The clouds moved slowly, and the sun slowly left the horizon, rolling in the golden-red clouds. In an instant, the fireball soared into the sky, and the sky

Hundreds of light beams shot down from time to time, like a golden plate that had just come out of the furnace. The golden light was dazzling, as if everything returned to the glorious civilization thousands of years ago, like the rising sun, brilliant and brilliant.

After crossing the barrier, the air seemed to be stagnant, not like the bitter and hot day, not like the bitterly cold night, but a unique and refreshing feeling.

The clouds in the dark blue sky seem to have been washed by clear and clear water, and they are fresh and clean. The dawn light shining through the snow-white clouds is so wonderful.

The clear air makes the earth vast and vast, expanding it infinitely. The breeze blows on your face, cool and quiet. A light and clear mist hangs around you, like falling into a dream. The wild grass is trembling slightly, everywhere

All shrouded in mysterious thinness.

In the quiet lilac bush, the petals are wet with dew, and the light and shadow are mixed together on the path, making it look thick but not greasy.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Xian Qing's eyes still narrowed slightly when he saw this familiar scenery.

It was so similar, just like that valley, his former home. There was laughter and sorrow, until that night, all that was left was deathly silence.

This is like a Chinese Danqing painting, completely dyed in red with appropriate shades, wandering hopelessly on the edge.

Anger, suffocation, fear, and boredom can almost make people's cells and fibers explode from trembling.

Xian Qing listened blankly to the melodious rhyme of the flute, and his eyes became moist and blurred. He covered his eyes with his hands to block the dark abyss, and took a deep breath of the fresh air filled with frost in the mountains and valleys. He came back.

Really back.

The breeze blew by, carrying the clear laughter of children.

It turns out that they really don't need mercy, they are still living well. This puts him at ease. All he has to do is clear his name. His people don't need him. They live well. Live well. This

A few words were chewed over and over again until all the charm was exhausted, leaving only two plain and simple words, good.

"Your Highness, the elder wants to see you."

Xian Qing's eyes were half-closed, and their color was very pale, as if coated with a layer of cold river mist, making it difficult to see clearly. His expression was cold and elegant, and the lines of his back were stiff and straight.

The person who came to deliver the message couldn't help but be stunned the moment he saw him.

The young man stood among the flowers, and the gentle light of dawn fell on his shoulders, like the breeze and the bright moon, exuding a pure and indifferent atmosphere. The hand on his hair cast a beautiful shadow, covering the young man's facial features, but it could not be covered.

Live the coolness and indifference coming from your bones.

The aura around him is so strong, being in the same space with him,

Waiting for the silent pressure.

Quiet indifference, irresistible, calm and rigorous, this has been a disguise for many years.

After successfully fooling everyone's shadow dream, he leaned under a bodhi tree and looked at the startling shadow in the distance.

What she saw beneath that bland appearance was silence and emptiness.

When she heard the , his body language told her that he was both fearful and expectant. The two seemingly opposite emotions were mixed together, so complicated.

Yingmeng slowly picked off a leaf, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The cool and elegant aroma refreshes the heart, and the heart happily inhales the intoxicating aroma.

This is Xianqing's story, and Yingmeng has no right to interfere.

Looking at Xian Qing's back as he left in a leisurely manner, his movements were elegant and indifferent.

Yingmeng closed her eyes and stopped looking. She knew he was in pain, but he didn't want anyone to notice, so she pretended not to know.

There is a cave not far away, filled with incense and quiet.

Xian Qing took a deep breath, raised his eyes expressionlessly, and his pale eyes fell on that familiar figure.

The man was sitting cross-legged. His lake-blue cloak was in sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness. Although his hair was pale, his back was still straight. He was always so rigorous, and his face was kind and kind, which was different from the one Sheng Yuan pretended to have.

, this is true, the warmth that penetrates into the bone marrow can be felt just by being next to him.

There was nothing different from what he remembered, except for the frosty hair, the corners of his eyes that had a few fine lines, and the red face that no longer glowed.

Xian Qing's eyes began to look complicated. With his eyesight, it was impossible not to see that this calm and warm man in the past had now lost his previous elegance. His condition was no different from that of a dead person, and he was just trying to stay alive.

The seemingly cold, calm and aloof Immortal Lord slowly leaned down and half-knelt on one knee on the ground.

Xian Qing calmly withdrew his gaze and spoke coldly, his tone full of alienation. "The seventeenth prince has met the elder." The etiquette was extremely good.

The elder's old face covered with fine lines and wrinkles slowly raised his head to look at Xian Qing. "The once casual and free-spirited child has grown up and learned etiquette. Let the elder look at you, child. You are becoming more and more handsome."

, but here, look at you, why are your eyebrows and eyes full of gloom."

The ends of Xianqing's eyes were a little red, and he felt something stuck in his throat, which was unbearably sour. "Elder..."

His disguise was a little weak.

The Lord of the Beast Realm has many children

, he is just an inconspicuous one among them. He has been raised by the great elder since he was a child, and the person in front of him is the only relative he recognizes.

This person knows all the absurdities and embarrassments in the past.

He had thought about what he would say if they met again. He thought about it a lot, but when they actually met, he realized that every word he had prepared before seemed so hypocritical.

He seems to have forgotten how to sincerely express gratitude to someone.

Seeing him like this, the great elder smiled softly and sighed. "I look ugly now."

One sentence made Xian Qing feel sour. How could he not know how the other party became like this?

Outside in the desolate desert, a valley suddenly appeared, exactly like their home. Such a perfect boundary appeared, completely integrated into the desolate environment, making it impossible for people to see the difference. All of this

Everything silently told him what happened.

Who did all this cannot be guessed.

The other party's appearance was clearly backfired, otherwise how could the other party, as a channeler, have grown old in just a few thousand years, and even exhausted his last trace of vitality.

Xian Qing shook his head firmly. "No, you are not ugly. You will always be the most noble elder, the hero of the entire beast world, and the person I admire the most since I was a child."

Da Changlong laughed twice more, and his old voice was calm and gentle. "My time is coming soon. Before that, the only person I can't worry about is you."

Xian Qingxiu clenched his fists slightly harder, and his breathing trembled slightly, revealing his inner unrest at this time.

He wanted to tell the person in front of him that he was no longer the child he was before. He could take care of himself and there was no need to worry about him.

But he didn't dare to speak, because he was afraid that after the other party let go of this last trace of obsession, he would lose support and all his living power would completely disappear from this world.

He knew what kind of secret technique the elder used to support such a large barrier, which consumed not only the power of his physical body, but also the power of his soul. The moment he died completely, it meant that his soul was gone, and he would be gone again.

No chance of reincarnation.

It's funny, even the immortal king who acts vigorously and resolutely has a day of hesitation.

"Living in hatred, child, are you happy?" The elder raised his rough old hand covered with spots and gently stroked Xian Qing's black hair, and his gentle voice sounded slowly.
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