"I dreamed that I killed Zhang Yuyuan, but I also died. The most amazing thing about Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info is that I was reborn. I was reborn before the crown that changed my fate. ”

Qi Le's hand was on Mu Hongyu's shoulder, holding Mu Hongyu's hand, and gently rubbing her white fingers like green onions.

"And then?" Mu Hongyu asked curiously.

"And then...... And then of course I can't be like this in this life, I should reverse my own fate, reverse the fate of the southern country, just like the protagonist in those stories. ”

"Life changed, and I also killed Zhang Yuyuan. Oh, by the way, I saved you, and you're still the Holy Maiden of the Northern Temple. Qi Le squinted his eyes slightly, the unreal and the reality were overlapping.

"Dreams are all reversed!" Mu Hongyu rubbed on Qi Le's chest, and the snow was falling in front of him, stacked gray and white.

"Chang'an...... Let's move to the beach of Kongmyeong, I want to blow the sea breeze. Changan...... Changan...... Chang'an, what's wrong with you!? ”

Qi Le passed out again, and when he woke up again, Mu Hongyu didn't know where to go, so he only left him a note on the table, and there were only a few words on the note:

"I'm going to Xiugui Valley, waiting for me."

This heavy snow didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, Qi Le lost a lot of weight, standing in front of the small courtyard, standing in front of this small home built by him and Mu Hongyu, Qi Le waited for a whole month.

The snow stopped, but the people who should have come back did not come back.

Qi Le's body was already very weak, the sea of qi was disintegrating, and the spiritual power in his body was collapsing.

Another half a month, Mu Hongyu still did not come back.

Qi Le became extremely calm, took out the thirteen jars of wine under the eaves, and after thinking about it, buried seven more jars under the snow plum blossoms, and left with the remaining six jars of wine.

He's going to find her.

Their home is located at the foot of a flat hill, with green hills behind them stretching into the distance, and Qi Le is carrying his bags and his eyes are calm.

His temples had climbed to gray, his eyes were already a little cloudy, and his cultivation was ...... Now he has no cultivation.

Along the meandering river, Qi Le supported the bamboo artemisia, and the green mountains and green waters on the bank gradually opened, and the spring was full of joy.

Qi Le caught fish when he was hungry and drank river water when he was thirsty, and walked along this small tributary for more than half a month, and finally joined a wide river.

The waves on the river are turbulent, the white waves are turbid, and the momentum is terrifying.

This is insurmountable for Qi Le, who has no cultivation and has turned into a mortal.

Standing on the edge of the river, Qi Le waited for two days, and finally met a big ship carrying goods. The owner of the boat was a very warm-hearted middle-aged man, with dark skin, but piercing eyes, and a pair of yellowed hands full of calluses, which was evidence of his many years of life on the river.

Qi Le stepped on this warm-hearted cargo ship and sailed up the river.

Another two months, spring passes the summer solstice.

Under the hot weather, Qi Le finally arrived at his destination, Xiugui Valley.

A thick mist shrouded this canyon, and monks in strange costumes passed by from time to time on the high ground, and when they saw Qi Le, a mortal with a burden, their eyes showed a trace of pity.

Because the current Qi Le is really old to the extreme, with white hair, deep-set eye sockets, shriveled skin, and dry qi and blood, as if a gust of wind can blow him down. Qi Le stepped into the Xiugui Valley, which only monks could enter, and countless ghost qi surged towards him, and he seemed to feel the sadness on his body again, and dispersed one after another.

"Have you heard, a strange thing happened in this valley a few days ago, a female cultivator with black blood all over her body crawled out of the abyss, and only half of her body was left, but her eyes were firm, and she still had a ghost fairy grass in her mouth, and she kept muttering to herself, saying something...... Changan...... Wait for me...... I'll be back soon......"

"What a persistent woman, but it's a pity that she was too badly injured. That ghost fairy grass should be the medicine she found for the person in her mouth. ”

“……”

Qi Le heard the words of the monk not far away, and his eyes, which had been calm, suddenly burst into a blazing light.

He struggled to move his dying body, and it took him three full days to come to the place of the abyss, and he saw Mu Hongyu with only half of his body left.

In her mouth, the ghost fairy grass had long since disappeared, and she didn't know who had taken it away.

Her eyes were kept open, and she was unwilling.

In her hand, she held the butterfly sword tightly, the sword that belonged to her and him.

Qi Le didn't speak, and blood gushed out of his eyes.

He cremated Mu Hongyu, poured all the wine on the spot, and returned to their home with Mu Hongyu's ashes and butterfly sword.

It's hard enough to come, and going back is like a childhood dream, a day that will never be touched.

But Qi Le didn't give up, he wanted to take Mu Hongyu home, he had to take Mu Hongyu home.

He walked through a whole spring, summer, autumn and winter, stepped on the mountains, waded through the water, watched the falling geese flying in the air, and also watched the moon rise and sunset, and finally on a day when the grass grew and the warbler flew, he pushed open the door that was already covered with moss.

The snow plum blossoms in the precincts are still in beautiful bloom.

The chaotic petals swayed down with the wind, and the whole world was blood-red, like a prosperous wedding scene.

Qi Le dug up the feet of the snow plum blossom, dug out the seven jars of wine left when he left, and then put the ashes of Mu Hongyu into it.

Then, with the falling snow plum blossoms, Qi Le drank the seven jars of wine in one go.

He wanted to cry, but found that he was gone.

He wanted to scream, but found that his throat could no longer make a sound.

He wanted to kill, but found that he couldn't even lift the butterfly sword.

With a dumb smile, staring at the empty seven wine jars in front of him, and staring at the butterfly sword in front of him that was already covered with snow plum blossoms, Qi Le slowly closed his eyes, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, gently wiped off the petals on the butterfly sword, and then carefully cleaned it from beginning to end.

The brilliance on the butterfly sword is getting more and more prosperous, as if it has just been created back then, and the Mu Hongyu at that time is so beautiful, so smart, and so lovable.

Qi Le put the butterfly sword on his neck, and stared at the small altar containing Mu Hongyu's ashes under the snow plum blossom with tender eyes, as if he saw the smiling Mu Hongyu waving to him and calling him over.

Qi Le smiled, laughing innocently and innocently, his wrist flipped, and the sword of the butterfly sword gently pierced his neck, and hot blood flowed out.

Click......

It's starting to rain.

The bean-sized raindrops fell on Qi Le's body, Qi Le's eyes were scattered, without a trace of attachment, and it was full of the shadow of Mu Hongyu.

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, and a spirit whirlwind suddenly appeared, rolling everything, and the world began to twist and begin to crumble.

Qi Le's eyes, which had already collapsed, suddenly condensed a trace of brilliance, and he stepped up suddenly, and his whole body was full of spiritual light, as if he had become an immortal.