The third time I talked about the past at night, and burned pine smoke and ink in the morning.

Qin Ying stared at Ming Li without blinking, and asked, "Shouldn't you explain what happened tonight?"

"I'm sorry for trespassing on your home." Ming Li raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Today... I want to see her tonight. So he took the liberty of coming. ”

"You know each other, huh? Is it the first time you've slipped into our house tonight? Qin Ying said coldly.

Ming Li nodded like a peck of rice, like a child admitting his mistakes.

"If you want to see my sister, you don't have to break in the door at night, right? You can bear with it, and when my sister wakes up from the hole tomorrow morning, wouldn't it be good for you to hide in the distance and take a look? Qin Ying naturally sold her sister between her words.

Hearing this, Ming Li had to grin bitterly: "...... I'm afraid your construction is not feasible. Because, I'm going to die tomorrow. ”

Before he died, he wanted to see her. Look at the woman he can't love and hate. Look at the woman who had painted a lot of color in his life.

“…… What do you mean, you're going to die tomorrow? Qin Ying repeated blankly, his eyes carefully observing him.

In addition to being pale and bloodless, Mingli's face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of blue gray. This is indeed the face of a dying man.

Qin Ying covered her mouth in surprise and muttered, "How could it be?"

"I am a sword immortal, and the lifespan of a sword immortal is only two or three hundred years. And I am two or three hundred and seventeen years old, and I have reached the limit. "Ming Li's business is not about himself.

Qin Ying frowned, remembering that her sister said in her previous life: She and Mingli knew each other a long, long time ago, but later separated because of something. Once separated, it is a hundred years.

"—What's going on between you and my sister?"

Mingli pursed his cherry-colored lips, lowered his head and said, "It's a long story, where did you start listening to it?"

After tonight, the past sealed in my mind will disappear like smoke. It's better to pour out these while you haven't forgotten it.

She blinked slyly, a playful expression, "Where do you want to start?"

"Our first meeting was two hundred and twenty years ago..."

In 310 A.D., the world was in turmoil. The Western Jin Dynasty is about to run out. In order to escape the scourge of war, the displaced people fled into the mountains.

He dragged his family and carried his luggage to Taibai Mountain, the main peak of the Qinling Mountains.

Panting and squatting by the stream below filled with water bladders, he turned around and happened to meet a girl with a shining light.

Just by looking at it, he felt that ten thousand years had passed.

She taught him to identify the edible plants on the mountain, and told him what to burn to repel insects and ants.

A few months later, it happened that a team of Hu people were recharging the army for catching strong men and searching the mountains at night. His mother died in a fire to protect him.

The only concern in the world was gone, and he rose up to the idea of worshipping the Daomen.

The next day, he packed up his baggage and went to Zhangren Mountain in Shudi. As the saying goes, eight hundred miles of Qinchuan. Walking along the winding mountain system of the Qinling Mountains, you can go straight into Shu.

Roasting the fish caught in the river, he raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and saw her again in the afterglow.

Immediately, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is it you?"

"It's me." She replied, "I happened to be on the same road as you. ”

"I'm going to Zhangren Mountain to practice Sword Immortal, what are you going to do there?"

"I'm going to practice too." She smiled, "... I'm hungry, can you give me a grilled fish? ”

They entered the Qing Palace on Zhangren Mountain together and worshiped different masters. One cultivates the sword immortal, and the other cultivates the talisman.

The mountains don't know the years. Twenty years of the same school and different divisions passed quickly.

"One day, she made an unforgivable mistake and was expelled from the school by the palace master. We haven't seen each other since. "Mingli brushed over what should have been a vigorous ending.

Qin Ying said unrelentingly: "... What did my sister do at that time? ”

Hearing such a sharp question, he could only answer positively: "Kill." She killed my master. ”

She knew in her heart: no wonder my sister would say "I'm sorry" to his name in her sleep.

In the past hundred years, he has been lovesick and not seen, and now he came to see her before he died, and quietly drew a farewell figure. This is a bleak ending.

However, Qin Ying vaguely remembered that her sister and Ming in her previous life were together; Right now... It's still too early to get to the real end, but the situation is not optimistic.

"What will happen to the Sword Immortal after he dies?" Qin Ying asked with a light brow.

"Either dust to dust, earth to earth, or corpses to immortals."

There are four types of immortals: heavenly immortals, human immortals, earth immortals, and ghost immortals. The Sword Immortal is a branch of the Earth Immortal, and after death, it either becomes a part of the heaven and earth, or ascends through calamities.

Understanding this, Qin Ying slowly spoke:

"My sister is a person who can't hide her thoughts. But she never mentioned the old things. I don't think she forgot, but she didn't have the courage to remember. Whenever I dream back at midnight, my sister always reads a name... You heard it this time, too. ”

During the day, you can use perseverance to suppress the feelings in your heart, but at night there is no way to control your thoughts.

Mingli understands the sound outside the strings, but he doesn't speak.

Seeing that he was pretending to be confused in front of him, Qin Ying did not debunk it.

She continued: "For two hundred years, my sister didn't take the initiative to find that person, and I guess my sister didn't know how to face him after seeing him." No matter how much you miss each other, it is probably the punishment that my sister gave herself.

Qin Ying didn't have these experiences in her previous life. But "I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs run", she also understands the relationship between men and women.

Ming Li stood there, still silent: what if he knew her intentions. They, after all, missed it.

The moon revealed half of his face from the clouds, spreading the light all over his erect figure. The wind is blowing, and the trees are choppy.

After waiting for more than a moment, Qin Ying heard him say softly: "Deeper exposure, it's not early." In the next farewell. She flickered. Looking ahead, I found that the person had gone without a shadow.

She was thinking: she said everything she could say and everything she couldn't say. Once you've done your best, let's leave it to fate. I hope that my sister can be as bitter as she remembers.

The next day. Qin Ying boiled hot water with two dark circles under her eyes, looking like she was sleep-deprived; My sister walked out of the cave refreshed.

“… What if the person you like dies, Sister? Qin Ying suddenly attacked the people in the distance.

My sister had just gotten up, and she was completely awake when she was asked by Qin Ying.

I just saw that my sister took a deep breath and said, "...... He's a human, I'm a demon. He's going to die before me. Dead is dead, and I still have to live my life. ”

Qin Ying was stunned, and didn't care about the water in the pot when it boiled. The expression of the sister in front of her didn't care, and she was like the woman who cried last night.

At the end, Qin Ying raised his forehead and said, "-Just because I didn't ask." She suddenly didn't plan to tell Sister Sù directly about Mingli. lest you have a sense of frustration that you can't match.