The ice-blue stabbing soul jumped flexibly between the fingers of Zhao Yingluo's left hand. This morning, there was no progress in refining the gray boulder, and he sighed, he knew that it was because of his unstable mood. Since he broke through to the Cold Dew Period, especially after he had a mid-stage cultivation, he rarely had this situation, maybe he didn't have a good rest, or maybe the Great Monk of the Relief Period inadvertently brought him too much shock. Shaking his head with a wry smile, Zhao Yingluo put away the cold fire in his hand.

Tomorrow is the New Year, and it is the most important festival for the human race in the Chuanhai Continent. On this day, every family pays tribute to their ancestors and gathers together to discuss the plans for the coming year.

After Zhao Yingluo pasted the Spring Festival couplets and window flowers, he posted several New Year's pictures he had purchased one by one in the bedroom, especially the "Lady Picture", which was pasted by him in the corner behind the door, so that he could enjoy it when he lay on the kang after sleeping and closing the door at night. After doing all this, he lay leisurely on the warm kang, stretched his muscles, and looked at the woman on the New Year's painting.

He believes that the woman under the brush should probably be detached from the world and the country is beautiful, but the woman in this painting is quite similar to the figure in his memory. Her beauty makes people sad, and her tightly knit brows can evoke the pity of others, making people think about it and unforgettable.

"The melon seed face is as beautiful as her sister, with peach blossom eyes, which is better looking than her sister, of course, she also has shortcomings, as a woman, her mouth is slightly bigger. But, fortunately, this is a 'helper'. Zhao Ying subconsciously compared, as if he saw the woman in white who was victorious. Leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain, the falling flowers are independent.

"My sister's name is Leng Qingyun. You're five, I, uh...... From today on, you are my father-in-law, and no one can scold you, beat you, or bully you, because this is my exclusive use. As she spoke, the woman's good-looking peach blossom eyes were bright and firm, playful with three points of domineering. Thinking of her sister, Zhao Ying wet her eyes with tears. If the next life is still a repetition of this life, even if it is more bitter than ruthless.

turned over on the kang, and subconsciously moved his body to the warm place in the kang, Zhao Yingluo, who was immersed in the past, did not realize that the big kang that had never lit a fire in the morning was actually warm now.

"Are you awake?" Lying on the kang, Zhao Yingluo fell asleep uncomfortably, and as soon as he woke up, he saw a slender woman not far away, sitting on the edge of the kang, staring at him with her hands on her cheeks.

"Sister, are you back?" A pair of peach blossom eyes, two curved willow eyebrows, a slender figure, not Leng Qingyun, who is it?

"Huh, how do you know it's me? Did you know it before?" the woman's good-looking peach blossom eyes were full of doubts.

"No, you're not my sister Leng Qingyun, you're her. Zhao Yingluo said in surprise, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pointed to the "Lady Picture" behind the door, on which there was already a trace.

"Leng Qingyun?" Compared with Zhao Yingluo's doubts, the person in the painting showed shock.

"I didn't expect that this man who made me worry about my stomach and look forward to it, this man who made me think to be the most infatuated and worthy of entrusting me for life in the world, would be my brother-in-law. “

"Brother-in-law?" Although they look very similar, once it is confirmed, Zhao Yingluo still can't accept it, he muttered: "It seems like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like the snow of the wind." Your sister is my lady - Leng Qingyun. And you are famous in the Nanqian Continent for nearly 10,000 years, known as the 'first person in Nanqian', and has the Nangong Huixue who has not been cultivated in the Ji period?"

"Nangong returns to snow, Nangong returns to snow......" she shouted frantically, hoarse.

"But I love you, miss you, pity you, and look forward to your Leng Xue'er. “

Zhao Yingluo fell on the fire kang, and his mind was full of the scene five years ago, when Leng Xue'er blocked the killing blow of the psychic monk for herself, and her body was destroyed. "I will be your bride in the next life......" was the woman's last wish.

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"Husband, eat more, and then eat a piece of vinegar fish, otherwise it will be cold in a while, and people have wasted a lot of effort to make it, you smell the fishy smell on your hands now." Zhao Yingluo held Nangong Hui's snow-white and warm palm distressedly, and stretched out his arm to stop the beauty from entering his arms. She had gained some weight in the past two days, resting her cheek on his shoulder with a happy smile on her face. Zhao Yingluo turned his face sideways, buried his head in the woman's long misty hair, his back shook, and he sobbed quietly. Her hand caressed the man's back, and her beautiful face became more and more radiant.

People who are in love and obsessed, how many such good times can there be in their lives.

She said stubbornly: "I have been cultivating for nearly 10,000 years, and I never knew and loved, and I met you in the last days of my life five years ago. A few days ago, a wisp of remnant soul could return to your arms, and I was satisfied. I just hope that in the past few days, life will pass more slowly, more slowly. so that I can remember your face. If, if there is an if, I am willing to exchange the next three lives and seven lives for the love between the two of us in this life. ”

All love needs evidence, and whether it is love or family affection within this scope, it cannot be nothing more than that. Five years ago, that is, at this point in time mentioned by the woman in Fang Cai's arms, Zhao Yingluo, who was like flying in the wind and remnants in the water, rushed to the south of the Nanqian Continent when the country was ruined and the family was destroyed. In those gray days, he was fortunate to be able to meet Leng Xue'er, uh, that is, Nangong Huixue, a great monk who showed his general identity and face.

When everything was clear, Zhao Yingluo looked back and thought about it again, he knew that the situation of the woman in his arms at that time was no worse than that of his panicked and clever self. Because of the battle of Langyue City at that time, in addition to himself, the little prince of the Beiyi Kingdom, there were too many people and things, such as his old grandmother, such as his child daughter-in-law: Leng Qingyun, a great monk in the Jiji period. Of course, there is also Nangong Huixue, who knows that the general trend has gone, knows that things are no longer possible, but goes all the way to help, one of the three venerables of Weidong Commercial Bank.

As a great monk in the Weiji period and the helmsman of the Nangong family, the reason why she has no hesitation about the affairs of the Beiyi Palace, in addition to the fact that she has always been friendly with the Zhao family, is because of her other identity - Leng Qingyun's half-sister.

Although Zhao Yingluo was no stranger to Nangong Huixue, Leng Xue'er had never heard of it before that.

And five years ago, he himself appeared in Liannuma Village as Nangong Yu. The old grandmother has always been meticulous, and her hands and eyes can be said to be able to reach the sky, so before the battle of Langyue City, the identity of Nangong Yu was indeed real, and it could also withstand suspicion and verification.

In addition to this Nangong Yu, Zhao Yingluo's other two identities are: the Yin of Shuangyue City in the Sichuan Sea Continent, and Yuwenying in Banqiao Town, Beiyi Kingdom.

Four identities, four lives, to grasp the benefits and disadvantages, he really put a lot of effort, but compared to the old grandmother's painstaking management on top of this matter, his so-called hardships and efforts are not worth mentioning at all.

The old grandmother's good intentions also lie in the fact that she taught Zhao Yingluo the technique of her own understanding of the unfinished period very early, and it is not possible for every powerful person to obtain it when he advances to the unfinished period.

But once a person obtains this general existence by chance, then the benefits that can be obtained from it are absolutely immeasurable, and what is even more contrary to the sky is that the realization of this general period can be passed on to people, even if the other party is a mortal person who has no cultivation at all, and will not be affected even in the slightest.

Even though this technique is taught to the teacher as a teacher: breaking, renunciation, and separation, there are also powerful people who have no hesitation in certain circumstances, and their old grandmother is obviously among them.

If you want one person with a thousand faces, then Zhao Yingluo must first raise his cultivation to the realm of the unfinished period. Until then, he had only been able to grasp a few changes.

With the side of Nangong Yu among a thousand faces, five years ago, in the Liannuma Village of the Nanqian Continent, Zhao Yingluo met Leng Xue'er.

As for the reason why Nangong Huixue recognized himself in this Twin Moon City, he had already changed his appearance and identity to a gloomy self, because he had mentioned this matter to Leng Xue'er before.

At that time, Nangong Huixue didn't think about his kind of "Thousand Illusions" that could go to the famous "Thousand Illusions", after all, the ordinary "face-changing technique" can often be seen on the dance pavilion and song platform in the mundane.

All the thoughts flashed in his heart, and Zhao Yingluo did not respond to the words of the woman in his arms, but just hugged her tighter. Faced with Nangong Huixue's sincerity and warm love, his heart once again gave birth to the pain of remorse.

"If we knew the ending, would we still love each other?" In the dusk after the rain, in the lonely cold night, do you occasionally have similar questions?