Human death is like the withering of flowers, no matter how brilliant and extraordinary the past, there will be a day when it will turn into dust, if you can calmly face your own withering, perhaps, it is the highest cry of life.

The top of Qingcheng Mountain, even in early summer, is snowy and cold.

Xu Shan's clothes were thin, but he didn't feel the cold, he sat in front of the tombstone, gently wiping the snow on it.

"Han Shi, the old man in this life, thinking about the mystery of this heaven and earth, I want to say, if I take thought as a cultivation, even this Northern Xuanxing will not be able to keep me, if my thoughts can be inherited, I will be able to turn into a dragon, travel the galaxy, and finally break this world, take a look, what is it like outside this world. ”

"It's just that no matter how far I go, this heart is always here. Xu Shan looked at the tombstone with tenderness in his eyes.

"My Qing stayed here......"

After wiping the snow off the tombstone, Xu Shan stood up and said, "Is there any wine?"

Han Shi flipped his right hand in silence, and a wine jug appeared out of thin air, handed it to Xu Shan, Xu Shan took it, raised his head and drank it in a big gulp, being more heroic than a young man.

"The old man is a good drinker, but he gradually likes tea when he gets old, but today, the old man is not drunk and does not return. Xu Shan's hearty laughter echoed on the top of Qingcheng Mountain.

"Since Uncle Xu has this pride, I should accompany him to the end. A wine jug appeared in Han Shi's hand again, like this wine jug, there are still a lot of them in his storage bag, today, he is drunk.

Xu Shan glanced at Han Shi approvingly, if this matter was someone else, seeing him dying and old, he would definitely be dissuaded from him, but Han Shi would not, it was comfortable to talk to someone who understood.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, the two of them sat and drank bitterly, their figures were higher than the mountain, and there was only a lonely grave accompanying them.

On the ground, there were seven or eight empty wine jugs scattered, Xu Shan's face was ruddy, and he picked up a wine jug again and drank it.

After a long time, Xu Shan finally put down the wine jug, the wine in his eyes was very strong, he looked at the tombstone, silent.

"Do you know when this tombstone was laid?"

Xu Shan slowly closed his eyes, and there was a wet trace on his face, I don't know if it was a wine stain or a tear stain.

"You must think that after I left Qingcheng, she guarded hard and I didn't return, and I failed her, yes or no?"

"Fifty-three years ago, the old man left this Qingcheng precisely because this tombstone was erected by my own hands. Xu Shan looked up to the sky and laughed silently.

Han Shi's eyes flashed, this matter was indeed beyond his expectations, and over the years, even Ah Fu, who had been following Xu Shan, didn't know about it.

"The Qing in my name was not engraved on the tablet on that day, but was given to her when she was a teenager, but no one knows this secret except for the two of us, and others naturally think that we will always be Xu Qingshan and Lonely City, even our father and mother don't know. ”

"Since the age of thirteen, the names of the two of us have been quietly changed by us to Xu Shan and Lonely Qingcheng, and since then, I have suddenly opened my mind, and often have a sense of enlightenment, many things that ordinary people cannot understand and cannot touch, but in my opinion, it is very easy to see through its essence, and can even trace back to the roots, to explore deeper mysteries. ”

Gradually, I have a unique temperament, it seems that all the doubts hidden in this heaven and earth will be solved by me one by one, my eyes, with a sense of confidence that has no scruples about all things in heaven and earth, my thoughts are becoming more and more firm. ”

"But from that time on, her normally healthy body was constantly sick, but every time she pretended to be fine, and I never knew about it. ”

"It's ridiculous, I think my eyes are enough to see through the world, there is nothing that I can't see, it's ridiculous that I see too far, but I can't even see the people around me clearly. ”

"Finally, one day, her illness could no longer be hidden from me, and there was no way to recover from it. ”

"It was here that I married her, and it was here that I buried her with my own hands. There was a hint of trembling in Xu Shan's old voice.

He seemed to see that scene many years ago, and she said to him with a smile: "Brother Xu Shan, if one day I leave first, you will bury me on the top of that mountain, no matter where you go, as long as you come back to Qingcheng, you can see me as soon as you look up." ”

"I thought it was our destiny, but after fifty-three years, I really realized that this is really our destiny!"

"I thought that if I gave her the green, I also gave her my love, and she thought that she would leave my green and my love forever. ”

"We were right, but we were wrong!"

"This is Qingcheng, and here is related to Qingcheng. Xu Shan stared at Han Shi and said slowly.

In this gaze, the brilliance in Xu Shan's eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a faint gray blurred his eyes.

Xu Shan's face was pressed against the cold tombstone, and his slowly closed eyes could no longer be opened, but his smile bloomed again, just like the moment when they were in the sun.

"All living beings are in cause and effect, and this green is ...... Rim is also ...... Hey!"

Xu Shan's hand hung down and landed on the lonely grave, his face serene as if he was sleeping peacefully in intoxication.

A generation of emperors Xu Shan, return to the ruins!

The grave was no longer a lonely grave, and the two people who loved each other finally held hands again after many years.

Life and death can take away people's lives, but what they can't take away is only immortal love.

On the tombstone, the name of Xu Mountain is engraved!

Han Shi stood quietly, silently drinking wine, looking at the sky in the distance.

Xu Shan's departure, Han Shi had already predicted, he had experienced too much life and death parting in this world, but at this moment, there was still a wisp of irrepressible sadness, shrouded in the top of Qingcheng Mountain.

The green mountains are not old, because the snow is white, and the people are like mountains.

This mountain, the name of Xu Mountain!

"It turns out that this is the real non-drunk and no return!" Han Shi muttered as he looked at the tombstone quietly.

The wine in the storage bag had already been drunk by Han Shi, but he was not drunk at all, and there was an inexplicable brilliance in his bloodshot eyes from time to time.

In his heart, countless thoughts flashed, each thought, far or near, but it could not affect his state of mind.

There are only two words.

Green, robbery!

The two words that have been hidden in Han Shi's heart for many years, in the vein of the invisible fate, have always been wrapped around his fate like a curse.

Green, robbery!

Why, he wants to come to this Qingcheng, to the top of this Qingcheng Mountain.

Why, he met Xu Shan, the emperor who should have been called Xu Qingshan.

Why, there are blue characters in his beloved name, and even the creature in his boulder is also called Qingniu.

Why, Xuanyuan Wen came from Qingyunxing and lived in seclusion on Woniu Mountain for ten years.

Why, when he left Hanjia Village, his mother would put on a green shirt for him.

Why, the name of his obsession is also Shi Qing.

Why, back then, when he built the foundation, the condensed stone yuan liquid was cyan.

Why, back then, in the illusion of Dao Zhou, the leaves he liked were famous and green.

Why, of Dao Zhou's two drops of phantom blood, he chose the cyan one.

Why, his natal stone is a cyan stone harp?

Why, in his heart, there is a green candle, which will never be extinguished.

There are many, many more, and even Han Shi can't remember the cyan color, which constantly appears and disappears on the way of his cultivation, forming the outline of his fate.

Han Shi has a relationship with Qing, but at the same time, this Qing is also a catastrophe!

These two words, as early as in the Lost Land, Han Shi had already known the cause and effect from the Jun family, but he didn't expect to hear them again in the mouth of Emperor Xu Shan after many years.

But in Han Shi's memory, in fact, the first time he saw these two words, was in Qilongyu, in front of the temple in the misty valley, the word temple, suddenly turned into the word Qingjiao, and got into his eyes, but this happened very suddenly, and this memory seemed to have become extremely vague, which made Han Shi have a sense of uncertainty.

The word Qing Tribulation, when he came out of Xu Shankou, suddenly made Han Shi's heart have an indescribable conviction, but this conviction brought a kind of extremely heavy pressure.

The changes of the Tang clan in the Jin Kingdom back then, others didn't know about it, but Han Shi knew that it was Qingjiao, and the reason why he rushed back to Xuanyangmen from the abandoned place at the fastest speed was because of these two words.

Xu Shan used his life's experience to clearly tell Han Shi that this was an unavoidable fate.

Last time, Qingmei was lucky not to die, and even so, it took Han Shi more than two hundred years to find Qingmei.

If it weren't for him and Qingmei, both of whom had an extremely firm heart, they wouldn't have become fate.

On the way down the mountain, for the first time, Han Shi's footsteps stumbled a little, his figure was desolate, and in front of him was the invisible and untouchable fate, the green tribulation like the words of fate, turned into a hundred thousand mountains, and weighed heavily on his heart.

Xu Shan's departure did not alarm anyone, but there was another lock in front of the Xu family's old mansion.

The sound of striking iron in the center of the stone eyebrows is endless, but there is a faint sense of coldness in it, and the old man who often sits quietly in it, the honest middle-aged man who accompanies the old man, is no longer there.

Day after day, year after year, every year on the festival day of Xushan, there will be two figures standing there on the top of Qingcheng Mountain for a long time.

Qingmei stood beside Han Shi, quietly looking at the two names on the tombstone, thinking that for more than ten years, the old man who had been a teacher and friend with Han Shi had devoted his thoughts to Han Shi.

At this moment, she turned into the name on the stone tablet and slept here, and there were tears in her eyes unconsciously.

Between the temples of the green eyebrows, there are already silver wrinkles, which gradually appear on her face, making her look no longer traces of youth, but gradually aging.

Only her heart is still as delicate as a girl, since Uncle Xu left, over the years, she can feel that there is a wisp of difference in Han Shi's eyes when he looks at her, it is more hot pity and reluctance than back then, and the affection contained in it often makes her blush, turn around and walk away.

But behind that blazing feeling, Qingmei also saw the worry hidden in Han Shi's eyes, Han Shi seemed to be business as usual on the surface, but only his eyes couldn't deceive people.