Ouyang Lingling was stunned for a moment, shook her head with a wry smile, "But Brother Meng, it's too late!" You have something you don't want to do, and Lingling also has a love that you can't give up! ”

Meng Jiang didn't persuade him again, because he really couldn't give Ouyang Lingling the life she wanted, although he knew that Qin Xiang couldn't give it now.

"You can take this," Meng Jiang opened his palm, and there was a soft jade stone lying inside, faint and bloody. "If he's going crazy, use it to control him, at least ~"

Meng Jiang leaned over to look at Ouyang Lingling's pale face, and bent down to put the Qingyu Order in her hand. Ouyang Lingling naturally knew that when Ouyang Fort was besieged, she relied on this small token to control that group of crazy people.

"How can I use it so that it won't hurt Qin Xiang?" Ouyang Lingling saw that Meng Jiang was leaving, so she hurriedly chased after her.

"Think about what you think, it will try its best to help you, what the result is, then it depends on the meaning of God!" Meng Jiang turned his head and smiled at Ouyang Lingling, his smile was still kind and tolerant, and it was not at all different from the person in his memory.

Ouyang Lingling seemed to be infected by him, and in this lonely and lifeless Ouyang Castle, she smiled lightly.

"Brother Meng, Shui Lianyue has come to look for you! You and her~"

Meng Jiang's figure shook slightly, a smile was fixed on his lips, and after a while, he dispersed, waved his hand at Ouyang Lingling, and turned to leave.

Silence is an extremely delicate emotion, it can express indifference, anger, sadness, and despair, but it can also express kindness, calm, joy, and hope.

Just like Ji Shan at this moment, looking at the familiar Taoist temple, enjoying the breath of the mountain breeze, although there are still traces of swords on the expensive Nanmu gate, although his chattering mouth does not say a word, but he is happy, with hope, with excitement, joy.

Li Jiang and Yu Qingyang, who were busy cleaning up the yard, were also silent. The two overly solemn faces, as if experiencing the sacrifice of time, burned the past and waited for tomorrow. Holding Ji Wushuang into the room they had just cleaned up, Jiang Xiaoyu's heart was finally as calm as water.

Fang Ruo returned to the former thatched hut and said goodbye to her husband for the last time. In addition to love, her life has finally found new hope, and this time, she must not lose!

Ayin silently walked through the corridor and into the backyard where she had lived for sixteen years. The greens drying on the vine trellis have withered and rotted, piled up in the corner of the wall, and the jar used to soak beans is also broken all over the ground, but in the corner of the backyard, the melons and vegetables she planted by herself are still green and lovely. Ayin walked over and squatted on the ground, looking at the flowers and fruits on it, and grinning like a fool.

Ayin is not a sad person, maybe because she has been mixed with men since she was a child, and in her, she rarely sees the tangled sadness that belongs to women.

With a "squeak", the dilapidated gate was pushed open again, and the mountain breeze blowing in his face, with the unique sweet smell of spring water, made Ayin sigh comfortably.

"Qingqing, we're back!" Ayin stepped into the back mountain, and the mountain road in front of her, she once thought was leading to the other end of the world, representing the unknown and mysterious. Now she understands that this mountain road leads to the memories of that person, her own beginning.

The barrier has been broken by the demon soldiers, but there is still no trace of people on the mountain road. Qingyun Mountain, which once represented the sacred, has now become an ominous mountain that people fear extremely much. Wild grass scrambled to grow along the cracks in the rocks, as if it were going to bury the whole road.

Ayin listened as she walked, and the occasional birdsong delighted her. It turned out that the feeling of walking alone was so lonely, so lonely that I wanted to jump up when I heard a birdsong.

The faint sound of the water gradually became clear, filled with a little water vapor, and it flowed down from the cliff, but this spring was completely unaffected, and it was still so fresh.

Ayin crouched on the cobblestone at the water's edge, looking at his own reflection in the water. Still tied in a man's bun, a simple blue tie, and a small peachwood sword stuck in the middle of the black bun, which was the only thing that Haoqing gave her.

"I, don't I look exactly like you!" Ayin muttered to the surface of the water, "You died tragically in front of Qingqing's eyes, and he was in pain for sixteen years. And I, don't I look exactly like you, so that he pities and suffers for sixteen years! We were really cruel! ”

With a "snap", the tears fell into the water, disturbing the reflection, the ripples slowly dispersed, and the only thing that responded to her was the non-stop sound of water, like a flower blooming in a long memory, noisy, fragrant, but painful.

After a long time, Ayin slowly stood up and looked up at the spring on the cliff. Mao Qing once said that this spring water comes from the heavenly court, and this spring is the closest place to the heavenly court.

"Jiang Xiaoyu said, you are the god of the Protoss, and you are the Yunqian Jun who is above the world. You have decided your life because of your guilt, and you have deceived yourself into thinking that if someone else has suffered for you for a lifetime, it means that you have paid off the debt. But I tell you, it's not you, and I'm not Shaole! The god who likes to fiddle with other people's fate, you look at it with your eyes wide open, I, Song Yin, swear with my life, I will definitely cultivate into a heavenly fox to get Qingqing back, and then run to heaven and point at your nose and scold you, 'You cowardly coward'! You just hide in your turtle shell and wait for the master! ”

Ah Yin crossed his waist and shouted like a rainbow! The sound echoed among the cliffs, drifting far away, as if it really reached the heavenly court through the void air.

After Ah Yin shouted, the whole person only felt comfortable physically and mentally, and the stuffiness that had been stuck in his heart for the past few days finally dissipated. She waved her sleeves, turned away, and walked away from a chic and uninhibited person.

The Feiyun Cave not far away, looking at her quietly, seemed to laugh at her self-made strength, and seemed to be pleased with her growth. Ji Shan, who was squinting and napping with his chin propped up, was almost thrown to the ground by a loud roar. Yu Qingyang and Li Jiang, who were silently packing up the Taoist temple, followed the sound and came to the monastery.

On the lonely plum blossom pile, there is a heroic figure. With his feet apart and his hands behind his back, he has the demeanor of a master.

Li Jiang sat down on the ground weakly, drooped his shoulders and complained, "Ayin, the third senior brother is tired and hungry now, and he doesn't have time to tell you stories. If you're bored, you can go to the backyard kitchen and steam a pot of steamed buns for me. ”

Yu Qingyang habitually walked to the plum blossom pile, stretched out his hand, and said with tolerance and majesty: "Ayin come down, if you fall, the master will scold again!" ”

As soon as everyone returned to Qingyunguan, they seemed to have forgotten Ayin's identity.

"Smelly old man with a cow nose, hurry up and come out for me!" Ayin ignored Yu Qingyang, still holding his little arm behind his back and shouting with a calm little face.

Ji Shan rolled up his sleeves while looking for a broom, and scolded as he walked: "You little rabbit cub, if you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house to uncover the tiles!" Look how I'm going to clean you up today! (To be continued.) )