"What was lost?"

Just now in her mind, Bai Ying said that it felt like it had lost something here, but couldn't remember it.

"If you can't remember it, just don't think about it!"

The girl waved the long knife in her hand, and Bai Ying entered the long knife. Bai Ying is the soul of the sword, and the soul of the sword is acquired. No one wants to be the soul of the weapon, even if it is obsession.

So every time I ask about Suzhou and Hangzhou, they have no complaints. How can they not complain? I couldn’t see it back then, but now I have practiced Taoism for two thousand years. How can I not see traces of modifications?

She struggled with this for a long time. She wanted to get back the lost memory of Daohun so that she could understand him better. But she was also afraid that if they met again one day, his good intentions would be tampered with and he would be angry.

It has been two thousand years, and she has almost forgotten what he looks like, but it seems that his appearance is deeply engraved in her mind, and he always smiles at her in her dreams.

Just like on the top of this mountain countless months ago, there used to be a thatched hut here, but unfortunately it has disappeared over the years without leaving any trace. Even the cold pool at the foot of the mountain has dried up.

"Sir, how should I find you?" The girl whispered, and then stepped out. Someone goes, and the wind comes.

"Students like us are supposed to get entrance tickets to the same college. It is said that the No. 2 college will be reorganized this year, so this year we will adopt the distribution model." Liu Bai took a sip of tea, turned the tea cup in his hand, and looked out the window.

, there is a public notice board there, and the news of the reorganization of No. 2 Courtyard was also seen there.

"Is it possible that the reorganization of No. 2 Courtyard will bring good resources?" Su Hang asked. He had an illusion that he would be reorganized into No. 2 Courtyard.

"No. 3 Courtyard has developed rapidly over the years. Those lunatics do not follow rules and believe in force. They happen to have strong fists. Do you think they will let No. 2 Courtyard develop?" Liu Bai was still spinning the tea cup in his hand, his eyes wandering.

Somewhat far.

"You are a little unfamiliar with Jiaoqi. Why are you so indifferent now that you know this love?"

"I can't give her a future"

"Do you know the future she wants?"

“If you can’t take care of yourself, why bother harming others?”

"Then when you gave away the long knife, did you think about the same question?"

"It's just a dream, it's just a matter of never seeing each other again."

"How can such a light sentence explain clearly to the people who were staring at the dagger on the road to Shendu?" Liu Bai's eyes were even deeper. There were countless stories in them. He didn't know if they belonged to others or his own. He raised his head and drank the wine in his hand.

The tea is as enjoyable as drinking strong wine.

Suhang Nuonuo was speechless. He actually understood these things and did not need others to remind him. However, he had made a promise with the girl to meet again in a hundred years. It is always better to be in a dilemma now than to regret it a hundred years later.

"I'm leaving." Liu Bai staggered a little, as if he was drunk, but he was drinking tea.

The long street is very long and very lively. It is said that people who first come to Shendu will take a walk on this long street. It is said that if you walk from beginning to end, you can see the future, but no one has come out to confirm or refute the rumors, but come here

People on the long street are always bustling, whether they are looking for their future or just passing by.

Su Hang sat in the teahouse and looked at the long street like this. From noon to the bright moon hanging high in the sky, his movements did not change. His breath became very turbid. The true energy that should have been doing his job was flowing around. There was blood overflowing from the corner of Su Hang's mouth.

, and then turned around and left. He also wanted to take a walk on the long street. It was night and there were few people on the road. The moment he stepped out of the teahouse, the waiter who was about to fall asleep became energetic and got up quickly.

Close the door and turn off the lights.

As if receiving a signal, the lights on the long street went out in an instant. For a moment, the lively long street seemed to have fallen into hell. It was endless darkness, as if the moonlight could not shine in, and a few people who were supposed to be coming and going were sparse.

Pedestrians have also found their homes.

The sound of the collision between the soles of boots and the bluestone is like tapping the soul of Dolando. If you think about it step by step, it is actually just an ordinary road. The only difference may be that it is darker than the road next to it. Maybe

A dark environment is more suitable for thinking. He walked for a long time on this street which was not too long.

When the long street finally came to an end, he vomited a mouthful of blood, then turned and left.

Two people walked out of the shadows, a man and a woman. There was a sad look on the girl's face, which was so intense that it could not be removed.

"Aren't you going to catch up?" Ruoruo asked, looking at Jiaoqi on the side.

"He doesn't want me to see him now, does he?" Jiaoji took back the half-step he took, with a sad look on his face.

"You don't want to know what he saw?"

"How am I supposed to know what he saw?"

Jiaoqi also turned around and left. Although he didn't vomit blood, his body staggered just like Su Hang who had just left.

"Today's young people," Ruoruo looks like she has seen through the world, she is someone who has experienced it.

Everything would have been perfect if there hadn't been a scream that followed.

"Sister, we have something to talk about. We have something to say."

Ruoruo's ear fell into the hands of a girl with a similar age difference, and a small hand that looked like peeling an onion ran wildly on his ear. After hearing Ruoruo's plea for mercy, she finally stopped continuing, but she didn't leave either.

"When are we going to find that poor guy who vomited blood? Looking at him, I don't know when he will die. Then how can I find Xiao Fangfang?" The girl's face showed a hint of shyness.

"Don't expect him to die. He is not only my good friend, but also Zhang Fang. Think about it, he gave Murong Yundi a claw for Su Hang."

"Then don't let this kid Su Hang die, just be half dead." Lan Ji seemed to dislike Su Hang very much.

"Let's go find him tomorrow." Ruoruo took advantage of Lan Ji's distraction to finally break free from her devil's claw and run away.

Returning to the inn where he stayed, Su Hang vomited a large mouthful of blood again. His face was as pale as paper. Under the pale moonlight, there was a strange and transparent feeling, which made the girl in the shadow cover her mouth and cry silently, but she did not go there.

In the moonlight, although half of his life was in ruins, she understood what a proud man he was! How could he let others see his desolate appearance, just like how strong he was in front of others after he was robbed of his quota?

Su Hang sat cross-legged in the room without a lamp. The moonlight shined through the window on his face. His pale face paired with black clothes looked like a black and white picture, if it weren't for the blood at the corner of his mouth that was so conspicuous.

He has now broken through the day after tomorrow. Even if his mind is not in his mind, the person in the shadow is also mentally erratic, so he easily discovered it.

"You shouldn't have come" Su Hang muttered to himself.

He walked through that long street without seeing the future, but he thought a lot. He wanted to understand that Huangfu Die was from the Divine Realm. His ancestors spent thousands of years looking for the node between the two worlds, but found nothing. When they meet, they will

How difficult it is, that red hair will be buried forever in the depths of memory, and that handful of bones will also be hidden in the deepest part, never to appear in front of the person who thinks about it day and night again.

He is very conflicted about squeamishness. If he had not met Huangfu Die and asked him if he liked it, he might be shy and timid, but he would also say that he liked it in his heart. If she asked for a long knife, he would give it to her.

Now that the long sword is gone, and his heart is no longer so determined, he is a little afraid to face the squeamishness.

The girl in the shadow stood for a long time, so long that the young man in the room almost wanted to break out of the window, but she and he held back, and just like that, her clothes darkened heavily in the frost and cold dew.

The morning sun pierced the darkness and illuminated the shadows of yesterday. Suhang opened the window of the room, and the sunlight shone in. His face was still pale. His eyes accidentally looked at the place he had seen in his heart, and there was no one there.

There was just one place that was drier than the surrounding areas, so Su Hang's eyes got wet.

Su Hang was walking aimlessly on the streets of Shendu. He accidentally tripped on a broken step, which finally made him sober up. He looked around blankly and saw ruins, moss climbed up the wall, and he fell down a lot.

, there was even a short sword in front of him that was so rusty that only its outline could be seen clearly.

Su Hang remembered that he was walking in the prosperous area of ​​Shendu. Judging from the time, he should still be in Shendu now. There should not be such a dilapidated place in Shendu. The more he looked at it, the more gloomy this place felt, as if there were countless grievances.

Evil spirits linger here.

The cultivator shouldn't be afraid of this kind of thing, but he ran out without stopping, and unexpectedly looked back.

When I looked back, there were no spooky ghosts. The morning sun was very warm and shining on me, but I didn't have to worry about ghosts and monsters. An old man walked out of the doorway that was still standing. He might have just heard the footsteps, so he came out to take a look.

The old man should not be a Taoist. Cultivating Taoism is an act against heaven and fighting against heaven. No matter how unconcerned a person is, his aura of going against the trend will be revealed unconsciously. But the old man is like last night.

The insomniac old man, with cloudy eyes and stooped body, is just like a waning old man in the world.

The old man even coughed violently, heartbreakingly.

Su Hang wanted to step forward to see the old man's condition. He was afraid that the old man would cough out his lungs. For some reason, the person in front of him overlapped with the old man holding a black umbrella in his memory. The same dilapidated body that could be annihilated at any time.
Chapter completed!