When Tan Luo heard the man say this, she had an unspeakable emotion in her heart, she didn't care or care about Yan Bo's past. Especially after that night, she didn't even think that this man would eventually leave alone, return to Death Valley to be isolated, lonely, and grow old alone.

But who is the woman he is talking about? Tan Luo glanced at Yan Bo, she naturally didn't think of this man who had known each other for a short time, the person she had been trying to find was actually herself.

"Demon, how is the crown prince doing now?" Tan Luo retracted her gaze and turned to stare at the palace master of Weiyang Palace.

"You'll know when you come with me."

Demon, Tan Luo and Wu Xian Yan Bo immediately stepped into the bedroom, on the bed, and saw that the man with his eyes closed was scattered with silver threads, and his face was as cold as the autumn moon, except for the corners of his lips that were naturally raised, at first glance, the appearance seemed to be different from before.

"How?" Tan Luo asked softly.

Yan Bo's expression was solemn, his fingers were on his sleeves, he couldn't even count the prince's longevity.

He shook his head slightly, then took out a spirit lamp and placed it at the head of the bed, and with a light tap of his fingertips, the firelight flickered a few times to show a faint blue color.

"His soul is still wandering in the world, saved."

When Tan Luo heard this, she rejoiced in her heart and swept away the haze. And only Yan Bo knew that when he said this, the dull pain in his heart was more fierce than ever.

People are greedy, how can they be willing to let go if they get it.

"And when will you cast the Soul Attraction Technique?" Tan Luo didn't notice the other party's inappropriateness, and was full of hope that the prince would wake up as soon as possible.

"You are not allowed to enter the house for an hour." He replied.

"Good!" Tan Luo hurriedly pulled the demon out of the house together, and closed the door by the way.

When the footsteps were far away, Yan Bo took off his hat, and there was sadness in his blue water and cold eyes. He stood still for a long time, and when he raised his eyes again, he returned to his original indifference.

What does he have to complain about, it is just a long-cherished wish that has been fulfilled now.

I only hate that the dream is too late, the flowers are too fragrant, and the end of the world flies to the streamer. I only complain that the moon is too cold, the stars are too scarce, and the love in this world is long. It's just that the road is too far, the road is too wide, and the snow can't be seen through the dusk.

He is looking too hard, his love is humble, and in the next life, he doesn't want to meet each other again.

Yan Bo approached the collapse, and his fingertips overflowed with brilliance

An hour later, Tan Luo and the demon returned to the house, and the face of the man on the bed was bloody, but on the contrary, Yan Bo's breath was disordered, and the face under the hat was pale.

Tan Luo's eyebrows were crooked, and she watched the prince recover with a smile, and her eyes seemed to be full of brilliance like stars.

"When will Jing Yao wake up?" She asked casually.

"When the wick of the Spiritist lamp burns out, you can see him again."

"Thanks to your rescue this time, it's better to stay here in the future and don't go back to Death Valley."

The demon couldn't help but snort coldly: "Woman, you really don't see outside, everyone brings me here!" ”

"Demon, in fact, in addition to the witch fairy, there is also an eight-year-old child. But don't worry, they both have very small meals and can't eat much food from you. ”

Yan Bo raised his hand to stop it, and said as if it was senseless: "No need, I am not in a hurry to go back this time, I want to travel all over the world, as for Xiaogu, I have to ask the girl to take care of it." ”

"You're leaving?" Tan Luo was surprised, she thought that if she spoke up, Wu Xian would stay for at least a few more days, "When?" ”

There was a tremor in her voice that she couldn't even detect, but what reason did she have to stay with the other party.

"It's still early, Miss Tanluo, take care." He whispered and walked slowly out of the house.

Yan Bo left like this.

On that day, the wind was beautiful, and the man was dressed in a plain and white linen clothes, passed through the nine-curved corridor, stepped on the crescent arch bridge, and never looked back at the girl three steps away.

It wasn't until the carriage faded away that Epi remembered that she had forgotten to say goodbye.

Looking at the autumn in the garden, the time of trekking through mountains and rivers to find a doctor is as long as a dream that is not very real.

"Demon, you said that the world is big, how big is the possibility of meeting?" She looked back and smiled, with a slight melancholy that couldn't be explained.

The demon stood behind her, her eyes dark and unrecognizable: "If you want to find someone, I will help you." ”

"No need." She shook her head, "I owe you too much, and when the prince wakes up, I will go back to Weiyang Palace with you." ”

Hearing her promise like this, the demon frowned, he thought about it for so long, hesitated for so long, if he sent the woman back to Weiyang Palace, with the thoughts and means of the Lord, even if he would not be tortured, he would spend his whole life in the dark underground.

This suburb of Beizhuang is full of demonic cronies, and if he doesn't tell it, the Lord will never find out that Tan Luo is hiding here. Under the sleeve, the man clenched his fists, did he really want to do this

"Woman, wait until I get back." After the demon said this, he suddenly turned and left.

Tan Luo didn't know why, and secretly wondered how people now said they would leave without warning.

In the village, Xiao Gu didn't know that his immortal master had left, and he was pestering Mo Qianran to play. Tan Luo was very surprised by this, and she didn't expect that the cold female killer had a hand in teasing children. Mo Qianxuan followed the demon and left, and heard that he went to Weiyang Palace to recover his life.

She became more and more curious about what kind of man the Lord was talking about in the mouth of the demon, who could make even the ghost-faced man fearful.

As the days passed, as the wick of the conjuring lamp burned to ashes, Jing Yao gradually showed signs of recovery. Lying on the man's chest, she could even feel the faint breathing up and down.

In the past few days, the autumn weather is crisp and the temperature is suitable, Tan Luo took a peach wood comb to take care of Jing Yao's silver hair, and heard a knock at the door. Her hand was in the air, and she got up to open the door, only to see a strange man standing outside, dusty.

"You are?"

The middle-aged man was holding a pitch-black wooden box in his hand, and he looked very heavy.

"I'm an elder of the Wu clan, and the Wu Immortal has something for me to pass on to Xiao Gu, what about the baby?"

Tan Luo looked at the sky, now after noon, Xiao Gu had to take a nap at this hour every day. She took the wooden box with her hand, hooked her lips and smiled: "I don't know what is in here, I will hand it over to him when Xiaogu wakes up." ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand seemingly indifferently and said, "It's nothing, it's just a relic of the witch immortal, and it's all some medical books and ancient books." ”

"What did you say?" She was taken aback.

"Oh, before he died, he said that he would hand over these things to Xiao Gu, and if anyone asked, he just said that he had gone to Yunyou." The man muttered casually, "The witch fairy is really strange, there are a few people in this world who care about his life or death, what can they hide." ”

"He," Tan Luo asked, her voice trembling almost as her voice trembled, "how did he get there?" ”

The man didn't know what this girl really meant, so he only said that the witch fairy went out of the valley, and when he came back, he turned back and went to the hometown of the witch clan. The man saw that he looked haggard and thinner, and his blue eyes had lost their former brilliance, and he was holding the altar daughter red and staring at the sky in a daze.

Until not long ago, Wu Xian suddenly squatted under the begonia tree, buried the altar of daughter red deep in the soil, and whispered: "This wine, I'm afraid there is no chance to get drunk together." ”

The clansmen all said that Wu Xian had been alone in the empty valley for hundreds of years, and it was estimated that he was crazy. No one knows how he has been doing all these years, let alone who he is going out of the valley for. It's just that he can't bear his fate in the end, although he enjoys a long life of three hundred years, there are a few who are willing to be lonely to the end.

On that day, the sky was as blue as washing, the clouds were rolling up, and the peak of Kunlun Ruins was as cold as ever. Wu Xian was still wearing the same plain linen clothes, and there were two lines of dried blood dripping from the corners of his eyes.

He looked down at the mountain and the clouds were misty, but his empty eyes were dark, and he could no longer see any light, any color. Colorful prayer flags flutter in the wind, the valley is quiet, and there is an echo of water in the air.

Under the broken ice, a slender figure sank into the blue water pool, wrapped in the biting cold, and gradually disappeared under the ice, without a sound.

When the middle-aged man left, Tan Luo was still immersed in the description, and her eyes flashed with silence.

Wu Xian will eventually choose to end this life by ice burial, but she doesn't know that Yan Bo's long-cherished wish for ten thousand years has been fulfilled, in order to save the prince, he exchanged his remaining fifty years for Jing Yao's resurrection.

How can a person be resurrected when he dies, after all, he is only a mortal.

"Do you know, I miss you very much" echoed in his ears the soft voice of the witch fairy that night, he had been lonely all his life, looking for a lifetime, life and death, and it was also cold.

Tan Luo slowly squatted down, and dozens of yellowed and rolled books were messily placed in the pitch-black wooden box, with bamboo incense. She carefully sorted out the books one by one, as if she saw Yan Bo sitting at the table and studying silently, her white and slender fingers turning the pages of the book, and when she saw the girl, he looked up and smiled.

"Girl—" He pursed his lips softly, his eyes shining with thoughts she couldn't understand.

When the last item was packed, Tan Luo saw that there was an oiled paper package lying at the bottom of the box, which was tied with a thin rope, which was obviously a very loving thing. She untied the tether and saw the thing inside that was covered with a silk handkerchief, holding it in the palm of her hand and rubbing it.

It was a black-and-white Buddha-eyed dzi, apparently often held in the hand and smooth.

"Yan Bo" she whispered softly, tears falling silently.

The people of other villages did not know where the girl had gone suddenly, but they had heard that there was a woman who was looking for wine and buying drunk in the wine shop at the end of the street, and her appearance was withered, and she chose a few good daughters on the altar and left quietly.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the autumn dew is like a pearl. On an ancient tree on the outskirts of Chang'an, there is a Taoist figure, drunk.

Among the weeds is a broken wine jar, the aroma of wine is overflowing, she is full of spicy, and her daughter is red and sour and bitter.

Gains and losses, it turned out to be a thought difference, Tan Luo knew that Yan Bo's death would inevitably arise because of her, and for this man with deep affection, how could she be willing to let him be buried in the cold pool.

Not far away, there was a light sound of footsteps, the man was dressed in a bright yellow regular clothes, his deep eyes were filled with three points of sorrow and seven points of tenderness, and he sighed bitterly: "How do you treat yourself like this, go back to the palace with me."