(a)

Nan Qiuci just wanted to win, there was only a road in front of him, and his body was hot and red, as if it was about to burn.

"Do you really want to die?" said the Ringman.

Nan Qiuci understood what the people in the ring were talking about. Because of his high talent when he started, he quickly opened the gate of the Inland Sea, and almost never learned the martial arts of mortals.

With his mana disappearing and his body aging, he had no hope of winning the game at all. So, he made the most extreme choice - burn himself. This is the magical power [Requiem] given to him by the love bird, and he does not need to consume mana, but only consumes life force to obtain abilities that far surpass mortals.

"You run like this," said the man in the ring, "I can't say for sure—but Shi Yuanming must be a widow." ”

"I beg you," Yumu cried after him, "don't run, we still have a chance." The scar man followed behind Wei Meng, not wanting to relax a step.

He turned his head to look at the imposing followers behind him.

Where is the chance? With his decaying body and weakened physical strength, how can he fight against these wolf-like aliens and monks who are proficient in martial arts? The further he goes, the more difficult it becomes, it is better to fight with all his might while the ancient city has just opened, and everyone has not yet reacted.

At the end of the road ahead, an altar-like building suddenly appeared, and he was secretly happy in his heart, muttering [Requiem] in a low voice, and quickened his pace.

"Be careful. It was the scarred man's hoarse voice.

Nan Qiuci's heart froze, and he jumped up, and a bone spur came from behind him......

(b)

Nan Qiuci looked behind him, and the three horned people caught up - once the altar appeared, the life-and-death struggle would begin. He had thought of it a long time ago.

"You go first. ”

As he spoke, Wei Meng had already walked towards the Horn Clan. The scar man followed. They were obviously snow spirits who were not good at hand-to-hand combat, but they didn't hesitate when they rushed forward.

Nan Qiuci was a little relieved.

"Don't be stubborn," he said, "just block it." ”

He looked at the backs of the two of them, and it seemed that he was about to engage the horns soon.

There was no time to hesitate - he chanted Requiem and kept walking. There was a clanging sound behind him, which was dense at first, and gradually thinned out, and the roars of the horned people continued, but the voices of Yumeng and the scar man could not be heard.

The faster he ran, the more he could not feel at ease.

"You only have two paths now," he hesitated as he heard the man say, "Either you will be the first to reach the finish line, or you will die." ”

Of course, he understands the meaning of the people in the ring, the first to reach the end of the line is the possibility of receiving a reward, everything is possible. If someone else is allowed to get ahead of him, the Requiem burns out his life force, death will soon come, and all efforts will be in vain.

Perhaps it was the Burning Spirit that made him extremely sensitive, and he finally heard a muffled snort from Yumu, who seemed to be deliberately restraining herself. Then he heard the scarred man's babbling, eager call.

Just take a look.

As soon as he turned his head, his heart pounded - Yumemu and Scar Man had been forced to the edge of the road by the three horned demons, and they could fall at any moment.

"This is in the ancient city," said the man in the ring, "the dead can be resurrected, don't waste time." ”

Can the dead really be resurrected? He couldn't believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes. But if Yumeng dies here, he is really dead.

He looked ahead, and the altar was not far ahead.

The man in the ring said: "Run, run!"

Nan Qiuci turned around and began to run back.

"Are you crazy?

Nan Qiuci didn't speak, chanted [Soul Burning Song], felt the taste of soul burning, and quickened his pace.

A burly, lightning-eyed man rushed up to him and brushed shoulders with him.

After a while, a white-robed nun carrying a man on her back greeted him and went forward.

After another while, a male cultivator riding a white tiger also ran ahead.

"It's over, it's over," said the precept man, "you're dead." ”

"Shut up. ”

"You're definitely the stupidest person I've ever met!"

(c)

Sure enough, hand-to-hand combat is not an item that a smart snow spirit should choose.

When cornered, Scar Man wields a staff that cannot drive spells in his hand to make a last stand.

Although the Vine Clan Horned Demon couldn't drive the vine spell normally, he still took out the long vine strips from his mouth one by one, and danced back and forth with both hands, creating an impenetrable vine net composed of vine phantoms in mid-air.

The two Bone Blade Clan Horned Demons pulled out huge bone spurs from their backs, held them in their hands like spears, and pounced on him and Yumeng.

Yumeng didn't have a weapon in his hand, so he could only dodge by his body. His staff was hard enough, but the impact from the bone blade caused his hands to crack, and the bone battle fell to the ground.

The blade stabbed at his chest again, and he didn't bother to pick up his staff and hurriedly rolled to the other side.

There was a muffled snort in his ears, and he quickly raised his head, and saw that Weimeng was pierced through the shoulder by a bone blade, blood splattered, and his expression was painful.

His heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe, and he rushed towards Yumu desperately.

The Bone Blade Clan's Horned Demon smiled, raised the bone blade, and kicked at Wei Meng's chest. Yumu flew into the air and fell towards the ruins.

His world turned into darkness, and only the light of Yumeng could be seen. He ran wildly towards the edge of the road, jumped down, and hugged Yumeng.

The three horned people looked at them and shook their heads, and continued to chase forward.

The sound of scorpions fluttering in the ruins was heard.

In the darkness lit up dense, countless red dots, which he knew were the eyes of a scorpion.

He leaned into Weimeng's ear, "Live well." This time he forgot to hide his voice.

"Thea (1)?" Yumu looked at him in surprise, "Are you Thea?"

"Goodbye. ”

He spun in mid-air and threw Yumu back with the inertia of his rotation.

"Don't!" Yumu kept shaking his head at him, shouting, "Don't!"

Thea smiled, waved her hand at Yuimeng, and fell on her back towards the sea of scorpions. He could already smell scorpions.

(iv)

Yumeng was thrown back on the road by the scarred man, but Nan Qiuci still rushed into the ruins. Without the spell, flying away can only rely on the [Requiem], and the speed of the soul burning is obviously faster. In a moment, he could clearly hear the footsteps of life passing more and more urgently.

"Forget about the dream," said the man in the ring, "How many times have you even saved him?"

It's too late to say anything now. Nan Qiuci jumped out, and with the momentum of the burning soul, he turned into a red light and grabbed the scar man.

The scar man obviously didn't expect his actions and stared at him blankly.

He sang Requiem again, and the burning power of his soul enveloped the two of them back on the road together.

Yumeng cried and said, "What are you doing when you come back?"

The scar man opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound.

Nan Qiuci smiled and ran forward. The altar is still ahead, the game is not over yet, and there is hope. He sang Requiem again, and the glow of the burning soul flashed, brighter than before. He mustered up his spirit and ran forward, but his feet were like stepping on cotton, and he fell down after a few steps. He tried to get up, but his arms, legs, and feet no longer had any strength. I wanted to sing [Requiem] again, only to find that my skin and flesh were loose and loose, like a hundred years old, and my soul could not be burned anymore.

Yumeng and Scar Man chased after him and helped him up.

He laughed and said, "I can't run." ”

The ordination man said, "You deserve it." ”

Yumeng burst into tears, tears rolling down like strings of beads.

(5)

This was the saddest time in Yumeng's life, and she couldn't forget it until she died.

Nan Qiuci really didn't have any strength at all, like a puddle of mud leaning on her arm. His face was full of loose wrinkles, the flesh of his body hung limply on his bones, and the smell of rotten old men penetrated her nostrils.

He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the altar in front of him, as if he had exhausted all his strength, "Take me there." ”

Wei Mengqiang held back tears, carefully picked him up, and walked forward.

His face was gray and cloudy. The more I walked, the darker my face became, and it was obvious that the end was approaching. But his eyes were slightly open and he was looking forward, still going forward, without stopping.

She walked away crying, as if there was a knife stirring in her heart. When he was about to approach the altar, Nan Qiuci suddenly said, "Stop, I can't wait." ”

She couldn't control her emotions for a moment, and sat down on the ground with him in her arms, and began to cry. The monk who passed by looked at her curiously, but she didn't care. Thea stood quietly beside her and patted her on the shoulder.

Nan Qiu moved his fingers. She quickly understood, and held his hand in front of her eyes, with what appeared to be a bronze ring on his middle finger.

"I'll die later," Nan Qiuci said, "You hold me and take it to the end." Wait for Ada to declare the victor before plucking it from my hand. After that, it will be yours. ”

The man in the ring said: "Do you treat Lao Tzu as a relic?" said him, and suddenly cried.

Nan Qiuci looked at the scarred man, then at her, and said, "After I die, you will follow him." ”

She was shocked, and suddenly understood something.

She shook her head desperately, tears accidentally falling on his face.

(f)

Nan Qiuci opened his eyes for the last time.

This is the ancient city of Kaze cast thousands of years ago, and here is the vast ancient road in the ruins of the Scorpion Sea.

The sky was filled with a crimson mist, and the ruins were heard with the fluttering sound of scorpions rubbing against their carapaces.

But he could not see or hear. I just felt that the world suddenly quieted down. In a trance, the world changed in front of me-

See the bluestone ancient road a few years ago, twists and turns. Moss is mottled, and the ground brocade climbs the wall. A clear stream winds eastward, and a bend of the stone bridge lies horizontally. There are light boats in the river that go slowly, and there are pedestrians on both banks. Everyone shook their fans and pointed out the scenery.

A flat green boat helped the river down, and there was a girl standing quietly at the head of the boat-

The lotus clothes are belted, and the clothes are fluttering.

The green temples follow the clouds, and the vermilion goose is yellow.

The slender waist is straight, and the strong willow is windy.

Plain hands behind each other, green jade new pull.

Relax and look forward to the south bank.

Only looking at the side face, it is still Ye Mei Yingying, smiling frequently, worthy of a hundred postures.

His eyes looked straight at him, and his gaze seemed to be rolled into a thin red thread, firmly tied to the girl's bun. There seems to be a lively gong and drum banquet in the heart, and the knocking and knocking non-stop.

There was no bridge in the boat, and the girl didn't know whether she was aware of the red thread tied on the bun, or heard the noise of gongs and drums on the bridge. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the bridge, and suddenly took out a face of fragrant jade seal and red plum reflecting snow, and smiled at him.

"Yuanming, Yuanming," he called softly.

Shi Yuanming tilted his head and smiled at him, and waved his hand again......

He closed his eyes and felt that the world could not be quieter.

......

On the avenue that seemed to have no end, there was a hoarse and sad cry of Weimeng.

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[I have no regrets for leaving-Nan Qiuci]

I am Nan Qiuci, a man destined to drift to death.

My tragedy began with the love bird of the beast in Zhenhae. Love birds can make all women fall in love with me, and if I take the amorous road, my life should be very chic. But I fell in love with a woman, and I embarked on the road of infatuation without hesitation.

My lover's name is Shi Yuanming. She died at the hands of my master, and instead of avenging her, I embarked on a journey to bring her back from the dead.

The people in the ring said I was stupid. How did he know that I was actually having fun? I think of her every night, and I am so happy to think that she is alive.

It's a pity that it didn't work out after all. My life has come to an end, but I have no regrets. Because I'm going to see her down there soon. Weimeng has been with me for so long, and I can't stand her. Thankfully, I chose a Guardian for her—the person who loved her the most in the world. Isn't that also a happy result?

The moment my soul left my body, I felt warm, and it was more satisfying than ever.

My opening statement was wrong - I am Nan Qiuci, a man destined to chase consummation. My comedy started with a love bird.

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Fellow Daoists, the story of Nan Qiuci is over.

In fact, I also prepared two endings for him. The first one is exactly what it is now.

The second ending is that he has crossed the finish line, won the victory, and fulfilled his wish. Shi Yuanming came back from the dead, but he came to the end of his life, and there was only a moment left to get along. The story ends here. However, the reality of the world is often that the long-sought wishes may not come true, but we can control our inner world. For Nan Qiuci, if you work hard, chase it, and do your best, you will have no regrets. It's really a comedy.

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(1) Thea: I know that some people must be asking, "Who is Sia?" and "The update is so slow that people can't remember it", so I tell you that Thea is the archmage of the Snow Spirit Clan, the dogleg of Weimeng, because Weimeng was tortured and unrecognizable poor people.