"Who is the decision now in Xuanmeng?"

Fang Xuan fell to the Xuan Alliance compound, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the Xuan Alliance soul master calmly.

"You are... Fang Xuan!"

Looking at the young and handsome boy, the blue-haired old woman was filled with mixed feelings, and an indescribable dryness rose in her heart.

"Uh, do you recognize me?!"

Fang Xuan was slightly stunned, raised his head, looked at the blue-haired old woman carefully, had no impression of this person, and asked in confusion: "I don't remember seeing you, who are you?"

The blue-haired old woman smiled bitterly and said, "I am...Shui Yue'er."

"What! Are you Shui Yue'er?!"

Fang Xuan was very surprised. He really didn't associate the old woman in front of him with the lively and cute girl back then.

A hundred years have passed, things have changed, and the world has changed. The beautiful girl at that time has now become an old man who is about to die. Fang Xuan's heart is filled with emotion.

Tears flowed out of those turbid old eyes involuntarily.

Shui Yue'er pointed at Fang Xuan and asked angrily: "Fang Xuan, do you remember that in Tianshui City, there was a woman waiting for you for a long time?!"

Fang Xuan was stunned and remembered the beautiful girl who was reluctant to leave when he left Tianshui City.

That affectionate statement at that time is still lingering in my ears.

Don't forget me...

Fang Xuan was in a complicated mood and had mixed feelings. He couldn't help but ask Shui Yue'er: "Shui Binger, how are you..."

Shui Yue'er laughed bitterly: "My sister, she is dead!"

"Dead?!!"

Fang Xuan was shocked, unable to believe what he heard, and said, "How is it possible? With Shui Binger's talent, it should not be difficult to achieve the title Douluo. Even if he lives one or two hundred years old, there is no problem. How could she die?!"

"My sister passed away a hundred years ago."

Shui Yue'er sighed, with a sad expression, and said, "Originally, with my sister's talent, it would be fine to break through the title Douluo or even the Super Douluo. She could have a long life span of hundreds of years.

But since you left Tianshui City, she has been depressed and has no appetite and doesn’t even care about cultivation. She sits at the window every day and night, looking at the southeast direction, as if waiting for something.”

Speaking of this, Shui Yueer paused for a moment, looked at Fang Xuan deeply, and sighed: "I know, she is waiting for you!"

Fang Xuan was silent.

The right palm couldn't help but hold it tightly, and a wisp of red blood dripped down.

"Time just passed day by day, day after day, year after year, but you, Fang Xuan, never appeared again, as if you had forgotten this faraway place and also forgot that there was a girl waiting for you here."

The dry hair was loose, and Shui Yue'er's old face showed a hint of pain. She continued: "Gradually, my sister's body became uncomfortable, she became haggard and depressed, and even her state fell. On a rainy night, my sister's condition deteriorated sharply. She suddenly fell into a coma and never woke up again..."

Dead, dead.

Shui Bing'er is dead...

Fang Xuan was stunned and thought of the innocent and cute girl, and she died silently. His heart felt as uncomfortable as a needle, and at the same time, a deep sense of self-reproach came to his heart.

Because Shui Bing'er's death was mostly due to him.

Back then, Shui Bing'er had the courage to confess to Fang Xuan, and he felt confused in his heart. However, because of the pursuit of the Wuhun Palace and the fact that he was too weak at that time and was busy practicing, he did not accept Shui Bing'er's feelings.

I didn't expect that such a regretful situation would be caused.

Fang Xuan sighed, his expression very sad.

"Why don't you come to me?" He looked at Shui Yue'er.

"There are no longer people, what's the use of looking for you?"

Shui Yue'er laughed bitterly and said sadly: "When she passed away, she was only twenty-one years old!"

At the age of twenty-one, I was in my prime, but I didn't want to turn into a handful of dust and die forever.

After being silent for a long time, Fang Xuan raised his head and stared at Shui Yue'er. A hoarse voice squeezed out from his throat: "Take me to see her!"

...

Outside Tianshui City, there is a lonely bluestone tomb.

The cemetery is very neat and there is not even a single fallen leaf. It seems that people often come here to clean it. There are many green grass and flowers growing around it. The environment is quiet and beautiful.

In front of the tomb made of bricks and stones, a bluestone tomb stood with a line of words: Shui Bing'er's Tomb!

Under the leadership of Shui Yue'er, Fang Xuan came to Shui Binger's tomb and looked at the familiar name on the bluestone tombstone. A very complex emotion surged in his heart, causing a faint pain.

"My name is Shui Bing'er, what's your name?!"

"I give this knife to you, just treat it as a thank you for saving me."

"Fang Xuan, I...I like you!"

"Don't forget me!"

All the past was shown in my mind like a slide show, making Fang Xuan's body tremble slightly and a suffocating pain.

The past is vivid in my mind, but unfortunately the beauty has already died.

At this moment, Fang Xuan's understanding of life and death in his heart was growing wildly, and the bottleneck of practice that had been stuck for a long time began to loosen. Waves of life and death power spread out quickly, causing half of the flowers, plants and trees in the jungle to wither quickly, and the other half to grow wildly, and life and death are divided into two poles!

His eyes gradually turned bloody and he walked towards Shui Binger's grave step by step.

"Fang Xuan, what do you want to do?!"

Feeling the unusual aura rising from Fang Xuan's body, Shui Yue'er was slightly stunned, afraid that he would do anything randomly.

"I want to look at Shui Bing'er again, even if it is a piece of bone, a handful of gray..."

Fang Xuan's cold eyes showed a kind of determination. With a wave of his hand, the bluestone tomb exploded, and a white ice coffin gradually appeared in front of him.

In the ice coffin, a beautiful blue-haired girl lay quietly, with delicate facial features and gentle expressions, like a pool of clear water, giving people a peaceful and beautiful feeling.

"Bing'er..."

Fang Xuan's expression suddenly became clear. Looking at the blue-haired girl who was lying in the ice coffin, as if she was sleeping, his breathing gradually became rapid, and he felt like he was a dream.

This thousand-year-old ice coffin preserved Shui Binger's body intact, and did not allow this face to be eroded by time. For a hundred years, Shui Binger is still so beautiful, elegant, gentle and lifelike.

Like a sleeping beauty!

Unfortunately, I will never wake up...

Fang Xuan sighed long, his eyes moved slightly, and suddenly noticed that Shui Bing'er was holding a broken knife, a white broken knife in his hand!

The blade is broken and the blade has collapsed. It seems that after countless tragic battles, the entire knife is full of holes and can no longer be repaired.

But looking at the white broken knife, Fang Xuan's eyes suddenly became wet and he murmured: "The Shadowless Knife..."
Chapter completed!