Xia Mang broke the "taboo of heavenly locks and miasma", left the land of Canglan, and returned to the world of eternal silence.
He broke through the realm, completely transcended his former self, and reached a brand new realm. At this time, he was already very powerful. Whether it was Fuyao or Dongxu, to him, they were just minor characters and could not be counted.
What's up.
Of course, after so many years and so many things, he has also opened up a lot. Time has not aged yet, but the world has grown old. He is no longer the high-spirited young man he once was. His temples are already stained with a few wisps of frost.
.
The temples are slightly white, and the heart has gone through vicissitudes of life.
After all...it has been decades, hundreds of years.
Life seems like a dream. Now that I wake up from the dream, all my experiences are like passing clouds and smoke, disappearing into nothingness.
Eternal Silence is no longer the eternal silence it once was, it has changed too much.
It was earth-shaking, everything seemed to be torn down, and then... it started all over again.
Xia Mang went to the Northern Demon Realm and walked the same path. He found that the Heavenly Demon King had left long ago. How could that man with so much demonic power cower in the wasteland of eternal silence forever? He had already killed him, like Xia Wushang,
Like Long Xiaoyuan, like Tian Luoyun, they have achieved their own glory and left a great reputation outside the territory.
The unparalleled devil!
In the Demonic Spirit Academy, he met Xue Lingyun, well, maybe he should be called Ning Junchen now.
Back then, when they were on the land of Canglan, the two met each other and said goodbye in a hurry. Unexpectedly, it would be a hundred years later when they met again.
Looking back in the world of mortals, we are still strangers after all.
The two nodded slightly, and Xia Mang left without further discussion. This woman had her own way to go, and so did he. Although there were intersections in life, after the intersection, they were destined to drift apart.
Ning Junchen, this woman is extraordinary. She will not succumb to others. Such a woman is destined to stand on the top of the clouds, just like Yin Xianxian sitting alone at the top of Kunlun.
Xia Mang left.
He did not go to Tianqiong Mountain or meet the woman named Luo Zi.
He seemed to have forgotten everything in the past.
He went to Kunlun.
Kunlun, hanging in the clouds, is still covered with heavy snow, and the sky is filled with silvery white, which is almost dreamlike in its beauty.
Kunlun Road, with ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps, numbered ninety-five, the Emperor's Road, still stands, as if it has passed through thousands of years, and is still the same as before.
Kunlun is still the same Kunlun it once was, but unfortunately the people are not.
But there is one person who is different.
The old man who sweeps snow in Kunlun.
The old man still wore the big cloak, waving the old broom, slowly sweeping away the snow.
His stature was stooped, as if his backbone had been bent by the years. He had experienced too much and had seen too much. His life had been ups and downs, and it had gone by in a flash.
Xia Mang stood under Kunlun, looking at the old man sweeping the snow from Kunlun, his eyes a little dazed.
In his eyes, the old man who sweeps the snow in Kunlun has a similar temperament to the mute old man in Canglan Ancestral Temple. He is indifferent to worldly affairs, detached and inactive. The glory of the past is just the past.
They gave up the prosperity of their lives and settled down peacefully to end their remaining lives.
This is also a kind of detachment.
Xia Mang walked forward, smiled at the old man and said, "Old man, let me help you clear the snow."
The old man raised his head, his cloudy eyes were still cloudy, just like they were when he first saw Xia Mang a hundred years ago.
Xia Mang sweeps the snow.
After more than half an hour, he returned the broom to the old man.
The old man took it and said with a smile: "I'm back."
Xia Mang nodded. Now that he has an extremely advanced level of cultivation, he has naturally seen clearly many things that were once vague. This old man plowing snow under Kunlun Mountain is not ordinary. Not only does he have a similar temperament to the mute old man, I'm afraid
I must have had a similar experience.
Almost a hundred years have passed, and this old man is still alive, and his appearance is vaguely the same as before. This alone shows that he is no ordinary person.
You know, the life of an ordinary person is only a hundred years.
Xia Mang nodded and walked towards Kunlun Road.
There are ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps, and he has to walk up one by one.
This is the road of the emperor. When he came down and now returns, he naturally has to walk up it, because there is a woman waiting for him on it.
Behind him, the old man sweeping the snow in Kunlun looked at his back, his eyes were very dull, and he said to himself: "If I were the Qing Emperor in his time... you should not be the Qing Emperor now..."
Qingdi.
Just a legend.
But it might just be real, because the former Qing Emperor disappeared. Who knows where he went?
Therefore, anyone can be the Qing Emperor.
Could it be Xia Mang?
God knows.
Maybe, in the future, in the longer years, we will know.
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Kunlun Road.
Xia Mang had finished walking the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps. At this moment, there was a knife stuck at the end of the Kunlun Road.
Daxia dragonfinch.
The inherited magical sword of the Daxia royal family.
At this moment, a woman stood next to Daxia Longque.
The woman has a picturesque face and clear eyes, but she is cold and lonely.
Yin Xianxian.
When she saw Xia Mang, her beautiful eyes changed for a moment, and then fell silent. It seemed that in her eyes, Xia Mang was just an ordinary person.
"How good does it feel to sit alone in Kunlun, Xianxian?"
Xia Mang walked over, with a faint smile on his lips, just like when he was driven out of Kunlun, his smile was tender at that time, but flat now.
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Looking back on the past, it seems like a dream.
He looked at this woman with a lot of emotion in his heart.
Life is like a dream.
"I know you will come back, I'm waiting for you." Yin Xianxian said, her cold voice just like before.
Xia Mang's smile gradually faded and he said, "I know you are waiting for me, so I'm back."
Yin Xianxian's beautiful eyes flashed slightly.
"Yin Xianxian."
Xia Mang spoke. He stared at this woman who had been unforgettable for a long time and said: "From now on, you and I will not owe each other anything. We will go our separate ways and forget each other in the world."
They let each other go once.
With a "clang" sound, Xia Mang plucked up the Great Summer Dragon Bird, turned and left without looking at Yin Xianxian again.
There are ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps on the Kunlun Road. He stepped through them one step at a time, like a phantom, so carefree.
"Have we forgotten each other in the world?" Yin Xianxian chuckled softly and said to himself: "We must have forgotten each other in the world."
Xia Mang was walking in the wind and snow, and with one step he was thousands of miles away. He seemed to be walking forward in time, trying to reach the sky.
Until eternity.
His world continues.
His legend will eventually become a boundless and splendid legend.
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"The Complete Book".
I had no choice but to receive a notice from the editor and was forced to finish the book. This is something that cannot be resisted by one's will. Although it is regrettable, it can only be done this way.