The world is impermanent, many people have lost themselves in the long river of time, they have lost their hearts, and live a numb and boring life all day long, what is the difference between this kind of person and the walking dead?

Lin Qi sighed lightly in his heart, there are too many unsatisfactory in this world, people's hearts are unpredictable, maybe one day he will be stabbed in the back by the person he trusts the most, but he can't do anything, this is not a kind of sadness.

In life, if you have three or two confidants, you will not be in vain.

"Master, you have gone through the eighteenth life, just to wait for an inheritor here?" Lin Qi suddenly asked.

The eighteenth, a seemingly distant deadline, just let Old Man Jiang come over.

Soul magicians will have their own limits on the path of seeking immortals, and the final limit is life.

Ordinary people may consume their life essence in just a few decades, and all that awaits them is death.

Soul magicians, on the other hand, can extend their lifespan so that they have enough strength to break the shackles and enter the next life when the time comes.

The real shackles are the fairy realm, because only by entering the immortal realm and becoming an immortal can you get eternal life.

But not everyone can enter the Immortal Realm, almost all of them are soul magicians in the strongest realm who have enough strength, and their limit is almost nearly a thousand years, time seems to be sufficient for them, but this is not the case.

Once they are unable to enter the Immortal Realm, they will choose to go through reincarnation and thus enter the next life.

Old man Jiang is nothing more than such a person, the eighteenth, the years alone are tens of thousands of years of bearing, which can be traced back to ancient times.

And the only thing that puzzled Lin Qi was not the long eighteenth life of Old Man Jiang, but with his strength, since he had already comprehended the law of time to the extreme, why didn't he choose to step into the immortal realm and become an immortal, could it be that there was still a wish in this mortal world that he had not seen.

Old man Jiang smiled bitterly and said slowly: "The eighteenth life is too long! But I didn't expect it to come over! What I really want to wait for, what I have to wait for, is not only a person who can inherit all my own efforts, but also for a promise, but in the end I still didn't wait for ......"

Old man Jiang sighed heavily, the hidden pain he buried in his heart was touched, and what time took away was not only her beautiful face and peerless elegance, but also her who had said that she would go to the end of the world together, disappeared.

"Promise?" Lin Qi asked, he wanted to know about Old Man Jiang's past, although it was a sad story.

Old man Jiang's eyes suddenly became cloudy, he turned around, facing the silver sea, and two lines of tears silently crossed his cheeks.

After a long time, Old Man Jiang spoke: "It was a period of time that I can't even remember, but I vaguely remember that our first acquaintance ......"

This is a dusty eighteenth century, with only a beginning, no ending.

The first life, the ancient era, the imperial capital.

It was an era of war, the world was full of flames, and the air was filled with the smoke of war.

Soul art was not fully prevalent in that era, and many wars were still the confrontation of cold weapons, the era of blood and bones.

The moonlight was a cold navy blue, flowing down from the sky, and the cold sword light flickered between the barren desert, and the thrilling siege time had passed, which was a key battle that had been planned for a long time, and now the city had long been broken, leaving only a whispered wail everywhere, and the city was depressed.

At that time, he turned out to be a generation of kings, and that was his first life.

Seeing this final battle, he sighed leisurely, and couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow in his heart, just looking at half of the mountains and rivers that were already within reach, he silently showed a slightly bitter smile.

It was a night attack, and then a victory.

He won this battle even more disgracefully. But what's the matter, if you become a king or lose a villain, no one will explore the conspiracy and secret battle in the meantime, and the tricks will be concealed. He stopped on this depressed and cold street, and a gust of wind blew through his clothes, cold and cool.

This is where he separates from her.

Suddenly, he remembered her again.

It was the appearance of a woman when she was young, with a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows like a flame, a smile like a withered flower, and her independence from the world. Time treats her so forgivingly, forever only in her most beautiful moments, and then stops.

At that time, he was a young man on the plug, with heavy clothes, and his sword pointed at the west of Tianshan and Yangguan.

They came side by side, "looking at the sky together, going to the end of the world together, wearing plain silk together, and inviting the bright moon together." "In such beautiful years, the flags of Liancheng were burned in a hurry.

The twilight clouds are bright, burned into indelible scars in memory.

Then, there is parting.

It's in this humble town.

There is no willow embankment, the wind and the waning moon, and there is no thousands of miles of smoke and waves to choke with their hands. Later, it was a troubled time, and life seemed so fragile in that era, like a paper kite in the sky, suddenly broke its wings and made no sound.

And the wish he made with her to grow old with his son is more like a casual joke of fate.

She silently disappeared into his life, fulfilling his ambition to compete in the world and fulfilling his desire to reign in the world.

Over the years, the world has been turned upside down.

He was no longer the bright-eyed boy beside her. He is an iron horse and fights the world. His gaze was entangled in the distance, not just the red cinnabar between her brows. There have also been lonely nights when life is broken, but since she is no longer around, then his life is destined to be so lonely and worn out.

It's just that on this depressed night, he suddenly thought of her again.

Thinking of her charming smile, it was like a flower withering in an instant.

She never thought that a woman like her would not be able to resist the ravages of time after all.

The green silk is still the same, and the beauty is still the same, but in the eyebrows, there are traces carved by the eventful years.

She's old.

But she still remembered that when she met him, it was still peaceful and prosperous. The moonlight is warm, warm to the touch of nephrite. Even the sunset is extremely beautiful, not the remnant sun like blood, but the reflection of the world. The beautiful rivers and mountains are solidified in that faint water red, and solidified into an indelible memory in the picture scroll.

His long sword was sharp, and his eyebrows were like jade.

His figure is like a light ink, lightly outlined on the rice paper of memory, never crushed.

It was only later that the iron horse rode through the quiet and prosperous imperial capital.

The years were quiet, the present world was stable, and now, it is an illusion that can no longer be touched.

She suddenly laughed slightly, when she was young, he once said to her, if one day we are all old, I will accompany you to watch this desert lonely smoke again, the sunset of the long river. We will wander the world, see the magnificence of the clouds and waves of the Hanhai Sea, listen to the faint sound of the Qiang flute outside the plug, and spend the rest of our lives casually.

At that time, he just whispered in her ear: "I only fight for you in this life!"

So now, do you remember your promise?

She is not a woman who sits still, and this staggered time does not allow her to hesitate more. That person's footprints have already stepped into this tiny and slim city in the troubled times, this city where they were separated, this city full of memories.

She's been waiting here.

Waiting for the moment of reunion, waiting for him to hold her hand again, smiling that the years are like knives.

When his figure was already close in front of her, but when she saw him, she was suddenly timid, afraid that the person carved out by time had changed his appearance, and he was no longer the person of the old days.

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone

He didn't expect to see her again in this life.

It's like he never expected to get her forgiveness.

But this woman, she has been waiting for someone for too long. This is just an opportunity. His footprints stepped here unintentionally, maybe not unintentionally, perhaps, he just didn't want to run away anymore. I didn't want to escape his memories anymore and his unbearable dreams—those dreams were filled with the woman, which made it difficult for him to wake up, and he preferred to indulge in it.

He swore at this moment that he would be so strong that the whole world would tremble for him, he didn't believe that there was anything in the world that could not be changed, and he would use his own strength to protect her in this life.

Do you not believe it? Or do you not want to believe it?

The first life came to an end in a hurry, and what was left the most was an oath.

"Fight for you alone in this life!"

Old man Jiang's story was told at this point, and he didn't continue to talk about it, only to see him standing on the edge of the sea cliff, looking at the endless silver sea, muttering to himself.

"I have a deep Taoism, and I have comprehended the law of time in the eighteenth world, but in the end, I still can't reverse reincarnation, I don't want to become an immortal, just to find her memory in this red dust!"

The cycle of years, the changes from generation to generation, there is no ageless face in the world, there is no eternal memory, but he has been fighting against the sky for 18 generations.

"What happened later?" Lin Qi suddenly asked.

"There is no later, in fact, I should not have lived for so long, eighteenth, too long, and my story, like the wind, blew through the ocean of memory, except for the slightest ripple, nothing remained. Old man Jiang sighed helplessly, he didn't know whether he was regretting or remembering.

Lin Qi didn't know what to say, and he also had no right to ask, everyone has their own memory, even if millions of years have passed, they will never forget it.

After a long time, Old Man Jiang turned around and smiled, his gaze returned to its previous depth, and the wrinkles in his eyes seemed to have increased a few more times.

"Let's go, my story has to come to an end!" said Old Man Jiang with a smile.

"The end?" Lin Qi was puzzled.

Old man Jiang didn't answer, but turned into a silver streamer, soared into the sky, and flew away from the real sea in the blink of an eye, returning to his body.

Lin Qi didn't stay, closed his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, what was in front of him was another endgame.

"You and I are destined, since we have inherited my inheritance, let's go on!" Old man Jiang looked at the star chess in front of him, smiled, and suddenly waved his sleeves, and this game of star chess also turned into a little starlight and dissipated.

"It's a game of chess with no ending, so why let it have an ending. Old man Jiang's words seemed very contradictory, but they were also his heart.

Immediately, Old Man Jiang clasped his hands together and muttered soul patterns in his mouth, and suddenly, countless soul runes flew out of his palms, surrounding him like stars.

"Master......" Lin Qi was amazed, and the scene in front of him disappeared little by little, including his body.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust, go where you should go!

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