It started to rain lightly outside Langya City. Nan Sijin fell to the ground, his eyes dull.
The sky has cleared up, the rain has stopped, and Nan is as beautiful as his heart.
It started raining heavily outside Langya City again, but Nan Sijin still sat there.
The sky became sunny again, the rain stopped again, and under the bright sun, Nan Sijin's soaked clothes gradually dried.
Occasionally, people passed by on the official road, and most of them just looked at them without any emotion, and then immediately looked away.
In the eyes of others, she could no longer distinguish between male and female. Her hair was disheveled, her face was sallow, and her whole person was in a state of absent-mindedness.
Nan Sijin was in a very embarrassed state. After a few days, her hair had dried up due to two rains and the scorching sun. Her clothes were covered with splashes of mud, her skin was covered with filth, and her entire face was covered with dirt.
It looks like it has gone through a lot of wind and frost.
Xiang Ping is really dead, while Nan Sijin is about to die.
The person is still alive, the body is still alive, but the soul and heart are buried.
I don't know how many days passed, but Nan Sijin finally stopped falling. She slowly fell to the ground, like a corpse, seemingly without any life.
Sadness is greater than heartbreak. That's roughly it. When people have no hope, everything is unimportant.
In other words, this can also be called The Walking Dead.
Suddenly, a man walked up from the official road of Langya City. He had a face like a crown jewel and a tall and straight figure. His long hair was tied behind his head and was blowing in the wind. He looked indescribably chic. His face was really charming.
It's very beautiful.
This man came all the way, and finally came to Nan Sijin. He squatted down, and then slowly moved over Nan Sijin's body. His eyes suddenly revealed endless sadness.
At this time, Nan Sijin's face was completely bloodless, her skin was as yellow as leaves in autumn, her lips were chapped and full of blood, but the blood could no longer flow out.
No one has ever been so miserable.
"Pap!" Two drops of tears fell on Nan Sijin's face. The tears soaked her face, and her skin seemed to be a little moister.
A pair of hands slowly wiped her face, and then gently rubbed it, especially delicate and gentle.
Then two lips pressed in.
After an unknown amount of time, Nan Sijin slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were blurry and she could only vaguely see a figure. She wanted to see clearly who this person was, so she blinked hard.
But the filth on her face blinded her eyes, so she saw the person in front of her stretched out his fingers to gently wipe her eyes.
After a while, Nan Sijin saw clearly, so she smiled and opened her mouth, but no sound came out of her throat. Only the sound of "Gulu, Gulu" came from her throat.
"I'm not dead, and you can't die either..."
Listening to the other person's voice and looking at the other person's face, Nan Sijin suddenly cried, but she found that when she cried, there were no tears in her eyes.
No blood can flow out, where are the tears?
Xiang Ping stood up, then bent down to hold Nan Sijin in his arms and walked towards Langya City.
In the early morning one day later, Nan Sijin, who had been sleeping all day and night, woke up from her sleep. There were beads of sweat on her forehead and her face was white. She had just had a nightmare. She found that in the dark night, Xiang Ping
He was getting farther and farther away from her, but he couldn't catch her no matter what, until his figure disappeared.
Nan Sijin opened her eyes and looked around blankly.
This is not Langya City, nor is it outside Langya City. This is a dense jungle, surrounded by a light mist.
In front of him, a figure stood, and then slowly turned around. The two of them looked at each other in silence for a long time.
A long time passed, and neither pair of eyes left each other.
Nan Sijin opened his mouth with difficulty and said with a trembling voice: "This is the holy mountain of the Yellow River Valley."
Xiang Ping nodded and said, "Yes."
Nan Sijin said: "I am not Nan Sijin"
Xiang Ping nodded and said, "My name is not Xiang Ping either."
Nan Sijin said: "My nickname is Erni, my name is...Cai Chenxi"
Xiang Ping said with a slightly complicated expression: "My name is not Xiang Ping, my name is Xiang Que."
There was silence between the two of them again.
When Xiang Que and Cai Chenxi entered the Holy Mountain of the Yellow River Valley again, they both knew that they were about to face an illusion, but no one knew what this illusion was because no one had ever come out of it.
Everyone who comes in stays in this mountain for a long time and becomes a handful of fertilizer, even those who are strong in the Great Way and the Tribulation Stage are no exception.
There are no exceptions, but now there is an accident.
Cai Chenxi's expression is very complicated, confused, confused, entangled, sad and a little longing?
Cai Chenxi looked at Xiang Que and said: "We have entered the holy mountain behind the Yellow River Valley. We are still in the mountain at this time, which means that the illusion has passed and everything is over."
Xiang Que sighed and said: "Yes, the illusion has passed. Neither you nor I are dead, and the illusion no longer exists."
Cai Chenxi opened her mouth, frowned and said: "What's going on, why is it such an illusion, why can we come out, and why does that happen..."
Cai Chenxi asked many questions in a row, all asking why. Xiang Que waited until she finished speaking before spitting out a sentence: "The biggest reason why we can get out of this illusion is because I am a person in the paradise of cave heaven..."
…bug”
Cai Chenxi asked in confusion: "What myna?"
Xiang Que thought for a while and said, "It means it's a flaw."
"What does that mean?" Cai Chenxi asked with a frown.
Xiang Que's expression became complicated. He looked at the mountain and said: "This fantasy is for the two of us. What it triggers may be my story or your story. Fortunately, this fantasy
What happened here is mainly my fault, and it does not fall on you."
Cai Chenxi said with some surprise: "There have been rumors in the outside world that you are engaged to Nan Sijin, the master of Nanhui Peak of Qingyun Sect."
"Yes, so I became Xiang Ping and you became Nan Sijin." Xiang Que breathed out softly and said, "This is the bug I'm talking about, because the real Xiang Ping is indeed dead, and now the fundamental
It’s not Xiang Ping”
Cai Chenxi's head was in a mess because she found that she couldn't seem to understand what Xiang Que meant, what it meant that the real Xiang Ping was dead, and what it meant that I was not Xiang Ping at all.
Can't you say something that people can understand?
Many times people are like this, the authorities are obsessed with it.
In fact, it is easy to figure out something, but sometimes I suddenly can’t figure it out.