Meng Mo finished his words, like fairy music around the beam, and it did not disperse for a long time.

Zi Ling hugged her head and wiped a handful of tears, but she was confused, she didn't know what to say, so she just said thoughtlessly: "Twenty-five years? Senior Mo, you have been waiting for a long time." ”

"Thankfully, I was finally able to wait. Meng Mo stared at Zi Ling, with a happy look on his face: "Compassion, you, have you remembered?"

Zi Ling was a little embarrassed, and said, "Still not." ”

The Seven Orifices of the Ice Yang almost gave birth to smoke. He looked at Zi Ling with a distorted face and said, "This story has nothing to do with you at all. Of course you can't remember. ”

Zi Ling glared at Bingyang: "How can such a poignant story be fake?"

"Poignant?" Bing Yang grabbed Zi Ling and said seriously: "Come on, come on, I'll tell you a more poignant story." It's also a story about me and you in my last life......"

Meng Mo ruthlessly interrupted Bingyang: "If you don't believe what I say, you will never get what you want." ”

Bingyang was stunned, grabbed Meng Mo with some eagerness, and said loudly: "Do you know what I think in my heart?"

Meng Mo seemed to grasp the seven inches of Bingyang, and became triumphant: "Then do you believe that Ziling is compassion?"

Bingyang's face darkened, and he said categorically: "I don't believe it." ”

As if eating a fly, Meng Mo said incredulously, "Don't you want to know the way to leave the Xuan Realm?"

"So you know the way to leave the Xuan Realm?" Zi Ling was very surprised.

Meng Mo showed a wrinkled smile: "That Bingyang of yours was injured and was about to die a few years ago, but the medicine stone didn't work. When I saw him, it was a piece of rotten wood. My precious bug, in his body, is not as useful as a sentence. ”

"One word?" Zi Ling was a little confused.

Meng Mo didn't answer, just looked at Bingyang defiantly.

Bingyang said angrily: "That broken sentence is nothing more than 'the Xuan Realm may not have no way to go out'. ”

Meng Mo sneered: "Broken words? Your heart was like ashes, but after hearing this, you were immediately willing to suffer from that skin and cramps." Others don't know why, don't I know? What your heart thinks is to leave the Xuan Realm and find your Ziling. ”

Bingyang's face couldn't help but turn red, and his tone didn't seem to have any confidence: "I have now found Ziling." You don't want to threaten me with this again. ”

"Threaten?" Meng Mo was still triumphant, with a hateful face: "I'm going to use this to continue to threaten you." ”

Meng Mo glanced at Zi Ling and continued, "Bingyang, although you have already fulfilled your wish. But now, you are even more desperate to leave the Occult Realm. Am I wrong?"

Bingyang only felt that the root of his teeth was itchy. But he could only grit his teeth fiercely and bow respectfully to Meng Mo: "Senior Mo, the junior is indeed in a hurry to leave the Xuan Realm. Please also ask the seniors to give advice. ”

A hint of cunning flashed in Meng Mo's eyes. He looked at Zi Ling and said step by step: "Compassion, have you ever thought about whether you came to the Xuan Realm to find Bingyang, or for the promise you made twenty-five years ago?"

Zi Ling was shocked for no reason. Isn't it a matter of course to go to the Xuan Realm to retrieve the Ice Sun? But why, there was a trace of hesitation in his heart. It seems that this answer is also confused by itself.

Meng Mo saw Ziling's confusion and smiled: "Have mercy, there is a providence in the dark." Although you have forgotten your old feelings and thought that you had come here for other reasons, in fact, you have come to fulfill your promise. ”

Zi Ling only felt a tightness in her chest and a mess in her head. Zi Ling has always felt that she lives quite freely. Do only what you want to do. If you don't want to do something, no one can force it. However, if you are not yourself, and what you do is just fate, then how should you deal with yourself?

Is he a swordsman Zi Ling, or is he a weak and slender merciful?

Should we continue to be happy and unscrupulous? Or should we continue to be ahead of the curve, but regret it?

Zi Ling was suddenly drenched in a cold sweat. The realization and belief of the past seem to be crumbling.

In a panic, Zi Ling suddenly found that she was being pulled violently, and in the blink of an eye, she plunged headlong into the ice and snow from the warm hut full of the aroma of roast venison.

Zi Ling couldn't help but shiver and looked around in confusion. I saw a tall figure, pulling himself, rushing forward in a huff.

"Bingyang, what are you doing?" Zi Ling trotted for a while, struggling to keep up with the tall figure in front of her.

The back finally stopped.

Bingyang turned around, looked at Zi Ling with indignation, and said with a look of hatred: "I also said that I was a heroine, and I was fooled by that ugly monster, and I couldn't even figure out who I was." ”

Walking in a hurry just now, Zi Ling was only wearing a single coat, and she was shivering from the cold at this time. She raised her head pitifully and looked at Bingyang, and muttered: "It's not that I'm not strong-willed, but I'm afraid what Senior Mo said is true." ”

Bingyang hugged the shivering Zi Ling in his arms, and said softly: "Silly girl, everyone has a past life and this life. The past is at most a feeling, not a burden. He raised Zi Ling's face, stared at Zi Ling's eyes tightly, and said, "Besides, you only belong to me now." Those things of the past should no longer disturb your heart. Do you understand?"

Zi Ling rolled her eyes, pushed Bingyang away, and said righteously: "Nonsense, I clearly belong to myself." ”

Bingyang chuckled: "Okay, okay, you belong to yourself." I belong to you. Bingyang paused, and said with a somewhat solemn expression: "Since we claim to be heroes, we should be happy and must not be controlled by others." ”

Zi Ling nodded approvingly, but he was still a little worried: "Then the method of leaving the Xuan Realm, isn't it impossible to ask?"

Bingyang's gaze flickered slightly: "If we really can't leave the Xuan Realm, I will take you all over the search for famous doctors, and there must be a way to solve this snake pattern poison." Bingyang said, a happy smile appeared on his face: "If you can't detoxify after all, I have my own way to go to Huangquan with you." I'm not a stupid person in Monmona, and I believe in what to continue the frontier. I'll be following you closely. I'm sticking to you all my life. ”

Zi Ling was amused: "My brain has always been not very useful. After drinking that Meng Po soup, I won't remember you anymore. ”

Bingyang leaned over, hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "I knew you were heartless." I remember you. Naturally, you can't escape from my palm. ”

The ice field was in full swing, but the two were joking, so it was not lively.

only heard a light cough, and Meng Mo appeared behind the two of them at some point.

Zi Ling turned around and saw Meng Mo, a little embarrassed. However, Bingyang walked to Meng Mo's sleigh with a big grin, and said slightly: "Senior, I'm bothered." ”

After that, Bingyang took Zi Ling's hand and was about to fly away.

Meng Mo was in a hurry, and shouted loudly, "You are leaving like this?"

Zi Ling was a little unbearable, turned around and glanced at Meng Mo, and said thoughtlessly: "Senior Mo, you, your venison is extremely delicious." I will never forget it. Today, today's farewell, take care!"

With that, Zi Ling hurriedly hid behind Bingyang, ready to slip away.

Meng Mo sighed and said to Zi Ling, "You are a heartless one. But Bingyang's house is accustomed to using these pickling tricks to retreat into advance. That's it, if you two are really so ruthless, just leave. Meng Mo paused, took out a long sword with dark green light from the sleigh, handed it to Zi Ling, and said with some sadness: "I lost my legs. This Wuwu sword is useless. Compassion, I used to love this worry-free sword the most. Now, I will give you this sword. ”

Zi Ling took the Wuwu Sword and said with some panic: "Senior, what did you give me the Wuwu Sword for? ”

Meng Mo glanced at Zi Ling deeply, and said slowly: "You are the sword master of Wangwu, but now you don't have a sword by your side, what kind of system do you become? Besides, if you don't have a sword, how can you get out of this Xuan Realm?"

Although Zi Ling felt that her brain had never been very useful, she had heard the clue at this time. She was pleasantly surprised: "Senior Mo, are you going to tell us about leaving the Law of the Xuan Realm?"

Meng Mo had a gloomy face, and snorted coldly: "How easy is it to leave the Xuan Realm? I can't bear your poisonous hair, so I will give you some advice." ”

Bingyang smiled like a flower in front of Meng Mo and asked, "Listening to what the predecessors said, this Xuan Realm exit is quite difficult?"

"Isn't it just a hardship? Meng Mo glared at Bingyang fiercely, his expression exaggerated.

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Three days later, two men dressed in animal skin cloaks left the ice field in large bags and gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.

Meng Mo still sat in the sleigh, looking at the two in the distance, silent.

A middle-aged hunter standing next to Meng Mo felt that something was wrong when he saw Meng Mo sitting for a long time. He approached Meng Mo and said cautiously, "Doctor Meng, the two of them have gone away." I'll send you back. ”

After that, the middle-aged hunter noticed that Meng Mo's face was already full of tears.

The middle-aged Orion was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Doctor Meng, are you unhappy?"

Meng Mo waved his hand tiredly, and said astringently: "Unpleasant? In the past twenty-five years, I have been the happiest in my heart today. ”

Orion looked at Monmo with some concern, and secretly told him that he was not crazy.

Meng Mo sighed and said to himself: "Mercy, I have waited for you for twenty-five years. You never lied to me, and you really lived up to the promise of the past. He paused, and a smile appeared on his face: "Mercy, I'm really happy." I've been waiting for you for twenty-five years, not expecting to continue the frontier. I just want to see you in person and be okay in this life. ”

It's a pity that Meng Mo's whisper was instantly blown away in the wind and snow.

The old man is gone.

Jun was born, I was not born.

I'm old.

What is the cause of the cause?

Providence is always elusive and does not follow people's wishes.

The things of the world seem to meet by fate, and it seems that there is an arrangement in the dark.

Some encounters, perhaps, are regrets from previous lives.

Some partings may also be just a sigh of reluctance.

Just, believe in fate, or believe in yourself?

It's probably a test of people's hearts.