Su Bian Cultivation World

At this time, hundreds of years have passed since the parting of Zhenshuangliu and Quecangjiang.

In the past, there was a lover who had been separated for ten years, and wrote the words "even if we meet again, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost" to express our grief.

Now the two of them have been separated by life and death for hundreds of years, one is depressed and heartbroken, life is better than death, and the other is wiped out, leaving only ghostly ghosts now, and they are no longer the youthful young people who were in high spirits in the past.The years have left deep imprints on them, and the changes are more than just dust and temples.

At this moment, Que Cangjiang can only use the sound of the wind to tap out the two words engraved in his heart on his fingertips even with the name of his loved one.But even so, Zhen Shuangliu still froze on the scene when he heard the call.

However, Cangjiang no longer has the body of a living person, lost his throat that can laugh and sing, and does not even have the warmth of a living person on his body.He looked like just a dark blurred shadow—hundreds of scarecrows could be made in a quarter of an hour of practice, and every shadow cast on the wall in the sun was exactly like him.But Zhen Shuangliu could still recognize him at a glance, just by a single shadow.

That is his Cangjiang.If there is a dream in the reincarnation in the middle of the night, 99 out of the one hundred dreams are him; on weekdays, looking at the morning and evening sunset alone, I have drawn thousands of hopes for reunion with him in my mind.

Maybe it was all the idiot's dream and wishful thinking when he was alone, but he still couldn't help thinking: If there is an afterlife, if he can go back to the past time, if there is really reincarnation in the world... then he will see you again What should Jiang Shi look like?

Even at that time Zhenshuangliu was already degenerate and had gray hair, but Que Cangjiang was in his prime... No, he doesn't need to be a man of age, even if he was just a newly born baby, as long as Zhenshuangliu looked at Que Cangjiang again On the one hand, as long as he can see the living Cangjiang again in this life...

No as long as, no if, no if.Everything is just Zhen Shuangliu's wishful thinking.

But Zhen Shuangliu had many such pure delusions.

Cangjiang can be attached to a big tree. Of course, a grass or a flower, even if it really resembles his name, turns into a surging Cangjiang. There are remnants left in this world, and Zhenshuangliu is content.The existence of Cangjiang's remnant soul can be ignorant, ignorant for life, and weak in perception, but it is best to grow in a sunny place-Cangjiang has always liked the sun.

Of course, he also imagined that the Cangjiang River would be a lonely goshawk flying over his head one time, a ray of breeze blowing across his cheeks, a sudden movement in his heart at a certain time, and a lingering look in his eyes. Duo Xuelang... As for the fact that Cangjiang's soul could appear in front of him completely, he had to secretly think about it in his most beautiful and deepest dreams during the first 100 years of Zhenshuangliu.

The black figure was facing Zhenshuangliu like this, he slightly raised his hand in the direction of Zhenshuangliu, tapped his index finger and middle finger in the air, and said Zhenshuangliu's name again.

"Frost flow?"

Zhenshuang burst into tears.

He is no longer young, and even his tears are no longer as clear and clean as when he was young. They can only be called the two lines of dirty tears of a middle-aged man full of years of bitterness and despair.But even such tears can still extinguish the paranoid and mean-spirited gloomy eyes that have been in Zhen Shuangliu's eyes for many years.

Que Cangjiang, who suddenly appeared in the center of the main hall, was neither human nor ghost, and his whole body was also gloomy and gloomy. Even if he appeared in the most unrefined small mountain temple in the world, he was only worthy of being invited by Taoist priests to splash the blood of a black dog. Don't even think about eating incense and making offerings.

But it is such a Que Cangjiang that still makes Zhenshuangliu feel ashamed.His cold and trembling fingers tried to touch the dark shadow of the Cangjiang River, but they retracted just half way up.

There was still a little Han Qianling's blood on his hands.

But Cangjiang lowered his head slightly, playing the foley of laughter in the wind.I haven't seen him for a hundred years, and he seems to be a little rusty in conversation, but since the relationship has not changed, no matter how much we get along, there will only be happiness.

"Do you still remember?" Que Cangjiang's imitated human voice this time was the softness that Luo Jiujiang and he hadn't even been able to hear in the cross talk that they had been talking about for more than ten days: "It's the same as back then."

Yes, same as then.

Hundreds of years ago, Zhenshuangliu was not called Zhenshuangliu, it was just an ordinary killer under the seat of the old spirit snake, sorted as "Bing 23".In a new mission, his hands were covered with dried blood scabs, and he wanted to wash off by the stream, but happened to meet Que Cangjiang who had sneaked into the Spirit Snake Realm.

"You're right. It's the same as that time, but you still remember it." Zhen Shuangliu's voice seemed to be suppressed by something heavy, and it sounded strangely choked. He squeezed out a smile amidst the tears, Also use the softest voice I can make and say: "You are the same as back then, there is no difference at all."

A hundred years have passed, and after parting from life and death, Que Cangjiang became a ghost alone, spending a long and lonely time alone in the madness and gloom.No matter how open-minded and free-spirited his nature is, he still has a dark undertone to some extent.But as soon as Cang Jiang appeared, Han Qianling, who had been beaten and refused to fight back, drew his sword behind his back instantly, but in Zhen Shuangliu's eyes, he was no different from hundreds of years ago.

But Cangjiang was still the smiling young man in black robes, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and there was a little curious and kind smile in his eyes, his back was straight, and he was looking at him close at hand.

Zhen Shuangliu has grown old, and has become a desolate middle-aged man. He has no habit of looking at himself in the mirror, but occasionally when his face is reflected on the water, he will frown and flick his fingers to disturb the calm water mirror. Look at yourself now.

But in his heart, Cangjiang will always be the boy who came from across the river, and he couldn't be more vivid, more lively, and more admirable.Even if the current Cangjiang is just a blurred shadow.

Now things have changed, and the environment has changed from the grassland flowing through the spring stream to the majestic and vast palace, but as long as the two of them look at each other, the time is vaguely still the same as before.

Han Qianling slowly turned around from behind the Cangjiang River, this time he finally had time to raise his hand to wipe away the blood on his lips.He put his sword back into its sheath, and walked to a position three steps away from Zhen Shuangliu. Such a large movement seemed to jump on the alveoli to beat drums in the spiritual consciousness of a Mahayana monk, but Zhen Shuangliu never turned his eyes towards him. Slightly to one side.

Resentment slowly disappeared from Zhenshuangliu like a tide.

At this moment, there is only one thing that makes sense in the world, and that is that he finally mustered up the courage to raise his hand again, and put his fingertips into the middle of the cold phantom.The cold temperature under the barrier of life and death, the feeling brought by the palpable moment, is the happiness that there is nothing in the world that he can promise to nod in exchange for.

He saw Cang Jiang again, he touched Cang Jiang's fingertips again, and they called each other's name again.

This is all he wants, this is all he expects.

Finally, Que Cangjiang remembered: the cheap apprentice Zhen Shuangliu took for him also had a Taoist companion who was the unique Queen of the Dragon...and he was beaten badly just now.

He turned his head and said to Han Qianling: "I met Jiujiang in the Netherworld before. Although I am separated from him now, I have seen him comprehend the way of death with my own eyes. There is the source of yin and yang, and the two ways of life and death." With him in hand, his life will not be difficult no matter what. Take it easy."

"...!!!"

Han Qianling's expression was numb at first, and then a huge wave of shock appeared on his face, and then he became ecstatic that couldn't be concealed.It seemed that the surprise brought by this news was too great, and he couldn't react in a short time. It seemed that it would take a while to understand such a simple sentence.

From the day she saw him, Feng Xue had never seen such a humane expression on Han Qianling's face, and she couldn't help being amazed for a moment.

She took advantage of the opportunity when Bai Lian was dazzled by the connection of several good news, and unconsciously let go of the hand that clamped her shoulder, and now she just walked to Han Qianling's side.

Considering that Han Qianling's performance in the past has always been too routine, and even the emotions and behaviors he showed seemed to be the result of calculations. In short, he was not very human. Feng Xue was a little worried whether he would be too happy to hear the news , will be happy to have something wrong in the end.

She tried to tell Han Qianling a joke to lighten the atmosphere, then she poked Han Qianling on the shoulder and motioned him to look in the direction of Que Cangjiang and Zhenshuangliu.

"Look, look at this." Feng Xue reminded him: "Did you remember anything?"

Han Qianling finally had the mood to pay attention to the movement outside, he heard the words without thinking: "Jiujiang?"

"...No." Feng Xue endured it, but in the end she didn't hold back: "Look at the way the two of them get along with each other, doesn't it look familiar?"

Han Qianling: "..."

"Except for the other person in my eyes, I basically can't rub anyone else. How many people outside are just a background board for my show of affection. If you don't leave, just stay and watch with your eyes wide open... What's the matter, this way of getting along is not at all Does it look familiar?"

Han Qianling: "..."

Han Qianling knew what Feng Xue was going to say.

But after all, she is Luo Jiujiang's life-long friend. As a glutton of the nine clans, she brought him news about Luo Jiujiang before. On behalf of Luo Jiujiang, he expressed a little concern for him.

Han Qianling said silently: "It looks familiar."

Feng Xue laughed happily, and she let out a long breath, feeling that the gloom that had been stuffed in her chest for so long was completely released: "Phew - it's really gratifying."

Han Qianling: "..."

Feng Xue waved desperately at Xiaoren: "Xiaoren, come here, come here."

Without saying a word, Xiao Ren appeared beside Feng Xue in the blink of an eye.

Feng Xue held Xiao Ren's hand, took a deep breath contentedly, and a smug smile appeared on her face.

Han Qianling: "..."

As the number one omnipotent chief executive by Zhenshuangliu's side, Bai Lianyi has a pair of insightful eyes.He watched coldly for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to Zi Duan as a gesture.

"Ninth brother."

Zi Duan, who was guarding the entrance of the hall, frowned, and walked over inexplicably with a confused expression on his face.

"Brother called me?"

"En." Bai Lian turned his angle to a direction facing Han Qianling, then put his arm on his shoulder, and slowly showed a friendly smile at Han Qianling.

Han Qianling: "..."

Sometimes, Han Qianling still feels that even if he doesn't mention the malicious legacy left to him by the Dragon God, it's only natural for him to hate this world.

After all, the world was not very kind to him.