"Mother, mother, what happened later?"

"Later, the red-clothed sect master drove out of the valley in time and defeated the rest of Qingyun Villa, and everyone was saved."

"What else?"

"There was a missing sect called Changgemen in the rivers and lakes overnight, and there was Changge in the south, and the ghosts and gods were not worried, and it became a distant legend."

"But, is the Snow Treading Boy just dead? Are all the bad guys alive and well? That Qingyun Villa is the current headquarters of the Martial Arts League, Qingyun Villa? ”

"Yes, the Snow Boy was already sick and weak, and he was completely able to survive that war after the war, and no one thought that anyone would betray him. Later, the leader of the alliance transported the body of the snow boy back to the Fence Mountain and buried it in the valley, and then later, the leader of the Su League handed over the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance and lived in the mountains with his wife. Since then, the people in Jiyu Mountain have rarely arrived, and the Su family has slowly been blurred into a past of martial arts, and gradually no one has mentioned it again. ”

"Ah-," cried the little girl in disappointment, "what about the bad guys? ”

The gentle woman smiled faintly, and in her smile was the vicissitudes and emotions that the young child could not see. After a long time, she sighed softly, "...... In this world, there are no real bad people. Where people's hearts go, good and evil, are just a thought. ”

"Mother, what are you talking about, why can't Cheng'er understand?"

"When you grow up, you'll understand." The woman kindly touched the girl's head. At sunset, the husband who went out hunting came back, and the man was still very young, but his handsome face had an indifference and vicissitudes beyond his age.

"Good luck today, eat roe deer at night," the man said, with a pause, "By the way, Alain, are you ready?" When are you on your way? ”

Half a month later, the young woman left the small southern valley. She was going to a far, far away place, in the desert of the northwest, where there was a man waiting for him, who had been her benefactor, her master, the person she most respected, and when it had passed, she had promised him that she would pick up his bones in five years. Bury him and repay him for a lifetime.

Half a year later, she came to that valley. Although she has been in seclusion for five years, she has not been wasted in her internal strength, she has performed light skills and jumped off the cliff, the bottom of the valley is a wasteland, walking and walking suddenly saw a small village, at the end of the village there is an ancient tree, a dry well, a lonely grave, a tombstone in front of the lonely grave engraved "aunt's tomb". The man in red closed his eyes lightly, facing the lonely grave, and sat quietly under the ancient tree, as if he was asleep, and his expression was peaceful and serene that he had never seen before in his life.

Although she had already been mentally prepared, when she saw this scene, she still felt a sour nose and her eyes became blurry.

Later, a new grave was erected next to the lonely grave. The plain-clothed woman knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times, and then slowly left without looking back.

Later, it was another half a year, and an uninvited guest came to Jiuyu Mountain, and the person who came was only an old man. The little boy on the mountain led her to the secluded valley, the valley is full of green bamboo, she saw a lonely woman in a lonely bamboo house by the river, the woman's facial features were beautiful, but her expression was very bleak, she saw her, only said a sentence "The door master left a message, saying that the secret of immortality has been destroyed, and from now on the world will be peaceful, and there will never be a demon like Dan Qian three hundred years ago."

The woman smiled slightly, and she looked out of the window at a lonely grave. The green bamboo is green, and the bones are proud.

"He can finally rest in peace."

After that, she was extremely tired and closed, and the delicate sunlight fell on her eyelashes, fragile and slender, complete and peaceful. The woman was shocked, and when she looked down, she saw that her palm was slightly open, and there was a little cinnabar in her palm, like a drop of blood that could not be dissolved.

Later, she and her husband inquired about the rivers and lakes for many, many years, until they were both old, and finally found out the whereabouts of the last old man. She still remembers that a long, long time ago, that woman's name was Hongyi, and her favorite was also Hongyi, but she always wore a Hunan dress for others.

The red face is no longer like frost, and the girl of the year is still lonely on the bank of the Ningshui River, watching the sunrise and sunset, far away and indifferent.

Changge Gate was built on the bank of the Ningshui River before.

She found her, and finally had time to hand her a quaint wooden hairpin, and told her, "This is what the master asked me to bring to you at the end." ”

The old man took the hairpin tremblingly, the hairpin was not carved well, but there was a line of small characters engraved on it, she looked at it, and suddenly she held the hairpin tightly, and cried, crying loudly, crying loudly. It's like a lifetime of grievances, and they all vent it all at once.

- July fire, August Weiyang; This life is negative, and the next life can be expected.

The young woman was also gray-haired, but fortunately, she had someone to accompany her in this life. Holding her husband's hand tightly, she murmured softly: "Qingfeng, you see, the qiē is finally over." ”

Fifty-three years is not short, but it is long, but it has passed all of a sudden.

The evening breeze is light, the river is green, and the reeds are flying, as if they are telling some old story, so far away, so long.

On this day, at this moment, the desert is lonely, the sunset is just right, and a wisp of residual glow shines on the tombstone of one of the tombs at the bottom of the valley

——The old Xia Jianglan percussion.