The summit of Mount Qingcheng is not large, but it is inaccessible, just because it is covered with snow all year round, and there is no mountain path to climb.

Turning over the last rock, the two of them were greeted by a small platform, on one side of the platform, near the edge, by a lonely grave covered in snow.

"Here, there is a person who has been waiting for me all my life, and this person is my wife. Xu Shan sat in the snow by the grave, took out two wine glasses, took the wine jug from Han Shi's hand, and filled the wine glasses.

Xu Shan picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and then, he stared at the tombstone for a long, long time.

"Do you want to drink this glass of wine with me?" Another glass of wine was slowly sprinkled by Xu Shan in front of the grave, and there was a hint of softness in his words that had never been before.

In that softness, there is a trace of sadness separated by yin and yang, a wisp of helpless pain, and a guilty wound.

"I said, I will accompany you in this Qingcheng, from birth to death. ”

"Now, I'm back. In the corners of Xu Shan's eyes, there were two lines of tears, which fell, dripping on the snow, melting the cold a little.

Han Shi stood aside, quietly watching Uncle Xu's self-talk, and a wisp of empathy rose in his heart, on this peak of a thousand people, what he saw was the leisurely nature of heaven and earth, but he also saw that between people, the one who was controlled by the way of heaven, the one who couldn't help himself...... Life.

A sense of anger that had been hidden in Han Shi's heart for many years diffused, and a green light flashed in Han Shi's eyes, and his cold gaze looked at the endless distance.

There will be a battle between him and the Heavenly Dao.

"I know, why you refuse to leave Qingcheng, just because you are worried, leaving here, without Qing, there will be no love in your heart, you would rather wait here alone than lose my love. ”

"Ahem, cough, you know, I will be worried about ......" Xu Shan took a big sip of wine and coughed constantly.

"You must think that I forgot, but in fact, I have always remembered your words in my heart and never forgotten them. ”

"The heart is green, it is love. Xu Shan's eyes showed a state of reminiscence, sadness and joy, which appeared on his face, and then, there was an interweaving.

Han Shi's heart was shocked, savoring this sentence carefully, feeling the indescribable taste in it, an indestructible feeling, as if he had crossed endless years, came to this Qingcheng, and finally stayed.

Just because, the heart is green, then love!

This is Qingcheng, and there is Qingcheng here.

What is Cyan?

What is Cyan?

"Cheng'er, wait for me, it won't take too long, until I have my wish, I will come to you, the name of Qingcheng Mountain, with us sleeping here, there will be no more omissions. Xu Shan's voice revealed a trace of exhaustion, and an undisguised joy, which was the desire for death.

Han Shi's brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced at the tombstone, but he didn't speak.

On the tombstone, three words are engraved...... Lonely City.

Xu Shan smiled indifferently, drank all the wine in the pot, and after taking a long breath, he looked at Han Shi, and the sadness in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a wisp of wisdom and calmness.

"I married her by the belly, and even our names, from that moment on, were like this Qingcheng Mountain, as long as this mountain is there, the fate between us will be eternal and eternal. ”

"My surname is Xu, her surname is Lonely, my name is Qingshan, and she is known as Cheng. ”

"When I put her in my heart, we can walk hand in hand to Baishou like this snow-covered Qingcheng Mountain. ”

"It's just that when I realized the thought of heaven and earth and wanted to take her out of Qingcheng, Cheng'er preferred to stay here and wait quietly for my return. ”

"I left the green character to her, and since then, my name has been Xu Shan, and there is also an extra green character in her name......"

"She left my green and my love ......"

"Han Shi, one day your Uncle Xu will be gone, and you will be bothered to bury me and her here. ”

"Just use... The name of Xu Mountain, Qingshan, can no longer go back. Xu Shan looked back and glanced at the tombstone.

Han Shi nodded, followed Uncle Xu's footsteps, followed the way he came, and walked step by step, until he returned to Shimeiju, Xu Shan never looked back.

On the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Xu Shan and Ah Fu were still in Shimei Ju, spending time with Han Shi and his wife, and only Han Shi could see that Uncle Xu's Hua hair had a few silver threads added.

Year after year, the passage of time is like a great river going east, never going back, and five years have passed in a flash.

In the center of the stone eyebrows, Xu Shan squinted his eyes slightly, listening to the familiar sound of striking iron, his face was much older than five years ago, and when he walked, it was not the same as in the past, and it became a little sluggish.

It's just that Xu Shan's eyes have become brighter and brighter, in the past five years, he has taught Han Shi a lot, but he has also learned a lot from Han Shi's body, and under the confirmation, the fire of enlightenment in his heart is burning more and more.

Now, the brilliance in his eyes is like a deep galaxy, and he can see through the confusion of this world.

Xu Shan looked at the middle-aged man next to him who was striking iron, with contemplation in his eyes, if he could see through everything, but only Han Shi, he still couldn't see through, this person was like a bottomless abyss, whenever Xu Shan thought he had seen the end, he soon found that there was a sea area that he had never seen before.

This year is the fifteenth year that Han Shi and Qingmei have come to Qingcheng, and Xu Shan has also returned to the old house for ten years.

The middle-aged man is naturally Han Shi, and his face is naturally changed with supernatural powers, otherwise, in fifteen years, his face has not changed by half a point, even if the neighbors around him are clumsy, they will see that something is wrong.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman walked out of the backyard of Shimeiju and brought Xu Shan a pot of hot tea.

"Uncle Xu, you are so old, you can rest a little more in the morning. The middle-aged woman is Qingmei, and her face is no longer as delicate as it was back then, but has traces of time.

"It's okay, Uncle Xu, I just need to listen to the sound of Han Shi striking iron, and everything will be fine. Xu Shan held the teapot and said with a smile.

Not long after, Ah Fu also came to the blacksmith shop, standing behind Xu Shan, over the years, Ah Fu has gradually learned some things, such as the Han blacksmith opposite, not an ordinary person, and it is very unusual, Mr. is there, there will be no danger.

Ah Fu was also happy to be like this, when the husband was not at home, he would clean up, and he would be a lot more numb, and when he was finished, he would go to the blacksmith shop and drink tea with the husband.

Time passed, and it was getting noon, and Han Shi, who had been silent all morning, suddenly put down the hammer in his hand, and his brows furrowed slightly.

At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, under the huge archway engraved with the word Qingcheng, a figure flashed, this person looked at the word Qingcheng, there was a cold killing machine in his eyes, and after a cold snort, this person disappeared again.

The figure of this person appeared in a mountain street in Qingcheng, and the people nearby only felt a breeze blowing, but no one noticed that the man in black standing in the mountain street appeared out of thin air, they did not see the man in black, but vaguely felt that this person seemed to be standing there.

The black-clothed monk's face was calm, this Qingcheng was not big, just a few breaths, his spiritual sense swept through the city, and the person he was looking for was indeed not dead.

The blackfriar walked along, his figure slowly blending into the flow of people, and soon vanished.

After a while, the figure of the black-clothed monk appeared in front of Shi Meiju, his calm face, there was a hint of murderous flash, he glanced at Han Shi standing in front of the stove, sneered, and walked into the blacksmith shop.

Xu Shan looked at the black-clothed monk who walked in, his expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected it, but Ah Fu, who was standing behind him, showed horror on his face, he recognized this person, this person in the imperial capital had intended to assassinate Mr., at that time, if it were not for the protection of several supernatural monks, Mr. was afraid that he would have died in the hands of this person, and he didn't think that ten years later, this person would have chased him here from thousands of miles, obviously to kill them all.

As for the grievances between Mr. and this person, Ah Fu didn't know and wouldn't ask, he only knew that if Mr. was in danger, he would die in front of Mr. even if he died.

Thinking of this, Ah Fu's hand, which trembled slightly from fear, gradually recovered, he took a few steps forward, stood in front of Xu Shan, pointed at the black-clothed monk, and shouted: "Mr. has already said goodbye, you, what do you want?"

The blackfriar's face flashed with impatience, and with a wave of his big sleeves, Ah Fu was hit hard, spurting blood, and immediately took a few steps back, but he happened to sit on the stool, unable to move, but he did not fall.

The black-clothed monk frowned, with his status, he made a move on a mortal, and he had already folded his identity, but now it was not good to shoot again, so he had to let this person go, but this matter is not important, he came today to take Xu Shan's life, as long as Xu Shan is dead, the life or death of the rest of the people is irrelevant.

As for why this person only vomited blood under his wave, but did not die on the spot, this question was temporarily suppressed in his heart, and at the moment, the most important thing is to kill Xu Shan.

"I haven't seen you for ten years, Qin Chong, haven't you understood it yet?" Xu Shan looked at the black-clothed monk and sighed.

The black-clothed monk named Qin Chong put his hands behind his waist, and his face showed disdain, "Xu Shan, I said that within ten years, if you don't die, I will take your life." ”

"Why?" Xu Shan slowly stood up, his expression revealing majesty.

"Just because the old man was outspoken and mentioned the inappropriateness of your artistic conception, you held a grudge and swore that I would not die for a day, and you would not set foot in the realm of agility for a day, you said, yes or no?" Xu Shan's eyes flashed with a hint of hatred that iron is not steel.

The aura on Xu Shan's body soared into the sky at this moment, turning into a strong mental impact, and when the black-clothed monk heard this, he involuntarily took a step back before coming back to his senses.

But it was this step that suddenly made his face turn red, and his eyes showed a strong murderous intent, and he roared angrily at Xu Shan: "As a Yuanying Monk, how can you be a little mortal who can point fingers, what if you are an emperor, a mortal who dares to judge me in vain, there is only one end, and that is ...... Die. ”