Zheng Qiuchan remained silent.

Qinglong mentioned this and did not continue.

He looked at Zheng Qiuchan standing there, and suddenly wanted to reach out and rub her head, just like he did ten years ago.

However, his palm was hovering in mid-air, but he was unable to fall down, and finally withdrew his hand.

"Let's go back."

Qinglong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Maybe I shouldn't show up, but if possible, let him listen to his mother and not go to Yanjing."

"If he didn't meet him, forget it. If he really knew about the Lin family's affairs behind his back, with his young mind and his talent, he might not be so angry that he would seek revenge for his mother.

It’s fair.”

"But justice is so difficult. Besides, there is no right or wrong in this kind of thing. This world only lasts for more than a hundred years. Let him feel at ease as his Lin Jiuxuan, who is powerful in Puhai, and lives a carefree life in Puhai. It can be considered happiness.

and stability.”

"The world is in turmoil, so what's the regret if we can find a place to rest?"

Qinglong spoke quietly, his eyes lingering on Zheng Qiuchan's face for a moment, and then he turned around decisively.

He took a step forward and stepped out of the end of the road, holding the gourd high in his hand, drinking wine in his throat, and the bamboo sword swaying gently at his waist in the wind.

"Where are you going next?"

Zheng Qiuchan saw that Qinglong was about to leave in front of her, her thoughts turned over and over again, and finally she couldn't help but ask.

"Bad mood."

"Go to the island country."

"Kill the island nation's number one swordsman,"

"Chu Yun Jianyi."

Qinglong's light voice stayed behind, and then he stepped up with one foot, as misty as a god, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The first of the Four Hidden Dragon Saints, Qinglong.

No one knows what his strongest combat power is, let alone where his level of cultivation is.

All he knew was that everyone he wanted to kill died with the sword.

Zheng Qiuchan stood there, with the sunlight falling on her body, her face slightly pale, biting her red lips, her face full of indescribable complexity.

Farewell today.

When will the next time we meet?

"How many decades can there be in life?"

"Qinglong, I have been waiting for you for ten years."

Zheng Qiuchan murmured to herself.

That year, Qinglong had not yet become Qinglong.

That year, she was seventeen years old.

That year, Qinglong was ordered to go to the Zheng family in Puhai to inquire about Zheng Jiayun.

Later, I met Zheng Qiuchan. I first wanted to go there, but ten years had passed.

Green dragon becomes blue dragon.

Zheng Qiuchan is no longer the seventeen-year-old Zheng Qiuchan.

"Autumn cicada, this name is a bit wrong. Autumn cicada will know its death. This is the cicada of late autumn and cannot survive the winter. But don't be afraid. As long as I am here, autumn cannot leave, winter cannot come, and cicada cannot die."

"Qiu Chan, what kind of person do you like?"

"Qiu Chan, it turns out you like that kind of chivalrous master?"

"Qiu Chan, I am actually very powerful. One day, I will make my name known throughout China."

"Qiu Chan, I'm not bragging, and I'm not lying to you. I'm really a master, a master even taller than the tall buildings in Puhai."

"Qiu Chan, I came to Puhai on orders to ask about Zheng Jiayun's current situation. If there is no news, then forget it."

"Qiu Chan, I have something to do and I want to kill someone."

"Qiu Chan, I'm leaving. I will go back to Hidden Dragon, become the Azure Dragon, and ascend to the top of China."

"Qiu Chan, I want to be with you, but I can't give up my mission."

"Qiu Chan, from today onwards, I am the Qinglong. As a Qinglong, I am the backbone of China, holding up the sky."

"Qiu Chan, call me if you are in danger, and I will come to protect you."

Scenes from the past echoed in Zheng Qiuchan's mind.

Every word she said at that time was retained in her mind, and she treasured it for many years without forgetting it.

She would often be in a daze, thinking of the young boy back then, and suddenly laugh at herself for being too naive, taking a man's words as a promise, thinking that he would fulfill his promise.

For many years, she never pressed that number, and then went to Huaqing to study, where she studied under Gu Chujie of the Department of Mathematics at Huaqing University for four years.

In the past four years, Zheng Qiuchan saw him dressed in green shirt more than once out of the corner of her eye, standing on the treetops, hiding on the roof of a building, or hiding in a street shop, pouring and drinking.

But he never appeared in front of her, and she didn't take the initiative to look for him.

Either he is angry or angry, or he feels a little unclear about his emotions.

Dissatisfied with his sudden departure, Zheng Qiuchan waited for four years in Huaqing.

For four years, Qinglong fought his way through the shadows of swords and swords.

For four years, she devoted herself to studying under Gu Chujie.

Four years later, Qinglong became powerful in China.

Four years later, she packed her luggage in her dormitory, packed her desk, got the admission notice for graduate school in the School of Mathematics at Harvard, left a letter, and went abroad alone, leaving Yanjing.

After she left, I heard from the people in the dormitory that after she left, a man in green clothes went to the dormitory and took her letter.

There was only one sentence left in the letter.

"I've been waiting for four years and if you don't come out, I won't wait for you anymore."

"I am leaving."

"Goodbye, Xiao Jianhan."

Three sentences, a few words, seem to be nothing in the world.

Juanxiu's handwriting is like the entanglement of pure love that has been in a trance for many years.

Qinglong's real name is Xiao Jianhan, but from Qinglong to Qinglong, the world only remembers Qinglong and not the so-called Xiao Jianhan.

There is only one woman in this world who has never forgotten the words Xiao Jianhan for many years.

Perhaps, when she boarded the plane to leave the country and turned around to look back, she also saw the face hidden in the sea of ​​people wearing a blue shirt and looking up to the sky.

It's just that there is a barrier between the whole world and the countless mortal world that cannot be penetrated.

After all, it is love that cannot be achieved, and my heart is filled with sadness.

Zheng Qiuchan stood there, looking at the road that was no longer deserted.

The wind rustled by.

She closed her eyes and burst into tears, unable to control herself.

There are thirty thousand words in the world, but the word love is the most murderous.

Love is a word that lasts until death.

Not far away, Qinglong, who was supposed to leave, was hidden behind the vegetation. He leaned against an ancient tree and looked up at the sky.

"Qiu Chan, I owe you."

"If one day, Lin Jiuxuan refuses to listen and insists on going to Beijing."

"I can promise you to protect his life."

Qinglong murmured to himself, with a letter inserted sideways in his arms.

He had never looked at what he had earned back then, and he had never left his body to collect it over the years.

Occasionally when thoughts arise, always take it out and look at it.

See things and think about people.

Qinglong listened to Zheng Qiuchan's low sobs behind him, did not show up, and stood quietly.

The wind blew gently, the clouds slowly drifted across the sky, and in the jungle not far away, you could hear a few birdsong and the cries of cicadas.

There are many lovers in the world who cannot be together.

Who can say that he can become the fish that slips through the net?

A long time passed.

After Zheng Qiuchan calmed down, she turned around and left.

Qinglong then stepped forward and disappeared.
Chapter completed!