On the Late Qing River.

The bamboo raft drifts down the water to the east.

The mighty water rippled, propping up a long artemisia on the bamboo raft, promising the light sound of squeaking.

Passing around the cascading reeds growing in the slots, I saw a new and simple stone house on the shore.

The stone house is only a few feet from the shore, and it is paved with fine bluestone, which is all done these days.

This is Fang Weili and A Ning's current home, they have been here for more than a month.

In line with A-Ning's meaning, Fang gradually left her every day, boating on the quiet late Qing River.

A-Ning mostly didn't speak, and in this quiet life like the late Qinghe, she chose to be a listener.

"The situation was imminent at the time......"

A-Ning frowned or chuckled, she didn't like Fang Wanli's riskiness, but she liked the way he talked about these things seriously and emphatically.

Until Fang gradually mentioned a woman's name - Xiao Ling'er.

Although he didn't say it clearly, how could A-Ning not know the meaning of his words?

There was a slight tremor in the delicate body, but after that, I felt inexplicably relaxed in my heart.

It's a really contradictory feeling, like someone who likes something being cut in half.

Immediately A-Ning thought of the Late Qing River, which also had branches, but only one of them flowed to the imperial capital of the Great Shu Kingdom.

Maybe sometimes this split is a good choice.

But here, in this quiet time of more than a month, he really belongs to himself.

That's a good idea.

So whenever she wants, she will clutch Fang gradually off the sleeve, and no one will see the white knuckles.

......

Landing on the ground, Fang gradually took out a stone no more than the size of a goose egg from the storage bag and stuffed it into A Ning's hand.

"What is this?" asked Anin curiously.

Fang Yanli smiled mysteriously, although A-Ning couldn't see it, he believed that she would definitely be able to feel it next.

So he didn't explain, but reached out and slashed across the dark stone, and his spiritual power turned into a blade, cutting through the fragile camouflage in an instant.

The intoxicating fragrance spread, and the moment it penetrated into Fang gradually leaving the pores, he couldn't help but shudder, and there was a strange fluctuation coming out of the position of the primeval pill.

It was as if he was going to find another way to see a new sky, and it was like returning to the beginning of cultivation.

There was not too dazzling light, only a faint glow, and the stone cracked, revealing the round elixir like crystal inside.

There are golden and red flying flakes in the elixir, which are constantly circulating, and they look like water but not water, which is very strange.

Elixir of Creation.

Ah Ning's reaction was far stronger than Fang Detaching, and in the position of her Qi Sea, she could even feel a burning sense of persecution.

There was an eager voice urging her to quickly swallow the elixir in her palm.

She was stunned at first, but quickly understood what she was holding in her hand.

Fang Yanli whispered: "A-Ning, your body has been recuperated in this month, and I will restore your qi in the next few days...... A-Ning?"

He suddenly found that A-Ning had buried his face in the palm of his hand, sticking it to the pill.

Then her slender shoulders shrugged, and the sound of sobbing was heard.

What, what's wrong?

When Fang gradually left the panic, he suddenly felt that the pill was pushed back again.

"Gradual...... Off, right...... Yes, I'm sorry......" A-Ning just sobbed, choking.

Fang gradually felt a tingling in his heart inexplicably, he felt as if he had missed something extremely important, and this would make him regret it for the rest of his life.

A-Ning cried for a long time, and finally took out the bell from her underwear with a trembling, pale hand.

Goodbye Ziling, Fang gradually left his complexion and suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and even the originally clear water of the late Qing River turned black in his eyes.

The Ziling in A-Ning's hand was already rusty and dilapidated.

That kind of smart and true will has long been leaked.

The two gaps that were broken by Xin Shi at the beginning, Fang gradually left and never expected that it would cause such terrible consequences.

And this is not the key, the most important thing is that the mother bell is still in Aning's body......

Flesh and blood grow, mother and child are maintained, and they are inseparable.

Unless A-Ning cultivates to achieve knotting, he can avoid that kind of involvement, remove the mother bell, and get rid of the trouble.

Otherwise, Ziling will be destroyed here, and A-Ning's fate can be imagined.

Fang gradually left as if he had fallen into a Wanzhang Canyon, and he looked at A-Ning with shocked and puzzled eyes: "Why? Why didn't you say it before?"

He was so angry that he was going crazy!

Didn't Aning know that this meant that cold and terrible end?

Ah Ning calmed down and said quietly: "Wouldn't it be good to live a peaceful life in the end?"

Fang gradually left one hand to cover his chest, and even the simplest breath, he could feel the pain like a pinprick in the eyes.

"As soon as you gave it to me, I knew that it was ruined, and it was only a matter of time. Aning became calmer and calmer, and it was only when she really got closer to that moment that she realized that she had learned to accept.

"No!" Fang gradually roared.

"I worked so hard to get you alive! I want you to live! Why don't you tell me?!"

He clenched his fists and thundered, and his manic appearance did not look like himself.

"There must be a way! There must be a way!!" He fell into a daze, and no matter how much A-Ning appeased him, he couldn't calm it down.

Suddenly, he looked up and looked at the ruins of the Divine Hidden Sect.

Sycamore, if it's a sycamore, you must know what to do!

Fang Yanli, who was in a panic, was already dazed, and he preferred to believe that Wutong was not really dead.

"You wait for me here!" Fang gradually left to ignore A-Ning's obstruction, and the figure galloped away on the wind and thunder.

A-Ning's delicate body trembled and fell to the ground.

The bell in her hand continued to break, and Yin Yin's blood flowed from her eyes.

In the haze, she seemed to see a world in the blood red, and she briefly regained her vision.

Unfortunately, the man had already galloped away.

"......Gradually leaving" A-Ning couldn't cry, how she hoped that none of this had happened, or perhaps, saying goodbye at the last moment was the best choice.

But she doesn't want to spend time in deception, even if she is destined to leave, she has to see her beloved strong with her own eyes.

Fang gradually departed, and returned after a few hours.

Of course, he didn't return, but his chest rose and fell sharply, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were red.

But when he came back, there was already a field of mountain fruits in front of the stone house.

A-Ning, who was freshened by the river, was as beautiful as a hibiscus out of the water, looking back with an apologetic smile.

"I can't catch anything in the water, and it takes a lot of effort to pick it. A-Ning laughed.

Her smile was so gentle, so gentle that Fang gradually left and her breathing quickly calmed down.

A-Ning's soft appearance shook his heart so much, he really suspected that it was a dream.

Yes, it must be a dream!

Fang Yanli also smiled and sat by the river with A-Ning.

The two talked about the past, and Aning's sometimes chuckling made him intoxicated.

Even the way she eats rough mountain fruits is so beautiful.

Fang gradually left and let A-Ning snuggle in his chest, like a big tree sheltering pedestrians in the rain.

A-Ning chanted a familiar ballad, which they had sung together when they were young.

They spent those thrilling nights together, and in the cold nights, they also relied on it for warmth.

But the rain has stopped, and it is time for pedestrians to go.

A clear cracking sound came, and A-Ning raised her misty eyes, her clear pupils were like eternal glass amber, reflecting Fang Yuan's pale face.

"Drift away, I...... Love you. ”

The wind came by the river, blowing away the tears on Fang Fang's face.

Ning Ruge's past smoke and clouds have been shattered since then,

Ai is a pillow to sleep together and fall asleep on the old horizon;

Gradually go to the moonlit night and wake up alone,

It is ruthless to be away from one person for thousands of days and thousands of days.