Nine hundred and sixtieth chapters white hair two know each other
"It seems that your injury has recovered. Are you sure you want to leave?" Yuan Tiangang looked at the recovered 'Chen Yuan', who silently led the way.
Since Wei Yuan slashed that sword, most of his memories have gone into a brief slumber. The process of dissolving and mastering the mystery of the sword has made the true spirit heavier and heavier. Only after this life is over can he be freed. It should have been completely
He forgot everything and died with his sword, just because Yuan Tiangang was the incarnation of Zhu Jiuyin, and because of Yuan Tiangang's special nature, he still remembered Yuan Tiangang's promise and entered Chang'an City.
Yuan Tiangang, the reincarnation of Zhu Jiuyin, recognized Wei Yuan's destiny and teamed up with Li Chunfeng to get Wu Zetian's consent to fake his death so that he could escape from the world. He also used half of the Qi of Emperor Wu Zhou to cover up Wei Yuan's destiny to prevent Chaos from pursuing him.
To kill, to prevent the enmity from Kunlun Kaiming, and to heal his physical injuries, even the reincarnation of the Lord Zhuzhao Jiuyou, it took a lot of effort.
"It's a pity that Li Chunfeng fell asleep again. He can fall asleep even after drinking wine." Yuan Tiangang glanced dissatisfiedly at Li Chunfeng, who was not young but fell asleep with a bottle of wine.
It's always like this. As he spoke, his vision went dark.
That sleep was solid, deep and fragrant, and admirable. Sometimes I felt that I was not sleeping, but that I was wandering thousands of miles away.
"Ignore him, this guy, you and I are already gray-haired." I can still remember the way we met in the market decades ago, hahaha, you were not polite at all at that time, and hit him with a fist
I remember these decades in my eyes
." Yuan Tiangang, who was also gray-haired, picked up a bottle of wine, raised his neck and drank, with a gentle smile: "How about you let me hit your eye sockets?"
The amnesiac swordsman said unceremoniously: "Impossible!
Yuan Tiangang laughed loudly, and finally regretted: "It's already like this, why don't you allow it?"
"Anyway, you and I are not young anymore. If you leave this time, I'm afraid we really won't have time to see each other again.
Swordsman Yuan lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "This is easy to handle, maybe there will be an afterlife."
Yuan Tiangang said: "But if you don't remember or recognize the past in the next life, what should you do?
Wei Yuan, who had lost his memory, realized that some traces seemed to flash before his eyes. After a pause, those images disappeared.
Finally, he raised his neck and drank, no longer caring, and said: "This is easy to handle. When we first met, I smashed your left eye frame."
He pointed with a hint of drunkenness: "After we meet, I will still hit you in the eye once." He replied.
"This time, instead of hitting the left side, hit the right side!" 2 "Get it together!"
Yuan Tiangang was stunned, as if he couldn't believe that this guy dared to do this.
Immediately he just laughed and nodded.
"If there is an afterlife, if we can meet again."
Yuan Tiangang's memory has not been restored in this life, and he is also a monk. Naturally, he knows that reincarnation is just a word of comfort. The true spirit relies on its own level of condensation to withstand the furnace of heaven and earth, the gold and iron of the world, and it is difficult to achieve the level of reincarnation.
It's difficult and rare. It's just the time when friends are leaving.
They were just words of comfort to each other. Looking at each other's pale faces and white hair, they no longer had any thoughts of fighting and nodded casually:
"Then I'll let you hit me once!"
"Don't worry, we will meet again"
At this time, Li Chunfeng, who had woken up while holding a wine bottle, raised his head, and a wisp of pure purple disappeared from his eyes. He opened the wine compartment with the smell of sweet wine, and said stably: "You will be hit by then.
Don’t regret the dark circles under your eyes.”
Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but sneered: "I'm not someone like you who likes to go back and regret.
"Ah, yes, yes, everyone knows that Yuan Tiangang is upright, broad-minded, and will never hold grudges.
"That's true, I never hold grudges!
Li Chunfeng nodded repeatedly while holding the wine bottle.
Yuan Tiangang couldn't hear the meaning in these words, so he couldn't help but retort: "I don't need you to worry about it.
"The worst I can do is get hit again, it's not like I haven't been hit before!
"On your side, you can fall asleep at any time. Be careful to fall asleep while taking a boat across the sea or fishing by the river."
"Then he fell headlong into the water."
"Fishing caught me up and made me a drowned water ghost.
Li Chunfeng was furious:
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible. Then he slapped his hands together, holding the seal in his hand.
With words in his mouth, Pi Cheng prayed:
"Bah, bah, bah, children are ignorant, children are ignorant."
"You can't take what you say seriously, you can't take it seriously. Then he raised his eyebrows, glared at the gray-haired Yuan Tiangang over there, and said angrily:
"Old bastard, you cursed me again!
"Are you sick? You are the best fortune teller for thousands of years!"
"What the hell will you do if it comes true that you can cut through gold and jade?"
"Shinichi accidentally fell asleep while working and fell into the water. What should he do if he becomes a water ghost?" He said, "You have to pay for it?!"
Over there, Yuan Tiangang sneered and drank, too lazy to deal with this lazy guy. In the end, the banquet broke up. The knights of the Tang Dynasty no longer had swords in their hands. Wei Yuan, who had lost his memory, staggered, turned his back to Chang'an, and waved to his friends.
He said goodbye and left Chang'an City. Behind him, Li Chunfeng sat cross-legged on the eaves, stretched out his hand to play with the bell hanging from the eaves, and said:
"His luck is behind him, this guy should have a good death." Yuan Tiangang didn't look back: "I hold a sword in my life and I don't know how many kills there are. In the end, I hope I can grow old in peace." "It depends on whether he has a good death or not."
"If you think that forgetting all the experiences in your last life can be considered a good death, then, more or less.
Li Chunfeng looked at Chang'an City in the distance: "It's never a good thing to know too much, Yuan Tiangang.
He lowered his eyes with a smile, his eyes shining with purple stars, and emphasized:
"Never.
The white-haired girl and Jue finally arrived in a great city like Chang'an.
Then he happened to see the white-haired swordsman striding out, wearing a suit of brocade and riding a fast horse. His head was full of white hair but he was still high-spirited, as if a sword had swept away all the rust on it.
Only then did she finally reveal her unparalleled sharpness. The white-haired girl's eyes widened slightly, and her pair of dark eyes shone with a glimmer of light, but her tone still did not waver at all.
"You're back.
The swordsman riding the fast horse reined in the reins, frowned, and replied:
"Who are you?
The hope on the white-haired girl's face solidified. Grandpa, are you saying that we are dependent on each other for life and death in the Kunlun Mountains? She once saved my life?
In a pavilion, Wei Yuan, who had lost his memory, looked at the quiet white-haired girl over there, and then at his friend wearing a crazy mask over there - his memory, even if Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng finally used Qi to
Luck blockade is just like fetching water from a bamboo basket. At most, it can only slightly block the speed of memory sleeping, but this process is irreversible.
The swordsman still remembers the girl with the mask of independence.
This is a ridiculous thing I did when I was young. Proposing to marry me the first time we met.
As for the experience on Kunlun Mountain, and what happened to the white-haired girl, he didn't remember anything about it, but looking at the white-haired girl with her head lowered, he still felt something...
As if a close and familiar feeling came from the depths of his blood, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of the white-haired girl's head, and said calmly: "I do feel that my memory is somewhat lost."
"But I do feel that we should have some fate, it feels very familiar.
"Where are you going for a while?
Jue looked at him deeply and said, "I will travel around for the time being.
Wei Yuan, who lost his memory, laughed loudly: "That's a coincidence. I will continue to travel in the rivers and lakes in the future." He patted the mount next to him and sighed: "When I was young, I only felt that I was invincible with a sword in my hand. But it was because of that monk that he didn't even take a single step out of Chang'an City. Later, although he walked a long way, it couldn't be considered a walk in the world. Now he is better and has no worries.
"I won't live long either.
"Finally walking the same road with you will be worthy of knowing each other.
Then he stretched out his hand towards the white-haired girl and said with a smile: "If you don't mind, let's come together."
The girl with dark eyes stretched out her hand.
The swordsman used his palms to lift up the white-haired girl who still looked young and put her on the mount. He held the reins with one hand and the wine with the other. In the last years of the Tang Dynasty, the swordsman wandered the world like this. There were two disciples, one whose surname was Pei, who would later become the Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty, and the other was a girl whose surname was Gongsun. The little girl of the Gongsun family was the girl with white hair who insisted on taking her.
It's just because the child is good at singing ballads, has a soft waist, and can do Chang'an dance and Hu Xuan dance.
The white-haired girl seemed to like everything created by humans very much. The sword fairy who had lost his memory couldn't resist her, so he had to agree and teach some of the essence of swordsmanship. The girl from the Gongsun family was not as strong as her senior brother. Nimble and agile, yet better, he creatively incorporated swordsmanship into dance, and his sword dance moved the sword in all directions. Along the way, he went east and north, once riding horses on the stone road in the south of the Yangtze River, and once singing with swords in the desert outside the Great Wall.
The Sword Immortal had just stepped into the arena, and he had already stirred up the entire Tang Dynasty.
Although it was only ten years of cold and heat, it seemed to have passed by in the blink of an eye.
The memory of Jianghu Lao, a son of Jianghu, not to mention the old man who was already gray-faced and white-haired, gradually faded away, and finally he could no longer walk in Jianghu. Occasionally, even the white-haired girl and the crazy friend next to him would He no longer recognized him. At this time, even Jue knew that he could no longer be allowed to walk around the world like this. Finally, the pale-faced and white-haired old man settled down in a village at the foot of a mountain.
His name is so illustrious that it shocks the world.
Even if he came here to live in seclusion, swordsmen from all over the world would often come to pay homage. At the beginning, the swordsman would take the initiative to take action. Later, his disciples began to intercept these opponents on behalf of the teacher. The old man's white hair was white. Every inch of his beard and hair has turned completely white. And Huan, who is wearing a crazy mask, is gradually unable to suppress the turbid air.
In order to prevent the inversion of one's own power.
Prevent yourself from unknowingly changing your temperament. Just like your sister, you are born with the power of [Chidiganli], causing harm to the world, and take the initiative to leave the crowd.
Disciple Pei Man also took the initiative to challenge those swordsmen in order to prevent those swordsmen from disturbing his teacher's cultivation. When he got the title of Sword Master, all the swordsmen in the world said that he had surpassed his teacher, so they all started Challenge him and honor the old man who is always calm and peaceful as Master. Most of the time, Master just sits quietly on the bluestone, and sometimes he doesn't say a word for a whole day.
Originally, he was the one who took care of the white-haired girl who had no common sense about the world.
Later, the sword master Pei Man left, and Jue had to leave the world. The swordsman lost his memory, but the girl was taking care of him.
Until that day, when he didn't even recognize the sword, when the bow came, the people were stunned and exclaimed.
Finally, when his life was about to end, the white-haired girl brought the cooked meat porridge. The swordsman sat on the bed, his breath was weak, and his expression was peaceful and dull. He had gray hair and already had many wrinkles on his face.
Forget the sword.
The first forgetfulness was violent, decisive, and tragic in giving up everything in order to gain the power to attack and kill.
But the forgetfulness now is just as peaceful and calm as running water. It is the still water running deep, which is the proof of truly mastering this sword.
The weak old man opened his eyes and saw the white-haired girl next to him. He lowered his eyes. He had obviously forgotten everything, but it seemed that due to some mysterious fate, he still remembered the girl in front of him, and he was the most worried. On the white paper next to him is the arrangement he wrote down when he realized that he was losing his memory.
There is Pei and there is Gongsun.
There is Jue.
Someone went to Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty to look for friends from the past. They were densely packed. Before the sword fairy of the Tang Dynasty finally passed away, he recorded everything he could think of. He hoped that the white-haired girl who didn't have much common sense could be with him after he left. He wanted to live peacefully in this world. Finally, he reached out his hand, rubbed the girl's white hair, and said, "Live well."
"Be a good boy.
Even the invincible swordsman looked like an ordinary old man, and said softly:
"Otherwise, I might turn into a ferocious demon to teach you a lesson."
After saying this, even he himself found it funny and laughed softly with some self-deprecation.
The white-haired girl with big eyes and dark hands gently held the wrinkled hand of the sword fairy. Her tone was still calm, but she didn't know if it was an illusion, and there seemed to be a quiet smile on the corner of her mouth. "Then, if I become Bad boy words." "Can you come back to see me?"
The sword fairy opened his mouth, lowered his eyes, and said no more words.
PS: There was an error before the 400-word update in today’s third update. In the first few chapters, when Chen Yuan met Kai Ming, a sentence mentioned his long-dead friend Li Chunfeng.
I searched for the previous chapters and found that Li Chunfeng was not dead at that time.
And it's just entering the ending, it shouldn't be that fast. Hou Tu, Zhu Rong, Fu Xi, Huntian, Tiandi, Zishi. Some book friends said in this chapter that they speculated that it will be 200 or 300 chapters, which is about the same. I'm numb. Holding tea, I just hope Land smoothly.