Netizens upload chapters Chapter Seventy-Nine It's Too Late to Regret Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao! "Ah Han was calling Ling Xiao, and as soon as Ling Xiao came over, he was flying. Di Jiu glared at Han viciously: "Are you planning to ask him to love you?" Without waiting for Han to answer, he slapped the flying carriage in anger and threatened Han: "If you dare to confess to anyone again, I will kill one by one." ”

Ah Han looked at Di Jiu's back and shouted, "Di Jiu, you are too much, I am just asking for a monthly pass." ”

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Push open the heavy door of the temple and walk into the depths of the silent and gloomy temple. Looking up, there is the tall and magnificent, but sad and joyful statue of the god Shura.

Without saying a word, the crowd knelt and touched the mechanism, watching as the tall idol silently slid to one side, revealing a deep, narrow aisle.

Walking on the extremely long, extremely long dark road, I felt the chill in front of me getting deeper and heavier. Such a heavy and lonely trip, and still no one said a word, not a word. Everyone quietly walked through the darkness and coldness that seemed to have no end, until the light in front of them was bright and they entered the world of ice and snow

Fu Hanqing's first request after returning to the main altar was that he wanted to enter the ice room again.

On the day when he actually became the head of the sect, it seemed to be a completely reasonable ritual to go to the ice room to pay homage to the ancestors of the past generations, however, almost everyone could see from the look on his face when he said this sentence that the purpose of his visit to the ice room had nothing to do with the change in his status at the moment.

Yaoguang looked at him with strange eyes. Gently ask, "What do you do in the ice room?" ”

Fu Hanqing now put the best and most suitable reason ready-made, and only said lightly: "I want to see Di Fei." ”

All the kings looked at him in silence.

Whether this person doesn't understand, or disdainful, in such a frank answer, there is no minimum cover-up, he doesn't say that I want to see the ancestors of the past dynasties, he only says, I want to see Di Fei.

He called him - Di Fei!

Seven hundred years later, the new head of the Shura religion. In this way, it is natural to call the name of the ancestor seven hundred years ago.

As early as the last time I entered the ice room, everyone knew that Fu Hanqing and Di Fei seven hundred years ago did have a strange connection that everyone imagined. However, the fact that 700 years of time and space have passed and there is still a wonderful relationship that is so magical that time cannot be cut off is still a huge shock.

After a long silence, it was still Yaoguang who asked, "Why?" ”

Fu Hanqing didn't say a word, for a long time. He said softly, "I want to see it." ”

Everyone exchanged glances with each other, but no one moved, no one spoke.

Seven hundred years of secrecy, seven hundred years of legend, seven hundred years of continuation, who can not be tempted, who can not want to explore the truth, who is willing to let go of this opportunity to send to the door to ask the truth.

Fu Hanqing knows that everyone has too many mysteries and too many puzzles, however. He couldn't answer a word, and the truth about Xiaolou couldn't be told. He didn't want to repeat the old events of the year to anyone.

He just wanted to see. That's all.

After he stepped out of the shell of self-preservation, after he was finally willing to open his eyes to see the world, there was an old man, a story, that he had to face.

He didn't want to persecute anyone, he didn't want to do anything to force others, but at this moment, he couldn't help but persevere. Confront everyone in silence.

He wants to see him, he wants to see Di Fei. He wanted to see that in those seven hundred years, it had not faded in his mind.

In the silence, the slight ice on his fingertips made him turn his head in astonishment, and before he could see Di Jiudi's face clearly, he had already been pulled by him to walk quickly.

Fu Hanqing asked in surprise: "Where are we going?" ”

"Stupid, of course it's going to the Shura Palace." Di Jiu took him and hurried away without looking back.

"But ......"

"But what is, you are the leader of the sect, you can go wherever you like, you can see whoever you like, and you can't agree to whoever you want. Whether they like to follow or not, isn't it a mechanism that can only be opened by five people bowing down? If they don't come, let's grab a few members and come over to help. Di Jiu unceremoniously counted him down, "Such a small question will only be directed at people, waiting for others to nod, if I am not there, how can you be the sect leader?" ”

Fu Hanqing couldn't help laughing, squeezed his hand hard and said softly, "You're there......"

Such a warm and joyful voice made Di Jiu stunned for a moment, and when he returned, he saw a face that was smiling too brightly, so bright that it was almost a little silly, and heard the silly voice say, "You've always been by my side, haven't you?" ”

Di Jiu was slightly in a trance, but he didn't answer immediately. After being silent for a while, he raised his eyebrows lightly, glanced at the kings who followed him like a gust of wind, laughed coldly, and when he turned his head again, the Shura Hall had arrived.

Walking into the silent and cold palace, walking through the cold and dark secret passages, and once again coming to this world of ice and snow glass, Fu Hanqing just stood at the entrance of the ice room in a daze, and didn't move for a long time.

Until his shoulder was gently pressed and pushed by a solid and reliable palm, Fu Hanqing did not step forward, but turned back a little blankly.

Di Jiu stared at him and said softly: "If you want to see it, you can go and see it, if you don't want to see it, we will go back." ”

Fu Hanqing only stared at him in a daze.

In fact, he didn't know anything, and he suddenly heard Fu Hanqing make this wish.

However, he didn't ask anything else, he didn't do anything else. He only does one thing, supports him.

As he had experienced on the way out of the altar, he was there at all times, and when he returned, he could see him beside him, even if his face was not necessarily pretty. He can rely on any difficulty, as long as he speaks up, he will always answer, even if the tone is not polite.

Time and time again, he never just supported him. Even if he was the one who shouted the word "opposition" the loudest every time he slapped the table, in the end, he always supported him and never gave up on him once.

Fu Hanqing looked at Di Jiu for a long time, and suddenly had the courage to step into the ice and snow world, the glass world.

In a crystal ice coffin, the time that has never passed for seven hundred years has been condensed, and all the people who have not woken up have extremely similar faces.

Fu Hanqing only went straight forward, he didn't need to look, he didn't need to recall, he didn't need to argue.

He remembered, where Di Fei was, he remembered Di Fei's face.

He never mistook anyone, even if the departed faces looked almost identical.

He looked down at the man who had been sleeping in the jasper ice for seven hundred years. The old man's face has turned pale, and the legend who passed away with a smile seems to be far, far away from the proud and lonely overlord in his memory.

The past of the peach blossoms in the spring is almost recallable.

Gently stretched out his hand and pressed it on the jasper ice coffin, and the coolness of his fingertips slowly spread to his whole body.

How did you get through such a long period of self-dying?

Are you happy? Are you happy? Have you ever ended up getting your most anticipated?

Feeling.

I dreamed about it for 60 years, and after 60 years, I no longer want to think about the events of the past, and I no longer want to ask more about you. And then, it's been a long 600-year nightmare, and I've always thought, I don't care, I've always thought, I'm not in pain, I've always thought that it's just a simulation, it turns out, it's not......

Master, I woke up, and this sleep, it turned out, I slept not for sixty years, but for almost seven hundred years.

Master, I'm back, I'm actually, it's painful, I'm actually afraid of pain, I'm actually ...... I actually blame you a little, you know?

He pressed his entire palm completely on the ice coffin, letting the strange cold air invade him, and he didn't know how to resist it.

"Back then, was he doing well? Did he be happy with Bai Jinghong, how did he vigorously create the foundation of the Shura Sect, is it very majestic and remarkable? ”

His voice echoed hollowly in this icy world, and suddenly, he wanted to know many, many things. All of a sudden, he had many, many problems. Why before, he never wanted to ask, why before, he never wanted to care.

Obviously I care very much, why are you lazy and lazy, ignoring it, not looking at it, not wanting to know?

"Is he doing well? Who knows, it should be okay, he was the number one master in the world at that time, and no matter how invincible he was, he did all the shocking and extremely painful things. But seven hundred years have passed, and time will quietly erase all truths. What we hear is just the so-called legend of a peerless hero, the legend of the seven hundred years of legend, how much truth is there? ”

All the kings had already entered the ice room at this time, and at this time, Yaoguang replied casually.

Compared with Yaoguang's answer, which didn't have much practical significance, Di Jiu's answer was really much: "According to legend, he has a very beloved person named Bai Jinghong, but I don't know why. They did not go hand in hand with Bai Tou, he gave Bai Jinghong the villa he founded single-handedly, and he wandered on the rivers and lakes for many years. Later, he accepted many apprentices and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, only concentrating on teaching apprentices. He never had a wife, and he never had a lover again. His disciples founded the Shura religion. He was the head of the sect, but he didn't really manage the affairs of the sect, and he didn't even leave the mountain where he lived a hundred miles away. It wasn't until the last time that the Shura Sect encountered a catastrophe, and he rushed to the aid of the starry night, resisting the persecution of the whole martial arts land with the strength of one person, and saved all his disciples, but he died of serious injuries. Before he died, he confessed two major events. The first is to leave all his martial arts and treasures to Bai Jinghong, and the second is to leave the last words about the successor sect leader. Judging by the parallel of his life. I'm afraid that this hero of the world may not be happy in his life. ”

faintly in a few words. A person's life has been gently brought in.

The life that was once alive and wonderful, the life that left countless legends, in the end, is still just a few ordinary words.

Fu Hanqing stood in front of the ice and snow coffin in a daze, they were not together?

Why?

Didn't he love that person that way?

Didn't he deliver me into the hands of that man to preserve his love?

Why? After paying such a price, you still can't be together?

Why? So much was discarded. Still can't be happy.

He blurted out, "Why aren't they together, why are they separated?" ”

The kings almost all looked at him in silence. Memorize his words, looking forward to glimpsing the truth of 700 years from these words.

Only Di Jiuken answered his question.

"I don't know, no one knows, he never mentioned it, or, he did, but it hasn't been handed down in seven hundred years."

He didn't know more than anyone else, and he was just as confused about the truth in front of him. However, his tone was clear, his answer was swift, his expression was calm, and his gaze was calm.

Because he wanted to know, he replied.

Because he seemed so deeply confused and weak at this moment, he had to be firm and calm, and not disturb him with any doubts and uneasiness.

Fu Hanqing lowered his head and looked at the ice coffin, why can you sleep for seven hundred years, why do you still have a faint smile on your lips after seven hundred years, why are you still peaceful after such a long sleep.

...... year ...... year What was born?

Seven hundred years of time turned and refracted in the ice and snow, at that moment, he was clearly still in his arms, at that moment, he clearly said clearly, I will not die, I will live.

At that moment, the man looked at him with such quiet eyes, and said in such a soft and steady voice, yes, you will not die, you will live.

I always felt that he shouldn't be particularly sad, his tone was so calm at that time, and after that, his attitude towards Bai Jinghong could be so calm......

However, will it be...... Could it be......

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Di Jiu, and asked loudly: "What day did he leave the villa, and when did he hand over the villa to Bai Jinghong?" ”

His tone was so urgent, his eyes were so confused, but Di Jiu couldn't give him an answer.

"I don't know, seven hundred years ago, no one knows the exact date, his life, our understanding, is only an approximation." Di Jiu finally frowned slightly, and his eyes quietly looked at his hand.

Fu Hanqing was unaware, he lowered his head and only looked at the ice coffin in a daze.

Master, what happened seven hundred years ago?

Master, it was seven hundred years before I wondered if it was too late.

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Although, today is still delayed until the evening for some reason, but if nothing else, tomorrow should still be updated in the afternoon.

Of course, if I'm unlucky enough to be home tomorrow and can't go home in the afternoon, the update time will probably be about the same as tonight, sigh.

In addition, I stupidly just heard that the number of votes for the annual audition of the female frequency was until the 30th, not the 31st. So, here to yell at the top of your lungs, comrades who want to keep tickets until the end of the month pay attention, don't waste it.

Oh, may the tickets in the cold wind fall like snowflakes.

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