The spring flowers and autumn moons are unknown, and Xiang Ping and Nan Sijin have no idea how long they walked around after coming out of Mashan Cave before they saw that they were not far from the desert behind the Langya Mountain Cave.
Behind the desert is the bitter cold land where the End Mountain is located.
No matter how sentimental you are, sadness is only when parting.
"Cook a delicious meal for me one last time."
"I'll do everything you did for me again, without missing a single one."
"I still want to drink..."
Nan Sijin seemed to suddenly become upset and kept nagging her, but her eyes were full of reluctance.
Xiang Ping and Nan Sijin lived in a courtyard. After today, and from now on for a long time, the two of them would walk on opposite sides of the road.
Go towards the flat, go towards the flat, go south like a brocade, go south like a brocade.
At least for a long, long time, there was no possibility of them meeting again.
So Nan Sijin thought, I want to eat everything at once.
Xiang Ping said "Okay" and started to take care of it. He did it very carefully and comfortably, and his skills were also very good. Maybe he was facing a separation. Today, Xiang Ping didn't hear anything outside the window and just wanted to be a person.
A good cook.
When the food was well cooked, they naturally drank too much wine. Xiang Ping and Nan Sijin both had rosy faces and blurred eyes.
Wine is a good thing, but more often than not it can be a bad thing.
At night, there was a cool breeze blowing, and the waning moon in the sky was shyly hidden in the clouds.
When the wine became naturally thicker, Nan Sijin fell into Xiang Ping's arms very habitually and naturally.
Xiang Ping originally thought about refusing, but he found that his arms suddenly became weak. Nan Sijin raised his head and said softly: "We say goodbye. I don't know when we will see each other again. How many years, how many decades? Maybe maybe.
It will take longer. No one knows what will happen as time goes by. For example, people's hearts may change? So, I want to put a yoke on myself."
Xiang Ping lowered his head, looked at that crystal clear and charming face, and said, "After locking it, won't others have a chance to open it?"
"At least, when someone wants to open it again, I will think of you as the key!"
Xiang Ping was silent, and after a long time he said: "Then I will obey you..."
The waning moon is shy, and so is Nan Sijin.
The spring breeze filled the air and blew towards the newlyweds. I don't know whether they were drunk by wine or because they were drunk by wine.
Time passed by and when morning came, Xiang Ping and Nan Sijin both woke up at the same time and looked at each other.
Xiang Ping said: "You lied to me."
"What did I lie to you about?" Nan Sijin asked, frowning.
Xiang Ping said: "There are obviously no moles. I can't see anything except white."
Nan Sijin bit her lip and said, "I don't have moles, but strawberries can have them..."
There are still about a hundred miles away from Langya Cave, so Nan Sijin and Xiang Ping part ways. Xiang Ping is going to Molu Mountain, and Nan Sijin is going back to become the master of Nanhui Peak.
There were no unnecessary words to say goodbye, Nan Sijin only left one sentence.
"You and I have been dating for a hundred years. If anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, he will have to wait three years for reincarnation!"
Xiang Ping headed all the way towards Molu Mountain. Soon he saw the city of Langya Cave, and pedestrians, carriages and horses began to appear on the official road.
After passing this city, there was a desert behind. Xiang Ping was wondering if Mount Molu would accept him. He had never heard of it in the Paradise of Cave Heaven. When Mount Molu accepted many disciples, it seemed that the bitter cold land had never existed.
Without any sense of existence, over time, many people have even forgotten that there is a place called Douluo Mountain in the Cave Heaven Paradise.
The city was getting closer. At this time, a group of people walked out of Langya City. From a distance, Xiang Ping saw that the group of people were all wearing familiar clothes.
It's the Qingyun Sect's Qingyi, and it also has Qingyun's mark.
Xiang Ping even recognized that the team was still the same team that came to intercept him a long time ago. Two elders led more than ten disciples.
Xiang Ping's expression suddenly changed. Neither he nor Nan Sijin expected that Qingyun would fight back and come back.
Maybe they didn't go back to Qingyun at all, but followed all the way and waited for Nan Sijin to leave. Qingyun's murderous intention never dissipated.
Xiang Ping stopped his feet with a snap. Without any pause, he turned around and ran as fast as he could.
"When has a rabbit been able to outrun a falcon? At this distance, if I lend you another pair of wings, you won't be able to escape..." Elder Cao's scolding voice faintly reached Xiang Ping's ears.
Cold sweat broke out on Xiang Ping's rare forehead. He swallowed hard, knowing that he could not escape after all. The realm was too far apart.
"Swish"
"Swish, swish, swish"
Several figures from the Qingyun Sect jumped over from mid-air almost instantly, but in the blink of an eye, they all landed around Xiang Ping.
"No matter what kind of toad it is, it is still a toad." Qingyun's elder said calmly: "You don't need to blame our Qingyun Sect, and don't blame others. You should only blame yourself for blocking other people's way and blocking Qingyun.
the rise of south
Sijin is a born spiritual type, destined to stand on the highest peak of Qingyun Mountain, but you can't even climb the mountainside, so naturally you and her can't be on an equal footing, but Nan Sijin insists on giving you a hand, she will
It’s very tiring. Of course we will never allow this situation.”
Xiang Ping didn't say anything. Whatever he said at this time was in vain. If Tumo Xingzi could bring peace, the world would have been unified long ago.
Xiang Ping looked at them coldly, with no hatred in his eyes. He just said softly: "You will regret it, for sure."
Elder Cao sneered: "Regret? Are you saying that Nan Sijin will resent us? Let me tell you, time will loosen all the shackles, and she is no exception. How many years, decades? Maybe a long time, but one day
When Nan Sijin becomes Qingyun's sect leader, how could she still remember you as a speck of dust, you don't exist!"
Xiang Ping smiled and said: "She will remember that I have the key to her shackles..."
Another elder turned to follow the disciple behind him and said: "Stop talking nonsense, so as not to have long nights and dreams. After killing people, we have to go back to recover. The sect has been waiting for too long."