She walked past the motionless Mi Long, and after walking a few meters, she suddenly felt something, and turned to look at the man standing motionless in the middle of the street.

The sword he was holding in his hand let the snow fall. He remained motionless, as if his whole heart was on the cyan sword.

She froze suddenly, it was the sword she had been robbed of, and after a long time, she looked away from the sword. Curiously, he moved his gaze to Miron's face.

Although Mi Long was looking down at the sword at this time, his eyebrows and hair were already covered with a layer of snowflakes, but her whole body stiffened.

Suddenly, there was a trembling of excitement, which made her tremble in the depths of her heart, and she had an indescribable emotion.

Am I already dead? Or am I hallucinating, why do I feel that this person in front of me is him? Why is it so real?

She didn't dare to wipe her eyes with her hands, she didn't even dare to move, because she was afraid, afraid that if she moved, this familiar figure would disappear without a trace, and then she would wake up from the hallucination, and finally she would be alone in this boundless and strange place where no one knew her.

Even in the end, she had to go out of the city to find her resting place on this snowy day, and she didn't want to lie here and cause trouble to others.

At this moment, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, and there had been countless sufferings and sufferings. She didn't shed a single tear, but at this time she couldn't restrain her tears.

When she was the loneliest, the lonely, the most helpless, the most hesitant. Even if she was about to face a person dying in this lonely world, where no one knew, she didn't think about crying.

But when she saw the person in front of her again, she couldn't bear the hesitation, the loneliness and helplessness in her heart, and she could no longer bear the longing in her heart.

She had the idea of crying, the idea of rushing over and hugging him.

But she didn't dare to move anymore. She would rather die slowly like this, rather than let the hallucinations in front of her disappear, she didn't dare to say a word, she was afraid that this word would come out, she was still alone in this cold place, she was very afraid...... Like the little girl who sells matches, she is so eager to keep this warm fantasy and keep this warm person.

When I first met you

Spring

Quiet and peaceful

You're still with you,

Saying insincere and cute words

then

You are not my landscape

But it worries me

......

When I see you again,

Yellow sand rolling,

Crisis,

You carry me on your back,

With courage to lead me over one danger after another,

At this time, I know that your scenery is not mine, but I only have you in my heart.

......

When I last met you

I walked down the lonely streets of a foreign land

Snowflakes

You stand alone in the middle of the street waiting for the snow

Then

You are an illusion in my heart

But let me go without worry

......

The snowflakes also wrapped her whole body, but she didn't move, she didn't even blink her eyes, even forever, she didn't want the person in front of her to disappear, even if it was a hallucination. She has fantasized about this person in front of her thousands of times and looked forward to it for a hundred years.

Mi Long's heart became heavier and heavier, and after stroking the sword, he calmed down again, and used his divine sense to explore the people hiding in the house, and did not let anyone go. Even if someone slashed him with a knife, he wouldn't even notice it. It seems that he has never been so focused on doing one thing before.

However, he searched his mind and returned a few meters from a few miles away, but found nothing.

Mi Long sighed in disappointment, he retracted his senses, full of endless loss, just like the original dream warbler, he couldn't find it again, could it be that he was wrong?

The snow was slightly cold, but the heart was cold, and just when Mi Long was about to leave here, he found that a few meters away in front of him, a person was standing like him, not moving. The stillness of a sculpture, with only teardrop-drimmed eyes, indicates that she is alive.

Where is the farthest distance? It's when you're desperately searching, not knowing that the person you're looking for is right in front of you.

Qi Yan ...... Masters. Mi Long suddenly recognized that the person in front of him was Qi Yan, and he was looking for her frantically, but he didn't expect that she would find him first. The world gave him the warmest gift in his most helpless, coldest place here.

But since she had found him, and had seen him, why didn't she speak, why did she stand here?

Qi Yan had a faint smile on her face, and on her ordinary face, tears had turned into ice. She had lost her cultivation, and if it weren't for the support of that firm belief and a body different from that of mortals, which made her dare not move, maybe she would have fallen a long time ago.

She thought in her heart that she was seeing an illusion, so she didn't dare to move, she was afraid that if she moved, the dream that she had been pursuing for many years would disappear again without a trace.

Mi Long's divine sense immediately felt that Qi Yan had reached the point where the oil ran out, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly rushed up, picked up Qi Yan, and took her to a warm inn.

Mi Long, who is moving and unmoving, finally has something that makes him so moved.

......

Mi Long faded off Qi Yan's easy makeup, revealing that unparalleled and familiar face, still so gentle.

Originally, Mi Long thought that he was a Jindan cultivator and a Tiandan master, so it should be very easy for Qi Yan to recover as before.

But what made Mi Long helpless was that no matter what means he used, Qi Yan still looked at him with a warm smile on her face and beautiful eyes, and once he disappeared from her eyes, she would immediately shed tears. He didn't even dare to change his makeup, because once his face changed, Qi Yan would shed tears.

Mi Long's heart was extremely gloomy, he couldn't imagine that Senior Sister Qi Yan would treat him like this, and he even had a deep shame in his heart.

He hadn't forgotten Qi Yan, but he was always alone, ignoring the people around him, and turning a blind eye to their worries and desires.

He thought of the nowhere to be seen, and thought of the "sleeping" Nie Xiaoshuang, he couldn't bear to let go, but he put it down smartly, because he always thought that others could take care of them, and always thought that they could take care of themselves, but he forgot that what they were thinking about was himself.

The happiness given by others is not enough, no, happiness must be given to them by yourself!

In a blink of an eye, he thought of the mutual contempt when he met Qi Yan for the first time, and the strange feeling was nostalgic......

No matter what happens to Qi Yan, I must cure her, Mi Long secretly made up his mind in his heart. He no longer had any scruples, and even began to help her wash and change her clothes and take care of her.

Originally, Mi Long only needed to stay in the remote Nanjiang City for one day, but in order to let Qi Yan recover, he stayed for two days.

Early in the morning of the third day, Mi Long lined up one by one to go to the most famous doctor in Nanjiang City.

He was a cultivator, even a powerful Jindan cultivator, but he never imagined that one day he would have to find a mortal martial arts physician to see a doctor, if this was changed to before, Mi Long would never believe it.

But even if he himself used to be well-informed, and now he is still a Tiandan Master, he doesn't know what kind of illness Qi Yan has and why this is happening.

He had already used the most precious Nine Turns Back to Tiandan to recuperate, and all the old diseases caused by the depression in her body were gone, but she was still the same.

Mi Long went to several medical centers one after another, but no one knew anything about Qi Yan's illness, and he couldn't even say a reason, just shook his head.

However, he didn't get nothing, at least he learned that Qi Yan's illness might have someone who could know, and that was the medical immortal Li Renjing.

Li Renjing, who is said to be an immortal with great medical skills, lives in Thousand Bird Mountain, thousands of miles away from the Nanjiang River.

Mi Long knew from the mouth of Lang Zhong who said the news that Lang Zhong probably didn't know where he had heard about this person, and he must have never seen this Li Renjing.

The reason why he said this was only because Mi Long paid more money. And from the look in his eyes, Mi Long knew that he definitely didn't believe that he could find Li Renjing thousands of miles away.

Of course, Mi Long would not be as familiar as an ordinary person, and he flew to Chidorigan Mountain that night.

Along the way, Mi Long was very helpless, he could only fly with Qi Yan in his arms, not on his back, because once she couldn't see her, she would burst into tears.

After Mi Long arrived at Thousand Bird Mountain, he immediately knew that Li Renjing was a loose cultivator, and it was not a very good casual cultivator. Because the aura here is not sufficient, it's just because there is an ordinary third- or fourth-level spirit gathering formation.

After seeing this, Miron was disappointed. Maybe this Li Renjing is not even as good as him, but it is only because he is a cultivator that this reputation is so great.

But no matter what, when he comes, he must always go and see, at least to know whether he really has the ability or whether he has the ability to fake it.

However, Li Renjing's strength has not been seen, and his frame can be seen.

Mi Long was directly blocked out of the formation, and the two female disciples in the Qi cultivation period casually said that their master Li Renjing had not returned from his travels.

It's just that as soon as these two female disciples finished saying this, two men came out of it again. One of them had a long beard and a chest, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

The other person had an ordinary appearance, and there was nothing unique that would attract attention, but Ye Mo found that these two people were both Jindan seventh-layer cultivators.

"Li Daoyou, I'll leave this matter to you......" The ordinary-looking man said with his fists clenched.

Mi Long immediately knew that this long-bearded man was Li Renjing, but he didn't expect this guy to be a bit like him.

Li Renjing touched his beard, then laughed and said: "Brother barbarian, don't worry, I, Li, will definitely do my best and live up to the trust." A month later, there was good news for the barbarians. ”