: Time turns into stone

To get straight to the point, what shuttles through the clouds are the shadows of peaks or valleys;

Leaning on the railing and listening to the water, what overlaps in the wind is the shape of a spring or waterfall.

I'm very happy. After all the hard work and narrow escape, I finally arrived here.

"Yin'er, if you want time to stop here, then we will let time stop here."

Yin'er will always remember what Qian said to her as she stopped on the wooden bridge the first moment she returned to Qianling Peak. At that time, the evening scene entered the deep forest, the stream under the bridge was stagnant, and the waterwheel was still without wind. Time seemed to be real.

The end was around them.

This world is so absurd, promises are forced to go empty, but jokes will come true.

If you don’t want to follow time, then stop your heart.

In fact, this is the best choice. Although I am completely disappointed, I have no regrets.

His rationale is because he knows that the Alliance is right; and his stubbornness is all because Yin'er is innocent. It's a pity that he can only save one of the Alliance and Yin'er despite his best efforts...

And she followed step by step, no doubt because she believed that the alliance under the influence of partisanship was full of unfounded charges. It is no wonder that such an alliance was contrary to Qian's ideals and had different opinions. Since they did not give Qian a chance to go back

, Yin'er thought angrily, then just don't go back!

One thought and everything was overturned.

His heroic life finally became his past life.

On Qianling Peak, you can carve his tombstone anywhere you want.

Moss quietly climbed up the stone steps, green leaves quietly fell towards the lake, and green bamboo gently covered the mountain road. Silently, inadvertently, it faintly wiped out the green water and green mountains. I don’t know how many tens of millions of years have passed. The colors are similar, but they look similar.

It's not greasy, and the gradual changes in layers are not abrupt.

A distant sound of flute, a line of smoke from across the mountain, a pot of wine that you can carry with you and enjoy, a glance at the hibiscus that only blooms in autumn, the starlight that shakes the sky one night and reincarnates in love, and a smile that will never be forgotten for a lifetime.

These are Lin Qian's new life. Nothing is more certain than this.

Here, no matter how precious the sword is, it is worse than scrap metal.

Here, no matter how delicious the wine in the world is, it is worse than three ounces of urine.

Here, everything in the world is like floating clouds, and prosperity is just a dream.

People in the world will definitely say that he is abandoning himself like this. People in the world can say whatever they want.

If God wants to punish you, please do as you please.

In the wooden house, it was not a paradise for two people for several days. Countless demons came and went, obeying Hou Qian's orders. The situation and scene were very similar to the alliance in the past.

It was lively and fulfilling, and I finally felt a little relieved despite the busy work.

And still only the night purely belongs to him and her.

Yin'er, let them settle their merits and demerits. From now on, please be held in my arms every night. From now on, you will disappear from the world and forget about the alliance.

"My life is like a life of conquest and betrayal." He looked at the sky and sighed, feeling that this was the only moment of tranquility in the chaotic world.

"Lin Qian's life is also Yin'er's life." She smiled firmly in her arms.

Qian was startled and realized that they had been tied together for a long time. Of all the people he had met in the past, from the beginning to the present, the only one who had never changed was Yin'er. To him, they were more precious than just a lover.

No one else understands that Yin'er is actually his strongest ally...

"I seem to have done everything." Qian sighed and hugged her tightly, "I was originally a descendant of a spy, working in the dark, an unknown person, wandering outside the world. Someone once said that the city is too deep.

He was a ferocious plunderer and an out-and-out plunderer. He was later called the king of alliances and the lord. He finally became the leader of the world, but now he has become a devil, a gardener, and a fisherman.

…”

"A fisherman is a fisherman. I have heard too many stories about heroic kings, and I am no longer interested in them. I like Lin Qian of all identities, and I want them all." Yin'er smiled, since she is nothing anymore,

The Xiyin Sword's only destiny is to protect Lin Qian.

No one is worthy of her love except Qian.

The days flew by and the world was left behind

When care gradually disappears, this determination gradually turns into selfishness. Is it cruel to the extreme?

Why, falling deeper and deeper into happiness

Happy, but empty with nothing

Or maybe, having nothing means there will be too much waiting to be filled in the future

So the happier you are, the emptier you are, and the emptier you are, the more you pursue more happiness?

I don’t want to go back at all…

If you can really be trapped here for the rest of your life, then let’s be trapped here for the rest of your life.

Who is it that foolishly thinks that there will be no scenery when you close your eyes...

Confused yet infatuated

I don’t know what year it is today...

It was close to noon, the clouds were clear and the wind was gentle. He and she slept among the white hibiscus, looking relaxedly at the sky thousands of feet away.

"These hibiscus were brought from Hantan by Ning Xiaorong after she heard that I liked them. They are just enough to fill the front yard of our house." She smiled happily and breathed happiness.

"It is said that you not only told Ning Xiaorong that you liked Mu Hibiscus, but also told Zhuge Qi that you thought the 'Nine Winding Path' was too rough, implying that you asked him to straighten the road again." Qian knew Yin'er's tricks well.

, this is the same as when she promoted birthday gifts to the Allies soon after she became the leader of the alliance...

"Abuse of private power." Qian scolded softly.

Yin'er was stunned and blushed in embarrassment: "It is said that there are a lot of hibiscus in the second level of Hantan. Since I can't go there, I just let them escape. This idea is originally very smart... As for the Nine Winding Paths

The transformation is also for, for..."

"I have just become the head of a house, and I have spent a lot of time on people and money to carry out construction projects." Qian laughed, wondering what the little girl was thinking.

"Shengnan..." She turned towards him as if she had something to say, and he just turned sideways, smiling and admiring her face. Sleeping so close, I don't know if it was her breath that was like orchid, or the scent of hibiscus itself.

.For a moment, he suddenly lost his mind and couldn't help but fall in love with her beauty. His heart began to stir, and he wanted to cover her mouth immediately to prevent her from disturbing the warmth of the moment.

"Do you remember...them..." she asked vaguely, her eyes blurred.

"They..." Qian was startled and suddenly confused.

As she asked, a head of black hair had already fallen asleep on his chest: "Recently, every time I think of someone, it takes a long time to remember what he looks like... Some of them even have no memory..."

Time is really the cruelest blunt instrument. It cuts into the memory but does not cut it off completely. Instead, it has to be rubbed away by repeated déjà vu and inexplicable loss. It was not until the end that I discovered that many things had actually been forgotten long ago. It was just that they

Tell yourself to remember, that's all.

"Some things are forgotten before I can even recall them..." Qian sighed.

The beginning and end of the story are always hasty and the same, and everything in the process is often fleeting and blank.

Time turns into stone.

Who is the enemy of the heroes in the world?

Deserts, across the sea, and rivers; ancient roads, cities, and ships; wind and sand, smoke, and clouds;

Horse hooves, iron clothes, and military whips; the sound of dysprosium, long horns, and war drums; the formation of the earth, the power of heaven, and the strength of soldiers.

It actually melted into one person's eyebrows.

Killing the whole world for her alone, the enchanting red color of that night burned to its hottest.

Tonight, a thick stroke of ink wipes out the past, the memory is disconnected, and the past turns to dust.

When the moon sets, the last string played on the edge of the cliff is plucked by the last autumn leaf on the cliff.

In an instant, all our former allies have become our enemies.

Yin'er, the anti-gold alliance is finally unbreakable, ironically forcing me to betray you

I don’t want to let you down, I’d rather the world misunderstand you

In one moment, many old friends and confidants can become enemies.

In another moment, they may be able to change their stance again and return to the time when they worked together as one.

The next moment, I, Lin Qian, don’t ask for much glory. No matter how much glory I have, it’s all an illusion.

Only you and I have always been allies, which is the best reward for me coming to this world.

Fight for an inch of time, and spend the time alone with you without fighting, calculation, or conspiracy.

Escape from the blade, seek the reality of my imagination, and seek your dream world

Preface to the Spring and Autumn Dynasties, the battlefield is half a mile away, leaving and leaving is only a matter of thought

The hermit laughs, the warrior mourns

Freedom is as you wish, betrayal is inevitable

We who have left our mission in life have burned the past in the middle of this year.

No longer the leader of the alliance, no longer the king, no longer the owner of victory, no longer the terminator of defeat

only each other

He is not a hero, but he is everything to me; I am nothing, but I am his last relative.

Maybe like Tianjiao said, he, Lin Qian, is a mercenary, and I, Feng Xiaoyin, am a disaster.

When dreams break free from the shackles, when reason loses to impulse, when the persistence that I was once proud of retreats in embarrassment

He is no longer Lin Qian or Sheng Nan, but a gardener and a fisherman.
Chapter completed!