The bright moon sits on the ground

Xu Lang didn't know how he got back to Kunlun.

He stepped into Langfeng Cen in a daze, closed the door, and the formation suddenly appeared, blocking out the evil spirits that tried to get in. , After all, he refused to return his innocence.

Xu Lang threw himself on the mattress, stared blankly at the beam for a while, and then took out a talisman that had long been useless from his bosom, and a maple leaf the size of a palm, with protruding lobes. Rubbing in his palm, it brought a slight pain.

At this time, maybe a good cry would be a pleasure, but his eyes were sore, but it was like a dry desert, and he couldn't shed tears.

He obviously didn't drink, but he was so drunk that he couldn't straighten up no matter what, so he simply slumped on the bed, and was afraid that he would crush the old talisman and the maple leaf that was still stained with the smell of vegetation. Put these two things on the chest.

Those two things were not heavy, they were placed on his chest, they rose and fell with his breathing, but they made him unable to breathe.

Xu Lang knew clearly,? He didn't have a legitimate identity, so he couldn't easily show himself in front of the world, and he couldn't tell them his name, let alone tell the descendants of the Tian family. He was actually the master of the head of the Tian family.

Just like when the body of the great apprentice was put into the coffin, Xu Lang just watched from a distance and remained silent.

He is a person who shouldn't exist in this world. The fewer people who have seen him with their own eyes, the better, and the fewer people who know him, the better.

When the descendants of the Tian family followed the trail all the way and saw the Patriarch of the Tian family who had disappeared, they were shocked and turned their heads to ask the mysterious old man, but found that he had long since disappeared. Can't figure anything out.

And Xu Lang pressed the flowing pattern on the skirt, the light of the dagger appeared, hiding his figure, he stepped back step by step, quietly, out of their sight, and stood in the darkness under the shade of the tree , like an ancient stone statue standing alone.

After the wind and rain, several degrees of heat, and several degrees of cold winter, the stone statue still stands there and stares at the world without saying a word.

Xu Lang lay on the bed for a while, not knowing whether he was asleep or not. In short, he closed his eyes and opened them again, and his consciousness returned. It's a heart-piercing pain.

The voices outside the door gradually died down, perhaps those beasts hidden in the evil energy also knew that they could not take advantage of it, and left angrily.

He got out of bed, stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, pulled out a bronze mirror from the cabinet, and turned the mirror to himself.

The person in the mirror is getting old and approaching his twilight years. The corners of his eyes are slightly drooping. When he moves his gaze, a few conspicuous wrinkles move like fish. The shadows of the past can be seen sporadically between his eyebrows. Xu Lang only feels that the person in the mirror has An indescribable strangeness, not like him, but like someone else, the sunken eye socket filled with a pool of cold autumn, with unspeakable pain.

How old is he this year?Xu Lang tried his best to remember, but he didn't know where to start, he didn't even know what year it was.

It turned out that he had become so old.He looked at the person in the mirror and thought, he often wakes up from his dream in the middle of the night, and the misty sunlight outside the window has not broken through the clouds. Inconvenient, he thought it was because he hadn't been exercising recently; before the rain fell, his knees would ache faintly, and he also thought it was an illusion.

Xu Lang is not someone who is unwilling to face the reality, he just marvels at the passing of time, it turns out that the world has changed a long time ago.

He has always been indifferent to his own changes, and failed to realize that the cruel time has left deep marks on him, which is a matter of common sense.And what about Liang Kunwu and Pojun Xingjun?They would meet each other every once in a while. It was impossible for these two gods not to notice the changes in him, but why didn't they mention it?Xu Lang was a little puzzled.

The headache was severe, and the turbulent emotions swept him in silence again. Xu Lang pinched his brows lightly. After thinking for a while, he quickly made a decision. Instead of thinking wildly here alone, it is better to go to Liang Kunwu directly understand.

Walking down the familiar path and crossing that boundary, he left the evil spirit trailing behind him and stepped into the Ten Thousand Weapons Formation.

The weapons in the array of thousands of weapons hummed softly. However, when Xu Lang walked by, those weapons did not respond, they just hung in mid-air, motionless. He even had the illusion that they were staring at him coldly. With the evil spirit outside the formation.

In the Kunlun Palace, as usual, the Kunlun Immortal was standing in the middle of the hot air forging weapons, the hammer was beating again and again, and the forged weapons were put into the cold water by him, making a screeching sound, steaming The white mist coiled and crawled.

"I'm back." Xu Lang coughed twice, suddenly felt a pang of sadness, and the soreness in his throat was unbearable. He didn't say anything, but it seemed that he had said everything, "Liang Kunwu—look at me, you Do you think I am too old?"

Hearing this, Liang Kunwu stopped what he was doing, turned his head, looked at Xu Lang with a flat gaze, looked him up and down from head to toe, and said, "It stands to reason that any god in the sky should be older than you. Long, let alone compared with me."

"No." Xu Lang pointed to the wrinkles on his face, rolled up his cuffs again, exposed the light brown spots on his arms, and turned them over so that Liang Kunwu could see clearly, "The appearance of a fairy will not change with time. Time passes and changes, but mortals are different. Look at me, I am not young anymore, I am in my twilight years, and the various organs in my body are gradually shrinking, like decaying branches and leaves..."

"Xu Lang." Liang Kunwu put down the hammer in his hand, landed on the table, and made a crisp sound, "The gods in the sky are not born like ordinary people, but are made of jade and molded with spiritual energy. The aura is blended, so the appearance of the offspring is also similar to it."

"So, we don't identify everyone by skin, we identify by aura, and more specifically, by soul."

They can't see the traces of the years, whether it is a young man or an old man, in their eyes, there is almost no big difference.

Xu Lang seemed to be suddenly discouraged, exhaled slowly, and said with emotion: "I only realized today that time has passed so fast, and I am no longer the young man I was back then. He is an old man in the eyes of others."

There is another point that he failed to say: time is cruel, a merciless executioner, flowing down without stopping, and deliberately staying on the dangerous shoal for a long time.He had known for a long time that he would watch the disciples die one after another with his own eyes, but he did not expect it to come so fast and so suddenly that he was caught off guard and even couldn't accept the tragic scene for a while.

Liang Kunwu stared at Xu Lang, was silent for a while, and said, "I can't see that you are getting older, not because I can't see the difference, but because, even though your skin is old, your soul is still young."

"However," he raised his hand and pointed to the void in front of him, "I can make your years last forever."

Xu Lang felt that the place where the dagger stayed had a scalding temperature, like a ball of flames, flowing through his blood, spreading to all his limbs, gouging out his bones, it was a very strange feeling , rather than pain, it was more itching, like a scabbed scar growing new flesh—his lips trembled, and he asked, "Do I still have the right to choose?"

"Actually, when you read the scroll that Bai Xuan left for you, you have already made your choice. Perhaps earlier, when you left Kunlun, but returned here when the heavens were destroyed, you had already made a choice." I have made a choice." Liang Kunwu said, "I know what you are thinking, Xu Lang, you have been refusing to drink the nectar that Chu Lang left for you, because you do not want to be restrained, and you do not want to break away from your mortal status. However, You also realize that your body is gradually aging, and it will eventually fail one day."

"What you are afraid of is not your old age. In the final analysis, you are afraid that the day when you face a choice is getting closer."

Before Liang Kunwu said this, Xu Lang intentionally or unintentionally ignored this point, but after he said it, Xu Lang had to admit that what Liang Kunwu said was right, he was indeed afraid.He knew how long it would be before he left this world, and he was by no means the kind of person who would spend all his energy trying to live on. Birth, old age, sickness and death were common things, and when that day came, he would face it calmly.

However, if that day comes and he passes away, what should the fairy world do?How does he fulfill his promise?

Xu Lang tried his best to maintain his status as a mortal. He has no ties to this world. If he even abandons the last layer of his identity as a "mortal", then what should he use to prove that he has been to this world and has been in this world? Treat it as a homeland?

Those he knew and those who knew him will eventually leave one after another. The world is so big that there is no place for him to hide.

Only the status of "mortal" can make him feel so relieved when he sets foot on the rivers and mountains of the world.

Xu Lang thought blankly, if even his most cherished things were stripped away, what would he have left to miss?

Liang Kunwu saw Xu Lang's expression was cloudy and uncertain, and knew that he was fighting with him, so he turned over his palm and pressed down slowly. The hot tide faded in an instant, as if it had never appeared before, and disappeared. He said: "Chu Lang wants to give Your godhood, however, everything has a price. After drinking the nectar, you will never be able to leave Kunlun half a step. This is not what you and I want to see. I can't give you godhead, but I can connect your lifespan with me ... I won’t mention the redundant words, you understand, think about it carefully.”

Connecting with Liang Kunwu's lifespan is tantamount to obtaining eternal life.

This is probably because many nobles in the imperial court tried their best and were willing to give everything they wanted to get. However, a sentence from the coachman he met at that time emerged in Xu Lang's mind, "Those things, only The nobles of the royal court will care."

After all, after so many years, his mood is different, not to mention, Xu Lang is very clear about the importance of this matter.

He did not reject Liang Kunwu like he rejected Chu Lang in that dream, but said: "I will think about it carefully."