In the green bamboo forest, there is a lonely grave.

Outside the bamboo house, there is a depressed figure.

It's been five years, and Ling Huheng has desperately numbed himself with wine, so that he no longer thinks about that day, the day the old Taoist priest died. Wu Zhen and Lin Jiandi guarded the grave of the silent Taoist for three years before they went down the mountain separately.

Wu Zhen became the head of the Holy Gate, but he never broke away from the lintel of the silent Taoist. A year ago, Wu Zhen and Nalan Ruoxue got married, and they finally got married.

The holy daughter Linglong, who lived in the green bamboo forest for almost a long time, took care of Ling Huheng's diet and daily life without any complaints. She knew that the death of the silent Taoist made it even more difficult for Ling Huheng to accept compared to the death of the god operator Du Sheng. Otherwise, Ling Huheng would not have been depressed for five years.

In the past five years, he has been unkempt, full of stubble, and full of alcohol, and it is difficult for people to contact the handsome and dashing and pretentious young man back then. The battle on the top of Gujian Mountain made Hu Heng a legend, but anyone who saw the legend would feel that it was not worthy of the name, after all, Ling Hu Heng's shape was too bad. If you throw it on the street, no one will think that it is a hero, that it is a beggar a little more.

In fact, in the past five years, there has not been a day when Ling Huheng has not lived in self-blame, if he had realized the true meaning of Tai Chi earlier, how could he let the silent Taoist burn the original spirit?

But he didn't think that if it wasn't for the silence of the Taoist who sacrificed himself to save others, how could he make Linghu Hengda come to his senses?

One drink and one peck, its own number of days. There are gains and losses, which is a wise saying.

But Ling Huheng just couldn't figure it out, why did his cultivation make the silent Taoist pay the price of his life?

Someone close to Linghu Heng. They all came to persuade Ling Hu Heng, but they made Hu Heng's eyes glazed. It seems to wake up and sleep, and it has no effect at all. Yao Lao also came to see it. only dropped one sentence: "Heart disease still needs heart medicine, and old decay can't do anything......"

Wu Zhen came to persuade him, but Ling Hu Heng seemed to be crazy, jumping and jumping, Lin Jiandi and Yan Feixia came to enlighten, but Ling Hu Heng was lifeless and did not respond at all. In the past five years, all those who care about him have tried anything, but it has not had any effect.

Linglong has no regrets. and still took care of him with all his heart. In fact, she wished that she would be so old in her heart, but she couldn't bear to make Hu Heng look like this. In her heart, this is the embodiment of Ling Huheng's responsibility and responsibility, and it is really a lover's eyes.

On this day, the Ancient Sword Sect received a message that the disciples of the Water Heaven Pavilion. Qi Yan is going to Kunlun Mountain to ascend to immortality. This is the first woman in Tianyu Continent to become an immortal in these years. For a while, the Tianyu Continent was full of discussions.

A few years ago, Xiong Heng. The tall and short old men all soared one after another, thanks to the breaking of the barrier between the Tianyu Continent and the Hell Realm, so that the spiritual energy would no longer be transported into the Hell Realm. The aura is abundant. Naturally, there are talented cultivators who soar to the sky. Becoming an immortal or something, naturally, is not a strange thing.

When Linglong talked about it with Lin Jiandi, who came to visit Ling Huheng. Ling Hu Heng's originally cloudy eyes revealed a light. Said weakly, "What did you say?"

Linglong was stunned for a moment, and then overjoyed: "Linghu Gongzi, you finally spoke!"

Lin Jiandi was also overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Ah Heng, you are finally sober!"

Ling Huheng ignored them, he faintly felt that there was something very important in his heart, but he couldn't remember it, and asked again, "What were you talking about just now?"

Lin Jiandi said with a smile: "We are talking about a woman from Shuitian Pavilion who wants to become an immortal, and this matter has caused a sensation in the Tianyu Continent. Shuitian Pavilion is an unborn sect, and it is extremely rare to be able to produce a heroic and beautiful talent......"

Ling Huheng's voice was hoarse, and he asked, "That woman, what's her name?"

Linglong seemed to know something, hesitated for a moment, and wanted to speak, but was preempted by Lin Jiandi: "It seems to be called Qi Yan." ”

Ling Huheng muttered: "Ji Yan? It seems to be so familiar, slowly, I seem to have heard it somewhere." ”

He patted his head, which was sluggish due to excessive drinking, and suddenly came to his senses: "You mean, Shui Tiange is overseas?"

Lin Jiandi was stunned and said: "Yes, Shuitian Pavilion has been hidden, I thought Ah Heng you knew, after all, you flew overseas alone back then......

Ling Huheng had already remembered, who was Ji Yan, wasn't she the person he had been waiting for! He blurted out: "Ji Yan is Shuang'er, I want to see her, I can't let her leave like this......

The guess became a reality, although Linglong forced herself to laugh, but who knows the sourness in her heart? Linglong stopped him and said: "Linghu Gongzi, you look like this now, even if Miss Yang sees you, she can't recognize it, you can sort it out first, with your cultivation, Kunlun Mountain is just a matter of an instant......"

Linghu Heng also came to his senses, he looked at Linglong a little apologetically, and said in a deep voice: "Linglong, all these years, thanks to you, I ......"

Linglong had tears in her eyes, and stopped him from continuing: "Go quickly, otherwise Miss Yang will soar ......" After saying that, she pushed Ling Huheng out, but she left tears in her eyes.

Ling Huheng apologized, and said in his heart: "Linglong I'm sorry, no matter what, I have to give you a future......" Thinking of this, he quickly shaved his beard, took a bath, changed his clothes, picked up the fairy sword that he hadn't used for five years, and flew to Kunlun Mountain.

On Kunlun Mountain, on the flying platform, a shadow is looking forward to the people in my heart coming. The face is as pure as the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains, and the white clothes can't hide the dusty temperament. It is the disciple of Shuitian Pavilion, Zhen Yan, and Yang Zhishuang.

And flying off the stage, the voices were boiling. Everyone in the Tianyu Continent knew that the first woman who was about to ascend appeared, and everyone rushed to see it first. Fortunately, Yang Zhishuang has already survived the Heavenly Tribulation of Immortals, otherwise there are so many people, and no one will be able to escape from the Heavenly Tribulation.

Yang Zhishuang did this on purpose, and what she wanted was for Ling Huheng to come in person, which could be regarded as her little woman's side. She has long recalled the past, and she has lived by memories for five years. If she didn't have this belief, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to support it.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't see his sweetheart appear, and Yang Zhishuang couldn't help but sigh lightly. At this time, the sky was overcast, just shrouded in the ascension platform.

Just as a connecting light was shining, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky, shouting, "Frost, you can't go!"

Yang Zhishuang looked at that person happily and flew in front of her, her young face was the same as before, but it was the vicissitudes of many years.

She looked at Ling Huheng affectionately and said, "You're finally here......"

......

"Grandpa, is this the story of you and your grandmothers?" Several milky voices interrupted the old man's memories, and the old man touched the heads of several little dolls, smiled kindly, and said nothing.

And in the room, two voices came out: "Ah Heng, do you dare to say it again, believe it or not, we will make you kneel on the washboard tonight?"

The old man sighed: "There is a tigress in the house, not only one, but two ......"

There are two shadows walking out of the room, at first glance, it looks like a girl back then, but it has a more mature charm......

(End of the book) (To be continued.) )