Looking at the vague but extremely familiar figure, An Yun stood still. It was as if he was shackled under his feet, and he couldn't move a single step.

She was still too late, even though she had expected the result when she came. She thought that she had already prepared in her heart and could calmly accept the result of a qiē, even the worst.

It's just that when the expected result was really presented in front of her, An Yun suddenly found that she was far from ready.

Yes, this is not the result she wants to see, and she is not willing to accept such an outcome.

An Yun is more willing to accept that the high-spirited little bie stands proudly on the top of Qingxia Mountain, looking up at the blue sky all his life, and when he saw her come back, he pointed to Ning Xiangzhi's body with disdain and smugness: "Na, this is your enemy, I'm sorry, I killed you." You don't have to be too moved, when I met a few of you wasters, I had expected that I would have an endless heart. ”

This kind of small farewell is the small farewell in her mind, just like the young man who was not afraid of the sky and the earth when he was young. When the four of them got married, they were all cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, the eldest Lao Luo was only in his forties, and the youngest was another Daosheng, who was only about twenty years old.

However, whenever there is trouble, it is always Xiaobei who rushes out first, and Xiaobie is the last to leave. At that time, he always looked like a stinky fart and arrogant little person, looking up at the sky, his eyes would not even give them a trace of afterglow, and said lightly: "When I meet you three wastes, I always have the heart to fuck up, my hair will be sad sooner or later because of the three of you, life is really embarrassing......"

His words are often not finished. will be beaten by Lao Luo, Mu Ying and An Yun.

Later, because of the Ten Absolute Formations, An Yun left in a negative mood, and it was more than a hundred years to say goodbye. His temperament has become extremely indifferent, and he no longer refuses to make confidants and friends, and he never returns to Linhaizhou, and he refuses to see the people he once married again.

It wasn't until An Yun was killed by Ye Tiancheng that his soul was trapped in the Netherworld Fire, and he was calcined and tortured by the Netherworld Fire Sea day and night, and only after more than two hundred years was he inexplicably reborn in a little girl who had just frozen to death.

Until this time, he settled on the sea again, but it turned out to be different. It's been more than 300 years.

Lao Luo and Mu Ying are dead. The youngest Bei Daosheng really became a silver-haired dying man. But she was still grateful in her heart, grateful that fate had sent her back and broke the knot that she had been holding in her heart.

I am grateful to be able to see Xiao Bie again, and I am grateful that there is finally someone in this world who can recognize her. There was one more she could fully trust. Someone who is good to her.

Just this person. Now, dead!

Since then, in this world three hundred years later. No one knows who she really is, what she once was, her youthful frivolity, her joys and sorrows, her fragility and persistence.

She, An Yun, is truly dead!

With the death of Bei Daosheng, the last trace of her in this world has completely disappeared. The world is big, but I don't know where she comes from and where she is going?

"Are you crying?" Tianluo stared at An Yun for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed.

His voice successfully woke An Yun, who looked at him strangely, as if he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Your face is full of tears, aren't you crying?" Tianluo pointed to her face and said.

An Yun raised his hand and touched his face, but what he touched was a wet hand. She looked at her palms strangely, and sure enough, she noticed a lot of tears, this strange liquid stained her palms.

An Yun is a human being in two lives, and there doesn't seem to be the experience of tears in his memory. When he was young, he left home alone to seek the Tao, and on the way to seek the Tao, he repeatedly hit a wall because of his poor qualifications, and then he became a casual cultivator. As a casual cultivator, without a strong will and luck against the sky, there will never be a chance to get ahead.

In such an environment, An Yun's tempered heart is like steel, and he has never regarded himself as a woman, where can there be such a time as crying?

Crying is a symbol of weakness, and weakness is the natural enemy of loose practice. If crying helps, An Yun doesn't mind being the best crying person in the whole world. However, crying did not, so she never had the experience of crying.

"Is that person important to you?" Tianluo asked curiously.

An Yun was silent for a while, waved his hand gently, and the tears on his hands and face were blown away by the wind. She smiled, her face was bright and light, as if the tear stains on her face just now were just Tianluo's hallucination.

"Yes. Very important. She replied.

"No wonder." Tianluo nodded in understanding and sighed, "Are you crying for him?" People cannot be resurrected after death, and mourn. ”

An Yun smiled when he heard this, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "No, I am paying tribute, using my most precious thing to pay tribute." ”

Tianluo scratched his head, and his voice was a little weird: "Sacrifice? With your most precious thing? Do you mean your tears? ”

He had never heard of tears as a precious thing, and he had cried a lot when he was a child. Even now, when the little aunt wants to punish him, he is crying. Tears were the cheapest thing for him, but they were enough to deal with his little aunt.

An Yun actually nodded: "Yes, memorial, use my tears to memorial." Mourn the parting of good friends, and pay tribute to me who died. ”

Tianluo was stunned by her words, and felt that this woman's sad mind was not clear because of the death of the person in front of her. Isn't she alive and well now? Where did it die?

An Yun didn't intend to explain, smiled again, fell to the ground, and after receiving the Zixiao Thunder Sword Qi, he slowly walked towards the figure standing like a pine in the ruins step by step.

Although her feet were slow, she did not pause at all, and walked very steadily, but her mind suddenly remembered many things from the past. A lot of vague memories seemed to open the floodgates of aging, whistling into her mind.

An Yun remembered that when she had not yet cultivated in her previous life, she was just an ordinary girl. At that time, my grandfather loved to drink inferior rice wine under the dark red sunset, and when he drank it, he would continue to sing a generous and sad song.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes."

An Yun remembered the ballad that his grandfather sang, and sang softly in his mouth.

"Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. ”

There was no sunset in the sky, only the scorching sun, and a wandering cloud floated over, covering the blazing golden crow.

"On the white-haired fishing reef Jiangzhu, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, a pot of turbid wine ......"

When he sang here, An Yun suddenly stopped singing, and even stopped his footsteps. It would be nice if there was wine at this time.

Thinking like this, a jug of wine actually appeared in front of her.

An Yun looked sideways. It's Qingfeng's expressionless face. However, there was a flash of sadness in those eyes.

"Oh, Qingfeng, you always show up in such a timely manner." An Yun said to him and took the flask. He raised his head and took a sip.

Drink too hard. She coughed twice. He raised his head again and took a big sip, and then said, "Spicy through my throat, how do you know that I want to drink with this?" ”

Spicy piercing the throat is wine. The only advantage of the common inferior wine in Linhai Prefecture is that it is strong enough and the wine is as strong as fire. One bite seems to be able to pierce a person's throat.

Qingfeng was still silent, An Yun shook his head, how could he forget that this was a stuffy gourd.

She was about to move, but she didn't want Qingfeng to reply: "This is Shizun's favorite wine, and he only drinks spicy and piercing his throat." ”

An Yun's eyes were hot, yes, when the four of them were righteous, they drank spicy and pierced their throats, so that the four of them only drank this inferior wine.

"Good wine!" An Yunjiao shouted: "I drink this wine with your master." ”

She strode towards the figure, singing a high-pitched and deep tune again.

"A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, how many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking!"

After singing a secular song "Linjiang Immortal", An Yun happened to walk in front of the figure, and the yellowish spicy spicy in the wine pot poured into the ground through his throat, splashing the pen and the www.biquge.info of the Fun Pavilion with mud spots.

It wasn't until the last drop of wine in the jug was poured out that the vague figure trembled and quickly disappeared with the wind, leaving only a longsword with a strange shape.

"Little farewell, let's go." An Yun looked at the sky and said silently in his heart.

Qingfeng stepped forward, pulled out the parting sword from the ground, and ran into the depths of the ruins, only to come out after a while. The parting sword in his hand had been sheathed, and he was looking for the scabbard of the parting sword just now.

"Let's go." An Yun said softly.

Qingfeng nodded, holding her sword and following her.

The two walked in front of Tianluo and did not stop, and Tianluo did not speak, silently following behind the two.

An Yun stopped and turned to look at him: "What do you want from me?" Of course, she knew that Tianluo was following her with a purpose, she was in a hurry to help Bei Daosheng before, and seeing that Tianluo had a puppet with the strength of Yuanying, she was willing to bring him here. However, at this time, Xiao Bei was already dead, and if Tianluo followed her again, she would have to ask Tianluo's purpose. He can't take him to Tsing Yi Willow Lane, which is the residence of Kuaiyimen, and the only proof that Xiao Bie and her are in zài.

"Hey!" Tianluo muttered dissatisfiedly: "I said that you always like to cross the river and tear down the bridge? I saved you before, and as soon as you saw that you were safe, you thought that Dabai was useless and wanted to get rid of me, so you turned your face ruthlessly and saved your life without caring about me. Later, I saw that I replaced the spirit stone for Dabai, and you immediately brought me to save your friend, but at this moment, your friend is dead, and I'm useless, right? So you're turning your face and you're going to drive me away? ”

"Tut-tut, I thought that only the women of Red Flower Valley were particularly ruthless, but I didn't expect that all women in the world are the same, turning their faces faster than turning books. When you are useful, you will please in every way, and when you are useless, you will abandon it, the ancients are right, 'only women and villains are difficult to raise', this is really true. ”

An Yun frowned, looked into his eyes and said seriously, "What do you really want?" ”

Tianluo sensed her seriousness, slowly put away his fake anger, and said, "I just want a place to live now, and there is no other purpose for the time being." ”

Not yet, that is, it may be at any time.

"Why?" An Yun was not satisfied with his answer and asked again.

"Didn't I sue you? Because of the sword in your hand, I want to check something. ”

"Verify what?" An Yun continued to ask.

Tianluo smiled: "You don't have to worry about this, I saved you, and I am willing to help you save your friend, although it was too late in the end." Reasonable, I am your benefactor, shouldn't you be hospitable to your benefactor? Besides, I'm just looking for a place to stay, which isn't too much for you. ”

An Yun thought about it, nodded, and didn't say anything more, agreeing with his statement. In fact, it doesn't matter if she disagrees, Tianluo has a puppet with the strength of Yuanying, if she wants to use it, An Yun and Qingfeng don't even have the slightest possibility of resisting.

But then again, Tianluo did not show malicious intent and did save her. Whatever his purpose, until he achieves it, at least he is safe for now. With him in Tsing Yi Willow Lane, An Yun doesn't have to worry that Ning Xiangzhi and Gusu Dao people will come to Tsing Yi Willow Lane to spread wild.

The three of them returned to Tsing Yi Willow Lane, and An Yun asked Qingfeng to arrange Tianluo's residence, and then silently returned to the bamboo building.

Seven days passed in a flash, and after An Yun went up to the bamboo building, he never went downstairs.

Since announcing the news of the death of Bie Daosheng, most of the people on the thirteenth floor of Tsing Yi left that day, and they have walked a lot in the past seven days, and now there are less than twenty people left on the entire thirteenth floor of Tsing Yi. Many of these people stayed and watched because they had nowhere to go for the time being.

Qingfeng watched them leave coldly, and did not dissuade them, so they went and stayed at will.

However, what made Qingfeng feel relieved was that the people who had followed An Yun to ambush the three Xuan Turtles had all stayed, and although they were all recuperating from their injuries now, they were the strongest monks on the thirteenth floor of Tsing Yi. They followed An Yun to kill the three turtles, and ambushed the Wind Spiny Bird, and saw An Yun's ability, thinking that although An Yun was young and his cultivation at this time was also low, one day, he would definitely be able to lead them to a glory they couldn't imagine.

Longyang Shaoyu only woke up three days later since he was in a coma in Qiyun Mountain Canyon, and he planned to go upstairs to find An Yun, but he was stopped by Qingfeng who was guarding downstairs, and refused to let him enter the building. He couldn't beat Qingfeng, so he had to scold a few words angrily and walked back helplessly.

Longyang Shaoyu is not an idle person, now the people on the thirteenth floor of Tsing Yi are recuperating from their injuries, walking, the huge ancient alleys, there are not a few people all day long, and they are about to suffocate him. Tianluo, who stayed in Tsing Yi Willow Lane, was also very boring, and the two idlers immediately became friends after they met, and they went to the world to eat, drink and have fun all day long, but they also lived happily.

After another three days, Mingyue finally returned, and at a glance she saw the breeze wrapped in white silk on her arm. The blood on his face faded in an instant, his eyes suddenly turned red, his eyes widened and he looked at the white silk on Qingfeng's arm in horror, his lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

In this world, there is only one person who can wrap white silk around Qingfeng's arm.

Qingfeng glanced at him and said lightly: "Shizun has gone." ”

Mingyue only felt a bang in her head, and her mind was blank. (To be continued......)