"Brother-in-law..." Xiao Qing looked at the place where the white-haired old man disappeared, with a trace of tears in his eyes. Others may not understand, but how could she not know. Over the past thousand years, my brother-in-law has put in so much effort to collect these 100,000 merits and do one good deed every day.
Moreover, to break the seal of Leifeng Pagoda, not only one hundred thousand merits are needed, but also the lifelong immortal power of a true immortal in the immortal world. The brother-in-law is only one step away from becoming an immortal, and he will definitely take this step on the day when the seal is broken. But if this lifelong immortal power is dissipated when the foundation is unstable, I am afraid that I will not survive for three days.
At this time, Xiao Qiuhan was relieved of his previous boredom. With a smile on his face, he headed towards the burial place of Yun Mengxue. Approaching the sea of flowers, Xiao Qiuhan saw a white-haired man standing quietly in front of the tombstone.
Xiao Qiuhan took a closer look and saw that this person's appearance and clothing were consistent with his master. Only when he saw his face did he realize that this person was undoubtedly the Sword Immortal Yun Mengchen. But he never thought that the master's long black hair would turn snow-white at this moment.
"Master, your hair..." Xiao Qiuhan hesitated, but there was a trace of helplessness in his heart. Master is about forty years old. His long hair, which was originally black, is now completely white. If he hadn't been extremely sad, how could his hair turn into white hair.
"It doesn't matter." Yun Mengchen waved his hand and smiled slightly, as if he didn't care. He looked at the words Yun Mengxue on the tombstone with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
He didn't care about the long hair that turned white in an instant. Maybe the change in hair color also represented the beauty's departure. Or it might mean that his originally fiery heart has become silent forever. Maybe this moment of youth is just a fleeting moment. Although I am not old yet, my head is gray first. I don't regret meeting and leaving at the place where we parted. I just regret that the memory is too hasty.
Although we are not destined to be together in this life, we do not regret getting to know him. Everything is fate, everything is God's will, as if God made a joke with Yun Mengchen.
Who would have thought that the lover joining hands in the world would be his long-lost biological sister. When the truth comes, they can only hide their love deep in their hearts. One person became a nun and the other person wielded a sword to the end of the world. Maybe if we have scriptures and swords by our side every day, we can forget each other.
In fact, sometimes, the more you want to forget someone, the harder it is to forget it. The more you distract yourself, the more you try to forget the other person. But any clues or disturbances, as long as there is a slight connection with the other party, will remind you of the past again.
No matter it has been ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years, when the person who has been haunted by dreams appears again. At that moment, everything will be broken. Because some people, no matter how long has passed or how deeply they are hidden, can never be forgotten.
"If it had been at the beginning, I would have known that she would die in depression and never forget it until her death. Why should I seek immortality and seek the ultimate in swordsmanship to deceive myself into forgetting you. I will accompany you through this journey. The rest of the way, even if I can't be married to you."
Yun Mengchen slowly drank the turbid wine in the pot, touched the tombstone with his body, and murmured: "Axue, I have to leave. I will come to see you next year." He smiled bitterly, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes, but in his heart The beautiful lady has long since turned into withered bones in the grave.
After saying this, Yun Mengchen was ready to leave with Xiao Qiuhan, but at this time he stopped. He stared at the sky not far away with a solemn expression, as if there was something in the empty void.
"Haha, you are worthy of the immortal sword Yun Mengchen, but this perception is inferior to ordinary people." A burst of hearty laughter came from the ears, and a white-haired old man appeared in the air.
"Senior, is that you?" It turned out that this person was the white-haired old man Xiao Qiuhan had just met on the bank of the West Lake.
"Haha, little friend, we meet again. I'm so presumptuous, don't blame the Sword Immortal, I am Xu Xian. I have admired the name of the Sword Immortal for a long time, and when I saw him today, he is indeed extraordinary." Xu Xian said with a slight smile.
When Yun Mengchen heard this, he was slightly stunned. There seemed to be no such person in his memory. But this person's cultivation level is not inferior to his own. How could there be such a master in the world? Judging from Xiao Qiuhan's reaction, he seemed to know this person.
Xu Xian seemed to know what Yun Mengchen was thinking. He smiled slightly, then walked on the clouds and wind in the void, slowly walking down. There seemed to be a staircase under his feet that could not be seen by others. This graceful figure floating freely and leisurely in the air, as if he were a god, was astonishing.
"Qiuhan?" Yun Mengchen looked at Xiao Qiuhan with a trace of questioning in his eyes. Xiao Qiuhan briefly told the story of how he met Xu Xian on the bank of the West Lake. But when he met Ao Fei'er on the boat, he only briefly mentioned that the two of them were friends through music, and were close friends with each other, playing the piano and flute in harmony.
Not long after, Xu Xian also came to the two of them. Yun Mengchen smiled and cupped his hands slightly. Xu Xian's cultivation level is not inferior to his own, and he also shows kindness to Xiao Qiuhan. Yun Mengchen also has good intentions towards Xu Xian.
"The name of the Sword Immortal is as loud as thunder. When I see him today, he is indeed well-deserved." Xu Xian returned the favor with his hand in hand.
"I once thought that in today's human world, except for my sworn brother Leng Yuxuan, I was invincible. I never thought that when I met Senior Xu today, I realized how ridiculous my previous thoughts were."
Yun Mengchen has a high level of cultivation, and he can tell at a glance that although the person in front of him is not afraid of himself, it is not easy to win. This person's cultivation is so profound that he is probably only one step away from being a true immortal in the world of mortals. This person has been practicing for nearly a hundred years at least. Compared with his own cultivation over the past few decades, it is not an exaggeration to call him "senior".
"Sword Gods and Sword Immortals are both famous all over the world. I have heard about it for a long time, but I have never been able to see it. In terms of cultivation, I may be slightly better than you, but compared to your understanding of swordsmanship, I am not even a star behind. Although I You are much older, but at your age, I am just like an ordinary mortal. If I were to fight with you now, I would not have the confidence to win, haha."
"I have been fighting swords for more than 20 years, but I never thought that there are masters like Senior Xu in the human world. The so-called sword immortals and sword gods are just a joke. I am afraid that the real peerless masters are like Senior Xu. Living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, concentrating on cultivation, I don’t care about these false claims of being the best in the world.”
"Who can know how many peerless masters are hidden in this vast world of mortals? Just like you and me, although we are already peerless masters who look down upon the world of mortals, they may be nothing more than a drop in the ocean." Xu Xian paused slightly, but said: Got the intention. "I came here today because I have something to ask for, and I hope that the Sword Immortal will fulfill my wish."
"Senior, you are very polite. You might as well explain clearly what you are talking about." Yun Mengchen was a little confused. Although this person had the kindness to give advice to Xiao Qiuhan, it was only his first acquaintance. The two of them have similar cultivation levels, but they don't know what Xu Xian wants, and he needs to do it himself.
