Since Li Qingcheng appeared, not only the White Horse Gang, but also the Daxueshan Sect did not know how to deal with this matter.

Give up? They are unwilling to give up.

Continue? They don't have the courage.

It seems that everything before has become a farce.

The only thing that can be done is to wait.

Yang Yanlong had woken up, and when he learned about what happened from Yang Xueqiong, he was also full of shock.

The world's number one sword, Li Qingcheng, actually surrendered to the great snow-capped mountains.

Immediately, there was another burst of pride. Only an extremely holy place like Daxue Mountain can attract contemporary sword gods to this holy place that has blessed Nurkan City for hundreds of years. If he could stay, all the entanglements between the White Horse Gang and the Daxue Mountain Sect would no longer exist.

Yang Xueqiong asked, "Dad, what should we do?"

Yang Yanlong looked at Helian Liangbi not far away. They had no intention of quitting. As long as Li Qingcheng had not made up his mind, no one dared to act rashly.

"Wait a little longer."

...

Throughout the afternoon, Li Jinping and Li Qingcheng talked around the fire.

They talked about interesting stories on the Yangtze River. Li Jinping even took out a stack of letters he carried with him. It was a love letter sent back to Jiangnan when Li Qingcheng traveled west. She asked Li Qingcheng to read them one by one to her. Although she had heard these letters countless times, she still felt warm in her heart when she said them by Li Qingcheng in person this day.

The sunset is approaching.

Li Jinping was a little tired, but she didn't want to rest.

She said to Li Qingcheng, "Brother, come with me to watch the sunset."

Li Qingcheng picked her up, and the two of them came to a huge rock on the top of the snow-capped mountain and sat down. In order to prevent Li Jinping from catching a cold, he also wrapped the cashmere blanket on his back on her body.

The sun is about to set, and the sky is full of red glow.

The snow-capped mountains that stretched for thousands of miles were covered with a layer of red robe, just like a fire.

Suddenly, Li Jinping pointed to the distance and said, "Look, the palace of the Heaven of Eternal Life."

Li Qingcheng looked in the voice and saw a temple standing upside down in the sky, solemn and majestic.

Li Qingcheng has seen this temple, which is the Hall of Eternal Life in the south of Nurgan City.

Due to the refraction of light in the sky, the temple is reflected on the sky at the top of the snowy mountain.

Just like a mirage in the desert.

Unexpectedly, you can see such a beautiful scenery on the top of Daxue Mountain.

Under the snowy mountain and in the city of Nurgan, almost everyone saw this spectacular sight.

The snow mirage, which was rare in a century, appeared again on the top of the snowy mountain.

This is the manifestation of immortality and protecting this ancient and long-lasting city.

Countless believers walked to the Hall of Eternal Life, prostrated themselves and worshiped them.

Above the top of the mountain.

The two were so close to Xue Shen, just like the Palace of Eternal Life was right in front of them.

A smile appeared on the corner of Li Jinping's mouth. On the top of the purest snowy mountain, she saw the place where she was sleeping in the sky, and this life was worth this trip.

She said softly, "Brother, sing a song for me."

Li Qingcheng looked at his wife in his arms, looked at the red clouds in the distance, his voice hoarse and sang in a low voice.

“There is a place that is very far away, very far away…”

“There is wind and the ancient grasslands…”

"The proud mother's eyes are profound..."

"The gentle Tana's words are lingering..."

A burst of fatigue came.

Li Jinping leaned on Li Qingcheng's shoulder and fell asleep.

His body gradually became cold in his arms.

Tears sway like rain.

Li Qingcheng has never cried so miserably.

Jinghong Sword seemed to sense the master's sadness and also let out a soft whisper.

Li Qingcheng felt that everything was lost.

Even if you have the ability to be successful, so what if you can't save your beloved woman.

Although he had expected it, he still couldn't accept it when everything came.

A long whistle.

In the distance, the mountains echo and last forever.

The Jinghong Sword, with a wailing sound, soared into the sky like a meteor passing through the sky.

It landed at the foot of the mountain and sank into the huge rock where they had rested.

Only one hilt and one sword spear were left, moving with the wind.

Sword God Li Qingcheng, today's sword seal.
Chapter completed!