The real world

After Rong's body recovered, after taking care of Hai Zhongyun for a few days, he left Dongfang's house and returned to his place. This morning is still gloomy and mist-shrouded, and the whole Dongfang City is like a fairyland as if it is in the clouds.

Rong carefully tended the flowers on the windowsill, watered it, and fertilized it. After Luo Gu left, occasionally Deng Xianxing came to see her, and after Deng Xianxian left, it was this flower that accompanied her.

"Little flower, what do you say he's doing now?" Rong tilted his head sideways, approached the flower, returned to his original position, and said with a smile, "Do you think he is thinking about me? Hehe, when do you think he will come back!" Rong also approached the flower with anticipation, and also fell into deep thought motionlessly, his eyes began to be focused, his mind was no longer here, would he come back? Rong herself didn't know what the result would be, but she desperately hoped that Luo Gu could return to this world, whether it was her or the world needed him, and unconsciously, Rong shed a clear tear.

If you love across the mountains and seas, the mountains can be flat, and the sea can be dry. If love can't be passed, he is lonely, she is helpless, even if there is all kinds of tenderness, where can she talk about desolation? Two people who love each other is a practice, in this life to meet, it has used most of the luck, if the end of the world is far away, it is a level of hard practice, the road is not clear in front of you, and there is a cliff behind you.

Deng Xianxing sometimes asks Rong how much she loves that person, and Rong just says that she misses him in her heart, thinks of him in her mouth, is happy when she sees him, and worries when she doesn't see him. The sentiment is geometric, just like the river flowing into the sea, and the moonlight blowing the ground.

Dongfang Yu still sent a team of people to secretly protect Rong, they were all on all sides of Rong's house, quietly guarding in secret, all mixed in the crowd, unable to identify clearly, maybe they should be ordinary people, they all hope to have an ordinary life, but the world is so big, who has a choice? They are all forced to be helpless for various reasons.

Where Rong is, the streets are still full of people, and I don't know if it's busy or blind. Oriental City, as usual, has not been awakened by yesterday's events, and is still sometimes lively and picturesque.

And in the Far North Ice Sheet will never see a lively scene, as far as the eye can see, there is no trace of people, this is the coldest place in the world, not to mention people, birds and beasts can not see much, it is unimaginable to leave behind.

Wang Yuansheng has lived for almost one hundred and twenty years, and he can still practice here, and who can compare with him when he looks at the entire rivers and lakes? I don't know why, he has always been in the Great Immortal Realm, and he has not broken the mirror or fallen into the realm, maybe what can make this old man feel palpitations is the Heavenly Tribulation, so far he is unwilling to step into the realm of gods and demons, but the reason for this, even the Wang family does not know. There have always been people in the rivers and lakes who have been singing, 'A hundred years of immortal kings, the first east in the world.' The world is also curious about Wang Yuansheng's early fame in the rivers and lakes, why he is unwilling to fight for the first place in the world, if Wang Yuansheng can enter the realm of gods and demons, maybe there will be nothing to do with the Dongfang family, no one knows what the result is.

Wang Yuansheng had already passed on the position of head of the family to his shrewd and capable eldest son, Wang Weijing, a few years ago. On the surface, he has retired from the position of head of the family, but in fact he is still in charge of the major affairs of the Wang family, and the people of the Wang family still respect him as the head of the family. The Wang family can be in the second position among the four major families, and he is inseparable from him. It's just that now that Wang Jiahu is dead, Wang Weijing's heart is like falling into the abyss under the sea, and he is in a daze in the direction of Dongfang City all day long, Wang Weijing is not as good as Deng Xianxing and Wang Weinuo can cultivate into the immortal realm, he is almost seventy, he is already an old man, and he finally looked forward to a son at the age of forty, but now he is separated by yin and yang, but Wang Weijing's wife Hongying doesn't seem to want him to be so old, although it is not as young as a young woman, but it looks not much different from a woman in her thirties and forties, she is also mainly rushing to Wang Yuansheng and him, passing orders and information, maybe Wang Yuansheng taught some ways to maintain her appearance, so that time left no trace on her face.

"Is it useful for you to look over there like this? Jiahu is gone, do you still have a chance now?" said Hongying to Wang Weijing.

"What do I want to do with this old bone?hehe, the head is already buried in the soil, what's the point of me doing those intriguing things?" Wang Weijing lowered his head and said slowly, "You know, I haven't been able to cultivate to the immortal realm like Master, Senior Brother and Little Senior Brother, and now I won't live long, hehe, I know that Master needs to double cultivate with you, so that he can truly maintain his great immortality, and you can maintain your beautiful face like now." I also know that you promised him for me, so that he could have pity on me and bring me into eternal life. Red Sakura, I don't blame you, I just feel very wronged by you, I ······ in my life" Wang Weijing choked up, tears like a dam, kept flowing, and the curled up body trembled involuntarily, "Being able to marry you is my greatest blessing, Jiahu is my greatest sustenance, you are all better than living a long life, what is the use of you not living forever with me?"

Red Sakura covered her mouth with her hands, trying to keep herself from crying, tears still flowed out of her head, deep love, uncontrollable, a woman is the most helpless, the most heartache is when she cries.

"Now that Jiahu is gone, I am very sad that he left alone, and I don't feel at ease that you are here alone", Wang Weijing used his wrinkled hands, holding the face of the red cherry blossoms, with a smile with tear stains, and continued, "You are still the same as before, not changed at all." ”

"You are not allowed to say such stupid things! soon······ Father, his old man will send you the power to let you directly enter the immortal realm, so that we, we can continue to live!" "The makeup on Sakura's face has been stained with tears, her eyes are red, and the corners of her eyes are also showing a little wrinkle.

To live, I just want to live simply, which is full of hope and despair, helplessness, pain, and having to pursue.

"Silly girl, the tiger can't come back. Wang Weijing still smiled and stroked her cheeks, "I still remember the first time I met you, the sky was very blue, the flowers were very fragrant, and the snowflakes were very gentle." ”

"You bastard, why do you want to get in my carriage?"

"The world is so big for us to meet, God is so good to me", Wang Weijing closed his eyes, "Many people have left, and I have lived long enough than them, and the current situation should be regarded as my atonement for the mistakes I made at the beginning." It's just a pity that Jiahu has such an unqualified father, wronged you, and married such an incompetent husband. ”

"The surname is Wang, I hate you, you can't pay it off for the rest of your life!"

"Yes, in the next life, I must not be able to come to you again······" Wang Weijing didn't speak, he slowly stopped breathing, and fell asleep quietly in Hongying's arms, only Hongying was crying in the hall.

In the first half of his life, Wang Weijing was a family resource, a smooth path to martial arts, and a loved one, using his sister to separate Deng Xianxing from the disciples of the Wang family, and accidentally killing his own brother. Wang Weijing never saw his father in the second half of his life, never left the Wang family for half a step, and never stepped into the realm at all.

After thousands of sails drifting through the world, looking back indifferently, Yiren smiled and fell in love, and the two sat idly under the breeze under the moon.

(End of chapter)