When the snowflakes covered Zhou Qingdui's eyes, many of the questions that he had wanted to ask were not asked in the end.

Before Ye Jing'an's remnant soul or incarnation completely dissipated, he laughed softly: "Xiao Dui, there is not much I can do with this remnant soul, just to bring back some cultivation." In this way, even if that Lin girl doesn't come back, you will be better. ”

After that, he almost didn't hesitate, the gentle big hand gently fell on Zhou Qingdui's head, and before Zhou Qingdui could fully react, a warm force like a spring breeze poured into his body.

Bang!

There seemed to be a shackle between heaven and earth, and a golden light appeared in Zhou Qingdu's eyes, and his cultivation also surpassed the Qi Cultivation Realm at this moment, and he barely re-entered the Bone Building Realm.

However, Zhou Qingdui was very keenly aware of a golden light cluster in the dantian.

Ye Jing'an's illusory clone, which was close to collapse, left him with one last word before it completely dissipated: "I have left a power in your body, which may be able to allow you to return to the Yuan Shen Realm at some moments." Child, don't let yourself live too tired all the time, we old fellows won't let you carry these heavy burdens when we are at the end of the mountain, just do what you want. Just like your Lin girl, she likes you and is willing to rebel against her father in order to be with you, what do you have to fear? The big deal is to prove to the Northern Stygian Dragon Emperor that you are actually no worse than Miss Lin! ”

The words were sonorous, but the voice became smaller and smaller, until it completely dissipated, only lingering in Zhou Qingdu's heart.

Zhou Qingdui got up and walked into the bamboo house slowly, took out the Burial Immortal Sword that had not been carried on his body for a long time, and then walked out of the house step by step, extremely slowly, without a sound, like an old man who was dying.

He just sat under the eaves and silently watched the sky and the earth vast.

At a time when he should have been sad, the girl came, as if once again intruding into his heart.

Lin Chengshuang looked at the white-haired man holding the sword in front of him and asked, "Why did you take out the sword again?" Do you think I'm not coming back, so you want to get me back? ”

"Not really." Zhou Qingdui raised his head and looked at the smiling face.

The plants that Zhou Qingdui couldn't name were sizzling in the wind, and the few dead leaves left in this snowy day were completely lifeless.

Lin Chengshuang smiled, sat next to Zhou Qingdui, leaned on the shoulder of the white-haired man beside him, and said, "No matter what happens in the future, I will come back." ”

"Miss Lin, I actually really want to live a casual life here, and all those who fight and kill can be thrown away like this. But in the world we live in, if you continue like this, your father will not look down on me as a grassroots in this life. In the gloom, Zhou Qingdui said softly.

Lin Chengshuang was stunned suddenly, lifted from his shoulder at once, looked at that sad face, and the tears that were never worth anything in the world just fell.

Zhou Qingwan didn't look back, but continued: "So, Miss Lin, I'm leaving. When I come back, I will marry you. ”

The biting snow blew a cold wind, and the young man's chest was pierced by the warm tears of his sweetheart, hitting his heart. Since then, in the heart of this young sword cultivator who was born early, he has left traces of love from generation to generation.

Miss Lin actually said that these are fine, and the big deal is that his father will always see it this way for the rest of his life, and she will also look for hope for him to live, just like many years ago.

But Zhou Qingwan was persistent for no reason and insisted on leaving.

Lin Chengshuang realized that it was useless to say anything, so he simply didn't speak. In the midst of this darkness, the girl, as if angry, took the man's wine bottle and took a sip, and the liquor was hot like a wave of fire, and entered her body and heart.

On this not a special day, the woman mustered up the courage to hold the man's face, her cheeks were glowing with the warmth of the wine or the girl's shyness, and her hot lips kissed the man's desolation.

The flush that appeared in his ears seemed to make him the same teenager again.

When the cold wind penetrated his heart, the indelible warmth of the young man's heart kept flowing and never ended.

After this affectionate heat, the girl put down the warm face of the boy and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

In this seemingly immortal moment, the boy still didn't say anything, but suddenly hugged the girl hard.

The two embraced each other in the biting snow, warm and timidly love, dyeing half of the sky in the gray and dull world of the young man.

It seems that life is always in such a hurry, even if you turn back one step at a time, you can only move forward.

......

The sun in winter is not warm, but it is extremely comfortable.

A black shirt walked in the cold wind, crumbling.

Maybe this is the so-called, one year old and one withered?

Sixteen-year-old Zhou Qingdui took shit luck and embarked on the road of cultivation.

Soon, the realm was broken and the bones were built.

Eighteen-year-old Zhou Qingdui was about to be separated from two brothers who had gone through life and death, and he was already about to enter the source sea at that time.

At that time, I didn't realize that the sea of people was vast, and it was difficult to look back.

Twenty-year-old Zhou Qingdui came to the most prestigious Confucian and Taoist Palace in the entire human race, and said goodbye to Mr. Ye.

At that time, he was a little down, but he was very heroic.

Twenty-two-year-old Zhou Qingdui left the Confucian and Taoist Palace and went to the demon clan alone.

At that time, he had only arrived at the shackles of the Returning to the Pu Realm, but after seeing a girl in Tsing Yi again, he entered the Yuan Shen Realm and became one of the top powerhouses in this world.

This kind of thing is something that a lonely teenager can't dream of.

But now that he has left blatantly, he must become stronger again, and his belief in strengthening his cultivation has not been achieved at the beginning, how can he give up?

Or maybe his parents, who were far away in Huangquan, knew that their son had a girl they liked, and that girl happened to like him, maybe they would really be happy from the bottom of their hearts?

Zhou Qingwan also wanted to be with that girl from the bottom of his heart, but his father was like a mountain, and Zhou Qingwan only tried his best to be as tall as him before he had the right to speak.

Kankan Yuan Shen Realm may be an unattainable peak powerhouse in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of this Beiming Dragon Emperor, he is not as good as an ant.

Some people say that seeing clearly and doing are two different things.

Even if he Zhou Qingdui is reluctant to give up in his heart now, he must be resolute at this time, just blow away like the wind, and the next time he blows the young man's face, it will be another wind.

Came in a hurry.

In the cold wind, only a beautiful woman who likes to wear plain clothes stood in the vastness, looking at his sad back.

......

These days, Zhou Qingdu, whose cultivation is meager or even negligible, is still walking, walking through those warm times when he was young and frivolous.

Maybe he can't fly.

Carrying a sword and wine, except for a head of white hair, there is no precipitation of the years, as if everything is as before.

Walking on the road so resolutely is in full swing.

During this period, walking through the Red Flame City, Liufeng God appeared behind him unconsciously.

Maybe it's because his cultivation is shallow now, and he hasn't even noticed this little trick of Liu Feng.

When he finally realized it, he turned around and saw the young man in red, who had cultivated a lot at a young age, looking at his miserable white face and gorgeous hair in amazement.

Zhou Qingwan smiled and said, "What? Not happy to see me? ”

Hearing this familiar but somewhat weak voice, Liu Feng finally couldn't suppress the tremor in his heart, and suddenly pounced on it and hugged Zhou Qingdui heavily.

Zhou Qingdui looked at the young man in his arms, wanting to "beat" him as before, but found that he didn't seem to have this strength now, so he had to smile bitterly: "If you don't let go, my meager cultivation will be killed by you, the little demon king of the divine fire, and you don't feel that you are not a martial artist!" ”

Liu Feng left from his arms, wiped the tears left in the corners of his eyes, and asked in a daze, "Big brother, what happened to you?" How to ......"

The white-haired young man in front of him, whether he was a beast that had not yet transformed into a shape, or a real demon who had cultivated into a human form, only disdainful when he saw it on the street, just smiled, "I found someone to fight, and if I didn't win, that's it." ”

Every moment when the words fell, it seemed to be so calm.

"Who? Uncle Ben is now the first holy son of the Cangtian Yan Python clan, so I'm going to seek justice for you now! Liufeng's wooden head may have really failed to understand the meaning of Zhou Qingdu's words, so he rolled up his sleeves and said angrily.

Zhou Qingwan stretched out his hand and patted the dust on Liufeng's body, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's not like this all your life, it will always get better." ”

It seems that after going through an ordeal, everyone becomes calm. Perhaps it is the hope of revival, and at such times, people in the world will comfort others or themselves, and finally leave a sentence of "It's okay." Or, "It's always going to get better." "That sounds like bullshit.

Liu Feng looked back at the Chiyan City where he had lived for three years, or maybe he was seeing an old man in a cloak or a majestic man through this city.

In the end, he didn't listen to Zhou Qingdu's words and insisted on accompanying him for a while.

This Divine Fire Little Demon King was a little indignant: "Big brother, Uncle Ben is not a three-year-old child anymore, just like you, I'm afraid that if you don't get out of Beiming, your mother's life and death will disappear!" If you really die, one day someone will know that I have a big brother like you, won't it be a shame to fuck me? ”

When it was obvious that he had words, the little demon king said it with ruddy eyes and almost cried again.

The wind and snow are miserable, and it is very good to have a younger brother to accompany the eldest brother.

Walking through one brightly lit alley after another, walking through one bumpy and winding road after another, Zhou Qingdui didn't feel bored, and Liu Feng just followed silently.

It's as if he wanted to go to Beiming to find the girl regardless of life and death, and his heart seems to have rekindled an indelible faith.