Lin Chengshuang's eyes fell on the figure who was still white-haired without a strand of black hair again, and he subconsciously clenched the jade pendant that someone had given him in his hand.

Looking at that pale face, it seems as if the words "Girl, take care" many years ago are still echoing in my ears.

Yang Zhao gently sat down next to Zhou Qingmu and drank wine by himself. The world seemed to freeze at this moment...

I don't know how much time passed, but the three of them were just silent on the top of the mountain. Neither Yang Zhao, who was a human, nor Lin Chengshuang, the current demon emperor, had ever left.

Standing on the edge of the cliff in plain clothes, looking out into the vastness, you could vaguely see a bow on the corner of her skirt fluttering in the wind.

...

Later, there was a bamboo building here. This young man had not left the bamboo building for three years, and the token in his hand was still dim. His brother, who was born early and suffered a bad fate, did not wake up for three years.

This mountain is called Hongchen.

According to legend, the swordsman with the highest swordsmanship in the world has a sword named Hongchen. But this cultivator is far away from the world of mortals. The sword god uses the red dust to kill the immortals in the sky. Isn't this world of mortals the sharpest weapon in the world?

One day, the young man was sitting on the cliff, drinking wine and talking to himself: "Xiaomu, we have known each other for ten years! You are such an ungrateful guy. You are so willing to give up."

Let your brother stay with you for three years! I'll fuck your eighteenth generation ancestors. If you really want to pretend to be dead for me, don't recognize me as your brother in the future..."

At this point, the man's eyes were already blurry with tears, and being in this deserted mountain made it even more desolate.

But this man didn't know that there was a young warrior in the human race who went down the mountain indifferently one day three years ago and spent three years looking for these two brothers in such a "small place" in the human world.

Finally, Yang Zhao suddenly felt a little more warmth in his arms. He subconsciously reached out and touched it, and took out a token. The cracks on the token were quietly showing signs of recovery.

Yang Zhao stood up suddenly and ran towards the bamboo house in the mountain like crazy. His face was covered with dust and tears, but he smiled and said: "Xiaomu, why are you angry! I'm just saying that, how can I really not take you seriously?"

brother."

In front of the bamboo building, the most amazing and talented young master of the Lihuo Yang family stood there blankly, but his eyes filled with tears again in an instant.

I saw a man with disheveled white hair slowly walking out of the door of the bamboo building. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, but it was moving.

There are so many regrets in this world, but it is so difficult to look back. After walking through the mortal world, only three thousand white hairs remain.

As the two embraced each other, all their worries were lost in words.

Finally, the two of them sat in front of the bamboo house, drinking wine and listening to Yang Zhao talk about the trivial matters of the past years.

Suddenly a breeze blew through the mountain forest, blowing on Zhou Qingmu's still pale face. But in the mountain forest, Zhou Qingmu saw a man in plain clothes with his back turned, and his black hair was blown by the breeze, which seemed to stir up a lot of emotions in his heart.

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Yang Zhao turned around and said to his brother with a smile: "Go."

Zhou Qingmu seemed to have mustered up the courage to walk into the woods, but stopped behind the plain clothes.

The courage I had built up over the years fell away again after meeting the person I had always dreamed of.

It's as if at this moment, I'm back to the past in the blink of an eye.

The young man is timid and lovesick.

All things have an end, but there is no longing.

The woman seemed to feel the warmth of the person behind her, turned around suddenly, smiled movingly, and the world dimmed.

Zhou Qingmu was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he couldn't say the words he wanted to tell this girl many years ago.

The woman in plain clothes lowered her head and looked at the wine gourd that the white-haired man in front of her was always holding in his hand, and suddenly said: "You have drank a lot of wine in so many years?"

Zhou Qingmu did not answer the woman's words. He looked at the face that had appeared so many times in his dreams with gentle eyes and called softly: "Miss Lin, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

In the sky, there was a woman in green who had been looking at the mountain indifferently since I don't know when. After seeing this, she quietly shed tears and turned around to leave.

"Yes, we just haven't seen each other for a long time." Lin Chengshuang's moving eyes met Zhou Qingmu's eyes, and his words were gentle.

Zhou Qingmu's heart trembled, and when he suddenly looked back, he saw that his hair was gray and lifeless, but Miss Lin seemed to be so flawless that no trace of dust could be seen.

Lin Chengshuang just stretched out a hand to caress Zhou Qingmu's face, and a few strands of white hair were faintly visible on her fingertips. After a moment, she just smiled and said: "After all these years, you are still a fool, you haven't changed at all."

Zhou Qingmu did not speak, but stared blankly at the woman in front of him. He was inexplicably worried, fearing that she would disappear in the next second just like in a dream.

But profound changes are never far away.

The girl Lin that the young man longed for was now really in front of him!

Zhou Qingmu looked at that moving face and mustered up the courage again. For the first time, he took the girl's hand and walked deep into the woods for no reason. He finally stopped when he reached the vast cliff.

The girl who was clearly in the realm of the Demon Emperor now allowed herself to be led by this man who was perhaps worse than an ordinary person.

On Hongchen Peak, there is a young man and woman standing silently in front of the cliff. The man has disheveled white hair, and the woman has picturesque features, but it is still a beautiful scene in the world.

It's winter again, and snowflakes slowly fall between the sky and the earth, also falling on the heads of such beautiful men and women.

The man who had not spoken a word from beginning to end raised his palm to catch a snowflake and said softly: "Miss Lin, in fact, over the years, I have thought about our reunion countless times in my mind, but I have never imagined that it would be like today.

..."

As he spoke, Zhou Qingmu suddenly stopped, picked up the wine gourd at his waist and took a sip, as if feeling sad.

The woman suddenly turned her head to look at him, but that white hair was particularly touching, as if she could see the miserable look with tears in her eyes but a smile on her face three years ago.

Zhou Qingmu took several sips of wine and then said softly: "Miss Lin, please stop talking and wait for me to continue. When I separated from you, I promised you to work hard to become stronger to repay your kindness. But now, I have broken my promise.

.....But now I can return that important thing to the girl, and I am very happy. Although it has come to a bad end, Miss Lin, don’t get me wrong. Ahem...

In fact, if I can return that thing to Miss Lin intact, then none of this will matter. Miss Lin, my life may have been miserable, but I have never regretted meeting you."

After saying each word, Zhou Qingmu did not dare to look at the woman again. Tears filled his eyes. He only felt that there was always some incompetent guilt in his heart, and the hand he had previously held tightly dropped involuntarily.

After hearing these words, the woman's heart trembled violently. Even though she was considered a top powerhouse in the world, her mood also started to ripple at this moment.

In the end, Lin Chengshuang just stretched out a hand to hold the man in front of him, and said with a smile: "Hey, if you say these words again, be careful I will punch you to death! You have never regretted it, why should I?"

Do you care about this? There is still a long road ahead. As long as you are willing to keep walking, I will always be by your side."

It seemed that all the silence in the world came to life again after the woman said these words. Zhou Qingmu's hanging heart seemed to finally fall to the ground. He turned his head to look at the woman, with a pair of loving eyes, which made the woman feel the same.

There is a touch of stunning beauty on the face that cannot be found in thousands of mountains and rivers.

In the end, the young and white-headed man just held the woman's warm little hand, walked a little closer, and embraced the most beautiful scenery in his heart.

There are some scenery that you encounter when you are young, and you will be attracted to it by just a glance. However, many years later, you may not be able to touch it.

The moment Zhou Qingmu held the woman he admired in his arms, it no longer mattered whether he was the greatest swordsman in the world or a young man with white hair and chronic illness.

At this moment, he didn't care whether the woman he admired in front of him liked him or not, he just cherished this moment that he couldn't cherish enough.

There are some beautiful things in the world that once you miss them, you no longer have them.

...

In this mountain that has existed for an unknown period of time, a man with disheveled white hair and a woman in plain clothes walked side by side on the road. Seeing the man who had been waiting in front of the bamboo building for a long time in the distance, Zhou Qingmu smiled and waved, as if this

This is the real reunion.

Zhou Qingmu walked up to Yang Zhao, and regardless of whether the two people really knew each other now, he patted Yang Zhao on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Miss Lin, his name is Yang Zhao, he is my brother."

Some pride, some warmth.

It seems to be saying that half of my life was saved by my brother.

Lin Chengshuang nodded slightly, indicating that he already knew.

Later, Zhou Qingmu introduced Yang Zhao with a smile: "This is Miss Lin."

"I know, brother and sister!" Yang Zhao was still acting like that, which made Zhou Qingmu speechless for a long time.

Finally, when the Demon Emperor's fist was about to fall, Yang Zhaocai repeatedly hugged his head and surrendered: "I was just joking, girl, don't be serious... Alas, for such a strong woman, in the future

My Xiaomu is going to suffer!"

Yang Zhao looked serious when he said this, but he almost suffered a "poisonous attack"!

Although she was in such a posture, the girl never concealed the smile at the corner of her mouth. The slight upward arc seemed to have won the battle.

At night, Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao sat in the snow, watching the flying snow in the sky, but the wine gourds bumped into it from time to time.

Looking at the man sitting beside him suddenly intact, Yang Zhao suddenly felt a little dazed. He could really stay in one place for three full years!

Fortunately, his brother didn't die in the end, so it was worth it.

"Sometimes, I really think that if one day we and Chun'er live together in such an isolated place, it would actually be a beautiful thing. But each of us carries too much on our shoulders.

I can't always find true tranquility. How do you think a person can live a good life in this life?" Yang Zhao looked up at the night sky, holding a wine gourd in one hand, and fell on the snow. I don't know if it was because he was drunk, for no reason.
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