On the seventy-second day, early in the morning, there was a snowfall, and the old people said that it was auspicious from heaven.

The snowflakes were finely broken, and at first they were just snow particles with ice crystals, but later, they became bigger and bigger, one by one, and they flew one after another.

Yesterday, the long rider rose, and he was still asleep at the moment after fighting the wine of black impermanence and white impermanence all night.

It was almost noon, and there were few people on the stone bridge in front of the Tavern.

The shallow snow was not enough, and Ling Yi used the tip of an oil-paper umbrella to write words on the snow one by one, exuding a cold and handsome atmosphere around his body, and even the pure and rootless snowflakes did not dare to stay for a moment on his angular face.

"Meng Ji... Ay... Meng Ji, you wait for me!"

There seemed to be a voice in the distance.

Suddenly, the snowflakes fell like goose feathers, and the wind howled by, enveloping Ling Yituantuan, and he was momentarily stunned.

He had to put his arm in front of him, as if he heard someone talking, but through his fingers, he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Meng Ji... Slow down! Be obedient! Don't be impulsive!"

Before Ling Yi could react, a mass of white velvet instantly threw him to the ground and wrapped him tightly in his arms, and the huge head rubbed meekly against the back of his neck, making a joyful hiss.

"Hey, this ...... I'm sorry......"

The sound of Gyokuro clinking glasses rang clearly in his ears, and the visitor seemed to be very sorry for the meeting.

Ling Yi easily pushed away the big hairy white paws, and the wind and snow became mild again, and he exclaimed slightly, and there was a white leopard with a flower forehead in front of him.

It's a living thing, it's a leopard.

"You, do you want to hear a story?"

A panting young man in a red shirt asked with a smile.

I saw that the man's few strands of broken hair were on his forehead, and there were beads of sweat oozing, his eyes were hazy, his smile was like a crescent moon, and the corners of his narrow eyes were still flushed.

In particular, he was dressed in red, standing in the middle of the snow, which was shocking.

Ling Yi stood up, brushed the snow between his sleeves, and looked at the person in front of him for a long time, unable to speak, and the white leopard still leaned at his feet and refused to move for half a minute.

"Well, you called me. ”

The young man was still smiling, and he nodded at the words on the ground.

Only then did Ling Yi realize that she had written words all over the ground, repeating the words: Yeqing... Yeqing... Yeqing...

"Yeqing, it's me. Call me, and I will come. ”

When the young man said his name, the pear vortex was shallow, and the clear and clear voice seemed to be flying in the sky, making people feel as if they were in an ethereal dream.

Ling Yi couldn't hide the loneliness in his heart, Yeqing really came back, but it wasn't his Yeqing who came back.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, it seems that he is the only one.

"I'm the boss here, Ling Yi. ”

I don't know how long it has been, Ling Yi pointed to the sign of the Forget Worry Tavern behind him, and replied indifferently.

He raised his eyes and looked directly at the young man, expecting perhaps a glance at the answer he had been waiting for for 130,000 years.

However, after listening to the stories of the world, this sea god who used to be high in the world gradually understood some ordinary truths. In this world, in the world in which people live, most of them choose your reality, and what is extravagant is the ending you choose.

After a long time, the soon-to-be-god-clothed boy opened his mouth and asked slowly, "Are you a god?"

"You have to be disappointed, I'm not God. The young man shrugged, "However, if you want to talk about Xianjun, I still know a few people." ”

Ling Yi shook his head, stretched out his hand and gently smoothed the pattern on the forehead of the big white leopard, and asked, "You took him out, did no one interrogate you?"

"No, no, Meng Ji is much more powerful than me, he will be invisible. The young man paused and patiently explained, "He is a Meng Ji beast, not an ordinary leopard. ”

"I know him. ”

"No wonder he's so close when he first meets you. ”

The young man tilted his head and thought for a while, spread his palms, and held a handful of colorful small shells in front of Ling Yi, with a cheerful tone: "Although you don't want to listen to my story, since you have called me and exchanged names, we will be considered friends." These are all given to you, do you like them?"

Ling Yi looked at the sky, the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously, as if she was recalling: "A long time ago, there was also a person holding such a beautiful seashell and asking me if I liked it, you are very similar to her." ”

The young man was stunned again.

"A long time ago?"

"It's been a long, long time," Ling Yi touched Meng Ji's ear and said, "Even for a god, it's too long." ”

"Is she your beloved?" the young man asked.

"Yes. Ling Yi's answer was short and clear.

"Who is she, where is she, have you ever looked for her?" said the young man, suddenly earnest.

"Before answering your question, I want to ask you, why are you helping me?"

"Why?" said the young man, noncommittally, "you come, and I will take you to a place." ”

Ling Yi sighed, did not agree, did not refuse, only said: "The sky has not borne me, and I have promised the power of the sky to take revenge, so I should keep my promise." I thought, maybe you're the remnant of Yeqing, maybe it's just that I'm thinking too much, anyway, it's good that you can live. I know you mean well, but I can't accept it. ”

The young man said: "If I say that I am moved by your affection, and I don't ask for anything in return, just to help you, I can probably be regarded as a gentleman's doing." If I say, I just fancy your reputation as a god of war and want to sell you a favor, so that I can use your power to fulfill certain wishes in the future, which is not much different from a villain. But—"

The young man suddenly approached Ling Yi's body, eye to eye with him, nose to nose, almost next to each other, his eyes flowed, and he smiled slightly, and his moist and crystal eyes seemed to be about to be made into wine: "Lord Shenjun, there are often gentlemen and villains here, but I don't often have them." ”

"Meng Ji!" The young man raised his hand and called Meng Ji, who was invisible and didn't know whose roof beam he had climbed onto, and grabbed Ling Yi and climbed on his back, saying, "Good!

Crossing the border of the Seventh Country, Yuji Mountain is a tall and verdant cedar forest. A large clump of low bushes blocked their way, but the young man pressed straight over as if he hadn't seen it, not at all worried that the cracked branch would cut through his jade bone ice muscles.

The Pu Shu Flower Demon hurriedly gathered a light purple light and avoided it, opening a wide avenue for the master of the Nine Heavens Dream, and ran forward without touching the ground with his hands and feet.

"Lord Yeqing is here! The mushroom spirit put away your big skirt and said it eight hundred times, this big ruffle style is outdated! Old demon cedar tree, slow down, don't flash your waist! Hey! Little squirrel, eh, my good girl, why can't you give up your corn buds, get up and open them quickly! Lord Yeqing is here! Don't let you go one by one, be careful that you are found by the nightmare monster at night!"

The deeper you go into the forest, the more the wind and the sun are shining, as if the wind and snow have long been isolated from the bushes, the streams are murmuring, the birds are singing, and the rare birds and animals are jumping and playing.

The scenery in front of him flashed faster and faster, Ling Yi looked at his feet, and found that a huge jade fan appeared at Meng Ji's feet at some point, and the fan surface of the jade fan was painted with gold threads, which was lifelike, sitting and lying in it, as if he was in the nine clouds.

"This is Yeqing's Chaoyun Fan, how can you have it?" asked Ling Yi.

"I'm Yeqing. ”

The young man pointed forward, and at the junction of water and sky, an unknown spring gushed out, spreading out in the beautiful glow, turning into a pool of colorful deep water.

That place, Ling Yi couldn't be more familiar.

It was Jiuxiao Mengze, his unattainable return for tens of thousands of years.

"Chaoyun, gather!" the young man put his finger on the thin cherry pink lips and whistled softly, and the Chaoyun fan immediately obediently gradually closed and gradually closed, slowly lowered the fan surface, and gently placed them on the side of the dream.

Ling Yi looked into the depths of the dream, and among the countless colorful and gorgeous dream spirits, there was a halo intertwined, and the familiar red-clothed figure was sleeping quietly in it.

The young man pointed to the hazy figure and said, "Do you remember?"

How can you not remember?

Meng Ji beast brought a jar of wine, and Ling Yi recognized the water chrysanthemum pattern on the altar, which was the seventy-second altar of forgetting worries wine that Changyan personally sealed.

"Lord Shenjun, I said that I am Yeqing, you don't believe me, do you?" The young man uncorked the bottle, hugged the jar, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, and said, "Borrow you a jar of wine, and I will pay you back in the future." ”

"It's just a name, she makes, you make, how can you believe it or not. Ling Yi said.

The red clothes flashed, and the young man had climbed a pearl tree, and the pearls on the tree immediately shook his heart.

"Lord Shenjun, would you like to do me a favor?" the young man asked casually, lying on his back to the sky.

"What can I help you?"

"Do you want to help or not?"

"After I destroyed the Wuxian clan, the Jianmu Heavenly Ladder leading to the Nine Heavens Dream Ze disappeared. You brought me back here so that I could see her again, and I promised you that I would repay you. ”

"Then you want to repay my love, but there is more!" the young man turned over, jumped down from the pearl tree, and said with a smile, "For the sake of your beloved, you promised to fall into the infinite hell for eternity, and almost killed yourself with your own hands, and now, I also want you to kill me for the sake of my beloved." The request of a person who is a sympathetic person is not excessive, is it?"

Ling Yi's heart trembled: "You, your beloved?"

"Lord Shenjun, after killing me, your Yeqing will come back, do you believe me?"