Shu Mountain, Jade Girl Peak.

Night.

This winter, the whole Kyushu is very cold, can rarely snow in the south of Xinjiang are covered with snow, the eight hundred miles of Emei Mountain early snow has already been up to several feet thick, from the high altitude down, the moonlight is refracted by the snow, beautiful, like a fairyland.

In the Yunyan Pavilion, Han Xuemei, who was dressed in goose yellow clothes, leaned lightly on the wooden railing, her eyes were a little confused, as if she was thinking about something.

The cold wind blew, stirring her long hair, which was whiter than snow, and there was a beauty of vicissitudes.

This peerless fairy in the eyes of the world is clear and jade, cold as frost, she is high, she is indispensable, she is exquisite, she is ancient and bright......

But who in the world can really read what her heart wants?

For decades, she said to herself over and over again, forget, forget, forget the bad relationship that did not belong to her, forget the man who was deeply engraved in the memory of her soul, but ...... No matter how many times she said it, how many tears she shed, every time it was night, the man's face quietly appeared in her sleep, lingering.

In half a month, she will take over the position of the first seat of the Jade Girl Peak in Shushan, she knows that her life is so doomed, and many things cannot be shaken by manpower, such as ...... The door rules of the Jade Maiden Peak!

A lot of memories, a lot of stories, just like hidden in her pale hair, under the appearance of business, no one knows how much bitterness and bitterness there is.

"Cultivating for eternal life? or being at ease with heaven and earth?"

She suddenly muttered to herself, as if she was asking the sky, more like asking her body and mind.

She was confused, she didn't know what she wanted most......

"Master is right, he and I shouldn't have had this relationship in the first place......"

After a long time, she sighed, flicked her fingers, and a strand of white hair gently slid down, and she put it in the palm of her hand, as if she had finally made up her mind to finally cut off this undeserved obsession......

But why, did her tears fall?

Everyone in the world knows that she is one of the six fairies in the world, and how many people know that she is actually a poor woman who is even more miserable than ordinary women?

Isn't it the saddest story in the world that she can't control her own destiny since she was a child, and her own love that she can't control when she grows up?

The moon is like water, the cold wind is like a knife, maybe only the gently sliding tears have a little warmth.

Han Xuemei suddenly clutched a strand of sideburns in her palm, couldn't hold it anymore, sat on the wooden railing, buried her head between her knees, sobbed violently, and her body trembled......

It seems that I can faintly hear the "little evil" in the sound of crying or whining...... Little evil ......" choked call.

Ren Qing, a beautiful woman dressed in green clothes, appeared silently in the Yunyan Pavilion, looking at Han Xuemei, who was sad and desperate and hiding in the dark and sobbing alone, her cold gaze suddenly became gentle.

Slowly stepped forward and sat down gently beside Han Xuemei, Han Xuemei seemed to be aware of it, slowly raised her head, and saw Ren Qing, who had not been seen for many days, and her tearful pear blossom cheeks showed a look of surprise and surprise.

"You're back?"

"It's me, I'm back. ”

Ren Qing said slowly, looking at the tears on Han Xuemei's cheeks, she seemed to be unbearable, and gently stretched out her white hand, wanting to wipe her tears, but as soon as her hand was raised, her body suddenly stiffened, as if she thought of something, and silently took it back after a while.

She said slowly: "I've heard about you, are you still going to cut off the love in your heart?"

Han Xuemei doesn't have many friends, Ren Qing is definitely one of her friends who has nothing to say, she is sad and sad at the moment, seeing Ren Qing appear, the sorrow that she has suppressed for many days suddenly erupts.

She stretched out her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, and said, "What if you keep chopping? What if you can't give up? I am destined to have no part with him in this life." ”

Ren Qing sighed softly: "Silly girl, what does it mean to have no fate? You are still alive now, he is also alive, there is always a chance to live, just now, I heard a story about a female disciple of your Shushan, her emotional road is much more bumpy than yours, her beloved man has already died of old age, and she is living alone in the world, suffering from loneliness, you are much luckier than her, at least the person you love is in front of your eyes." What Shushan door rules, what patriarch prohibitions, in my opinion, are all nonsense. Couldn't you pursue your own happiness when you became the head of this Jade Maiden Peak? After hundreds of years of life, you are still young, why should you suffer from this kind of lovesickness. What if one day, even if the whole world accuses you of being your enemy? ”

Han Xuemei looked at Ren Qing in a daze, these words Ren Qing had never said before, I don't know what happened to Ren Qing tonight, she said this.

Ren Qing seemed to see through Han Xuemei's thoughts, and said, "Are you surprised? ”

Han Xuemei remembered something and said, "Who did you kill back then to make you practice to become an immortal zombie body?"

The law of the dead is very profound and difficult to practice, and if you want to practice to the Mahayana realm, it is necessary to break off love and love, and there is also a cruel test, which is to kill your most beloved person with your own hands.

Han Xuemei already knew in her heart that Ren Qing must have killed her favorite man with her own hands eight thousand years ago, but this is Ren Qing's secret after all, Han Xuemei has wanted to ask many times over the years but has not said it, and tonight I don't know why, she actually asked in front of Ren Qing.

After asking, Han Xuemei regretted it. She didn't want to remind Ren Qing of her painful past, just when she was apologetic.

Ren Qing suddenly said: "I know that you have been having this question in your heart for more than ten years, this is nothing, if you want to know, I will tell you." ”

That was 8,500 years ago, the coexistence of all ethnic groups in the world, among which the Huaxia tribe in the Yellow River basin and the Li nationality in the Yangtze River basin were the strongest.

"When I was twelve years old, I was walking alone around the world and met a young ranger whose name was Xingtian. ”

"Xingtian, the first general under Chi You, the strongest god of war in the world?"

"Yes, that's him. At that time, he was a fledgling, following a group of rangers to crisscross the wilderness, happy and revenge, so unhappy, at that time I was fascinated with him, and wandered the world with that group of rangers, until I was eighteen years old, the lone star suddenly attacked, Xingtian sent me back to the Huaxia clan, now I think about it, those six years are the most alive time in my life......"

Ren Qing's expression gradually showed a look of yearning, as if he had seen the appearance of himself and Xingtian riding fast horses on the Great Wilderness Kyushu more than 8,000 years ago.

After a long time, she continued: "At the beginning, in order to survive, in order to be with Xingtian forever, I began to cultivate, and no one in the family has ever dared to cultivate the Despair Mantra for thousands of years. Originating from the Seal of the Gods of Wushan in Southern Xinjiang, the Desperation Spell is one of the necromancy spells, which evolved from the fifth volume of the Book of Heaven that you learned, and is said to have the power to bring the dead back to life. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for the world to be in turmoil, Chiyou united more than 100 tribes to expand their power to the north, Chiyou had saved Xingtian's life many times, the two were like brothers, Xingtian led a group of rangers to take refuge in him, and helped him dominate the world. ”

Speaking of this, Ren Qing slowly fought, looked at the snow-white world under his feet, and said leisurely: "At that time, in the world, although there were many tribes, the population was far less than one percent of today, everyone knew that this war would determine the fate of the world, so all the races in the world stood up one after another. Feng Bo Yu Shi, even the giant clan's Kua father was subdued by Chi You, in contrast, my father's Huaxia clan strength is much thinner, the final battle in Zhuolu, my father and the clan are trapped in a valley, Feng Bo God and the rain master fairy teamed up to cast spells, causing a storm and flood to annihilate the valley, I learned that my father was in danger, so I led a road from the flank to kill a bloody road, rescued my father and others, at that time, I was already the body of the Red Blood Corpse King, and the cultivation was similar to the current black spirit witch, even the Feng Bo Yu Master was defeated under my sword, and my father reorganized the warriors of the tribes and began to counterattack。 ”

Han Xuemei said: "What about the back?"

Ren Qing said hoarsely: "After I defeated the Feng Boyu Master, the twelve Wu Ancestors under Chi You were also killed by me one after another, and finally I saw him again, I have been in retreat and cultivating the Despair Mantra for all these years, until the moment we met, I didn't know that Xing Tian was already the first general under Chi You." He is wearing red gold armor, stepping on the double dragon of water and fire, holding the god of war in his hand, and he is mighty. ”

Suddenly, Ren Qing's tone was a little hoarse and low, and said, "He looked at me quietly and smiled, laughing very pleasantly, very pleasantly...... I told him to stop and let him abandon the darkness and turn to the light, but he didn't answer me, he just laughed at him. At that time, the Chiyou army had been defeated like a mountain, trapped in a low hill of less than thirty miles on the Zhuolu Plain, Chiyou sent the patriarch of the giant clan to Kuafu several times to break through without success, Xing God knew, as long as I was there, Chiyou could not run, so he and I started, when we fought in the void, the father of the ground under his feet had led the army to attack in an all-round way, Chiyou with some remnants of the defeated generals out of the encirclement, fled to the Yangtze River Dongting Lake area, I had the opportunity to kill the death penalty day, but I couldn't do it, so I let him go. ”

Han Xuemei frowned and said: "According to the classics, Chi You, Xingtian, Feng Bo, Yu Shi, God of War Kuafu, and the Twelve Witch Ancestors all died in the Zhuolu Plain, is there a mistake in the classics?"

As he spoke, Ren Qing suddenly showed a sad smile and said, " There are not too many mistakes, when Chi You was defeated, his father chased after him with the army of various tribes, and chased him to the vicinity of Laojun Mountain in the southeast of Dongting Lake, where Chi You's lair was, his father sent people up the mountain to persuade him to surrender, Chi You also knew that the general trend had gone, so he agreed to surrender, but Xingtian was a stubborn temper, he saw that his master Chi You was humiliated, and single-handedly killed out, and his father's many generals fought repeatedly, killed countless people, and finally exhausted, and was beheaded by his father, at this time, Chi You, who was already ready to surrender, saw Xingtian die for him, angry, and led the last warrior to rush out, with the ancient witchcraft of the Li nationality to bring Xingtian back to life, turning milk into eyes, turning the umbilicus into a lip, and fighting endlessly. ”

After a pause, Ren Qing continued: "He was originally copper skin and iron bones, the sword is difficult to hurt in the slightest, after being awakened by witchcraft, his strength has increased several times, no one can stop him, I saw countless warriors die under his relatives, so he snatched the Xuanyuan Sword in his father's hand and split him in half with a sword, but he was not dead, standing in front of me and laughing at me, I was like crazy, sword after sword crazy slashing, sword after sword, sword ...... A sword ...... Until he turns into flesh and can't laugh, until countless people come up I will pull away......"

Ren Qing's suppressed tears for eight thousand years actually flowed again, as if he was trapped in some kind of memory and couldn't extricate himself, and muttered in his mouth: "My mind is full of his arrogant laughter, I can't control my sword, I cut, I cut ...... I cut ......"

"Ren Qing!"

Han Xuemei suddenly grabbed Ren Qing, who was trembling tightly, and said, "It's all over, it's over, don't ...... like this."

Ren Qing looked up blankly, there were two faint tears on her cheeks, she looked at Han Xuemei, and said, "He is not dead, he is the god of war in the world, the battle intent is monstrous, he can't be killed......"

Han Xuemei said softly: "Although you have refined into a zombie god, you have never forgotten him, otherwise, in the past eight thousand years, his god of war relatives would not have been placed by your side with you, accompanying you through the endless lonely years, yes, he did not die, but he changed to another way to protect you." ”

It was the first time Ren Qing said this to someone, and the whole person seemed to be much more relaxed, and gradually regained his calm.

She turned her head away, gently wiped away the tears that she was already very unfamiliar with, and when she turned around to face Han Xuemei again, the dead gray eyes in her eyes that were originally like dead fish gradually disappeared, as if they were rekindled.

Even she could clearly feel the long-lost heartbeat, poof...... Puff ...... Puff ......

Although the heartbeat is weak, it is rhythmic and gradually intensifying.

She knew that her heart had not been dug out by herself, but that there was a spark hidden in her memory. The Xuanyuan bead on Yun Xiaoxie's body, which was absorbed in the back mountain of Kunlun Mountain, was the key to ignite the fire in her heart!

She has become a mortal, a mortal of flesh and blood like Han Xuemei, but at this moment, she is not sad and sad, but has a kind of relief!

She smiled, like a goblin, laughing unscrupulously.

Han Xuemei was startled, she had never seen Ren Qing smile before.

Suddenly, Ren Qing grabbed her hand and put it on her towering chest, and the soft feeling made Han Xuemei stunned again, but soon, she felt wrong......

"Your Heart ......"

"It's back! My heart is back!"

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