More than 30 years ago, perhaps, too much time has passed, where would such a tormented, reluctant, and painful person living in this world be willing to remember the years of his life so clearly and profoundly, and he can't remember when it happened. More than 30 years ago, in Qingcheng Yun, a young man in white, thin and cowardly, knelt at the door, asking the Nanqing Immortals to accept him as a disciple. Nanqing later accepted him as an apprentice, and since then, this deserted place for cultivating immortals for more than ten years has had fireworks. Lin Yan and him, like long-lost brothers, the two have very different personalities, but they are kind and loving, Lin Yan built a snow platform for him, lest he fall from it and fall painfully when he practices the sword in the future, he grinded and soaked in the alchemy room in Qingcheng Cloud for half a month, rummaged through all the ancient books and classics, and refined a rare pill that could cure diseases and save people and gave it to Lin Yan in return. Lin Yan taught him to practice martial arts and swords, and he told Lin Yan what the outside world was like. When Lin Yan teased Master Nanqing, even if he was scared to death, he had to help Lin Yan lie. They often quarrel over who carries more herbs when they go up the mountain to collect medicines, and often quarrel over who Linan prefers more, Lin Yan envy him for seeing the outside world, envy him for having dreams, and envy him for knowing what he is fighting for. And he also envied Lin Yan, who grew up in Qingcheng Cloud since he was a child, carefree, the master of the Southern Qing Dynasty was rigid and strict, but every move was love, the clothes Lin Yan wore since he was a child, Lin Yan's daily diet, Lin Yan's saber, Lin Yan's books, bedding, vases, sachets, cups, shoes and socks, hairpins, hairpins, hairbands, scabbards, he could see the master's love for Lin Yan from everything in Lin Yan. Later, on the night when Lin Yan was naughty, broke into the mortal world, and brought a catastrophe to Qingcheng Yun, Lin Yan had red eyes, lost his mind, and picked up Mu Sha to save Master Nanqing, he hugged Lin Yan, and all he thought about was Nanqing's entrustment to him - take care of him. Later, between politics, a sword flew from behind him, aiming at Lin Yan's back, he jumped up, and the moment he blocked the sword for Lin Yan, he laughed, cried, and died.

Lin Yan remembered that his name was Qin Wangchuan, a somewhat thin young man in white.

"Wangchuan." The moment Lin Yan saw the child, tears fell out of his eyes.

His name, his appearance, his smile, no matter how many times Lin Yan was reincarnated, he remembered it really and clearly.

"Childe, what are you talking about?" The child was frightened by this adult who cried when he saw him, and thought it was a porcelain toucher.

"Little boy! My mom can be considered to have caught up. The servant ran up from behind panting, stood behind the child, and when he saw Lin Yan and the Yan Yi Immortal Lord beside him, he was startled, and hurriedly saluted: "I've seen two immortals." ”

Lin Yan squatted down and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the child's face, and the little boy saw this situation and took a step back in fright.

"Wangchuan? Are you—Wangchuan? ”

"Did this immortal mistake me for one of your old friends? I'm not called Wangchuan, I'm in the autumn water of the Void Immortal Gate. ”

"Autumn water?" Lin Yan silently recited his name with some disappointment.

"Yes...... Looking through the autumn water? Roar, don't say, isn't it my long-lost brother. The little boy laughed.

It's exactly the same as Qin Wangchuan!

"Wangchuan, it's obviously you! It's you! Lin Yan didn't care about it, and took the little child into his arms, this action frightened Yan Yi and the servant, and even frightened the little child, he looked at such a gentle person, how could he have such a great strength, the child was in his arms, and he was a little out of breath: "Hey, you admit your mistake!" Let me go! Feed! ”

"Lin Yan! Lin Yan! Immortal Lord Yan was patting him on the shoulder, but Lin Yan didn't notice it at all. Tears and snot went wildly, holding the little boy and not letting go, so frightened that the servant didn't dare to breathe, but he didn't dare to step forward to stop him.

"Childe, touch porcelain? Let me go first, let's talk about it, I'm going to suffocate. The little boy in his arms knocked on Lin Yan's shoulder very weakly.

But, well, very weak.

Lin Yan's crying and crying appearance lasted until the appearance of the Nanqing Immortal Lord and the Xuanran Immortal, and the Nanqing Immortal Lord almost lifted Lin Yan up with one hand Lin Yan refused to give up, the little boy seemed to be suffocated because of insufficient blood supply, and his whole face was suffocated and red.

"Uncle, you're here, I'm almost suffocating." The little boy gasped for breath, trying to recover from the lack of blood just now.

Lin Yan was still crying, looking directly at the little boy.

"Qiushui, you go back first, and my uncle will call you later." The Xuanran Immortal beckoned the servant to take the little boy back, and when the little boy was leaving, he glanced back at Lin Yan with palpitations, and he didn't know why, but there was pity for Lin Yan in his eyes.

Qiu Shui gradually walked away, Xuan Ran turned to Lin Yan and said, "This is the little baby you brought thirty years ago. ”

It is Wangchuan.

Lin Yan looked at Xuan Ran with wide eyes, happy and scared in his heart. It's a joy to see my best friend come back. But every time he thought of those eyes, Lin Yan would feel guilty again, that person was the one who had given up his life and then saved himself. Even so, Lin Yan was not as unhappy, unhappy, not free, full of pain, and embarrassed as Wangchuan had expected when he gave his life.

"However, for more than 30 years, his body ......"

"Probably because of the resurrection, he grew slower than others...... So now it looks like he's seven or eight years old, but in fact, his mind is already very mature. ”

Then Lin Yan felt even more guilty.

"Autumn water...... Wangchuan lived very well in the Mirage Wonderland, his temper was when he was a child, Xuanyou looked like a child, Xuanyou recruited children to like it, so Wangchuan has no shortage of playmates, often with Xuanyou, his martial arts and cultivation will teach him, reading and learning is the responsibility of my father, he is doing well......"

I hope to alleviate some of Lin Yan's guilt.

But Lin Yan felt even more guilty.

His guilt does not come from the resurrection of Wangchuan, his real guilt, from the moment Wangchuan died for himself, it was infinitely magnified and extended, in those years of getting along before, Lin Yan ate an extra piece of sugar, played for a while, and did less housework The scattered guilt began to add oil and vinegar to this most macro guilt, Lin Yan's deepest feeling for Wangchuan is - I owe him. Many years have passed, and more than thirty years have passed, and Lin Yan's guilt has all come back when he meets the resurrected Wangchuan.

The matter was important, and several people returned to Zhaozhang Hall to discuss things, and the mood of the Xuanjiang Immortal Lord stabilized a little, but Lin Yan still didn't dare to raise his head, dare not look at him, and did not dare to speak.

"Uncle Xuan, have Mr. Su come to you these days?"

"Once." The Xuanjiang Immortal Lord looked ahead, his eyes empty.

"When?"

"Perhaps...... Three days ago. ”

"What's the matter?"

A mortal can appear in the fairy world alone, without attracting the attention of others, evading the guard of the gatekeeper, and standing quietly in the inner courtyard of the cloud mirage fairyland, it seems that Mr. Su does not intend to continue to hide his identity. When the Xuanjiang Immortal Lord saw him, he was more sad than shocked, in fact, he had already noticed that Mr. Su was not an ordinary person, and he also knew that he was not a mortal, but he just didn't want to expose it, and now Mr. Su was standing in front of him, he knew that this move was not simply to tell him his identity, but also showed that many of the things that the Xuanjiang Immortal Lord suspected that Mr. Su had done was indeed Mr. Su's handiwork. He is such a forbearant and intelligent person, and he will never fail unless he has to.

"Mu Liang?"

"Brother Xuan, how is the friendship between you and me?"

"Life and death depend on each other."

"What I said, are you credible?"

The Xuanjiang Immortal Lord did not speak.

"Will you believe?" Mr. Su bit his lip.

"Yes."

"I was forced to be helpless. But I have my own way to get out, you don't have to be difficult for yourself, have one to say, don't worry about me. ”

"Mu Liang?"

"I didn't mean to hide it from you. I'm just a word, I'm forced to be helpless, but I have a heart for you. Mr. Su's often lazy eyes were full of pain, and he was indifferent to everything compared to before, which was really far from the same.

The Xuanjiang Immortal Lord did not react.

There was a chaotic aura outside the door, as if a few students had discovered the anomaly and were running towards it.

Mr. Su glanced at the location of the door, left a heavy "take care", and then turned to leave.

Everyone in the room was silent.

Nanqing didn't expect that the last time Mr. Su came to see the Xuanjiang Immortal Lord, it was just a simple goodbye, he thought that a person like Su Muliang who would not give up until he reached his goal would take advantage of his friendship with the Xuanjiang Immortal Lord to exercise the last convenience to help him escape.

The Xuanjiang Immortal Lord was helped to the backyard to rest, and Nanqing's face was heavy.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Ran came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Xuanren Immortal Lord, will it ......?"

"No, it won't. His heart is dead, and there will be no more to hide, he is my father, and I know it in my heart. ”

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Mr. Su is so cunning, Nanqing has seen it before, so what Mr. Su said, the Immortal Lord of Nanqing did not intend to believe it, but he believed in the Xuanjiang Immortal Lord. Mr. Su is not in his own mansion, nor is he here in the Xuanjiang Immortal Lord, Nanqing does not know who this Mr. Su is still related to, if the Xuanjiang Immortal Lord does not have it here, then they can only go to the Hades King to try their luck again, and the price of luck is the safety of their lives.

"What's next? ”

"Find the Immortal."

"This case is indeed what he asked you to investigate, but in the end, if his comrades are involved, do you think it is more serious that the case cannot be investigated, or is it more serious that you have picked up the black history of Hades?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe the Immortal doesn't want this answer."

"But I want to."

"There's no need, Nanqing."

"Because the answer is related to what happened to Lin Yan."

"I ......"

Nan Qing's hand suddenly burned with a strange spell.

"Wait, there's something wrong with Nebula Harbor."