"Wake up, hey, don't die. "www.biquge.info Meng Qingzhi shook Xiao Ling, but Xiao Ling didn't respond anymore.

Xiao Ling's originally clenched hands relaxed and slid on the cold ground, Master Yang Lin stretched out his palm and brushed it on Xiao Ling's face, Xiao Ling immediately closed his eyes.

"Dead?" Meng Qingzhi wondered.

Master Yang Lin sighed and shook his head, Xiao Ling was already dead and would never wake up again.

"It's a pity that I didn't even speak clearly, and I died." Meng Qingzhi looked at Xiao Ling unwillingly, but felt that Xiao Ling's body was getting colder and colder.

"Isn't that clear enough?" Although the Bin Priestess didn't understand these hustle and bustle interests, she didn't delve into them, but she listened to Xiao Ling's words clearly, "The initiator is Qin Xiaotian!" ”

The crime of Lian's family being beheaded by the whole house was to steal the Xianbei Holy Pearl, and the ultimate beneficiary was Qin Xiaotian.

Regardless of whether Qin Xiaotian deliberately framed the Lian family, or whether he inadvertently implicated the Lian family just to steal the Xianbei Holy Pearl, the culprit was Qin Xiaotian after all.

Everyone believed in Xiao Ling's words, and when a person was about to die, his words were also good.

And as early as the time of Yizhou, before Luo Wenhou died, he also said the same thing.

Before Luo Wenhou died, he told that it was Qin Xiaotian who instructed him to steal the Xianbei Holy Pearl, and before Luo Wenhou could finish speaking, he was killed by Qin Xiaotian, and there was no proof of his death.

The situation at that time was quite chaotic, after Luo Wenhou's death, Qin Xiaotian flatly denied it, swore an oath, and read that Qin Xiaotian was Qin Ti's relative, Xin Yao believed Qin Xiaotian for the time being.

What's more, Xin Yao and Meng Qingzhi's situation was quite dangerous, both of them were highly poisoned and their lives were in danger, so they put Luo Wenhou's words aside for a while and didn't delve into them anymore.

Time has passed, and now Xiao Ling also said the same thing before he died, a person is dying, and his words are also good.

Xin Yao had an epiphany, his words were also good, and Luo Wenhou knew that his life was not long in coming, and his words were also good.

It seems that the murderer behind the killing of the Lian family is really Qin Xiaotian.

It's a shame that Xin Yao still thinks that he is Qin Ti's grandfather, and has always thought that Qin Xiaotian is an upright elder, but now it seems that he stole the mental methods of the various major sects in the rivers and lakes, and even as early as when Xin Yao was injured, he stole the mental methods of Qingsimen, and what he did was extremely hateful.

"Lian's martial arts, it has indeed disappeared for a long time, it turned out that the Lian family was framed back then."

"I've heard of Lian's family being framed, but I didn't expect that it was because of that Xianbei Holy Pearl."

"It's Qin Xiaotian again, hum."

Under the stage, there was a burst of discussion again, and the sound of gossip was buzzing, swaying in Xin Yao's ears, but Xin Yao couldn't listen to a word.

Qin Xiaotian, Xianbei Holy Pearl...... At this moment, Xin Yao's mind was full of hatred, and the sea of blood and hatred that destroyed the door.

Until the end of the banquet, everyone in the rivers and lakes slowly left the foot of the mountain, and Xin Yao was still stunned and lost his mind for a long time.

The foot of the mountain was quiet, only the mountain wind could be heard blowing, even the disciples of the Guyue Sect were unwilling to leave, Ling Zhuo's dream of being silent for thirty years was also shattered, and he knew that there were people outside the world, and there were even stronger players among the strong.

"Xin Yao." Meng Qingzhi whispered in Xin Yao's ear with concern, from beginning to end, the people gradually dispersed, Meng Qingzhi has been waiting by Xin Yao's side, paying close attention to Xin Yao's emotions, for fear that she will cry out of control of her emotions.

"Qingzhi, I, I want to be alone for a while." Xin Yao's eyes were hollow, and she didn't raise her eyelids, but responded weakly.

"There is Lao Menggongzi who bothered, for the sake of the teacher and bring Xin Yao back, so that he can rest for a while." Si Ling came forward, grabbed the arm of her beloved disciple Xin Yao, and took her back to the room to rest.

Xin Yao followed Si Ling in such a daze, she didn't even know where she was going, she just blindly followed with numb legs.

"Let's go first, I'll catch up with my old friends, and I'll come to see you later." The Bin Goddess also waved her hand at Sijing, and finally reunited with Yang Lin, both of whom were reluctant to part.

After Si Ling took Xin Yao away, the disciples of Qingsimen bowed to the patriarch's mother-in-law and said goodbye, under the cliff, it became more and more deserted, and the competition platform was empty, Meng Qingzhi looked at Master Yang Lin, the ancestor didn't seem to want to see him, sure enough, the beauty was beside him, and there were no disciples in his heart, Meng Qingzhi sneered, and quickly left.

Yang Lin and Binlu looked at each other and smiled, silent, and walked hand in hand towards the depths of the cliff, with brisk steps, and even their footsteps seemed to reveal the joy of reunion after a long absence.

The peaks of the Tianshan Mountains are one after another, and the road under the cliff is sometimes tortuous, sometimes vast and open-minded, and a couple is walking hand in hand, and no danger can make it difficult for them.

Speaking of which, this couple should be the most outstanding pair of martial arts in the world today.

"Xiaolu, how is the scenery of the Tianshan Mountains compared to back then?"

Finally, Yang Lin broke the silence and took the lead in speaking, but instead of asking what kind of situation the goddess had suffered in the past few decades since she disappeared, he looked at the beautiful scenery of the Tianshan Mountains lightly.

The moment Yang Lin stroked Binlu's wrist, he already knew in his heart that the poison in Binlu's body had been completely removed.

What nobles he met, what adventures he encountered, Yang Lin didn't care, as long as Binlu returned safely, he knew enough.

"Jingmei, Xinming, just like the beginning. The fine spirit shines on the mountain white, and the sun feathers reflect the red. ”

Binlu smiled sweetly, which caused Yang Lin's heart to ripple, Binlu's elegance was completely unchanged from that year, in Yang Lin's heart, the person in his eyes was still the eccentric and shy woman back then.

Fortunately, while Fenghua is not old, he can return to his sweetheart again.

Fortunately, time flies, so the original intention of the old man remains the same, and the infatuation is the same as before.

Fortunately, all suffering is in the past, and the emperor lives up to his wishes, and everything that waits for all persistence will end well.

If we can finally spend the rest of our lives together, then what if happiness is late, what if the road is bumpy, what if the body and mind are tormented by lovesickness, and when we look at each other and smile at the moment, all the tribulations will disappear, and it seems that it is not enough to worry about it.

Looking at Binlu's smiling face, Yang Lin's heart rippled constantly, as if he had returned to the past all of a sudden, when he was young, the two of them also relied on each other hand in hand, wandering and wandering carefree between the peaks of the Tianshan Mountains.

"A hundred years is like a day, Xiaolu, I am as cautious as I am to you." Yang Lin looked at Binlu affectionately with a serious face.

At this time, Yang Lin didn't know how many days and nights he had been looking forward to, and even occasionally flickered his mind, and he couldn't believe that he would be in a reverie dream.

The two who have long been entrusted with their lifelong true love, when they reunite after a long absence, they should boldly show their hearts, Yang Lin did not hide it, he held Binlu's green jade hand tightly, and held the small hand of the beauty, as soft as before.

"I know it all." Bin Lu smiled, he had already heard that in the decades that he had been trapped at the bottom of the lake, Yang Lin had been living in seclusion in the bamboo forest of Qingying Xian Mountain, seeing things and thinking about people.

From now on, the mountains will be handed over, let me roam, life and death, never separated.