"Is it cold?" He asked.

"Cold."

Chongxue lay on his back, looking back at the ice cave where she had been locked up for seven years, her heart was even colder.

"Don't be afraid, hold your brother tight, my brother will take you to a place where there is no wind and snow."

Chonghua carried her on his back and walked on the snow step by step, leaving a row of blood-stained footprints.

"Then let's go back to the royal capital, where the weather is the most pleasant."

The "......" responded to her with a long silence.

"Brother Wang?" She shouted.

"Wei Guo was gone seven years ago."

Her heart trembled: "The queen mother? ”

"Seven years ago, you were taken to the ice cave by him, and soon after, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from Jingguo came to the city, and the city was broken by seven days ......and nights of fierce battles."

Chonghua paused: "My father died in battle, and my mother ...... herself in Huating Palace."

"Don't say it." Chongxue interrupted him, and she suddenly raised her face, and there was a shocking scene. But I saw that the left half of her face was like a fairy, captivating and peerless, but the right half was like pouring sulfuric acid, her appearance was ruined, and she was extremely ugly.

"All of this was caused by him, your master, the immortal who claimed to be immortal."

"No ......"

She couldn't accept all this, the person she admired and admired the most ruined everything for her, and destroyed her family, the father and the queen mother.

She buried her face deep in Chonghua's shoulder, revealing only half of her face, and tears rained down.

"Take me there...... Pool of Forgetfulness ......"

"You're going to forget him?"

“……”

Xuan didn't know how she survived, and his deadly sword didn't kill her.

But sometimes being alive is more painful than dying, as she watched as he carried the woman on his back and walked towards her.

Xuan looked at the woman on Chonghua's back, her fingertips trembled slightly, she seemed to understand in a trance, although the woman was lying on Chonghua's back, only half of her face was much better than herself.

It turned out that he abandoned himself for her sake.

Chonghua walked closer, glanced at Xuan, and paused: "Forget me." ”

She watched him continue on his way until he faded into the snow.

"Girl, your injuries are not healed yet, so let's take the medicine and go into the house to rest first." Ziluo walked out of the house, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand.

Xuan ignored it, held down the bleeding wound in her abdomen, got up and walked towards the wind and snow.

"Girl, where are you going?" Ziluo hurriedly caught up.

"Go to the Imperial City of Patriotism."

"The country was destroyed seven years ago, and the national capital was already in ruins."

Xuan's fingertips trembled suddenly, she couldn't imagine what had happened in the seven years she had been waiting for him?

"Where has the Prince of Weiguo been all these years?"

"Legend has it that Wei Chonghua, the crown prince of the Wei Kingdom, fled to the Demon Realm with great difficulty, cultivated supreme demonic skills, and became the monarch of the Demon Realm."

"Hey, girl, why are you still leaving?"

"Take me to the site of the Imperial City of Patriotic Defense......"

……

……

Patches of cherry blossoms are scattered in the void.

Chongxue stood in the rain of flowers, looking at the forgetful pool in front of her, the pool water was printed with her terrifying face half of the city, and the past was reflected in her heart.

Ten years ago, when she was young, when she first passed by the Forgetfulness Pool, she jumped down and took a bath. At that time, she was innocent and flawless, just a hot spring.

It was then that she met him, and he was also her later master, the Lord of the Flying Immortal Pavilion - Jun Funian.

I remember that he said at that time: "You have no distracting thoughts, your mood is pure and harmonious, and it is most suitable for cultivating the Heart Sutra of Forgetfulness of Love, are you willing to go to the Flying Immortal Pavilion with this seat?" ”

At that time, she agreed with joy, and I don't know if she was happy to be able to become an immortal, or because she was so happy to meet him.

Encountering him is the catastrophe of her life, he is the master of the Flying Immortal Pavilion, the only immortal in the world, he is the most perfect person in the world, beyond the red dust, how can he be contaminated with mortal dust cause and effect?

But she wasn't, she was just someone he brought out of the rolling red dust, and she was destined to never forget him from the moment she first met.

Seven years ago, he took her to the pool of forgetfulness where he first met.

"Jump down, forget me, you will cultivate to the highest level of the Heart Sutra of Forgetfulness, and you will become an immortal."

She didn't want to, but he pushed her down.

But how could she forget? How can you forget? She couldn't forget him. She would rather ruin half of the world's face than forget him.

Later, she was imprisoned in an ice cave by him, and unless she forgot him and cultivated the Forgetful Heart Sutra, she would never be able to come out.

It wasn't until not long ago that the Demon Lord Wei Chonghua brought her out of the ice cave at the cost of taking his sword hard.

He was so ruthless, in order to make her an immortal, in order to make her forget her feelings for him, he destroyed her family and country, killed his father and mother, and forced Wei Chonghua to become a demon.

Chongxue looked at the Forgetfulness Pool and smiled sadly, on this day, she still had to forget him after all.

She jumped, determined and unstoppable, she wanted to forget him, she wanted to forget all this, she wanted nothing to remember again, as if it had never happened.

Pain, heart-rending pain, her heart seemed to be torn apart, this forgetfulness seemed to tear open her body, peeling off the traces and memories that belonged to him little by little.

Forget, forget, the memory seems to become blurry, she almost suffocates in pain, but she doesn't cry, she just tears wordlessly, and along with the tears there are feelings.

After the baptism of the pool of forgetfulness, like a phoenix bathing in fire nirvana, she walked out of the pool water.

She was dressed in clouds, like silk woven from white clouds, and after Nirvana, she regained her world-class appearance.

After the catastrophe, she was more peerless than at the beginning, she seemed to be a heavenly immortal standing on the blue fall of the nine heavens, and came to the red dust.

No, since she forgot about him, she has become a true immortal.

Chongxue walked in the void with her steps, and the clouds in the sky converged at her feet to form a white heavenly path.

Her eyes were as still as water, without a trace of impurities and feelings, and she walked along the road of heaven towards the former site of the Imperial City of Patriotism.

……

……

The former site of the Imperial City of the Patriotic Empire

Chonghua stood on the ruined palace, he looked ahead, the magic sword hanging from his waist was swirling with black qi.

"You're here."

Jun Funian was dressed in white like snow, and he stood quietly in the snow-filled void, his feet three feet off the ground. He is an immortal, born without being stained with mortal dust, never touching the red dust cause and effect, he belongs to the sky, and his feet will never step on the soil.

He is an immortal, his face is peerless, he is not a mortal, he is high in the nine heavens, he is immortal, he is not old or dead, he enjoys eternal loneliness alone.

"Qiang—"

Chonghua drew his sword and stabbed out, the pitch-black sword light pierced the sky, the demonic aura was monstrous, and the purple-black light drowned everything.

Jun Funian also drew his sword, and the white sword light lit up the night sky, tearing apart the endless wind and snow, and melting the night.

When everything calmed down, Chonghua staggered, fell from the sky, fell into the snow and looked up at the sky.

"You are not a real demon after all, you can't forget her, you can't be ruthless after all, you didn't kill her, you can't cut your passion, your heart is not perfect enough, you are not my opponent."

Chonghua looked at the sky, his eyes with a faint affection, he felt something.

Looking sideways, he saw Xuan's hand caressing his chest, and he smiled.

Xuan carried Chonghua on her back, she walked on the snow, one by one bloodstained footprints, until the wind and snow submerged their figures, and there was a faint whisper:

"Live, live, we will plant your favorite and loneliest plum tree together, and then wait another seven years to see it bloom the most beautiful flowers in the wind and snow."