Many people may ask, is it really worth going through ten lifetimes of reincarnation for a demon woman whom you have known and been with for only a few years? In fact, for many things, there is no question of whether they are worth it or not, only whether they are willing or not. Xu Xian can reincarnate for Bai Suzhen ten times and do good deeds for thousands of years. Naturally, Yun Mengchen doesn't want Xu Xian to fail even once.
Besides, he is also very disdainful of what the Immortal Lord has done. If you don't want to let Bai Suzhen go, just kill her. Why deceive Xu Xian, give others hope, but make people despair. Perhaps the Immortal Lord thought from beginning to end that Xu Xian could not collect these 100,000 merits, let alone have the opportunity to step into the realm of a true immortal.
"Thank you very much. It's just that I'm afraid I won't have the chance to repay the favor." Xu Xian smiled helplessly. Maybe he had already prepared to die this time.
"Brother Xu, you don't have to be polite. You should be happy to be reunited with your wife soon. But I may never have the chance to see Ah Xue again." Yun Mengchen slowly turned back and glanced at Yun Mengxue The tombstone has a hint of loneliness on its face.
A breeze blew by, blowing up his white hair. If there is a chance to see Yun Mengxue again, even if his heart is burned by the fire of karma a thousand times, and he is reincarnated for thousands of lives, Yun Mengchen will not hesitate at this time. However, the past will eventually be just memories, and old friends will eventually pass away with the wind. The beautiful lady never comes back and never sees each other again.
The two of them sighed at the same time, and were speechless for a moment. They were both heartbroken, heartbroken and infatuated people in the world. They are also all about being deeply in love, unable to extricate themselves, but enjoying it.
Not long after, Xiao Qiuhan opened his eyes, and saw a light flashing in his eyes. The insights he gained during this period also made some progress in his cultivation. Xu Xian's practice experience was deeply imprinted in his mind. If he wanted to fully understand it, it would probably take a long time.
"Since my little friend has woken up, it's time for me to say goodbye. I'll be at the Leifeng Pagoda in three days' time. I'll leave it to Brother Yun." When Xu Xian saw Xiao Qiuhan waking up, he was about to say goodbye and leave.
"Brother Xu, don't worry. I will show up to help you when the time comes. It's a pity that my sworn brother is not here. If he can help, no one can stop your thousand years of achievements unless the Immortal Lord comes in person." Yun Mengchen The adopted brother he mentioned was the sword god Leng Yuxuan, and he seemed to have absolute confidence in this adopted brother.
"I am lucky to have the help of the Sword God. How can I expect the Sword God to come in person. However, it is a pity in this life that I cannot get a glimpse of the Sword God." There was also a trace of regret in Xu Xian's words.
At this time, the bright moon is in the sky, and it is getting late. Three days later, at midnight, there will definitely be a fight between dragons and tigers under the Leifeng Pagoda. After Xu Xian left, Yun Mengchen glanced at Yun Mengxue's tombstone with nostalgia, then returned to the inn with Xiao Qiuhan to rest, spending the night without talking.
Early the next morning, after Yun Mengchen and Xiao Qiuhan had breakfast, they went out one after another. Yun Mengchen has not been to Hangzhou for a long time. He is here to visit old friends in Hangzhou, not to mention this. Xiao Qiuhan came to the bank of the West Lake by accident again, not knowing whether it was to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the West Lake or to see the beauty in his heart.
Today there are as many tourists as usual in the West Lake, and the banks of the West Lake are also very lively. A marriage tree stands on the bank of the West Lake. Its branches are lush and leafy, and red ribbons and bells are hung all over the treetops. A breeze blew by, and the bells of the marriage tree made a tinkling sound, which was sweet to the ears, as if they were singing.
I send my love thoughts under the marriage tree, and my love thoughts fill the treetops. Even if we are separated from each other, we should not forget each other. It is not in vain to get drunk after a dream. This tree full of bells reflects the longing of many infatuated children. Thoughts of lovesickness move with the wind, but I don’t know if the person on the other side knows?
Xiao Qiuhan walked slowly along the lake aimlessly. As we walked, we came to an ancient town on the bank of the West Lake. The ancient town is quiet and elegant, and the many antique-looking houses are well-proportioned, making people feel comfortable when they are there.
I saw an arch bridge not far away. Under the arch bridge, the river was clear and there were many koi carp swimming happily. On both sides of the river, there are many shops. The shouts of vendors, the noise of tourists, and the laughter and laughter come one after another, making it very lively.
The small bridge was flowing with water, and koi carp were swimming freely. Xiao Qiuhan climbed up the stairs, but on the opposite side of the arch bridge, there was a woman in yellow shirt coming towards him. The woman in yellow shirt has a white gauze covering her face, her figure is graceful, her eyes are like a pool of spring water, which is intoxicating. The person who came was none other than Ao Fei'er, who was playing the piano and flute with Xiao Qiuhan in the boat yesterday.
Neither of them expected to meet here, as if everything had its own destiny. The two approached slowly and met on the arch bridge. They looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing. Although Ao Fei'er had worries, the moment she saw Xiao Qiuhan, all her worries were thrown away.
The hustle and bustle on both sides of the Taiwan Strait seemed to be still at this moment, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment. The two looked at each other, and a different kind of emotion spread at this moment. Two of them, one wearing white clothes and a jade flute on his waist, looked handsome. One person is wrapped in a yellow shirt and his face is covered with white gauze. He is mysterious yet charming. They stood on the arch bridge, like a pair of beautiful people, which was enviable.
"Miss Ao, we meet again." But it was Xiao Qiuhan who smiled slightly and started talking first.
"Yes, Mr. Xiao, it's a coincidence that we meet again." Ao Feier's sweet voice came, still so sweet and charming, making people yearn for it.
The two of them stood side by side on the arch bridge, looking at the flowing water under the small bridge and the scenery of the ancient town, feeling peaceful in their hearts. This feeling of mutual peace of mind is indescribable and unclear, as if it happened inadvertently.
At this time, it started to drizzle, and Ao Feier took out the oil-paper umbrella she carried with her and handed it to Xiao Qiuhan. Xiao Qiuhan took it casually and held up an oil-paper umbrella to block the drizzle for Ao Feier.
Taking the umbrella, handing the umbrella, and holding the umbrella, all these actions seem so harmonious and casual. Although the two met for the second time, it seemed as if they had been together for a long time, and there was no sense of awkwardness or disharmony at all.
A quiet ancient town, small bridges and flowing water, drizzle and breeze, and beautiful women with bamboo umbrellas. When combined, these scenes create the most beautiful picture. The two stood quietly, enjoying the warmth of this moment with each other. Their two hearts were slowly approaching each other unconsciously at this moment.
It's just that the so-called beauty will not exist forever. At this time, there was a noise from not far away. The noise was the sound of some men shouting and cursing, and there was a hint of whining mixed in with the shouting and cursing. The whining sound was so helpless, as if the owner of the sound was suffering from pain at the moment.
Xiao Qiuhan and Ao Feier looked at each other and knew what the other was thinking. At this time, it was still drizzling. Xiao Qiuhan held an oil-paper umbrella and walked towards the noisy place with Ao Feier.
