the bad news, was as calm as a river of autumn water, lifeless without a trace of ripples.

It was a kind of despair, a despair that the heart was dead to.

He didn't say a word, just turned around and walked back to the Hall of Forgetfulness step by step.

Indeed, he is still the head of the Valley of Forgetfulness, an immortal respected by thousands of people.

In this world, except for Ruoshui, no one remembers what he has done, and he has always been the head of the indifferent and high-minded Valley of Forgetfulness.

And Liang Yan, as if he did not appear in this world, did not stay in anyone's memory.

Liang Yan no longer has the ability to erase the memories of him and Ruoshui, so that he doesn't have to feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Xu Changfeng sat in front of the incense case, silently eating a bowl of white rice, as if he saw Liang Yan opposite, he was tilting his head and asking him with a smile: "Master, is it delicious?"

He went to the pear blossom forest in Houshan, the pear blossoms bloomed just right, and he seemed to see Liang Yan flying among the flowers, and the naughty figure was everywhere, which was the most beautiful scenery.

He went to the kitchen and seemed to see Liang Yan humming a little tune while stir-frying one dish after another with great interest, and the dishes were all dishes he had said were delicious.

He even saw him take a bowl of pear paste and hand it to him, saying, "Master, this is your favorite food!"

He even saw Liang Yan holding a jade flute, dancing the unruly sword in the moonlight, and saw her holding the sword at a fast speed, and then stopped and hung her head and smiled, saying, "Master, the apprentice is impatient again......

Everywhere he went, he seemed to see her.

Yan Yan...... Didn't you say that you would come back in three days?

A burst of white mist gradually condensed in front of Xu Changfeng's eyes, it was tears gushing out of his eyes uncontrollably, and it was a wordless longing for his beloved.

Time has passed, the white horse has passed, this name, this figure seems to be getting fader and fader in memory, his identity is just the head of the Valley of Forgetfulness who cares about the people of the world.

It's just that deep in the bottom of her heart, there is still a small figure, a childish and crisp shout, she shouted, Master!

Ruoshui never understood why Suiyun smiled so brightly at him before he died.

Later, he understood, thought about it for a long time, and finally understood.

Sui Yun said that no matter what in this life, he would never kill Ruoshui, he was not lying.

Including at the last moment, he didn't want to kill him either. He just understood that if Liang Yan saved Ruoshui like this, he would definitely leave him alive, but the fate of the two people in this day could not be shaken off for a lifetime.

If one of them dies, the other will never be a danger again.

He knew that Liang Yan would not live long, and it was not that he didn't think about making plans when she left, but in the end, all this was dispelled by Ruoshui.

Half a month of imprisonment did not change the slightest of his thoughts, Suiyun understood, wasn't it this stubbornness that made him identify this inheritor?

Once the wind rises, at nightfall, it will be buried forever.

Only by using Ruoshui as a threat will Liang Yan really kill him, his purpose has never been to kill Ruoshui, but to die.

With this death, the peace of Ruoshui was exchanged for Ruoshui, and all uncertain variables in the future were stifled.

Ruoshui figured everything out, touched the well-behaved Qingqi in front of him, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.