|151Kanshu.com text|.| The girl gently tugged at the emperor's sleeve behind her back, her eyes were full of anxiety, and she could become a legendary immortal.

The emperor looked at the girl with love and pity, and smiled without saying a word.

Although the white-haired middle-aged man did not expect the emperor's choice, he wanted to know in an instant what the emperor's reason for not cultivating immortals was.

"So what do you really want?"

The emperor smiled: "Since the time of the uprising, I have met many brave brothers, and now they have all become princes, I also have a wife, for me, she can wait alone with her children for more than ten years, more than ten years...... How many decades do we mortals have."

At this time, the girl could no longer cry, and remembered sitting outside the courtyard with her mother waiting for her father's return. Whenever she asked about her father, her mother always said gently, "Father is working hard for our future, and he will come back to pick us up."

Sure enough, when my father returned, he was already the lord of a dynasty, the king of more than 10,000 people, but my father did not abandon my mother to enjoy prosperity and wealth alone, and he did not marry another concubine.

The girl leaned into her father's arms, and listened to her father continue: "Because of my brothers, I can't cultivate immortals, I don't want to be a high-ranking immortal, because of my wife and daughter, I can't cultivate immortals, I don't want to be ruthless, but, the most important thing is when I see a real immortal, his face is full of sadness, his brows are tightly locked, it can be seen that he is not usually beautiful, although I am the emperor of mortals, but there are still some ways to see people."

Indeed, the white-haired middle-aged man did not hide his inner phenomenon, so that the emperor guessed a little.

The white-haired middle-aged man was slightly surprised.It turned out that the reason for not wanting to cultivate immortals was as simple as that.But in fact.Who can see through the mystery of this.Who can have the courage to choose to give up.

"In that case, I don't force you, you two to go down the mountain." The middle-aged man shook his hand slightly.

The emperor and the girl who cried into a little flower cat bowed to the immortals, and then walked down the mountain with a smile.

Wang Yuan's figure suddenly appeared on the road where their father and daughter were passing.His face changed slightly.Or rather.The emperor's words deeply touched him.Once.Wang Yuan also fantasized about what would happen if he didn't step into the path of cultivation.Could it be that this emperor named Wang Yuan was his second path of destiny.

But the second path of destiny he has given up his choice, and he has chosen the path of cultivation, with no brothers around him, no wives, no children, some only thoughts of the sun and the moon, and some only turn grief and anger into motivation.

Both the emperor and the maiden noticed the sudden appearance of the man dressed in black, and the emperor tightened the girl's hand and pulled her behind him.

Only an immortal can do it.

"You ...... this immortal"

Wang Yuan took a step forward and looked at the emperor intently: "Or, your choice is right, what kind of immortal is cultivated, what kind of immortal is cultivated, and what is cultivated is a clear conscience."

The emperor was silent, as smart as he was, immediately aware of the immortal, aware of what he had said to the immortal, and looked at himself with envy.

"Wang Yuan, I have one thing to ask you." Saying this name, Wang Yuan didn't twist his tongue, as if he was talking to himself in another world.

"Immortal, please say, I will definitely do it below." The emperor clenched his fists and nodded.

"It's not difficult, but only you can do it, I beg you to treat your wife and daughter well, and you will spend the rest of your life protecting them both.

The emperor shuddered, stared at by those eyes, as if he would be doomed if he told a lie.

But this is also the idea that I can work hard until now.My wife and daughter are my spiritual pillars.The rest of my life is not enough at all.I have to use my life to protect it.

Wang Yuan didn't need to listen to the emperor, from the emperor's eyes, he had read what he wanted.

When Wang Yuan and the emperor pass by, two different people, but the same person, two experiences intertwined, the tricks of fate make them meet, it doesn't matter who is the previous life and who is the next life.

Wang Yuan said something to the emperor, and the girl didn't hear it clearly, until Wang Yuan, who was dressed in black, walked towards the courtyard.

The girl's big red eyes looked at Wang Yuan's departing figure, and she was in a trance for a while, thinking that it was her father who walked over.

"Daddy, what did the Immortal say to you just now?" The girl asked curiously.

The Emperor did not reply, but laughed, and on this empty mountain peak there was such a man roaring boldly, and the stars in the galaxy twinkled, and another meteor streaked by.

The girl's eyes lit up, she immediately closed her eyes when she saw the meteor, she made a wish, and it took a long time to open her big eyes, and she saw her father looking at her.

"What kind of wish did you make?" The emperor asked with a smile.

"Hmph, Daddy won't tell me, I'll not tell you." The girl's little nose tightened, shaking the little pink fist and dancing.

"That's good, the father just asked, let's go back quickly, the father wants to cook for your mother and daughter, and make the famous dishes in the 'Youyijia'."

"Well, that's great, Daddy is awesome."

The girl's moist red lips touched the emperor's cheek lightly, and then she bounced down the hill, where the two cranes were already waiting.

The emperor didn't ask questions, and neither did the girl, but this was a secret between father and daughter.

......

Wang Yuan walked lightly, came to this familiar and unfamiliar courtyard, fragmented memories began to merge, and voices floated in his ears, some crisp, some heavy, some jealous, some admired.

The Linyuan faction is no longer the original Linyuan faction, the people go to the tea and cool, the spiritual mountain has become a barren mountain, and the spiritual spring has become a dry ravine.

With Wang Yuan's hundreds of years of knowledge, he had never seen any panacea, but he was still attracted by the two small dirt bags on the medicine garden.

His expression was moved, and he trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes trembled slightly.

But the seed that is about to break through the soil is absorbing the nutrients from the soil next to it, and you can imagine that over time, one seed will germinate, and the other seed that has sprouted will lose nutrients and dry up and die.

"Life and death, cause and effect, the cycle is like this." Wang Yuan whispered.

The cause of the year, the fruit of today, the question of the mind, the seed and the shoot, is this a satire of his hundreds of years of vain efforts, or is it a joke that stimulates everything he has done for hundreds of years?

A trace of disgust arose.Wang Yuan walked over.Raised his feet.Fell.Stopped.Stopped.

This series of actions was completed in an instant.Looking at the broken sword, Wang Yuan retracted his foot.

"There is a grave in my heart, where the surviving are buried." Repeating this sentence in a low voice.Wang Yuan looked at the white-haired middle-aged man who was looking at him as if he didn't understand. Wei Meng is also his master.

At this moment, it is impossible to express Wei Meng's turbulent thoughts.A moment ago, a Wang Yuan left.At this moment, another Wang Yuan appeared.Which one is real.Which one is a dream.

"Is it really you?" Wei Meng said in a trembling voice, he stood from his seat, his eyes flashing.

Looking at this Wei Meng, who was the back of the sword, now he has some curvature, and he doesn't have the drive and majestic eyes that he doesn't admit defeat, just like an old man looking at the returning wanderer.

Wang Yuan fantasized about what he would say after meeting, but there was no answer, because there was nothing to say.

With his mighty qualifications, it is not strange to cultivate to the Yuan Infant, and it is strange why his Yuan Infant is so weak, as if he is giving up his life, and he sinks like this.

Wang Yuan pointed at Wei Meng, and the huge spiritual pressure approached Wei Meng, but Wei Meng smiled bitterly: "It's useless."

Sure enough, the spiritual pressure contained Wang Yuan's strong vitality, but the Yuan Ying was indifferent, this just proved that Wei Meng's heart was dead, and he took the initiative to cut off his own life.

"I don't let him die, he can't die, you can't." Wang Yuan's eyes were sharp, as if he was asking why Wei Meng did this.

The body of ice and fire appeared, and the vitality of Sheng was forced out from the residual medicinal power in the body, and it was forcibly poured into the primordial infant villain.

Life force is a non-existent thing, and only those who are rebellious can make this kind of transaction, because they have the most subtle "source of life and death", which is beyond life and death.

Although the vast vitality was poured into the Yuan Baby, Wei Meng's heart could not be filled with a wry smile.

Retract the body of ice and fire, and look at Wei Meng.

"You ......"

"You ......"

The two of them were slightly stunned, and quickly changed their words.

"I ......"

"I ......"

Two men are so embarrassed. Hundreds of years later, the same kind of temperament.

"Don't talk about it...... Drinking."

"Don't talk about it...... Drinking."

The two of them said the same thing, and they took out the wine gourd, threw it into the air, rubbed alternately, and took each other's wine gourd.

Wang Yuan walked over slowly, sat down next to Wei Meng, who had already sat down, and he was like a murderer, and he also trembled slightly.

Tonight, it is extraordinarily quiet, the stars in the sky are like chess pieces, the people in charge of chess are smiling and smiling, this is a game of chess, if any monk has an epiphany, his future creation is absolutely high.

Watch the sky change a chess game for thousands of years, there is no win or loss, there is no end, there is just time passing in a hurry, and the years are ravaged.

Wang Yuan sat with Wei Meng, or a master and an apprentice, and did not talk, but drank wine to himself, silent, and raised his head to look at the distant starry sky.

It's just that the eyes of the two of them contain a story, a story that only they can understand.

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