They didn't have much rest after they returned, and then began to make arrangements. Qing Huan used to work very hard in Hongfei Pavilion, and his brain was also smart, and he had many strategies. She arranged for a thousand people to wait at the edge of the Valley of the Divine Doctor, and in case the Valley of Chaotic Flowers could not be attacked, she could cover the retreat; Three thousand people went to surround all the surroundings of the Ranhua Valley Canyon, and the four points of the rope ladder were more manpowered, and these 3,000 people were all long-range weapons, all of which were □□ catapults. The rest of the people are to be led by a leader, and each of them will perform his own duties.

In the Ranhua Valley, there is now the right elder Jun Ruyan, who is also a member of the Jun family, and he has a little blood relationship with Junqiao. After the change of hands, the original alliance with other sects changed greatly, and some sects took a wait-and-see attitude towards power, unwilling to continue the alliance. Up to now, the rope ladders in the Valley of Wild Flowers have not been completely renovated, and they are all sins that Jun Ruyan did by himself, and it is very difficult to repair them now.

Because of the large number of people in the Burning Sky dispatch this time, when he entered Yushui Pass, he alarmed Ranhua, and Ranhua took precautions first.

It was originally deployed to surround the top of the Ranhua Canyon, but it was blocked by the mecha array they set up and a group of Ranflower disciples directly on the way to the mountain.

Miao Shan basically lost his ability to act, which made Qing Huan can't help but have a headache, although there are many people on his side, but the heavenly craftsmanship that is famous in the rivers and lakes is not for people to see. Ranhua has been able to stand in the Central Plains for so many years, although there is chaos in the valley now, but if it really wants to completely occupy it, it is by no means something that can be completed in ten days and half a month.

Qing Huan led a group of disciples to be stationed on the mountainside, intending to fight to the death with the mecha.

The most terrifying thing about Ranhua Valley is that they may only have 2,000 people now, but if one person can control a mecha that can kill a hundred people, this combat power is unknown.

The time can't be delayed for too long, it will be difficult to supply food for a long time, and Ranhua will also have the opportunity to rectify the valley and join forces with other sects to find foreign aid, and they will be the ones who will be caught on the mountainside.

What's bad is that Qinghuan doesn't want to bother with the flowers at all.

She doesn't love power, and she doesn't hate Ranhua, and she doesn't seem to have much motivation for her to bother. Consolidation? It's a death for two years, and it's better to live than to hear thunder for a long time, what's the use of status.

She was tired here, and the flowers were holding on, and the two sides were in a stalemate here on the mountainside, unable to go up and down, and slid over very lightly day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a month later.

In the middle of the night, Qinghuan couldn't sleep, and planned to go out for a casual walk.

When I went out, I saw a small table set up in the open space in front of me, and Miao Shan was sitting next to it and pouring himself a drink.

Qinghuan approached her, also sat down at the table, and said, "My eyes are not good, what kind of wine to drink." ”

"Floating and handsome, there is a fate to gather, when the floating is white." Miao Shan's face was still covered with white silk, she licked the wine stains on her lips, and fumbled to pour a glass of wine for Qinghuan, "Don't drink a glass?" ”

“…… If your eyes are good, come and help me find a way to break the mecha array. ”

"Heh, you don't want to break it yourself, what's the use of me thinking about it?" Miaoshan took a big sip of wine and sighed, "Little young master, if you are not attentive, you can't do anything well." ”

Qinghuan laughed at himself, picked up the wine glass and drank it all. The wine was very strong, and the corners of her eyes turned red after just one glass: "Miaoshan, I don't know what I've been doing all day, none of these days is meaningful." ”

"We don't have many days left, so let's do whatever we want. If you want to see her, go and don't regret it. ”

"Identity...... Dignity...... In the past...... "Qinghuan poured another cup and drank half of it," it was already unfamiliar, so why bother to provoke it again. ”

Miao Shan smiled, touched Qinghuan's hand, and took the wine glass in her hand to prevent her from continuing to drink: "What do you care about these vain things?" Life is short, sometimes it is like drinking, if you want to drink, you take the money to buy it in the wine store, and after this period of alcohol addiction, you will have no appetite for wine in front of you. That's the saddest thing. ”

"I've been away from her for two months...... Qinghuan shook her head, her expression distressed, "She must have hated her more and more when she thought about it, or she had forgotten about me a long time ago." ”

"Low self-esteem, misanthropy, this is who you are now. A person's life is just a few decades, and his life is the same for a long or short time, and there will be an end to it. You cultivators don't always say, 'The Tao gives birth to one, one life to two, two to three, three to all things, and all things are originally one, the so-called birth, the realm of the Tao; The so-called death is returned to heaven. Some people live a long life, but the one who really deserves his nostalgia is only six or seven years, and he only lives six or seven years. There are people who live only twenty or thirty years, but every year is meaningful, and he lives those twenty or thirty years. Life and death, but you enter reincarnation first, I enter reincarnation later, we don't know each other in the next life, but maybe there will be a fate to meet, that's all. ”

"You're looking at it very openly." Qinghuan took another big sip of wine, and coughed a few times in a choked manner, "I admit that I am young after all, and I am not reconciled...... I don't seek the way of heaven, I don't seek transcendence, I just miss one person, but when I arrive, I am still alone. Why is it condemned to heaven? ”

"Heaven is constant, not for Yao, not for death. Look at this world, all living beings, which one is immortal? The only thing that lasts forever is the human heart. ”

"......" Qinghuan fell silent and stared at the wine.

Myoshan continued, "A person has to die three times before he really dies. For the first time, it was she who took her last breath, and her life no longer existed in this world; The second time, all who knew her knew the news of her passing, and her status disappeared forever; The third time was when the last person in the world remembered her forgot about her, and then she was truly and forever dead. Little young master, you should let someone worthy remember you. ”

"......" Qinghuan was a little dizzy from drinking, her eyes were confused, and she didn't drink well.

"Come on, send the young master back to the tent to rest." Miao Shan called the Burning Sky disciple next to him.

The two male disciples helped Qing Huan into the tent, and then respectfully withdrew.

Qinghuan was still a little conscious, she lay on the bed and turned over, and the brocade bag she was carrying in the placket fell out.

She never dared to open it and look at it again.

I don't know if it's because of the wine, she has a much straighter temperament, and when she saw it, she picked it up and opened it. This is the only thing she can hold in her hand now, and it carries a little bit of Master's warmth.

After taking out the original piece of paper, which had been yellowed and wrinkled, unexpectedly, he took out another piece of paper and dropped it aside.

Qinghuan rubbed her eyes vigorously so that she could see more clearly. She didn't remember ever letting go of such a piece of paper, it looked quite new.

Be...... Did she put it? Is it faith?

Qinghuan couldn't wait to pick up the piece of paper and unfold it tremblingly, her hands trembling very much because of the nervousness in her heart.

The font on the paper is unusually familiar, and the pen is pure and powerful, like flowing clouds and flowing water, swimming dragons and drawing the sky. Every stroke is filled with her rigorous and gentle atmosphere.

There is no tirade that she imagined a moment ago, just a thin ten words:

Although the guest line is cloudy, it is better to return early.

Qing Huan stared at the piece of paper, as if trying to stare through it. She curled up on her knees, covered her mouth and looked at the ten words, and couldn't hold back her tears anymore.