It turned out that this was the scene where the black robe met another woman for the first time, and Lilac suddenly felt very beautiful, this scene was very beautiful, and that woman was also beautiful.

"And what happened later?" Lilac asked.

"Later? The black robe smiled, but there was an indescribable sadness in his smile.

That year, the black robe was thirty-three years old, and for anyone, it was too late to start cultivating at the age of thirty-three, the root bones had already been fixed, and it was difficult to cultivate again at this time.

It is indeed difficult, and the black robe has the deepest feeling for the difficulty of this matter. He traveled all over thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, and he just wanted to ask a master to embark on the path of cultivation.

The immortal fate in the world is so easy to seek, if it is a child of the family, it is just that, no matter what the exercises are, at least it can be regarded as entering the door. But the black robe is not a child of the family, he is just an ordinary person, ordinary people want to ask for immortal yuan, this is amazingly difficult. The Fa should not be passed on lightly, and no one will teach the Immortal Fa to outsiders for no reason.

So the black robe ran into walls everywhere, and no one was willing to teach him.

But the black robe was not discouraged, he still pursued it persistently, and never thought of giving up.

There are too many examples of people living up to their hardships in the world, but everyone does not feel that they are the lucky ones when they go through hardships.

The black robe didn't feel it, he just wanted to work hard, work hard for that woman, and work hard for himself.

So he searched for three years.

He was thirty-six years old, but he looked like he was fifty years old. The days of wandering outside are too hard, and it is too difficult to seek immortality.

But he still didn't give up, because there was a flame in his heart, and he didn't know why this flame could give him so much motivation. But when he fell asleep full of exhaustion, the eyes in his sleep gave him endless strength, allowing him to climb mountains, cross rivers, and smash thorns.

So he realized that this is love, this is the power of love.

The power of love is endless.

In this year, he met a person, a very young person, and the black robe later learned that this person's name was Mo Zimao.

He entered the Demon Lord Inheritance, which is a huge force, a profound force, a terrifying force, and a capricious force.

Of course, if you are capricious, how can you accept an ordinary person of thirty-six if you are not capricious?

Because of the inheritance of the demon Zi Mao and the demon lord, the black robe finally embarked on the path of cultivation.

He learned a long time later that the woman on the banks of the Huanhe River was actually a true disciple of the Huanhua Sword Sect, and would inherit the unification of the Huanhua Sword Sect a hundred years later.

He knew again that Su Huan was actually in love with a man.

This man's name is Mo Chou, one of the twin stars of the world.

When he knew these things, he was already forty years old, and his cultivation had already reached the Xuan Level. It turned out that his cultivation talent was not bad, at least it was very suitable for the exercises inherited by the Demon Lord.

He hadn't been home for seven years.

Only then did he remember that he had a home, a woman who was very good at cooking, and a very cute daughter.

He suddenly missed them.

So he went back.

Seven years is not a long time, at least for a cultivator, now he is already a Xuan Rank, with a lifespan of five hundred years. He was only forty years old, and there were more than twenty seven years waiting for him.

But seven years is a long time, at least for ordinary people, because seven years is enough time to make many familiar faces disappear, and to make the little girl with two pigtails and a belly pocket grow into a slim girl.

When the black robe returned home, he found that he had no home.

Yes, there are none.

The childhood sweetheart is still there, but not in that home where he and hers. When the black robe saw her again after seven years, she was still cooking, after all, she liked to cook so much, and she made it so delicious.

It's just that there is one more person by her side, a man. She was cutting vegetables, he was scooping rice, and the two looked up from time to time and smiled at each other.

The black robe watched quietly outside the window, and he saw a familiar feeling in the eyes of the two of them, which he had seen in his own eyes. Suddenly, he felt that this kind of look was very strange, he had known her for thirty-three years, and had spent thirty-three years together, but he had never seen such a look in her eyes, and no one had even looked at him like this, so he felt very strange.

The black robe suddenly felt a little sad, and the sad feeling rose from the heart, through the chest, through the throat, and finally into the eyes. His eyes were a little moist.

He saw love in the eyes of the two.

He was still watching, only now the person he wanted to see was no longer her but someone else - his daughter.

Yes, he has a daughter.

Although he spends little time at home, and although his daughter is a little strange to him, he still has a daughter after all.

He wanted to see her.

A moment later, a little girl with a colorful windmill walked into the kitchen, running in the kitchen, laughing, and the windmill whirling and turning, just like the little girl's happy mood at the moment.

The girl was too young, only five or six years old, not the daughter of the black robe.

Not his daughter, but her daughter. The woman held the little girl in her arms, and her mouth was full of scolding words, but her eyes were full of doting.

From their conversation, the black robe knew that this was the daughter of her and the man next to her.

The girl was cute, carved in pink and jade, like a delicate porcelain doll.

The black robe misses his daughter even more.

But he didn't see his daughter, and he searched the whole village but didn't see him.

Inadvertently, he heard people talk about himself and his daughter. Nuwa Library

An old man with gray hair recalls the people in the village, some of whom have been buried in the loess in the past few years, and which of them have left the village and never returned.

The old man mentioned the black robe, and also his daughter.

His daughter has been buried in the loess, and he is the one who will never return.

The black robe was suddenly stunned, his mind went blank, and he didn't even know how to leave the village.

He walked and walked and walked for a long time, and he did not know the direction or hunger, so he walked like this for three months.

He walked to the banks of the Huan River.

It's still spring, the sun is still as bright as seven years ago, the flowers are still as beautiful as seven years ago, and the Huanhe River is still as mighty as seven years ago.

Among the flowers by the river stood a woman, who was very beautiful, and her eyes were even more beautiful.

It's her, Su Huan.

The black robe's thoughts finally began to return, and he looked at Su Huan blankly, just like seven years ago.

The person who appeared a thousand times in the dream was right in front of him, and the Yiren stood alone, and the flowers were in full bloom, just like the scene in the dream.

But this time he didn't step forward, just watched quietly on the other side of the sea of flowers. Looking at it like this, his heart has begun to calm down.

He knew he couldn't take a single step.

He thought that worldly love, responsibility, and obligation could no longer bind him, but when he really came to this point, he realized that he was just a mortal.

An ordinary mortal.

He suddenly thought, if he hadn't met Su Huan seven years ago, would everything have been different?

But there are no ifs.

It's just that he wants to know the answer in his heart.

Will he be cooking with her now, like the man he saw in the kitchen, and their daughter would come into the kitchen from time to time and ask them if the meal was ready?

All of a sudden, he wanted to cry, and he didn't know why he was crying, but he was going to cry, and he was going to cry.

Tears flow from the corners of the eyes, but their source is not the eyes, but the heart. The heart of the black robe is also crying, and when the heart is crying, it will hurt very much, and it hurts to the heart.

He bent over and leaned among the flowers, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes and dripping down his cheeks onto the flowers.

He saw these flowers out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly he saw that they were exactly the same as they were seven years ago.

So he cracked his mouth and smiled.

A crying man is laughing, the world is really strange.

Su Huan stood among the flowers, her eyes were still as beautiful as seven years ago, but there was a trace of sadness in the depths of her eyes that did not belong to this age.

She found the black robe.

But she didn't go over to talk to him, just looked at him quietly.

Her eyes were filled with surprise, curiosity, sympathy, and pity.

She didn't know what the black robe had gone through all these years, but she felt a little sad. She wouldn't be sad if the black robe was crying, and she wouldn't be sad if she was laughing. But the way he cried and laughed made Su Huan feel a great grief in his heart.

After a long time, the black robe raised his head, and he also found that Su Huan was looking at him.

He smiled suddenly.

The smile is clean and clear, not spotless, like a glass of ice water in the hot summer, and like a bonfire in the cold winter, which makes people's hearts full of joy.

Su Qing understood such a smile, and she smiled too.

The two of them were smiling at each end of the sea of flowers, with blooming flowers in the middle.

Neither of them took a step.

The black robe's heart suddenly felt a little happy, he felt that he had never been so happy in seven years, or even in forty years.

He stared into Su Huan's eyes and opened his mouth.

After that, he left the banks of the Huanhe River, leaving the place where she was.

He hadn't seen her in a thousand years.

Su Huan understood the last sentence of the black robe.

That's not one sentence, it's three words.

"Thank you. ”

The black-robed eyes glowed again, and he said softly, "This is my story. ”

Lilac didn't speak for a long time, she showed a look she had never seen before, and tears flashed in her eyes.

She was speechless by the shock of this story.

Love is the eternal theme of human beings, and different people have completely different understandings of this word.

The black robe has pursued the love of his life, has he finally gotten love? Maybe he has gotten it, or maybe he hasn't gotten anything.