(PS: Today's first update, two more guarantees, strive for three more, the speed of writing a detailed outline in the past two days has decreased slightly, but it is also for the follow-up plot, I hope to understand, at most tomorrow one day, it can be completed.) ）

(PS: Regarding some questions in the recent book, I thought about it and made an answer.) ）

(PS: One.) Regarding why Xu Rang will be a greedy wolf, Su Changan will be a broken army. You can take a look at this question, the relationship between the greedy wolf and Tianshu, and the relationship between shaking the light and breaking the army.

Two. Who is the climber at the end of Book 4, see the Light in Chapter 77 of Book 3.

Three. When did Xu Rang become a greedy wolf star, see Chapter 32 of Volume 4 for details of the fierce star greedy wolf.

Four. At the end of this chapter, if you have any doubts, see Book II, Chapter 14, Forgetting Love. ）

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A distant and peaceful voice with a strange rhythm finally sounded at this moment, in the dilapidated Taoist temple.

It was a tune.

Very nice tune. It's like a servant's low chant, and it's like a lover's gentle words.

And as this song sounded, pale green mist poured out from the jade flute next to Qingluan's mouth, drifting to Su Changan's side, enveloping his figure in it.

Su Changan, who was dying, felt an inexplicable warmth, as if he was in someone's arms.

Then, in the night sky above Qingluan's head, a cyan star slowly emerged, which bloomed in the night sky like a demon but not greasy, clean and uncommon green lotus.

Immediately after, a thread of silk stretched out from the star, like countless thin snakes intertwined with each other, constantly spreading towards the dim blood-colored star in the night sky.

In less than a few breaths, the thread stretched into the blood-colored star. Then, something poured into the blood-colored star from the cyan star along this silk thread.

Su Changan's pale face began to glow with ruddy colors at this moment, and the eyes that he closed when he was dying slowly opened at this time.

He couldn't help but have some doubts, he was about to die, his body and his soul could not withstand the power of the underworld between heaven and earth, just as he had heard, his body was buried on the earth, and his soul returned to the sea of stars. And he is indeed ready to die.

But why did he wake up again?

With such a question, he looked at Qingluan.

The girl was holding a jade flute, playing slowly, and the sound of the flute was accompanied by a pale green mist coming from the jade flute.

And it was these fogs and the sound of flutes that forcibly pulled Su Changan back from his dying.

Before Su Changan could ask Qingluan how he did it, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the jade flute in Qingluan's hand, and as she continued to play such a tune, the cracks on it began to increase, dense, as if it would shatter at any time.

Su Changan's heart was shocked, he seemed to realize something, he suddenly looked up at the sky, there was a cyan star in the night sky slowly sending something to his life star through a silk thread.

And with this kind of transportation, his dim life star gradually became luster, but the cyan star quickly dimmed and withered.

Although he didn't know what kind of secret method this was, Su Changan knew very well that this kind of spell that pulled him back from the brink of death would have to pay a great price, and it might even be a matter of exchanging his life!

At that moment, Su Changan struggled to stand up and shouted loudly at Qingluan, wanting to stop her from doing this.

But no matter how hard he tried, his body could not move a minute, and no matter what time he was, he could not make a sound from his throat.

He looked at Qingluan's increasingly pale face, and looked at the dimmer cyan star above his head, his heart became more and more anxious, and he even wanted to use the power of divine blood for the last time to stop such a thing from going on. But the divine blood in his body seemed to have been exhausted by two successive uses, and he fell into a short sleep again, no matter how he shouted, there was no response.

Just when Su Changan was in despair.

Qingluan suddenly noticed his behavior. Her eyes lifted slightly, looking at Su Changan, who was constantly opening her mouth at her but couldn't make any sound.

Her once dustless eyes are now full of joy and tenderness, indescribably moving.

But she still didn't mean to stop, the song in the jade flute was still ringing, the green mist was still wrapping Su Changan's body, and the green star was still sending something to Su Changan's life star along the silk thread.

Su Changan's face became more and more ruddy, and his lifeline gradually became brighter.

It's just that Qingluan's face turned pale, and the cyan star became more and more dim.

Su Changan was still struggling, but he still couldn't move and couldn't make a sound.

He could clearly feel the vitality pouring into his body, but he didn't have the slightest joy of escaping death, he felt terrible, as if some tarsal maggots were pouring into his body, so he couldn't avoid it.

He gradually gave up struggling, because he already knew that such a struggle was just useless work, and Qingluan would not stop until he completed this secret technique. Su Changan read this determination from her eyes.

Su Changan did not accept this gift calmly.

He felt as if he had some kind of curse on him.

All the people he cherished would always leave him in front of him for one reason after another, and they always met in a hurry in the sea of people, only to leave suddenly when he was unsuspecting.

If they are destined to separate, why should they meet.

Su Changan felt scared, sad, and even angry.

Why did he carry such a fate, why did you all have to leave.

Thinking like this, tears fell very unhappily.

This is a very shameful thing to say.

A man, at least Su Changan feels that he is a man, and shedding tears in front of a girl, especially the girl he likes a little, is indeed a very face-losing thing.

Su Changan, who realized this, sniffled and forced himself to hold back the tears rolling in his eyes.

At this time, the last syllable of that requiem song popped out, and the green mist that wrapped Su Chang'an's body suddenly surged towards Su Changan's body, and the silk thread connecting the two stars in the night sky also broke away with a crisp sound at this time.

The blood-colored star emitted a bright light and disappeared into the night sky.

It was not extinguished, but because Su Changan's realm had fallen and he could no longer maintain his life star, so he disappeared.

Su Changan's body was finally no longer imprisoned at this time, he hurriedly stood up, held Qingluan, who was about to fall to the ground, and asked anxiously, "Qingluan, are you okay?"

In fact, such a question is tantamount to nonsense.

Whether it was Qingluan's incredibly pale face or the star above her head that was about to go out, they were all telling Su Changan that Qingluan was going to die.

But he still wanted to ask, to get an answer that was completely different from what he had feared. Even if there is little hope, even if it is just lying to himself, he wants to ask.

Because he didn't want her to die, just as she didn't want him to die.

But Qingluan shook his head, but a smile appeared on his pale face. It was a look that rarely appeared on Qingluan's face, but it was inexplicably good-looking, which made Su Changan's heart tremble.

"You're alright. Qingluan said this, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became brighter and brighter. "It's wonderful. ”

Su Changan's head shook, he didn't know what was good.

She's going to die.

And he carried her life on his back and survived. But how can he live?

He opened his mouth to refute something, but in the end he could only let out a burst of crying.

Qingluan gave birth to her hand and placed it on his cheek.

Perhaps because the fate star was about to disappear, her hands were so cold, and Su Changan's heart was also cold.

She stared at the young man in front of her with his eyes, staring at this childish face, and something couldn't help but flicker in her eyes.

She lived three hundred years before she met him.

It should be a long, long time, long enough for the people living in this world to change their appearance, long enough to change dynasties, and things are not human.

But the sum of such long years is not as good as the short months with him.

Now, she's dying.

She wanted to say something, and indeed, she had a lot to say.

But she is not good at words after all, and at this juncture, the words that suddenly piled up in her chest did not know how to say it for a while.

So, after a brief silence, she said, "It's good to meet you. ”

The tears that Su Changan tried his best to wrap in his eyes finally burst out of the embankment at this moment, and they couldn't stop falling.

He shook his head, kept shaking his head, and said in his mouth: "Don't die, don't die, please, don't die." ”

He said this to many people.

For example, don't listen to the rain, such as Yuheng, and Chu Xifeng.

But in the end, they all left him.

Sometimes, many things, no matter how much your heart desires, how devout you pray, how much you let out a heart-rending roar. But the wheel of time is always relentless and fearless forward. After crushing your hopes, you will move forward again, never looking back for anyone.

Therefore, Qingluan's face became more and more pale, and the stars above his head became more and more dim.

A thread of silk began to emerge between the two.

That's her lifeline.

The mourners have sent the souls of countless stars, and they know the way to the sea of stars better than anyone else, and they don't need to worry about getting lost in the sea of stars. So, they don't need to be buried, or rather, they bury themselves.

"My hour is near. Qingluan looked at the silk threads that appeared in the starry sky as if she had a feeling, she smiled at Su Changan, she smiled very seriously, very hard, she wanted him to remember the way she smiled - she felt that she should be very beautiful like that.

A little bit of glass-like starlight began to emanate from her body, constantly drifting into the distance, Su Changan felt that the body of the person in his arms was getting lighter and lighter, and he tried his best to hug her, but he still couldn't stop the dispersion of those starlights.

"I'm sorry. I have to go. Qingluan used her last strength and said.

Her face was pale, but the smile on her lips was bright and moving.

Before closing her eyes, she finally understood something that had been bothering her for a long time.

In the snowy night of that year, why the swordsman could die calmly for his sister, she finally found the answer when she was dying.

For this, she closed her eyes contentedly.

And in the last moments before she lost consciousness, the boy's heart-rending roar rang out.

It was accompanied by a sky-high sword roar.

and, the light of a star spirit.

One, a inheritance star spirit given to him by a man who claimed to be his master.