"No!"

Looking at the back of Liu Zangbing's brazen departure, Liu Chen was shocked on the spot, and wanted to open his mouth to stop something, but when he could speak, he found that it was too late. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mighty and vicissitudes, restore my rivers and mountains, blood will not be shed, and death will not be truce!"

"Panic about the Yangtze River, return my family and country, dry bones are not ashes, Zhenwu mountains and rivers!"

"Boom!"

The earth shook the mountains, the rivers flowed, and the people of the entire Eastern Continent saw clearly that in the rising sky, the self-explosion of the Liu Zangbing soldiers blew up the description of Yu Taixuan.

When the black dragon that fled in a hurry penetrated the space, when the terrible and tragic dragon roar resounded throughout the Eastern Continent, the sky was full of brilliance, it was the new rain that Liu Zangbing shot down on the world with his life.

The sun is scorching, and the wind and rain are still there.

The drops of red and bright blood rain fell on the silent Canglan River, just like the dusk of that year, like the bank of the Qinhuai River that year, and the maple of the Falling Sword Valley, after all, it was sprinkled all over the world.

"Yu Taixuan!"

Trembling and shouting out the name of the gnashing of teeth, Liu Chen stood in the rain of blood, looking up to the sky and roaring hysterically: "In my lifetime, I will crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

......

A few days later, Fancheng, Yunzhou.

"Won't you go in and have a look?"

Standing behind the lost and depressed Liu Chen, Beigong Yu and the old monk secretly exchanged a look, and stepped forward, raised his hand and patted Liu Chen's shoulder, and said with a concerned face: "If you leave now, maybe you won't be able to return here again in your life!"

"Don't look at it!" Liu Chen shook his head, turned around and glanced at Beigong Yu indifferently, and then smiled very reluctantly: "Just like my life, I have never been here!"

"After Fancheng, it's Canglan County, don't you want to take a look?"

"No need!" Turning around and walking away, walking quickly to the forest, Liu Chen's description was more than 100 years old at this moment: "It's also when I never had it!"

......

"Over the years, I have lost a lot, and I am always sad alone!"

The sun sets and the moon rises, listening to the increasingly fierce Jin Ge Iron Horse in the distance, feeling the courage of the people of the Eastern Continent to protect those old beliefs with their lives, Liu Chen's footsteps are gradually heavy, every step to the ground, his waist and back are more rickety, he walked through the mountains of Wushen Peak, through the white waves of the Canglan River, he began to have wrinkles, began to grow gray hair, he was old, when he was closer and closer to the Beibi Mountain......

"There are so many people, so many things, that have come and gone from my life, and I want to remember, but all of a sudden, I have blurred their descriptions in my memory......"

The road up the mountain was still rugged, and Liu Chen's footsteps were heavy, constantly stopping to breathe, and constantly enduring fatigue to take steps.

"You say, by the end of the story, I'm the only one who will die, how nice it would be!"

The old Buddha Lord and Beigong Yu slowly followed behind Liu Chen, looking at his back, and a trace of indescribable sadness suddenly rose in the entire Beibi Mountain.

"In the autumn of the sixteenth year of the Apocalypse, Brother Tong and the great monk said goodbye to me together...... But I missed the appointment, and for many years, I didn't dare to mention it, I was afraid that as soon as I mentioned it, those sorrows would make me lose the courage to continue living!"

“......”

"I remember that day, Wen Renhao pulled me in front of that campfire, and he asked me to give him a chance, a chance to make the child proud...... I missed the appointment again, do you know, at the gate of Lei City, I never dared to look into his eyes, I was afraid that if I saw it, I would regret it, regret not killing him in Huaqing Pool that year...... I'd rather I ruined everything for him!"

“......”

"In the Panlong Tower, Hao Infinity can not choose my ...... I don't blame him, I don't hate him, how I wish he could live like a dog in this world, even if it's all sad, it's always good to live!"

“......”

"My father died because of me, and my mother died because of me...... Even now, I don't know what my son looks like, whether he is tall or short, fat or thin, whether he is more like me or more like jade, will he be proud of me......?

“......”

"Liu Tibetan soldiers!" When the old tears were rampant, Liu Chen raised his face full of ravines, let it cry like rain, and let it enter the eyes cloudy, "The son of a bitch, he didn't say goodbye to me, hahaha...... I know, I know, he wants to be a hero...... Liu Daxia, which mountain and river in your town!"

“......”

"Hahaha...... He blew himself up!" Turning around, looking back at the complexity on the face of the old monk of Beigong Yuhe, Liu Chen smiled stupidly, and cried: "You say, where should I bury him?"

“......”

"Beigong Yu, why are you always late...... When you saved my father, you were late, but now that Lao Liu has fallen, you are still late!" trembling and stretching out his hand, Liu Chen gently stroked Beigong Yu's pale and cold face, "Hehe, it's just that when I saw you, I almost forgot what your sister looked like...... Will she miss me, or will she hate me and leave her with nothing in the end?"

“......”

Turning around again, all familiar figures suddenly appeared in front of Liu Chen's eyes, Lu Xiu, Liu Bai, Yun Yang, Mo Qinghan, Bliss, as well as Liu Fengfeng, Liu Shayun, Qingyang Lao Dao...... And so on those legendary masters of the various ethnic groups in the Eastern Continent.

After a tragic battle, the extraterritorial demons who did not have Yu Taixuan were finally all cut down in Beibi Mountain......

It's just that no matter how hard Liu Chen tries, he can't find the person he is looking forward to the most in the crowd of people who are all injured, and after a long time, Liu Chen smiled again, smiled and moved forward.

"I hate to say goodbye, you stay!"

"Yi'er!" When Liu Chen staggered out a long way, Liu Bai suddenly spoke up, shouted to stop Liu Chen's figure, and was silent for a long time, and the Sword Saint said very solemnly: "We are all proud of you!"

"Hmm!" Touching his chest with one hand, Liu Chen turned around and saluted everyone with great difficulty.

Those nostalgia, those warmth, flickered in Liu Chen's weather-beaten eyes from time to time, the distant mountains and flags fluttered, close to a glance of ten thousand years, the last time he turned back, Liu Chen grinned, looked at the old monk in the corner of the crowd, he raised his hand very hard, and pointed to the continuous red on the land of the Central Plains.

"Lord Buddha, you have asked me many times, the banner moves, the wind moves, or the heart moves?" The vacant left hand touched the wounded chest, and Liu Chen smiled again: "Now I understand, the flag moves with the wind, the wind moves with the heart, and the heart moves with the flag!"

"A-Mi-Buddha!"

......

I don't know how long I walked alone, Liu Chen reviewed the joys, sorrows and sorrows of his life, every time he stopped, he could also see the great rivers and mountains of the Eastern Continent from a distance through the dense green grass and trees, and the mountains and mountains were stacked with clouds and mist, covering the haze of the world in a timely manner.

That year, a spring rain fell in Chang'an.

That year, on the fragrant rice slope of weeping willows, the white fat girl in the white dress fluttered warmed the ignorant youth of the Fancheng rangers.

That year, the evening bell of Thousand Buddha Mountain, rippling with the fragrance of flowers in Los Angeles, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient road, the sunset, the most beautiful promise, sweet the first years on the bank of the Canglan River.

That year, there were old people who returned to the east with their swords, Chang'an was not a hometown, a hometown...... Autumn is strong.

That year, there was snow in the north, and there was a sword in the south...... (To be continued.) )