Joan also opened her eyes, tears still dry.

The sea of sand in the dream is incomparably long, and the back standing under the slanting sun is the last memory that Sheng Xuanren left to herself, and since then, she has never seen him again.

Even later, his soul was completely compatible with the evil curse, and he survived as a living dead, his face did not change, and he did not die or die. To this day, after a long road in the world, he has already accepted the fact that Sheng Xuan died resentfully.

Qiong Yi's head ached faintly, and last night, she had a long dream, which was more like a memory of her life than a dream.

She sat up, the long string of silver bells on her wrist rattling and remembering where she was.

Changtai, a city and county adjacent to the north, somewhere in an inn.

A day ago, as a person who crossed the spirit, Qiong Yidu turned the daughter of the Jiang family, a wealthy family in the south of the city, and meddled in removing the evil attached to a woman named Ye Tinglan, and under the guidance of the young son of the Jiang family, he came to a Taoist temple and saw the old man who had long passed away.

She looked around, and there was an old sword on the table in the inn, a saber imprinted in the depths of her memory, she couldn't be more familiar, it was Chengying. My heart hurt again: it's not a dream, it's real? ……

Qiong also got up and got out of bed, there was no one else in the room, she was about to push open the wooden door and go out, the door was the first to be opened, Sheng Xuan walked in with a tray: "Are you awake?" ”

Looking at each other, Qiong also subconsciously looked away, took a step back, clenched the corner of the dark cyan skirt, and couldn't help but fall on his face, and then moved away tremblingly. Sheng Xuanyan's appearance has hardly changed, it is still the same as when he was young, but he has lost a lot of weight, and there is more loneliness between his eyebrows.

Why?

Qiong Yi is still unbelievable, why is Sheng Jun still alive? The original obituary was personally issued by the Bai Yu clan, and when he was buried, how many people wept for him, and how many monks cheered that he paid for his life, but he said that he was faking his death?

In the past 100 years, he has been incognito, known as the soul crosser, because in the book of the five clans, "Lu Xiyan" has been a traitor to the taboo of all cultivators, causing chaos in Middle Earth, broken mountains and rivers, and countless people being displaced.

She couldn't see the old people, let alone defend herself, and she could only secretly go to see them if she missed them, but unfortunately they had already been devastated and devastated. The old friend was born with gorgeous hair and an old face, but she still looks young and has not changed at all.

She stopped in the year she died.

Then why is Sheng Xuan's resentment in front of him the same as hers, and his appearance has not changed?

What happened during the years when he was on the run?

Qiong also pursed her lips and smiled at him a little, very stiff: "...... Well, wake up. ”

Sheng Xuanyan put breakfast on the table: "Let's eat." ”

She paused and said, "Okay." ”

The two sat down at the table at a distance, and the conversation was very polite, revealing crampedness and strangeness everywhere. Sheng Xuanyan didn't look at her directly, but looked down on her with his spare eyes. Yesterday, when the Taoist temple met, Qiong also had violent mood swings and fainted in her arms, so she had to take her to live in the inn.

He didn't find the wrong person, although Qiong Yi's voice was no longer as clear as before, but her face and demeanor, as well as the jade lily of the valley on her waist, were telling herself that the person in front of her was his fiancée who had been looking for many years.

She wore an ivory white blouse, a dark blue skirt, jasper earrings, silver bells everywhere, her hair was coiled up in braids, her long chestnut curls were scattered over her shoulders, and there was a blood mark above the center of her eyebrows, which was the vermilion seal of the Suhe clan.

Sheng Xuanyan retracted his gaze and took down the bowls on the plate, a bowl of barley porridge and a bowl of eight-treasure porridge with sugar, as well as a few steamed buns. Joan also stirred the eight-treasure porridge and fed it to her mouth, the sweetness was just right, it was the taste she was used to loving, he remembered, always remembered.

The tip of her nose was a little sore, and Joan lowered her eyelashes to cover her tears, and she didn't know how to speak in the face of the old person she hadn't seen for a long time, and she didn't know what to say.

Between them, it is a long and incomprehensible time, not a year, not ten years, but nearly a hundred years, the ups and downs of a long-lived person's life, enough to smooth out too many obsessions and friendships.

When they met again yesterday, she impulsively stepped forward and hugged him, and after they calmed down, they were polite to each other so much that they were at a loss.

Obviously it used to be such a familiar person.

Seeing Qiong Yi's cheeks sliding down tears, Sheng Xuanyan stretched out his hand to wipe it, but paused in mid-air, took it back, and took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it over.

Qiong also felt even more unfamiliar, didn't take the handkerchief, and shook her head: "No." ”

Sheng Xuan half-lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and put away his veil.

The room was so quiet that you could hear each other's breathing.

After finishing the meal, Sheng Xuan complained that the inn's junior second child put away the dinner plate, and said for no reason: "It's raining outside." ”

Joan also nodded, "yes, I heard you." ”

He was silent for a long time and called to her: "...... Joan also. Then he asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Qiong Yi knew where she was going, but after seeing Sheng Xuan's resentment, she suddenly didn't know how to answer this question, and replied in a daze: "Anywhere." ”

He said, "Come out with me and listen to the rain for a while." ”

She replied, "Okay." ”

The two stood outside the door of the inn, looking at the drizzling rain, Sheng Xuanyan handed her an umbrella, opened it himself, and walked out one after the other.

Parallel to the rain screens, the rain shredded under the feet, and the ripples were removed, and the alleys extending from the stone road were very quiet, and there were few pedestrians coming and going.

Sheng Xuan resented that Qiong had also changed, and when she was by her side in the past, she was rarely so quiet, she had always been like a lively bird, talking a lot, and walking uneasily. Now she has a restrained temperament on her side, her eyes are as plain as water, she does not see joy or sorrow, and even the ghost aura on her body is very strong, carrying a lot of souls.

As a monk from a family of evil cultivators, Sheng Xuan's resentment was extremely taboo about cultivating evil arts, but when she found out that this person was her, she didn't have so many taboos.

Qiong also took a deep breath, trembling and opened her lips to call him: "...... Sheng Jun. ”

The extremely light word is her unforgettable and unrelieved obsession, even if he is in front of him now, he will still feel a pain in his heart when he calls this name.

"I'm here."

I don't know if it was the rain and fog blinded, or other water and water, Joan also stopped to look at him, and realized in a trance that he didn't know what to ask him, but if he wanted to ask, there were too many things to say, and he couldn't finish talking about it.

Sheng Xuan's resentment is not.

The rain fell on the oil-paper umbrella, making a "rustling" soft sound, and he stretched out his hand to her through the rain curtain, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and said, "Qiong Yi, I'm here." ”

The hand in Qiong Yi's sleeve was clenched into a fist, slowly released, and handed it to him.

Fold your hands and clasp them gradually.

His hands were warm, unlike the cold body of her dead body.

The two walked out of the alley, and outside the alley was a relatively open road, and a carriage drove in front of them, and the water splashed, Sheng Xuan resentfully pulled Qiong Yi and didn't let the water splash on her skirt. Joan also retreated in front of him, very close, she looked back at him, and took back the paper umbrella she had covered in his umbrella: "...... Hold an umbrella. ”

Sheng Xuanyan tilted the umbrella to her side a little: "Okay." ”

Under the paper umbrella, the two walked side by side, but they could not be touched, the long street was far away, and when they were tired of walking, they rested under the eaves of no one.

Sheng Xuan complained that the corners of Qiong Yi's clothes were already wet, and he was about to help her remove the long hair on her shoulders, but Qiong Yi raised her hand to brush the wet hair on his forehead and curled it behind his ears, and the movements were natural, as if it had been written into her bones.

He froze slightly, Qiong also mistakenly thought that he was offended, frowned slightly, withdrew his hand and turned around, Sheng Xuanyan took a step forward to hold her wrist before she withdrew her hand, and said, "It's okay." ”

"That's fine......" he took her hand, "don't confess your life to me." ”

Qiong was stunned for a long time, took a deep breath, and secretly slandered: Who was the first to recognize the birth? It's him, okay?

Be polite, respectful of each other, and even cry to hand over the handkerchief, and say that he recognizes his life?

Thinking about it, she lowered her head and hit him on the chest, and with a muffled sound, she leaned motionless in front of Sheng Xuanyan's chest, her fists clenched very tightly, and her lips trembled and clenched tightly.

I have been on leave for him for so many years, and I didn't change my marriage outside and have someone else.

Sheng Xuan knew that she was annoyed, and he also felt guilty for being late for many years, so he gently put his hands on her wet shoulders, and then couldn't help but hug her back and press it into his arms.

Qiong also grabbed his back, half hammered and half beaten, but still couldn't stop crying, the more he cried, the more aggrieved he became, the more annoyed he became, but he didn't want to let go, and he was reluctant to let go of him, hugging him tighter and tighter, scolding: "Sheng Xuan resented... You bastard! ……”

"Say yes... As soon as the war is over, they will come to my ......"

"But you made me wait for you all my life......"

He deceived the five clans, the world, and himself by faking his death. But I know that at that time, she was tortured by evil and suffered from hysteria, wandered around, and finally came out of the mountains, but what she heard was the news of his death, how desperate and helpless she was.

Sheng Xuan couldn't comfort the person in his arms with words, so he had to wipe tears for her. From wiping away the tears with her fingertips, to gradually picking up the teardrops from the corners of her eyes, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the figure became blurred under one roof, and the crying was also diluted by the sound of the rushing rain.

When Joan was not there, he would tell her about the things he didn't know.

*

In the forty-second year of Tianmao, the Western Desert.

Sheng Xuanyan personally sent Qiong Yi on the horse, watched her disappear on the other side of the sand sea, and turned around to stop the hundreds of guards who wanted to capture her back to the royal city.

The poisoned arrow in his arm attacked, and he failed to retreat with his whole body, and was tied back to the royal city by the Rong army.

On the top of the main hall, Su He Jin saw that it was not Qiong Yi who was arrested, but a man, who was about to be furious, but at the moment when Sheng Xuanyan raised his face, he withdrew his anger and raised his eyebrows.

Sheng Xuanyan couldn't understand the words of the Western Desert, he looked at the woman on the throne coldly, he looked around, he didn't see Yan Tingshen in the hall, thinking that this traitor was at the border, planning for how to overthrow the five clans.

"Who is he?" Su Hejin looked Sheng Xuanren up and down, and at first glance, he felt that he was born with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was really handsome.

The guard who escorted Sheng Xuan's resentment back replied: "The king, it was he who desperately protected the fugitive to escape, and we don't know the details." ”

"Desperate to protect each other? In this way, he is the young son of the Bai Yu clan. Su Hejin snorted: "Drag it closer, let Gu take a closer look." ”

Sheng Xuan resented her pair of wanton purple eyes, as if insulted, his chest was angry, and he skimmed his face. Su Hejin saw him react like this, stepped down from the high position, leaned over and lifted his chin with her long fingers, as the lord of the desert, she had seen many men with good looks, such a well-defined and beautiful face in front of her, it was really rare in the world.

She tossed out the word in Middle-earth, "Not bad." ”

Sheng Xuan shook off her hand violently: "Don't insult people." If you want to kill or chop, listen to it! ”

"You rescued the plaything that Lone wanted to torture and vent his anger, and if you fell into Lone's hands, you were a prisoner of war." Su Hejin hooked his lips and smiled: "Prisoners of war are slaves, and they must understand the truth of serving people." Then he clapped his hands, "Someone comes, drag him into prison and give him punishment, and sharpen his spirit first." ”

"The author has something to say: the mystery is solved, not the widow is the widower."