Li Bai didn't even smile, his eyes were completely gloomy: "Have you inquired about the whereabouts of the dragon people?" ”

The immature smile on Dongshen's face dissipated, and it became very ugly: "No, it was said that the dragon clan slaughtered Qingqiu, angered the Mandate of Heaven, and caused the destruction of the Lock Heaven Pillar, and now he is afraid of death, and he has been absconding for a long time." ”

How could he tell Li Bai where Han Xin was, after observing these few months, he was afraid that if Li Bai was soft-hearted, it would be a waste of his calculations if he didn't kill Han Xin.

"No news at all?" Li Bai's expression was in a trance, his heart was like a heavy stone pressing, and he couldn't breathe.

"I know you want to avenge your people, but that kind of person will kill himself if he commits too much injustice, and he may have died a long time ago." Dongshen deliberately mentioned the slaughter of the fox clan.

When Li Bai heard this, a bleak smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "That's right, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, and you may have died a long time ago." ”

Li Bai hates his current self, why is there still a trace of luck in his heart, he obviously saw the whole process of Han Xin's slaughter of the fox clan from the divine mirror, and there is no possibility of justification, why does he still have an obsession in his heart, and wants to ask why?

On the second day, Dongshen prepared a carriage and was about to take Li Bai out to play, but found that Li Bai had left without saying goodbye. And on the desk in his study, there are only two short words: thank you.

Dongshen knew that Li Bai was going to find the dragon clansman. But he was also sure that Li Bai would not be able to find Han Xin, because Han Xin was no longer in the Divine Realm, but had fallen into the remote Dragon Pool in the far north of the Nether Realm.

Not to mention that Han Xin was seriously injured that day, whether he can survive or not is a question, even if he is really lucky to survive. The true body of the dragon clan was destroyed and fell into the mortal world, if they did not cultivate into a condensed human form, I am afraid that after thousands of years, they would not be able to go ashore in the pool.

*

Li Bai returned to Qingqiu, full of devastation, such things were wrong, and his homeland was destroyed, making it difficult for him to forget his hatred. He has lost his hometown and homeland, and has become a real wanderer. He was full of sadness, and he would drink a lot of wine all day long, and after drinking too much, he would want to go to the little white dragon in the bamboo forest.

He always carries his lazy self on his back, can go anywhere, or let him fly with a dragon, swim all over the mountains, rivers and lakes, and experience a better life. All the beauty in Li Bai's memory was pieced together piece by piece after he was drunk, and he was torn apart countless times when he was sober.

He drank every day, he used to be a good wine, but now he is drunk. Only when you are drunk can you forget, and if you forget, it will not hurt. After Li Bai wandered around the immortal realm for half a year, he finally couldn't help but go to the bamboo forest in the nether realm.

He was very afraid, he was afraid that he would see Han Xin in the bamboo forest, and he would kill Han Xin with a sword out of hatred. He was afraid that if he couldn't see Han Xin in the bamboo forest, would that person really disappear from the world?

He drank wine and stepped into the bamboo forest. The green bamboo forest is still lush and beautiful, just like when they meet in spring, but the bamboo forest is empty. When he walked to the cabin, raised his hand and creaked open the wooden door, and saw the empty dusty room, he lowered his head and took a sip of wine, his nose was sore, and he cried.

He had never hated a person so much, he turned his back on him like that, and disappeared without even having time to say a word of resentment.

Li Bai remembered the past.

Under the warm spring breeze, Han Xin sat in the bamboo forest, silently collecting bamboo leaves for him and helping him make wine.

Or he didn't know where he caught the fish, and he just needed to eat it.

Sometimes Han Xin would also catch two hedgehogs, and when he saw that it was fun, he secretly released them. When Han Xin set up the iron pot, he found that the hedgehog was missing, so he was so anxious that he rummaged around in the cage, and comforted him not to worry, he would find it soon.

Sometimes at night, Han Xin would take him to the lake to soak his feet, he sat on the stone and inexplicably said that he wanted to see the fireflies, and he didn't know what the little white dragon thought, so he suddenly turned into a white dragon and rushed out.

When he came back, he probed his brain, carefully swam in front of Li Bai in the air, silently opened some of his dragon scales, and saw the fireflies under the dragon scales emerge one after another, lighting up the entire lake and the eyes of the two.

And as long as Li Bai felt tired, Han Xin would always appear by his side, either letting him lean on, or carrying him, or carrying the whole thing, as if he was everywhere.

He likes to spend every day with Han Xin, and he prefers Han Xin's seemingly restrained and incomparably gentle person, who is simply a worldly wealth that belongs to him.

But the better the past years, the more heartbroken it is now, Li Bai sits alone in the green bamboo forest, with only cold wind and loneliness in his ears.

He sometimes thought inexplicably that if Han Xin was still alive, he would definitely come to the bamboo forest to find him. But he waited in the bamboo forest for three hundred years, and Han Xin did not come back. He is drunk every day, and he has long been unable to distinguish between day and night, and the reality is illusory.

Three hundred years of facts have changed, and the fairy world has fallen and declined because of the stormy runaway. The world has fallen into an endless disaster, and the population is becoming more and more scarce.

Li Bai didn't wait any longer, he gave up, he tried to forget, whether it was that love or hatred, he just wanted to forget it completely.

He set a time for himself, three thousand years, if it was three thousand years, he didn't wait for Han Xin, and he completely forgot about the past.

Li Bai began to travel the world, saying that he was traveling through the world, and he always had expectations in his heart, hoping to meet that person.

He walked from the east to the south of the world, from the west to the north, and was alone and adrift from beginning to end.

One day, he walked to the extremely arctic cold snow abyss and walked to a lake called Hualong Pond.

He felt inexplicably lighter, and he decided to stay here for a while.

*

After Han Xin was seriously injured that year, when he was unconscious, he was kicked into the dragon pool of the Nether by the Eastern God.

He was originally weak and weak, but when he drowned in the lake, the white jade dragon pendant on his body turned into a wisp of dragon soul and protected Han Xin's heart.

Although Han Xin protected his heart and was not angry, the dragon clan fell into the world, and he was destroyed and turned into a little dragon fish, so he was temporarily alive.

He turned into a snow-white little dragonfish, just like all the creatures in the Nether, but with aura.

Because of the influence of Bai Yuyou Longpei, Han Xin survived, but if he wanted to go ashore, he needed to go through thousands of years of cultivation and gather qi.

Han Xin had no other choice but to be like a fish, silent at the bottom of the lake, and then practice silently. What he cared about most was whether the Divine Monarch was still alive.

But in this extremely arctic cold place, there is not even a living creature except for the grass, trees and lakes, and in the first hundred years he would look around in the dragon pool, and then he gradually lost his interest, and only occasionally lay on the side of the stone on the shore, staring blankly at the sky, thinking about the person in his heart.