"You were in retreat...... I left all the way from Shushan. ”

The stars and the moon are shining.

Wind and sand whirl.

From Taozhi City, separated from Guo Dalu, the girl also woke up in a daze.

The cold in her body is gradually dissipating, and the killing intent left by the White Emperor has hit Shenhai hard, and it is blocked by the "Character Scroll" and "Sword Hide", so the girl has become "sleepy...... But now it is slowly getting better, and when she just left the north, she was able to sleep for ten hours a day.

Now more and more sober...... But that's not a good thing.

Because the killing intent left by the White Emperor was dense like a knife, it was not dug out, but converged into the bones, and the soul healed, but the injury was difficult to heal.

Pei Lingsu rested his chin on Ning Yi's shoulder, stared at Ning Yi motionlessly, and listened to him carefully, like a quiet kitten.

Ning Yi smiled and told him about going down to Shushan to find a new word scroll.

"Guo Dalu ......" Pei Lingsu sighed: "He is a good person." ”

Heartfelt emotion.

In this world, there are few people like Guo Dalu.

The girl's exclamation made Ning Yi's face twitch a little.

After thinking about it, three or four years have passed, and Lao Guo still seems to be a bachelor, and the reason seems to have come to light...... A person like Guo Dalu, no matter who sees it, will subconsciously give him a good person as a compliment.

It has stepped into the yellow sand desert.

Ning Yi chose the safest path.

His final destination was Lingshan, holding the talisman of Chu Xuan's predecessor in his hand, and leaving from the north, that is, in order to find the master of "Xuyun" and seek the so-called "immortal law" of Buddhism.

But...... He didn't want the girl to be unhappy along the way.

Regarding the injuries in the girl's body, Ning Yi and Shen Yuanjun, as well as insiders, all chose to hide it.

There's no need to rush along the way.

It is regarded as a journey around the Great Sui.

......

......

"I heard that in the desert outside the eastern border, there is a well called 'Mochizuki'. ”

The girl slowly lifted the curtain.

She looked at the ** moon overhead, the night in the east, the desert yellow sand roaring, always felt that the moon above her head, bright and a little unreal, although the early spring has arrived, but the yellow sand still has the meaning of freezing, rough and cold, scraped on the face like a small continuous knife sharp piece.

Ning Yi's heart moved, "How do you know about 'Mochizuki'?"

This little story has been widely circulated in the eastern territory, but very little is known to the heavens.

"When I was in the Mansion of the Marquis of Jianxing, I was bored and read a lot of books. Pei Lingsu paused slightly, and said with a smile: "I have heard more or less about it." ”

Ning Yi smiled suddenly.

He assumed the pseudonym Ning Chen, when he was looking for the "mountain scroll" in the east, he went around to find out the local anecdotes, and only then did he know the story of "Mochizuki", at that time, Li Baijing was still wrestling with the west, he wanted to show Taizong his ability to govern the world, and the entire east was controlled and obeyed, and the three holy mountains were also under the east border.

"Mochizuki" used to be a famous scenic spot in the desert...... In fact, there is nothing special about it, and many young men and women will rush to the well to fulfill the legend of the world at the full moon.

"When the moon is full, overlooking the bottom of the well, lovers who truly love each other can see the future of themselves and their beloved. ”

Ning Yi said slowly: "Do you believe that there is such a thing?"

The girl nodded and shook again

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Head.

Both of them are great cultivators who have transcended the Ten Realms, and they actually know very well that there are indeed future divination techniques and treasures in this world, but they are all existences that challenge the rules against the sky.

Seeing the "future" is not a good thing, the farther you see, the more you see, the more you pay.

"I just...... Curious. ”

Pei Lingsu whispered, "I want to see the future of the two of us." ”

She suddenly laughed and said, "Of course, that well is probably just a gimmick, and you may not be able to see anything." ”

Ning Yi's face was serious, and one hand slapped the armrest of the folded wooden wheelchair beside him, "The future of the two of us is bright, just like this carriage, clattering towards the Kangzhuang Avenue." ”

The girl couldn't help but laugh.

Ning Yi also smiled: "Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you, and whatever scenery you want to see, I will accompany you to see it...... Anyway, we have money now, we can't report to our family, who hasn't heard of Shushan Ningyi, who doesn't know Zishan Pei Lingsu?"

The girl was amused, and said angrily: "Look at your poor, blind and showy." ”

Ning Yile said: "If you can return to your hometown with wealth and wealth, who wants to walk in brocade at night?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, restrained his smile, and said: "That 'Moon Watching Well', it was originally famous and lively, and there were many inns around it, but now it is not necessarily, Li Baijing connived at the ghost cultivation under his hand to occupy the top of the Liuli Mountain, forcing the reduction of the territory of the Three Holy Mountains, as well as the habitat of the people, and the rogues outside the eastern border are also greatly breeding. ”

"It's good, too. The girl said softly: "No one, pure." ”

Ning Yi smiled and rubbed the girl's head, "It's all up to you." ”

......

......

The location of the Mochizuki Ancient Well was originally quite rich, although it was a desert, but a group of people gathered around this small well to open up a small town, but now the whole town is dilapidated and weathered, and the houses and pavilions are destroyed by the wind and sand, and they are buried, and they are dead and lifeless.

There was no water at the bottom of the well.

Dry to the bottom.

The yellow sand was flying, and a young man in a linen robe, stepping on a pair of tattered cloth shoes, hugging his shoulders, stepped on the desert with difficulty, and he was alone in the moonlight, with a resolute face.

The young man in the linen robe was very tattered and old, and the tattered corners fluttered in the wind.

It was not until I came to the dilapidated ancient town that the wind gradually became quieter.

He let go of his arms that he was hugging him, raised his hands, rubbed his ears that were purple from the cold, and walked like a walking corpse in this "familiar" ancient town, there was no one in the town anymore, and the original scenes were still haunting in his mind.

At that time, the mother would hold herself, sit on the roof, turn her back to the yellow sand, and whisper to the moon.

Say something you don't understand.

The world is hard.

It's hard for dad too.

It's hard for all to ...... So you have to live well.

At that time, the town was very lively, and there would be a lot of people, and he couldn't quite pay attention to what his mother meant when she said "the world is difficult".

Until my mother is gone.

No one hugs him or her anymore, chattering on the rooftop, reading one trivial story after another.

It wasn't until he "lost" that he realized how precious it was to "have".

The young man came to a dilapidated old house, stretched out his hand, and opened the heavy wooden door, although the old house was dilapidated, but there was not much dust, because people often came to clean it...... The wooden house was opened with a babbling, and the boy familiarly picked up the dustpan and broom leaning against the corner, silently swept the dust, and then carried an empty bucket and pushed it away

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At the door of the house, I remembered that not long ago, this town experienced a sandstorm, and there was no water in the "Mochizuki Well".

He put the empty bucket back again, with a gentle motion.

Close the door.

Sitting in the dark, his breathing became difficult, and his eyes did not move the whole time, staring at the small tablet in the room.

Holding incense in both hands, the faint fire ignited.

It was inserted in front of the tablet.

The breath was heavy, like dust.

Suddenly coughed—

"Ahem!"

"Hmm. ”

The boy coughed painfully and dullly, one hand covering his lips, and the heart-rending cough sound was like that of an almost old man, hoarse and dull.

He fell to his knees, like a rickety shrimp.

When everything was quiet, his emotions slowly calmed down as his body calmed down, and the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes because of the violent coughing soaked a small piece of the floor.

It's something he does every month.

Or rather...... It's something he does whenever he's free.

Hike more than ten miles.

Come to this ruined town, come and meet the person he misses the most in this world.

The young man pressed his hands to the ground and kowtowed respectfully several times.

"Mother...... I'm doing well. ”

"He didn't care about me lately, and he couldn't care about me in the first place...... I'm leaving, I'm going to leave sooner or later. "The boy calmed down very quickly.

He raised his head, stared at the tablet, and muttered, "Mother, before leaving, I will take the tablet with me, you will understand me...... I don't want to live like him. ”

There was silence in the room.

The boy's back suddenly grew with hair.

Like a nimble night cat, he scurried up, pulled out the incense with one hand, and inserted it into the ash altar in reverse, and the only faint light source in the room was extinguished, and he took off his cloth shoes, and moved barefoot around the wooden house, barely making a sound, and leaned close to the paper window.

Through the tattered paper holes, the boy narrowed his eyes and saw the situation outside.

The wind and sand are very large, mottled the horizon.

A carriage stopped next to the Mochizuki Well, and the carriage had no grooms...... He had heard that the cultivators of the Great Sui could use talismans instead of manpower to move forward extremely quickly.

The carriage looked like the business of the nobles.

For various reasons, the ancient town has been dilapidated to this point, and there are still people who come here for the purpose of "Mochizuki Well"?

The young man's heart sank, and he saw two young men and women getting down from the carriage.

They...... Just two people?

This is now the realm of "going to the mountain of death", these two young rich children, aren't they afraid of death?

The boy held his breath and cautiously changed the angle, so that he could see the scene not far away more clearly.

The man was dressed in a black robe and looked unremarkable.

As for the woman.

"So beautiful......" The young man was a little distracted, he had lived here for more than ten years, because of the reason of making a living, he had seen too many "Jianghu guests", what fairy couples, what sect fairies, rich and noble ladies, but none of them could be comparable to the woman in purple at this moment.

It's a detached, sharp beauty.

There is sword energy, soft bones, and a vague morbid beauty.

(I owe you three chapters, and I was going to make up for it this weekend...... But this weekend is going to be last year...... So...... I'll try my best not to owe any more, and the rest will slowly make up the TAT. ）

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